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talesofesther · 11 months ago

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𝔈𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔉𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader/fem!OC

Series Summary: You made a promise to Aemond once, when you were young and naive, and the only friend he'd ever known; yet you abandoned him before you could fulfill it. Between broken bonds, a betrothal, and flames that still burn deep within you; this is the story of how you fell apart and found each other again.

A/N: My newest series is finally here, and it's one that I am incredibly excited about. I'm not going to say this is fully a reader-insert, because there will be a few minor characterizations for the main girl, I even considered writing this in third person but at the end of the day second person is the style I'm much more used to and comfortable with. However, I believe it is still "vague" enough that it can be considered a reader-insert too. All in all, I sincerely hope you can enjoy this story, I promise it'll be a good one. <3

Word count: 2k

Masterlist

"Tell me again."

From one of the highest points in the Red Keep, you could see the immensity of King's Landing and the waves of Blackwater Bay crashing to shore.

"Tell you what?"

The wind was cold yet gentle, dusk settled on the horizon; painting the skies and clouds in deep golden.

"The story of how you found your dragon."

You smiled, easy and knowing. Aemond has heard this story a dozen times already, yet you never refused to tell him just one more time, whenever he asked. From the glint in the young prince's eyes, you knew that it gave him hope that one day he would find a dragon of his own.

"My father, Laena, my sisters, and I were traveling again, we had stopped by a small town to let the dragons rest. And there, they told us they had spotted a rogue dragon. As wild as a lioness. She'd come out to hunt at night, during heavy rain and lightning storms." You motioned theatrically with your hands, an excited grin on your lips as you recounted the fateful night you'd met your dragon.

Aemond listened closely, as he always did, leaning his elbows on the balcony's balustrade and keeping his gaze attentively on you.

"One night, when we were staying at a house at the edge of town, I walked out while everyone was asleep. Do you know why?" You bit at the inside of your cheek, playing the usual game.

"You heard her," Aemond answered with the same spark of youthful joy.

"I did," you whispered as if it was a well-guarded secret, leaning closer to the boy. "I could hear her outside, the sound of her wings, her heavy steps on the ground. It was raining, and dark, but I felt as if... as if she was calling to me." You placed a hand over your heart.

"I think Caraxes heard when I got out, I think I ended up waking him," both you and Aemond chuckled. "But he kept quiet when he saw it was me. I walked for a while during that night, until..." You paused dramatically, and Aemond grinned. "Until I saw her, feasting on a stolen lamb."

Aemond's eyes were sparkling, he was drinking in every word.

"She was so pretty," you recalled with a soft smile, looking out to the horizon and the darkening sky. "I could see the dark blue of her scales, and then the brighter blue of her wings. Her horns were long and pointy, and she had this patch of fur in between them and on the back of her neck that I'd never seen before."

"She didn't attack you," Aemond mumbled, more a statement than a question; he knew the answer.

You shook your head; "No, she just looked at me with those beautiful eyes, they looked like they were glowing. And then she came closer, baring her teeth, but I asked her to stay calm. Told her I was a friend." You picked at your nails, a fondly nostalgic look in your eyes. "She followed me back home after that. I think she liked that I wasn't afraid of her. Father was furious for what I had done, but I think he was even more curious about my new dragon." You shrugged, with a cheeky grin, "The next morning, I chose to ride her for the first time, and she let me. We don't know if she ever had a rider before me, but we share a deep bond now."

"You are so lucky," Aemond told you, his voice low and eyes downcast; not because of your story, but because the boy wished to have the same luck you did.

Turning your head to try and catch his gaze, you spoke with conviction, "You're going to find your dragon soon, Aemond, I know you will. And when you do, we're going to fly together over all of King's Landing, I promise you."

Despite the solemn look in his eyes, the young Aemond smiled.

You extended a hand to him then, "Come on, your mother will be mad if we're late to supper… again." Wiggling your fingers for him, you held back a grin.

Aemond rolled his eyes halfheartedly, taking your hand anyway.

You walked together through the hallways of the castle, blissfully innocent and unaware of the amused whispers between the maids about how you two would still marry someday.

─── ⋄✧⋄ ───

Two nights later, Aemond did find his dragon. However, it came at a cost.

The day had been one filled with grief. Laena had passed away after trying to give birth to her third child. While she was not your birth mother, you had spent enough years by her side to consider her something similar to it; as she was, after all, the closest thing to a mother that you knew. She had always been kind to you, treating you no different than how she treated your two half-sisters.

You mourned her loss, the salty air of the sea mixing with the salt of your tears as you watched the ceremony unfold.

As soon as she had learned of her third pregnancy, Laena wanted to return home. Your father eventually agreed to halt the travelers life for her sake, and once King Viserys got word of your return he offered all of you a home in King's Landing again. Laena had been happy with the agreement since her brother lived there too.

And so that's how you came to meet Aemond. That was several months ago, yet it sometimes feels like it was just yesterday.

Tonight, you had gone to bed with red and puffy eyes, but it didn't take long for the distant sound of fast-paced steps and arguing to pull you from your sleep. You got up, rubbed your still tired eyes, and tiptoed towards the commotion, bare feet padding over the cold stone floor of Driftmark.

After turning corners and almost getting lost in the infinite hallways, you found your family. Everyone stood around the lit fire of the throne room fireplace while the Maester tended to someone you couldn't yet see as the back of the chair they were sitting on blocked your view.

Alicent was shouting, Rhaenyra and her sons were shouting, everyone was shouting; you heard the sharp words yet couldn't make much sense of them.

You spotted your father leaning against a pillar, a couple of feet away from everyone, and ran up to him, immediately clinging to the fabric of his vest and looking up at him with questioning eyes. He didn't speak, simply lay a hand on your back and then on your head, in the best comforting manner he could muster.

The shouting match continued until Viserys had to raise his own voice, everyone in the spacious room stayed quiet for a moment then. You could hear your shaky breath, feeling it in your bones that something was wrong. You gripped tighter onto your father, leaning your head against him.

Breaking the silence, Viserys demanded answers from Aemond, and your heartbeat sped up at the sound of your friend's name. And then his mother was speaking about the injustice of him being maimed. And when Rhaenyra mercilessly demanded that he be questioned, Aemond finally looked in her direction, and consequently, yours.

You saw it then. Deep red blood glinting in the low light of the fire, painful stitches stretching skin while also holding it together, his eye sewn shut. You couldn't hold back a gasp at the sight of him, the whole left side of his face now forever marked with an angry, deep cut that went from his forehead, over his eye, and down to the middle of his cheek. Seeing your friend like this twisted your stomach in all the wrong ways and made you feel like puking out your dinner, you were almost poking holes in your father's vest with how tight you were gripping it, already feeling your eyes burn with unshed tears.

Aemond met your gaze from afar, he looked almost as stunned and lost as you; but he was also quick to look away and hide behind the back of his chair again.

You didn't hear much of the rest of the fight then, all turning into muffled noise to your ears as your father took hold of your hand to pull you forward with him and into the commotion when Alicent picked up a dagger, dashing towards Rhaenyra. The sight of Aemond's bruised and slashed face forever burnt into the back of your mind.

The only voice you clearly heard again, was his; "Do not mourn me, mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon."

─── ⋄✧⋄ ───

You were only able to meet Aemond again on the next day, minutes before both of you had to leave Driftmark.

You found him in a secluded hallway, he looked out at sea through the large windows, watching as they readied his ship for departure, the left side of his face carefully bandaged to keep the cut clean. Holding onto the sides of your dress so as not to step on it, you ran to him.

He heard you, of course he did, you were hardly the sneakiest of people. Part of him wanted to turn away and leave, deeply ashamed of the fresh scar marking his skin; perhaps even afraid that it might scare you off. But you were his friend. His only friend.

"Aemond..." you spoke softly when you reached him, biting at the inside of your cheek and nervously gripping onto the cotton fabric of your lilac dress. You were only kids; you didn't know what to say to someone who'd just lost a part of himself, and Aemond cowered under your gaze, making himself smaller as shame and timidness filled his gut.

"Does it... hurt?" You chose to ask, voice hesitant.

The young prince took his time, pursing his lips as he looked down at his feet and then out the window again. "Yes," he admitted, "but less than it did last night."

"I'm sorry," you said without a second thought.

Aemond glanced in your direction with the corner of his good eye, refusing to turn toward you completely. "Are you not upset that I claimed your step-mother's dragon?"

The corners of your lips turned up into a small smile, it held sorrow and affection in equal measures. "I'm not." You stepped closer to him and turned to look out the window as well, watching as gentle waves washed to shore. You bumped your shoulder onto his. "I'm glad it's you."

For several moments you stood in silence, simply enjoying the easeness that came with each other's company.

Alicent's voice was the one to eventually break the quiet. "Aemond," she called.

Both you and him turned in the direction of her voice, finding her looking at you with a fond smile on her lips. "It's time to go, my dear." She gestured outside, to where their ship awaited, now ready to set sail. Aemond nodded at her words and she turned around, making her way to the docks.

The prince, however, made no effort to leave, he kept his gaze focused outside, following a flock of birds that overflown the ocean.

You followed it too, the sight bringing an idea to your mind. You had a tentative smile on your lips before you even started speaking; "You should go," despite not looking at you directly, you noticed Aemond's attention shifting to you. "I'll meet you again once we reach King's Landing, and... now that you have a dragon, perhaps we'll soon be able to fly over it together, right?" Your voice held a hopeful tone as you spoke.

For the first time since he had lost his eye, Aemond smiled; a real smile that stretched the fresh stitches on his cheek and gave a prickling feeling to the sensitive skin around them, but he didn't mind. He finally turned to look at you fully, all hopeful excitement and pink cheeks.

"We will," he affirmed without losing his grin. He held your gaze for a moment longer, lips parting as if he wanted to say something more, but didn't.

From the same window, you watched, now alone, as Aemond's ship sailed away; the colossal figure of Vhagar flying close to it, as if to protect her new rider.

Later this same day, your father married Rhaenyra, taking both you and your sisters to live in Dragonstone without ceremony.

You never said goodbye to Aemond. You would have, if you knew you would not be seeing him again for many years to come.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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buckytakethewheel · 2 days ago

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it's been a long, long time [part 2]

Summary: Sergeant Bucky Barnes from the 107th gets injured a lot. And when he does, there's only one nurse he lets touch him. Previous part: Part 1 Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Nurse!Reader Warnings/tags: Bucky is rejected (kinda); pining (Bucky); reader is romantically inexperienced; no use of Y/N; unbeta'd Word count: 3.9k words Notes: so this chapter turned out a little shorter than i anticipated because I got a little uninspired by the end. But i think it turned out super sweet despite that 🥹 hope you guys like it!!

It’s a clear night in the middle of July. The sky is peppered with stars, the moon looks bright and full, illuminating the camp. If you were back home, this would be the kind of night when you would dress in your prettiest clothes, invite two friends to a fair, eat some cotton candy while you laughed loudly about the latest gossip and danced the night away. Instead, you are all the way across the ocean, away from the friends you grew up with, putting on some plush red lipstick on your lips while you prepare to attend the soldiers hangout. The weather is warm, and your skin is glistening with faint sweat, but you clean it off with a soft, white rag.

Your eyes are meting your reflection in the mirror, unwavering. Tonight, you're going dancing. It should feel like a normal night at home, but it could never, not in the middle of war. Your fingers fidget with the cap of the lipstick and for a second, you look at down at the tube, sad to see your favorite shade is mostly gone. No resupplies of makeup in camp. Maybe if you get some deserved R&R you’ll go shopping in London for a brand new lipstick. Something pretty, European, fancy.

A few other nurses are finishing getting ready around you. There's no real privacy at camp, not really - you all sleep together in a tent, while the soldiers sleep in another. The other nurses are your family and they see your body and your soul every day. Firm fingers smooth over the edges of your dress. Blue, falling slightly below the knee, hugging your waist and with slightly pointy shoulders. The cut is expertly made and it's very obvious, especially to other nurses, who are familiar with fashion, that you come from money.

You’re not trying to impress or flaunt. Wearing this made you feel pretty, and you liked to feel pretty. Maybe you even expected a certain Sergeant to pay you a compliment or two.

Finally, you walk out of your tent, standing straight and looking shy, your movements careful. A group of nurses is already making conversation with a few soldiers around the campfire, and they seem to be joyful, laughing, telling some stupid jokes that would make the rounds back home. You approach cautiously, not because you’re particularly interested in making conversation, but because it would look worse to stand in a corner all alone.

"Nurse Marta! So kind of you to join us lowly soldiers today! I never see you in our hangouts.", one of the soldiers says with a warm smile. He’s laughing but not mocking - just trying to make light conversation.

"We lost a lot of good men these weeks, soldier. I thought the ones alive deserved to be celebrated.", you answer. That seems to get his attention in a good way.

"Of course. We appreciate your presence, as always." The man smiles, and another one of the soldiers approach. You recognize him as Corporal Johnson, the man you almost treated in the infirmary yesterday, before Sergeant Barnes barged in asking for your hands only.

"We do, indeed. You and the nurses who work here do the Lord's work.", Corporal Johnson says, with a kind smile, and gives you a once-over. "You look great in that dress, by the way."

The compliment isn’t unexpected, but you blush anyway. Not because you particularly enjoy it, but because you’re not used to compliments. You didn’t date before the war. There was a guy, once - a boy, really, not a man - and you dated long enough for you to realize you never wanted anyone like him in your life ever again. After that, there was no one else. You didn’t look. Didn’t make yourself approachable.

"Thank you, Corporal.", you answer, still kind, despite the discomfort. Around you, there’s no sight of Bucky yet. You try to pretend that that doesn’t affect you. That it doesn’t slightly burn in your gut to not see him here, after he asked you to be here. Did he... forget? Did he decide to not come, instead?

Corporal Johnson’s voice cuts through the silence that had settled.

"It’s a beautiful night out. No clouds, so you can see every single star in the sky.", he comments, looking out towards the sky, watching the full moon. "Are you looking for someone, by chance, ma'am?"

You are. But there is absolutely no chance you are about to admit that you’re only here tonight because Sergeant Barnes invited you. You are barely able to admit it to yourself, let alone anyone else in camp.

“Are you not going to invite the nurses to dance?”, you ask, as if trying to swerve the conversation into another direction. The solder chuckles and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, darlin'. When we're done a couple of shots we'll start to dance, and all the girls will be asked to the makeshift dance floor. You'll have fun."

There’s a quiet discomfort when Corporal Johnson places his hand on your shoulder. He’s not trying to be disrespectful, you know that, but you are so far from being interested in whatever he’s trying to get out of you that it’s laughable. You really don’t do well in these situations. The man smiles kindly, unaware of your discomfort, and continues.

"What kind of music do you like to dance to?" He asks, making conversation. "I'd love to dance with you when the time comes."

"Thank you, Corporal." You answer the man, but the smile is gone from your lips. You remain kind, but you're really not interested. "I'm sure you wouldn't like that, I have two left feet." A lie to try and get you out of this, but he doesn’t seem to believe it very much.

"Maybe you could give me an opportunity to find out, huh?" The man grins, and he rubs his hand on your shoulder again, this time the contact lasting a little longer. Then you hear it. Him. His voice, a little boyish, but not sweet like he usually talks to you. No, he sounds a little rougher, sharper, exactly as you would expect to hear him speak to other soldier.

“Johnson, I don’t think she wants to dance with you. Maybe find another nurse to pester?,” Sergeant Barnes says, approaching slowly from behind you. You don’t really look at him when he stands to your side, instead you pretend to look around you, anywhere but at him. Corporal Johnson looks like he’s about to say something else, but he takes one look at you and seems to finally understand you’re not interested - so he moves along quickly.

Bucky steps in front of you, replacing the spot where Johnson had stood just seconds ago, and he’s smiling, wide and pretty, giving you his best look as he holds his hands behind his back. Your name rolls of his lips slow and steady, and it almost doesn’t sound like he’s calling you - it just sounds like he’s saying it because it’s his favorite word. Your cheeks turn a soft pink shade, but it’s nighttime and probably not very noticeable.

“Sit with me.”, Bucky asks, pointing towards two chairs by the bonfire. He sits first, resting his arms on the sides of the chair, and you follow suit after a second. Still, you don’t really look at him. Just stare at the fire, blinking slowly. Like you’re suddenly unaware of how to make conversation outside the infirmary.

You bite your lip and hold it between your teeth for a minute, trying to pick a topic to start a conversation, choosing careful words that could be seen as nonchalant. Trying not to give him the wrong idea.

"It's a pretty night." You say. God. Somehow that was the stupidest thing you could have said, but nothing else would come out.

Bucky doesn't want to laugh, but a small chuckle escapes his lips. He looks at you and you're biting your lip, and he can tell that you're a little nervous. You don’t know that he is, too. He wants to say something dumb, cheesy, like it's even prettier now that you're here, but he doesn't, instead nodding at your words.

"That it is.", is all he ends up saying. And now Bucky Barnes is the one feeling like an idiot. Why won’t he say anything else when he was the one who asked you to come?

A phonograph strategically placed outside starts playing a soft song, something happy and sweet, nice enough to dance to. It’s a silent invitation for everyone to gather round and start having fun. A couple of soldiers already have their hands on nurses, pulling them to their feet as they start dancing together. Neither you or Bucky move.

"I like this song." You say, quietly. Are those words an invitation, too? You would never ask Bucky to dance. You’re a girl, after all, isn’t that his job? But you’re not against dropping a hint here and there.

Bucky’s heart thumps with anticipation, and he looks at you with almost an innocent, confused expression. The usual confidence in him is faltering just a little.

"Yeah?" He asks, his words almost a whisper.

"It's a good song to dance to." You reply.

Bucky's starting to get the hint, but he's scared he's misinterpreting things. You look so damn pretty next to the fire, and he wants to be close to you now, so very badly-

Bucky finally dares to speak, his voice soft and nervous. "Do you wanna dance?"

You don’t really ponder for an answer. You nod and mouth a soft yes, and the next instant Bucky is offering you his hand, getting up from his chair and giving you a small bow. The moment your hand rests on top of his, you think you can feel it. The spark. You’ve touched him before. A thousand times, every time he came to the infirmary to get himself patched up. But not like this - this is something else, it’s a little intimate, hands joined, feet walking side by side as he moves with you towards the center where everyone else is already dancing. One hand stays clasped to yours and the other rests on the small of your back, low enough to show you’re not just any girl but high enough to keep it respectful. Bucky knows the boundaries of a girl like you. Pretty, soft, intelligent, with money. Even if most of that doesn’t matter in a war.

“You look beautiful tonight.”, he finally says as he starts swinging with you to the sound of the song playing. You’re not surprised to find Bucky is actually a very decent dancer. You can imagined he’d make a show of taking girls dancing back home. “You always do. But even more tonight. Did you dress up like that just for me?”

There’s no denying it - it’s a little annoying how fast he goes from a soft gentleman, almost a little vulnerable, to a flirting tease. And by annoying, you mean you hate how much you like it that he shows both sides of him so easily to you when you barely know each other. When all you know about him is the exact placement of every scar and mark on his body because you’ve seen him undressed too many times to count.

“Don’t push it, Sergeant Barnes.”, you answer, trying to downplay his words, but it’s probably way too obvious at this point that you did dress up for him. Because he asked you to come, and you did, and now you’re here, in your pretty dress and red lipstick. His blue eyes catch yours for a moment, the soft night breeze not nearly cold enough to soothe the sudden warmth that spreads over your body when he looks at you like that.

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that.”, he huffs, and his voice does sound momentarily disappointed. There’s a reason why you mostly avoid calling him by his nickname, despite his insistence - because a nickname would mean proximity. Closeness. Calling him Bucky would let the door with a slight open crack where intimacy could seep through. Would invite him to come closer, press deeper.

“It’s your rank. I’m just being respectful.”, you murmur and you can swear you feel his hand tightening around yours, eyes flickering with something you don’t immediately identify.

“I think I’d like you to disrespect me a little.”, he answers and you almost choke on air, the way he says that so casually almost throwing you off balance as you sway in his arms. “You said it yourself yesterday - you’re not a soldier. You don’t answer to my rank. That means you don’t have to call me it, either.”

He’s right, and you know it. You stew on those words for a moment, looking to his side and ahead of you to avoid his gaze.

“Will you stop being a pain if I start calling you Bucky?”, you ask, unimpressed. Even though you’re not looking at him, you can see him smiling from the corner of your eye.

“No. I'll be even more unbearable, thinking you're finally giving me a crumble of attention.” At least he admits that. Then there's a moment of silence, and you feel Bucky's body stiffening even as he dances with you and keeps a steady rhythm. Like he's standing on words he can't afford to say, but wants to say them nonetheless. And he says them. “Can't stop thinking about you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The words make you blush, even though there's an attempt at denying any affect they have on you. He's always been smooth with his flirting, precise, but this feels so intimate, even as you dance together in the middle of soldiers and nurses. Like the world has stopped spinning for a bit.

“I want to steal the most breathtaking kiss of your life so you can’t stop thinking about me either.”, he continues, like he's incapable of stopping now that he's let the floodgates open.

And you’re only a woman. As much as you can pretend to not be affected by him, by the words he says, the way he looks at you, you feel the intensity of that sentence in every molecule of your body. Your heart is hammering in your chest, beating so loudly maybe everyone in this camp could hear it if they were silent long enough.

“Bucky-”, you start, and already is face is lighting up, warming up to the way you say his name. He thinks it sounds good on your lips, the way you say it, a little scolding, but careful, with a certain warmth behind it. You don’t say his name like you say other soldiers’. He notices it before you do. “You’re sweet and I appreciate your compliments, but you shouldn’t be saying those things.”

Bucky swirls you around to the rhythm of the song before pulling you back into his embrace and somehow, you feel like you’re even closer than you were before, like he’s holding you tighter against his body. You can feel the hardness of his chest through his uniform and your eyes are momentarily locked on his when he lets go of your hand and instead hooks his fingers under your chin, gentle, making you look at him.

“You think I’m sweet?”, Bucky says, a clear teasing tone in his voice. “Do you not want me to say those things because they make you uncomfortable or because you like them?”

You blink at him, slow, a little dumbfounded, because he’s catching you off guard with that question. The answer should be easy. It makes you uncomfortable to have him always trying to flirt with you in the infirmary, and now here, in front of everyone else. You want him to stop. But the truth runs deeper in your veins, threatening to come to light every second now. The way you’ve memorized every detail of his face and sometimes you see it when you close your eyes at night.

“Don’t do that.”, you ask, and this time, you’re the one who sounds slightly vulnerable, like you’re touching an open wound. “Whatever you want from me, Bucky, I’m not looking for it in this camp.”

Bucky loses some of his confidence when those words reach him, but his expression remains mostly unfaltered. He can take hits to his ego, he just wishes he didn’t have to. Every night, he’s been dreaming of you, the only good thing in this God forsaken place. But he doesn’t dare admit that, not to you, or anyone else.

“I was hoping you’d change your mind for a handsome Sergeant.”, he says after a second too long, and it’s enough for you to notice that your words hit like a blow. His hand moves from your chin and back to intertwine with yours, dancing with you like this conversation didn’t mean anything, like you were just a soldier and a nurse dancing the night away until either of you got too bored or too tired.

For the next week, there’s a slight shift between you and Bucky.

He’s come in to the infirmary once every day to get his wound cleaned and checked by you. As usual, he doesn’t let other nurses touch him, only ever asks for you, but when you tend to him, he doesn’t say much. A quiet hello, a few soft words and then he’s gone, disappearing into the crowd of soldiers. And you feel stupid. Because you miss the bantering. The flirting. The way his eyes looked at you with soft promises and stolen glances when he thought you weren’t looking. He’s distant, now, like he’s trying to respect the space you seem to want.

You said you weren’t looking for anything. You weren’t. But you seemed to have found it, and now that it’s lost you feel a little empty.

Today, you’re taking a small break to eat a hardtack cracker outside the infirmary when you see him. Sitting by a tree, a bit removed from the tents in camp, fiddling with a sniper riffle, putting it apart and back together and seemingly cleaning its parts. You think about approaching, then you think about leaving him be, and your feet are glued to the floor for half a minute while you try to decide what would be the best course of action.

You decide on the first. Slow, you walk over to him, and he hears your footsteps before you speak, but doesn’t say a word.

“Mind if I sit?”, you ask, sweet. Bucky points at the empty place next to him with the sniper.

“Go ahead.”

You do. Sit next to him, back against the large tree that offers shade to both of you, legs raised and pressed to your chest as you rest your head on top of your knees. You give him a look as he continues cleaning his weapon, barely giving you any attention.

“Are you okay?”, you ask, after a minute of just watching him. He shrugs.

“The wound is almost healed, so yeah.”

“I didn’t mean the gunshot wound. I meant-” A pause. How do you tell him ‘I miss your flirting’ after you made it clear you didn’t want him to do that? You’ll look stupid, or worse, childish. Just a rich girl who doesn’t know how to deal with being rejected. “You’ve been a little off, is all.”

That seems to get his attention. He looks up from his weapon, and his eyes meet yours. Bucky looks tired, more tired than usual, but there’s a softness to his blue eyes still. And despite it all, he smiles at you. Not the usual flirting type, the teasing - just a smile. Sweet, kind.

“You don’t have to worry about me.”, he answers, but it sounds so fragile in his usual confident frame that it sounds like a lie.

“I worry about all my soldiers. It’s my job as a nurse.”, you say with a soft smile. But then something flickers in your eyes. “Especially my favorite patient.”

He actually chuckles at that. “Thought you couldn’t have favorites.”

“I can make an exception.”

His eyes are on yours, and you feel like you might drown in that blue for a moment, because he’s just staring, like he’s trying to find the answer to a question he hasn’t asked you yet. He blinks once, and his eyes seem to dart to your lips for just a moment before he’s looking back up to your eyes.

“You pushed me away when we danced.”, he says, matter-of-fact. You did. Not physically, no, because you both danced until there’s was no more music to dance to, but he’d tried to be clear about his intentions and all you had to say was you weren’t interested.

“Nothing’s changed.” And that’s a lie, because everything did. “I’m still not looking for anything here.”

“You know-”, Bucky starts like he’s about to discard whatever you’ve just said. “If you want me to go back to courting you, all you have to do is ask. I’ve stepped back because, contrary to what you might think about me, I actually care and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Those words make your heart stutter, and your mouth almost hangs open before you catch yourself and press your lips into a thin life. You feel your cheeks heating up, hands a little shaky as you hold a sad piece of cracker in one of them. You’re not even hungry anymore.

“Is that what you were doing? Courting me?” Bucky’s raising an eyebrow at you as soon as the question slips past your lips.

“Did it not look like I was courting you?”

“Can’t say I’ve had many men doing that. It’s a little hard for me to tell.”, you admit, a little too quickly. Maybe that’s a piece of information Bucky didn’t need, maybe you didn’t have to tell him right away that you’re pretty inexperienced when it comes to men and their antics, but he doesn’t seem taken aback.

“Well, darlin’.” The pet name slips past his lips easy, and it does something to you. Why do you want to hear him call you that again? “I don’t mind being the one to show you how a man really impresses a woman. Even in times of war.”

And that’s a goddamn promise coming out of Bucky Barnes’ mouth.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #marvel fanfiction

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caprart1 · 3 months ago

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Feeling freaky so I'm going to rank 10 versions of Sephiroth based on smashability

10. First Soldier Sephiroth

I will not be smashing him, but I will be tucking him in at night and making sure the bed bugs don't bite. He'll be cradled in my arms and fed milk bottles stored at approximately 98.6° Fahrenheit (37° Celsius). That's my baby and I'm taking him in with open arms

9. OG Sephiroth

Very cute, one of my favorites, but I see him as more of a pet. I am so emotionally dependent on him. I have the irrepressible urge to forcibly pick him up to cuddle on my lap only to be offended when he moves away. He will be fed pumpkin spice friskies every morning

8. Kingdom Hearts 2 Sephiroth

MIGHT BE CONTROVERSIAL but only kinda smashable to me. I love the fit, but also... too many sharp edges for me. He's so pointy. If I can manage to get through his clothes without cutting myself up, his hip wings will be the next challenge. They would be so awkward, and they would stab me. I don't like hurt. Not fun

7. Advent Children Sephiroth

We enter smashing territory, but points taken off for having not seen Advent Children yet. Very cool, very dark, very brooding. I like that. He will never be a memory to me. Give me a one way ticket to pound town with him and my DNA will sing his praises for the rest of my life

6. Donbei Sephiroth

Heh... well... let's just say... I'll be slurping up his udon 🤤

5. Remake/Rebirth Sephiroth

Right in the middle, this is THE Sephiroth that he was always destined to be. Hot, cool, and classy. You can not go wrong with this bad boy. I would be his dutiful wife, making sure he has a hot plate of dinner ready at the end of every mission, and I would be there every night to relieve him of his aches

4. Dissidia Sephiroth

THE Sephiroth, but make him a little fancier. I am getting down on my knees before he can even utter the first consonant and licking his boots CLEAN. I am consuming every part of him, I will rip and chew through all of that leather with my bare hands and teeth just to get to him. Lord be with him, he will need his blessings against me

3. Crisis Core Sephiroth

Placing him high because I am more of a romantic than anything and I feel very romantic about him. I am smashing him very lovingly. He looks so soft to me. I would treat him so well. Together, we would go to Cosmo Canyon and gaze up at the galaxies beyond, and I would take both of his hands in mine and kiss him tenderly beneath the stars.... right before smashing heavyyy obv

2. Bizarro Sephiroth

Backshots of horrors and death! I am taking them all like a CHAMP. My back might be getting blown out but my passion will be intact. No matter how big he is, I CAN and I WILL make it work. His core looks like an egg to me and I will find the means to fertilize it myself

1. Safer Sephiroth

This is peak Sephiroth, this is what it all leads up to. With me and my insatiable hunger for this man, I would single handedly save Gaia from being struck by Meteor. Me and Safer will be doing the cosmic tango for eternity. If ever you think of me and wonder where I am, just simply look to the heavens where you will find me bearing the weight of the world and taking the load of this man's wrath, and know that I did it... for humanity. And for no other reason. On everyone's soul

#ff7 #sephiroth #sorry i get restless when i dont have any art to post #not very mysterious of me #saying all of this while being on the ace spectrum #1000 likes for me to smash rank alucard

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hailtheaeon · 3 months ago

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DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE

“You can hurt me do whatever you like.” -Sister, She Wants Revenge

summary: Jake's just gotten home a few days ago, and, after an interesting dream, he wants you to take the reins. wordcount - 4.5k

warnings: bondage, m sub, f top, p in v sex, bjs, hjs, f receiving oral, blindfolds, use of gag, unsafe sex (wrap it!), teasing, degradation, edging?

thank you to this lovely anon for the suggestion. I had so much fun writing this.

You and Jake hadn’t seen each other in three months, which was exactly three months too long. Sure, calling and pictures and FaceTime was fun. And the phone sex was great, you loved hearing his voice, loved hearing his pants and groans. But, it could never be enough. You craved him, ached for him, needed him. The touch of his skin was incomparable to anything else. His lips against your ear, muttering out praises to you. The way his arm slid around your stomach to hold you up when your knees would buckle, and the way he’d always switch positions before you both came so you could watch each other was the best thing. Aftercare made it even more special. Every time you’d put down the phone after he started with the usual phone sex line ‘what are you wearing right now?’ you’d feel only half satiated.

He’d been home for two nights, you were almost shocked at both of your self restraint. He was jet lagged and needed to rest and get used to sleeping in the same bed. And you couldn’t just demand for physical intimacy the second he walked through the door. Pouncing on him once he set his suitcases down was unrealistic, and mostly, you wanted him to be able to fully enjoy himself.

But, every morning you woke up next to him was more and more difficult not to just rut against him. His beautiful umber eyes shut, the ends of his eyelashes hitting his cheekbones. His pouty lips parted to let out soft snores. His pointy nose breathing in and out so softly except for the occasional snore, that septum surgery didn’t work too well. You wished you could bottle moments like this forever.

He looked like an angel.

Wrapping your index finger around a lock of his hair, you heard his breathing pattern shift. He sighed out through his nose, smacking his lips before his eyes slowly fluttered open, glazed over and glossy from sleep. Before he even said a word his hand reached out and pulled you tighter against him, you pressed a kiss to his temple, almost barely a touch. He huffed out, eyes finally turning to look at you. “Hm?” he hummed out, his eyes slightly closing.

You chuckled softly, running your thumbs over his eyelashes to get his eyes to open again. He grumbled, Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallowed down his spit. “Stop that.” he reached his hand up to push your thumbs away. His voice was deeper than usual, sounding more like Josh’s with the slight coarseness. They were so similar, but of course both boys would fully deny it. But no matter the similarities, you knew no one could fit into your heart like Jake.

“I had a weird dream.” Jake murmurs softly, brushing your hair back from your forehead. His brows furrowed and his lips parted, as if he’s contemplating telling you. What could be so bad that he would have to contemplate?

You slide your hand over his stomach and to his hip, squeezing it. “Yeah?” you encourage him, kissing his cheek.

He chuckles, eyes looking up as if he’s trying to remember all the details of his ‘weird dream’, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. “Well, I kind of wanna try it out.” his cheeks turn strawberry pink as he says that, as if he’s embarrassed to admit it.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “Did you have a sex dream about us?” you ask curiously. “Well, I hope it was us.” you joke softly, trying to make him feel less embarrassed about whatever dream he had that made him so nervous to tell you. Your hand reached up to rub at his shoulder down to his elbow.

His face softened at the touch and he huffed at the joke, eyes going back to yours. He licked his bottom lip again. “You um-“ his hand reaches up to brush the stray strands of hair away from his forehead. “Well, you- um- we were kissing and undressing and uh- you pushed me down and took your silk scarf, the one you like to use as a belt- and you blindfolded me and told me-“ he takes in a deep breath, and you can feel his dick twitch in his boxers, his crotch pressed to your thigh. “You told me that you wanted to have me how you wanted and um- you tied me up.”

Jake immediately looks away, reaching his hands up to bite at his nails, a nervous habit of his. You pulled his fingers away from his mouth, grinning a Cheshire grin. Jake was usually the dominant, even when it wasn’t something more hardcore, even when making love. This intrigued you. Was he embarrassed about this because he thinks you wouldn’t want it? Or did it make him feel less masculine? You didn’t know, but you felt the overwhelming urge to tease him about it. “You want to be tied up, huh?” you giggle softly, cupping his cheek. Your hand squeezes and pulls at his cheek, making him flush pink and shake his head, trying to deny what he just said.

“It’s okay.” you soothe him for a second before teasing him even more. “Jakey wants to be used?” He had a love hate relationship with you calling him that nickname, it was something he’d been called since childhood, something his twin and mother often called him. You calling him that made him feel smaller, less dominant. “That’s so cute.” you muse with a slight purr.

Jake squirmed slightly, you didn’t know how much you’d enjoy this until you saw him in this state. His face flushed, eyes squinted shut, lips in a pout. He turns his head into his pillow. “Fuck off.” he mutters under his breath, clearly affected by your taunting. You can hear him just enough, even though his voice is muffled by his pillow.

You slide your hair into his roots through the nape of his neck and grab a good chunk from the base of his head and yank him up. He yelps out, eyes widening. His lips quirk up slightly, silent recognition that you learned that from him. You lean in, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. “C’mon, admit it. If you want it, own that shit.” you whisper with bite, loving the power you had over him.

Jake gulps, clearly considering his options. His eyes nearly pop out of his skull when you tug at his hair again, pulling his back to your chest, leaning down to whisper again. “Tell me now.” you demand.

He weakly nods his head, eyes nearly rolling back to look up at you. He looked absolutely gorgeous, you couldn’t help but adore him like this, wondering why this hadn’t happened sooner. “Hm?” you taunt. “Speak up.”

“Please.” his voice is weak, almost a whimper as he finally breaks. His embarrassment gone, all he wants is for you to make his recent dream happen. You’re delighted at his response, seeing him beg and whine like he’d make you do so often when he was home.

“What’s that?” you grin a Cheshire grin, choosing to taunt him even more. Your hand still locked into the roots of his chestnut hair. Your other hand wrapped around his soft stomach, fingers squeezing at his right hip.

“I want it.” he admits, his hand going over yours on his hip, squeezing it. His thumb rubs over your knuckles, seeking comfort. He looked so needy, so submissive? You’d have never thought that before this morning, but he did. To you, he always radiated dominance and power, his rockstar self god like to people who didn’t know him. People would probably kill to please him, but you had him whining in your shared bed, begging to be tied up and used. And that made you feel so drunk on power.

But, here, in your shared home, in your bedroom, there were no screaming fans, no stage lights, no fancy outfits. There was just Jake, the way you knew him, the way you adored him most. Just the both of you, and that was perfect, the silent lucidity, the morning sun shining through the crack in the blackout curtains, the dark red silk sheets that were almost the color of blood. There was a comfort that you couldn’t reach anywhere else.

“Yeah?” you find yourself breathing out, making him shudder. You let go of his hair, not wanting to accidentally pull out a few strands. Jake lays the back of his head onto your shoulder, still looking up with those big and brown puppy-dog eyes. You lean down, pressing a kiss to the space between his thick eyebrows. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, only a moment, before they open again.

“Yeah.” he breathes out in the same way. “I’m already so hard just thinking about it.” his head drops from your shoulders to look down at himself. You peer over his shoulder, looking right at his crotch. He wasn’t lying, not that you thought he was. But, seeing is believing as they say.

You dropped your hand from his waist. “Can I?” you ask him, you’d always ask. He nodded eagerly, licking his lips in anticipation. You reach your hand down and give him a squeeze, his hips jolt up.

“Jesus- fuck!” he heaves, yelping out. He surely didn’t expect that. Usually, you’d trace your thumb down, or palm him, not immediately squeeze him like that. “Baby, careful.” his hand brushes over yours, pulling it onto his thigh.

“Too much?” you ask him, needing to know. You never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, you never wanted to accidentally hurt him.

“Too much in a good way.” he sighs out, squeezing your hand. “I don’t wanna cum in my boxers like a fuckin’ teenager.” he chuckles weakly, cheeks tinging the prettiest shade of coral pink.

“Okay, okay.” you hum in response, pressing a few chaste kisses to his temple. You would give him mercy now, not knowing how long that would last. You wanted him begging for mercy, wanted him to squirm.

You turn around, fixing the sheets for him to lay on top of. The black comforter is slightly wrinkled, you flatten out the wrinkles with your hand, pulling on the corners to make them neat. “You’re sure you wanna do this, right?” you ask, making sure he’s one hundred percent on this.

Jake nods eagerly, shifting so he’s lying down. You chuckle at his eagerness. “There’s one issue.” you start to point out. “We don’t have proper shibari rope.” you knew there were other ways to make it happen, but it wasn’t going to be one hundred percent accurate to his dream.

“Hold on.” you ran to the dresser and rummaged through the drawers, finally finding a couple silk scarves. You ran back over and sat them onto the bed. Jake squirmed anxiously in anticipation, watching you run around until you pulled out his leather guitar straps.

“Baby.” he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I don’t think those will be very practical. Is there anything else?”

“Well, I don’t want to wrap you with electrical cords, that might really cut off circulation, so will zip ties.” you explain your thought process. “And these can slip off, I’ll tie them together. But they’re strong enough that they won’t break. Just- just hear me out.” you hold them out to him, taking his bent thigh into your hand and wrapping the strap around his thigh and calf, just above where his foot met his ass.

“See?” you say, showing that it could work. “And, it’s kinda hot, I mean- I’m using your own shit against you.”

“Don’t say that.” you could see his dick twitch in his boxers, you grinned, loving his body’s reactions. His head immediately turned away, not wanting you to see how affected he was by this.

“What do you think? Hm?” you pull at this foot and place a kiss onto his ankle, looking up at his face. “Wanna be tied up with your own guitar straps, Jakey?” you hum with a slightly giggle, reeling at his beautiful expressions.

Jake twitches, unable to cover his groan when you say that. He presses his palm to his head and his head falls back, giving you a weak nod of his head. His hair already sticks to his skin, a sheen of sweat starting to form over his body.

You can see the goosebumps rise on his legs, and immediately your lips nip and bite and kiss up his calf. You stop just below the crease of his knee, making sure his whines were whines of anticipation and not distaste. Your other hand reaches over and grabs at his hip, holding him in place until you kiss to the crease of his thighs, sucking a harsh red hickey into the inside of his thigh. He yelps, his hips bucking. Jake bites his lip, eyes hooked on you.

“Baby.” he sighs out, body relaxing, shoulders slouching, his head sinking into the pillow. He reaches his hand down and scratches your scalp, making you hum in delight.

You do the exact same to his left leg, kissing from his ankle to his inner thigh. You spread apart his knees, looking up at him for his body language. He relaxes into it, no signs of hesitation or discomfort on his face.

Grabbing the guitar strap, you wrap it around his leg, taking his hand and making him stick his pointer finger in between the guitar strap and his thigh so that it doesn’t pull too tight or cut off circulation. Once you have it tied and fully secure, he removes his finger. His eyes look at his thigh, the heel of his feet hitting just below his asscheek. He flexes his muscles, the corners of his lips turning to a grin. He seems absolutely pleased, a delighted sparkle in his eyes as he rolls his ankle.

You tie up his left leg, pulling on the strap to make sure it wouldn’t break. “Fuck, Jakey.” you sigh out in complete awe. He always took your breath away, but this, this was something entirely different. It was like an offering to the gods, he was your offering. And you were absolutely going to take it. You ran your hands up his thighs, watching goosebumps rise again. His legs spread, cock splayed out for you. You couldn’t help but watch it twitch and bob while you teased him.

“You’re okay?” you ask him and he immediately nods.

“I’m good, I’m good. I promise.” he huffs out, offering you his hands in front of his stomach. “Can you also tie my hands?” he asks softly, big brown eyes pleading.

“Mm, maybe.” you hum, traveling your hand down his bare chest and stomach, stopping just below his belly button. His thighs twitch, bottom lip tucked between his front teeth. “I just don’t want you thinking that you can get your way.” you reach your hand up and pinch his right nipple, making his back arch immediately. He yelps.

“You’re too mouthy.” you can’t help but roll your eyes, reaching your hands down. Your thumbs hook just below the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them off. You take your underwear, ball it up and shove it into his mouth. He looks shocked at first before his face relaxes and his stuffed cheeks flush. He looked like a chipmunk. But, you couldn’t help but find him even more sexy. Now he couldn’t talk back.

He wiggles his torso, chest glistening in the sunlight that shines through the sage curtains of your bedroom. His brows are furrowed as if to tell you to just ‘get on with it’, and part of you wants to tease him further. You’re in control, not him. Your hand moves down his smooth stomach, your fingertips tickling his bare skin. His cock twitches again, and just because you can, your thumb presses down right into the slit of his cock. His eyes widen and his hips jerk up immediately, his groan suppressed by the fabric stuffed into his mouth. His eyes squint as if he's in pain. To finally give him something you remove the fabric from his mouth for just a moment. “Spit.” you demand, holding out the palm of your hand under his chin. You can see him gather spit with the way he sucks on the inside of his cheeks, a trickle of saliva falling into your palm.

His doe like eyes look up into yours for approval, you grin. “Thank you, pretty.” you compliment and he flushes pink yet again, always a sucker for compliments.

“Open,” you demand him yet again, and his lips part only slightly. “Wider.” you spit, and his mouth opens wide enough for you to stuff your underwear back into his mouth. You see his eyes sparkle, clearly enjoying this situation he put himself into.

Your dominant hand goes to the base of him, using his own spit to slick himself up. You torturously slide your hand up and down his length, but stop just before you reach the tip of his cock. Yet again, he squirms but what you don’t expect is for him to let out a muffled high pitched whine. The sound shoots straight to your stomach, making butterflies swarm inside. You’d never heard him make a noise like that in the entirety of your relationship, and though it was probably torture for him, you couldn’t help but want to hear it again.

So, you did it again, and the whine was louder, needier, as if he was begging. Sadly, you relented, taking your hand off of him before you started to pump his dick at the pace you usually did. His body relaxed once again, no longer tense as he melted into the plush navy pillows. His fingernails dug into the sheets beside him, trying so hard not to reach out and claw at you, to put his hand on top of yours and fix your pace. But, he stopped himself, letting you take the reins.

He jutted his hips up, trying his best to fuck into your hand and you immediately stopped with a smack to his inner thigh. “Jacob Thomas!” you scold him as if he stole a cookie from the cookie jar. You press your palm flat onto his stomach and push him back down.

Jake spits the underwear out of his mouth, the crumple of fabric falling onto his chest. “You’re fucking killin’ me, baby.” he groans out, hands reaching for your hips.

You smack his hands away, shaking your head. “You’re not playing fair,” you huff out, lips sticking out into an exaggerated pout to mock his own. His bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“You know what?” your lips form into a sick grin. “Since you can’t just sit there and look pretty, I’m going to put you to good use.” you flick his nose, your voice taking on a mocking tone, meaning to belittle him.

His cheeks tinge pink and he looks away out of embarrassment. But, he’s determined to please, so, his lips purse. “What do you- I mean- what do you need me to do?” he asks hopelessly as you straddle his stomach. His hands go up to squeeze your hips out of habit, but, before his fingertips touch your skin he forces himself to pull them back down. Why was this so damn difficult for him? Why couldn’t he just lay still?

“I’m gonna sit on your face.” you say with newfound confidence. “And you’re going to make me cum. And if you don’t do it fast enough I’ll make you do it over and over again until I’m satisfied.”

“Okay.” he gulps, face getting even redder. His cock twitches again. “Can I-” he huffs raggedly. “Can I touch you? Please?” his fingers twitch, hovering just beside your hips, centimeters away from touching you.

“You better start.” you laugh, giggles falling from your lips. He grabs you and sits you onto his face so fast the only thing you can do is yelp, feeling him silently chuckle below you, your hands resting on his flexing stomach. Thankfully or unfortunately, he immediately laps at you once your skin hits his lips. You’re pooling wet, you could already feel yourself dripping down your thighs just teasing him, but this, this was something that brought a whole nother level of arousal to your gut. He was so devoted, so eager, so willing, and the thought made you want to squeeze your legs shut.

His hand snakes up your ass to slip his fingers inside you and before he can you smack his hand away and he immediately retracts it, sinking his fingers into the other side of your hip instead. His tongue slips inside of you, curling it just as he would his fingers, squirming to find your sweet spot. He hits it after the third curl of his tongue, his nose bumping up slightly and hitting your clit in the process. Your hands fly from his stomach to his hair, pulling at it to ground yourself, to hold onto something, anything.

The pull at his strands of hair makes him groan into you, his tongue vibrating inside you. You squirm but his hands remain firm, pushing you back down onto him. “Jakey..” you whine out needily.

He squeezes your hips as if to say: ‘I’m here, I’m right here, I’ve got you.’ which makes your clit throb and your heart soften. You find yourself quickly teetering the ledge, bent over so your forehead can rest against the headboard.

You see stars, your orgasm coming over you in waves like the crashing of tides on the shore. Your toes curl, your thighs shake, and you gasp out breaths and pleas of his name. ‘Jake, Jake, Jake.’ is all that’s in your brain, and every time he makes you come, you're sure you forget your own name. The tides cool down and return back to the sea, just like you find yourself calming down, your eyes opening again, the stars slowly vanishing. You’d never had an orgasm from him giving you head that powerful, and that proved to you that he was desperate enough for his own release. His hands on your hips pulled you to sit on his chest, his chest rising sharper and faster than usual. You could even feel his heartbeat rapidly pacing through your thigh.

Jake’s eyes sparkle with delight, a stupidly giggly and proud grin on his face. His nose, chin, lips, and neck is covered with your release and wetness, small drips rolling down from his neck and stopping near his collarbones. He licks his lips, pink tongue lapping at whatever he can reach. This makes you remember your first encounter, his fingers glistening, and he immediately popped them into his mouth. You practically gagged, unsure and grossed out as to why anyone would do that, let alone enjoy it. Jake was one of those guys who loved giving as much as getting, but you were almost positive that he liked spending more time between your legs than you spending time between his legs.

“That was, fuck- that was hot, pretty.” Jake compliments you, wiping his nose and chin off with the back of his palm. He gulps, his tongue peeking out to lick at his top lip once again. “And you taste as secular as the apple that the serpent offered Eve, tangy, sweet, sour, all of it.”

He grins up at you, his heart thumping in antici… pation as Frank N Furter would say. “You’re fuckin, nasty.” you can’t help but giggle, never knowing how to take a compliment, especially one as raunchy and detailed as his.

“‘S not nasty, you enjoy it.” he wiggles his eyebrows in a way that is way too Josh for your liking. You grab his hair at the root and tug it. “Ouch! Fuck, baby!” he yelps, sinking back.

“You’re being too mouthy, should I gag you again?” you grab your underwear that had dropped to the floor. He looks at the underwear, damp from his saliva and shakes his head.

“You were supposed to uh- blindfold me.” Jake chuckles weakly, still breathing heavily. You roll your eyes at him with a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, princess.” you hop off of him and grab your silk scarf off of the vanity, folding it over before dangling it over him like a cat toy. “This?” you tilt your head.

Jake lifts his head and you wrap your scarf around his eyes. “How many fingers am I holding up?” you joke, holding absolutely no fingers up.

“Dunno, I can’t see shit.” Jake mutters, the corners of his lips turning up into a subtle yet noticeable grin. You poke his nose, giggling when it scrunches up.

After only minutes he’s writhing and whining from just your mouth, your dominant hand reaches to cup his balls. His back arches, hips jutting into your touch, gasps leaving his lips. “Oh! Fuck! Please!” he begs, bottom lip tucked between his front teeth.

“It’s yours.” you reassure him, lifting your mouth from his cock, drool connected from your lips to the tip of his cock. His hips lift up once again to seek out your mouth, he shudders.

“Please, just- I’m almost there.” he whines pitifully, hand reaching out for yours. He tugs you down by your wrist. “I’ll do anything, just, let me have it.” he begs, he’d never begged you before and you were shocked at how much you liked it.

“Anything?” you grin at that, and he immediately nods his head.

“Even takeout?” you joke, mouth hovering over his tip, you lick his slit.

“Yes!” he jolts at the sharp buzz of pleasure. “Fuckin’ anything.”

You sink back down onto him as far as you can, trying to suppress a gag, an inch or two from taking him fully. You bob your head faster, practically milking him as his thighs start to shake and his body tenses up. Your other hand goes to his stomach, sliding up and finding his hand. He squeezes your hand tightly. “‘M so close, don’t-” he stutters. “Don’t stop.”

You squeeze his hand to tell him you’re not planning on stopping, and suddenly, you feel his cock throb. He twitches, trembling underneath you, hand squeezing even tighter. And then, you can feel him spurt into your mouth, his cock twitches, and you keep your mouth onto him to swallow him down. After a minute, you lift yourself up, wiping your mouth.

Your hands go for the blindfold, pulling it off of him. Then, after his body fully relaxes back you untie him, looking at his thighs to see if there are any welts or marks. The skin is red, but not irritated, it just needed to breathe.

“When can we do that again?” he heaves out, breathless yet happy.

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aayakashii · 1 year ago

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Idk if your still taking requests but can I have nsfw of taiga hoshibami? 👉👈

oooo boy, writing for Taiga is very hard for me, because I don't wanna make him too ooc (´×ω×`) but I think I did it?? At least I hope you like it (´ᵕ `ก).｡

late nights with Taiga headcanons

Warning: NSFW !!! MINORS DNI !!!

You are not going to be at your dorm, oh not at all. You're his doll, and you're going to be right where he wants you to be, following all his orders – compliant, obedient.

He'll be putting his secret torture chamber to good use.

You'll be a little scared, granted.

But even if Taiga is intimidating during his daily life

When he's horny, all he thinks it's about your body and how many times he can make you cum for him.

He wastes no time stripping you off all your clothes and tying you to his chair.

His eyes are half-lidded and darkened with lust, the tent in his pants already making him more impatient than he usually is.

He doesn't care about taking his own clothes off, just undoing a few buttons on his shirt and on his pants.

If you wanted to see his beautiful toned body, I'm sorry, better luck next time~

Right now, it's all about YOU getting naked and pretty for him.

Taiga grabs an ominous looking box from one of the corners of his room, leaving them right beside your feet.

You sneak a peek at the contents and your eyes widen as you see a wide variety of dildos, vibrators, plugs and lubes.

He smirks when he sees your expression, biting his bottom lip with his pointy teeth so hard it bleeds.

His tongue darts out to lick the droplets of his own blood and, suddenly, he feels hungrier than ever.

Caging you in between his arms and the chair, he pants loudly against your face, his hardened dick making him move his hips unconsciously, desperately trying to find a way to get off.

Once he reaches the soft skin where your shoulder meets your neck, Taiga bites hard.

You gasp and moan in pain (or is it pleasure?) as you feel his sharp teeth pierce your skin, warm blood leaking from the punctures.

He laps up the fluid and shifts his position, resting his crotch against one of your hands and humping mindlessly.

Understanding the assignment, you grab his bulge as best as you can while tied, while Taiga fucks into your hand, still sucking the blood that leaks from the bite marks he left.

Right as you feel his cock twitch harder against your hand and his thrusts begin to feel erratic, Taiga stops .

“Not gonna cum before you” he murmurs, voice raspy and low, right next to your ear and you shiver.

Rummaging through the box, Taiga fishes out a huge vibrator, quickly turning it on to test it.

Once he sees how your eyes widen at the sight of how strong and fast the vibrator moved, Taiga smirked devilishly and immediately kicked the box to the side after grabbing a few bottles of lube.

“Let's see how you scream for me, huh?” he says, a crazed smile plastered on his face, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he licks your neck

And he slowly inches the vibrator towards your most sensitive parts...

A loud gasp comes out of your mouth as the vibrator touches you, and you soon squirm against the chair, the stimulation being too sudden and too strong.

You beg for his mercy as your hips buck forward unconsciously, a puddle of wetness quickly forming under you.

Taiga laughs and latches his mouth onto your nipples, sucking harshly and nicking them with his teeth, the few and small droplets of blood making him groan against your skin as he pushes the vibrator forward and into your hole.

The sudden intrusion makes you squeal and Taiga gives it a few thrusts, before pulling it out and assaulting the area in which you were more sensitive again.

“Nah, the only cock that's going inside of you is mine" he says, sudden anger flashing on his eyes, as if he was jealous of how the piece of silicon made you feel

"Now you're just gonna cum with this” he claims, final.

It doesn't take long for you to be pushed over the edge – his name elongated into a loud moan while you cum and buck against the toy.

Taiga doesn't let you ride your orgasm, quickly fiddling with the ties that kept your limbs restrained.

He carries you onto his luxurious bed, throwing your body, that still buzzed with the mind-numbing orgasm you just had, onto the bed.

And he crawls over your figure, much like a tiger that is ready to pounce over its prey.

His cock teases your hole and he smirks at your moan, enjoying how sensitive you are despite how tired you got.

Now it's his turn to cum good and hard and you'll be the perfect tight hole to milk him dry~

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker x reader #tokyo debunker taiga hoshibami #taiga hoshibami #ask

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 7 months ago

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I'm asking for😏 moon knight boys vampire smut pls 😏

Oo! This one's a surprise. I'll do it!!! ;)

Three course meal

Vampire!Moon boys x f!reader

Cw/triggers: Blood, biting, markings, nsfw, smut, p in v, possessive behavior (and kind of orgasm denial at first)

Jake, Marc and Steven are particularly hungry and horny.

"God, love, please stay strong one more second, yeah?"

Steven mumbled against your wrist, drinking slowly while his eyes were fixed on your face, he started moving again after he stopped to make you focus more on your neediness rather than his slurping and the feeling of his fangs in your wrist.

"One more second and I'm done for today." He reassured, thrusting harder.

Steven's drinking stopped but he didn't pull away, his fangs aren't retreating either.

"Such a good girl, always there for us whenever we need you." Steven couldn't resist taking another sip of your sweet blood.

Then, his eyes changed, turning more hungry and possessive. When he finally pulled away, he took a moment to admire the small punctures of Steven's fangs.

"There you go, wrist perfectly marked up," his eyes swept over to your face. "but... your neck needs some markings too."

His deeper voice left no doubts about who's fronting.

Marc.

He rolled his hips against yours, the constant reminder of getting pushed on the edge had your eyes rolling back from the delicious friction.

Marc's cold hand slowly came up to your throat, his fingers wrapping gently around your delicate skin, giving just a slight pressure where he knew your tasty neck vein would be.

He leaned down, pushing himself fully into you while at it. "Try focusing on my cock."

The pointy tip of his fangs pressed against your skin.

"Your tasty veins are ours." he chuckled softly before plunging his fangs into your neck, while simultaneously pulling almost all the way out of you and sheathing himself back into your wet depths.

The groans both of your escaped were almost unholy.

"Fuck!" Marc groaned against your skin, starting to drink slowly in order for you not to pass out from all the bloodloss you already endured.

You started feeling lightheaded, but as if somehow sensing it, Marc occasionally stopped drinking only for your to get your bloodflow regulated before drinking again while keeping his pace steady to keep you on the edge.

"Faster please..." you begged. "Need more–"

Marc smiled against you. "I'm almost done, but we aren't finished yet, honey."

When he was done, he swept his tongue over the wound to close them, then pulled back to look at you.

His eyes were different again, more predatory and cold.

"Our territory is almost marked." He grins, flashing his fangs at you with your blood staining his lips. His stronger tone hit you.

Jake.

"You want to come? If you come faster than you're about to pass out I'll allow it." Jake teased, gently cupping your face to tilt it into the other direction to expose the other side of your neck without any markings.

He gave you no time to answer, pounding into you and leaning down to your other vein, wasting no time to plunge his fangs into your delicate skin.

Your hips bucking up to meet his, desperate for release. Jake drank faster, his hips slamming against yours in frenzy. The feeling of finally getting what you wanted had your belly tighten up.

"Oh fuck- Jake, I'm gonna–"

You were about to get your release any second now, but with Jake drinking this fast you also felt about to pass out.

Then it hit you like lightning, your orgasm had Jake on the edge too, and he spilled himself inside you seconds after your release.

Jake slowly retracted himself from your neck, licking the wound close and pulling his softened cock out of your well-fucked hole.

"Look at those beautiful marks on you." Jake licked his lips, cleaning off your blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand.

You were at the brink of passing out, a heaving mess on the bed.

"Go get your rest now, sweetie. We will be there when you wake up." Jake's expression softened, his hand gently stroking your cheek before he rolled off, laying down beside you and pulling you into his arms.

"You were so good, just like always when we've gotten like that."

He moved in, giving your temple a lingering kiss before he closed his eyes.

"Sweet dreams."

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mxon2light · 1 month ago

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Obey Me! Head cannon dump pt 2

Appearance head cannons for the brothers!

Lucifer

I mean, we all know Lucifer, however I feel like there's a little bit more to him. He has straight hair, but not completely straight, it's on the edge of wave, like him. He's kinda tall, not huge but I'd say he's about 6'6 or so. Athletic build, his isn't too strong to be bulky like Beel, but he still exudes this overly masculine energy. Definitely gives me muscular dadbod vibes. I think he's just making up for being a bottom. 💀

As for body mods, he most definitely has gauges, not huge ones but like you can kinda tell, he has a couple tattoos, not ones you can see very easily.

This man has scars GALORE. He puts up with his brother's shenanigans way too much and occasionally gets hurt for getting in the middle. Belphie even bit him once when he was trying to get that emo gremlin to calm down, he still has the mark on his arm. However, he also has scars on his back from where his extra wings got torn off. His back is very sensitive and he doesn't like it getting touched.

Not a lot of distinct facial features other than his thick ass eyebrows, he has a nose similar to Sylus' from LADS, and medium sized overturned lips. The bottom is a little bigger than the top lip, and he absolutely has frown lines and eye bags. This man is OLD and GRUMPY.

Light skin tone, yellow/orange undertone. You can easily tell when he's embarrassed because he's a pale king, also very easy to tell when he's sleep deprived.

Mammon

Two words, Napoleon complex. Not as bad as Belphies or Asmo's, but you can tell it's there. Twunk build, iykwim, definitely no huge definition there but you can tell he's got a good amount of muscle. He's around 6'5, give or take a half inch. He has textured hair, not exactly coily, kinda curly and wavy at the same time. but since he styles it all the time you can barely tell.

This man has a handful of tattoos, there's definitely at least one on his ass cheek, a couple on his chest, three on his arms and the rest are on his hands. He has an eyebrow piercing, a couple ear piercings, and a tongue piercing. You know this man has his nips pierced and probably a Jacobs ladder.

Mammon doesn't have a lot of scars, however, due to his horrible mental state, (me too king), he does have old self harm scars on his shoulders. He also has a couple burn marks on his hands and arms from attempting to cook, and lastly a big slash over his chest from the celestial war.

This man has DIMPLES. Literally the only thing that's immediately noticeable about him. Long nose, pointy, it has a straight slope instead of a curved one. BIG LIPS, not huge, but like you just know they add to his kissability.

Olive/tan skin tone, golden/red undertone. When he feels like it he'll put on pretty gold eyeliner and he looks like an Egyptian god holy FUCK.

Leviathan

Also a twunk build, but he definitely has a bit of a tummy, still kinda skinny though. He's about the same height as Mammon as well, probably leaning towards 6'4. He has straight hair but it's in the middle, still gets tangled occasionally, but it's VERY oily. My man needs a clarifying shampoo and preferably a looser hold hair gel. My boy looks like jungkook in like 2017. 😔

A lot of piercings, multiple ear piercings and gauges, snake bites, and a tongue piercing. No tattoos, however he did cover up some scaring with the help of a tattoo artist.

Multiple self harm scars, especially on his arms and thighs. Luckily he doesn't do that anymore because, y'know, therapy.

Freckles, all over, especially on his face. Button nose, kinda small but not itty bitty. Thin-ish lips, they're not horrible, definitely heart shaped though. Acne scars, they're kind of healed but he has some divots on his face.

Light pale skin tone, blue/yellow undertone. His freckles are kinda blue too, it's giving biblically accurate mermaid.

Satan

Slightly more muscular than the last two, sleeper build. He is a soft boy, the only really defined muscle on his body is his pecs and arms. Definitely has a dump truck, change my mind. 6'6, hair texture similar to Lucifer's, but just a bit more wavy.

Not a whole lot of body mods, he has his ears pierced and an industrial on his left ear. Maybe a tattoo, but it's small, probably on his chest.

Not a lot of scars either, just a couple on his hands from learning how to use a knife and repeatedly cutting his fingers in his books. We love a clumsy king. 🙏

Also a freckly boy, I don't think he had much acne but maybe a little. Asmo would kill him if Satan didn't do at least a little bit of skincare while he stays up way too late reading his philosophy books and poetry. Slightly smaller nose compared to Lucifer's, a little more button-like. His lips are medium sized, bow shaped.

Pale skin, pink undertone, maybe close to a salmon undertone.

Asmodeus

He do be small. Tiniest waist in the devildom for other men to grab onto, definitely dorito shaped. Not a whole lot of muscle definition except for his arms, however he does have a dump truck. On the shorter side for demons, probably 6'2-6'3. Curly hair, not coily though, you will NEVER find this man without a bonnet at night. When he gets in bed he has his skincare on, hair mask, curl cream, bonnet.

He's a clean boy, just ear piercings, maybe two or so. A single tattoo of a heat over his heart, also where his pact mark is.

No scars, maybe some stretch marks but that's about it.

Freckles, mostly on his face, a couple on his body. Glowy skin, he is literally so perfect THAT SHOULD BE ME. Medium button nose, cute round lips, he's so adorable omgggg

Medium skin, rosey undertones.

Beelzebub

Big boy, very bulky, but he definitely has a dadbod. He's so squishy. (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з˘)⁠っ⁠ Definitely 6'11-7'. He's just a very large man. Wavy hair, a little bit of texture but not like Mammon or Asmo. I will say this one last time because we all know Belphie is built like a plank, HE HAS A FATTY.

He gives off alternative vibes, so a good amount of piercings but no tattoos, like an eyebrow piercing, snake bites and a couple ear piercings.

He is covered in scars, some are really old, some are newer. They range in size and shape, that's mostly why people are really intimidated by him even though he's a total sweetheart. I would be too, what do you mean there's a 7 foot demon with biceps the size of my head behind me?

Another freckled bb, he's absolutely covered in them too. His nose is on the bigger side, but it is in a button like shape and slightly pointed at the end. Medium lips, slightly overturned but it's cute when he goes golden retriever mode and begs for food.

Medium skin tone, on the lighter side, orange undertone.

Belphegor

Skinny, this man can fit through anything. Slight muscle, like he's not exactly a leaf but he's still thin. 6'3½, not exactly tiny but not huge. Straight hair with a slight wave, but this emo boy will never admit it for the fringe.

Say it with me, gauges, snake bites but only with spikes, septum piercing, ear piercings and an industrial piercing. Some tattoos, mostly on his arms and hands.

Self harm scars on his legs and wrists, he covered some of the ones on his arms up with tattoos.

No freckles, but definitely dimples, some acne scars, eye bags, and a beauty mark by his eye. Similar nose to Lucifer, curved slope, a little more rounded tip than pointy. Overturned lips as well, but they're well sized.

Pale skin tone, blue undertone, a very cold color.

Authors note: What? No, I don't have favorites, what are you talking about? *Que sweating profusely and shaking like a dryer*

#obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #demon bros #this took way too long pls help me

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24-2-25 · 1 year ago

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❝YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!❞ ― sim jake

synopsis | you’re notorious for you’re bad luck in dodgeball. seems like the cute boy from your math class also has bad luck, considering he’s always there to keep you company on the ‘out’ wall.

wc | 1.1k

pairings | jake x fem!reader

genre | one shot, fluff

tw | dodgeball??

note | i wrote this in like 2022… it’s finally out 😼

you were notorious for your bad luck in the horrid hell game, also known as dodgeball. Everyone in you class knew it, your sigh can be heard through crowd when the game is announced.

As a person who isn’t a widely known dodgeball champ, you decide to a stick near the back where it seems the safest.

wrong.

lo and behold, as you stood near the back corner of the gym hiding from the treacherous foam balls, a purple ball comes flying and hits you hard on the shoulder.

“ow fuck!” you hissed holding your shoulder. your classmate on the other side cheers and high fives one of his friends.

ew teenage boys are all the same, prepubescent, smelly and far from mature.

you sat on the edge of the wall where all of hit students stayed.

you sat your back against the wall and as you got comfortable, a soft “hi” came from above you.

“oh jake hey.” you respond, still holding your shoulder from the impact.

“ah sorry about that! beomgyu gets a little competitive when it comes to pe class.” a sheepish smile appeared on his face as he apologized.

“nah it’s all good, it’s not like this was the first time.” you laughed it off.

his face brightened at your laugh, a pointy smile forming on his face.

“yeah you always seem to be on this wall. it’s almost as if there’s a reserved spot for you!” his cute giggles fill your ears.

okay you take it back, not all teenage boys were smelly and immature. especially not jake. he was the sweetest, kindest, most athletic and academic boy in your class. not to mention his insanely good looks and cute australian accent.

with that he was the most sought out boy of your grade, and you were glad that you could call him one of your friends. at least you hope he considered you a friend. after all he always talked and texted you.

“i’m surprised you’re here. you’re like so athletic.” you smiled at him.

“oh you know.. we all have our weaknesses.”

for example you, and he thinks that’s his biggest one.

jake couldn’t remember when he started to like you. your magnetic and captivating personality seemed to catch his eye the first time he saw you interact with your friends.

he couldn’t forget your pretty face and cute smile. and the sound of your laugh? best sound to ever bless his ears.

maybe it was when you offered to show him around without being told to when he first moved from australia. maybe it was your alluring kindness and generosity. he couldn’t tell for sure, but he did know that he wanted to be yours.

“that’s funny, who knew the most athletic kid would be bad at dodge ball.” you stated and he laughed and shrugged.

“you always seem to get hit around the same time as me though. it’s like fate.” you added, laughing.

he flushes a bit and laughs.

“i’d hope it is.” he whispers.

your teacher announced a jail break and you sigh, getting up from the wall and walking towards the back of the gym.

you had a good 5 minutes of peace before a dodge ball comes rushing and hit you square in the face.

“OW!” you screech. it was foam but damn the shit hurt. the person who threw that put his blood, sweat and tears in that.

“SORRY!” a your friend jisung screamed and ran up to you.

“han jisung you did not just hit me in the face.” you sighed annoyed holding your nose.

“my bad y/n. I’m sorry!” he tried comforting you.

you let go of your nose, then a red streak of blood came rushing out of your nostril.

“it’s fine-”

“shit y/n! your nose is bleeding!” he cut you off and screamed.

you wiped your nose with you finger and saw blood, cursing under your breath.

“i’ll help you and bring you to the offi-” he offered.

“hey jisung i can take her i’m out anyways!”. jake came running toward you guys. you didn’t care who came with you, you just needed to get there.

“okay thanks jake!” jisung smiled, getting back into the game.

“let’s go quick y/n.” he ushered you out of the gym. by then, your nose was bleeding on to your sleeves.

once you got into the office and sat with a tissue in your nose, you suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment.

“oh god that was so embarrassing!” you cried.

jake who was sitting next to you with a tissue box in hand giggled a bit. “no! it wasn’t.”

“you’re laughing!” you sighed, pouting at him.

“thanks for taking me here by the way. if jisung came with me he’d probably cause chaos in here.”

“nah it’s nothing.” he stated calmly, passing you another tissue.

“no you really didn’t need to do that.” you smiled while taking the tissue and changing it out with you old one.

“it’s funny that you got out at the same time though. again on accident i can’t believe it!”

“yeah on accident.” he sounded guilty?

“wait you did it on purpose?” you rose a brow.

“uh…no.”

“yes you did. why?” you questioned.

“because i wanted to be close to you.”

your mind was buzzing with questions and confusion. why would he want to be close to you? why would he lose on purpose? he loves sports.

“you see, i’ve kinda liked you since last year and i never really get the time to see you unless it’s gym or math class.” he suddenly got shy and avoided you gaze.

“huh? me? why?” you asked, confused. why would he like you? you didn’t consider yourself as pretty nor did he ever show interest in you before. where did this come from.

“it’s okay if you don’t like me bac-”

“i like you too.” you blushed.

“wait really?” his eyes widened.

“why wouldn’t i? you so sweet and smart and like amazing. why do you like me?”

“your just-“ he sighs almost lovingly and you immediately knew.

you laugh. “you’re silly! why would you lose purposely at a game to sit with me by the wall?”

“because i can’t talk to you otherwise, only on texts.”

“whatever goof, let’s go back to class.” you laughed again, getting up.

“fine, but only if you agree to a date with me?” he asked, extending his hand.

“sure, jake.” you smile, taking his hand and exiting the office.

maybe your bad luck in dodgeball wasn’t so bad.

#enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x reader #jake fanfic #jake sim x reader #jake x reader #jake enhypen #jake sim fanfic #jake x you #jake fluff #jake imagines #jake sim scenarios #jake sim fluff #jake sim imagines #sim jake x reader #✧― meimeiwrites!

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insanelyadd · 1 year ago

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A Papyrus related question. Since you have your own versions of Fresh, Ink and Error!Papyruses... have you ever thought of Dreamtale!Papyrus? (Or two, if not to remove Dream or Nightmare?)

Just curious about that, given that there are versions of Dreamtale where one of them is replaced by Papyrus...

Yes I do actually, let me dig around in my files real quick.

Dream Papyrus would have a sunset color scheme (soft yellows peaches, pinks, and purples) and his cape is made of clouds. He can sit on his cloud cape and fly around with it and he can sometimes be seen taking naps on it. He can disguise himself as a cloud in the sky as well. Honestly think this design is still pretty great, I really like the cloud pauldrons. Maybe if I were to redo it I would change the soft scalloped edged of his boots and gloves to be pointy instead and make them look like the sun (and rays).

Nightmare Papyrus! His color scheme would be stereotypical night colors (silver, midnight blue, deep indigo, and various shades of cool purple and almost-purple blues) and while he looks sticky and slimy, he doesn't feel that way. The darkness on his body is actual darkness and shadows, a dark cloud that he can conjure to haunt your sleep. He can disappear into shadows and summon sleep paralysis demons to torment people. He doesn't usually do that though, because he's just tired himself. Unlike Dream Papyrus who can rest peacefully, he cannot sleep without sleep paralysis and night terrors. He can also completely remove the darkness clinging to him but that would involve using it on people.

Bonus info: They are BOTH modeled after classic Papyrus, Nightmare Papyrus DIDN'T just turn into a swap because he's "evil angry sad boy! >:((" he actually takes his responsibilities seriously and thinks critically about using them. Neither is evil and their backstory is totally different from the Sanses because they are simply the extradimensional manifestation of dreams and nightmares from one specific branch of the multiverse. Dream Pap is also a lot more serious than he looks, because he's not just the dreams you have when you sleep but dreams for your future, just like how Nightmare Papyrus isn't just the horrors you can experience from sleep but also your worries and anxiety for the future.

#utmv #undertale multiverse #dream papyrus #nightmare papyrus #addreamtale #dreamtale #papyrus #ut au

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kpopsexstories · 8 months ago

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mayby in the future more milf stories with the rest of nct dream ??

I feel like I'm doing too much Dream stuff lately 😅 But hey, you like it, I like it, so let's keep going. Please enjoy Chenle with an older woman 😊

(And yes, to make it easier to find milf-stories specifically I'm turning this into a mini series, though it will be random/disconnected milf stories with any idol (not just Dream) and an unnamed woman. You can expect more of this style of story in the future 😉)

One-shot #12: NCT Chenle has sex with an older woman

This is the 12th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Story: Chenle is out of his comfort zone when he's seduced by an older, much more experienced woman who teaches him great sex.

Celebrity: NCT Chenle

Sex Content: Chenle sucks her tits, gets a blowjob, she rides him, he makes her come.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.8k

Chenle sits naked on the edge of a bed, stunned like he's just seen a ghost. A woman has just undressed right in front of him. His hard dick is throbbing, pointing straight out between his legs. He's not quite sure how he ended up in this situation, but boy is he glad he did. You wouldn't believe so if you saw his terrified expression.

The woman smiles seductively at him, but there's a hint of compassion in her look. She's significantly older than him and can sense his insecurity. She just wants to take care of him like her baby.

Chenle can't stop staring at her large breasts when they approach his innocent face. “I've been waiting for you,” the woman says, her voice drenched in passion and desire.

“Wh- what do you mean?” Chenle stutters.

She grabs a boob and squeezes it. She's within an arms length. “I mean it's feeding time.”

Chenle can't believe what is happening. He wants this – her – so bad and she knows it, but the way she acts is new territory for him. He's worried, and frozen in place.

“Are you hungry?” she asks when her broad and pointy nipple is just a finger away from his glaring eyes. Her legs brush against his as she stands in front of him, offering her tits to him.

“Y-yes,” Chenle whimpers.

She leans forward and squeezes the boob harder. Chenle lifts his head and the hard nipple touches his soft lips.

He kisses it instinctively, puts it in his mouth and sucks it.

“Mmm, yeah,” the woman moans. “Yeah, my baby.”

Chenle is mesmerized and bewildered by the situation but has long since decided to go with the flow. The dick throbs harder as he reaches out to touch the boob. She lets go of it and let's him feel it.

He scoots forward, his ass balancing on the edge of the mattress while his nose presses against the soft tissue offered to him.

“Yeah, that's it,” the woman says a little louder. “Yeah, you're hungry, aren't you baby? Oh yes, eat, my baby, eat.”

Chenle is triggered by the words. He opens his mouth wide and sucks the boob harder. He sticks out his tongue and licks it, playing around the areola. He wets a large area with saliva and lust.

His hands come to life as he fondles her. He reaches up with both to squeeze and feel the tits. She leans far down over him, and soon his face is buried between them.

“Mm, my baby, oh yeah,” she moans.

Omg, omg, omg! he thinks.

When his hands leave her breasts and he feels her mushy sides, the woman stands up slowly. She looks down at the man and smiles, glancing at the rock hard cock.

“Baby, do you want to have sex with me?” she asks as her body pulls away from the now addicted Chenle. She knows the obvious answer but wants to hear him say it. He's just gotten a taste of her and of course he wants more. Oh boy does he want more.

“Yes,” he says lowly, almost afraid to look up and face her.

“Yes what?” she asks.

“Yes, I want to have sex with you.”

“Are you still hungry?”

Chenle stares at the breasts, but that's not what she means. “Yes.”

She starts to hunch down, lowering herself slowly in front of him. She puts her hands on his knees and separate them, letting her own legs in between.

Chenle leans on the palms of his hands behind him. He can feel her presence, the warmth of her mature body, the sex radiating between them.

She begins to kiss his chest. She plants her plump lips on his skin, licking him from just below his chin to his belly button. The breasts stroke his throbbing boner when she goes down on him.

When the lips reach the dick, they kiss it softly while she curiously awaits his reaction. She glances up at him. His wide open mouth and bewildered expression amuses her. I still got it, she thinks.

Chenle is so stunned he doesn't move a muscle. When her wet lips engulf the head he hold his breath, and a strong sensation shoots from his groin and into his body.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! a voice repeats in his head. His in way over his head.

She pleasures him in silence, sucking and licking his dick for several minutes. She takes it all the way inside her mouth, holding it by the root while her head moves up and down between his thighs.

She does one final length from the root to the head, her lips wrapped tight around the shaft. “How's that baby?” she asks when it falls out.

Chenle can't speak. She flicks her tongue on the head to tease him, and smiles seductively when their eyes meet across his stomach.

He twists his face and lets out a strained breath. “Yeah, do you like it?” she asks.

“Mm-hm.”

Then she stops, and Chenle is worried again. Has he done something wrong? Is she disappointed in him? He has now idea what to do or how to please her.

The woman stands back up, using his thighs for balance as she pushes herself back on her feet. Fuck, I'm not thirty anymore, she thinks and groans.

Chenle doesn't even notice her struggle. He's just eager for more, horny and desperate. When she turns away from him, hand on her lower back to reduce the pain, and her full and slightly saggy ass sways in his face, his mind is all over the place. He worries that he's done something wrong, and that she's about to put her clothes back on and leave.

The woman's older age has crossed his mind several times since they first met, but not even once since she took off her clothes in front of him. Her maturity is appealing and exciting to the young man, and her interest in him is turning his youthful body on. All he can think of when he's looking at her naked is how badly he wants to have sex with her, and how unbelievable it is that he's in this situation.

The woman quickly realizes that she likely doesn't look very sexy in this moment. It suddenly bothers her, and she quickly composes herself. To hide the fact and keep Chenle hooked, she returns to him and plants the palm of her hand on his chest.

She pushes him down and he falls backwards on the bed. “Move up,” she instructs as she comes to lay beside him. She grabs his cock and holds it firmly, as if he's a dog on a leash and she's preventing him from running away.

They both want this. They both need this. And they're both thrilled to be here. Neither of them have anything to worry about.

Chenle does need guidance though. He remains in his frozen state, stunned and unsure, but excited and hot. His mind becomes fully focused on the firm hand and fingers around his shaft, and on the hot naked body so close to his. The blowjob and the sensation it gave him is still fresh on his mind, but as they lay down side by side he realizes for the first time that sex is not just a possibility, it's an undeniable certainty.

That scares him even more. From the moment they met he's known that the woman is unlike any girl he's ever been with. She's experienced, she knows what she wants, and she holds a certain power over him.

That's enough to make him afraid to take initiative. Whether she wants him to or not, he's not the one in charge here. And the woman can sense this too.

Mixed with the strong feeling of Chenle being out of her league – a doubt, about why such a young man would even be interested in an old woman like her – she decides that she has to take full control. Otherwise she might lose him.

She wants to sleep with the man, she wants to feel his dick throb in her pussy, to bring back a piece of her youth and feel loved and desired again. And when she sees Chenle's expression and senses the eagerness he's hiding, she knows that she can. All she has to do is take it and show him how it's done.

She lets go of Chenle's shaft and rolls into him. Her body and breasts press against his side, as he lays mesmerized and stiff wondering what she'll do to him next.

A part of him still thinks she'll get up and leave at any moment, turned off by his inability to satisfy her. Yet he feels too out on deep water to know how to get her to stay.

He has nothing to fear. As the woman leans in to kiss him on the lips, she slides her leg over his crotch and sits up on top of him. His feet and calf dangle over the edge of the bed. His hands rest on her thighs. His dick is squeezed under her weight, and his big eyes take in the sight of her gorgeous body towering over him.

“Are you still hungry, my baby?” she asks again.

“Mm-hmm,” Chenle almost whispers. This time, he understands that she's not asking him to suck her tits again, but is rather referring to penetrative sex.

She begins to glide her crotch back and forth over his. She admires his slim figure, eyeing his youthful skin from the chest to the stomach. She feels his sides, then leans down over him to kiss him again.

Chenle kisses her back. He closes his eyes and they begin to make out, and as seconds turn into a full minute his hands and body finally come alive.

He feels her up, touching every reachable part of her. The kissing intensifies and the rocking motions of her hips and ass grow bigger, as she glides up and down his torso. The fact that this is really happening – and that he's allowed to do things to her – finally dawns on him.

Soon though, she takes back control by sitting up straight again. She briefly lifts her ass over his pelvis and reaches in between their bodies. She finds the dick, guides it into position, and slowly lowers herself onto it.

She stares him right in the eye, mouth slightly open and a faint smile on her face. He becomes wide-eyed and stunned again, too shocked by what is suddenly happening to move. His cock, however, is fully alive and going wild.

It throbs and pulsates inside her. To have such a strong and powerful dick in her vagina feels exhilarating and rejuvenating. It's been quite a few years. And as much as Chenle is loving the special treatment and attention he's receiving by a woman twice his age, she might just be loving the sensation even more.

It's Chenle, however, who gets the most sexual pleasure from the penetration. As he gropes the woman's breasts and she starts to slide back and forth with the dick inside her, his baby heart is beating fast and his mind is going nuts. Holy shit this feels good. To be with someone like her is a wet dream come true.

When Chenle's face begins to twist and he's suddenly holding his breath, the woman slows down. She eventually comes to a complete stop. Chenle is so on the edge he could erupt at any second, and she's far from ready for reality to come crashing back on her so soon.

They stay like this for a good minute. Chenle stiff and frozen, his arms stretched and his hands fixed on her breasts. He occasionally squeezes them gently and thrust his ass and hip up and into her, but not nearly frequently enough to make him come. She remains still, her weight pressing down on him, forcing the full length of his shaft inside her.

She closes her eyes and focuses her mind. She clenches her folds and feels for every intricate detail in the throbbing dick. The tiny little jolts and motions it makes inside her feel good, so good. It's warm, erotic and does wonders to her body.

She's transported to another world. Everything in her life seizes to exist. When the dick jolts again, it's her turn to be brought close to the edge.

She lets out a soft moan. Then a little scream. Chenle is abruptly pulled back to reality, surprised by her reaction, and wonders what the hell just happened.

The vagina tightens its grip around his shaft. Though she remains completely still, he can sense that something is changing in his lover. Her face, the moans and screams, the tense muscles. Something is definitely happening. Up until this point Chenle has had no idea that something so subtle as a still dick can do so much and feel so powerful to a woman.

It is powerful, and as the woman becomes filled with ecstasy she abruptly pulls on Chenle's arm. She brings him closer to her, sits him up straight, and his ass slides away from the center of the bed until his feet reach the floor.

She doesn't waste any time. She takes full advantage of the orgasm that's coming. While holding the young man around his back, she flexes her thigh muscles and jumps up and down on his lap. Her knees are folded by his sides as she rides him. She wraps herself around him, and passionately runs her fingers through his hair.

“Ahh, ahhh!” she screams repeatedly. “Ahh, yes, baby, yes, yes, YES!”

Chenle is shocked by the sudden change of pace. Until this moment in his life his lovers have all been mostly motionless on their backs, silent while he's rocked on top of them. He's always thought he was quite good, and that the girls he's been with were great, but his former self had no idea what sex could really be. He quickly realizes that this is what it should feel like, and it completely blows his inexperienced mind.

This woman hits different. She knows things. If that wasn't clear to Chenle before, it certainly is when his surprised face becomes buried in her cleavage again. He puffs shallow breaths of air against her breasts while she rides him, fast and intimately.

“Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh,” he pants.

The muffled sounds of the young man turn her on even more. She wraps her arm around his neck to push him deeper between her breasts.

“Mm, uhh, mmphh,” he repeats.

“Ahh, ahh, yes, yes!” she shouts.

The way her breasts glide up and down his cheeks, and the way she screams and moans so loudly above his head when he holds her in his skinny arms, is unlike anything Chenle has even imagined before.

“Ahh, fuck, baby! Yes, Yes, Baby, AHHH, BABY, YEEEEES!”

She screams and jumps and throws her head back as she orgasms in his lap. The intense pleasure rushing through her body feels insane. She comes hard, and it lasts for several seconds, before her aging body can no longer keep up.

The woman's posture and the way she feels in Chenle's arms suddenly changes again. The muscles in her legs and arms shift. She abruptly rolls sideways on the bed, bringing all of Chenle with her. He raises his head for air, lifts his legs and feet onto the mattress, and pulls himself on top of her as she falls onto her back.

She needs to give her old body a break. When Chenle rolls into her arms and between her legs, his dick still deeply engaged, she can relax. Her orgasm settles and she softens, with the young man still inside her. She holds him lovingly in her arms, and now it's her turn to be surprised.

She expected him to keep fucking her, to immediately jump at her and thrust his dick in and out of her until he comes. But he doesn't. He just lays there, motionless on her chest.

He's been so quiet all this time, and even his muffled panting has stopped. Maybe he's already come too and she didn't realize it, too involved in her own ecstasy.

He hasn't. Chenle has been too stunned by the woman to be able to go all the way. She soon realizes that he's still hard and full, and that maybe she needs to give him a gentle push.

“Ahh,” she moans softly and jerks her hip. She buries her fingers in the skin on his back. “Ahh, fuck me baby.”

That does the trick. Chenle's hips start moving. He tilts his head to the side, resting his collar bone on a boob.

She tightens her embrace and buries her nails deeper. He picks up the pace and lifts his head to kiss her.

He misses her lips but presses his nose against her cheek. The panting quickly returns, softly by her ear at first, as he finally realizes once and for all that he's allowed to have her. That all this isn't just for her to take what she wants from him.

She softens her grip and the nails on his skin have left a mark. He continues to move at a steady rhythm, his ass jumping up and down in tiny motions.

It only takes her half a minute before the woman realizes that, when left to make his own decisions, this is all Chenle will give her. This is how exciting he'll be. She may have orgasmed already, but she wants him to get the same powerful experience she's just been through herself.

“Yes, fuck me baby,” she repeats while her hands wander down his spine. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder.”

Chenle does thrust a little harder, but it's not enough. The woman lifts her knees and legs around him and moves her hands down to his ass.

“Ahh, yes!” she screams when she squeezes them. She traces the outline of his crack and enjoy the sensation of his ass tensing repeatedly. “YEEES, BABY!”

Chenle buries his head in the mattress beside her. The woman's hands on his body are driving him wild. No girl has ever touched him so actively before, so passionately and sensually in new places. And the way she flexes and squeezes his full length with her arms and legs. It all feels great, and gives him a sensational pleasure.

Chenle's orgasm is fast approaching. He thrusts a little harder, bringing himself ever closer to coming. His dick slides in and out of the woman's vagina, with a sexual tension it has never experienced before during sex with anyone.

It feels incredible, and it only takes seconds before it's too much for him to handle. With her hand firmly planted on his cheeks, feet and legs entangled in his, and arms tightly wrapped around his back, Chenle holds his breath one final time.

Then he comes. The dick, which has felt so rejuvenating and strong to her, throbs and jitters. Chenle can literally feel his load build up inside his balls, split seconds before it launches. When it does, he can feel it move quickly through his pipes, on a journey from one end of the shaft to the other, before it's catapulted out from the head and deep inside the mature woman.

“YEEES!” she screams for his pleasure. ”YES BABY, come for mamma!”

Chenle has never experienced an orgasm so intense, one in which he can feel every little detail of it in all its glory. He's never had a partner who talks to him like this, and he's never felt so good and lucky as he does when he comes inside this woman's arms.

She can sense the change in him. His skin gets warm and flustered. His body is hard just before the release, then soft immediately after. And Chenle abruptly stops holding his breaths and starts heaving fast and heavily into her neck.

“Huuuuh, huuuh, Ahhhh!” he repeats. The woman can't stop smiling to herself beside him. “Ahhh, yes mamma!”

It's the first time ever Chenle speaks during sex. He surprises himself with the words. The woman's talking has inspired him and it feels liberating, intoxicating even. His lips bursts into a huge grin when he realizes what they've just done, and how wild and free the woman is and makes him feel too.

She can sense his grimacing expression and begins to giggle. He keeps heaving by her ear, chipping for air while he breaks out into a sweat. The orgasm is over and he's not sure if he's still pumping her full, but he definitely knows that this is the best sex he's ever had.

“Wow, you're amazing baby,” the woman says for his pleasure, while she relaxes her body and her feet and legs slide down on the mattress. In this moment Chenle feels invincible.

“So-so are you,” he pants while attempting to catch his breath. He doesn't know what else to say, naively believing that the woman really does find him exceptional.

She lightens her hold around him and gently caresses his back. His hands come back alive and he rests his head on her chest. She never stops smiling, thinking that if she can have this young man and make him feel such ecstasy, she can have anyone she sets her mind and heart to.

“I love you,” Chenle whispers softly. He's come down from his high and his brain begins to function again, as blood returns to it from his dick, which is slowly growing slack inside her.

“Baby,” she says. “You don't love me. You don't even know me.”

Chenle quickly realizes what he's said and that perhaps it was a terrible mistake.

“Yes,” he says and slowly lifts his head to look her in the eyes. “I'm your baby, am I not? And you're my mommy. I love you, mommy.”

The woman laughs loudly, not quite sure if he's joking. He smiles, quite pleased with himself to have made her happy and averted disaster.

“I love you too baby,” she says while still chuckling. “No one is as good as my baby.”

Chenle takes the compliment. He can't stop grinning while he slowly pulls out, slides down the woman's body, then collapses with his head in her cleavage.

He doesn't quite know where she came from or how they ended up here. All he knows is that he had a great time, that it feels warm and comforting on her bosom, and that the sex was insanely good.

It's going to be difficult for any girl to give him the same pleasure the mature and experienced woman has shown him is possible. But from this day on, he's more open, and certainly willing to try.

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mysticstarlightduck · 9 months ago

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Character Profile Tag!

It's been a while since I've done one of these, and I really like this tag, so I'm gonna make a few lol.

Let's go with Adahm Ryker from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!! <3

Full Name: Adahm Tiberius Ryker

Kind of Being: Human (Mutant Variant)

Age: Presumably 19 years old, has no birth certificate and has a snake-like biology so the details of how he ages are unclear but he is around that age physically.

Sex: Male

Appearance: Adahm is very tall and lanky, with warm white skin that is slightly sun tanned but without any freckles. His eyes are a piercing light yelloish green, almost neon, hue which look distinctively like the eyes of a snake. He has very long light brown hair that he usually keeps loose, brushed to one side, or tied in a messy ponytail. Adahm's smile usually appears normal if not for the fact that his teeth are generally sharper than that of a 'regular human' and that he has two, pointy snake fangs - like a reptilian vampire. A fun detail is that he can stretch and detach his jaw like a snake would and it makes for a devastating biting force. Adahm usually wears black clothes, with a dark - kevlar reinforced - jacket, black or dark grey button up shirts, dark denim pants and black leather combat boots, as well as fingerless grey gloves.

Occupation: Serial Killer (of corrupt people), Vigilante, Rebel

Family Members:

Taylen Ryker: adoptive younger brother, ward

Charles Zarin: childhood best friend (deceased)

Unnamed Parents

Pets: No pets

Best friends: Jax Strobber (they/them), Sasha Valentine (she/her), Gwyn Whitewood (she/her)

Describe his/her room: Adahm's room is spacious and meticulously organized/clean. It's on the smaller side, so as not to take up too much space in their safehouse, but comfortable. His bedsheets are dark grey with some black details, and his bed is usually pristinely made, and there's a light blue sleep mask usually tossed onto it. The room often has a light citrusy smell due to air freshners he buys, and there's a small study desk/work desk by the reinforced glass window where he does most of the planning for his missions. There's a holographic picture of him and Taylen on the edge of that same desk. In his wardrobe, he keeps his clothes - which are usually all in dark tones of black, grey and blue - and his vast collection of guns (ranging from pistols to precision rifles and one small machine gun) and knives (his preferred weapon, usually sharp daggers, common knifes and a few thin swords, as well as a pocket swiftblade);

Way of speaking: Faint (fictional) english accent. He is usually soft spoken, to the point he can sound like a hissing snake when he is speaking specially sharply, but almost always has a dangerous lilt to is voice that commands a certain amount of fear and respect from those around him. His way of speaking changes drastically when he's talking to Taylen - whenever he is addressing his brother, Adahm sounds genuinely kinder, more excited and gentle than he ever would have sounded while speaking to anyone else.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude):

Towards strangers: Cold, snake-like, moving swiftly from spot to spot almost imperceptively, confident, scarily so. He usually has a wild/feral attitude to him, despite his calculated behaviors and emotionless persona, having a wild animal's unpredictability and deadliness to him. He has a sharp, imposing smile that usually sends chills down people's spines, and his eyes can be disturbingly cold and unemotional, though they do show a strong glint of enjoyment whenever he is inebriated by the thrill of a kill.

Towards Taylen: When around his little brother Adahm becomes an almost completely different person, being genuinely warmer/gentler, patience, easily excited about different topics and doting. The shift in his usually murderous outer personality he shows the world to his kind, protective older brother personality that is reserved for Taylen alone, can be jarring for those who don't know him well, but Adahm himself doesn't seem to realize that.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: Extra poison vials, combat daggers, ammo, climbing gear and spy gear, commlinks, his phone, an extra jacket or coat (he's ectothermic due to his snake biology and sensitive to temperature changes, especially cold weather) and snacks, preferrably dry ones.

Favorite sports: Swordfighting, Boxing, Climbing/Parkour, Swimming

Powers: Snake Biology, Venom/Poison Manipulation & Generation, Shadow Movement, Enhanced Senses/Speed

Relationships (how he/she is with other people):

When he knows the person: quiet, funny, attentive, kind, protective, easily excited, happy, and genuine

When he does not know the person: cunning, manipulative, sociopathic (he does suffer from sociopathy but it becomes much more clear when he's dealing with strangers, especially enemies), murderous, dangerous, sadistic, cold and unpredictable.

Fears: Losing a loved one again or being unable to protect them (especially Taylen), actually being a 'freak' or unworthy of love, being forced to comply by arbitrary rules, being weak, being touched without consent

Faults: Emotionally detached from strangers, murderous, ruthless, vindictive, blunt/unkind, vicious/bloodthirsty, tendency to tunnel vision, bad at reading people and especially stunted at emotional cues (of people he doesn't know)

Good Points: Kind, genuinely cares about those around him, has a good sense of humour, protective, loyal to a fault, deadly smart, loves his brother more than anything and is a good guardian even though he doesn't know how to parent, rebellious and free spirited

What he/she wants more than anything else: Justice, Revenge, being able to keep Taylen safe, and being worthy of respect/genuine love with no strings attached.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

#wip scrapyard boys #oc: adahm ryker #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #my wips #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers #writerblr #superhero story #cyberpunk stories #cyperpunk dystopia #scifi

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dopecollectorbarbarian · 4 months ago

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Finrod

Happy Valentine day! Some of us are lonely, some of us have already found the soulmates. But we all have one thing in common - we are all into imaginary boys and girls.

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Elf shyly looks at his love, his fingers are trembling just a little bit, a hand is exploring soft grass. Maybe, it is obvious. Far too obvious. Maybe not.

As you feel his gaze, you think for a moment if he is nervous. His eyes dart away like bunnies dart away from the hunter’s glare. His cheeks turn pink. Like yours, he could notice just by the edge of the sight.

Is it obvious?

The fest of stars. The star forecasters declared several weeks ago that new star rain would come and that inspired elves to celebrate it. Cold lightly itching air is biting the hands and bare elbows, while the pointy eared creatures are sitting in the cloaks in absolute darkness, the field is full of quiet whispers - quiet talks about nothing.

Finrod sighs and catches himself. That seemed too loud to him. But no one pays attention. Even his love.

His eyes slide up.

You is starting at the sky, your own mind is concentrated on the endless thoughts.

Is it time?

You takes a short breath.

As…

One star. Two stars. The three stars now. Ten stars. Twenty stars.

The group of elves get silent as the second one falls off, showing itself so clearly, so calling.

The colors of stares falling keep blushing on the ink dark sky.

Finrod feels yours fingers touch his as he moves his hand closer to you. You freeze, staring at the perfect picture. The perfect picture of this night and next nights.

Two stars.

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(I know it’s a little bit late. But does it mean that love and comfort come on 14th of February? Nope!)

#the rings of power #lotr #finrod #fanfic #baldurs gate fanfiction #lord of the rings #you #reader #y/o #finrod x reader #finrod x you #finrod x y/n #finrod x y/o #y/n

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generic-whumperz · 1 year ago

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“The Aid” (Character Sheet)

*Updated: 4/18/2025: added crucial ""Health" & "Nervous Ticks" details + more

How it began /vs/ where we are now (Picrew)

Navigation: Masterlist | Character Info | Blog Character extras: Playlist | Vibes |Ability Breakdown

Overview: The morning after his 18th birthday, a Mystic telepathic empath sells himself into high-class slavery at a Chattel Services Inc. facility in order to help his family flee from a war-ravaged and disease-ridden post-apocalyptic world. Stripped of his name, he is addressed only by his newly appointed ID number and later his trained designation title—The Aid. He is quickly bought by Madame Eleanor Sullivan, a So-Cal socialite, and the prestigious Sullivan family matriarch, to serve her as her live-in caregiver and confidant. After her death five years later, The Aid is bequeathed to Eleanor’s troubled and sadistic son, Wyatt. Surviving two years of Wyatt’s draconian rein as his new Master, The Aid’s once plentiful optimism runs out when Wyatt’s relentless torture has no end in sight. That is, until one fateful day, a bloody and badly wounded stranger is brought to him, reigniting his hope for escape and a life free from chains.

Full name: [REDACTED]

Role: Main lead protagonist

Date of Birth & sign: February 10, 2007 (25), Aquarius (story takes place in the year 2032)

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: *perpetually confused*

Height: 5’5”

Weight/body type/build: (when not being starved) slender with lean muscle, more on the petite side with compact features; ideally he likes being 140-ish lbs (currently 125lbs soaking wet)

Hometown: Cincinnati, Ohio. [Relocated to Civilian Sector 5 in Zone 4] (<-subject to change)

Family Members: [REDACTED]

Left/right handed: ambidextrous

Fav genre of music & anthem: alternative/indie, Devil's Advocate by The Neighbourhood

Occupation: slave; designation: Grand Servant, Mystic (Oracle) Domestic Home Aid (professional bitch)

Ethnicity (+ American): white boi (European origin— mostly British, Scottish, Polish, Norwegian, Swedish, and German)

Hair color & length: chocolate brown; (ideally) cropped short, longer on top, brushed to the side. Straight, but slightly wavy when grown out. Facial hair: ideally clean-shaven and well-groomed elsewhere, doesn’t have much body hair, will shave it off regardless.

Hygiene: very clean and hygienic, hates being dirty and smelly, takes immense pride in his physical appearance. The kind of guy who has a 10-step skin routine and loves nothing more than new skin care products.

Eye color: chestnut brown. Large almond-shaped hooded eyes, wears glasses and is visually impaired without them

Skin tone: very fair with blue/cool undertones

Facial features: combo of squared & rounded head, square jaw with strong & pointed chin, pointy lips with prominent Cupid’s bow & heavy lower lip, droopy & downturned nose (now with a jagged bend on the bridge from a few badly healed breaks), manicured straight brows with slight soft rounded arch, squared ears that stick out slightly

Mannerisms: internal dialogue/thoughts do not always match spoken words and actions. Confines most facial expressions to his eyes, which are constantly shifting around and observing surroundings. Small half-smiles that don't reach his eyes. Silent sighs a lot. Generally very still and goes unnoticed. Quiet, soft steps. Mild-mannered. Feels too much all of the time. On high alert. Small nods and head tilts. Lip/side of mouth twitches when thinking hard, confused, or on edge. Shifts jaw a lot.

Nervous ticks: flushes/blushes, rubs fingertips, picks at cuticles/skin picking, chews/sucks in bottom lip, avoids eyes contact & keeps head down, eyes dart, stiff body language, balls hands into fists, lip & cheek twitches, occasional nose rubbing

Important to note that he has obsessive-compulsive tendencies that began in early childhood and later became entangled with trauma and magical thinking. He performs small, repetitive rituals—tapping, rubbing his fingers, cycling objects between hands or stacking/arranging them—often in sets of four. He also engages in cleaning rituals and follows strict task sequences, which is distressing for him to break. While normally able to engage in his ritualistic behaviors in private or without notice, these compulsions surface during times of stress or sensory overload, especially when related to his abilities, and give him a sense of control. If disrupted, he experiences overwhelming dread that can lead to panic attacks or breakdowns. His compulsions are tied to—but not entirely dependent on—his Mystic sensitivity and act as coping mechanisms for emotional and psychic overload. He rarely talks about them, but they’re an essential part of how he survives and are often exploited by the Sullivans in various ways for a myriad of reasons. When on Mystic-specific medications (intense neural blockers), these tendencies may lessen or vanish, though various drugs he’s given throughout the story affect his symptoms in unpredictable ways.

*The Aid’s portrayal of OCD and related symptoms is rooted in obsessive-compulsive disorder with trauma-informed and speculative elements (e.g., magical thinking tied to his Mystic abilities, exposure to Nemaxys, etc.). While based around real traits and behaviors, this representation is entirely fictional and should not be taken as a universal or clinical depiction of OCD.

Posture: straight and proper (currently doing the best he can)

Style: Whatever Madame Eleanor dressed him in! Usually wearing his custom designer Aid uniform complete with a metal o-ring collar. When at home, usually just in lounge wear.

Health: Originally very healthy before all the torture started and was very active, but has horrible eyesight. Former high school track star. Now has chronic pain and is addicted to painkillers. Currently in physical therapy and can’t walk for extended periods of time. Vegetarian. Known allergies: shellfish, penicillin, pineapple, pollen, chamomile, nickel metal, dust.

Mental health is in the gutter (on anti-psychotic, mood stabilizer, and neural-blocker to nullify his telepathic abilities), anxious, depressed, suffering from psychosis, OCD & both types of ED (yep, dick and food problems) sleep paralysis, and bouts of insomnia. Having a bad time. Now missing some teeth, part of a finger, his sanity, and has a chipped tooth.

Born with a bilateral cleft lip (pic below) and has had multiple reconstructive surgeries as well as dental implants.

Piercings/tattoos: ears pierced and has 24k gold ear cuff. One tattoo on upper left shoulder of his CSI given ID number: 070210

Birthmarks/scars: too many scars to count at this point. But noticeable ones on face: long, u-shaped cut spanning under right cheek, a vertical nic on the tip of chin, and a long faint slice across his left temple. 1.5” scar on right palm and top of hand that he usually keeps covered up/hidden from himself. Born with a bilateral cleft lip and now has two C-shaped scars running between the points of his lip and nostrils.

Language(s): English, some Spanish

Personality: before Wyatt—happy, warm and approachable, charming, compassionate, helpful, confident, obedient, subservient, well-mannered, thoughtful, self-sacrificing people-pleaser. With Wyatt—combative, snappy & short, paranoid, jumpy, nervous, closed off and cold, angsty, vengeful, hopeless, depressive.

Vices: weed, panic cleans

Voice: measured, even tone, modulated and silvery. Typical North American accent.

Smells like: clean, zesty and sweet, like aloe, cactus flower, with a hint of citrus.

Face claim(s): I have been going back and forth with this forever. No one will quite look exactly like him, but I’ve finally concluded, after much deliberation, that he looks a combination of Iwan Rheon (left & top middle) and this random Russian guy I found on Pinterest, Arseniy Popov (bottom middle & right). However, both of them are a bit older than he is, so just 🌈imagine🌈 them aged down a little bit. Also, yes, it’s more than ironic that the guy who plays one of Wyatt’s character inspirations, Ramsy fucking Bolton, is also an Aid face claim. Full circle moment or cosmic horror? You decide.

This pic is slay and serving cunt (judging plebs with Eleanor)

Character inspiration: personality and ability-wise only—Deanna Troi (Star Trek TNG), Sookie Stackhouse (The Southern Vampire Mysteries book series/True Blood), June Osborne (Handmaid’s Tale), Peta Mellark (Hunger Games), Will Graham (NBC Hannibal)

Other: has two trackers, one embedded in his back between shoulder blades, the other in the back of his neck. Too many scars to count.

Character sheet filled out from his POV, post-Wyatt

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