#emmm what even is this

[datuma]

joyfully cutting some paper clouds

[karizipan]

THE MOST YURIFUL NOVEL (OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT) GETTING PHYSICAL RELEASES YIPEE!!!!!

[duck-n-clover]

Stoppp returning to sender it's so cringeeeee

[filmsmakkari]

your highness

fred weasley x slytherin!reader

Summary: When Slytherin beats Gryffindor in the final quidditch match of the season, Fred Weasley decides to give the Slytherin princess a little reward

CW: NSFW, semi public sex(?), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praising.

Author's Note- As usual, I had a black reader in mind, so (Y/N) is described as having braids, but that's the only physical description. Anyone can imagine themselves in this fic. Also emmm I have never written smut in my life saurrr... I hope this makes you horny and I'm sorry if it doesn't!

To say that (Y/N) (L/N) hated Fred Weasley would be an understatement.

The Princess of Slytherin was in the prefect’s restroom, trying to wash the red and gold dye out of her hair. The last quidditch game of the autumn term was the next day, and Fred fucking Weasley thought it would be funny to make a mockery of the Slytherin team captain by having Peeves throw ink at her as she tried to run down the moving staircases. 

“That bloody…” she muttered as she roughly scrubbed her scalp. She’d been at it for what felt like hours when the dye finally washed away, and the raven-winged color of her long braids was finally visible again. 

Enraged, (Y/N) stomped out of the bathroom, envisioning ways to get her revenge. In her anger and fantasies of all the means of torture she could inflict upon the irritating prankster, she was barely aware of her feet carrying her down to the ever-calming bioluminescence of the  Slytherin common room. She waved her wand violently, blowing around a stack of papers and knocking over a desk, catching the attention of Blaise Zabini. 

The boy seemed slightly frightened as he said, “Hey (Y/N/N), you alright?”

(Y/N) huffed with irritation. “Oh, I’m more than alright. I’m ready to knock Weasley off his bloody broom.”

-

The Great Hall was alive with conversation. Some students excitedly cast charms, creating fireworks with their house colors and animals, while others feasted on fruits and vegetables in preparation for the big match. Slytherin vs. Gryffindor games were always the most anticipated. The extreme disdain between the two teams brought out the absolute best in them as players. Even if it was occasionally violent, it made for a great game. 

Fred and George Weasley sauntered into the hall with the typical swagger of Gryffindors, scanning the tables and admiring the displays from the students. As Fred eyed the Slytherin table, his gaze fell upon her. There in her quidditch sweater, brown knee-high boots, and a horribly tempting skirt, the Slytherin Princess, who’d earned her title by getting the best grades in her house, being captain of the quidditch team, and being so ridiculously beautiful that even the proudest Gryffindors tried their luck with her, was sitting on the table, locked in conversation with Blaise Zabini and Emma Vanity- the Slytherin chasers.

“Discussing a new and improved strategy for the pitch?” Fred asked, approaching her. “I might as well tell you now, you’re wasting your time.”

(Y/N) turned to him with an eye roll.  “Keep taunting me, Weasel. It’s the most satisfaction you’ll get today.”

“Keep dreaming. Tell me, how’d you like my little gift yesterday?” Fred asked, resting his hands on the table and leaning close to her face.

(Y/N) hummed. “To be honest I’d expected more from you, beater. You couldn’t even do the job yourself. That scared of little old me?” 

“You wish. You’ll see out there today. Tell you what. If you win, which you won’t, I’ll reward you,” Fred smirked.

“Please, what could you possibly have that I want?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Too bad you’ll never find out.” Fred winked and walked over to the Gryffindor table, filling (Y/N) with so much irritation that it made her face hot.

-

Fred Weasley was eating his words.

The match was over before it began, the Slytherin players flying like bullets, (Y/N) ’s strategy working to absolute perfection, giving (Y/N) the perfect opportunity to catch the snitch without hesitation, winning the last game of the season.

The after-party was a blur of green and silver, fireworks, and cheering. One second (Y/N) was being hoisted up in the air by her teammates while they chanted her name; the next, she was playing games with giggle juice and fire whisky with her classmates. The snake lair was on fire with passion and excitement. While (Y/N) was reveling in it all, she had another celebration in mind. While her friends chanted so loud that the paintings were all forced to cover their ears, (Y/N) quickly slipped out of the common room and skipped happily up the stairs with a clear destination in mind.

As the sleeping form of the fat lady came into view, (Y/N) suddenly realized she had no actual plan. She couldn’t get into the Gryffindor common room, and even if she could, what would she do? Find Weasley in his dorm room and slap him? Cast a spell turning all the furniture silver and green to boast Slytherin pride? Steal Fred’s clothes while he was in the shower and- oh. Somewhat embarrassed at how eager she’d been to go to the Gryffindor common room and at how her thoughts kept wandering back to Fred, (Y/N) quickly turned around and began to go back to her dorm but was quickly stopped in her tracks.

Standing before her was the very person who’d been nagging at her thoughts all night. There was Fred Weasley, with dripping wet red hair and no shirt, looking down on her with irritation and amusement.

“Well well,” he said tauntingly, stepping closer and closer to her until her back was pressed against the wall. “Just what is the snake princess doing so close to the lion’s den? Came here to gloat?” Heat was radiating off of him. He was angry about the match.

(Y/N) swallowed, suddenly nervous, her usual Slytherin pride and confidence nowhere to be found. “As a matter of fact, Weaselbee, I’m here to see you. I told you I’d win, I’m here to claim my reward.”

Fred raised an eyebrow at this. He walked over to the fat lady, knocking on the portrait softly. The fat lady awoke with a jump, giving Fred a frustrated glare.  “Sorry about this,” said Fred. “Iced Mice.” The fat lady hesitated. “And just what are you doing bringing her in here?”

(Y/N)’ s bite finally returned as she spoke, “I can show you better than I can tell you. How about a charm for taking the tongues of bad singers?” Fred chuckled at that.

“Why, I never!” said the fat lady as she finally swung open the door.

Fred took hold of (Y/N) ’s hand as he walked in, dragging her behind him.

(Y/N)’ s words were full of venom as she whisper-shouted, “Just what do you think you’re doing, you slimy-”

“Just be quiet for once, princess.”

Indignation swelled in (Y/N) ’s chest, but she obeyed. Though she toothlessly fought back, attempting every now and then to snatch her arm away from him, deep down, she wanted to see where this would go.

Fred dragged her to a dark corner, taking her by her hips and lifting her onto a desk. 

“What the hell are you doing?” (Y/N) asked with a furious look, but there was no bite behind the glare. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was afraid he’d hear it. 

“You came for your reward, didn’t you? You were so desperate for it that you were willing to cheat during the match,” he said, moving her hair and leaning into her ear.

(Y/N) shuddered at the closeness before pushing him away. “I didn’t cheat, Weasley, the hell are you talking about?”

Fred hummed, smoking at her and placing his arms on either side of her, caging her in.

(Y/N) scoffed. “This is ridiculous, I can’t believe I wasted my time coming here. Have a nice life carrot top.”

(Y/N) pushed him again, hopping off the desk and starting to walk away from him, but Fred quickly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into him and placing a wet, passionate kiss on her lips. (Y/N)’ s eyes widened in shock as Fred Weasley, the person she hated most since first year, slipped his tongue into her mouth and lifted her back onto the desk. Shocked and confused, she pushed him away a third time.

Fred looked deeply into her eyes, a tendril of red hair hanging over his eyes, making him impossibly more attractive. “Oh c’mon, love, don’t act like you don’t want it too. Like you haven’t wanted it since fourth year when you walked in on me showering after the quidditch cup.”

(Y/N)’s face got hot at the memory. “I hate you. You hate me. I’m the “princess of Slytherin,” remember?”

“Well then, your highness, allow me to serve you,” said Fred, dropping to his knees.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N) asked, her voice shaking as Fred ran his hands up and down her thighs, barely past her skirt. The tight little green dress and those white knee-high socks she was wearing had been driving him crazy since he first saw them, and he wanted nothing more than to see what was hidden underneath them.

“I’m rewarding you, even if you did cheat like a naughty little serpent, somehow I feel like this will be just as much as a reward for me.” He spread her legs wide, getting in between them and slowly peeling back her skirt.

(Y/N) breathed in sharply. “You have tormented me for six years, and now you expect me to let you use me to get off?’ 

“‘M sorry,” said Fred, kissing her thigh softly. (Y/N) shuddered. Fred kissed his way up to her sopping wet heat, muttering “I’m sorries” between every kiss. He finally made his way to her lacy undergarment, placing a soft kiss there. “You’re so wet, darling,” he said, popping his head out and looking at her, “It seems like you’ve already forgiven me.”

“In your bloody dreams, Weasley,” (Y/N) said with an unconvincing scoff. “I’ll hate you until the day I die.”

Fred hummed before quickly dipping his head back between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side, and licking a long stripe through her slick.

(Y/N) let out a throaty moan at the sensation, gripping the desk tightly. 

Fred chuckled against her, the vibrations making her breathe in deeply. “What was that about you hating me, love?” he asked.

“Shut up and get on with my reward, asshole.”

Fred smirked. “As you wish, your grace.”

Fred grabbed her thighs tightly and went to work, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it like a starving man. (Y/N) moaned loudly before placing her hand over her mouth. Fred looked up at her, his sudden pause making her whimper. “No, no, no, darling. Don’t hide the noises.” He slowly pushed a single long finger inside her. “Let the whole school know.” Another finger. He looked into her eyes with a wicked smile. “Let them all hear how the snake princess let a lion make her scream.” He added two fingers that time and rapidly pumped in and out. And, just as he said she would, (Y/N) screamed. She went to cover her mouth again, but with his free hand, he took both of her wrists and held them in front of her. It burned, but it felt so good. (Y/N) began to move her hips slightly to increase the sensation, making Fred smile. “That’s it, beautiful, good girl. Good girl.” Fred spoke in a way that was almost patronizing. If she weren’t so close to the edge, she probably would have made some snarky remark, but (Y/N) couldn’t think straight as the pressure in her stomach was building up, and the Weasley boy was making her see stars. She let out another loud moan, throwing her head back as the pressure became unbearable. 

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” (Y/N) screamed as Fred’s fingers slammed into her g-spot, and she finally couldn’t take it anymore. (Y/N) let out a scream as she came, barely aware of anything around her. Her vision went blurry as the hot juices spilled out of her. Fred wasted no time re-attaching his mouth to her drenched cunt, licking up her juices until she was clean. “Mmm, sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Surprising for such a nasty girl,” Fred said, slapping her thigh, sliding her panties back over, and standing up.

He placed his arms on either side of her, staring at her intensely, his hair disheveled and her cum around his mouth. (Y/N) matched his gaze with equal intensity, her heart pounding, a million questions running through her head. After a few beats of silence, she finally spoke. 

“I still hate you.”

Fred actually laughed at that, shaking his head before looking back at her. “Beat me again, princess, and I’ll give you a better reward then my fingers and my  mouth,” he rasped into her ear before walking off to his dorm room, leaving her with her legs spread on a table of the Gryffindor common room.

“We’ll see how much you hate me then!”

[trashcanfanfics]

I love your stuff!!! Can I please have headcanons of Alastor and Angel Dust separately reacting to their completly asleep S/O cuddling closer to them and even maybe quietly saying their name while asleep.

this is so cute omg

Alastor:

He doesn't sleep as much as a normal demon does, so he just lays in bed with a book most of the time

You usually stick to your side, knowing that he doesn't like physical touch unless he initiates it

One night while he was reading and you were snoozing, you moved over and snuggled up to him

He jumped slightly as you curled up to him, throwing your arm around his waist

"Darling?" *cue you huffing and pulling him closer*

As you snuggled in deeper you mumbled something he didn't quite hear

"What?" *you mumbled a little louder in urgency*

He nudged you a little to see if you were actually awake

"Alastor, sweet lofmmm"

His dead heart felt like beating again as warmth bubbled in his chest and his smile grew fonder

He put the book down and carefully arranged you so your head was on his chest and his arm was around you

He held your hand to his chest with his other hand and kissed your forehead before falling asleep too

Angel Dust:

You two were flopped on a couch in the lounge area of the lobby, you laying on top of him with your head on his fluff

Three of his arms were around you while the fourth was holding his phone

He was casually scrolling Sinsta while you slipped into a nice nap

You mumbled something and snuggled closer while wiggling your arms to hold him tightly

He rubbed your back with one hand and felt a butterflies in his chest

Angel thought it was the cutest thing ever when you mumbled in your sleep

"Angel...wofen emmm"

You snuggled closer and he nearly dies again

He puts his phone down on the floor and brushes your head with the now free hand

Gently kisses your head and settles down for a nap himself

You wake like two hours later and it's a struggle to get out of the multiple arms (and one leg??)

[hyuckswoman]

44. do me

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notes: SHE POSTEDDDD (not that anyone cared) yet again another chapter that's nice to read we're getting somewhere I think.. anyway hope u guys have a great dayyy or night of afternoon idk

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[lidiasloca]

can i please request a drabble with cassian where he gets reader pregnant when they’re young, like in their 20’s and she wants to keep it a secret from everyone else except rhys and az, they’re all raising the kid together in their little group and they move to velaris later when rhys becomes the HL and cass becomes his general🥰

you and cassian are young parents

cassian x reader

fluff

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄☆

“You take the cake!” you yell whisper to Cassian, both of you filled with nervousness and excitement for your little girl’s birthday. “Hurry, she’s coming!”

“Okay, okay,” he says as he takes the colorful cake from your hands. But when he does, something in your face makes him stop and lean to give you a peck on the cheek. “It’s alright, love. Everything is perfect. She’ll love it.” 

You sigh in relief. Cassian, no matter how juvenile and stupid might be most of the time, especially if he is with the youngsters of his brothers, is a very patient and wise male. You appreciate that at every single turn. 

“And, do not smile at me like that,” he adds with his teasing tone, acting flustered. “It’s our daughter’s birthday. Behave.”

“Oh - shut up, you!”

But there is no time to put him in his place. Uncle Az is carrying your daughter Mirella into the room. Her eyes held such excitement and joy, your heart swells with happiness. 

Cassian caresses your back before walking to Mirella and placing the cake in front of her. “Happy Birthday, dove.”

You walk to them then, seeing Rhys sneaking in from behind, a big present in his hands. You cannot stop smiling. Seeing this, your family. Everything so simple. So perfect. 

It hadn’t always been this easy. You remember when you first found out you were pregnant. You were so young and felt so alone and lost. But Cassian had been there for you. Every single moment. 

He held your hand, he listened to you, to your heart and your feelings. And he supported you, no matter what you chose. 

And you felt like the bravest and most fearless girl in the world next to him. 

Hadn’t been for the support of Cassian, Rhys and Azriel, your life would have turned out very differently.

Life, you think, is very odd. The male you were scared to tell you were pregnant is now singing happy birthday to your daughter with overjoy in his face. The friends you though would judge you and see you differently, are now looking down at your daughter like if she was their own daughter. 

How could you have ever doubted them? 

Azriel, who begged you time with Mircella to play swords. Who loved to make her giggle with his shadows. Who defended her from imaginary monsters she would only confess to him she was afraid of. Only because she somehow knew he would understand, he wouldn’t judge.

Rhys, who, even after becoming a busy High Lord, tried to spend with her some time every day. Telling her stories of amazing heroes, such as him and his brothers. He spent nights telling how brave both her father and mother.

And Cassian, who felled in love again the moment he set his eyes on his baby daughter’s for the first time. Who looked at your daughter as if she was the solemn motive to his existence. Like he would burn the world to make her safe. Who would give her the world to make her smile. 

And here you are now. 

“Blow, Mirella,” you say tenderly. She gives you a wide smile before turning to the candles and blowing. “Happy birthday, dove,” you whisper. 

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

anon, hope it is sort of what you asked for, even if i took the story into my own hands a bit. i loved the ideaa. cassian would make such good father. and azriel and ryhs would be the funniest uncles in all the courts. emmm this aint proof read, as usually, so sorry if there are any typos. thanku for reading loves :))

[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

[meloarto-me]

Fisherman x Human Reader

Arlong, Jinbe, Fisher Tiger i Hody Jones

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

(I hope you enjoyed it (: Again, I apologize for the mistakes)

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

🦈 Arlong 🦈

Twitter / X : @KUYUEN1

🦈 Emmm well that would be difficult, what's the surprise? Arlong is a fisherman who thinks he's better than people (Are you sure he's better?).

🦈 You must have had something really special about you for him to pay attention to you.

🦈 Maybe even at first he only took you as a new human pet.

🦈 It would have taken a long time for him to start thinking about you differently.

🦈 I think it would start with something as small as addressing you by name. Like just calling you a person.

🦈 Then a few small touches. A hand on your back as he pushes you forward. (Why are you walking so slowly?)

🦈 Then there will be some shared food or mission. Which, of course, was planned by Arlong himself.

🦈 With time, he will give you hints that he is interested in you. He sees something more in you, don't waste it. He won't give you a second chance.

🦈 If you turn out to be a racist fisherman, his interest will drop to zero or even negative.

🦈 Dating started in secret. He needs to keep his sanity, especially since he shows all the time how he hates people. That's why he won't show up anywhere with you.

🦈 After a really long time he will take you as his own. He further presents you as his personal toy. (You are only his.)

🦈 Everyone knows what's really going on. Arlong can't hide his relationship too much.

🦈 The crew knew this because of the bite marks on you. His scent on your skin, the looks he was throwing you. He acted like a silly teenager in love.

🦈 People discovered this through his behavior toward you.

🦈 Now you no longer have your own room, you sleep in bed with him (he can't sleep without you). What are your things? Now they are his things, what's his is yours, what's yours is his.

🦈 This will be difficult, but you will manage together.

🐟 Jinbe 🐟

Twitter / X : @KUYUEN1

🐟 I think it may have started with the fact that you were in the Navy. An aide to some Admiral, come on you didn't even want to be in the Navy. Your father persuaded you, he was a sailor himself and would have liked it to continue, you agreed because you felt sorry for him.

🐟 At one of the Watashka meetings you would meet him.

🐟 He was a daredevil. all these people were like that.

🐟 But he was different, maybe it was the fault of his fish genes? You didn't know that, there was just something different about him

🐟 With subsequent meetings you learned more about him, he was the captain of the Sun Pirates. Wow!

🐟 You were always interested in pirates. They had such a wonderful life, no one made them do anything they didn't want to do. They lived the way they wanted and where they wanted, they did anything they wanted. You longed for such a life.

🐟 Well, going back, how did you meet our dear fisherman? Simple. On the beach!

🐟 So at the next meeting of the warlords, you ran away in the middle. And so no one saw that you were gone. You went to a nearby beach.

🐟 There you sat by the water watching the little turtles that went into the water. The little lucky ones were allowed to live as they wished.

🐟 Then you met Jinbe, he also broke off from a meeting. He was tired and wanted to go swimming, and somehow your acquaintance began. From a conversation about turtles.

🐟 In subsequent meetings you talked more. (You always left at the end to talk about everything and nothing).

🐟 Tortoise turned out to be a shy and kind fisherman. You fell in love with him quickly. (You didn't know he had you too) He often gave you shells or took you to the beach and swam with you (If you don't know how to do it, don't worry, he'll teach you)

🐟 Many conversations and meetings further you could honestly admit that you fell in love with this shark. He was simply idel.

🐟 Then when he was locked up in prison your meetings became very limited, he was a prisoner to this fisherman. He had fewer privileges than the rest.

🐟 But hey! You managed to meet.

🐟 When the day came, Luffy went to rescue his brother Ace. And you finally found out about Jinbe's feelings for you.

🐟 He even shouted out his feelings for you and kidnapped you. Well, you got your better life with your beloved fisherman.

🐟 He treats you like a queen. Even better. Everywhere you go he is there, Such a big turnip of him.

☀ Fisher Tiger ☀

Twitter / X : @KUYUEN1

☀ I'm telling you 99% you are a former slave.

☀ Probably he rescued you from slavery (As did many other slaves). Because of your critical condition, he decided to escort you home himself. (You know sailing the ship and escorting you to the door of the house to be sure you got home safely)

☀ He watched over you while you slept and recovered. He couldn't do otherwise, you were so small and he was afraid for you.

☀ When you woke up he was gone, no one was there. You were terrified, you thought you had been sold to no one you knew. You got up checked that you were dressed and left the cabin.

☀ The fishermen were scared. Not because they were fishermen, no. They were pirates, you heard a lot about what pirates do. Fear won out and you ran.

☀ You climbed to the stork's nest, then to the beam. What a comedy it was.

☀ Tiger came in to take you down and greet you, but your brain thought otherwise the closer it got the more it retreated until it was over.

☀ Looking down, you were too high for the fall to end well, maybe slipping off the sail? Maybe? You were too afraid.

☀ You stepped back a millimeter, that unlucky millimeter. you fell. But our hero Tiger caught you and pulled you in, holding you in his arms. He came down with you and before he could put you down you bit him and ran away.

☀ The crew could not laugh (Except our princess Arlonga).

☀ You hid in the barrel and were not going to leave, Tiger tried many times to talk to you.

☀ It took him two weeks before I began to open up to him. explained to you what he was doing. After a while, you also began to trust his crew.

☀ You learned over the next week that you had a lot in common, you somehow started spending time together.

☀ You don't even know how or when you became a couple. It just somehow came out

☀ Everyone knew about it, as if you didn't know? This fisherman couldn't help but show you affection. Whether it was carrying you everywhere, giving you shells or there pretty pebbles he found.He just had to show you how much he loved you.

☀ And yes, you can swim on it, yes, you can play with its hair. You can much more than the crew.

☀ You like to take advantage of that.

Hody Jones

Tumblr: https://lovely-eve.tumblr.com/post/660896622929117184/more-like-horny-jones-づ-³-づ-3

🚫 Really?

🚫 Are you sure you want this?

🚫 Are you sure?

🚫 Yes? (I sympathize. …. I guess…. No no, it's hot.)

🚫 I can say that somehow I found myself in his good graces.

🚫 You act as his toy, his slave. He doesn't show you much mercy. Come on he won't kill you. (For now)You can directly say that you are his favorite slave, How? I don't know. Tell me.

🚫 You certainly get better treatment, and I'll tell you this. You have a collar around your neck with his initials on it. You sleep in his room but not on his bed. that's what he tells anyone who asks about it. In fact, you're hurling for his teddy bear.

🚫 When he is generous he strokes your head and doesn't humiliate you as much.

🚫 He can hurt you a lot, he doesn't consider you as someone equal to him.

🚫 He will probably kill you if he gets bored.

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

hi hi hi i love ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

[vintagesimstress]

Roman Palla (Zeussim's Desi Gita Redux)

TSR's latest collection prompted me to finally finish a thing which was sitting in my WIPs' folder for months. I'd been hoping to make some more add-ons for it, but let's face it: I lost my steam halfway through, it's not happening, so the best I can do is to release it as is. Still pretty good, I hope!

As my GBSC playthrough is slowly but steadily approaching the Roman Britain era, I found myself in need for some outfits for my sim ladies. There's a bunch of stuff out there, but rather on the 'what we'd like Romans to have dressed like' side, not necessarily what history tells us about how they really dressed. Tbh I thought it was a hopeless endeavour, but then dear Buzzard directed me towards this amazing post by Zeussim - more specifically, the Desi Gita dress, which with a bit of imagination could work for a Roman palla. So I set off to work and romanised it even further. Big thank you to @buzzardly28 for the tip and to @zeussim for her generous ToU!

The mesh is slightly edited (cutouts on shoulders, adjusted headscarf position to accommodate a wider variety of hairstyles) and recoloured in my Iron Age palette, in two versions: 'silk' (or just any smooth textile, really)* or 'wool' (or anything rather on the coarse side). AND it comes with overlays - for both versions! Which means you can mix and match not only different colours, but different textiles as well. You're a well-off lady who just arrived in Londinum and is now freezing her butt off in the cold northern climate? No worries, put a wool palla over your pretty silk dress! Or you by some miracle managed to get your hands on one piece of silk? Wear it with you wool dress to a party to show off!

Many of the wool swatches, especially in combination with different pale/greenish overlays, work quite well for common folk:

There's also an accessory fibula - pretty and golden (or silver), for the richer ones. Found somewhere on Sketchfab. (That's exactly where I got stuck - I wanted to make a variety of different ones, so that the poorer women would also have something to choose from... Alas).

As always, all packages come in HQ (default) or non-HQ versions (for those of you who want to save some HDD space). Download only one per package!

If there are any other Roman era players out there: hope you enjoy :)

DOWNLOAD (free on Patreon, no ads or EA)

*OK, I feel like I have to add a little note: my quick research revealed that silk was insanely expensive for the majority of the Roman era. Like, 'only for the emperor and fams' level of expensive. Only at the end it became... emmm... 'cheap' enough to be accessible also to the aristocracy. So just pretend it is whatever the heck you want it to be, not necessarily real silk

[royalfriday]

Diluc realising

Everyone knows that diluc when his father died he went to emmm Snezhanaya and kill many whatever.

And is noticed that he has travelled to all the nations.

And sure he must have meet many people when he was returned to the city.

Then comes the ✨ Idea ✨.

When he is in Natlan he meets reader, who was born there ( I don't know why i even mentioned it), and in his stay they get close.

With reader staring to grow feelings for him but as we know him , he show that he was at his best and saying things like : " I don't even know what to do now ... I couldn't even protect him.... and i almost kill him " and reader loosing hopes to confess and starting to comfort him instead.

And as the time pass by the time for him to return has come.

Nd so he leave.

Not knowing about reader felling's , ....nor what he felt when he was with them.

And with the present Diluc looking out of the window, thinking about reader and their actions when they meet , realising their feelings, and also the feeling that had follow him since his return.

He looked up . His face now regretting and realising what was missing all this time

Reader. Reader was it. That was what was missing.

The realisation of the feelings that he had for them now in his head.

Not even able for them to come and visit him due to the curse that if they leave their nation they will lead to death by bad luck.

Not even knowing what they are up to.

No way to even learn.

He loved them. And will find a way to see them. To Atleast to know what they are up too

That was it. He was going to Natlan.

Masterlist

[kitaro2709]

|| Day 5: Action Magic - Overpass

Whoops, someone seems to have mixed up our cast's scripts! Bracelet boys? Riding Duel King Kurosaki? What is this?? Whatever shall we do?? Show us your wildest swaps today- be it roleswap, bodyswap, or whatever else you can think of! ||

Bracelet boys with...emmm what is the term of the girls in this case? idk lolololol

Serena and Yuri are one of my favorite characters of ARC-V!! They are so cool--- and funny too! (Even so, i like Serena more-- she is just so cool...)

My headcanons for this Role Swap: -Serena probably is more cruel and don't care about the war, the only thing that she is interested is in making the Professor happy.

-Yuri doesn't care about the war or the professor, he just wants to get out of Academia (He probably most of the time is locked in a special room, bcs the professor needs him for the proyect) -Serena is aware that she is a part of Ray, and isn't worried about disappear after the proyect is done.

-Leo don't know the whole thing about Ray and Zarc, he thinks that Zarc is the villain- Sadly, for his desfortune he is gonna learn that his daugher is the villain in this story

-In this universe, Ray was a pro-duelist that can feel the feelings of the monsters, she go crazy because of all the bad feelings that many monsters have(? idk i really don't know how this can work. Zarc with the help of the power of his dragons fight Ray and in their battle the original dimension split up in 4

-Lunalight Cat Dancer in this universe is more generic monster in terms of summoning, nows requeirs 2 monsters of dark attribute. And the condicion of tributing a "Lunalight" monster to activate her effect, can be now used with the condicion of tributing any monster and not only "Lunalight" monsters.

And yes, Yuzu is the main protagonist in this universe-

@arcvmonth

[wreckrinho]

ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Dᴜɴᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴀs ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Tʏʟᴏʀ "sᴀʙᴏᴛᴀɢɪɴɢ" Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs Iɴᴄ.

Im being real guyssss, Duncan sure was bad... I've never done an analysisss like that so if you hate it that'ss just not my problem :]p

Duncan himself has been suspicious of Tylor since the ep 1 season 1, always with that little rivality...so in episode 8 of the second season, Duncan seemed a little confident, proving that the saboteur was indeed Tylor from the very beginning!

"-...and has been sabotaging Monsters inc. ALL ALONG"

Bro has literally yelling at Tylors face, man. This specific phrase is important cuz this makes it clear that Duncan genuinely thinks that from the first moment Tylor entered Monsters Inc, he was an informant, an saboteur...

His tone may be pure anger and he may be proud of himself in the scene for finally "solving the case", but what about his inner thoughts? There are scenes where he looks down, looking a little upset/disappointed. There are scenes where it even seems like he "lets out" a little sadness, yk? (The imagess show some of 'emmm)

"-an inside job to SABOTAGE US!"

notice how he uses the word >US< with intensity in the scene, is he talking about Monsters Inc. or the MIFTS themselves? These words seems very personal. and it seems important to him.

Shall we recap the end of the first season?

"Well, "T" is, um, for...Thank you. Thank you for being a worthy...stupid adversary"

Duncan may never admit it, but he trusted Tylor. The end of the first season proves this with every word! Duncan became suspicious and had a silly rivalry with Tylor throughout all the season, but he let his guard down in the end...he trusted him!

Only to find out some episodes later that Tylors a saboteur. We can understand Duncan's anger, right? He let his guard down, let Tylor gain his trust, only to break it soon after. We know that Tylor was NOT the traitor, but for Duncan, he had all the proof... for Duncan, all the moments tylor was there, he was a traitor. This was definitely very personal for Duncan. Maybe he was angry not only at Tylor, but possibly at himself for letting this happen!

like a friend of mine (cough cohgh cyberf3m-) said: fucker cant let himself be vulnerable!!!!!! That's lame!!!!!!! (LMAOLL)

Little bonus: look the way Duncan lookssss at him when he'ss sensitive nd stuff like omfg please someone hug him he spent an entire childhood without hugssss

[thewritingmagician2022]

Very Clumsy - Barbatos/Solomon/Simeon

Request:

ohoho👀 welcome back to the fandom! nice to meet you as well💥✌

 can I request emmm,, Barbatos, Solomon & Simeon with a mc who, has very.. very huge problems with balance? like so bad they can't even use stairs or walk without support- they just slip, trip, fall and hurt themselves lol

Barbatos: Barbatos isn’t quite sure what to make of your balance issues. He may not personally know many humans but he’s pretty confident that you are outside the norm. He keeps a careful eye on you and somehow always seems to manage to show up right before you fall. Every time he catches you, he’s quick to ask you if you’re okay. He’s taken to carrying around a small first-aid kit as well because he’s come across you more than once with bumps and scrapes from running into something or taking a small tumble. He always patches you up very carefully, even if it’s a minor injury, and he lectures you on safety, trying to remind you to use railings or hold your hand out a bit in front of you or to your side so you don’t just run straight into things. Though he would never admit to it, Barbatos finds this quirk of yours quite endearing, if only because it gives him an excuse to come to your aid and, if he’s lucky, he can even convince you to let him guide you around with your arm wrapped securely around his. 

Solomon: Solomon finds the entire situation entirely too amusing. He’s met a lot of humans throughout his long lifetime but he’s never met anyone quite as clumsy as you. Obviously he doesn’t want to see you actually get hurt but he does have a good laugh every time you manage to walk yourself into the wall or trip up the stairs. He’s going to help you out though, not to worry. He casts as a bouncing charm on you so that you can harmlessly bounce off of things when hit them. Of course this means you’re like a little pinball sometimes, just bouncing off different surfaces until Solomon is willing to stop laughing long enough to catch you and keep you in his arms, offering to walk you around instead since you can’t quite seem to get the hang of it yourself. In all seriousness, as a fellow human, Solomon knows it’s not entirely normal for a human to be so off balance and he’s probably going to conduct a physical on you at some point to make sure you don’t have any medical issues like fluid in your ears or a brain tumor or something that causes the issue. It’s only endearing so long as you’re not in actual danger or suffering. 

Simeon: Simeon is so concerned for you it’s not even funny. This poor man is constantly at his wits end trying to keep you safe and it seems like every time he takes his eyes off you you’re stumbling into or off of something. He’s the kind of man who offers you his support when you walk, fingers linked in a way that feels as intimate as it is protective, so that he can keep you steady. When you’re alone, he loves to have an arm wrapped around your waist to have you pulled safe and close into his side. He walks behind you on the stairs, arms outstretched just a little bit as his wide eyes watch you carefully just in case you fall. At the slightest wobble, you can be sure to feel his hands right against your back to keep you steady. He regularly has Luke walk with you if he’s not around, just in case you do happen to fall down at all. Simeon will probably ask around to Solomon or anyone else with more human knowledge to make sure you’re okay and you haven’t been cursed/don’t have any human infliction causing these problems. On one hand, he would love for that to be the case so you can be safe and secure but on the other hand, he really loves the excuse he has to keep his hands on you at all times.

[anime-fan-05]

Hi, may I request for Hak x Reader please? Reader is the neglected princess and wife of Hak. Since they're travelling he's always with Yona and Yona also doesn't let them be together being so stupid. So they have a big argument also with Yona but the dragons and Yoon also try to stop them but the reader snaps. She announces to divorce him and leave. When they meet again she's with another person happily something like that

You weren't the right one

Manga/anime: Akatsuki no Yona

Warnings: angst, with a bitter-sweet ending

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other (not Hak)

Is being envious a bad thing? Is it that bad to feel it? Is it so bad that I'm jealous of her? I know, I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I can't help it: Hak, my husband, loves Yona, my sister, and I feel terrible.

To be honest, I've always known this, yet I loved him so much I agreed to marry him when my father proposed it to me.

I still remember what I thought when he proposed marriage to me: maybe you won't be the right one, but I still want to be your wife, Hak.

Finally, I gave in to a selfish desire of mine: I hoped I would be able to make him fall in love with me, but I couldn't.

~ 💙 ~

Why, Hak? Why don't you look at me? Why do you console Yona and not me? The one who was killed was also my father, not just her.

"Hak?"

"Not now (Y/N). Yona-hime (princess Yona) is sleeping."

"Yes..." You shouldn't hug only her.

I'm not saying you shouldn't console her, but at least pretend you care a little about me. At least try to console me: hug me and say sweet words to me, like you did with Yona.

Please...

~ 💙 ~

Since we began our journey to find the Four Dragons, I've been trying to spend some time with Hak, but Yona wouldn't let me: she kept butting in every time we were alone! I sometimes feel like she does it on purpose, but Yona isn't that kind of person, especially after what happened to our father.

I've also noticed Hak is becoming a lot more protective, not only of Yona but of others as well. However, I wish he was so protective of me too, but instead everything remained as before.

However, I'm your wife, Hak! I'm not asking for maximum attention, but I would at least like you to go a little beyond the "good morning" when you wake up and the "good night" before going to sleep (by the way, not even with me). I mean, everyone we meet thinks your wife is Yona and not me! Even the Dragons thought so the first time we met.

Really: you aren't probably the right one...

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I can't take it anymore! Every day is harder and harder!

I'm dying of jealousy for Hak and Yona, and I feel terrible. I don't want to be jealous, but I'm not entirely wrong either: nothing has improved since the start of the trip.

Everything is like when we were at the castle...

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"Hello, Hak! How are you?"

"Fine." He didn't even look at me.

"Emmm... What are you doing today?" How stupid! I couldn't ask a stupider question: he's obviously looking at my sister!

"I'm looking at Yona-hime. Do you need something?"

"I-I would like to know if you would be willing to come with me to the market one day."

"Sorry, (Y/N)-hime (princess (Y/N)), I can't go out with you: I'm busy taking care of your sister." As always, after all.

Otou-sama (father), why can't I have a bodyguard too? Why does only Yona have it? Why don't you ever consider me?

Why doesn't anyone consider me?

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"I'm not clingy or demanding! I just want… I just want to know why it seems like I don't matter to you. I'm your wife!"

Hak and I are arguing. I didn't like feeling these kinds of emotions and I couldn't stand that situation anymore, so I told Hak about it, thinking it might be a good idea. Of course, I didn't expect him to become more affectionate with me, but I hoped he would at least understand me a little and tone down his attention on Yona.

"You are, but you aren't my first priority, and it's time you realized that and stopped getting in my way! I'm tired of you nagging me all the time! Stay away from me for a while and go away!"

What?

What he said?

I? Clingy to him?

"What did you say?"

"You've heard." His voice is chilling; he's really angry.

"Hak, nee-san (big sister), you two should calm down." I can't stand her anymore! Always getting in the way!

"Shut up! I'm really angry with you too!"

"Why? What have I done?" She really is so damn innocent and stupid! She doesn't understand anything!

"Do you even dare ask me? Are you stupid? Since we left, you've been complaining about wanting to get stronger, but what have you actually done? Have you ever managed to do anything? To save someone? Not to be protected? Do you know how much you annoyed me? I'm not like you: I had no one to protect me, even though I was the eldest daughter and heir to the throne. I had to defend myself, I had to learn to fight alone, I always did everything alone! Don't you dare come here, after you keep putting my husband in danger and fluttering your eyelashes at him, even though he's married to your sister!"

It all happens in an instant: a noise, and then a very strong pain in my right cheek.

Huh? What?

"Don't you ever dare talk to Yona-hime like that again!" Hak?

Was it you? Did you hit me on the cheek? Did you hit your wife to protect another woman? How...

"Hak?"

"Don't call me that anymore and don't be with us anymore. Go away."

"W-what?" How could you say that?

Tears stream down my face.

I feel terrible. My head hurts, I can't breathe, I feel dizzy...

I know, or rather I've always known, Hak cares more about Yona than me and he'll always protect her, despite everything.

I always knew, Hak, I always knew you aren't the right one for me...

"All right. If that is what you all want, I'll walk away. Hak, don't think of me as your wife anymore: you and I no longer exist. I hope you and Yona will be happy together. Goodbye."

~ 💙 ~

It's been a while since I've been away from my sister, Hak and the others, and I couldn't feel better: I found a man, (S/O), who really loves me, who I care about a lot. However, the story with Hak is still an open wound in my heart, even if my current boyfriend understands me and he never makes me worry about this; he's just a perfect boy!

Now, (S/O) and I are at the market buying everything we need to make our lunch. I'm at the fruit stand; he moved away from me because he had met one of his friends.

While I'm choosing fruit to buy, a familiar sound reaches my ears: Hak! Although my mind isn't even processing everything that is happening, my body is already reacting to his voice, so I look around almost desperately to find him: I start running in the direction from which I heard his voice, colliding with some people and risking tripping several times, until I reach him.

Here, right in front of me, there's the man I've loved almost my entire life. He's as beautiful as ever: his blue eyes, which I have always loved to look at, shine like the sea, and his smile is as warm as the embrace of a loved one. However, what makes me so sad is the fact his smile isn't directed at me: he's smiling at Yona, looking at her with so much affection, not at me. He didn't even notice me.

I don't need to see anything else. I don't want to see anything else. I turn and leave.

My mind is full of regret, pain and anger towards myself: why doesn't Hak look at me? What does Yona have that I don't? Why didn't the relationship between us work out? Why do I keep thinking about him? Why don't you get out of my head, Hak?

A few "what if" scenarios ran through my thoughts, although I know there's no point in thinking about them: he's probably engaged to her by now; I, on the other hand, am engaged to (S/O).

I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't do this, nevertheless, as I lean against the wall of an inn, my chest aching like never before, I can't stop the tears from flowing.

~ 💙 ~

"My love? Are you okay?"

"(S/O)?" I lift my head from my crouched position, looking at (S/O). He's crouched in front of me, looking at me worriedly.

Without thinking twice, I throw myself into his arms and hold him, crying into his chest. He returns the hug, immediately holding me tightly and cradling me gently against him, saying sweet words.

"What happened?"

"I... met... Hak..." I tell him, my voice breaking with sobs.

"Oh, my love... Shhhhh, don't worry: everything will be fine. Can I do something to make you feel better?"

"Can you keep hugging me a little longer, please?"

"Of course." (S/O), why are you so kind to me? Why are you close to me, even though you know I love you, but I still love Hak?

I feel like a traitor. I love (S/O), but I still love Hak too, and I don't understand if I really love him or if he's just a replacement for me. I can't understand my feelings, and I don't want to make him suffer...

"Why are you close to me?" My sudden question shocks him.

"How 'why'? Are you thinking about the situation with your ex husband?" How did he figure it out?

I nod, so he holds me even more gently and says: "Don't worry, I already told you. I love you so much, and, if you're confused about your feelings, I'll help you as much as I can, okay?" I nod again, hugging him tighter and pushing my head further into his chest.

What things which were so good have I done to deserve such a kind person next to me?

I may be so selfish, but, even if I still don't have my feelings clear, I want to be with (S/O); I want to feel as good as when I'm with him; I want to feel that beautiful feeling I feel when we're together forever.

"Thank you, (S/O). Can I ask you something else?"

"Yes." I gently pull away from our embrace and look into his eyes.

"Can we be together forever?" He looks at me with wide eyes and a blush that quickly colors all his cheeks; then, his eyes soften and a sweet smile spreads across his face.

"Of course we can. Come -(S/O) stands up and he takes my hand and helps me get up- let's go home."

Thank you, Hak. You weren't the right one for me, but thanks to what happened between us I'm happy now.

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HELLLOOOO mona my LOVE. i would like to hear about age diff if you would be so kind.........

Emmm hiii!! <3 Age diff is what started out as a simple idea of a canon PWP with, one might guess it, an age difference between arthur and merlin (with merlin as the older one, for once 😌) and then basically immediately grew a plot where Ygraine didn't die but "only" got ill, as such the purge did not happen the same way, and Merlin at 20 years older than Arthur is, together with his father, leading a pretty successful opposition. it's 2k words long and not even remotely in sight of the smut that was the inspo (age diff... inexperienced arthur..... fucking you so good you'll come over to my side of the war....... ykwim 👀) but i'm sure i'll get there uhh. eventually lmao

A spy, his father had said; that is what he is supposed to be here. Uther Pendragon has no interest in brokering peace with the magical community, no matter what magical contracts have to say on that matter. Arthur’s father might not have gotten out of sending him here, but he would not be infamous for his stance on magic if he hadn’t equipped Arthur with extensive training as well as instructions on how to use these six months to their favour. Arthur gets it, he does. He knows, too, that destiny and prophecies are fickle concepts at best, treasonous at worst. None of these pieces of knowledge lessen the anticipatory burn though, the twitching of his fingers for something that he does not know the shape of. “Here,” Mordred says, opening the flap of a tent. It’s modest, on first glance, furs and a brazier, a low stool and table taking up most of the space. Still, Arthur is familiar with war tents, and the ones common soldiers get to stay in, if at all. This is generous, all things considered. “Thank you,” he says, offering Mordred a smile. “Would you have any idea of what kind of schedule awaits me, then?” It does smart his pride, a little, to act this deferential to a child, one with magic at that. He knows better to let it show on his first day here, though. As Mordred explains the general schedule of the camp, it begins to dawn on Arthur that he is not going to find himself alone with Emrys anytime soon, that, in fact, he might consider himself lucky if he sees him soon at all. “Is that not why I am here?” he asks eventually, a little more sharply than he should, really. Mordred merely huffs though, rolls his eyes. “The Elders said you might say that. He is our leader though, our King; do you think that King Uther” — he sneers the word, in a manner that strips all the childlikeness from him for a brief, startling moment— “would spend his time with a magical child he is contractually obliged to, without even knowing whether it will be worth the trouble?” The bluntness of it is a shock, and Arthur swallows his first answer, the second and the third, bitterness coating his throat. Reminds himself that of course, of course, Emrys is older, is not merely a heir pushed around by his father but a grown man, long-since leading his own sections in this war that has been going on since Arthur was born.