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thefairywithboots · 6 days ago

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For Your King (Loki x fem!Reader)

Hello, and I hope you have had a good New Year’s. I am back with a new Loki x reader fic: For Your King.

Summary: You and Loki get up to some filthy shenanigans in your bedchambers after agreeing to let him tie you up.

Warnings: Light bondage, choking, consensual non consent, rough sex, and knife play.

Ratings: EXPLICIT 18+, MINORS PLEASE DNI

This fic is just pure unadulterated filth that I had a LOT of fun writing. ;) I took inspiration from Loki’s dirty whispers quotes and headcanons that I read on tumblr. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Enjoy. ;)

I tag @oswildin @mischieffae @bitchy-bi-trash @merakifreedom @kathren1sky-blog

@bijouxcarys @steadydizzydreamer (if you two don’t wanna be tagged for these in the future, feel free to tell me to shut up, I’m just really excited about this one)

@groovy-lady @trash-panda-kitty @mischief-dream @simone818283 @soulpiercing

@lokisgoodgirl @buttercupcookies-blog @stilleobjection @wolfsmom1 @firedrakegirl

@mischiefmaker615

If you would like to be tagged for future Loki fics, just let me know. 👍

You didn't know why you'd agreed to this. Loki had tied your hands to his bedpost with a green silk scarf; the knot was intricate and tight enough that you couldn't undo it yourself, but not so tight as to cut off your circulation.

He stared down at you in just your underwear, assessing you as if you were a feast laid out for him.

You had become very used to that look, but it never failed to set fire to the pit of your stomach. When you saw it, you knew something was coming.

He showered your neck with kisses, lingering on your pulse point, his breath brushing against your skin. The feel of his lips on your skin drove you mad, his voice like silk to your ears as he promised to treat you very well tonight.

Just the mere sound of Loki's voice was enough to make you wet, let alone his intoxicating, masterful kisses. He seemed to know your body better than you did, and soon you were unable to stop yourself from letting out a moan.

His fingers slipped into the hemline of your knickers to run over your already-soaked folds. His familiar mischievous smile broke across his face, his breath tickling your skin as he chuckled softly.

"Such a good little pet... so wet and ready for your king."

Your hips writhed and squirmed underneath him as he began stroking your clit, putting just the slightest amount of pressure there. Pleasure shot through you like a drug.

His lips ghosted over yours without touching them. You longed to have him kiss you, to inhale his sweet taste and smell that you loved so much. You were starting to regret letting him tie you up, as you longed to pull him closer and wound your hands through his long black hair...

When you brought your face up to attempt to kiss him, he pulled away, a smug expression on his face as he pulled his hand out of your knickers. You whined softly, your hands writhing in your restraints as your clit throbbed, aching to have him inside you.

"Loki..." you moaned as he stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, smirking down at you. "Don't stop... please."

He tilted his head to the side. "I love the sound of your voice when you beg. Do it again."

Frustration coursed through you as you tried to worm your way out of the constraints but to no avail. You started to wonder if he had cast some kind of spell on the scarf to keep it in place.

"Loki, get your ass over to this bed and finish what you started—"

You were cut off by a flash of steel - he had conjured one of his daggers, pressing the cold steel against your throat. A soft gasp escaped you, fear and arousal causing your heart to race.

"That's no way to talk to your king. Perhaps I should teach you some manners."

Loki trailed the steel down to your collarbone, listening as your heartbeat quickened and your breath became heavier. You were completely at his mercy, and he knew how much that aroused you. His green eyes glared down at you, holding the blade against your skin with firm yet careful hands.

"Please..." you whined.

"Please what?" he demanded.

"Please... just fuck me already!" You didn't care how desperate or pathetic you sounded right now. Your walls ached to have him inside you.

He brought the tip of the blade up under your chin to lift your head to meet his eyes. "Perhaps I will... if you apologize."

You huffed indignantly, rolling your eyes. "You are unbelievable."

He took the blade away and replaced it with his hand as he gripped your throat. "Did you just roll your eyes at me, love? At your king?"

He gripped your face, forcing you to look into his eyes, his black hair falling down to frame his face. He leaned forward, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you, only for him to nip at your ear, the gesture asserting the dominance he had over you.

"I'm going to fuck you, princess," he whispered huskily. He brought his dagger back to your throat, causing you to instinctively shrink back into the pillows, though the touch of the cold steel sent a surge of arousal through you rather than fear. "But I'm going to do it so hard, you won't remember your own name by the time I am finished with you."

You closed your eyes, holding back a moan as the feel of steel moving across your skin sent shivers down your spine. He was moving the knife across your breasts now, and you instinctively tensed up at the idea of that thing going anywhere near your nipples. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. You had done this many times before to know that he would never let the blade cut you, but it was clear that your fear aroused him.

The blade went under the strap of your bra, and he swiftly cut through the fabric, causing you to gasp. He did the same thing to the other strap, causing it to fall off of you, and exposing your breasts to him. Loki's eyes glazed over in lust as he drank in the sight of you. He trailed the blade down your torso slowly before coming under your lacy underwear. He could have easily slid the fabric down your legs and off but he was evidently knife-happy, and cut through the thin lace, leaving you naked before him.

"I liked that set-" you began in protest, but he brought the dagger back under your chin, prompting you to quickly shut up.

Your heart raced in your chest as he pressed the blade firmly against your jugular. Now that you were bare to him, there was no way to hide how aroused you were; the way your nipples hardened, and the moisture you could feel building between your thighs.

A smile slowly broke across his handsome face as he took the blade away, undoing the buttons of his trousers and then his shirt. Your heart was racing faster than ever as he easily shrugged out of his garments before crawling back over top of you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight.

You wished more than ever that the stupid scarf that was holding your hands in place above your head would just disappear so that you could hold him close to you and refuse to let him go. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling as he left his mark on you, knowing every nerve to hit to make you moan despite your attempts to suppress them.

His mouth covered yours, kissing you hungrily and possessively, like a beast who had not eaten in days. Your legs were soon brought up around his waist, his hard length resting against your entrance. You gasped, your arms straining against the binds as he pinned you down on the mattress.

"I hope you know that I love you, princess," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Because I am about to fuck you like I don't."

Your breath caught in your throat at such a wanton declaration that almost felt like a threat. And then his hips snapped forward, sheathing himself inside your tight warmth in one swift, fluid motion.

The sudden stretch caused you to cry out; the sharp sting bringing tears to your eyes. Loki's face contorted with pleasure as he took a moment to get used to your tightness before he began to slowly move inside you.

The pain was quickly replaced with the usual intense pleasure that he brought you as he increased the speed of his thrusts, groaning as your walls squeezed around his cock.

A gasp tore from your throat as you buried your face in the inside of your bound arms as he fucked you faster and deeper. "Oh my gods...!"

Loki grunted as his hips snapped roughly towards your cunt. "Moan for me, slut. Let me hear you begging for my cock."

You threw your head back as he brought one hand to grip your throat while the other played with your clit. "F-fuck...! Oh, Loki, I don't know if I can take it..."

The grip on your throat tightened. "You can, and you will." Wet, squelching sounds could be heard throughout the room as he fucked you harder into the mattress, causing the bed frame to bang against the wall.

You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach that let you know you were getting close, and Loki could tell the same as he felt you clench around him. His thrusts became rougher as he loomed over you, his dark hair hanging down like tendrils wrapping around you to pull you deeper into the dark pleasure that you were receiving from letting him use you.

His fingers tightened around your throat. "Look into my eyes, whore," he commanded, his jaw tightening as he thrust harder and deeper, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. "I want to see the look in your eyes and know that I am the only one who can make you come."

You gasped, your hips moving with his as if on their own accord despite the brutal pace. You were already oozing around his dick. "D-don't call me that..."

His eyes flashed dangerously as he hauled you up by your throat, putting more strain on your arms which were still bound over your head. "What did you just say to me, whore? You dare defy your king?" He conjured his dagger again, pressing it against your throat without relenting on his thrusts.

Despite the trust you put in him, you felt tears prick at your eyes as the pain in your arms spread to your shoulders. You let out a small cry of pain, not wanting to show him that you were weak.

Loki's expression softened when he saw the tears shining in your eyes. He let your head fall back onto the pillows, taking the pressure off of your shoulders. "Say 'red' if it gets to be too much, okay?" His voice was gentle, like silk to your ears. Relief flooded through you as you nodded into the side of your arm. "Good girl... now." He brought the dagger up to where your hands were bound, and for a moment, you thought he was going to cut you loose so that you could hold him, but it was only to release you from the bed frame; your hands were still bound together.

He pulled out of you suddenly, only to flip you over onto your stomach. A sharp sting came across your ass as he smacked you there, hard, causing you to cry out.

"On your hands and knees," he commanded. You did as he said, holding your bound hands in front of you as if you were praying. You felt something hard and slick poke you from behind, and before you could register what was happening, he thrust into you once more. You both moaned in unison; this position allowed you to feel him deeper. And gods, did he feel divine.

You didn't even try to hold back your lewd, filthy moans as he pumped his cock into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout your bedchambers. He grunted with each thrust, his hand fisting in your hair as he yanked your head back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, scraping his teeth over your tender flesh.

"Just look at how well my whore takes my cock. How she moans for me like a good little slut."

Your words came out in broken whimpers and whines. "I-I'm a good... little s-slut... for you..."

Loki laughed softly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Yes, you are... you're my slut... no one else's. And my little slut knows what will happen if she lays with anyone besides her king, doesn't she?"

You let out a whine as the heat in your abdomen began building back up as your ass pushed back against him as he slammed into you harder. He gripped your hair tighter, yanking it back, causing pain to shoot through your scalp.

"I said 'doesn't she!?'"

Your pussy clenched hard around his cock as your climax crashed over you like a ruthless avalanche, practically blinding you. Your face contorted with pleasure as you screamed in pure ecstasy. "YES! Yes, oh gods, yessss, I know... I know, my king, I know... and I'd never... there's... only... you..." you sputtered as you rode out your orgasm.

"You're damn right there is," he grunted, not relenting on his thrusts. He was still as hard as ever. It never failed to amaze you the sheer amount of stamina he had.

He continued to fuck you doggy style so hard, the bedsprings creaked underneath his movements. His hands released your hair to take both of your breasts in his hands as he continued with his fast, deep thrusts. He moaned audibly against your neck, grunting as your tight cunt clenched around his cock as you neared yet another climax.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," you whimpered as he delved deeper into you.

Loki's moans and grunts sounded more beautiful than the sweetest melody to your ears. "Ah... As do you, my little slut. So tight, wet, and always ready for your king..."

You could feel the tightening in your lower abdomen again, letting you know that you were close again. "Loki— gods, I'm coming again...!"

His hips thrust forward, causing your body to jerk forward. "Yes... come on your king's cock... let him know how much you love him."

You screamed as your back arched, coming hard around his dick once more. He pumped himself into you a few more times before groaning loudly in his release; exploding so deep inside you, that you were certain you'd be walking around with him inside you for weeks.

Loki gripped your hips as he continued riding out his orgasm, your pussy continuing to clamp down on him in waves, milking his cock inside you. When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of you, his heartbeat hard against your naked back, his cock still nestled deep inside you.

You panted heavily, your head resting against your arms, your wrists still bound in front of you. His face was buried in your hair as he lifted himself slightly to press a kiss to the back of your head.

"You were incredible, darling." His voice was gentle, the menace gone from it as he lifted himself off of you, pulling out of you. You felt empty and wanted him back inside. Where he belonged.

He gently untied your wrists, freeing you from the green scarf, which was now tattered from being cut from the bedpost. He took your hands into his, gently kissing over where the fabric had dug into your skin and left a mark.

You were too spent to register that he had gotten up for a moment until you saw him standing over you with a bowl of warm water. He dipped a rag into it before using it to clean you, rubbing it gently over your soaked vagina.

You were still so sensitive from the relentless fucking he had given you, that just the slightest touch down there caused you to tremble. When you looked up at him, he was staring down at you with a devilish grin on his face, his hair hanging sluttishly down in his face rather than slicked back like it usually was. You still longed to run your fingers through it and kiss him; slower and softer than he had when he devoured you.

When he finally finished cleaning you, he laid down beside you, pulling you against him. You felt boneless and oh-so satisfied. You felt content to just lay your head on his chest and sleep there for days.

"I love you," you whispered against his skin.

"I know you do, princess. And I love you too... I know I said I would fuck you like I didn't... but when you wake, I want to make love to you. Slowly... tenderly... I want to penetrate you not only with my cock, but with my soul."

Just him saying that was enough to make you wet all over again, as if he were making love to you with his voice rather than his body. You wanted him to take you again right then and there, but you were so exhausted and spent, that you could hardly lift your head. His lips brushed against your temple.

"Rest, my darling. You have need of it. And I will keep my promise to you come morning..."

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mdsbabygirl · 29 days ago

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Being in a poly relationship w these two..

An imagine+ Headcanons

Pairing: Otoya Eita x FEM! reader x Karasu Tabito

Genre: fluff+smut

Wc: 2k

Cw: threesome, use of pet names, vulgar language, jealousy, a lot of flirting, double penetration, oral, a bit of exhibitionism if you squint reaaaaly hard.. idk..

NOT PROOFREAD

Otoya is a master of flirtation, always surprising you with his unexpected and playful advances. Whenever you're at a party or in public, he'll casually do ninja moves with his hands, which would end in him holding your hand, or pulling you closer, or simply tickling your side. His flirting is so refined yet silly that it always leaves you giggling while a soft flush paints your cheeks.

In contrast, Karasu is more straightforward, often acting like a know-it-all. He has a habit of explaining complex topics to you, sometimes even mansplaining shit even when you don't wanna hear it. Despite his condescending nature, you can tell that Karasu deeply cares for you. He still insists that everyone is a moron and an idiot, but he makes sure to reassure you that he doesn't think you're clueless.

Together, the three of you make for a dynamic couple. The two men always make you feel both adored and secure in the relationship. When Karasu is at his exasperating best, Otoya is there to lighten the mood with his flirting, and vice versa.

You really feel privileged to be in the company of these two remarkable men, each bringing their unique strengths to the table.

Now that we've got that settled, let's see what kind of boyfriends they'd be like?

I think Otoya would be that kind of overly flirtatious bf, the kind to make you flustered at any moment, just to see how cute you look with your face all flushed. Also I reckon he'd like seeing you get jealous over him. He'd think it's such a turn on seeing your lovely face with a slight scowl on it, or a cute pout whenever you see him get a little too chatty with some girls.. I mean Otoya's got the charms ok, so it's inevitable he gets bitches. So whenever girls come around him just to "chat" he would talk to them, flashing his hot smirk and flatter them w compliments, like any womanizer would do.. HOWEVER, when he sees you get too mad he smugly looks at the bitches he was taking to and goes like "sorry ladies, I'm taken! My pretty gf is literally shooting daggers at me with her eyes, can't make the love of my life mad now can't I?!" And mind you, he says this with the hottest, most heart throbbing, pussy clenching, hot asf tone before looking at you and winking.

Eita loves you, he really does, you're the only woman he ever thinks about, the only person he has in his heart, and if you'd ever asked him to give you his heart he'd literally give it to you, but still he can't deny himself the satisfaction from seeing you get so mad.. it gives him such an ego boost.

As for Karasu, I don't think he'd be much on making you get jealous. I think he'd be kinda cold in the relationship, maybe not too much of a talkative unlike Eita. This doesn't mean he can't make you a flustering mess with just one gesture. I think he's the type to just randomly wrap an arm around you and pull you closer. This time, like Otoya, Karasu enjoys having you in his proximity, feeling your body's warmth on his makes him feel good, and happy to have you as his gf. (Maybe that's why he's always touching you whenever he's pounding you, but we'll get to that later lol) when you'd look up at him to ask him why he did that all of the sudden, he'd smirk, looking down at you telling you "you're mine sweetie, I can have you around as much as I want!" He'd say that with his charming voice, making you melt inside, blushing like an idiot schoolgirl. Of course he'd chuckle, pointing out how much of a flushing mess you are, which once again makes you even more flustered.

Now.. remember when I told you Otoya would get you jealous on purpose? Yeah, imagine he's doing that during a party, and of course you're pissed. Like you were supposed to enjoy your time together, but he decided it was a good time to bitch around(lol). So now you're like third.. no maybe fourth or even fifth wheeling, while some girls are flirting w your Otoya, so now you're sipping on your drink all alone.. Then, smug bitchy Karasu comes up to you from behind, and whispers something in your ear. He was shitting on Otoya's Rizz, which made you giggle. When he turned to see what you were chuckling at, Karasu was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, tilting your chin up, "he's such a moron! I don't know how he could let such a gorgeous girl like you go!" He affirmed, looking pettily at Eita before pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "You're my only one!" He confessed to you, but mostly it was to piss off Otoya.

Oh yes, these two are highly competitive when it comes to you. Every situation is a good opportunity for them to show how much of a good bf they can be and how they can be better than the other. It has always been like this, ever since the first moment they laid eyes on you. The first time they saw you, you were so gorgeous (you still are btw ❤️), looking ever so confident, your pretty hair swayed gracefully as you walked, and your angelic face really did a number on them. They bantered endlessly, arguing who would be the most suitable bf for you, until they both said fuck It, and they confessed to you at the same time.. you were so fluttered, your cheeks tinting a pink color, as you told them you liked them both and wanted to date them at the same time. They were a bit surprised at first but then they were fine with it, it could be interesting.. and sexy.

Back to our little scenario, otoya seeing the scene before him, just left the girls and walked up to you, and with a smirk said "my my ... What's happening here?" As he too wrapped an arm around your frame. He looked intensely in Karasu's eyes, another one of their stupid male contest shit. You knew that you had to intervene otherwise this would've led to them bantering. "Ok, what if we just stop with this childishness?!" You asked, putting yourself between the two men, "what childishness princess? I don't see anything childish in showing my love for you" said Eita, who hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, still looking smugly at Karasu. "Ha, weren't you flirting w some other girls just a few seconds ago?!" Chuckled Tabito.

Oh fuck.. not only were you now sandwiched between your two overly egoistic and competitive bfs, but they were also in the middle of their stupid bickering. "That is none of your business, plus, my sweet y/n knows I didn't mean any of that!" He said in a more deeper voice, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, before plastering a wet kiss on your very hot skin. "She knows I only have eyes for her, right y/n?" He asked, his sultry voice succefully seducing you, making you feel tingles of excitement. Your breath started to become slightly heavier, as you now felt Karasu's presence even closer than before, his face now low enough to face you, "well you're not the only one who has eyes for her dumbass" he spoke to his friend, his hand caressing your cheek as his body pressed flush on yours, his hardening bulge pressing on your lower abdomen... Oh shit, things are starting to heat up pretty quickly..

Otoya seeing this, pressed his hard-on on your butt too... Your face was now a deep shade of red, your mind too fogged by a forming lust to even find words. The men seeing your state, smirked, deciding it was best to continue this at home..

The night of passion begins with Otoya tenderly kissing your neck and shoulders, his fingers trailing down your body. Meanwhile, Karasu, is making out with you, his plush lips dancing in unison with yours as his tongues explores your mouth. His hands are on your breasts, massaging the soft mounds and teasing your hardened nipples.

Your arousal builds as the two men take turns worshiping your body. Their mouths and hands work in perfect unison, leaving you begging for them.

Now there's a few possibilities to what comes next, it's either they take turns eating you out, or it's just one of them who does that while the other gets a handjob..

When they're needy for your pussy, they'd take turns devouring your cute cunt. When Otoya's eating you out, his style can be best described as fluid, creative, and fun. He likes to tease, starting by licking around the outer lips of your vagina, tasting your sweet nectar. As he works his way in, his tongue undulates around your clit, occasionally sucking gently on it.

He varies his approach, sometimes using the flat of his tongue to tease the length of your slit or flicking it across your sensitive clit with a playful lightness. Eita's skilled at using his fingers, too, often rubbing your G-spot as he laps at your folds.

Karasu's oral sex style is a bit rougher, more determined. He wastes no time in getting to the heart of the matter. Once he positions himself between your legs, he applies pressure with his tongue, pressing firmly against your clit. The sensation is intense, and it always leaves you gasping for breath. Unlike otoya, Tabito is not one for teasing. He knows the spots to hit and focuses his efforts there. This direct approach, combined with his strong tongue, makes your body go soft like putty.

That's why, Otoya's behind you, holding you tightly as he kisses you intensely and whispers endless praises in your ear. These two men might be competitive sometimes, but just like in soccer those two make a great team, especially if it's for the purpose of pleasing you.

As for the second possiblity it depends, when one of them is devouring your puffy cunny, and the other is way too horny, I think they just take your hand and wrap it around their painfully hard cock, making you move your hand until you get what they want, so u start pumping their shaft, which elicits a moan from them ..

Now for penetration... It's inevitable the two of them would wanna fill your holes at the same time.. so each of them picks a hole to fuck for the night.. Easy🫠..

As they finally sink into you, you're enveloped by the warmth of their bodies and the euphoria of being desired by such exceptional men.

Otoya, known for his fluidity, starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, he fills you completely, drawing you in with each inward motion. And Karasu enters you with precision, his cock gliding inside, stretching you and filling you with his girth.

Your moans meld with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. The two men in perfect sync, their rhythms intertwining. The feeling of fullness is both overwhelming and exhilarating, making you cum so quickly, therefore making you clench so hard around them. The constant fluttering of your holes from the continuous stimulation drives the two men over the edge, spilling their seed deep inside your abused holes; or making them pull out and cumming on different part of your bodies, sometimes your face, your stomach, mouth.. it depends from their mood.

As the intensity of your lovemaking subsides, you find solace in the warmth of your two loving boyfriends. They tenderly cradle you, basking in the afterglow, and gently stroke your hair. The air is thick with the heady scent of sex and shared intimacy.

In this post-coital repose, you all revel in the vulnerability that comes with exposure. Y'all share whispers of love, appreciation, and tenderness. Eita, known for his charm and wit, might quip a joke, eliciting a soft giggle from you.

Karasu, ever the logical one, takes the opportunity to check in with you. He inquires about any needs or concerns, showing his thoughtful side.

In the end your trio, entwined, revels in the sweet calm that follows the storm of passion.

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lvndosnorris · 8 months ago

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heyyy i love ur writing ! could you please do riding lando in your fav of his cars headcanons ??

🫶🏻🫶🏻

i love this concept so much — thank you for requesting my lover 🫂

lando's grip on your thigh didn't falter once

not even when you changed his music that was humming through the radio, or when you'd told him that you and oscar were only messing around

jaw tense he ignored your fingers tracing over the back of his hand, watching him through the corner of your eye as he failed to make the right turns back to your house

just simply driving — silently, heart thrumming in his chest as he clicked his tongue against his teeth

"you should make it up to me, shouldn't you?"

his question baring not much sense as the engine finally cut, the leather becoming sticky beneath the backs of your thighs as he pulled his hand back

and before you knew it you were on his lap, the driver's sear retreated back as he gazed at you

eyebrow arched, an unamused frown toying on his lips as he almost waited for you to take initiative and do something that proved your antics earlier that night were nothing but a joke

"i was just messing baby, it wasn't nothing serious, you know that right?"

your lips trailing over his jaw, nipping at the spot just beneath his ear as your boyfriend stirred beneath you

it didn't take much time before you were yanking your shirt off, lifting upwards slightly to help undo his trousers

the clinking of his belt the only sound apart from the shared heavy panting

lando didn't need to say much more — simply trailing his forefinger down the valley between your breasts, gazing at you with a blank stare as you pouted playfully

trailed down beneath your thighs his hands would cup you, handling you in a position that had your bare chest against his and your foreheads touching

intimate through his movements and the lack of space

despite being in public, simply pulled over on the side of the road in a quietened area, he had no qualms about getting what he wanted

what he deserved

a fist wrapped at the base of his cock as he ran it over your heat, hot air fanning over his face as you practically purred at the feeling

usually he'd warm you up a little more — stretch you with his fingers, make sure he got a taste before filling you

but this time was different

it was rushed

needier as he slipped just the tip in

"maybe this is all you're getting, all you're worth. do you think you deserve more angel?"

even though he asked you he knew that you're answer was pointless to him

using your hips as leverage to drag you up and down his length, vision not once leaving your face

one hand pressed against the glass of the window he swallowed back a moan, suppressing the urge to drop the annoyed jealous boyfriend act to call you his pretty little thing

giving into his temptations at long last as he bucked up to meet the slow movements halfway, wincing as his cock kissed your cervix delightfully

there was a slight sting, one that flashed over your features as you whined his name

drawling it out as you knew it would cause a frenzy to erupt in lando's mind

and it did

the sound of leather squeaking as he picked up the pace he was fucking up into you at, your back arched as your head fell back in waves of pleasure

"lando— someone will see—"

pathetic attempts at trying to gain some composure overtaken by your cunt squeezing him, almost sucking him into you, desperate to have him deeper as you felt the cool of the steering wheel tickle your back

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writers-reach · 10 months ago

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Hey! Can I have headcanons of persona protagonists [ Yu,Minato,Ren] kissing SO for the first time? Thank you!

persona 3/4/5: first kiss headcanons (minato arisato, yu narukami, ren amamiya)

notes: no spoilers, gn!reader, fluff, ren amamiya for persona 5 protagonist

minato arisato

a bit nervous, but shows it by being a bit more quiet and shy than usual.

hides his gaze under his lil emo bangs as he asks to kiss you!

probably in his room after hanging out all day at the strip mall

"hey, um, do you want to, like... kiss? maybe?"

you're ecstatic and your heart quickens at his cute look and shy demeanour. he was just adorable!

you agree, and he leans in with his hands on his knees. he's about to press his lips to yours when he brushes his bangs from his eyes (just so they don't get in the way)

his lips are decently soft, if not a bit chapped (in his defense, it's been a cold autumn so far). he's a bit tentative when kissing but overall he's just a bit nervous about your boundaries!

gives you the cutest look when pulling back.

"...you're cute."

NO HE'S CUTE

yu narukami

probably asks you to kiss him first while on a walk on the hill overlooking inaba!

he stops walking, his hand in yours, and turns to look at you. he grabs your other hand and smiles as his eyes meet yours

"it's been a great day so far. thanks for going out with me." he flashes you one of those charming grins - god, they melt your heart!

"of course," you reply, "i love spending any time with you."

"yeah." yu replies, seeming a bit... out of it. like something else is on his mind.

"what's up?" you tilt your head and yu can't help but find it super cute!

"it's just-- i... okay, listen, you're super cute and i'm so lucky to be your boyfriend, may i kiss you?"

wow. that came out... all at once. after recovering from his quick word vomit, you nod with a blush on your cheeks. with that affirmation, yu moves in slowly.

he lifts one hand to cup the bottom of your chin and leans in. his eyes shut gently and he presses his lips to yours.

he's firm yet gentle, definitely sweet. he's probably kissed people before, but none of that matters when he pulls back and looks into your eyes with the most adoring gaze you've ever seen

ren amamiya

he's been acting strange all week. walking you to and from places, stammering and trailing off his words... hell, he's even been acting fidgety in the metaverse when he usually dons the persona (heh) of the confident joker, leader of the phantom thieves!

eventually, it gets to be so much that you confront him after an excursion to mementos.

as you two are walking back from the subway, you pull him aside.

"hey... is something up? you've been acting weird all week, and i'm getting worried. you know you can tell me anything, right?" you ask.

ren glances aside, not really feeling like being honest. instead, he only mutters, "can we go to my room?" in response.

it makes you start a bit, but you understand the sentiment. he wants to talk alone.

so, you two go to the attic above leblanc and sit down on the edge of his bed. he, once again, starts to fidget.

"what's on your mind, ren?" you ask.

"i just... uh..." ren's lip trembles slightly as he tries to explain. he eventually gives in with a sigh. "we've never, like, kissed, have we?"

you pause. "no...? no, we haven't."

it's a moment before ren responds, smiling. he pushes up his glasses.

"i think we should." wow, okay. smooth ren is back. but he's still a bit of a dork, especially with those glasses.

"like, right now?" "right now. if you want to, that is." "duh i want to, idiot!" you scoot closer to him and smile softly at him, waiting for him to make the first move. he suggested it, after all.

ren moves closer and soon closes the distance with a kiss. his hair tickles your forehead. you kiss back as one of your hands finds its way to hold his, your fingers intertwining.

when he pulls away, he's still smiling, but he isn't trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"...you're free all evening, right? wanna do that some more?"

a/n: i tried my best! my writing chops for the protags are a bit rusty, but i hope you enjoyed! i tried my best to not fall into tropey pitfalls with these guys (aka trying not to write yu as a chad or w/e)

#persona x reader #x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona 4 x reader #persona 5 x reader #minato arisato x reader #makoto yuki x reader #persona 3 protagonist x reader #yu narukami x reader #souji seta x reader #persona 4 protagonist x reader #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader #persona 5 protagonist x reader

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literallyalbertcamus · 11 months ago

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okay literally god bless you for writing about angus tully 🧎‍♀️

angus and reader have a “study date” but its just an excuse for mr tully to admire and try and make out with reader :3

(if you’re comfortable writing ofc 🫶)

Can’t Take My Eyes off You – Angus Tully.

(This is the first request for a headcanon i writte since i was twelve, a little short but i did my best. There where 910 words in spanish)

Going to the library that day had been his idea, you were stressed about a chemistry exam, twenty-five percent of your semester grade, which wouldn't have been much if it weren't for your normally deplorable grades in the subject. That's why Angus, being the attentive boyfriend that he is, proposed to help you study. So now there you were, probably the only two people besides the librarian in the building, at one of the back tables hidden behind shelves full of books, side by side with your books and notebooks open on the table.

You two had been in that situation for at least an hour, when you had finally begun to understand the subject matter so he leaned back in the seat with his arms crossed behind his head watching you write flash cards so as not to forget what you had struggled so hard to understand and what Angus had so patiently explained to you. Your hair was tied back but a lock of it fell over your forehead, you were wearing Angus' favorite mini skirt, a burgundy color that contrasted beautifully with your legs in his opinion, you were also wearing a new perfume your mother had given you that smelled exquisite, the last two buttons of your black blouse were undone and a third was threatening to come undone as you bent over to write on the flash cards. Practically a pleasure to look at in your opinion.

Sometimes it was hard for him to believe that you had agreed to be his girlfriend, and watching the sunlight fall on your face softly there in the library was one of those times.

“Do you have much left to write?” He asked you leaning over your shoulder.

“No, just three more cards” you muttered.

He stood in that position watching you write, your handwriting was curved and hurried, not very neat compared to his but he liked that, how authentic you were compared to his world and everything around him.

“Stop looking at me, i need to finish this”

At that he just smiled and moved closer to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I like your perfume” he murmured into your neck and wrapped his arms around your torso, sometimes he liked to do that when you were together, just hug you and hide his face in your neck “ ‘s really nice... smells like candy”

Your fruity perfume represented exactly your scent in his personal opinion, completely sweet. The truth is that Angus absolutely adored everything about you, from your perfume to the way your hands fit his, or how good your lips felt against his, you were basically God in his eyes and could do no wrong.

“Enough! I need to finish this” you let out a giggle trying to get a little away from him to continue writing “come on, Angus I'm serious!”

“Nop, you’re just so sweet i want to eat you”

He began to spread little pecks down your neck, at first soft and not so close together, at first they caused you nothing but tickles and a slight blush because it was harmless, just his arms around you and his slender long fingers firm on your waist, so you managed to finish one of the cards, then when you leaned over to take another of the pink sheets of paper, Angus took the opportunity to move a little closer, and when you sat down the side of your back was on his chest now leaning towards your body.

“You're such a tease” you mumbled looking sideways at him, his smile bigger after your comment.

“Not my fault i have a total babe in my arms”

That made you stop writing and slowly turn around, his cheeks red as he tried not to start laughing.

“Oh my god! Stop it!”

“Only if you kiss me, doll”

Now the one who was red was you, trying to refocus on the sheet in front of you. Calling you nicknames like "doll" or "baby" had started after one afternoon at the pub where you two overheard a group of Barton boys talking about what girls liked, or at least what girls liked according to them, a group of teenage boys who had never interacted with a girl their age and who's only knowledge of the female body came from the hands of playboy.

You thought it was over when you were halfway through the important information, when you felt Angus' lips on your neck again, this time leaving wet kisses for every corner he had access to, you still weren't going to let him get away with it because that test was really important and you needed to learn that information at least until you finished it. That worked for a while until you were done with that card.

“Oh!”

That vicious bastard bitted you.

“Come on, you've learned all that already! Let me take care of you” he whimpered against your neck, his hands roaming your waist and what he could reach of your legs “You're so smart, there's no way you're going to fail that stupid test!”

“Well... maybe, maybe i can have a little break” you bargained, letting yourself be tempted by the kisses that trailed up from your collarbone to your cheek and down again “But! If you leave a hickey its over” you threatened him seriously as you turned around to drape your leg over his and sit nicely in his lap.

“Yes ma’am”

“Now stop teasing and kiss me right, pretty boy”

#the holdovers #angus tully x reader #dominic sessa #angus tully #lit im camus and now i take requests

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666anxiety666 · 4 months ago

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sup dude, saw your post and i saw you‘re also in the roblox pressure fandom

how abouuuuuut you maybe write a (platonic!!!!) tickle fic between Sebastian and reader?

y‘know the flash bang gun? or maybe when you keep going back and forth through his shop, he gets mad? yeah, maybe write about the reader just annoying him too much

or headcanons about Sebastian

up to ya!

YES! I JUST ADDED THAT TO MY LIST! 💙 I'll also probably do headcanons at some point! 🙏

Don't. Do that. Again.

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/n LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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You jumped into the locker quickly, just seconds before angler pasted you. You sigh shakily, quickly jump out of the locker. Already feeling the panic of being inside for too long, starting to set in.

You stumbled along the rest of the room, opening the door to room 50. You didn't even bother to check the drawers as you walked. Determined as ever to get this nightmare of a trip over and done with.

Suddenly, a vent bursts open. You jumped back, ready to defend yourself if needed.

"Psst! In here!"

A voice is heard coming from inside. You sighed. You know the drill by now. You crawl inside, only to be met by the one and only Sebastian.

"Ah! The one who can't seem to keep their coffin shut, huh?"

Sebastian said in an almost mocking tone. You roll your eyes. Already looking around the shop for supplies. You had barely picked up anything from the last 50 rooms. Only having a code breacher and a shitty and crank flashlight on your person.

"Jeez Y/n, you look rough."

Sebastian said mockingly. But he was right. You looked down at the contents on Sebastian's tail, instantly grabbing the medkit.

"I didn't think you'd be this bad still. I mean, you've died what? 40 times now?"

Sebastian commented with a grin. You looked up at him. Rolling your eyes once again as you feel the medkit started to take effect. You were already getting sick of him. It would take a while for you to be somewhat okay to head back out there. That means being stuck in here with *him* while you waited. great.

You sat down on a box, kicking your legs absentmindedly as you looked at the floor. Sebastian didn't say anything else, much to your relief. He just sighed, going through files and data.

You sighed as well, already bored as hell. You look around the shop. Glancing at the raido, the batteries on the table. But then, you spot a flash beacon on a shelf. Despite doing this over and over, you never really picked up one of these on any runs.

You fiddled around with it. Examining it from top to bottom. It still had batteries in it. You sighed again. just as you thought. It was useless. You were about to place it back on the shelve. When you dropped it. The flash beacon fell to the floor, landing in its side facing Sebastian, and it went off.

The room lit up. Sebastian's eyes widened before he quickly covered them, dropping the files he was looking at. You felt your heart drop right to your stomach.

Sebastian uncovered his eyes. Growling as he reached out and grabbed you. His massive hand wrapped right around you, trapping your arms at your sides. Your breathing started getting heavier as Sebastian leaned in closer with a growl.

"Don't. Do that. Again."

Sebastian snarled. You squeezed your eyes shut. Expecting to be thrown to the floor or even killed. It was an accident. You didn't mean for the beacon to go off! You waited, and waited, but nothing came. You slowly but hesitantly opened your eyes. You were still trapped in Sebastian's grip. But now Sebastian was chuckling.

"Jeez, you should have seen your face!"

He cackled. You blinked a few times. Still a little shaken up. Sebastian looked back down at you, still keeping you in his grasp.

"Oh, come on, buddy. *Lighten* up a little...~"

Sebastian teased. That was definitely meant to be a pun. Sebastian squeezed you lightly as he spoke. However, one of his claws dug into your side as he did so.

You jumped slightly. Your breath hitching as you let out a small noise, almost like a squeak. Trying to hold back any laughter that bubbled in your throat.

Sebastian paused for a moment. He blinked, a little worry seeping in, thinking that he had hurt You. But when he saw the look on your face. He grinned. Oh no...

"Oh... I see now..."

Sebastian chuckled, showing off his sharp teeth. He didn't even give you time to react or process before he reached out with his other clawed hand. Instantly digging into your side.

You sqeaked. Wriggling in his grasp as you giggled. Sebastian grinned his clawed hand, squeezing and raking up and down your side.

"What? Do you think I can let you go after flashing that thing at me like that? Not a chance, buddy~"

Sebastian grinned. You could already feel the heat rising to your cheeks. But you could deal with this. It's not like it could get any worse-

Sebastian moved his clawed hand to your tummy, raking his claws along it. You squealed louder, now kicking your legs desperately. It got so much worse!

"Jeez, you're so squirmy..."

Sebastian chuckled. He reached his third hand out. Squeezing just above your knee. Your squeals and giggles only got more high-pitched as it felt like little tickly electric shocks ran through your body.

"So squeaky too... what an odd place to be ticklish..."

Sebastian commented slyly. Keeping at the squeezing on your knee, the hand on your tummy now poking your belly button. Your face was bright red by this point. You didn't know if it was the tickles or the teasing that caused it. But right now, you didn't care as you squirmed and kicked. Your high-pitched giggles filling the shop.

His clawed hand moved down from your tummy to where your sides and hips met. Your eyes widened as he dug his clawed hand right in there. You squealed louder. Kicking your legs harder. You could feel the ends of your ears turning pink.

"What's wrong, squeaky? Does it tickle?~"

Sebastian teased grumbly. His voice getting lower at the end of his sentence. Your face burned red as you tried to squirm and kick. But he still had his hand on your damn knee, squeezing it everytime you kicked. You shook your head, the only thing you could really move. Sebastian smirked.

"No? Hm... well then..."

Sebastian pretended to think for a moment. His eyes lighting up with an idea. You didn't even have time to ask questions or speak before he leaned down, blowing a massive raspberry right on your tummy.

Your eyes widened as you burst into a fit of belly laughter. You struggled, trying to pull your arms out of his grasp to push his head away, but it was no use. Sebastian grinned against your tummy, blowing another raspberry.

It felt like it went on forever. You kicking and squealing. Your laughter filling the shop, Sebastian teasing you to know end. However, you started getting restless, and Sebastian decided he'd give *some* mercy and finally stopped. Leaving you panting and still giggling in his grasp. Sebastian chuckled down at you.

"There, there... that should teach you not to touch things you dont know..."

Sebastian smirked. Yet he didn't put you down, yet freed your arms. You looked up at Sebastian as you caught your breath, still giggling slightly as you half-heartedly glared at him. Sebastian chuckled. A little more fondly, patting your head.

"Your good, right?"

Sebastian asked. He tried to hide the concern in his voice but failed miserablely. You smiled slightly, nodding your head. Sebastian smiled a little too, averting his gaze from yours.

"Good..."

He paused.

"You'll still need to heal up though. You can stay in here and rest while you wait, or whatever..."

Sebastian mumbled. Moving you onto the floor, wrapping his massive tail around you gently. You blinked. He didn't meet your gaze. He looked almost embarrassed at his own actions.

"Just shut up and sleep or something..."

Sebastian grumbled. Picking up more files to distract himself. You smiled slightly, resting you back against his tail. You yawn, only now realising how tired you actually are. You looked up at Sebastian one more time as you got comfortable. Maybe Sebastian wasn't as bad as you thought. You looked up at him one final time before closing your eyes.

"Thanks, Sebastian..."

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DONE! I loved writing this! Definitely got me back into things! Also, it feels a little refreshing to take a break from writing about the mandela catalogue as much as I love it. 😅

#tickle fic #lee!reader #ler!sebastian #pressure tickles #pressure tickle #t-words #sebastian solace #pressure

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parkerluvsu · 5 months ago

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mmm could you give me some dirtbag tennis coach! patrick x barely legal! reader. she’s just freshly 18 as of a few weeks ago and she’s been waitinggg to get her hands on an older man. who is he to deny her that?

dirtbag coach! patrick zweig x barely legal fem! reader (headcanons)

- patrick first comes into your life to coach your younger sibling during summer break, you observe him from the kitchen window, sipping on a glass of lemonade and watching him stretch and swing the racket <3

- your parents actually catch you staring at him, but they assume it's because you want to learn tennis too, so they ask patrick to teach you as well <3

- as your coach, patrick is very strict, he always corrects your form, standing closely behind you as he guides your form with his big warm hands... and you definitely notice the bulge pressing against your lower back <3

- patrick isn't stupid, he has enough experience to know that you like him, i mean a dumbass could tell that when you come out and watch him coach your sibling, sucking on a lollipop and making eyes at him <3

- it annoys you that patrick won't do anything about the mutual understanding youve reached, he won't even talk to you outside of your lessons :( but, of course patrick is no beginner when it comes to lust, so, against the judgement he might make with his dick (which he desperately wants to ram inside you), he uses his brain, thinking things can only get hotter if he keeps resisting your advances <3

- patrick (surprisingly) does have morals and does feel bad that he's so much older than you, he knows it's wrong but after he leaves your lessons he sits in his car and fists his cock furiously to the thought of being your first real man <3

- it hurts him to grit his teeth and pretend that all is well when you flash your lacy panties at him from under your skirt, or roll your hips back into his when he's behind you correcting your form <3

- but, as we know, patrick isn't perfect, and of course he snaps, telling your parents he's taking you to his car to show you a new racket he picked out (a dumb lie, but they believe it), you immediately find yourself pinned down in the backseat, his hairy, meaty thigh between your legs and the scruff on his face tickling your cheeks <3

- he's surprised to find out you're a virgin, despite acting so sensually towards him, but the minute he sees blood at the base of his dick he can't help but pound you so hard into the backseat that the car rocks, he knows you're a keeper when you slip him your underwear to hang on to as you prance back to your house <3

#parkerluvsu #challengers x reader #challengers 2024 #challengers #patrick zweig #challengers smut #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut

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heartstringsbloom · 4 months ago

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Lightning and Flo headcanons because I think they’d have a really sweet friendship <33

• Lightning gets a job at the V8 cafe after some time in RS

• he noticed how Flo was usually the one managing the cafe and rarely saw other staff

• of course he can tell how capable she is (she’s not just holding the place together, she’s making it thrive) but it doesn’t stop him from applying as a waiter

• he sheepishly tells her that he’d like to help out, despite the lack of a help wanted sign

• she’s caught off guard but is all smiles just as quickly, heart melting at his gentle stuttering and flushed cheeks at simply asking if he could help out

• she tells him he doesn’t need to but humors him, putting him on part time for late mornings to late afternoon when it’s busiest

• Flo doesn’t realize the difference it makes until she actually has the extra set of hands to take orders, run food back and forth, wipe down tables when she’s busy loading dishes into the washer or refilling coffee

• it’s also nice to have someone to talk to after the rush calms down and the cafe is mostly empty, Doc and Sheriff in a corner booth playing cards while Sally goes through the motel’s monthly expenses from where she’s half asleep on Doc’s shoulder (the only one he’d ever let in that position)

• Lightning sits at the counter during this time, sipping a strawberry milkshake despite the late hour, while Flo bags up a breakfast sandwich for Ramone (who can’t go a night without one)

• she and McQueen chat about potential new menu items and how the jukebox hasn’t worked in years, but if they could get it fixed it would just add to the lovely 50s atmosphere. He offers to get someone on that and Flo rolls her eyes, shushing him about throwing anymore money at the town after all he’s already done

• the boy, sweet as pumpkin pie, pouts as if he’ll throw a fit only to sigh dramatically and go back to his drink, mumbling about how he’d do anything for them, for her, and Flo just wants to hug him forever, knowing they’ll have the same conversation again tomorrow night

• as she closes up he hovers behind her, hands in the pockets of his too big red hoodie as he chews his lip, eyes clinging to his feet, and she asks if he wants to come with her to Ramone’s

• he perks up in such a flash Flo gets whiplash

• they walk in comfortable silence, McQueen singing something under his breath and soaking up the midnight lights with eyes so smitten and Flo thinks he looks even younger than he is

• as Ramone works on a commission Flo walks Lightning around the shop, pointing out different things her husband has done over the years and the kid blurts out how pretty she is

• Flo is *really* thrown off but laughs soon enough, absolutely tickled by this awkward little cutie who seems so different off the track

• she jokes that she’s already married and he practically falls apart, an absolute rush of apologies and denial and he just had to say it because she *is* and sometimes he just says things on his mind and—

• Flo pinches his cheek and reassures that she’s kidding, she knows he didn’t mean it that way, and he smiles and she only now notices that his tongue peeks through his teeth when he does

• they sit and chat some more after that. Flo learns that Lightning hasn’t watched many movies growing up and he wants to see every Disney Princess film ever made after watching The Little Mermaid for the first time at Doc’s. She tells him that Cinderella is one of her favorites and they make plans to have a movie night soon

• when he says goodnight and heads back to Doc’s, Ramone wraps his arms around her from behind with a kiss already in her shoulder. They watch him go, a spring in McQueen’s step, and she tells her husband that the kid is sunshine in a basket

• he gets brighter every day

#cars #humanized cars #lightning mcqueen #Flo #cars headcanons #fluff #sweet #these characters are so sweet

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imaginesandbandfiction · 26 days ago

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Triad Part 10 — Putting in the Work

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge.

Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat), long distance sex, unprotected sex (they’re faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes

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It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each other’s magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? That’s Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other.

Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. It’s the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in.

Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. It’s subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love.

The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate.

Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when they’re in Rhys’s office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mate’s heartbeat against his hand as proof that he’s still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield.

And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, well…

“Cassian,” Az’s low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out.

His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Az’s chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Cas’s face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps.

“You ruined my favorite sweater,” Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist.

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it,” Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Cas’s chest. “I missed you, and it just smelled so good…” Cas buries his face in Az’s hair, breathing that scent in.

“We’re supposed to be packing, you know,” Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. He’s in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be.

Cas trails his lips up until they’re hovering above Az’s ear.

“I know, I know. I’m worried about Y/N, too.” Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. “I’ll finish packing—why don’t you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?” He ducks down to suck on Az’s earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth.

“You sure?”

“Yeah—go spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.”

While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by baby’s breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles.

When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond.

Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Cas’s lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Aw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?” he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “They’re red and blue to remind me of you while you’re gone.”

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On the first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassian’s grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin they’re staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure.

Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He can’t linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and… underwear. He can’t find any underwear. Just as he’s about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings.

Frustration gives way to amusement as Az’s lips curl up into a smirk. He’s a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Cas’s lips before he leaves for the day.

—

It’s late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red goblin-made wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az don’t feel them through the bond.

He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Cas’s skin.

Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Cas’s chair.

Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Az’s free hand, pulling him closer.

“Rough day?” he asks, burying his face in Az’s chest.

“You could say that,” Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle.

Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, they’ll get there eventually. For now, he’s content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Cas’s broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Cas’s shoulder. The General’s hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Az’s vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Az’s lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him.

The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Az’s wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Az’s lower back.

Cassian doesn’t attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Az’s shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Az’s trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching lace—Cas’s favorites.

“Did you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?” Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Cas’s touch, and it melts the General’s heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times they’ve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in.

Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Cas’s shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Az’s pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too.

Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad.

You’re back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. That’s why you aren’t with your mates—Rhys couldn’t justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission.

You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassian’s eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit.

Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water.

Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Cas’s hair.

“Aw, baby,” Cas coos, clutching Az closer. “Feeling shy?”

“No,” Az grumbles. “‘M just tired.” It’s true; Cas can feel Az’s weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body.

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?”

Cas bumps his nose against Az’s, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mate’s disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Az’s pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair.

He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Az’s cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Az’s tip rests trapped against his lower stomach.

Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of your pussy.

Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az.

“C’mere, baby,” Cas murmurs, “sit on my lap again.” Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Cas’s bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsinger’s thighs. He grabs Az’s waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. “That’s it, good boy, already so wet for me, aren’t you?”

Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers.

Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Az’s clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Az’s rim, slowly coaxing him open.

By this point Az is oozing precum, so it’s easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Cas’s lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion.

What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think he’s ready for me?

Yes, you say, your mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, he’s ready.

Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine.

Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you can’t stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you.

He knows what he’s doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open.

Why don’t you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material.

You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips.

Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his.

Cas’s magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Az’s hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsinger’s flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Az’s abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking, silk-covered bulge.

“Fuck, you’re both so wet for me, aren’t you?” He moans, squeezing Az’s length. Az bucks up, grinding against Cas’s touch in sloppy, desperate circles.

“Please, Cas, I need to—“ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Cas’s dickpressing against his prostate and Cas’s hand pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skin…

Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right way…

Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, “Cum for me,” offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life.

He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.

The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs and it’s the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard.

He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts.

Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Cas’s thrusts slow to a stop.

It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way.

Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than they’d been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken.

You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them.

Smirking against Az’s shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond.

I’ll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.

—

Slowly, you feel your magic boiling hotter, even when you aren’t all physically together. Between work and the constant back and forth of scouting missions, of political visits, late nights spent pacing by the fire just waiting for that burning to stop, for them to get home safe…

In between the uncertainties of a brewing insurrection, you and your mates grow closer than ever.

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cozymoko · 2 years ago

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MOTHERLY READER HCS (FT. SIYUN BAEK)

Synopsis: Siyun Baek growing up with a motherly "obsession". ♡

Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers

Word Count: 1.7k

IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, the two of you were very popular amongst your peers. Siyun for his good looks and charisma; and you for your kind, nurturing attitude that could make anyone swoon. Siyun was no exception.

Your kindness drew him in like a bee, mindlessly chasing sweet nectar constantly, persistently even. Oh dear, can you blame him? It was a thing he was so selfishly robbed of by his own “loving” parents. Something you seemed to have a lot of for even those who don’t deserve it.

It was Love.

Only his closest friends knew of his slight “crush” on you and it came as no surprise. You were loved unconditionally by those in your year, platonically and romantically. You were sweet, and optimistic, and wore your heart on your sleeve for anyone to see. What wasn’t there to like?

Alas, getting close to you was the issue. When you weren’t crowded by students, he was. When you were by yourself and peaceful, he wasn’t. When he finally had free time his nerves were practically eating him alive, causing him to shy away from any attempt to speak with you.

However, giving up wasn’t an option. He wouldn’t allow it.

Naturally, you were chosen as class rep, leaving you to tend to all classroom affairs. Which was quite laborious for just one person. Your teacher, taking note of your troubles, finally gave you a hand. (By making one of your classmates help you.)

“Baek Siyun, help {Name} deliver these to the faculty office.”

You snorted. Not what I had in mind but I'm not complaining.

The walk from homeroom to the facility office was a lengthy difference away. Finding the tense silence to be a bit uncomfortable, you decide to make conversation with your popular senior.

“It's been a while since we've spoken, Baek Siyun; how are you?” You smiled, gazing fondly at your classmate. “You're much quieter than usual, are you sure you're eating properly?”

It was true that you’d never had an actual conversation with the boy, but nonetheless, you remembered his name. It was impossible to forget when everyone in your year was practically enamored with him, though you could clearly see why. So as one does, you strike up a conversation with him.

However, you had not expected that to kickstart such a wonderful beginning.

TWO MONTHS LATER...he asked you out in front of the school at that. In his hand was a bouquet of colorful peonies wrapped in fluorescent papers, with a gigantic teddy bear hooked safely beneath his unoccupied arm. A soft pink painted his skin as he patiently awaited your response. He looked so bashful and sweet that it was almost adorable.

How the fuck could you ever reject that?

Siyun had never been one to stay in one place, in his unloving home nonetheless. Most of his nights were spent at your house, with no call or even a text from his parents on a normal day. Fortunately, your parents were wealthy enough to host the two of you on most days.

You pat his head, motioning towards the clock, flashing [18:27]. Much too late for him to be here, in your house, suffocating you. His childish whines interrupted your thoughts, tickling your skin as he made no real effort to move. He peered at you through thick lashes and you swore you could see hearts in his pale eyes. You sighed, “Figures.”

You were aware of his situation but you never expected him to run away, without contacting you at that. You were devastated, searching every perimeter of his neighborhood. Up, Down, Over, and Under: No matter where you looked, Siyun was nowhere in sight.

Exact at the park down the street from your goddamn house.

“Hey, Siyoon-Ah, where have you been?” You huffed, resting your hands amidst the tempting curve of your hips. You looked as if you wanted to scold him. Yell at the top of your lungs until your throat grows raw, harsh breaths wracking your body. Unbeknownst to you, that's exactly what he wanted.

IN HIGHSCHOOL...you decided to keep your relationship a secret to Siyun’s dismay, but only to maintain his career! It's not like you wanted him to be surrounded by so many girls, vying for his attention. You hated it! Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.

“Baby, why are you ignoring me~?” Siyun whined into your chest, his sharp eyes peeking at you through heavily tinted sunglasses.

He had grown much clingier in the time you spent together but given his situation you expected nothing less.

“Was I? I’m sorry, I was just thinking…That’s all.” You weren’t lying but something about your actions gave it away. You had been staring at a random group of girls who you’d recognized from your class, watching them with a bitter expression.

“As much as I enjoy your jealousy, I’d rather see you smile.” He cooed, gently kissing your lips. “I’ll quit being an idol if that’s what you want. I don't mind us being public.”

“Siyun, no!”

In public he never referred to you formally, however, you did. You wished to keep this act up when he could give two fucks about it. Hearing you refer to him in polite speech made him was to bite you, (the fuck) considering you were already past that stage already.

But considering the two of you were attached at the hip, some of your peers had begun to suspect some things; (insert names), specifically. (insert name) had been vying for your attention since you first arrived at that school and you weren’t having it. Seeing the way he treated his fans made you a bit uncomfortable; his arrogance didn't excite you.

He was a polar opposite of your boyfriend and you weren't very interested in speaking with him.

“Sorry Kang Na-Hyuk Sunbae, but I'm already interested in someone. I cannot return your feelings.”

You give him a strained smile, lightly swaying on the balls of your feet. You watch his hand coil into tight fists

“Who is it—?”

“[Name]!” You visibly perk up at the sound of your name, turning to the direction of the culprit.

“Baek Siyun, hi!” Before you knew it you were at his side, ignoring how the idol's gaze lingered on the man just a distance away.

That's when it clicked.

You were romantically involved with Siyun Baek.

Then the rumors started, spreading around the school like a wildfire, tearing down. His reputation in a matter of seconds. It made you sick, being subjected to appalling rumors about your lover, behind his back nevertheless. Watching everyone turn their back on their favorite idol over a few lies.

But you stayed by his side.

“Look at [Last Name], she's too sweet for her own good, hanging out with someone like him.”

“Right, hasn't she heard that he's violent? Poor girl.”

“Maybe we should talk her out of this, it's too dangerous!”

You payed them no mind as though they slipped in one ear and out the other.

The idol world was a very shady place filled with assholes and weirdos all around it. Your mind had led you to believe this was the doing of a certain brunette, and you weren't too far off.

Despite how calm he looked on the outside, his facade was crumbling. Siyun had lost his temper countless times, fueling the pointless drama swarming the media. Yet, you didn't turn on him. You comforted him as you always did.

Siyun had begun to cave into your affection. He craved you, his only real source of support. Even when those around him looked down upon him, you had not. You gently stroked his ashen locs, hugging him close in a secluded area of the school.

All he needed was you.

HIS ACCIDENT left you heartbroken and you could hardly contain yourself at word of it. Your feet carried you long and far to the hospital that had been hosting him, as you drowned out the faint shouts of your parents behind you.

You knew what Kang Na-Hyuk had done and you couldn't help but think you were at fault. Were you not careful enough with your actions? Did your rejection have something to do with this? How badly was he hurt?

Regardless, you couldn't help but blame yourself. One of the sweetest (and craziest) boys you've ever met was in the hospital and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

“Please show me Baek Siyun's room!” A soft pink dusted your cheekbones at your volume, but you did your best to ignore it.

Your feet carried you down the cold hallways, aching and fatigued. You could hardly remember the last time you ran so fast. You burst through the door, halting the conversation being held within it.

“Out!” You huffed, leaning on the door. “Get the fuck out, all of you!”

Siyun sat there wide-eyed at your outburst, you were never one to curse but you could hardly help yourself. You approached his bed, gently grazing his chilled skin with sorrowful eyes. Even then all you could do was apologize, apologies for something you took no part in.

“How cute~ What are you apologizing for? You didn't do this to me.” A warm feeling bloomed in his chest at your arrival. He never realized just how much he missed you.

“Well...I—Hey!” You shouted, “Siyun-Ah, what're you—?!”

You were so sweet he swore he could just eat you up!

Siyun buried his head between your breasts. His slim fingers grip your sides, leaving deep crescent moons in his wake. He bit his lip, nearly enough to draw blood as he refused to meet your curious gaze. The sporadic drumming in his chest left him flushed, huffing out rushed breaths every second.

He smiled, Maybe this isn't all that bad.

Sure having his idol friends was fun. He wanted them by his side. But eh what's the point? Having his girlfriend coddle him was way more up his alley anyways. You were much more enjoyable to be around than all of them combined.

And at least you'll be here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and EVeR and EvEr and EveR and EVER!

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astracora · 15 days ago

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The Cat Curse - MC Edition - Chapter 3

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Some hurt/lots of comfort, semi-canon compliant heart condition, spoilers for current story release (Small mentions of Sylus bond up to 102 and all of Sylus' currently released content), small references to the other boys stories.

Word Count: 4603

Written: 26th December 2024

Notes: New relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs (this time with group chat), with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me.

Now Playing: Snuff, by Slipknot

Masterlist

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Sylus is learning new things about you.

One, you know far more about flowers than he expected. When asked, you'd told him a friend you'd had since college was 'big into the whole language of flowers thing'.

You'd listened to her talk about it for a long time, picked somethings up, and kept a decent knowledge of it for her. "I was never really good at learning at school, but if I want to know something, I retain way more information than I probably need to." You'd huffed a laugh, shrugging your shoulders like it didn't matter.

Like he didn't watch you constantly learn in order to support and understand those you care for.

Art history to keep up with the fish. Pouring over physics books for the prince. Cardiology books in the kitchen worn and earmarked for the doctor. You'd sit and asked him questions about business and his day to day, as well. He's sure there's books by your bed to help you understand him, part of him is curious. The other part wants to let you piecing him together be a constant surprise.

Two, you and the twins cannot be left alone. Not ever.

He's used to the twins causing chaos wherever he goes, they are full of mischief on their best days. Frankly, he's grown too numb to their antics. Though there are the occasional moments when they surprise him.

Handcuffs, a gun that shoots hearts, and you glaring at him with an unimpressed look.

He'd thanked them, internally, for that particular one. Amusement chasing his heart around for weeks afterwards. Until you'd done something else to amuse, and the cycle continued.

He's glad that your album is being filled out again, so many moments that warm his chest. To have a physical manifestation is tickling. An odd sensation he has no memory of ever having before meeting you.

Sylus does however, wish the three of you would stop vanishing everytime he takes his eyes off you for a moment.

Of all the feline traits he enjoys out of you, your ability to vanish into thin air is not one of them. He regrets not taking your hand, keeping you chained to him, even without the evol link. He'd once sent you a photo, asking if you could spot a cat in his base... this game feels harder, and he finds himself irritable that you are here... together. Surrounded by all manner of flowers, that you can rattle off information about, or lean in, close your pretty eyes and inhale, and he is wandering it alone.

Trying to find a flash of white fur, or hear your voice, a song for him. Or at this point, even spot the twins and their ridiculous crow hoodies. A gift from you for when they need to be outside the N109 zone.

"It's more lowkey, and you'll still be wearing house colours."

He's had to forcibly remove them from the two just to wash them. Lest the smell corrupt his entire base.

It's the poison gardens where he finally finds you, Luke and Kieran are daring each other to eat something, belladonna he learns, and he grabs them both by the scruff to pull them away as he advances on you.

Yet he pauses, as he watches you. Crouched in front of the datura flowers, ears drooping, tail in the dirt, staring at them with eyes that look on the verge of tears.

"You two, don't eat anything." He hisses softly to the twins, who mock salute him before racing off again.

There's a feeling around you like he's looking at stained glass. Tragic and hurting, but beautiful all the same. Perhaps more so. He remembers dreams, and yearnings and all the things he wished he'd had time to say. Or do. He has all the time in the world now, he thinks, and he still wishes he could go back to offer you more than he did.

"Kitten." It's soft, so that when he crouches with you, he doesn't startle your heart. You blink up at him and your eyes are glassy and far away, "What's wrong?"

You reach a hand out to the flower, and he grabs it to pull it back, entwining your fingers. You finally focus back on him, head tilted and trying to clear the daze in your eyes. "I..." eyes darting back to the flowers, "got the strangest feeling."

There's a lump in his throat that he can't get rid of. His mind is playing memories that aren't real memories. A wishful dream shared. So he sits, pulling you over. You're aware enough to remember this is a public place, glancing about and settling into his arms when you realise you're alone. "What about?"

Your fingers twitch against his, and he can see your urge to touch them. It's not like that dream though. Here these flowers can hurt you. "A field of flowers in the mountains..." Your brow creases a little, staring at them with pinned ears and narrowed eyes, like they're holding answers you can't grasp with your hands, "They mean devotion." You finally settle on, looking at him, as your tail wraps around his wrist.

Sylus' chuckle escapes him, through the dull edges of sorrow, and through the sharp stab of relief. He finds your frustration endearing to be sure, yet it's the words said to him with glistening eyes, like he doesn't already know that.

So deep in every bone in his body that if there ever comes a day he forgets those flowers, and your lips on his, even if it was nothing but a daydream, he thinks he'll be truly mad. He only hopes if that day comes, you'll tell him about the flowers again.

You don't remember how his heart changed when you told him those flower suited him. So dangerous, and so beautiful, that you still want to touch them even now. He thinks the sickness he has, a troubled heart that beats for you and a soul that cannot quiet when you are near, is probably his greatest joy in this world.

He feels drawn like a moth to a flame. The man that he is, no horns, no wings and no tail, who cannot relinquish his treasure no matter the cost. For as long as you love and want him, he will seek you out anywhere.

Your eyes dart down to his mouth, hesitating, then up again. He leans towards you, but you are overcome. Holding him, kissing him, purring into his mouth. It is a taste unlike any other, and as he falls back, holding you tight as you kiss and devour and satisfy your hunger, he sees the datura's dancing next to him.

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You're milling around the gift shop, Luke and Kieran following after with a basket. Though their version of following, you realise, is getting lost in aisles, and yelling at you from across the shop. You've seen some old ladies giving them dirty looks, which while you understand, you do return. Even if you do ask them to be a little quieter.

Which they... kind of take on board. Changing to loud whispers. You do have to remove a few things from the basket, three different types of plant pots you don't really need, five cacti, "They look like boss!", and almost an entire shops worth of fudge.

"Hunter! Can we try that?"

Luke is waving some chilli flavoured honey in your face, and though you can't quite fight the way your nose crunches up at the idea, you put it in the basket.

You wish you could blame the cat curse for your inability to handle a degree of spice, but that's just all you. Even if your tongue is way more sensitive right now.

"Grab a local honey from the counter, the others will want some."

Kieran nods and darts off, while you and Luke browse the chocolate selection.

It's a very serious choice. "Which will Zayne like most?"

Luke gives you a look that says you're a fool for asking, "He'll eat them all too quickly for anyone to see those arty wrappers." You both look at each other and nod, "Except for the carrot one."

So you pick up ones with the prettiest packaging so Raffy can have them for inspiration afterwards, and move onto the seed section. Almost getting barrelled into as Kieran returns with the spoils of war, a too large jar of honey that you're sure won't last long between the lot of you.

The seeds are easy, Xavi will enjoy growing almost anything, but you want to get ones for all of them. It's impossible to buy the datura's you still can't stop thinking about, so as you put cala lilies, forget-me-nots and jasmines in the basket. Along with some snowdrops, daisies and lobelia seeds, you ponder over Sylus. Every flower that comes to mind is as beautiful as it is deadly, and as much as you think he'd appreciate those, he wouldn't appreciate the risk to your health for it.

You think about his hand clasping yours in front of the datura, pulling you back despite the deep pit of yearning in your heart to bury yourself amongst the bright red flowers.

Like you belonged there with them. Like they wouldn't hurt you.

Your hand hovers over the poppy seeds, remembrance for the dead, before you pull away and shake the feeling off. Your tail puffing up and then settling as you try to fight the ghost of a feeling.

"Hunter, what about these, they're cute!" Luke waves a pack of bellflowers at you. You blink at the disruption to your thoughts, and look over at him and Kieran. Matching bird hoods pulled back so they can watch you. You tell yourself it's not pity in their eyes, just concern.

You have to stop thinking the worst.

"Bellflowers..." You dig through your memories but the meaning won't come to you.

Luke turns the packet around and looks at the back, "Says, 'unwavering heart.'" He pulls a face but shoves the packet at you.

"Sounds like boss, unkillable." Kieran adds, nodding to himself.

The words don't sit right with you but you decide not to think about it, and instead take the packet from them, they're not wrong. He certainly is unwavering, so you put them in the basket, and grab some gomphrena.

As you walk away with the twins, your feet stop. Turning back around, you grab the poppy seeds.

Caleb deserves flowers too.

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Sylus had been forced to stand outside the shop, if you hadn't, you think he would have bought the shop with how long you and the twins were looking through everything. Plus, you'd wanted to surprise him for once. He expected everything, had a plan for everything, was impossible to sneak up on. Even with all your training, you'd never got the upper hand with the man.

You'd even tried teaming up with Xavi, much to Sy's amusement. He'd hefted you up, catching you easily, and had kissed his affection to both of your heads before heading off to a meeting. Laughing to himself as he went.

Xavier had looked at you with a new commitment in his eyes, you both would get the crow.

Today wouldn't be any different, you know that. Staring at his figure leaning against the wall as you leave the shop. Twins in tow, who are shoving their fingers in honey they didn't even wait to leave the shop to start on. You made a note to get them a dentist appointment... you're pretty sure they've never been.

Sylus is the picture of untouchable beauty, just like the datura. His eyes don't dart around but you know he's clocking everything around him. Ready if he needs to be, tracking escape routes if necessary. You're sure you've never seen him truly relax anywhere but at home. Even then it took a while before he moved the gun from under the pillow to the side cabinet.

You shush the twins, fangs gleaming, and they nod, hanging back as you pull your tail close and press your ears back against your head. Creeping forward, closer, closer, almost-

"Are you done kitten?"

He doesn't even turn to look at you, but his voice is soft with laughter, and you droop a little. "Do you have ears in your back?"

"Just very good ears on my head, beloved. I can tell your footsteps from anywhere." He reaches behind him to take the bag from your metal hand, and then takes your other one in his. Running his thumb over the skin. "So I can always know where you are." Is pressed into the side of your head with a kiss, and you nuzzle him, then pull away as the twins clear their throats.

"Want some honey, boss?"

Sylus screws up his nose as they offer it to him with sticky hands. "How old are you two?"

"Never too old for honey."

He rubs the space between his eyes and decides not to fight that battle, or explain his question. "What did you get, besides a sugar crash for the twins?"

You hesitate for a moment, he's looking at you and not at the bag. Asking permission to peek, wanting you to set or rescind boundaries at will.

You lean into his side as the four of you begin to walk, and nod, "Gifts." He looks down into it, "Seeds... so we can grow them together." His fingers twitch against yours in your grasp, and his eyes lighten and burn as he looks at your offerings.

"And." You pull his hand, hesitating, he stops and turns, and you take a box out of your pocket, almost stuffing it into his chest with how you hand it over. He places the bag down gently, so he doesn't have to release your hand, and opens it. Nestled amongst some craft paper is a hand woven bracelet with a white cat charm. "For you." Your fangs dig into your bottom lip, you taste the nerves and the blood and part of your brain begs you to pull out of his grasp.

Run away.

It was such a silly purchase. He can buy anything why would he-

He's kissing you, warmth on your lips, and hand holding the bracelet against your neck, the grip on your hand is tight and firm. Like he never plans to release you. Not now, not ever. It grounds your nerves, chases away the anxiety, the traitorous voice.

He tastes sweet, and for a dull moment you wonder if he did take the twins honey, before your brain empties, and you let him pull you into the abyss with him.

His smile is still against your lips when you come up for air, but he doesn't pull away, and when you blink your eyes open, he's a burning pyre of beautiful red eyes and shock of white messy hair. He licks his lips, looking at you like he wants to eat you whole. Eyes slightly wet.

"Beautiful." You exhale, prosthetic hand tracing his cheek where he flushes softly.

"Thank you." Sylus speaks, and for a moment you wonder if he will cry, but he simply kisses you once more, sighing into your mouth, and tasting your own.

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Work can't seem to wait, as much as he wants to leave it be, he's stuck responding to messages and reading legalese. Sylus leaves you, Luke and Kieran in the living room. You're playing a video game together, and arguing over how to solve a puzzle. He heads to the kitchen with a glass of gin fizz, glasses on, and gets to work.

He thinks he manages about three hours of no interruptions, which is a record where the twins are concerned. He took one break to call the doctor to pick up some ingredients for dinner, and then resumed his work. It's boring and he has to do it. Onychinus, as much as a chore as it can be, is important to him. While he'd love to live a quiet life with you, simple and relaxed, until every threat biting at your heels is gone... he doesn't have the luxury of laying down his weapons.

Ears pricking up, he can feel you. Stepping as quietly as you can up behind him. He wants to laugh but swallows it down, wanting to see what you do and what your goal is. You always grumble when he catches you, and you never seem happy when he informs you that he just simply would always listen out for you.

How could he not hear his own heart after all?

A tail smacks him in the nose, and his tablet is knocked out of his hand. You laugh, gleeful and satisfied, going to rush out of the room.

Unluckily for you, he is faster. EVOL wrapping around you and pulling you into his lap, as you wriggle and laugh. Tail swishing. Your pupils have almost swallowed your iris'.

"Nooo!" You groan, "How are you that fast?"

"Good reflexes, honed from years of practice." He teases, nipping your nose, amused when you nip back. He watches your pupils and your tail. Watches the way you look like you're vibrating, unable to sit still in his lap. "Now why is my troublesome kitten trying to break my work tools?"

The tablet is unharmed, caught in mist, and placed on the side.

Still, it's not like you to go out of your way to break things. Though, looking at your tail, he realises he forgot cats enjoy chaos.

"Bored! You've been in here too long." You nip again, butt your head against him gently. Hand in a fist gently hitting his shoulder. You look up at him where your head is now pressed to his collarbone, shrinking in on yourself to get as much heat from his body as you can, "I feel... odd."

"Odd?"

He watches the question spin in your head, as you worry at your lip with your teeth, he catches your lip before the fangs can draw blood.

"Like I want to run."

"Ah." He points at your eyes, then your tail which has not settled since he's been watching you, and then the twitching in your hand. "Someone has zoomies."

"Excuse me?"

"Zoomies, kitten. Surely you've seen cats before."

You huff, hissing a little, "I've not lived under a rock, Sylus."

He lets out a chuckle and taps your nose, "You need stimulation. I thought your game would work."

Your cheeks heat up, he can feel the change against his skin, and you bite his finger, "I got bored."

"Oh?"

"You weren't around."

His hand tightens on your waist, nose running along your cheek, taking long inhales of your scent like you're a flower in the desert. "I'm sure I can find something for us to do." Your tail stills, and you blink up at him. "Let's entertain my little kitten."

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"I didn't think you meant the park..."

"Expecting something else?"

You'd be lying if you said no. Sylus was a walking innuendo more often than he wasn't. He was very openly flirty, he said things that made Zayne and Raffy blush often. You're sure only Xavier could be more overt. Still, a park.

You have headphones in, to help manage the noise, and your hand is firmly in Sylus'. Normally you don't leave the house without your prosthetic on, but you don't want the straps on your skin right now, and there's nothing pressing that requires you to need it. The twins are kicking a football next to you, you're not actually sure where it came from.

"They didn't steal that right?" You whisper to Sylus.

"I bought it for them after you showed them that movie, and they wanted to try to? Bend it?"

The unsure look on his face is something special and you fight the urge to laugh at him, successfully, though you're sure he can read it on you because his face softens.

"Hunter, can you play?"

"Caleb showed me a while back, I wasn't very good."

"Not enjoying sports, kitten? How surprising."

You elbow him, snorting, "I can fight just fine, I don't need to be a sportsman."

Still, that feeling in your limbs is still there. Like you're vibrating, on edge, ready. It's almost like adrenaline but it doesn't seem to settle. Like you want to run, and run, and run.

"Play with us then." Kieran kicks the ball to you, and you try to remember how you're supposed to aim.

You releases Sylus' hand on impulse as you test the ball at your feet, thinking about Caleb who laughed as you kicked either too far or not far enough. Never able to control the strength you put into sports. Tennis had resulted in broken windows, football had resulted in balls over fences, you'd gotten injured trying rugby, too aggressive for hockey, and you'd fallen on your face too many times trying to ski.

He'd always laughed and then eased you through the motions, not lost patience with you, always had a hand out to help you move forwards.

Caught up in your memories, you don't notice the dog running up for the ball until it barks right in your face.

Fur on end, leaping up into the air, and a harsh hiss ripping from you in seconds. It's just a dog. Just a dog. You like dogs... you-

The hiss turns into a growl, and then a yowl, as it gets more aggravated at you for reacting, and your tail is up, bristling and shaking. You can feel yourself trembling, the barking feels like it's in stereo. Surrounding you and sinking into you. Tearing through your eardrums and pulling the ground out under you.

Before Sylus can even get to you, the twins are a wall between you and a rogue dog. Both growling themselves, in a way that makes the dog whine and squeal and back off. Neither touch you, but as the owner comes up, apologising profusely for losing hold of their dog, the twins turn to you and herd you away from the area.

The shivering won't stop, but your tail, still bristled, tucks between your legs. Twitching and seeking. Sylus' hand on the small of your back, makes you jump again for a moment before his scent fills your senses and you slump back towards him. Knowing he'll catch you.

Stupid.

Stupid...

"I've got you. It's alright."

He covers your cat ears, and leads you somewhere quiet.

A wooded area, quiet and removed from park goers. After a little while, you think you can breathe properly again and your fur has settled. He is tracing patterns into your back, giving you a point of focus. "Sorry."

"Nothing to apologise for."

"It's stupid."

"You're cursed, kitten. I hardly think being scared by a dog is something stupid. People are scared of them without being cats."

"Hunter!"

"Hunter."

The twins pop up, they have steaming paper cups in hand, shoving one at you. You grab it quickly before burns are added to your problems. The smell of coffee floats up to you, familiar.

"We got hot chocolate, tea and coffee."

"We guessed you'd want coffee but options are good."

Sylus' chuckle moves through you from where he's holding you, taking a hot chocolate for himself.

You wipe at your eyes, and sip the coffee, the heat easing you from the inside out. It takes you to mornings where a coffee is brought to you in bed, eased out of the land of nightmares with soft touches and warm kisses. If you were a more touchy person, you would hug the twins. You're not sure if they'd even want you to, and it's not a conversation for today.

As Sylus sips, and you ease into his side, watching the twins argue over which the other will drink, you offer your thank yous to them all softly. Only to receive unbothered shrugs from the twins, and a nod from Sylus. As though it is not a problem, as though helping you is second nature. As though you shouldn't expect anything else.

It is as you finally feel the world slot back into place, tail curling around Sylus, that he blinks, looking at the twins, and asks, "Where did you get the money for these?"

The twins jump, look at each other, then at you both, as they go to speak, you hear a yelled, "Oi! You two! You didn't pay!"

You get to watch Sylus furrow his brow, sigh like a long suffering parent, and take his card to the stall owner with a pointed look at the twins.

"Thanks boss!"

"Thanks boss."

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He's watching you sleep, talking nonsense as your ears twitch. Your hand twitches against his arm as he lies on his stomach next to you, face turned to you. Arm thrown over your waist and your leg thrown over his, foot hooked to keep one of his legs between yours. Trying to keep as much contact as you can with him. Tail around his ankle.

You swap roles often. The guard and the guarded, both too on edge often. When someone else joins your sleep, sometimes you both lie awake and protect. The prince has dragged you both to bed often, seeing the wear around your eyes.

Tonight, he lies and stares at you. Not a guard dog, simply admiring. From the view of the bed, he can see the balcony planter. Full now, of treasures he cannot wait to see bloom to life. You move, rubbing your cheek against the pillow, and wiggle closer. Seeking the heat of him, pressing yourself so close he thinks you're trying to fuse with him.

He sometimes wonders if your split soul is seeking his out to be whole again. If it misses part of the noisy thing that lives in his chest. Changing him willingly. He isn't sure he would ever want to hand it back. It is at home inside of him, just as you are at home in his arms. Just as part of him burns in your chest, even if you can't hear it as loudly as he can.

Sylus knows it is there, and he hopes it reminds you every day that he adores you. That his love is eternal, that he will want you beyond the death of stars.

He changes positions so that he can pull you into his arms, fit you against him, and rest your head against his chest. So you can hear it. His heart and yours thrumming. Dancing and singing for each other. Hoping the sound of your joining will keep you safe in sleep, away from the nightmares that haunt you.

As he takes your hand in his, splaying your fingers over his stomach, he feels the familiar gold sparks of your resonance. Weak and small, hindered by your curse, but there. He thrills, assured and comforted by you seeking him out in every way you can. That even in sleep you seek connection to him. That your power yearns to touch his.

He has gone from seeing hatred in your eyes, to holding you against his chest, kissing your tears away, and protecting you in moments you let yourself be a cared for.

It is not the first time he has fought for a prize. Has hunted and struggled for a treasure. It is, however, the most valuable reward he has ever earned.

And everyday he lives, he is joyed to continue to keep you. Right here, where he can love you.

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jollyhunter · 1 month ago

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24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 4.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW - MDNI! - includes explicit sexual content. It's a kinky writing challenge, so expect anything at this point, (nothing freaky, don't worry) but it's a surprise calendar so I won't spoil it! (Also, English is not my native language) Contains brief reference to Dec.1 (Sunshine) and Dec.3 (Lights Out)

Advent calendar includes: headcanons, snippets, one shots, imagines, blurbs etc.

Words: 1,960

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A/N: I'm such a sucker for softdom!Dean. Hmmm I have a feeling that tomorrow's gonna be something more spicy. So stay tuned my little vixens 🦊 EDIT: Had to edit a few sentences cuz it didn't feel right to me

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4th Dec. - Tickle

Dean and you were on a research spree today. Running from one witness to the next all across town. One of the oddest was definitely the bird freak who held peacocks in his apartment. Once you sneaked off to get a glance into his bathroom, you instantly knew that this freak wasn’t holding his private cute little bird zoo but in fact his personal butcher shop. And judging by the bloody – or rather – feathery mess, it looked like he had just mauled one. Well, turns out he was the ghoul you were after. A few moments later you two were already bashing the guys head in, probably scared the life out of the remaining cocks in the process and ultimately Dean chopped the bastards head off with the swing of his axe – just to be sure.

Monster dead, peacocks released into the wild, job done.

Fast forward and you two are stumbling into your shared bedroom at the bunker, both dishevelled and with some blood splattered across those fake FBI suits of yours. Neither of you could care any less right now, though. You let out an exhausted sigh while you start to unbutton your shirt, your back turned to Dean. Big mistake. Before you can react, you find yourself in the air, your feet kicking in surprise with a short high pitched scream which gets cut off as you get tossed onto the bed. It takes you a moment to roll over onto your back, your eyes instantly locking with Dean’s. “Well, well… is someone in the mood?” You comment with a tired chuckle. Dean’s green eyes flash at you mischievously while he carries that iconic smirk of his. His eyes never leave yours as he tugs at his tie, smoothly pulling it off his collar before he moves onto the bed, straddling you. “Guilty as charged,” he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head with one hand, swiftly wrapping his tie over them with the other, securing your wrists together.

You don’t fight him, but instead let out a low hum and instinctively tilt your head back, your eyes drinking in the sight of him straddling you while in that good looking uniform, “Goddamn, you know I love it when you wear that suit.” Dean chuckles lowly as he finishes securing your wrists together, tying the knot tightly. He then leans down to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, his tongue swirling around yours with a soft groan against your mouth. But after a moment he pulls back again, leaving you breathless and craving for more. “I know,” he finally replies in a low, gravelly voice. His hands run down your side, his fingers tracing the curves of your body beneath the fabric of your suit. “Now, let’s see how much you love it up close and personal.” Before you get to reply, your lips part for a soft gasp at the way his mouth trails down your neck, nipping slightly at your collarbone. His hands follow suite to unbutton your blazer and shirt, his fingertips slowly trailing down your exposed skin. A shiver runs through your body, and you can’t keep yourself from subtly grinding your hips against his growing erection. You were tired, yes, but also horny. “Tired and horny” as you two would always call it. Unfortunately for you, Dean has different plans for tonight than a quick round.

Dean’s mouth twitches into a smirk against your skin as he feels your movement and the friction against his boner only fuels his own eagerness. But he holds himself back, his mind set on something different tonight. After the intense and unusual sex session you had yesterday, he had thought of a way to pay you back with his own little game. “Now, be a good girl and stay still for me,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his voice laced with authority. This just sends another shiver down your spine all the way to your core. Your thighs twitch and your wrists tug against the tie in anticipation while you whimper with silent, pouty lips. But it’s no use – Dean knows all your tricks and he won’t fall for them. He ignores your pleading look by moving a hand to your hips, pressing down to keep you from moving against him with a low chiding “ah-ah-ah.”

A frustrated, soft whine slips your lips at that. You can feel the heat pool between your legs, your need for friction urging you to shift and squirm, to touch him, to feel him. But Dean won’t have any of it. With a little warning smack to your thigh, you freeze in your desperate attempt to defy him and your eyes snap up at him. “Patience, my little sunshine,” he warns, and to make his point, he presses your hip further into the mattress, holding you steady while he repositions himself on top of you. Shifting further back to straddle your thighs now, he continues with his voice dropped to a lower and authoritative tone, “Close your eyes for me.”

You have to stifle a frustrated huff, fighting the urge to just try and break free from the tie around your wrists – you are a hunter after all, and the times you had already ended up with tied up wrists and ankles would make any bondage enthusiast envious - but, knowing that the only way to get somewhere with Dean is by playing by his rules, you decide to submit to him and do as he demands. As always. Damn he really knows how to keep you at his mercy.

Once your eyes are closed, Dean’s smirk shifts first into a satisfied smile before it turns to a mischievous grin. Your heart’s racing and you feel your core tingling in anticipation. Then you suddenly feel him fumble with your shirt and blouse, his hands gently tugging at the fabric, pulling it up and over your head. As the clothings pool around your tied up wrists, he quickly continues to tie them in place against the headboard, leaving your arms stretched above your head, unable to move them. Your breath hitches briefly when you realize that he just tied your arms down and once again you feel a shudder go through your body, the anticipation almost killing you.

You then feel him shift on top of you, his twitching boner grazing your core for a moment before he moves down your body. His hands roam over your hips and thighs as he unbuttons your pants and slowly slips them off along with your panties. Goosebumps flash across your body as you feel the cold air hit your skin – but also because you can practically feel Dean’s eyes on you. Drinking in the sight of you completely naked and tied down and at his complete mercy. After a moment of silence, you can hear him get up and walk to the foot of the bed and you instantly tense up from anticipation, your eyes still shut tightly. You try to listen to his every breath, just like you did last night in the dark, trying to guess his next move – but then your breath catches in your throat. You feel a hand on each of your ankles as they gently get pulled apart, opening you up nicely while he pulls them close to the bedframe where he ties them up as well. You swallow thickly, your thighs slightly trembling from the new level of vulnerability. Goddamn you were at his complete mercy now. And it is enough to turn you into a pathetic version of soft whimpering, shaky breaths and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip since there is literally nothing else you can do any more.

Dean takes a step back to eye his finished work with a low, pleased hum. Let’s begin the teasing.

You hear him rummage around his duffel bag until the noise suddenly stops and his steps come closer again until you can feel his presence right beside the bed. You swallow thickly, the tension driving your pulse up and making your muscles twitch involuntarily. “What are you doing…?” you dare to ask in a shy murmur when you cannot take it any more.

“Just a little repayment for last night.” He says in a nonchalant tone, but you can hear that there’s more to it and that only serves to raise your frustration even more. Dean leans close in when you feel his warm breath on your cheeks and you can sense him being only inches from your face when he continues in a voice of mischief, “Just a little something to explore your senses a bit… and maybe test your patience.”

On the last word, you suddenly feel a tickle on your arm, soft and yet prickling. The sensation traces along your inner arm – you twitch from it but your tied wrists above your head keep you from escaping it. Slowly and lightly it dances across your skin in a maddening pattern, barely touching you. And the moment a giggle slips your lips, it clicks in your head. “Don’t tell me you actually snitched a peacock’s feather?”

Dean’s lips twitch into a devilish grin at your observation, “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Sly bastard” you think to yourself as you listen to his reply, imagining the wicked expression he must have right now.

“Now,” he starts in a more commanding voice which makes you draw in a sharp breath from anticipation, “You’ll keep your eyes closed. You are not allowed to move or to talk. And no giggling, no whimpers or whines – in fact, no nothin’. Understood?” You nod, knowing that you’re at his mercy now, for however long he wants. For the following twenty minutes, Dean continues his torturous game. He runs the feather along your curves, from your toes, across your ankle, over your shin, across the knee with a little flick of his wrist just to continue in a tantalizing pace along your inner thigh, inching further and further up until the tip of the feather hovers over your clit. He stills in his movement, watching how you desperately try to control your body, holding back your needy sounds. He enjoys watching how you shiver from the teasingly light friction, always craving more but not being able to move and touch yourself. He brushes the tip of the feather over your clit, which earns him a stifled moan from you. He maps out your entire body with the feather, the sensation driving you mad. Your ankles and wrists tugging and pulling against the bedframe as he keeps up the relentless teasing, strictly ignoring how you’re basically dripping and the sheets are soaking from your juice. And even ignoring your glistening and spread open pussy which twitches for more friction and some form of release. After what feels an eternity, you finally feel him place the feather aside. Next thing that echoes through the bedroom is the buckle of his belt hitting the floor followed by the sound of his pants being pushed down his legs. You have to bite back a desperate groan when you feel him crawl onto the bed and the tip of his hardened cock brush against your swollen clit. A warm breath suddenly wafts against your face and your own breath hitches as you feel his lips hover over yours. You let out a guttural moan when his cock slips into you and he whispers against your mouth, his voice husky and full of pride and barely contained need, “You did so well, sweetheart. 'M gonna make you feel so good now... and I wanna hear every single sweet little noise from you while I fuck you until you’re a trembling mess beneath me. Got it?” Before he can even finish his sentence, you nod eagerly with a pathetic whimper, your lips already forming the word 'please', only to be met halfway with a passionate kiss of his.

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke

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Tags:

@deaniemyboo @deansjacket @literallylexa @lmpala1967

#dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #soft dom! dean winchester x reader #dean x you #spn reader insert #spn x reader #spn x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester smut #supernatural smut #kinky advent calendar

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ronearoundblindly · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/autumnrose40/763897780676788224/biteofcherry-sweater-daddiesdumbdork

I’d love to know your take on what the Cevans characters + Bucky would do in this situation. Who’s drops everything and forgets what their arguing about? Who gets annoyed? Who doesn’t care and pushes their point anyway?

Your headcanons always hit hard and fit so well and ur my fav writer so I thought I’d ask for your opinion if you’d like to share <3

Who gets derailed when you flash him during an argument?

Warnings for, well, talk of tits and some escalation to sex for a few of the bois... Also, I included who this works for long-term and who quickly catches on. 🤭

Jake Jensen

Works. Every. Time.

Jake can't even come back to the argument within an hour or so because he gets soooo distracted, like 'hey hi are we having sex now cool let's go i'm ready.'

Eventually, he can finish a sentence or two of his argument, but tbh, he just wants to be heard on his point--which you do listen to--and he generally is not worried about whatever it is being changed right away.

The farthest he's ever gotten is if the row is about some machine or tech that's expensive/sensitive. He can manage to adjust that equipment until it's correct and safe...and then he's stepping up to you, asking where you want him or if he can have the honor of removing your pants 😁

Johnny Storm

This tactic started for you by accident since arguments with Johnny get legitimately heated. You were suddenly sweating while he barked his little heart out, so you ripped your top off.

It worked a treat.

Johnny will sometimes sneak heat into enclosed spaces/close to you in order to force you to strip. You know he would. You know you're secretly totally into it. Asshole... It doesn't even have to do with arguments anymore.

Curtis Everett

Derailed, but Curtis scrambles to think what his point was. He'll look away and gather himself. He will attempt to complete the original discussion, and he wises-up quickly, instantly turning around if your hand moves toward the hem of your shirt when he's trying to be serious with you.

Lloyd Hansen

Continues to argue even as he walks over and begins to bite your nipples and tickle you with his mustache. Every mean thing he's saying after that just sounds dirty, but he won't fuck you until you promise to do as he wants and admit he was right. Foreplay...takes forever between you two like this.

Ransom Drysdale

I will see @biteofcherry's 'unfazed, stares at boobs, continues to argue,' and raise you that Ran begins to start arguments out of nowhere and stare at your chest until you lift your shirt to get him to quiet down. He's the fucking worst. You know he would absolutely do that.

Steve Rogers

Obviously, the cutest of the bunch since he would just go silent and beet red. Once Steve's brain restarts, it's arms akimbo and a hip pop, "that's not fair," and a sharp huff of disapproval. Now, the real secret is Steve disapproves not of your bare chest and keenly effective technique but of his very own thots concerning said bare chest.

Bucky Barnes

Buck's the guy in that video who says "ok, you have two solid points there," the cheeky bugger. He deeply appreciates when you lighten the mood of the most important or the most meaningless fights. To be fair, he expects a discussion, a conclusion to the argument you two were having, because following through with all those talks is a big deal to Bucky. He'd like to be heard and understood in your relationship. Use the derailing wisely.

James Mace

"Are you even listening?!"

Mace doesn't argue lightly, so if he is arguing, you better be paying attention. He's maybe the only one who gets genuinely annoyed by this joke.

HE IS ALSO the only one who decides that when you get mad, he should just strip off his shirt to derail your train of thought, too. He's a tat-for-tit kinda man...

Ari Levinson

Ari, in general--i.e. not Bedrock and Blueprints Ari,--doesn't skip a beat if you flash him. He has military training to stay on-task, so he uses your playfulness to his own advantage and can tease you mercilessly in order to win the argument. He can walk right up, mid-sentence, tickle your side, pinch your nipple, squeeze your ass. Bit of a torturer, that Mr. Levinson.

Jimmy Dobyne

Oh, he'll blush at first, but Jimmy is a dirty man ready to get dirtier on a dime. He can finish making his point while he stalks you into a corner like prey. NGL, the first time he did this, you got instantly wet. His predatory posture surprises you; he's so perfectly sweet and almost formal in public...

Jimmy is dominant behind closed doors though, as I've argued before, so he jumps at the opportunity to make you 'regret' your cheeky move. He does not, however, understand TikTok. You can explain and show him and try until the cows literally come home. Jimmy just gives you a blank, confused look.

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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internet-rat · 6 months ago

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Kite in a relationship headcanons pt. 2

NSFW and SFW Fem POV

SFW headcanons:

-He is a big cuddler and snuggler for sure. Whenever he is taking a rest from work he likes to lay on the bed or on the couch with you. The long man is an excellent big spoon. He is so warm and he smells like the forest.

-Loves taking naps together. It is one of his favorite things. He is usually pretty nervous and spent many nights of his life with very little or low quality sleep. But with you he feels so calm and safe, he gets that good sleep. Like, really good sleep. He will drool on the pillow and talk in his sleep. He always says weird shit in his sleep. "Man, there is an owl stampede..."

-Enjoys cooking together. He is not the best cook, but he learns quickly. And he can mince onions like a ninja. He is the best at outdoor cooking though!

-Loves having his hair brushed. He will return the favor. He is very good at it and very gentle.

-As stated before he is very ticklish. It is kind of funny to watch him flail around if you tickle his waist or his armpits. If you sneak up on him and do that he will make a surprised noise like "HEUHJHH!! Y/N NO!". He is going to try and get revenge, so watch out

-If you knit him a scarf or a sweater he will wear it all the time and be all proud like "y/n made this!". He is cute!

-If you are on a walk and he sees a toad he will pick it up and show it to you. Pet the toad.

-When you are sad he will not leave you alone until you tell him what is wrong. He is very stubborn, so it is impossible to stop him if he wants to comfort you. If you are crying he will hold you close, stroke your hair and tell you how much he loves you and all the things he loves about you.

-Slap his ass. He will flash you a teasing smirk and blush. He might also return the favor.

-David Attenborough documentaries and chill.

-He is a romantic and is planning how to propose to you!

NSFW headcanons:

-This man is lowkey quite feral beneath his stoic exterior. When he has been away on a mission for a while and gets home to you he will take you on the nearest surface. Makes very sexy noises when he is all pent up and needy like this. Growls and bites your neck while he fucks you deep. "You are fucking mine, y/n!"

-Cums deep inside you and stays inside you until he is ready for another round. Kisses you and plays with your clit until he is hard again. He loves filling you with his cum.

-Will absolutely lose it when you cum around his cock. His thrusts will become sloppier and more desperate as he makes you ride out your orgasm.

-Has a breeding kink like no other. If you both agree to have children he will cum inside you as much as possible. Does not want to cum anywhere else. Folds you like a piece of paper while fucking you until you see stars. When he cums he will say in a desperate and breathless voice with each thrusts as he pumps cum inside you "get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant-"

-Being on your period will not stop him from wanting you. He does not find it gross at all. If anything, he loves how slick it makes you. Fucks you in the shower so you two can make a mess together~

-It is easy to get him riled up. All you need to do is feel the muscles on his arms or his chest and tell him how strong he is, or how good he looks and he will become a needy mess.

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thelaughtercafe · 11 months ago

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Soul Eater Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Soul/F! Reader, Death the Kid/F! Reader, Black Star/F! Reader, Maka/F! Reader. Tsubaki/F! Reader, Liz/F! Reader, Patty/F! Reader, Stein/F! Reader

Length: 1.5k+

Summary: N/A

Soul Eater Evans:

Soul is very casual most of the time and I feel like tickling someone to pieces wouldn’t be any different.

Like Maka, takes it in complete stride which his Lee likely wouldn’t expect if they’d hidden it from him out of fear for any length of time.

He finds this hysterical and incredibly endearing at the same time, leading to him laughing at you good-naturedly.

“Damn, you went that long without something you wanted out of some misguided sense of feeling weird? You could’ve just told me, ya know. I tickle Blackstar and Maka all the time, Hell you’ve seen me do it. You had to know I wouldn’t mind.”

When you fumbled to explain it was different he sighed and rubbed his head.

“Man, you’re hopeless. Least now I know why you ran away all those times. Must’ve been really embarrassing for you, huh?”

He grinned, wiggling his fingers at you eagerly as he cornered you.

“Welp, guess all we can do is make up for lost time huh? C'mere so I can help you experience what you’ve wanted so bad first hand!”

He’s not a chaser, prefers for you and him to be more stationary.

Admittedly gets a kick at seeing you try to hold your arms up or not struggle too much, even though a cool guy like him could totally overpower you.

Reassures you in his own way too, bringing it up casually after wrecking you after you both had a stressful test that day.

“Y'know, the others won’t mind tickling you either. Even on the fraction of a chance they’re not willing to- they wouldn’t make fun of you for it. Even if they did, they’d have me to deal with!”

He flashed a shark-toothed grin your way.

“You like being tickled. So what? C'mon, say it. I know you can!”

Messes with you for a few days and sessions until you finally spit the words out.

He doesn’t tickle you directly till you get it out- only giving a quick poke or huff of air along your neck or ears to make you jump, around the others that prick-until you crack.

He’s kind’ve mean about it, honestly, but he does it to help you not hide who you are from the others. It’s all out of love in the end.

Rubs it in your face so hard when he ends up right. Doesn’t let you live it down ever.

Expect group tickle sessions for a while too just to be extra sure you got the message it’s not a big deal.

Maka Albarn:

Maka is really intuned with everyone around her and that translates to when she Ler’s too.

She senses the little things- the way someone leans into her touch when they like a spot.

She’s kind too- not the type to call you out and tease you for it like Soul or Stein, and if she does it’s playful and she’ll immediately admit she liked it just as much as you.

She loves to make others happy, and this is no exception. She views it as perfectly natural and normal and just about Maka-Chop’s you anytime you put yourself down.

You learn to accept your little quirk with her and the rest of your friends help.

Black Star:

God Blackstar is a rough one.

Good luck, the second he finds out you’re ticklish I hope you like it because he’s gonna use it to mess with you constantly.

Getting out of things, making you forgive him for small mistakes, you name it he’ll implement tickling somehow if it fits.

And when Tsubaki finally spells it out for him that you like it?

Even training isn’t safe then and he is merciless in that environment when he’s focused so trust- you both do and don’t wanna be caught by him.

He’s loud when he teases so you have to be direct and tell him not in public, and remind him if it bothers you fairly often otherwise the whole damn school is gonna know.

Speaking of teasing, KING of teases.

I’m blushing just thinking about it.

“Wow, is this really all you can handle? I know it’s a tall order because you’re up against a big star like me, but I’ll have to help you build up your stamina and endurance.”

“You’re lucky there’s no Kishin who tickle their victims; otherwise you’d be a goner for sure! Luckily you have the great Blackstar to help you as a failsafe precaution! Aren’t you lucky?”

300% uses his Ninja skills to fuck with you.

Sorry I don’t make the rules.

You called his bluff when he was just starting out and assumed he was loud and obnoxious with no other mode and boy did that backfire on you horribly.

After finding out you like being tickled, guess who now has a way to show you just how well he can sneak up on people whenever and wherever he wants?

Uses tickles as a reward/motivation too, to keep you training with him just that little bit longer than you usually would.

Tsubaki:

Gosh she’s so flustering as a Ler without even trying.

It’s because she’s so sincere and gentle.

It makes her amusement and sweet teases all the more effective.

“Aww you’re so precious like this! I’ve gotta do this more often!”

She’s one of the easiest Lers to go to, especially if you want relaxing tickles.

She’s so gentle technique wise, really only using spidering and stroking but it still tickles like Hell.

The only one who can reign Blackstar in with either tickling him or just talking sense.

Death the Kid:

Kid is generally very put together and that translates to when he lers.

Of course, he has to tickle symmetrically which means his poor Lee will have to put up with either both his hands or two tools at once.

The only good thing is that means you know the sensations are predictable.

Unless he has Liz and Patty help. Then? Then they’re really in trouble, because they’ll do the same, but as long as they keep the same technique? Kid’s fine letting them have variety from him. Predictability neutralized.

Unintentionally so flustering, holy shit.

Kid is naturally very logical and serious, and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. That man’s smirk is lethal.

Absolutely uses this to his advantage. After all, he has to make both of your cheeks the same pretty shade of red, and what better way to do that then make it cover your whole face~?

“Oh come now, surely it can’t tickle that badly? You’re flattering me.”

Can’t stop at an uneven time- works together with his Lee to get to 88 minutes for perfect symmetry.

He’ll stop before that if needed of course, but it’s typically best when the numbers match.

Patty:

Brings out of her Lee’s childish natures with her own.

Tends to giggle happily along with her Lee and is one of the Lers most often to start tickle fights and the like.

Adores how much fun it is to make her friends, family and s/o’s laugh omg.

It’s why she does it so often.

Most think she’s not smart but really, she’s quite aware. She just chooses to embrace her more childish side openly.

Loves to tease her Lee’s and pouts when she has to stop or gets pulled away by Liz.

“Aww but why? They’re so cute like this!!”

“Yes Patty but you kind of need them alive to tickle them more yeah? Let ‘em breathe, k?”

She salutes her sister all cute-like.

“K!!”

Switches spots often and has to get reminded by Kid to be more symmetrical if they’re Ler'ing someone together because she forgets a lot and it always makes her Lee jump in their grip.

Liz:

Queen of self-care/self-comfort tickles, for both her Lee and herself.

Compliments galore she’s so damn nice.

“Your laugh is so pretty, I swear. I’m so jealous!”

“Oh my God your nails are so cute!! You have to paint them for me later! Maybe if you agree to I’ll stop~”

Her teases are like that, mixed with her genuine compliments.

The most merciful between her sister and Kid.

Kid tends to get lost in the symmetry while tickling his Lee so if she’s helping or knows he’s gonna be Ler'ing someone she always reminds him to set an alarm so the poor Lee isn’t stuck there for 3 hours.

Definitely hasn’t happened more than once, nope.

Not that the Lee was complaining-

Absolutely loves using her nails as a tickle tool. It’s her go-to method and she is good.

Stein:

Unsurprisingly, the scientist who loves to experiment, also does so when tickling. It’s just his nature.

In addition to that he’s perceptive as Hell so good luck hiding your reactions.

In all likelihood, he knows instinctively if a Lee enjoys it thanks to seeing their Soul and being able to sense their nature better than most.

Let’s face it; Stein’s a complete sadist- and not only that- he’s very open about that fact.

Which means if it gets to you that he’s like that he’ll absolutely call you out and mess with you with it, switching between his typically playful and analytical self and his more cruel side.

Knows every tool out there, and relishes testing more unconventional ones too like back scratchers, combs and the like.

That goes for enhancement methods too. Everything from oil, sensory deprivation, and bondage. Whatever he can think of, really.

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