#thanks for your patience anon!! | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

loveundrwrld · 8 months ago

Text

yandere alphabet- yandere femboy

template i used can be found here

(cws: blackmail, violence mention, very unhealthy relationship dynamic, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he can be very smothering with his affection, very touchy and clingy. he likes to hug your arm or hold your hand, rest his head on you, and cover your face with light kisses. but, with his verbal affection- he’s more sugary sweet than he is passionate or intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

mischa is not the violent type, nor is he really able to fight anyone... sorry reader, but he's not willing at all to get his hands dirty. both since he wouldn't know how to fight, but also since he thinks of himself as being better than people who use violence on others. he thinks of himself as a normal person, who doesn't need to lower himself to such things... despite everything else that he does. he’d also be deeply unnerved and scared in any situation in which physical violence is involved, for both your sake and his own.

in the right circumstances though, he may blackmail someone, manipulate someone, or lie to ruins someone’s reputation… but that’s mostly if he feels threatened by a romantic rival.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

mischa is a little sadistic in the emotional sense, but he's more likely to tease you or to poke at your issues while pretending to be innocent. he’s more trying to get a reaction out of you than to actually hurt your feelings though.

he has a general sense of when he’s gone way too far in his teasing of you, and he’ll ease up on that sort of thing for a bit if so. and, naturally, turn up the affection towards you to distract and comfort you.

generally speaking, he’s very clingy, needy, and affectionate- he spends a lot of time around you. just about as much as he can get away with, really.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes- kissing and cuddling. he'd be pouty if his darling refused his affection, and would try to act upset so that you would feel bad enough to let him kiss you. he can be pushy and insistent on getting you to lower your boundaries… like allowing him to sleep in the same room as you, or letting him sit in you lap.

he’ll also make sure that you say things like “i love you” or call him pet names from time to time. after all, he does that to you, so why not return the favor?

he isn’t pushy about sex though, that for him is something he can easily do without.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

since part of his ideal relationship is to essentially act a certain role 24/7… he is not vulnerable to you in any real way, not at all.

even though he loves to put on crocodile tears and feign being hurt or insulted by things, he's actually not going to tell you about his real fears and insecurities. it may seem strange to you that he seems so open with some things, but also seems strangely cagey about others.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if you physically attacked him, he'd be shocked and would probably be very offended. he doesn't see himself as being an actual threat to you, so this would be a betrayal in his eyes.

but if you just stood up for yourself verbally- he’d just pretend that you were being cruel or mean to him, in the hopes that you’ll think that you were overreacting. but, secretly he is pleasantly surprised and amused that you did- he finds it fun to mess around with you, seeing how long it takes for you to decide that enough is enough.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

seeing how you react to him, and how much he can push your boundaries before you react is very much a game to him. he's amused by seeing you squirm and sigh when you're overwhelmed.

seeing you try to spend less time with him or avoid him does upset him a little though. he does genuinely want to spend as much time as possible with you, after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

a darling who doesn’t do anything he asks, and is evasive, avoidant, and emotionally distant to him would also cause him to reach a certain reaction from him… where he feels he needs to step up what he’s doing to get any sort of fun out his darling. this is where he gets more emotionally sadistic, and risks angering you to just get a response out of you. maybe he should text your ex strange things, or maybe he’ll secretly let people know about some of the stuff you have that you thought was well hidden in his room…

and, of course, he’ll be there for you while you’re scared, anxious, and confused…

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he definitely wants to be married, to keep his darling by his side forever. he wants his darling to do a lot of the ‘hard parts’ of life for him, and let him live a very spoiled and pampered life. so, probably both cooking and cleaning, as well as things like taxes or yardwork…

although he would love to essentially be a cutesy trophy husband, he does know that to have the lifestyle he wants he’ll likely have to settle for both you and him having jobs. sadly </3

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he does get jealous, both of platonic relationships (you getting attention in general) as well as any romantic partners... past or present.

if you had a longterm partner while you met him- he’d be very quick to try and ruin your relationship, and possibly try to decimate your partners reputation. he may pretend that your partner hit him to make you want to break up with them, or something similar.

when he gets jealous he doesn’t lash out in the typical way, but he lets out his frustration in strange ways. he’ll be a little passive aggressive when talking about the other person with you, subtly digging on them. “hm… they sure do chew very loudly, don’t they? that’d be very annoying to hear that on dates, wouldn’t it? just thinking.”

he’ll also be teasing you more, making you do all these favors for him to see you fret over him… it helps make him feel less stressed. after spending some time with you he can calm down. though, he’ll still try to manipulate situations so that you won’t spend so much time with that person anymore.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he acts like a clingy and loving, but ditzy and sensitive boyfriend to you. he wants all of his strange behavior to come off as him being “needy” or something similar. it’s not that he’s breaking your boundaries, it’s that he’s sad and needs comfort.

essentially, he likes being seen as cute and innocent with people, and that extends to you too.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

generally using you for amusement and attention at first, just like he does with everyone else. then, he’ll essentially just… casually show up around you or text you more often. it’s less that he’s trying to convince you to date him, since he has a big ego and believes that you are lucky to have him. he just knows that forcing you to date him too soon could end up in you getting freaked out and ghosting him or something.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, mischa is the type of yandere to fake his personality (see:kisses above.) he’s a manipulator and quite a bit selfish, but he acts cutesy and nice with others.

the way he acts with his darling is just a more intense and focused version of how he used to treat everyone around him. to an extent he still acts that way around everyone too, he just pays significantly less attention to other people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

he’d never admit to it being why he does it, but loudly crying around other people works well for this purpose. it gets his darling to be more nervous of repeating the same behavior in the future, while also guilt-tripping them…

also, while he wouldn't normally go to such extremes, see: hell above.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

much like with tanner he generally lets you do whatever you want, but is just... also there with you. or he drags you to wherever he wants you to go, but the only thing stopping you from leaving is social etiquette (and if you’d feel bad for him for being “upset” that you did that.)

he's not necessarily strict, but he is very manipulative. he doesn't really need to force you to not be around your close friends... he takes up so much attention and energy from you that you don't have time for most other people. and he can just convince you in other ways to spend less time with them.

if you are more of a naïve and/or a people pleasing type, he's very likely to successfully get his way in what he wants.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he thinks of you being unwilling or resistant as amusing, basically. he isn’t the type to get all that angry at you, at worst he’ll be passive aggressive. but he does get impatient when he feels that he isn’t getting your full attention, so he’s quick to become more blatant with his efforts to manipulate you.

and, he becomes less patient when he starts to feel jealous. he thinks of everyone else as ‘unworthy’ of your attention and thinks of himself as ‘worthy’ of it… it makes him irritated as he feels slighted from you not recognizing this like he does.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he does actually love you, so this would be very hard for him.

if you died, he'd be in shock. he'd be depressed for a long time... he had never even thought that this was a possibility. he'd have a lot of difficulty pretending to be cheery and playful, and may never get over the loss.

if you escaped (as in, moved to a new city or something without warning) he’d scramble to try to follow their lead and try to find you. but, he doesn’t have a ton of resources and connections, so it would be very difficult for him. he would try very hard for a long time, though, as he does genuinely want you by his side again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

despite doing things that are definitely illegal, mischa doesn’t think of himself as being a “criminal” and thinks of himself as being above such a thing. to him, stalking is only technically illegal, so he thinks of himself as being a normal person.

instead of abducting his darling in the typical sense, he’d rather just cling to them under more ‘normal’ circumstances. the closest extreme that i think he’d go to is showing up in your house and not leaving. he would feel pretty guilty if you're clearly terrified of him after that… after all, even if he messes with you his goal is never to make you think you are in any genuine danger. he'd just be more sweet and giving towards you for a while, hoping that will help you calm down and acclimate to the situation a bit.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

mischa grew up in a good family who loved him, but he did have some issues growing up.

his family immigrated from germany when he was relatively young. his parents became more busy with their jobs and had difficulties acclimating to the culture and language, which both often distracted them from spending time with him. he at the time also felt isolated from those around him, and wanted to cling more to his parents as a result. he's used to acting out for attention and getting rewarded for it, as his tired parents just wanted to give him what he wanted whenever he threw a tantrum.

he's never really faced any consequences for his actions and knows that he likely won't, so to him... if he wants you, why not have you?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

i think he'd be unnerved at a true breakdown, screaming or anything similar would make him feel a bit guilty and reflect on his actions. did he really do so much to make you snap like that? he'd be more cautious for a while, and may tread lightly around you for a bit. he'll keep a careful eye on you to assess why you’re having such a breakdown.

if it's just crying, he does feel a little guilty, but he’s much less worried. if anything, he sees this as an opportunity for him. he sees that as an opportunity to cuddle them and pretend to be the typical loving caring boyfriend- he's thinking this will likely make you feel more attached to him.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

it's not necessarily a moral thing, but as i said in blood above, he's not really going to hurt anyone physically, much less kill them. he also won't abduct the reader in the typical sense.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

mischa is short and physically weak, so it's not hard at all to intimidate him.

also, see: regret above… you aren’t being abducted and tied down, so in theory you do have the freedom to do whatever you want. if you are able to avoid him for a bit, you do have a lot of options available to you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

nope! he's not the type to hurt his darling... not physically, at least.

however, he can have some sadistic tendencies when it comes to teasing you or putting them in a situation that scares or bothers you (such as trying to trick a darling who's afraid of spiders into letting one crawl on them, sending the darling notes to make them know that they have a stalker to get them scared and paranoid... etc)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he doesn’t show it in the typical way as many yanderes would, but he does put you on a pedestal in his head. after all, he sees everyone around him as being ‘below’ you and being ‘unworthy’ of your time and attention.

he does smother you with high praise and compliments, and its coming from a real place as he really does find his darling attractive, sweet, kind, charming, etc.

but a significant reason for him doing so is for his own sake- he knows that his affections towards you, both verbally and physically, are going to make you more likely to fall for him. he’s definitely putting a concerted effort into winning you over… he’s certain that it will happen eventually, he just wants it to happen sooner rather than later.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what "snap" means in this context, since his behavior doesn't really suddenly escalate. he starts off strong and then there's a quick escalation, but there's no real point of him 'snapping' into something extreme.

but, if this just means 'general yandere behavior and manipulation'... it's not a very long time at all. once he realizes he's jealous of others getting your attention, he fairly quickly realizes how he's feeling and tries to get you to be around him more often. this probably takes a few weeks or so. then, he slowly escalates over a few months or so as he tries to see just how far he can take things.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

although he's not violent or extreme like the typical yandere, you are likely going to be mentally exhausted by his antics and being around him all the time. i think that in general he is the type of yandere that would very much wear you down over time until you get to a breaking point.

so, you wouldn't break in the typical way this word is used for yandere stories- but you would very likely have an emotional breakdown after a while.

#yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere alphabet #yandere x you #yandere femboy #mischa roth #tried something new w/ the edit this time :^)#also thank u for your patience anon who requested this!!

189 notes · View notes

bigbarabelly · 1 month ago

Note

hughie mpreg w either homelander or butchers kid and he doesnt know how to tell starlight ?

I’ve been hanging onto this because im super fucking slow lately but getting back into drawing a bit outside of com art FJKDSLA;

I’m working on a fic for it ill have to actually make an a03 for BUT made some little art panels of just hughie and Annie for it 👀

#replies #anon #art #sketch #hughie campbell #annie january #the boys #im still gonna tag it hughlander even if he isn’t here rn fjdklsafjdsl #thank you for your patience cause this has consumed me #im just a very fucking slow person and my productivity comes in waves so u either get an immediate response or 6 months later #mpreg #tmpreg #hughlander

79 notes · View notes

neetily · 3 months ago

Note

i also do NOT want to pressure you in any sense, but when you are open to requests, i have one for you! (again, PLEASE take your time and if u don’t want to write, that’s okay too!) but i was wondering if you could do a yandere/stalker sam x afab!reafer? but the reader falls into the trap of it and stuff?

love you sm 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

— ✧ warnings: yandere, stockholm syndrome, blowjob, throatpie, dirty talk, captivity, deepthroating, face fucking, dubcon — ✧ word count: 1,930 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: mm... yandere sam... i find him difficult to characterise, just because he's so opposite of the trope in canon haha... but because of that, i thought it'd be fun to approach him as a more threatening/controlling type? not sure if it's what you were after, but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

Racing through the hallway as if he were personally wounded, scampering like a scared little lamb on the cusp of losing their mother, the front door slams shut behind him in such a rush that it still rattles in his ears despite being far from it now. Perked up and curious, scanning the house just as much as his eyes as he is with his ears, listening, stalking, running as fast as humanly possible towards your spot. Where you always are, waiting so patiently for him. Tucked away out of reach from all those nasty prying eyes he's done so well at keeping away, hidden from their dirty hands and plentiful questions. And most importantly— where you're safe.

That is, providing he locks the front fucking door like he always does— which he didn't, fucking idiot. God, he can imagine just how eager you must be to escape his hold, right? He hasn't exactly been the kindest to you of the months, has he? Even if everything he's ever done has been solely for you, to protect you, to keep you nice and secure for the rest of your life because he loves you all too much; sometimes love can look like locks and keys, don't you think?

But as the squeaks of his sneakers match the hard thump of his scared little racing heart, all he can envision is that cosy bedroom he's got you chained up in, now empty. Void of any of the light and love your fluttering lashes bring— he never could work out if they were borne out of affection, or fear. But he loves them all the same. Because it's you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" He babbles to himself as he rounds a corner and comes face to face with your door, chewing on his bottom lip out of sheer frustration and utter desperation; such a stupid fucking mistake for him to make, allowing you such easy access to the big bad scary world just like that when he's meant to be protecting you; it's only natural you'd grow curious, he knows, but he can't stop the pain of betrayal from already choking his tight chest. Life— it just wouldn't be the same, wouldn't be fucking worth it if you managed to escape his clutches, y'know? Just the thought alone is enough to leave his lips wobbly, barely allowing himself a breather by your door before he's swinging it open with a closed fist, frantically searching the immediate area that greets him and—

Oh, you sweet little thing... "Baby..." He coos, immediately switching personas the moment his eyes meet your own wide ones. Voice all soft and gentle and relieved, surprisingly so with the way you peer up at him so expectantly like that. The sweet little pout you wear when greeting him back is an immediate balm to his racing mind too, encouraging his muscles to relax just a little now that he has you in his sights once again, still yet chained to the wall, pretty, as he likes to remind you. At your prettiest when sitting pliantly down on the bedroom floor for him, so often at his feet, aren't you? "You— fuck, look at'cha," He inches closer with his words, steps careful now as opposed to his fast feet just moments earlier. Part of him still doesn't quite believe it, that you'd choose to remain where he last set you. But more than that, he's happy. Happy to see that your training is finally paying off. Big wide smile tugging at his lips, surely flashing his pointed canines at your dolly expression. "Y'didn't even try t'escape, did ya?"

Complete and utter admiration laces his tone, drips down his throat with thick swallows and extends all the way to his outstretched fingertips as he tilts your chin up at him upon reaching your side. He needn't worry at all, does he? All that hard work, months spent enduring your bratty attacks, reinforcing his training in spite of your bites and barks back at him. It was all worth it, just to see your meek submission quite literally under his thumb as you lean your face deeper against his open palm.

"Told me to stay..." You let out a dulcet sigh, as if whispering for him to draw closer. "So I stayed."

Got himself his very own little stockholm syndrome cutie, fuck. Ain't that just the sweetest thing ever? The way you cling on to his every word, batting those pretty eyelashes up at him when he tuts down at you lovingly. Makes his cock all twitchy and wet, holding a moan back with a bite of his bottom lip.

"Such a good girl, aint'cha?"

The trigger word, the highest praise he can offer you, scarcely handed out. And look at you fucking grovel immediately following, wagging that metaphorical tail happily behind your back as he barely strokes his thumb against your cheek, perching himself at the edge of your shared bed in sheer emotional exhaustion.

Half expecting you to disappear the moment his hand leaves your face, he carefully guides you to his knees. Keeps you there for a moment or two so as to offer you the admiration you rightfully deserve after such an impressive show of devotion. Of the love you hold for him, remaining right where he left you like some kind of fucked up play thing, his perfect little toy.

And isn't that love? The kind he's helped shape you into, molded it into your very being.

"And what do good girls get?" He quizzes you, raising an eyebrow at the way you balk and pause, faux thought, dumb little girl. You've shown him enough tonight already to let him know that you know the answer. But games are fun too, he likes playing with you.

Regardless of your show, he starts to unbuckle his belt anyway. Slinging it off in one swift motion, not missing the way your gaze grows hazy, or how your tongue pokes out just a little when he tugs his pants and underwear off for you too.

He'll never grow tired of the way you salivate for his cock like that, big doe eyes begging him for permission, settled so sweetly between his thighs. You can't rightly expect him to ever let go of you now, right? It's a nice contrast to how you used to act for him, how you'd turn your nose up at the mere glimpse of his erection, avoiding giving it a cute little kiss for as long as possible, until he'd inevitably smear his precum coated tip against your lips just like how he does so right now— except now, you eagerly accept his slick, right? Kitten licking it all up for him, accepting his show of thanks so cutely it's almost unfair to watch. But he is thankful, for the fact that you so patiently allowed him to show you what's good for you, for the fact that you're returning his affections without fighting back, for the fact that you simply waited for him to return because he told you to.

And given that you still haven't answered his obvious question, too busy with making sure to clean his cock off with your tongue, he hisses the answer down at you.

"That's it, atta girl— fuck. Good girls get some cock, ain't that right?"

With your mouth too full to properly answer, he still appreciates the muffled mmph! you offer him before he shoves a little more of his length between your tight lips, revelling in the way you seem to just melt before him. Drooling all over his leaking tip, pressing those tight lipped sucks right where he likes em. And he'd be a fool not to indulge in your obedience, right? To give you a reward for a job well done, God, he still can't quite believe that you just fucking sat there like he'd asked.

Obsessed with the way you let him fish hook the corner of your mouth, prying it open for him to further slide his cock down your tight little throat until he's aaaaaall the way inside and his balls rest nicely against your chin.

But not for long.

See, his love for you is a bit too much at times. Courses through him, turning his muscles all tight and taut, his teeth clenching and grinding together in utter frustration for how much he loves you. Like he can never get enough, and he knows that to be true when he feels your tongue squirm against the underside of his fully sheathed cock and he can't fucking stand not fucking your face right that very second. Driven by instinct alone, a need buried deep within him to make his mark on you—insides included—so that you know inside and out who you belong to. Who looks after you, takes care of you, loves you.

Even when you're making those awful choking sounds, half gasps and half moans, struggling to take his immediately brutal pace as his gentle touch turns harsh and you're forced into letting him hump your tongue with rushed snap thrusts; similar to when he had thought you'd left him, right? So frantic with his love, needlessly grasping and tugging on your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Standing up off the bed just enough for that little bit more leverage, to fully fuck his cock down your tight hole as a warning. Don't you ever even think about leaving, okay?

But how could you, when his grip shifts down to your neck and he holds you there tightly, bruisingly so, disallowing you room to move even an inch as he commands the room with swift fucks and hushed moans hidden behind fangs, huffing over your head as he shoves your nose towards his pelvis. Do you love him, even when he steals your air? Bet you can't formulate a single coherent thought right now, not with the way he actually chokes you. Moaning your name over and over again, an open mantra, croaking whines and babbling about just how much he loves you as if having you lay your tongue flat against him alone was what was getting him off, as opposed to the frantic thrusts he assaults your lips with.

"So good, shit— you're such a good girl, fuck me—"

And what do good girls get? That's right, a big fat load shot right down your too tight little hole, the feeling of your throat closing up around him every time his tip brushes against the back of it has him keening, rolling his hips deeper so as to make you deepthroat his rock hard cock, paired with the ever present fact that you waited in spite of such a clear escape— it's all too much for him. Has him folding over you, knees weak as he inevitably rocks his tip against that deep spot— oh, that one that makes you gargle on his seed, struggling to drink him as fast as he shoots, the feeling of your nails digging into his bare thighs only has him cumming some more baby. Making sure to milk himself thoroughly before even thinking about giving you some room to breathe, to make sure every last drop of his cum drips down your throat.

Pulling out, he's greeted to the sound of gasped coughs from your cum stained lips. A small fit, nothing to worry about. And because you're such a good girl, you don't even complain about it.

Ah, that just makes him want to go a round two, y'know?

#sdv smut #stardew valley smut #sdv sam smut #sam🛹#thank you for your sweet words kind anon <3 #i appreciate your patience <3

89 notes · View notes

inhuman-obey-me · 2 years ago

Note

Kinda based on how lesser demons act around the brothers/mc posts

Over time, do you think there's like, an expected way they are supposed to act with mc? A high ranking sorcerer (despite being a novice) with ties to both the Prince and the Avatars of Sin, which they follow specific rules on how to address and show respect.

Even if mc themself doesn't know or enforce it or have gift preferences, I'd imagine characters like Lucifer, for instance, would want mc to be treated in a way that acknowledges their standing in the devildom. Also, how might different brothers go about making sure that mc is respected in that way, if it matters to them?

Absolutely! Considering a typical demon response (as shown in the very beginning of Season 1) is for demons to eat humans, MC's status after a while would definitely call for far more respect than they'd show to, well, any average human.

(Original post about lesser demons showing respect to the brothers is here!)

MC, as technically an outside visitor to the realm, has only so much room to demand or enforce any kind of respect, but Lucifer? Diavolo? Barbatos?

If they witness lesser demons doing anything less than at least a bow or curtsy, there may be some...punishments questions

For that matter, the rest of the brothers may not be as rigorous about enforcement, but it'd be rather daring to openly disrespect their dear human pact-mate in front of them

Especially after MC becomes officially part of the RAD student council, there's also just a lot more general sucking up happening

They were already fairly popular among the demons at RAD beforehand, but after gaining an actual position of Devildom power, lesser demons can often be seen trying to get into their good graces with compliments, gifts, and offers of any minor favor that might grant them an in

Of course none of it is expected, but gifts are nice and they can vary widely from demon to demon

Some, such as those who know Solomon or at least are familiar with the rumors about him, may try to appeal to MC by gifting interesting magical items or books

Demons from farther areas of the Devildom also sometimes bring various souvenirs of their home locales, knowing that MC doesn't often get to venture out to their home regions

Others just keep their ears open for rumors about what things MC may like -- and rumors certainly do fly around about any little thing MC may have done or said, what with the connections and power they seem to have

All that said, many of the more conservative, more old-fashioned nobles, however, have made plain to Diavolo that they do not care for his exchange program or his goals for harmony between the three worlds

For these nobles like Mephisto's family, they may still get away with showing some disdain for MC, even if they can't outright do or say anything harmful to them

#omg this request is over a year old ngdjskfalh we are so sorry #thanks for your patience on this anon!! ;;#obey me #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me mc #obey me headcanons #obey me worldbuilding #demons being demons #ask and ye shall be answered

594 notes · View notes

tpwkwriter · 11 months ago

Note

Can we get y/n as a total book worm and Harry just finding it so adorable and loving that about her and teasing her and recreating cute scenes from romance books with her

Head in a book

I wish I could say I was a bookworm but in fact the only things I read are on tumblr🥲

Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of book tok😭fluffy as!!☁️

Pairing: Harry x quiet!y/n

——————————————————————————

Y/n appreciated a quiet life, the small moments were a huge thing to her, the smell of freshly baked bread, picking flowers, watching the stars n all.

So when her boyfriend is the most biggest popstar, surrounded by loud music, screaming fans, and flashy cameras, everyone thought the couple wouldn’t work out, oh how they were so wrong.

After loud music, flashy lights, the screams and chants of millions of fans, Harry learnt that quiet and peaceful moments were better shared with y/n, he didn’t just love her, he adored her and everything she did.

She was the quiet rain in the darkest of nights.

It was a common occasion that Harry would come home to y/n absolutely nose deep in a book on the sofa, he loved watching the way she would get totally immersed in the story and endorsed on the character’s behaviour and thinking process.

Well tonight was no different, the time neared 6:45pm and Harry was out of the studio relatively early, he walked into there shared home, before he could look around he could sense something wasn’t right, the lights were all off, normally y/n would have various candle scents lingering in the atmosphere and the sound of her playlist would be faintly heard in the background.

He toed off his shoes and released his belongings by the door (making a mental note to clean it up later)

And walked through to there shared living room, y/n was bundled on the sofa with a grey faux blanket covering her, her hoodies hood was covering her hair and her eyes looked red and defeated.

Alarm bells are immediately going off in Harry’s mind, and he’s quick to act.

“Hey you, what’s happening?” He asked gently asked, swiftly sitting down next to her, leaning back and gently tapping her arm enough to signal ‘come here’

“Harry? Didn’t even hear you come home” she said voice a little wobbly, she joined his side, lounging her legs across his lap and resting her head on his chest.

“S’okay, what happened my love?” He asked softly into her hair, allowing his hand to slowly trace gentle circles on her back.

“Well” she started

“You know the book i was close to finishing?” She sniffs.

Harry begins to slightly relax at the fact it may not be as serious as he anticipated.

“I do m’love” he smiled

“Well because, it wasn’t a good ending at all” she begins to tear up again and snuggle her head further into his chest.

He mainly chuckles out of relief that it wasn’t anything ‘real’ and ‘serious’ he continues to hold her and press kisses to her hairline.

“I’m sorry to hear that m’love, wanna speak about it?” He’d gently ask.

As she begins to tell him the tragedy of the protagonists death and the failing love story between characters, even if truthfully Harry had no idea, he loved listening and taking in what she had to say.

“It sounds like such a beautiful story though my love” he said, trying to amp the spirits up.

“Mhmm” shes hum against him, the rest of the night was filled with cuddles and a lazy dinner together.

——

It was a few weeks later and now y/n had got on to some new books, she was never without one.

One evening when y/n was sitting up reading in bed, and Harry was in there shared en suite getting ready for bed, y/n had an idea, that would send not only her but many girls around the world into a frenzy.

Before he finished up she sent up her phone discreetly on her beside table and began to work her magic.

“Harry!” She called

Lucky for her, timing was great, he emerged from the bathroom and was about to head out to the bed.

“Stay right there mister” she smirked

A confused smile crossed his face, at her instructions but he did as she said.

“Babe-?” He chuckled lowly.

“I’ve just been reading here” she said holding up her book

“And it says here: “with arms holding him up he leant against the doorframe admiring the girl in-front of him” “ she recites from the paper.

Rolling his eyes already knowing what she was gonna request.

“So if you could please, show me your best doorframe lean, I’d be very happy” she smiled as she put the book in her lap and leaned back against the headboard.

His famous smirk flashes at the girl

“Y’want me, to lean against the doorframe?” He chuckles.

“Basically, but like- in a really romantic and heroic way, y’know” she giggles.

Y/n can practically see Harry think of how he’s gonna do this.

“M’kay, I need you to c’mere then” he calmly requests.

“Harry, just do it!!” She blushes, she’s also thinking of how thankful she is for the 5 minute feature on TikTok!

“Will, just come here” he laughs, he walks over and takes both of her hands and guides her to the place he wants which is right by the doorframe but far enough.

When satisfied with were the both at, harrys left arm lifts up and due to his height sits just above the top door frame, already y/n found her self flustered, and with his right hand he held her face and pulled her in for a sweet kiss on her lips, while still holding the “doorframe leaning position”

She pulls away flustered and blushed up,

“You did not just do that” she laughs as she stares at him.

“No Harry, I know the fuck you did not do that” she states, her eyes still wide and her mouth curling up into a big smile.

The smirk of satisfaction crawled up on his face as he managed to to fluster up his girl, despite nearly 5 years of being together.

Remembering the iPhone camera pointing in there direction, she quickly turned on her heels to stop it, at the realisation of she’s been filming them hits Harry and it’s now his time to go red.

“You cheeky thing” he says going up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, he kept his chin on her shoulder as they watched the video they just made together, sharing laughs and smiles.

“Fuck sake” he smiles, pressing a kiss to her temple and getting into his side of the bed.

She presses post and couldn’t wait to see what everyone had to say tomorrow, she joined in the bed next to him.

“Safe to say girls are gonna be having a field day with that one” she laughs.

“Where did you learn that stunt from anyway?” She giggled leaning in to his side.

“Well baby” he started.

“When your girlfriend is obsessed with books and romance novels you do learn a few tricks along the way, and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t read a few of your stuff” he nonchalantly pointed out.

Her eyes light up again.

“Really? You have?” She excitedly asked

“Mmmhmm, I got say y’got good taste” he shrugs.

“If you want recommendations just say”

——————————————————————————

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #my fic writing #harry styles au #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #fluff #harry styles fluff #thank you anon #requests #thank you for your patience #Harry #Harry fics #tpwkwriter work #Harry styles imagines #Harry styles fic

182 notes · View notes

coffeeghoulie · 25 days ago

Note

Writing prompt, if you're ever feeling up for it:

I desperately need part 2 to that Aether/Dew/Aurora quintessence ficlet. The size difference between everyone has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure /pos -🌌

Ghostober Day #17: Size Kink

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Aurora

Aurora bites off a little more than she can chew, but Aether and Dew work her through it. A direct continuation to this fic.

Explicit, 2k. Contains quintessence use/quintosis, size kink, belly bulge, and praise kink.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Oh, sweetheart," Dew coos, running his blunted claws through Aurora's sweat soaked hair. He glances past her to where the light pools out of the bathroom, waiting for Aether to finish washing up. "You're in for it."

He watches Aurora's eyes go wide, pupils sluggishly dilating big and black as the quintessence makes it harder for her to process. She's floating, and if Dew focuses, he can almost feel the static where he pets her hair.

Dew's laid on his side next to her, pressing soft kisses to the side of her face as her chest heaves, coming down from her first orgasm. How many Aether will wring from her little body is anyone's guess.

He pulls her a little closer, tucking her into the curve of his body and letting his thumb smooth over the ridge of her hipbone. "You thought I felt big, pretty girl?"

Aurora turns her head, the tip of her nose brushing against Dew's. "Mhmm," she hums, drunk on endorphins and Aether's quintessence. Dew smiles, eyes crinkling genuinely. He tucks a strand of bubblegum pink hair behind the feather tuft on the point of her ear.

"Oh, pretty girl, he's gonna wreck you."

Aurora lets out a concerned noise the same moment the bathroom light flicks off.

"Now, darling, what exactly am I going to do?" Aether says, finishing up drying his hands and tossing the towel back on the rack.

Dew props himself up on an elbow, meeting his mate's eye with a mischievous look on his face. "Rory thought I felt big inside her. You're going to wreck her."

Aurora mewls, tucking her face into the crook of Dew's shoulder. But Aether shakes his head, looming over the two of them where they're sprawled out in his and Dew's hearth. "Not going to wreck my mote, sweet girl."

She peers up at him curiously, and Dew gets a good look at the violet quintessence swirling through her dark green eyes. He keeps petting her hip as Aether looms, reaching down and cupping her face in one big palm.

Aurora lolls into it, chirping happily as his thumb smooths over her cheek. "Aeth," she whines, sweet and melodic. "Need you."

Dew chuckles, nosing at her hair and taking a deep breath of sweet strawberries and lavender. "Oh, I wasn't enough for you, Rory? You need my mate to fuck you too?" he teases, spindly fingers finding the soft swell of her breast and toying with the barbell running through her nipple. She lets out a soft noise, body jolting as he plays with the pink gem on the end.

Aether clicks his tongue, softly chiding him. "Don't tease her, darling," he hums, voice a low rumble that rushes through both of them.

Dew turns from mouthing at her gills to stare up at Aether as he looms over the two of them. "Aw, come on, Aeth. You love playing with mine."

He chuckles again before turning back to Aurora. Aether smooths the pad of his thumb over her cheek again, staring into her eyes, irises swirling with magick. "Oh, you're drunk on it, aren't you, mote?"

Aurora's breath hitches, and Dew knows the staticky feeling running through her nerves. He runs the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear. "Color, sweetheart?"

She tears her gaze away from Aether's intense gaze, turning until her nose brushes against his. "So green, Dewey," she says, breath hitching.

"If the magick's too much, he'll ease up on it, all you gotta do is say the word," Dew promises, his hand drifting until it rests on her sternum. "Snap if that's too hard."

Aurora hums, nodding slightly, and Dew watches the violet sworls of quintessence dance around her deep grey-green irises. Her fingers worry at her claws, and Aether steals her attention once more, taking one of her tiny hands in his and pinning it gently to the mattress. Dew groans softly in her ear at how his dwarf hers.

Aether's other hand smooths down Aurora's stomach until he's petting through her curls, damp with her slick and Dew's cum. She lets out a soft little gasp, back arching. Dew kisses at her temple, holding her to the bed gently.

"I got you all ready, pretty girl," he whispers as Aether hitches one of her legs up around his waist. "Aeth's gonna take care of you. You're gonna smell like us for a while, Rory. We've got our claim on you now, fucking you in our bed."

"O-oh," Aurora gasps, stiffening in Dew's arms as he props himself up on one elbow, tucking his arm under her head so she can glance down to where Aether's looming between her legs. The entire room smells of carbon and lavender and caramelized sugar.

Dew watches Aether notch himself at her entrance, her folds puffy and wet with slick and Dew's own cum. He feels more than hears her breath hitch, and Dew cups one of her pert little breasts with spindly fingers. "We've got you, sweet girl. Just feel. He's so much bigger than you," he coos in her ear, ducking down to lick a wet stripe over her gills.

She keens, the sound cut off as Aether pushes inside of her. All three ghouls groan, Dew pressing a kiss to her temple. "Oh, that's it, pretty girl. He's so big, isn't he?"

Aether grunts as her pussy squeezes him, glowing purple eyes darting up from where their bodies had joined. "Good girl, mote, you're doing so good," he groans, digging his fangs into his bottom lip as he holds back. Dew recognizes the tension in his spine, knows he's holding back from just slamming into her warmth.

Dew runs his thumb along the underside of her breast, cooing softly in her ear. "Need you to relax, sweetheart, I know he's big. Just breathe for me, ladybug."

Aurora nods, eyes darting a little slowly from Dew at her side to Aether above her and back. Her narrow chest heaves a little shakily, and both of them whisper soft things, petting at her skin in an effort to get her to relax. She squeezes Aether's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Think 'm ready."

Aether smiles boyishly, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss. "Hold on then, mote," he says, starting to move almost glacier slow inside of her. With his quintessence amplifying absolutely everything, she gasps at even the slightest friction.

Her moans are sweet when Dew tastes them on her lips, Aether's quintessence crackling like static between them on a dry winter day. "Just feel, Aurora," Dew coaxes, hand still warm on her breast. Every so often he flicks at her jewelry just to feel her gasp on his lips.

She listens to Dew. Feeling is about all she can do, stretched thin between the quintessence and the thick cock stretching her open, feeling each barbell that lines the underside press unyielding against her walls. Her entire body trembles with feeling.

Aether's pace doesn't falter, slow, even thrusts into her, with the patience and steadiness of a rhythm section musician that might only be rivaled by Mountain. Dew's always been a little jealous of how much control he has.

But that's not important now. With his hand on her breast, Dew can feel her pulse fluttering like a bird against her ribcage, the hot puffs of breath from her gills and her lips. He kisses her temple, tastes the salt of her sweat. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" he whispers into the shell of her ear. "He fills you up so good, doesn't he?"

Aurora gasps, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks at his words. Aether hits something sensitive inside of her and it's only amplified by the quintessence coursing through her body. "So fucking good, oh Lucifer," she almost hisses, one hand held to the mattress in Aether's, and the other clinging to Aether's broad shoulders. Later, Dew will lick along the raised red lines she leaves there.

"Yeah?" Dew laughs warmly, squeezing her perky little tit in his hand. "Unholy Master, he fills me up just right," he whispers in her ear, trailing the tip of his crooked nose along the shell. "And you're so much littler, ladybug. Oh, he must feel massive."

She whines sharply, fat, overwhelmed tears rolling down her cheeks, and she must squeeze around Aether because his careful rhythm falters, head dropping down to kiss her. It's more consumption than it is a kiss, and Dew knows his mate well enough to know that all of this is getting to him too.

Aurora's back arches up off of the bed, her sharp fingernails digging into Aether's shoulder, and Dew doesn't have to be quintessence to know she's close. He lets go of her breast, Aurora too distracted with trying to kiss Aether back to protest, Dew lets his hand skate down her sternum, on route to play with the little barbell threaded through the hood of her clit.

But on his way down, he stops suddenly, tensing up against Aurora's side, his soft cock twitching hard against his hip. "Oh, Lucifer, Aether," Dew groans. Next to him, they both break the kiss, panting and lips slick with spit.

"What?" Aether asks, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, Aurora faring no better.

"Gimme, Aeth, give me your hand," Dew says, head spinning so hard he thinks he might black out. Aether raises an eyebrow but complies with his mate. Dew drags his hand down the same path he had taken, and he knows when Aether feels it because his hips jolt forward and he moans long and low in his chest. Aurora lets out a soft cry as he thrusts hard into her, blinking up with confused surprise.

"Fuck, mote," he groans, dropping his head to rest his forehead against hers. "You're so little I can feel my cock inside you."

He presses down on her belly, just above her hips, and Dew watches her eyes roll back into her head. Aurora's orgasm must trigger Aether's, because the little bulge under their palms kicks and his hips stutter, groaning loud in between them.

It takes a while for Aether to come down, Aurora still lost in pleasure and Aether's quintessence, fluttering around him. Dew pets through her hair, his hand leaving her belly to turn her face gently to him. "You took it so well, pretty girl," he whispers, watching the quintessence swirl in her eyes as Aether recovers. "Like a champ."

Her lips quirk up in a tiny smile, and he kisses the tip of her nose before he turns to watch his mate for a moment. Dew's eyes track a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Aether's forehead before dripping off of his cheek.

Aether's grip on Aurora's wrist loosens, shifting until their fingers are intertwined. Her hand is swallowed by his. "So good for us, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low, the tone of comfort that he uses on Dew's bad nights. "Such a good girl, that's it, float for a little while."

Just for a split moment, Aether turns away from her to kiss Dew, soft and chaste on the lips. He tucks a strand of sweaty copper hair behind Dew's ear. He smiles, leans up to nuzzle at Aether's cheek. There's a little scruff there.

"Starshine, she's not gonna come down until you let her go," Dew says, laughing lightly. He can feel her muscles quivering under her skin. Aether nods, presses gentle fingers to her temple, and unravels his quintessence.

Clarity slowly comes back to Aurora's eyes, the purple fading out and leaving just a deep grey green. She sucks in a breath like she's just surfaced the water. "Fuck," she gasps. She sounds exhausted and fucked out, but she's grinning.

"Hey, princess," Aether says, petting her cheek. "How're you feeling?"

"Lucifer fucking Below," she laughs, bright and clear like windchimes. "We are so doing that again."

#anon thank you for your patience it has been two months #anyways i'm obsessed with the three of them #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghostober 2024 #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aurora ghoulette #aether/dew/aurora #cw quintosis #quintessence #quintosis

48 notes · View notes

bookishfeylin · 2 months ago

Note

With that recent Feylin post it’s like:

1. They were both younger siblings mistreated by their older siblings.

2. They were both thrusted into positions of provider/power that neither of them wanted.

3. They find comfort in the arts. Feyre with her painting, and Tamlin with his music and poetry.

Like as much as Tamlin sucks in book two, book one Feylin just had an emotional connection that I’m frustrated wasn’t explored more in book one. For me, Feysand doesn’t have that aspect and so book one Feylin will always come out on top as a more favorable couple for me.

That’s because Sarah could not rely on the concept of a mating bond as a crutch for ~unexplained attraction~ like she does in ACOMAF and like so many other YA/NA romantasy authors do nowadays. ACOMAF and its romantasy booktok copycats are often written where the attraction is there first and then the soul bond/mating bond or whatever is revealed later on to justify why there was an attraction between people who textually barely know and/or actively HATE each other. Feyre never should’ve felt a secret “pull” towards Rhysand and she never should’ve fallen for him in two months given the history of him *checks notes* spending months molesting her UTM. The mating bond is written as a crutch to justify why Feyre felt attraction to someone she realistically, as a highly traumatized 20 year old, should NEVER have had feelings for.

On the other hand, Feylin has no such crutch. There is no secret revelation that they are reincarnated lovers or soulmates or anything. Sarah is forced to give them a genuine reason to connect and is forced to develop a friendship for them to build organically into a romance since she knows that they aren’t the destined lovers foretold by the stars or whatever. And in doing so, their relationship progresses much more slowly and imo much more realistically than Feysand’s. It feels more real because Sarah HAD to put forth more effort into writing them as a compatible match because there was no mating bond to force attraction and romantic interest, and it shows.

#I’m trying to answer all my anons thank you all for your patience while I was AWOL!!! Also this was a great ask nonny!#Anon #ask #feylin #acotar #pro feylin #anti feysand #anti acomaf #acotar analysis

41 notes · View notes

luxvinova · 10 months ago

Note

HIII UH I love your art

Can I see Koraidon hugging Pecharunt and Ogerpon? I feel like he'd be a father figure to the two. :)

Thank you so much!! (and sorry for the late reply!!) "Father figure"...! 🤔 I see Kora as an older brother, late teenager/young adult (no specific age)! He just looks much bigger than the rest XD

BUT... I LOVE THIS! He is definitely a supportive figure for them! Whether because of similar experiences or because he is a ray of sunshine, he would welcome everyone.

#thanks for the ask!#AND FOR YOUR PATIENCE ive been busy irl i miss holidays #Pokemon #pokemon gijinka #Pokemon Scarvio #Koraidon #Ogerpon #Pecharunt #Anon #my art

97 notes · View notes

hero-of-the-wolf · 3 months ago

Note

Enabling you to yap about some headcanons you have for the chain (or any animal facts that you have in store. You always have some fascinating facts)

Time and Lullaby were childhood best friends that grew apart as they got older. They start to reconnect again later in life, when Time joined the war effort against Ganondorf and the Gerudo.

(and then he dies)

Time and Malon have a little girl together 🫶

stealing this from @crazylittlejester but Time’s joints are kinda messed up after transforming so often (esp when he was y’know still growing) so his joints will pop out really easily and get really sore

Time is the OG animal lover. Where do you think Twilight got it from?

side note— I love the idea of Malon becoming something More after her death. You can still hear her singing at night if you listen very closely, mysterious bad things happen to people who hurt horses, Twilight strangely never feels alone, that sort of thing :)

Warriors was very close to his mother. She passed away during the war, and he didn’t find out until after he returned home 💔

(my first thought is that she died from disease, which always runs rampant during war. but maybe, perhaps, Wars’ home village was razed by monsters 👀)

Warriors had two close friends during the war. One died in his arms. The other one betrayed him and directly led to him getting captured by Cia 💔

depressed Twi 🫶 anxious Twi 🫶 Twi with chronic pain 🫶

Hyrule gets chronic headaches and dizzy spells, esp when he overuses his magic :)

Hyrule’s dark world form is an opossum 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

Legend enjoys knitting!! it’s a nice calming activity that helps him destress, and he really enjoys working with his hands :)

LEGEND MADE THE DOLLS FOR HYRULE. LEGEND KNITS AND HE MADE THE DOLLS AFTER HE WENT BACK HOME BC HE MISSED RULIE AND THEN HE IMBUED THEM WITH MAGIC AND HID THEM AROUND FOR HIS SUCCESSOR TO FIND

I also hc he has a lot of chronic pain 🫶

33 notes · View notes

softmangoes · 28 days ago

Text

control - eden the hunter x defiant!pc

18+ only | request fill for 🕸 anon

summary: you've been spending a lot of time at the new university. when you get back home to the cabin, you surprise eden with a gift.

includes: sub!eden, sex pollen, pegging, mentions of past sexual abuse, blood, older pc

"that shortcut isn't safe at this time of the year," the hunter said as he rubbed the healing salve onto your fingertips. you winced, the cut that adorned your hand burning as the ointment seeped into it. the ledge you would usually scale to get to the cabin had been slick with tufts of moss, causing you to lose your grip and slip. as you fell, you grabbed onto a stray vine to steady yourself, pain flaring from your palm as its thorns sliced into your skin.

"i figured," you said. a pair of stormy eyes flicked to you, unamused.

"you were careless." eden took a length of gauze and wrapped it around your hand. although he was gentle, the pressure around the cut on your palm still made you hiss. "what would have happened if something out there had smelled the blood on you?"

your eyes fell onto the rifle resting atop the dining table. the hunter had been cleaning it when you stumbled in, all bloody and sweaty and exhausted.

"then you would have taken care of it."

eden scoffed, securing the dressing with a practiced ease. "i've spoiled you, haven't i?"

"have you?" although you were more than capable of protecting yourself, the hunter was no stranger to threatening those who would harm you while you traversed through the forest.

when you looked at him, his eyes were chips of flint. “say that again.”

you inhaled, trying to calm yourself.

the hearth made his skin glow warmly, the firelight dancing on his features. his hair had grown longer, his beard more unruly. this time, due to the storms, you had been gone for more than a week. a flash flood could have swept you away as you crossed the river, lightning could have sliced through a tree as you passed below its boughs. a frightened animal could have confronted you as it made its escape. how could he not worry? how could he not want to make sure that you were okay?

but you were no fragile thing. years of hard labor had woven corded muscle into your limbs and months of training had made you more than lethal. you could take care of yourself. he had made sure of it.

"i'm alright," you said, trying your best to assure him. you came back and you were alive. that was more than good enough. "okay?"

after a moment, the hunter's eyes softened. "i missed you," he breathed, taking your other wrist in his hand. he pressed his lips to the tip of each bandaged finger, kissing each one gently. despite the gauze, his mouth was warm, the puff of his breath tickling the underside of your wrist.

once he released you, you brought your uninjured hand to cup his face. stubble scratched at your palm as you traced the old scars that ran across his jaw. one of them, still silvery in the firelight, you had carved into his face years ago. you could still remember the taste of copper in your mouth when he kissed you, the blood hot as it wet your lips.

he made a sound at your touch, one quiet and full of need, and you found yourself filled with desire. here he was, your hunter, kneeling before you as you sat on the couch. eden had never been one to go into detail about how much he wanted you, but you could tell from his expression that the past week had been difficult for him. his eyes betrayed his usual stoicism: this time, he had been afraid you weren’t going to come back.

how cute. hunger coiled in you tight, and you slipped your thumb between his parted lips.

a gasp. then warmth. a tongue swiped across the pad of your finger, hot and wet. his eyes flicked open, those twin storms brewing with confusion and desire, before he pulled away abruptly, leaving a string of saliva connecting you to him.

"what," eden started, not knowing how to process what had just happened. a stripe of red flared across his cheeks.

but you only smiled as you licked the pad of your thumb, the hunger coiling tighter and tighter. you were a snake wrapping around its prey, the coolness of your scales sliding along the warmth of its skin. your hunter was always so beautiful, but there was something about that moment of softness, that vulnerability, that made you want to see more of it.

"you really did miss me," you said, your eyes never leaving his as your lips closed over your finger to taste him. "didn't you?"

later that night, eden stood in front of the bathroom sink, sweat slicking his skin. outside, the wind howled as rain streamed down the window. he couldn't sleep, couldn't stop thinking about your finger in his mouth and the look in your eyes as you watched him lick at it.

it had been a brief moment, nothing more than a few fleeting seconds, but he could still remember the taste of you.

eden inhaled. at that moment, you were fast asleep in bed, curled up in a nest of blankets to keep you from straining your hand.

at first, he had wanted a companion: someone to warm his bed, cook his meals, do as they were told. what he didn’t expect was you questioning his rules, pushing against his boundaries. one time, you took a knife to his jaw, raking the blade across his skin like a trail of fire. he slapped the knife from your grip and pinned you to the wall, growling that he wasn’t someone who could be threatened like that.

a few years ago, he would have taken you right then and there, injury be damned.

now that you were taking classes, getting back to the cabin on time was more difficult for you. there were courses for you to take, projects to finish, and papers to write. when you had applied for the university, he had been bitter about your decision for days. what did you need from the town that you couldn’t get here? why did you want more reasons to be away?

in retaliation, eden would wake you on the mornings he knew you’d have class by pulling your underwear to the side and slipping inside you. the hunter’s size was formidable, so it never took you very long to gasp and open your eyes to the clock you kept by your bedside.

“h-hey,” you started, your thighs trembling despite your annoyance. before you could continue, he’d slide in deeper, making you claw at the sheets with a soft whine.

“you’ll be late by the time we’re finished,” he murmured, licking a line up your neck as you clenched down on his cock. after all these years, the hunter knew many ways to keep you within his grasp. “and you have everything you need here.”

the clock ticked, its hands inching closer and closer to the start of your class with each moment that passed.

“stay.” he circled your clit with his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge with every thrust. “do you really have to leave?”

before he found you, there was only the quiet of the cabin to keep him company. the rustle of the leaves scratching against the windows and the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth could not compare to the softness of your skin or the sound of your laugh filling the air. despite the fact that you were the one who had spent time in chains, eden could not help but feel confined by his loneliness whenever you were away.

but you didn’t have to leave this time. he could make you feel good. he could remind you that you were meant to be here. he could make you stay.

“eden.” with a grunt, you snapped your hips into his, taking all of him in. the sudden motion made him gasp as he spilled into you, filling you with his warmth as you came with him.

a few moments passed before you sat up and started slipping on your clothes. by the set of your shoulders, he could tell that you were upset at him for delaying you once again. the walk through the forest would take a considerable amount of time and you still had to catch a bus to the university.

when he called your name, you didn’t answer. minutes later, your steps faded. a chill rushed into the cabin and the front door closed, leaving him with only the silence for company.

all of that had happened a little more than a week ago. now, his knuckles were pale as he gripped the rim of the bathroom sink.

after so long, you were finally back. if you had stayed away a day longer, he would have walked to the university to wander the campus in search of you. despite the years you had spent with each other, a part of him was sure that someday you would leave the forest and never come back.

eden shook his head. he thought of your thumb against his tongue, the wet heat of it probing his teeth. it felt assuring that even after everything, you still wanted him.

the hunter slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, sliding them along the warmth of his inner lip. his other hand found his cock, aching against his trousers. eden panted, desire curling in his core as he tried his best not to moan aloud.

still, a low groan escaped his lips. he was close. so fucking close. and as he came, he thought of the hunger in your eyes and how in that moment, he had wanted to feed it.

a box of ammunition. rope. a new whetstone. gauze.

the next morning, eden set each item down onto the dining table methodically, silently appraising each item as he slipped it out of your duffel bag.

after a few hours of rest and the cuts and scrapes from your journey back aside, you felt much better than you did the previous evening. you sipped some lemon balm tea, watching your hunter sort through the items.

the university had taken a lot from the time you would usually spend together, but you still tried your best to make sure that eden was taken care of. over the years, the town had gotten busier after the campus opened, welcoming new students from the surrounding areas who would occasionally strap on a backpack to trek through the forest. often, they’d run the supply store out of the usual items you’d purchase. this wasn’t an ideal situation for someone as secluded as eden, so you did what you could to make sure he had what he needed.

a pack of mason jar lids. gun oil. vegetable seeds.

"looks like the store was stocked well this week," he remarked, setting down the packs of seeds with a quiet rattle. you imagined the sprouts they’d become, bright green tendrils pushing forth from the earth. “we’ll plant these once the frost ends.”

although attending college was rather expensive, your botany courses had enhanced your time spent at the cabin. after a few months, you had made a natural irrigation system for the vegetable plots, created a compost pile, and even had a small seed archive categorized by their best growing season. around the cabin itself were sketchbooks filled with illustrations of the different herbs, mushrooms, and berries that could be found within the forest.

years ago, you couldn't imagine that you would stop catching fights in the streets. now, your life was devoted to the changing of the seasons, to bountiful harvests, and handfuls of seeds.

antibiotics. cheesecloth. sewing needles. a—

"this is from that temple boy's shop." eden held up a large velvet bag, which was plain save for a pink heart embroidered onto the deep purple cloth.

whenever you needed cash, you would offer to help sydney run his mother’s adult store. it was an easy enough job and both sydney and sirris treated you well. occasionally, they’d send you off with something new to try to express their gratitude for your assistance.

“you’ve been eyeing this one for a while,” sirris said, pulling the box from the shelf. you blushed, embarrassed that you had made your interest so obvious. its length was enticing, the construction of the curves alluring. “take it home. i’m sure the customers would appreciate a review.”

when eden pulled the item out of the bag, his eyes snapped to yours.

"what," he said flatly, examining the package's text that claimed the dildo was realistic, sure to please, a fan favorite. "am i not enough for you?"

you laughed. eden had enjoyed the array of lacy outfits from the shop, binding you in silk rope, the samples of lube that were stored in his nightstand. what was one more new thing?

"relax," you said, taking the bag and upending it. a leather harness, sleek with silver rivets, thudded onto the table. "it's for you."

in all honesty, you couldn’t be more excited. eden was an insatiable lover, fierce and enthusiastic. while the sex was exciting, there was a part of you that wanted to unravel him, to savor him. you would do it slowly, carefully, so that once he was properly plied with your gentleness, you would sink your teeth into his tender flesh and make his eyes glaze in ecstasy.

the hunter inhaled, stiffening as he pushed himself from the table with a wooden creak. he shrugged on his hunting coat.

"i should go," he said, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. "there's a herd i've been following."

"hey." you dropped the bag, concern lacing your voice. the last time you had seen him tense like that was when you had asked what life had been like for him before. "are you alright?"

when he glanced at you, you swore you saw fear flash in his eyes. "we'll talk later."

before you could say anything else, he was out the door.

there had been a time in his life in which he had been stripped of his sense of control: the caretaker of the orphanage, with her sweet smile that never quite reached her eyes, would take him by the hand and tell him that if he couldn’t pay her fee, then he’d just have to make it up to her another way.

“you could do that, can’t you?” she’d say, lacing her fingers sweetly. the scent of her perfume was always so syrupy, like the rot that followed after the rain.

that other way involved eden getting dragged to the fighting pit in the middle of the night, his nose bloody from punching the thug who threw him out of his own bed.

years later, eden would learn that he had never been meant to fulfill the caretaker’s payments. he was the perfect choice to be her champion. out of everyone at the orphanage, eden was the biggest and the strongest. as far as she could tell, there was no one more ideal to be bruised and battered for cash.

but what was special about him had nothing to do with his strength or size: he was smart. in that reeking pit, which was nothing more than an abandoned pool surrounded by a raucous mix of the town's underground and elite, he would circle his opponents waiting for them to make the first move. if they charged at him, he would dodge. if they struck at him, he would catch their wrist and twist their bodies to meet the hard, mildewed tile below. losing meant getting hauled screaming into the unknown to horrors that made the pit look like child's play. winning was the only option he had, so it was what he did.

but the thing about winning was that he had never been the winner. not truly.

eden was beautiful, all muscles glistening with blood and sweat, his gray eyes hollow as he surveyed the crowd that cheered in adoration for him. on that first night, after the final round, the last thing he remembered was getting wiped down with an icy towel as he was met with praise for his achievement. at some point, someone clapped his shoulder and gave him a drink, ice clinking against the glass. it had tasted sweet, went down all nice and cold.

and then nothing.

he woke up to darkness. a strip of cloth around his eyes and rope around his wrists and ankles. he was naked, still bruised and aching but so, so warm. something had been in the drink. something that made him want to be touched. to be fucked and defiled.

eden was so alluring, a beast in his element. all teeth but deprived of any bite. he was never meant to be the winner, but their prize all along.

there had been voices around him, amused by how he struggled ineffectually against his binds. he was so strong, wasn't he? but so weak, so pliable for them. hands traced the curve of his muscles and the cut of his jaw, mouths so hot and full of want pressed against his skin, cooing their congratulations as they stroked and teased him. against his will, his legs shook and moans spilled from his mouth. he was helpless. defenseless. and despite how much his mind screamed, his body only craved for more.

the forest came back to him, damp and smelling of earth and cedar. eden sighed, his breath fogging in the muggy autumn air. that night was long ago, but never had been far off. he had ran from the orphanage shortly after that, his pockets stuffed with the cash earned from the pit, a knife, a handful of seeds, and his best winter coat wrapped around him. as his shoes pounded the pavement, the sidewalk turned into loose ground and then later into fallen leaves.

once he was tired of running, eden took solace in the eaves of the pines, ate berries, washed himself in the lake to scrub away the memories. in the years following that, he made a home for himself. as he reveled in the safety of routine, he found a sense of control that steadied him whenever he felt his skin crawl with their touch.

control was the one thing that had protected him throughout all these years. control had kept him alive, helped him start the fires that would warm his cold hands, helped him build a cabin to sleep in. as long as he could determine the boundaries he had when it came to interacting with the world around him, he would keep himself safe.

the security of his routine lasted until the day he tracked a deer near the lake and found you. in all honesty, he didn’t know what possessed him. it had been a while since he had last seen another person, let alone conversed with one. on that warm summer day, you had offered him an apple slice, cool and crisp and sweet. with a smile, you told him that you had never seen eyes like his.

for as long as he could remember, eden had never been good with words, but he could take you back to the cabin, no matter how much you kicked and screamed.

despite his many attempts to tame you, you refused to give in. at one point, you even managed to run away. the hunter had tracked you for hours until you pounced on him, knocking him off-balance. once he was on the ground, you pressed a knife to his neck so hard that a line of blood bloomed on the blade.

“i want us to start over.” although your voice was ragged with exhaustion, there was a fire in your eyes. sweat dropped from your cheek. “can we do that?”

he could have rolled over and wrestled the knife from you. pinned your wrists just so he could prove who was really in control.

but in that moment, as he stared at you haloed in the light of the clearing, all he could do was inhale. you were so strong, so beautiful, and he had been bested.

“alright,” he said, a bead of blood running down his neck. “we’ll start over.”

now, he carefully made his way through the brush, the damp earth muffling his movements. there was a boar nearby, kicking up at the patches of mushrooms and new sprouts brought up by the rain.

the strap-on had been…a surprise.

eden knew that he had left the cabin in a hurry, but he hadn't known what to say to you. how could he tell you that the thought of submission was one he met with both terror and intrigue? that he had nightmares about being strapped to that chair again, rendered unable to do anything else but squirm? how could he tell you that despite all of that, he still thought about the taste of your fingers in his mouth?

control was his armor, but it was also his leash. a part of him was thrilled to know that despite what happened the last time you had seen each other, you still wanted to be with him. you still wanted him.

the boar trudged into the clearing, grunting as it nudged at a sapling. eden crouched lower into the bush, careful not to break any branches. when he took a step forward to get a better vantage point of the animal, something hissed below him. a sweetness filled the air, syrupy and heavy like cherries boiled in sugar.

when eden looked down, he saw that he had stepped on a patch of yellow puffballs, their disturbed bulbs spraying clouds of purple spores into the air.

shit. he coughed, pressing his sleeve to his face and staggering away from the powdery cloud. amidst the chaos, he heard the boar whine and retreat further into the brush. eden’s eyes watered and he began to feel his skin warm. lost in his introspection, he had wandered too far into the forest, where the plants and the animals grew strange and twisted.

his heartbeat roared in his ears. the cabin wasn’t too far off. if he was lucky, he would be able to treat himself before the effects set in. disoriented, he slipped off his shotgun and made his way back.

marigold. echinacea. willow bark. the amber bottles clinked against each other softly as you organized the medicine shelf, making sure that the tinctures and extracts had been topped off with alcohol and the salves were still fresh and free of mold. there wasn’t much to do during autumn except prepare for the winter.

during the time you had spent away, eden had been especially productive: there were dozens of canned vegetables from the last garden’s harvest, bundles of herbs and strings of garlic bulbs hanging from the ceiling like withered bouquets, and strips of venison curing in the small root cellar. the man never had a penchant for sitting still and whenever you were away, he couldn’t help but keep his hands busy.

you sighed at the thought of him, your shoulders sagging in disappointment. perhaps coming back with the strap-on had been too much for him. sure, you didn’t leave the cabin on the best of terms the last time, but you thought the gift would have been a nice gesture to assure him. if he ended up wanting to have nothing to do with it, then at least you would have something you could use to give him a show.

as you palmed the last bottle, something slammed into the front door. quickly, you slipped the tincture into your pocket and pulled the hunting knife strapped to your belt. although the cabin was nestled deep in the forest, there were times in which a panicked animal would crash into the structure as they fled from a predator. whatever it was, you weren’t going to take any chances.

once you got to the door, eden crashed through it, his breath ragged from exertion. goosebumps prickled your skin at the rush of cold air from the forest. at the sight of him, the knife clattered to the ground. the hunter’s eyes were twin voids, his pupils straining against thin irises.

“hey, what’s—” before you could finish, he lunged at you.

the hunter was strong, but you were faster. quickly, you sidestepped away, making sure to kick the knife across the room.

“i thought we were past this,” you said, referring to the months you had spent at his mercy. “you’re not still mad about me being late, are you?”

there was no response. when eden swung at you again, you caught a whiff of something sickly sweet. something familiar.

“shit,” you cursed, uncorking the bottle in your pocket to douse your sweater sleeve with the tincture. when he lunged for you, you slammed the wet fabric in his face. his hands clawed at your shirt, nails raking against your skin as he struggled. after a moment, his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor.

eden woke up in a dream. instead of sunlight streaming through the forest canopy, he saw the ceiling of the cabin hazed in a light purple. the air was warm, tinged with the scent of drying herbs and pine. he could have sworn he was just in the middle of a hunt, raising his rifle to train it on a boar.

his body hummed. the hunter could feel the scratch of the blanket against his bare skin, the hot slick of sweat between his thighs, and the pull of the rope tighten around his wrists and ankles.

fear spiked through him. the memories of being strapped to the chair after winning at the fighting pits came rushing. this couldn’t be happening again. not after this long. after all this time, he thought he was safe, that he was okay, that—

“you’re awake,” you said as you walked through the door. the bed dipped as you sat down beside him. steam curled from a mug in your hand. “the valerian did a pretty good job of knocking you out, huh?”

“why am i tied up?” his words came out slurred, like he was trying to speak through a mouthful of syrup. eden sank his teeth into his mouth, trying to focus through the haze.

your nails tapped against the mug in contemplation. “to keep you from me,” you said. “if i hadn’t acted quickly, i would have had to buy new clothes.”

after a moment, you set the mug down and leaned over to look into his eyes.

“i thought wiping you down would help, but your pupils are still dilated,” you observed. “the spores must’ve got you good.”

he remembered the time you had first come across a flush of the strange fungi. they had fruited in the mushroom barrel, a cluster of yellow spheres among the fieldcaps and boletes. on that day, he dropped the firewood that he was hauling back to the cabin, worried about the way you were swaying. when he tried to ask if you were alright, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled his face to yours.

"you could have had me," he said, swallowing. in that moment, you had been so pliable for him. after months of dealing with your stubbornness, it had been refreshing to see you so earnest for his touch. "it would have been...easy."

a shadow fell over your face. “easy,” you repeated, pushing his hair from his eyes. eden shuddered, brief and sharp, at the sudden feeling of relief your touch provided him. "what fun would that have been?"

knowing that you hadn’t chosen to take advantage of him in that state not only made his heart warm, but his body yearn even more for you. this moment was nothing like what happened in his past.

“show me,” eden said, the words spilling out of him before he could realize what he was saying. the hunter had never been one to beg, but his skin felt like it was on fire and he needed you to touch him. he needed more relief. you were the balm to his suffering and the only person who could take care of him. “have your fun.”

after a moment, he realized that he had pulled the ropes taut by trying to get closer to you. in that moment, he was intimately aware of your presence: the scent of arousal and soap on your skin, the softness of your breathing, and your fingers resting along his jaw. he wanted nothing more than to close the distance.

“you know what i want.” your fingers lifted his face and there, yet again, was that hunger in your eyes. “are you sure about this?”

eden inhaled, and found himself nodding. he thought of the nights he spent alone, the years that had stretched between you two, the taste of you in his mouth. anyone else would have taken advantage of him, but you were the only person he would ever grant his submission.

“it’s you,” he said. "i'll do anything for you."

your hand slid down his neck to the center of his chest before you pressed him back to the bed, the sensation of your touch cool against his feverish skin. he bit back a whine, trying to keep himself from begging for more.

from the nightstand, you produced a small bottle of lube. your hand began to drift from his chest, slipping under the sheet, drawing a path of pleasure that made him groan.

“the spores dilate your blood vessels,” you murmured, drawing away the blanket to expose his naked body. “they make you sensitive to touch and encourage the release of oxytocin once stimulated.”

“did you, ah, learn that from your classes?”

you placed yourself between his legs. “i’ve seen a few experiments.”

hearing that sent a pang of jealousy through him. he imagined you dosing yourself with a tincture of active spores, blushing as someone else’s hands roamed your body. “you didn’t…join them, did you?”

“what?” you scoffed, pouring some of the lube onto your fingers. “i’m not like that.”

“i took notes,” you continued. the hunter jumped when he felt a long, slim finger dip between his cheeks, wet and warm with lube. “we live in the forest, so i wanted to know how something like that could affect you.”

“how considerate,” he said, breath heavy as your fingertip began to circle his hole. he hadn’t often touched himself there for pleasure, but the feeling wasn’t unwelcome. “any progress on that?”

“i think it’s promising.” you smiled, and slipped a finger inside. slowly, you slid the digit in and out, easing him into the sensation. it wasn’t until you pushed another finger inside and rubbed against something that made his vision go white that he gasped, half-straining against the ropes that bound him.

“fuck,” he grunted as you began to quicken the pace, coaxing moans from him that echoed throughout the cabin. he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to grind into your hand or into the mattress.

eden thought he was going to go insane. he’d never thought you would ever have him like this, that you would take him this way, that you would want him in this state. he glanced at you and saw the blush that reddened your cheeks as you watched him writhe.

a feeling cracked inside of him. the need to let go, to give in, to fall into the depths of your desire.

“so,” he panted, skin on fire. he swore that he was going to melt. “are you going to fuck me or what?”

you held the back of his thigh with your other hand and pushed yourself down to your knuckles, earning a whine that shut him right up.

“someone’s a little pushy today,” you said, sliding your fingers out of him. the lack of pressure made him shudder, making him bite back a whimper at the emptiness. “if i untie you, will you behave for me?”

eden nodded. it took a moment for you to slip off your clothes, the pale glow of the moonlight exposing your pert breasts and the series of scars that adorned your torso. once you were bare, he felt the rope loosen from his ankles. when you climbed over him to unfasten his wrists, he took your nipple in his mouth, drawing circles around the tender bud with his tongue.

already, he could feel his cock getting slick from your cunt. if he angled his hips right, then he could just—

you pushed him away, his mouth leaving a line of saliva that connected you to him. he felt the sharp pull of your fingers tangled in his hair cut through the haziness of his lust. “i told you to behave,” you warned him. “will you be good for me?”

eden licked his lips. it took him some effort to not grab you by the hips and take you right then and there. “i’ll be good for you.”

the rope around his wrists loosened and he felt your thumbs rub at the indents left on his wrists before you stood up from the bed to take the harness from the nightstand and slip it on.

eden watched you, half dressed in shadow, adjusting the straps so they could rest on your hips. over the years, your body had grown more muscular from working around the cabin—so lithe and strong. the hunter couldn’t keep his eyes off you or the harness wrapped around you. the phallic device was just as advertised: sizable and textured with lines reminiscent of veins.

obediently, he lied back on the mattress and prepared himself for what was to come, his cock stiffening in anticipation. after a moment, he heard you pop the cap off the lube and your fingers slick the strap-on.

“what made you want to do this?” he said as you settled yourself between his thighs.

a look of adoration fell on your face. “so i could see you like this.” gently, you touched his hip with your bandaged hand. “it’ll be easier if you face away from me.”

"no." he took your wrist, the grip tight. memories of being restrained threatened to surface. he thought of the hands, the mouths, the marks they branded onto his skin. "i want to see you," he said, swallowing. "i want to know that it's you."

“watch me, then.” you said once he released you, guiding the strap-on inside him as he held up his thighs. “i want you to see me fill you up.”

you fucked into him, slow and hot, the stretch and burn of the toy earning a groan from him.

"are you alright?" you paused. all of this was so new to the both of you and the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

the hunter clenched his teeth. he needed more. he needed all of you. “shut up and fuck me already,” he growled.

soon enough, you buried yourself to the hilt, the sudden fullness causing him to claw at the sheets.

“some patience would do you good,” you said, rolling your hips to loosen him up even more. between the strokes and the press of the harness against his ass, all eden could do was keen.

“even more of you would be better.”

“god, you’re such a slut,” you laughed, bending over to press your body against his. at the contact, his skin became alight with pleasure. “does that make you feel good?” you asked, gentle.

“y-yeah,” he answered, voice shaky. his head swirled. the hunter had no words for how euphoric he felt having you fuck him all slow and deep, how intoxicating it was to know that you could unravel him like this.

you licked at his lips before taking them between your teeth. eden’s hands raked across your back, low moans pitching out of his throat.

“you sound so nice when you do that,” you said between breaths, his shadow brushing against your skin as you kissed him. “what if i fucked you harder?”

“don’t keep me waiting.” he bit your lip, drawing blood. “you think i can’t take it?”

“i’m going to make you take it,” you purred, hips snapping forward as you quickened your thrusts, your new momentum encouraged by the pleasure you were wringing out of your hunter. underneath you, the bed groaned. his whines were trapped between your mouths.

eden’s breaths came out in short puffs. with each thrust, he felt his own orgasm rising and his gut tightening.

all of this was so good. he felt so full, so relieved within your embrace.

“you trust me, don't you?" your thrusts slowed. his eyes opened to find your skin shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat and your body flush with exertion. in that moment, your face had shifted to something more serious. “you trust me, don’t you? tell me you do.”

your voice was soft, tender. all he could see was the expression you had made all those years ago when you had asked him if you two could start over.

“yes,” he breathed, tangling his fingers in your hair. “i–i trust you.”

after a moment, you pulled back to pour more lube onto your hand before taking his cock and wrapping your fingers around the length of it. the hunter gasped, your name spilling from his mouth as you fucked him.

“i’ll always come back to you,” you murmured, thrusting into him so deep that he began to see stars. “i wouldn’t leave you.”

you shoved two fingers into his mouth. he sucked on them, mindless, tasting honey and tea as the gauze on your palm brushed his face. there was the sweetness of your fingers, the scent of blood on your hand.

with little warning, eden came clenching on the fake cock inside him as his own cock throbbed and pulsed in your grip. he cried out, legs shaking, letting loose a string of profanities as he made a mess all over his stomach and chest.

you eased your thrusts, gently pulling away from him. you took a deep inhale before loosening the straps on the harness and to slip it off and set it aside.

“c’mere.” eden grabbed you by the hip, pulling you closer. “sit on my face.”

you obliged, climbing over him to place his face between your thighs. his breath was warm against your core, his gray eyes hazy as they beheld you.

“it’d be a shame if i had all the fun,” he said before tonguing at your wetness, pulling soft moans from you. the straps had made you particularly sensitive from rubbing against you, so it was all too easy to make your core tighten.

“eden,” you huffed, hips rocking against his face as you held the headboard to steady yourself. “fuck, oh my god, oh my god—”

heat spread throughout your abdomen as your pleasure crested, your legs trembling as he sucked on your clit. although you were coming, eden continued to lap at your tender folds until you could barely handle it.

once your thighs stopped shaking, you pushed yourself off eden and lay down next to him, your bodies a mess of hot, sweaty limbs.

when he caught your eye, you smiled. his eyes were no longer dilated. whatever effects the spores had on him had passed, but his tenderness had remained.

“so,” you said, brushing his hair away from his face. this was your hunter, as strange and beautiful as the forest you had grown to love.

“you like the gift? sirris said i have to come back with a review.”

eden chuckled quietly, pulling you closer to him. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, gentle and soft. he looked at you as if you were precious, as if you were something he wanted to keep.

"being with you is already a gift.”

#eden the hunter #dol eden #dol fic #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fic #eden the hunter fic #oh my god i've been working on this for MONTHS and it's finally done #thank you for your patience 🕸 anon wherever u are #i hope you like this #honestly it was a bit of a challenge to think about how eden would want to submit #and then of course this became some kind of character study #my headcanon is that after a few years of living together eden starts to soften a little #but he never really lets down his guard fully especially at the thought of pc potentially running away again #but what happens here gives him a sense of security in knowing that he can let go even if it's just a little bit #and then pc is just like: i can fix (peg) him #after this sirris asks them how it went and they just give her a thumbs up #🕸 anon #my writing #divider by cafekitsune

20 notes · View notes