#good lord the hands on this one i felt like i leveled up a little even if its not perfect

[jaquitor]

trying to draw a little every day, even if its all on the same piece~

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)

"Winter is Coming." — House Stark.

❝ 🐺 — lady l: and another headcanon was made! Yay, I hope it turned out good and that you like it! Forgive me any mistakes. 💙

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of murder, unhealthy platonic relationships, messy writing.

❝🐺pairing: yandere platonic!house stark x gender neutral!reader.

The Starks are one of the most, if not the most, loving families in Westeros. They are fiercely loyal and protect each other with wolf-like intensity and strength. They care for each other and love each other devotedly.

When you were brought into the care of this family, these feelings did not change, but only increased further and became unhealthy. That didn't matter, however, to any of them. They showed their fury towards anyone who dared to get too close to you or threatened you.

Ned was the one who brought you into the wings of his family. You were the child of an innkeeper who ended up being murdered by some thieves, while still a small child you were found by the Lord of Winterfell and he, compassionate about your situation, brought you to his home.

Catelyn didn't know how to react, at first, when she met you. She feared that you were another bastard child of her husband and that he had brought you to be raised just like Jon. But as soon as her husband told her the true story, Catelyn felt a weight lifted from her shoulders and she became closer to you.

Robb gave you a warm welcome. As soon as he met you, he picked you up, hugged you tightly and welcomed you to the family. He adored you immediately and didn't hesitate to treat you like a member of his family. Robb is overprotective and takes care of you like an older brother takes care of a younger one.

Sansa adored you, simple as that. Although a little skeptical of you, like her mother, any worries or reservations she had were gone the moment she laid eyes on you. You looked so small and helpless, her instincts were screaming at her to take care of you. Sansa found herself overwhelmed by this feeling.

Arya is probably the closest to you. She is bold and courageous, she adores you and loves spending time with you, constantly picking fights with others for your attention. Arya is somewhat possessive and gets irritated when attention is stolen from her. She absolutely loves you and loves taking you with her to get away from boring chores.

Bran is the calmest one in his family, he doesn't demand so much of your attention nor is he possessive, he takes everything he can, but his only demand is that you read to him. In return, he'll love reading to you or, if you are interested, teaching you how to climb. He is very calm and the least dangerous.

Rickon is the youngest and, in some ways, the most spoiled. He constantly wants your attention and is always fighting with Arya about it. He likes to follow you around Winterfell and snuggle into your arms. He is quite jealous and will sulk when someone steals you from him.

Jon didn't know what to think of you at first. On one hand he was jealous of seeing you receiving all the love he so desired, on the other hand he was happy to have you around, since he started to like you a lot as he got to know you better. Any animosity he had for you would be forgotten once his obsession consumed him. Jon is very overprotective and will fight anyone to protect you.

Benjen doesn't spend much time by your side because of the Wall, but the few times he visited Winterfell, he adored you and telling you stories or holding you in his arms were his favorite things to do with you.

Ned didn't know things would come to this level. He knew his family would care and love you, but he didn't know how much. He even tried to be rational, but it was no use, not when he found himself obsessed with you. Once you called him "dad", there was nothing more to be done. You were a Stark until your death.

Catelyn acts like a caring and protective mother, which she is. She loves to brush your hair, reading to you or just being by your side. She fulfills your every whim and can never scold you for something. In her eyes, you were her baby and you could do nothing wrong.

Robb and Jon are always fighting over you, although their fights are never serious, they still happen and it's always up to you how to resolve them. A hug and a kiss on the cheek usually does the trick. Robb wants to be your favorite brother and Jon wants your unconditional love.

Sansa and Arya fight more than their brothers, they both want your attention all the time and this always leads to more fights. It's usually Ned who solves them. Sansa wants you to brush her hair while she tells you something and Arya wants to play or train with you.

Bran and Rickon don't fight that much, but sometimes a disagreement can happen when you pay more attention to one. It usually resolves when you threaten them that if they don't stop fighting, they won't have you. They are quick to apologize and hug you.

The Starks are wolves and we all know how protective wolves are of their litter, of their family. They will be ready to eliminate any threat to you and they will do so with a smile. Nothing is more important than you to them. Once the Lannisters arrive, the Starks will be ready to show their claws.

After all, leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe.

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Belladonna - Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Belladonna (Atropa belladonna) - Meaning: Silence, betrayal

Summary: Duke Leto's new wife has been neglected. When the Duke finds her under his Swordmaster, he summons her to his office for a talk but it ends up not being what she expected.

Pairing: Leto Atreides x F!Reader, (past fling) Duncan Idaho x F!Reader

Word Count: 918

Warnings: Slight Hurt/Comfort, fluff, Discussion of marital neglect/politically arranged marriage that leads to infidelity, reader has female genitalia but is otherwise not described, slight language, reader tries to appear aloof, Leto is probably OOC, feelings talk, a little husband/wife flirting at the end

Day 4 my loves! This is my first Dune fic and I have only seen the 2021/2024 films and read through some of the Wiki pages so forgive me if there are horrendous inaccuracies. This takes place pre-Dune by about 10 years, so Paul is a kid and Leto is a little younger but still foxy as hell.

In Bloom Masterlist

Likes, Comments, Reblogs are SUPER appreciated! Thanks for reading <3

The thing about Caladan, you had come to learn, is that no matter where you were in the palace you could always hear the ocean. The crash of waves against the cliff below lulled you to sleep every night since your marriage to Duke Leto about two months ago. Sixty days, of which the Duke had only visited your bedchamber twice. The rest he spent, you assumed, in his chambers with Lady Jessica. 

In fact, you had barely seen him other than your weekly dinners since the wedding. The dinners were silent affairs, you on one end of the long formal dining table and the Duke on the other. Conversation extended no further than pleasantries. You didn’t mind too much — a political marriage like yours wasn’t meant to inspire affection and since the Duke had his concubine and his heir, you were only there to solidify the alliance between Caladan and your home planet, Calypso-9. 

Today, you’d been summoned to his office to discuss yesterday’s incident. 

The incident in which he’d found you underneath his Swordmaster Duncan Idaho in the training room. Half-naked. Writhing and crying in pleasure while Duncan pummeled your cervix with his impressive cock. It had been months since you’d been intimate with someone, and during your self-defense training Duncan’s touches while he corrected your form along with the smell of his sweat and endorphins from the exercise had proven to be too much. You’d given in to your baser instincts, and fuck, did it feel good.

Leto hadn’t said anything, only caught your attention with a loud clear of his throat. When he saw your and Duncan’s eyes on him, all he did was about-face and walk out of the room. 

He maintained the same stoic expression now. His dark eyes bore into yours as he stroked his beard. You had noticed how large his hands were during your wedding ceremony, and you remembered how they felt on you while he dispassionately consummated your union that night. All you could hear were the waves crashing. 

“I think we’re both aware of why I called you here,” he finally said, breaking the silence. 

“You found me fucking Duncan. I apologize if you were offended, my Lord, but I’m not sure why you called me here. Were you offended? Jealous?” You honestly didn’t know why he would want to hash this out between you unless he was going to scold you for being so indiscreet, which you supposed was deserved. 

“What if I was?” He asked, gaze softening before he continued without waiting for your answer, “Even though you and I both know I have no right to be. Our marriage is simply a political arrangement and I have Jessica and Paul while you left your homeworld to come here and be ignored by the husband you never wanted in the first place.” 

Gobsmacked. That was the only way you could describe yourself as you picked your jaw up off the floor. To say you hadn’t expected candor of this level was an understatement.

“I…Apologies, my Lord, but-” 

“Leto.”

“Pardon?”

“You are my wife, there’s no need for formalities. Call me Leto.”

You held back a scoff, turning it into a light sigh instead. “Since this is the second longest conversation we’ve ever had, you’ll forgive my hesitation with familiarities, but alright. Leto,” he nodded gratefully, so you continued, “I don’t fully understand your meaning.” 

“What I mean is I am angry about what I saw yesterday but not for the reasons you may think. I’m not upset with you because I understand that I am what drove you into the arms of my Swordmaster. I am angry with myself for neglecting you so cruelly since our wedding and I promise to do better by you. Perhaps not to Duncan’s extent, but-” 

You burst out laughing, which caused his brows to knit together in confusion. His large hands folded in front of him on his desk as you tried to get yourself under control. 

“I’m - I’m sorry,” you said, waving a hand in front of you, “I don’t mean to be laughing, I swear, but…is that all it would’ve taken to get your attention?” 

“Well, no, but-” 

“To think all I had to do was fuck someone else…I would’ve gotten your attention weeks ago.” 

“You’ve…been wanting my attention?”

This time you let your scoff out, “Of course! When my father told me he’d found me a husband I expected some old, ugly lord with at least two dead wives and no heirs. You cannot imagine the relief I felt when we met and you were none of those things.” 

“I’m not not old,” he chuckled, ducking his head.  

“Oh, pish, you’re barely forty, and don’t look it.” 

He looked up at you from under his regal brow and you felt butterflies stirring in your chest. “And you are one of the most beautiful women who has ever stepped foot on Caladan.” 

You couldn’t help the blush that rose in your cheeks, “Are you flirting with me, Leto?” 

“Perhaps. You are my wife after all,” he smirked, standing from behind his desk and coming around it, offering his arm to you. “Would you like to walk with me? A proper tour of the grounds?” 

You accepted, resting your hand in the crook of his arm and subtly stroking his inner forearm. “And maybe we can stop in the training room?” 

His smirk widened into a smile and you were enchanted at the sight. “Whatever my wife desires.” 

[prettymonegasque]

cards and flowers

Charles Leclerc x fem!driver! reader

Summary: Love is found through many ways. Yours was through messy cards from an adorable toddler with a cute dad.

Warnings: SO.MUCH.CUTENESS. nothing else just fluff!!

Word Count: 1k

A very special fic inspired from my very first request <3

“Papa! We should give her Floppy. Floppy is a great doctor.” Theo held out his stuffed toy as Charles buckled the 3-year-old in the car seat. “Sure, mon amour. She would love it.” Charles chuckled and kissed his son’s forehead. He let out a deep breath and got into the driver’s seat. 

His teammate had a nasty crash during the Saudi Arabian GP. She made it out alive but sustained some minor injuries and had to be hospitalised for monitoring. Charles always worries about everyone he loves. He cannot even fathom losing anyone, especially the girl he’s grown to love and fall harder for every second. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you and never had the balls to confess his feelings. 

The sound of Theo singing along to the radio shook him out of his thoughts. Charles looked at him through the rearview mirror and smiled. He couldn’t wait for two of the most important people in his life to meet.

‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫

“Theo, when we get in we should talk very softly okay? No yelling or running. You should be very gentle. Tu comprends?” (you understand?) Theo nodded as Charles gave him a soft smile and held the toddler’s hand guiding him through the hospital halls. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. You might not have met Theo before but Charles spoke so much about him that it felt like you’ve raised him. He lightly knocked at the door to your suit and heard a low voice asking him to come in. 

“Hey. How are you doing?” Charles gently approached you. Theo clutched his father’s calf and shied away. You let out a small laugh, “I’m fine Charles. This must be the famous little Theo Leclerc.” The toddler replied with a mumble. “Désolé bébé. I didn’t catch that.” You cooed at Theo. “‘m not little. I’m three.” Theo confidently showed two fingers and gave you a toothy grin. 

“Oh my! You’re a big boy, aren’t you? I’m so sorry sir.” You dramatically apologised and got out of bed. Charles immediately stopped you. “Don’t you dare get up. You’re supposed to be resting.” “Lord Perceval, as much as I love you dotting over me, they cleared me for Australia. In fact, I’m getting discharged this evening.” You ignored the eye roll from the Monegasque and kneeled before the toddler to level with him. “Nice to meet you, Theo. I’m Y/N.” You extended your hand which the toddler promptly shook.

“Papa talked a lot about you. He said you’re prettier than Rapunzel. But I think Rapunzel is more prettier.” Theo shrugged. “Did he actually say that?” You giggled and looked up to find a blushing mess of a man. “I do agree with you, Theo. Rapunzel is so much more prettier.”  “Mon chou, don’t you have something to give to Y/N.” Charles tried to switch the subject before his little spawn revealed anything more. “We got you flowers. Papa said lilies are your favourite. I also made you a card. Papa drew everything but I coloured it. I’m very good at colouring.” He shoved the flowers in your hand and proudly showed you the card.

Your heart skipped a beat every time Theo mentioned that his papa talked about you. Does he always talk about me? A silly little thought entered your brain but you were quick to brush it off and continued your conversation with Theo. Unbeknownst to you, Charles was hopelessly falling in love with you and wondered how wonderful it would be if he could witness this every day for the rest of his life.

‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫

It’s been 3 years since that day at the hospital. Three championships, one champagne-and-sweat-covered confession and a lot of dates later, you and Charles sat on the island watching Theo giggling and running from the waves. After a successful yet hectic first half of the season, you relished the quiet moments you got with your little family during the break. You turned to kiss your boyfriend to find him staring at the void, deep in thought. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You nudged him, shaking him out of his trance. He gave a puzzled look. “Whatchu thinking about baby?” “Just you and how much I love you.” He leaned down and kissed you softly. “I love you too, Charles. Toujours.” (always) He smiled and then called out for Theo. The now 6-year-old came running into his arms at full speed. You started tickling him and cherished the giggles that erupted from him. After he calmed down, he looked at his dad and nodded. You were a little suspicious but let it pass. 

“Theo, mon chou, don’t you have something to give Y/N?” Charles urged him. Your brows furrowed in confusion. “Oh yes.  Papa and I made you a card. I drew and coloured it all this time. Look!” He handed you a white envelope. You were still confused, it wasn’t an anniversary or birthday why are you getting a card? But when you opened the envelope and read the card your confusion was replaced by disbelief. 

You gasped and looked up to find your boyfriend on one knee while Theo tried to suppress his excitement. “Y/N, ma cherie. I’ve had the immense pleasure of knowing you for the past four years. And I’ve loved every second of the last three when I got to call you mine. The day Theo was born, I told myself I would love him like no human in this world could. But then you came into our lives and showed both of us a kind of love that is so pure and raw. I don’t ever want that love to stop shielding us. So will you do both of you the greatest honour and marry me?” You were full-on sobbing, snot and all. Charles was tearing up as well. Theo looked like he was about to burst from anticipation. “Yes” That one word changed your life forever. 

‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫ ꒱‧₊˚ ♡ 𓈒 𔘓 ۫

I am very sleep deprived so if you see any plot holes or typos, no u didnt uwu

[lunarmoves]

there was a new security guard working in the daycare. 

you’d been wondering when the higher ups at fazbear entertainment would green light the hiring process for one, and apparently it was sooner than you’d thought. you weren’t a particularly important employee, so it made sense why you wouldn’t have been told, but it was still surprising nonetheless. you didn’t remember the last time the security desk in the daycare had been occupied by someone other than yourself when you were taking your lunch break. granted, you hadn’t been working at the pizzaplex for too long, but you’d seen the records, and the strange disappearance of the last guard was something you were never able to dredge up too much information about. 

you met him on one of your lunch breaks actually, while you were contemplating which fast food restaurant to use your free meal on. you think he started up a conversation because you were likely one of the only human staff members he’d seen since getting hired. not that you could blame him, of course. lord knows the last time you'd spoken to someone not made of metal and wires.

“so many options to pick from, eh?” a voice said from your left and you turned to see the new guard standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets. the cap that came with his uniform was nestled atop his head of curly hair and cast his face in shadow from the neon lights overhead. you could just barely make out the glint of his black eyes. “this place really doesn't disappoint.”

you snorted at his words. fazco was many things, but a disappointment wasn't one of them. "you're telling me. the prices on the other hand..." you made a face and he laughed before sticking out his hand.

"name's vincent," he introduced himself with a bright, charming smile. "'m the new daycare guard." the badge pinned to the left side of his chest was decorated with little stars and winked brightly at you in the lighting.

you grabbed his hand with your own for a firm handshake and introduced yourself as well. "i do repairs around the pizzaplex and the like. places the bots can't get to, occasionally minor repairs on the animatronics themselves." the ones that didn't warrant an entire trip down to parts 'n services, at least.

"nice, i bet you're never out of work, huh?" you shook your head with a lopsided smile. vincent opened his mouth as though to say something else, then seemed to pause and instead looked around the food atrium. "anyways, you got any recommendations? i got an hour for a lunch break and i'm starving."

vincent proved to be excellent company as he joined you for your lunch break. you didn't mind, honestly. it was refreshing to be able to talk to another human—someone whom you didn't have to strain your neck to look up to or whom you could connect to on a level you couldn't with robots and automatons. he was hilarious and charming, with a plethora of stories he regaled you with of his life before he was hired at the pizzaplex. and before you knew it, your time for your lunch break was up and you were saying your goodbyes to vincent as you both made your way back to your respective jobs. your heart felt lighter in a way it hadn't been in a long time.

the process repeated.

vincent joined you for your lunch breaks whenever he managed to catch you in the atrium. it wasn't too often, as your schedule was rather erratic, but he could take his lunch break whenever he wanted. so you eventually just swapped numbers so you could text and meet up instead of basing it off of chance. and your friendship skyrocketed from there with the endless memes you'd send to each other both on shift and off—the late night conversations you'd have about things that varied from miscellaneous to more serious (fazco's history being one of them). it felt inevitable, getting closer.

you had such a good time with him that you didn't even realize how long it'd been since you'd last stepped foot in the daycare.

that is—until you got called in for a repair on the daycare attendant.

the email had been sent straight to your phone. an emergency repair, by the sound of it. you hadn't ever had to do one on sun nor moon. usually it was monty or chica. concern tainted your conscience as you made your way over to the daycare and slipped through the giant castle doors.

immediately, you were spotted by vincent, who waved and jogged over from the far side of the security desk. "hey! that was fast."

"yeah, i was close by," you puffed out, your eyes searching around the daycare for sun. it was later in the evening—nearing closing, in fact—so there luckily weren't many kids around. only a handful, you noted as you spotted them sitting around the playmats, coloring or playing with little hand puppets together. your gaze trailed over to a corner by the security desk, where sun was perched atop one of the large foam blocks with his legs crossed. swaying slightly in place as he kept an eye on the kids in the distance. well, at least he looked fine from here. couldn't be all too bad, then, you thought in relief.

"what happened?" you asked vincent as you made your way towards sun, your hand gripping onto a toolbox you'd snagged earlier from parts 'n services.

"i don't know," he replied in earnest, a frown decorating his face. "i went for a bathroom break and when i got back he wa—"

before he could finish, however, you were spotted by sun, who shot straight up from the foam block and beamed with all the light of a thousand stars at your approaching figure.

"friend!!" he exclaimed and closed the short distance between the two of you to sweep you up in a bone-crushing hug. you let out a surprised laugh, holding onto him for dear life as his torso spun around and around and around in tandem with his rays. "you're here! oh we missed you so so so much!"

"hey bud, missed you too," you wheezed and patted him on the back. his robotic strength was unyielding and you did your best to endure. he nuzzled at the side of your face and eventually set you down. a hand was placed on your shoulder, fingers running adoringly over your uniform.

"dropped this," vincent's voice piped up from behind you and those fingers abruptly tightened. you glanced over your shoulder and turned to accept the toolbox from him as he held it out to you. his gaze flicked from you to sun, subtle. you hadn't even noticed you'd dropped it.

"thanks, man." you offered him a smile and grabbed onto the box's handle. "what were you sa—"

"mr. guard!" sun smoothly cut in, stepping in front of you to lean down over vincent. you couldn't see over the terse line of his back, so you poked your head around him to look at vincent and the dark shadow that'd been cast over his form. "please keep an eye on the children in the meantime. it looks like little jeremy's about to stick a crayon up his nose and we can't have that, nonono!"

vincent's frown deepened. he cast you a final look before he nodded shortly. you almost thought he was going to argue. "alright." and then he turned on his heel to make his way over to the kids. you watched him carefully—the rigid line of his shoulders—then jolted slightly when sun spun back around to face you with a bright grin.

you spoke up before he could. "what was that all about?"

"what was what all about?" he asked innocently, his hands clasped behind his back as he swayed side to side, further blocking your view of vincent. you gave him a look.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about," you said flatly and gestured at him to take a seat back on the foam block. he complied with a flourish, spinning on his feet to plop upon it. even sitting he wasn't much shorter than you.

he bobbed his head side to side as though he was contemplating. you set down your toolbox next to him and placed your hands on your waist, raising an eyebrow expectantly at him. he wavered, then let out an exaggerated sigh.

"it's just— the guards!" he tossed his head back dramatically, then leaned forward to stage whisper at you. "we never liked them, you know. and this one is..." he trailed off, eyes squinting as his smile thinned like the edge of a blade.

you rolled your eyes. you did, in fact, know of their distaste for the guards. it was why the daycare had gone so long without one. you couldn't really blame sun, you supposed. after all, they had been on their own for a long time and were more than capable. you weren't entirely sure what fazco was doing. maybe a parent complained.

"vincent's not too bad," you said and lowered your hands from your waist. sun tilted his head at you, gaze trained on your face. you clicked your tongue. "anyways, where's the injury? show me."

"riiiight here!" he brandished his hand at you—the one that you soon realized he'd been carefully keeping out of your sight all this time.

and for good reason, too. your jaw dropped at the way his hand hung off his wrist, held together by a few measly wires. "sun, what happened?!" you gasped as you jolted towards him and gingerly took hold of his hand. wires had snapped ruthlessly apart, splintered and shredded.

"oh, you know!" he waved his free hand, gaze still pinned onto you as you turned his hand this way and that, a crease forming between your brows. "just had a little oopsie, is all! doesn't hurt a bit!" and he spun his rays as though to show how unbothered he was.

you immediately let go of his hand and started fumbling for your toolbox to pull out supplies. you'd honestly prefer to have him get repaired down in parts 'n services for this, but knowing his adverseness to the place, there was no way you'd be able to.

"a little oopsie?" you asked incredulously. "this is a bit more than an oopsie, bud."

"ah, it's nothing our beloved repair tech can't fix!" he replied sweetly, gazing at you in a way that made something in your stomach flutter about. you grumbled and got to work, resolutely ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

as you diligently worked on cutting and splicing the remaining wires together after turning off the electricity being routed to his hand, sun hummed happily to himself. "so!" he piped up after a moment of you concentrating heavily on his injury. "where have you been all this time, hm?"

you shrugged slightly, eyes firmly fixed to two wires you were splicing. the way they had torn was a bit... strange. like they'd been ripped or stretched apart until they tore. "been busy running around doing repairs, the usual."

"repairs, huh?" he mused, something to his voice that you couldn't quite decipher. "surely you are not working even during your lunch break? it is important to get your rest, friend!"

"i'm not, don't worry," you soothed, glancing up at him. "i've just been eating in the atrium lately. no biggie. sorry i haven't been by, i guess it... slipped my mind." you winced slightly at your words. truly, it had not occurred to you with how your breaks had been filled with hanging with vincent.

this close, you could see the offset white of his ringed pupils, roving over your body and drinking you in like he was a man starved. "i see. you would not happen to be spending it with ah, the guard over there, would you?"

you scrunched your nose at him. "why does it matter if i was?"

"no reason!" he grinned, but there was a tautness lining the edges of his smile that you did not quite like. his gaze flicked briefly over your shoulder, then back to you where his eyes upturned into crescents. "we're just happy to see you again! do make time for us too, yes?" his voice softened and lowered to a murmur. "the daycare isn't the same when you're not here with us."

now that just made you feel guilty. you swallowed it down as best as you could and gave him a small smile. "sorry," you repeated again gently. "i will."

it didn't take much longer to fix up his hand, and before you knew it, he was bouncing to his feet and flexing it every which way to show off its replenished dexterity. "good as new! thank you, my friend!" he scooped you up into another hug and you laughed, dizzy on his excitement.

"yeah, yeah. no more oopsies from now on, okay?" you chided him with a wagging finger once he'd placed you gently back upon the ground. he fixed your rumpled shirt for you, smoothing it down with large fingers. "i forbid it!"

"no promises!" he replied, booping you on the nose before clasping his hands together behind his back.

you packed up your tools and glanced down at your phone to check the time. almost closing. you should head out soon. you glanced over to vincent to see that most of the children had been checked out while you'd tended to sun. the last one was dozing on a playmat as vincent sat nearby, scrolling idly on his phone.

"alright, i need to go," you told sun as you started walking over to the looming castle doors. he followed you like a particularly lithe shadow. "got an early morning tomorrow."

"get some rest, friend!" he said, but you weren't paying attention to him anymore. vincent had caught your eye and quietly got up from his seat to jog over and meet you by the doors.

"all good?" he asked you once he'd come to a stop by your side, his hands buried in his pockets. you nodded and his gaze flicked to sun over your shoulder. he pointed over to the last kid snoring away. "you wanna look after the tyke now? my shift's over."

sun's eyes creased together as he smiled stiffly. one of his rays twitched. "of course! i will see you... tomorrow."

"yep. bye." succinct and terse, vincent gave sun a two-fingered salute then jerked his head at you before he pushed open the doors and left. you eyed vincent's retreating back first, then sun.

this was so weird. you exhaled through your nose and held onto your toolbox tightly. "...bye sun. see you tomorrow, promise."

"i will hold you to that!" was his merry response, and he waved at you with a grin as you left the daycare. white pupils followed you out, the door closing slowly behind you as something unsaid lingered in the air. you gave the doors a final look, then turned towards vincent, who was waiting for you a few feet away.

you considered bringing up all of... that—and boy was the last hour a lot to unpack—but a quick glance at the bags under vincent's eyes had you dropping it. later, you'll ask later.

you walked over to him. "hey, thanks for calling the repair in," you said as you both made your way up the stairs. "sun hates parts 'n services, it would've been a nightmare calling a mechanic to bring him down."

vincent gave you an odd look, one of his eyebrows raising. "what are you talking about?" he asked slowly, confused. "i didn't call it in. i told you i had been in the bathroom?"

he had said that, hadn't he. "oh." you thought he'd called it once he got back, but you guessed you were wrong. "and you really didn't see what'd happened?"

"nope." he took off his cap and ran his hand through his hair before setting it back on his head. "i don't have a single clue."

you hummed, glancing over your shoulder at the daycare as you both walked past the party rooms on the upper level. through the glass and netting, you could see sun, standing by one of the playpens. watching you and vincent with white eyes that gleamed even through the fluorescent lighting.

you suppressed a shiver and turned away, a burning gaze following you until you disappeared beyond a point where it no longer could.

connected to this drabble!

[white-sinner]

the curtain opens on the side characters

Barbatos x male dancer reader

Smut

A/N:Hi everyone, I'm back! sorry for the absence but school kept me really busy but now the hard period is over so I can go back to posting💜

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ok you two would be one of the nicest and most responsible couples in the Devil dom (and anyway you would practically become Diavolo's second dad)🍰

at the beginning of the exchange program of the exchange program, Barbatos felt neutral towards you, no feelings in particular, which will change later on

the fact that you were in hell as an exchange student did not stop you from continuing your sport i.e. dance is one evening while you were training in the RAD gym when you heard someone clapping at the end of your performance, it was Barbatos who was left behind school to search for some documents of some students

Barbatos: you were really good I saw some nobles who are not even close to your level of dancing

M/N:thanks but what are you doing here at this time?

Barbatos: I came to get some documents

M/N: do you want a hand?

Barbatos: If it's not a bother, a little company would be nice

Barbatos doesn't talk much about his feelings, the only one who knew was Diavolo and since Barbatos had taken care of him since he was little it didn't take a genius to get Diavolo to understand that his trusted butler had a crush on him for the male human dancer of the exchange program

obviously Lord Diavolo couldn't ignore the situation so not only did he get involved but he also involved Lucifer to help you and Barbatos in your love poem

obviously after a while your relationship evolved (and thanks to the help of Lord Devil) Barbatos confesses in a very refined way, inviting you to drink tea with him after a delicious tea made by him, he gave you a bouquet of roses and he gave you a beautiful romantic speech

once you were an official couple no one at RAD had the courage to do anything bad to you knowing Barbatos' power

obviously Lucifer put the brothers in line by saying that they couldn't try to flirt or try to steal from Barbatos since Barbatos was Lord Devil's faithful butler and friend anyway

it wasn't uncommon to see you helping Barbatos in his work at the palace but you weren't bothered since you were with Barbatos anyway

your dates with Barbatos were having tea with him, walking the streets of the Devil dom, dancing with him or him admiring you practicing your dance choreographies

You can swear that Barbatos is at every one of your performances or dance competitions. This man is super supportive when it comes to your passion

SMUT

Barbatos' favorite thing is how your body is flexible and since you were a dancer your body was perfect to be put in a thousand different positions

in your sex sessions Barbatos is always gentle and makes sure you are comfortable as his cock slowly enters your little hole while you moan

obviously before starting he lubricates your hole with his sperm which was practically equivalent to a lubricant from the human world being that the sperm of demons was very sense and slippery

his movements inside you were slow but satisfying the shape of his cock could be seen in your belly

obviously if you ask him to be faster and more aggressive he will satisfy you...but let's say that the next day you might end up like this ⬇️

obviously after each round he stops to check if everything is in order before continuing

Barbatos: you are doing so well my beautiful and poseable little dancer~

as for aftercare, they are literally a paradise descended into hell, he prepares a hot bath for you, delicately dressing you in his clothes, then he puts you in bed and feeds you some food prepared by him while he cuddled you

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[randofics]

I love your 'bots reacting to you reaching where they can't posts. Would you do one for the 'cons?

Here ya go darlin' hope ya like it!

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Starscream

When you first met the con, he had been very xenophobic towards you. He wouldn't touch you, let alone go anywhere near you unless ordered by Megatron, and even then, he'd put up a fuss about it. So when he got shrapnel lodged in his turbine blades and knockout couldn't get it without invasive measures, it was up to none other than you to pry it out. He absolutely dreaded it, but he also couldn't fly without his turbine, so if you had to do it over knockout performing surgery, then so be it.

He transformed hissing in pain as the turbine blades flexed, making the shrapnel cut into them. Using a box as a step stool, you came level with the engine. You spotted the wedged metal and began to reach for it before hesitating. He could easily shred your arm. You'd seen the plane accident documentaries on a binge last year and knew well enough of the tornado force winds engines could produce. There had only been one man you'd heard of to survive being sucked into a military jets engine, and it had been through sheer luck. His vest strap snagged on the metal inside, stopping his body from being sucked further in, but his hand had been effectively shredded by the blades.

Starscream's voice broke you from your dark thoughts. "I'm not going to harm you, fleshy. As much as I'd like to, Megatron gave me direct orders not to."

That was only slightly reassuring, but you steeled yourself and slowly moved your hand forward between the first set of blades. With your wrist pushed between two of the thin blades, you reached for the mangled metal shard slotted through the second set. With your fingers firmly on it, you wiggled it, only making it move slightly. "Do hurry fleshy before I dislodge it with your arm still inside." His voice was slightly pained as you got a better grip on it.

"Going as fast as I can... aha!" You pulled the surprisingly long strip of metal from his blades and extracted your hand swiftly along with it. He let out a sigh of relief and expiramentally spun his blades. "That feels much better. Now I can go finish my work." Without so much as a thank you, he sauntered out however you did get a thanks from knockout.

Megatron

Megs wasn't a fun mech to be around, especially when you were his prisoner. But whenever the chance arose to get in his good graces, you took the opportunity. One day, when he returned to the nemesis after battle and he walked into his quarters, where he was also keeping an eye on you (Those good for nothing bots couldn't be trusted with a pawn like you). The door shut with a hiss locking behind him, and his shoulders relaxed he even let the slight hobble in his walk show, probably having forgotten you were there.

You watched as he sat in his desk chair and spun around to face you in your little cage. Your curiosity getting the better of you made you speak. "Lord Megatron, may I ask why you're injured?"

He let out an angered and frustrated growl, looking away from you. "Your autobot comrades got a few lucky shots on me, and I seem to have something lodged in my plating, most likely from the battle. He felt under one of the plates on his side, wincing slightly at a tender spot. "Was knockout not able to remove it?"

His optics flashed in anger, and he slammed his fist down on the chair arm. "I do not need his help with such a trivial thing! It will dislodge itself eventually." You held up your hands to placate him and just left it at that.

A day later and he came back in with an even worse hobble wincing as he sat in his chair. "You want me to remove that thing for you?... Lord Megatron." He sighed, pushing up off his seat and grabbing hold of your cage. He entered the pass code, and the door creaked open. You hopped out onto the table and motioned for him to show you which plate it was under. He leaned awkwardly over you so you could reach the panel of metal, and gently, you lifted it so you could get a better look.

A small rock (small to him anyway) was lodged in such a way that whenever he walked it ground into some of his finer components. "Ouch, that's probably like me getting a bone splinter in one of my joints. I'm surprised it wasn't bothering you this much yesterday."

"Quit your rambling and remove it, fleshy."

"Ok ok do you have anything I can use to knock it out? I'm not strong enough to pull it out by hand." You could practically hear him roll his optics, but he reached to a shelf above and grabbed a tiny object, dropping it next to you. It just looked like another piece of metal to you, but it was a proper shape and weight. You got back in position and aimed the object at the rock striking it once, then twice without much success. Megatron hissed as he involuntarily shifted and that stubborn piece of rock ground into the metal around it.

The third strike split it in half, and it fell away dropping to the floor far below. He stepped back, testing his flexibility, and you could tell it was still sore but not near as bad as it had been. He looked down at you, motioning for you to go back into your cage he locked the door behind you and had you toss the metal object outside. "Thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome, I guess?"

Knockout

Knockout was relatively friendly for a con and not nearly as xenophobic as some of the others could be. In fact, he was quite the opposite in that sense. He's very curious, maybe a little too curious about human anatomy and organ functions. But you could definitely get a few laughs from and with him. Eventually, your curiosity of their anatomy grew as you ran out of things to entertain you.

He was more than happy to explain things to you in the utmost detail. When you mentioned you'd love to get an in person look at a cybertronians inner workings, he happily volunteered for a light viewing. He transformed and popped his hood, revealing an alien, engine-esqe jumble of mirrored components where a normal engine would be. The metal wasn't sparkling like you expected with him, but it wasn't dirty either.

Your eyes sparkled with wonder as you tried to imagine how each piece would work, and without realizing you leaned over, your soft legging covered thighs smooshing against his red finish. Your hands gripped the inside lip of his engine space, letting you get a closer look at a smaller component that caught your eye. As if you were admiring a precious stone, you lightly grazed the edge of the glowing centerpiece's metal covering. Blue light shown through the purpose built air intakes on either side of the cover.

At your touch there, he shook like he'd been hit with an electric shock and slammed his hood shut as you jumped away. Clearing his vocalizer, he spoke with a very unlike him stutter. He also seemed a bit higher pitched than normal. "OK, that's enough of a ha-hands-on look for now. I-I need to return to my work, or Lord Megatron will be angry with me."

Jittery, he got back to work at his computer, leaving you to your own devices and wondering just what exactly that was all about.

"What in cybertron was that!? Their touch was so light, yet it was like I hit a powerline!" Perhaps it had been a bad idea to let you do that.

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hi! can you make something uuhhh... kinda spicy..? the side characters reaction to getting catch making out/ kissing mc hard?😳

Hi there, anon!

This is by far the spiciest thing I've ever posted here (ETA: lol), but I would still say it's only slightly spicy. They ended up a little longer than I meant for them to, but you know when inspiration strikes, I tend to go with the flow and not question it. Anyway, I hope the spice level is okay and that they're not too cheesy, but either way I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the request!

side characters make out with GN!MC and react to getting caught

Warnings: making out, kissing, touching, etc, but everyone stays clothed lol

Diavolo

You had received a message from Diavolo earlier that evening asking you to come see him at the Demon Lord's Castle. Although he hadn't said what it was he wanted to talk to you about, you were pretty sure it was regarding an upcoming event that you were helping him plan. So you made your way over to the castle quickly.

He had been at his desk in his office, working away, when you arrived. He looked up at you as you entered the room, putting down his pen and actually standing up to greet you.

"Thank you for coming, MC!" he said, taking your hand and leading you to a seat in front of his desk.

You sat down as he passed several papers to you. A glance revealed that you were correct - they were about the event at RAD that you were planning. You had some ideas about it already and the two of you launched into a discussion about logistics and such things.

When your talk finally came to an end, you nodded firmly. "Okay," you said. "I'll have all this ready in the next couple of days."

"That would be wonderful, but don't overwork yourself, MC," Diavolo said.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," you said. You stood up from your seat and smiled at him. "Good night, Diavolo. I'll see you at RAD tomorrow."

You turned and walked toward the door. You were about to open it when you found that somehow Diavolo was already standing in your way. How did he get there so fast? But you didn't have time to wonder too much about that.

He frowned, but it was more like a pout and you could see the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Must you leave so soon?"

You folded your arms and looked at him. "We both have a lot of work to do."

Diavolo couldn't keep the smile off his face. He moved closer to you, settling his hands on your waist. "I know, MC," he said. "But can't we take advantage of these few moments alone? I promise I'll be able to work twice as hard later."

You scoffed at this, but you also felt a smile creeping onto your face. You couldn't exactly refuse those sparkling gold eyes. "I guess I have a few minutes…"

Diavolo pulled you closer, kissing you as your hands rested on his chest. The heat from his soft lips spread throughout your entire body as you felt an electric thrill run through your stomach.

Diavolo began to move forward, causing you to move backward until you ran into his desk. You felt him lift you to sit on his desk and you let out a small sound of surprise, nearly breaking the kiss. Your concern quickly fled as he moved in further, one hand leaning against the desk beside you and one cupping your cheek.

You could feel the flush warming your face and neck as his hand moved from your cheek into your hair. Your own hands gripped the front of his uniform before sliding up to clasp behind his neck.

The hand in your hair slid down your spine slowly before stopping on your lower back. You couldn't help but arch into the touch. This broke the kiss, but Diavolo's lips were now on your neck. You bit your lip as he trailed kisses down your throat.

The door to the office opened with a slight creak.

You froze. Diavolo pulled away, hovering over you, but clearly not willing to completely let you go.

You looked over his shoulder at Lucifer, who stood in the doorway holding a stack of papers in one hand, his other hand still on the doorknob.

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting," he said, his voice full of sarcasm. "I'll just leave these here." He put the papers on a nearby table before exiting immediately, shutting the door sharply with a snap.

You looked back at Diavolo, who was staring at you in surprise. Then he laughed, standing up straight and running a hand through his hair as he did so.

"I'm so sorry, MC," Diavolo said, a light blush across his cheeks. "I'm afraid I got carried away and forgot that Lucifer was coming by. Can you forgive me?"

You sighed. The pool of warmth that had settled in your stomach still lingered, fueled by Diavolo's cheerful response to having been caught like this. "I'll forgive you on one condition."

"Anything for you," he said.

You slipped off the desk, fixing your clothes and hair as you did so. Then you straightened his tie, which had gotten skewed. "Next time, invite me over when you aren't working so we can have the whole evening to ourselves."

"I promise," he said, smiling brightly.

Barbatos

It was a rainy day in the Devildom and for some reason you found yourself craving one of Barbatos's signature cakes. When you asked him about it, he offered to come over to the House of Lamentation to make one for you. That was how you found yourself in the kitchen, watching as he expertly mixed various ingredients to create cake, frosting, and filling. You helped where you could, but really it was best to just watch the master at work.

He had removed his gloves and RAD uniform jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his green shirt. It was really quite enjoyable to watch him as he made the batter or piped the frosting. Barbatos was always smiling and content while he was baking. He was in his element and you couldn't help but stare at him as he moved about the kitchen.

When the cake was finally ready, you waited in anticipation as Barbatos cut you a slice. He placed it on a little plate before using a fork to scoop up a bite. You watched curiously, thinking he was going to sample it himself before allowing you to eat some. Instead, he held the fork out to you.

You blushed instantly, but you held his gaze while you leaned forward and ate the cake off the fork. He waited, watching you.

"It's delicious, of course," you said. "You don't… you're not going to feed it all to me, are you?"

Barbatos smiled, placing the plate on the counter. "Did you think I hadn't noticed the way you were staring, MC? It was quite distracting."

"I couldn't help it," you said. "If you could see yourself, you wouldn't blame me."

Barbatos moved closer to you. He leaned in, not quite touching you. "I came here this afternoon to satisfy your craving," he said quietly in your ear. "But your keen attention has caused a different craving in me, I'm afraid. Won't you indulge me?"

You knew he was waiting for some kind of confirmation from you. He was so close, you couldn't quite focus because your heart was pounding too hard. You opened your mouth, as though you were going to say something, but found that no words came out. So instead you closed the remaining space between you, put your hands on his cheeks, and kissed him.

You felt Barbatos's arms wrap around you, pressing you to him. You kept one hand on his face, but let the other one fall to grip his arm, your fingers coming in contact with his rarely exposed skin. You gently nipped his bottom lip and he opened his mouth for you. Your whole body was warm, a giddy feeling bubbled up in your stomach, and the taste of him was so much sweeter than any dessert.

You felt his hands moving slowly but deliberately up and down your back. The sensation of heat was almost overwhelming you.

You tried to stop yourself, but it was no use. "Barbatos," you moaned his name into his lips and you felt his grip on you tighten.

Your knees were weak and just as you thought you might not be able to stay standing, there was a clatter at the other end of the kitchen.

"Ohhh MC! Barbatos! Why didn't you invite me to this make out party?"

You felt yourself blush intensely as you pulled away and saw Asmodeus walk into the room.

Barbatos smiled at you before letting you go and turning around. "Asmodeus," he said, perfectly composed. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo pouted. "Are you really going to try to pretend that you guys weren't just making out?"

"Asmodeus," Barbatos said again. He was smiling, but an aura of black and purple had sprung up around him. "Would you like some cake?"

Asmo shuddered. "That cake looks divine, of course I'd love a piece!"

Barbatos began to cut another piece of the cake for Asmo while you picked up your own plate and took another bite. It was as amazing as it always was. Word spread quickly around the House of Lamentation that there was cake to be had. There were no leftovers, especially after Beel showed up. Barbatos was more than happy to make another cake so everyone was satisfied.

Later on, you stood by the front door as Barbatos prepared to return to the castle. He was back in his full uniform, white gloves and all. He paused in the front doorway, taking both of your hands in his.

"Should you wish to enjoy that cake again, I must insist that you come to the Demon Lord's Castle," he said with his usual smile. "Allow me to treat you to a full tea party as well."

You leaned in a little closer and kissed his cheek. "I would love to," you said. "Especially if it's a tea party just for two."

Simeon

You lingered outside the door of the home economics classroom, waiting for Simeon to come out. Many delicious aromas wafted out as the other students filed past you, chatting about the various things they had made during class.

You had just come from seductive speechcraft, where you had received a message from Simeon on your D.D.D. After working out a couple of the typos, you realized he was asking you to meet him here at the home economics classroom so you could have lunch together. He had made something tasty and wanted to share it with you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Simeon emerged from the classroom with a small box in his hands. He smiled when he saw you.

"I'm sorry if you were waiting long, MC," he said.

"It wasn't that long," you said. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Simeon said, still smiling. "I was thinking we could eat outside. It's a nice afternoon."

"Sure," you said.

You and Simeon made your way through the halls, down the front steps, and through the grounds to a mostly secluded spot surrounded by trees. You both sat down at the base of one of the trees. Simeon carefully opened the box he'd been carrying to reveal a couple of his famous BLT devil sandwiches.

"I made a lot of these today," he said. "I gave most of them to Beelzebub during class, but I saved these for us to have for lunch."

You pulled two devil crush super spicy mango juices from your bag. "I brought drinks," you said.

"That's perfect," Simeon said. "Thank you, MC."

It didn't take the two of you long to eat your lunch, laughing and talking the whole time. When you were finished, there was still time left before you needed to go back to class.

You sighed and leaned back against the tree. "This is so nice," you said. "I wish I could just stay here with you forever instead of going back to class."

Simeon laughed and leaned toward you, taking one of your hands. "Forever? Are you sure you would want to stay with me that long, MC?"

The bright smile on his face and the way his blue eyes were shining caused you to lean closer and say, "Yes. Forever."

Simeon blushed and raised your hand to his lips, kissing it softly while looking up at you.

Your heart began to race. You turned your hand in his and cupped his cheek.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you simultaneously moved closer together, your lips meeting. Simeon shifted so he was on his knees before you, one hand on your thigh and the other still covering yours which remained on his cheek. You could feel his skin flushing beneath your touch.

You opened your mouth without thinking about it clearly, eager for more of him. He responded instantly, if tentatively. You ran a hand through his hair, letting the soft, smooth strands fall through your fingers.

You pulled away briefly for some air and found yourself looking at the soft brown skin of his throat, peeking above the high collar of his shirt. You kissed it and you couldn't resist continuing down to his exposed collarbone and one of his shoulders.

"M-MC-" Simeon's grip on your thigh tightened as he said your name.

There was a rustling in the tree above you and a loud thud nearby.

Simeon sat back and stood up in one fluid motion, clearly surprised. You looked up to see Belphie rubbing at his eyes. He seemed exasperated.

"Can't a demon take a nap in a tree without being disturbed around here?" he asked, giving you both a sleepy look. "You guys better stop making out and get back to class or you'll get detention for skipping."

Simeon sighed and held out a hand to help you up. You accepted the offered hand, letting him pull you to your feet. You saw that he was blushing only slightly less than you were.

You were ready to get on Belphie's case for sleeping in trees, but he was already on his way back to RAD. You turned to Simeon bashfully. "Thanks for lunch," you said.

Simeon laughed and shook his head. "You're welcome, MC. We should do this again. We'll just have to make sure the tree we choose to sit by doesn't have Belphegor napping in its branches."

You couldn't help but laugh, too. It was embarrassing to get caught, but Simeon still looked like he was happy just to be with you. He held your hand all the way back to RAD.

Solomon

You had been in the library at RAD with Solomon for the last couple of hours, reading through a stack of books. He was researching some minute details of a certain kind of spell involving a magic circle, but it was an old spell and there was limited information about it. So you had to look through many old books to see if you could find even a small mention of it.

You closed the book you were currently looking through as you reached the end and realized that you had no more books in your to-read stack.

The library was quiet at this hour of the day. Across the table from you, Solomon was engrossed in whatever book was in front of him. The look on his face was one of serious concentration.

You didn't want to disturb him, but he seemed to sense that you were watching him. He looked up at you, smiled and leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head for a moment.

"Are you done already?" he asked.

"I've gone through all of these," you said.

Solomon nodded. "Come on, there are plenty of other books to look through. I'll help you get more from the shelves."

You got up from the table and followed Solomon. You frowned when he passed by the books you thought he was going to stop at.

You jogged a little to catch up to him. "Um, weren't the books back there?"

"There are more over here," he said. "I think we might be more successful with these."

He stopped in front of the back wall of books and indicated the top half of the shelves. "You can use this step stool to reach them," he said, pulling a little step stool from nearby. "If you want to hand them down to me, we can take back a stack of them."

You stepped up onto the first step and knew immediately that the stool wasn't balanced right. It tipped slightly and you stumbled, throwing out your hands in an attempt to catch yourself.

Fortunately for you, Solomon was there to catch you. However, you then found yourself with your back pressed against the shelf and his arms wrapped around you. You knew he saw the blush that you could feel suddenly spring to your cheeks.

Solomon seemed reluctant to let you go. "Are you all right, MC? I'm sorry I almost caused you to get hurt."

"I'm fine," you said. "It scared me a little, though."

Solomon reached up and brushed back some of your hair, which had fallen forward into your face when you fell. "Let me make it up to you," he said, leaning in closer and pausing, lips inches away from yours.

You took the invitation and kissed him, letting your arms wrap around him, your fingers clinging to the back of his RAD uniform. He responded by pressing into you, keeping a hand behind your back to prevent you from being pushed uncomfortably into the bookshelf. His kiss was hot and heavy, his touch needy.

You felt dizzy, ready to get lost in him and forget about the old books for a while. A twinge of butterflies fluttered through your insides as you felt yourself flushing in response. The heat around you increased, Solomon's body pressed up against yours, one of his hands tracing lightly down your arm.

You gasped as Solomon broke away long enough to move to your neck. You tangled a hand in his hair as he made his way down to your collarbone, biting gently at your skin.

And then someone cleared their throat loudly.

Solomon reluctantly pulled himself away from you, turning to look at whoever had interrupted while straightening his uniform.

Satan stood there, arms folded, looking like he was about to go into demon form on the both of you. "Solomon. MC. What are you doing? This is a library. And I need one of the books you're so blatantly making out on."

You blushed, covering your face with your hands. "Sorry," you mumbled into your palms.

Solomon laughed and took your hands away from your face. "Sorry about that, Satan," he said. "We were just leaving."

Solomon led you back to the table where the books from earlier remained stacked.

"I thought there were more…?" you said.

Solomon shook his head, still smiling. "I think we're done for the day, don't you? We can pick up again another time. Let me walk you home."

You nodded, then stopped when something dawned on you. "Solomon, couldn't you have just used magic to get those books down from the top shelves?"

Solomon laughed again. "I suppose I could have."

You laughed, too. Like he really needed to make up an excuse like that to kiss you. You let him walk you home and made sure he knew as much before you parted ways.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[timeslugarts]

Hellooooo I just saw that you’re taking HH requestsssss!!! Also I hope you’re having an amazing dayyyy!! (Also take your time, no rush here hun)

Ok so a Lucifer x (f) reader where she and a few of her performance group get invited to do a dance for the king of hell himself and many others at a party with some of the most important figures of hell. The reader, while performing, catches Lucifer’s eye and so after the group performs Lucifer FINALLYY gains the courage to speak with her and appreciate her talent.

If you can do this that would be greatttt!!! ♡♡

Ahahaha! I did it! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy reading it 💖

LUCIFER X PERFORMER READER

Your nerves were singing, this might be the biggest performance of your whole career here in Hell. The Lucifer, King of Hell, big boss on campus, asked for your group to dance at his gala personally. This could be everything, the thing to bring your group to the next level.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you needed to make sure everything was perfect. You were fidgeting with your bottles, and palettes, making sure your makeup was perfect. Adding extra glitter to make sure you stood out and sparkled on stage.

"Alright ladies, it's time to go, break a leg everyone!" Your manager announced to the group of you. Taking a slow steadying breath you stood up. Time to go.

Lucifer sat on his throne at the far back of the ballroom, Asmodeus and him deep in conversation, just trying to catch up since he's been away for so long. It was nice seeing Ozzie again, he was always one of Lucifer's favorites and they fell right back into the rhythm of things.

"So have you been looking for any fresh meat since Lil's been gone?" Ozzie said, wiggling his brows, Lucifer blushed.

"Wha… I, no-" Lucifer stammered, he really hadn't thought about anyone like that in a long time.

"Oh come on your highness," Ozzie said with a grin, "you have to get your tail wet at some point, it's not good to be hung up over the same woman for the rest of your life."

He sighed, "yeah I know, it's just-"

Your performance had begun.

You had stepped out center stage to a single spotlight and begun to move your body to the rhythm. Lucifer was starstruck, he had frozen mid sentence, enraptured by your beauty and grace. Ozzie noticed too, he raised an eyebrow at his demon lord, grin growing ever wider.

The rest of your group had joined you on stage as the music came to a crescendo. All of you moving in time, bodies sweaty adding extra shine to the already copious amounts of glitter.

Lucifer still hadn't moved, Ozzie wasn't even sure he'd blinked, growing a little concerned he waved a hand in front of his face. Lucifer reached out and held his wrist tight to stop it from moving, it was an automatic reaction, like a robot. Lucifer held Ozzie's wrist for the whole rest of the performance.

Once your group had finished, taking a bow as everyone clapped, Ozzie leaned over and whispered, "you know I can get you her number if you want?"

"I, what?" Lucifer had snapped back to reality all at once, dropping Ozzie's wrist instantly. He was so stoopified by your dance that he hadn't even realized what he'd done.

"Yeah, they perform for me in the Lust Ring all the time," Ozzie leaned even closer, brow cocked, "who do you think suggested they perform tonight?" He grinned at his easily flustered boss, noticing the pink dusting his cheeks. The King of Hell was such a baby sometimes. "Or… I could introduce you?"

"I think I… have to go." Lucifer rose from his throne and dashed away in a panic hearing Asmodeus' laughter the whole way.

He was in a quiet hallway far from the rest of the crowd, his heart was hammering in his chest, his blood felt thick. He hasn't had that sort of immediate reaction to anyone since he saw Lillith in the garden. He placed a hand to the wall to steady himself, his knees wobbled a little.

"Are you ok?" Lucifer whipped around, and just his luck, there you were. You had changed out of your dance outfit and were wearing something more casual. Glitter still stuck to your face and hair though. He wanted to reach out and brush it away.

Instead he rubbed his hands together and noticed how sweaty they had gotten.

"Y-yeah, I'm… I'm ok." He chuckled weakly. God he was making such an ass of himself.

"Oh my god, you're Lucifer." You had looked starstruck. "Thank you so much for letting us perform here for you, it was such an honor." You bowed before him a shy smile gracing your features.

"No no, don't… don't do that." He said taking your shoulders and correcting your posture. "You were truly an experience, I'm the one who should be honored."

His charming smile lit your cheeks on fire, not to mention his hands still lingering on your shoulders. You couldn't believe how kind Lucifer was being, you could feel the butterflies in your chest.

"Th- thank you so much, that truly means a lot." You smiled gently his way.

It was his turn to blush, quickly taking his hands back and rubbing them together anxiously, when had they become so sweaty?

"Would… would you like to go to dinner sometime?"

What.

You stared, wide eyed, mouth open. He looked so shy, his eyes were avoiding yours at all costs. You giggled causing him to perk up.

"Of course, I would love to." You smiled.

"So, tomorrow at 8?" He was so suddenly very excited, he did it, asked you out and better yet, you said yes!

"Perfect!" You were grinning ear to ear matching his enthusiasm.

"I'll see you then!" He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and promptly exited the gala.

Lucifer was standing on the sidewalk outside of the building when he realized that in all his excitement he didn't ask you for your number, he had no way of contacting you.

"Shit." He mumbled as he made his way back inside.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Not wanted (part 1)

Pairing : Daemon Targaryen x Chubby fem reader

Summer : "The silver hair of the prince was blown by the slight breeze, his purplish gaze burned with an anger worthy of his dragon. Y/n although set back could observe the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. Daemon was in front of her father, Dark sister in hand."

Author’s note: hello, I post the first part of "Not wanted" now, so you don’t wait as much. Part two will probably be published during the week or else it will be two publications on Sunday. I hope you enjoy this first part. Enjoy your reading.

Trigger warning: mistakes have undoubtedly had to pass my vigilance, English not being my mother tongue they will be corrected.

Ao3 profile : Earenwen_Leafwhisper

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There is a feeling, or will it be instinct, which tells you quietly that you are not wanted in a place, it can happen everywhere, whether in school, in the street, at work, but also in the family.

This feeling grows over time and it is not pleasant, the worst being the evening when the truth comes out. When your father is drunk with all the alcohol he has drunk since the beginning of the afternoon explains to you that you will never be born, that your life you owe to your mother who wanted more than anything in the world a child. That explains, a lot of things, like never having a "congratulations" when you achieve something, or a "I’m proud of you, I love you my daughter". No. Never, just "Did you see how fat you are?" "Stop reading", "Why don’t you read?" , being cut off at every moment, "Shut up!" followed by "Why don’t you answer me?". Little by little, all your self-esteem eventually crumbles, by a member of your closest family. There is also this question, "What would I do alone?" The moments when you imagine running away.

Being born on Westeros is not a dream life, whether we are peasants or nobles, we have our own personal hell. Yours is your father. Although not wanted, your father decided to do something with you, and marrying a second-rate lord was a good solution. His son, born of a first union, was already married to a lady from your region, strengthening the ties of the two families.

His son, he saw it differently, for him he had nothing to reproach himself. But to all the others, he was a frightful asshole, who amused himself by threatening servants and lords of smaller house than yours. Manipulating everyone around you, going so far as to threaten you, morally and physically, explaining clearly, that the day your father died, he would put you at the door of your castle. But you were just a ball and chain. Your father did not want to marry you, at the very beginning, prefer that no one speaks of you or shows interest, waiting for the coming years, he ends up wanting to see you leave with a lord, he could not see you when he was drunk, insulting you with various sentences, more or less painful, explaining that nobody would want you, the least that nothing. Deep down, he was bubbling, refusing to accept that someone was interested in you.

During the various tournaments in which he participated as spectator, he tried to find you a husband in vain, he reproached you, while it was his fault, because no lords had seen you in the flesh. The lords are trying hard to convince him to get you out of the castle, wanting to see who this misterieuse young woman was.

A date was chosen, those of the games organized by Lord Baratheon, for the adoubement of his eldest son.

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To say that you were surprised would have been an understatement, your father, one morning sober, warned you or rather ordered you to be present at the games organize for the son Baratheon. Your mind worked very quickly, you felt fear mounted within you, your whole body became warm, your heart throbbing, you felt your blood flowing at the level of your temples, your hands became sweatly. With time you had learned not to believe the good news coming from your father because to each of them, hid a dark face, turning against you.

You instinctively understood that something was wrong. He had never wanted you to accompany the "family", you learned to appreciate the fact of not participating in banquets, the only semblance of banquets in which you had participated was in your very young childhood, during which only the houses vassal to yours participated and at the same time make your acquaintance, having seen you as a child at your mother’s side. Whether it was a courtesy visit or in the most difficult moments, you, the child who tried to do well to please his parents, but ended up seeing his father drunk, yelling at the guests who contradicted him on anything, (whether on the land or on the alcohol he ate) and who fell asleep on one of the benches aligned against a wall of the room, a knight winning up to your nurse in order to sleep safely.

As you grew up, you would stay back, observing in the dark the rare events taking place in your castle, seeing from your apartments, your brother’s wedding, do not participate in the festivities. In a sense you were grateful, you did not want to play this open-air play, where false pretenses were common, you could only wish good luck to the servants, knowing more than very well, that their work and reprimands would be much more severe than usual

Now you had to participate, was it a new way to humiliate yourself? To have you away from the castle so that your brother could make it his stronghold and abandon you in a place that you were unknown?

All possible reasons paraded in your mind, not even trying to find optimism in them.

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The area of your family was quite far from the stromlands, the journey was long and winding, the summer was coming to an end, the roads formed of a mixture of earth and large stones, you avoided the forests anticipate the slightest attack of bandits who could have hidden in the trees and depths of the forest. You were traveling for the first time outside your castle and your father did not want to worry about looting in addition to having you nearby.

There were two carriages, in the first was your father, a mestre and his advisor. You were present in the second, more modest, made only of wood, without ornaments, made of the rest of the wood of an old carriage, a servant was at your side, helping you to sew a new dress, for the dinner in which you and your father would participate, dinner to help you find a husband. «New», was not the right word, you used fabric of old dresses that belonged to you to make your work. The jerky movements of the carriage made it difficult to sew, more than once you had pricked your fingers, fortunately there was no taste of blood spilled.

Your journey was calm, you stayed in the carriage most of the time, leaving only when you had no choice, escorted by your servant and a knight, you avoid your father, who over the days used up the small reserve of wine he took with him when you left. The less alcohol there was and the faster he started to be irritable. The slightest thing that was contrary to his desires was directly criticized, whether it was the singing of birds early in the morning, the wind blowing a little too loudly, or a knight of one’s armor needed to be oiled. Everything was a pretext for his moods, the rare moments when he was sober and asked how you lived the journey, and his drinking crises where he remembered for an eternal time painful moments for all and reproaching you, even if you had nothing in it.

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After more than a fortnight of travel, you finally arrived on the edge of the ramparts of Storm’s End, gave you the impression of being gloomy, all its shades of dark color, made you think of the tales that your nanny told you before going to sleep. Your servant looked through the opening of the carriage opposite to yours, observing the little distance that separated you from your destination.

"My lady! Look! In the sky!"

Surprised by her sudden change in behavior, you looked, trying to understand why she had reacted in this way.

You squinted slightly, trying to look towards the clouds that were beginning to gather above the stromlands. It was just clouds, nothing new, just big gray clouds with white reflections. Whatever… There you seemed to see a darker point, moving, appearing and disappearing, moving in movements that did not seem to come from the wind. The more you concentrated, the more you had the impression that it was getting bigger and bigger. Your throbbing heart, you didn’t understand what you see.

"Sir Percival, do you see this form moving in the clouds?"

Sir Percival was a knight of of family who was loyal to yours for several generations, long before the conquest of Westeros by Aegon the conqueror. Percival seemed to be close to your father’s age, as far as you could remember, you had always known her. He had always encouraged you when you were a child doing a task that seemed impossible to you, unlike your father who always found subject to criticism.

Sir Percival mounted on his horse’s saddle, lifted his head, you could see from his profile that he was concentrating, you could see fine wrinkles forming in the corner of the eye that you could see.

“It seems Lady Y/n, that it is, a dragon.”

"A dragon?"

“Lady Rhaenys Targaryen is a cousin of the Baratheon House through her mother. It would not surprise me that other Targaryen would have been invited. Although tensions are still high between the two houses, with regard to the iron thrones. "

“Thank you Sir”

"With pleasure Lady Y/n"

When you put your head in the carriage you began to imagine how big the shape could become, what their dragon riders might look like. Lost in your thoughts, you whispered a sweet.

“Dragons…”

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Tents stood against the ramparts of the city that was facing the castle. The long and heavy linen fabrics covered them, a ballet of color paraded on both sides of the central aisle. Shades of blue, green, yellow and other warm and cold colors contrasted against the walls of an anthracite gray. The tents closest to the doors were intended for the most noble houses and more precisely for their knights, small paths were formed between the tents, taking visitors in the direction of the tents of the vassal houses, whose tents became increasingly modest according to their ranks and riches.

From inside the carriage, you and your servant could smell scents of roasted meats, grilled vegetables and soups. The smells came from the outskirts of the enormous camp, where servants of vassal houses prepared meals on oak tables, suspended above the campfires, stood pots where various soups and stews marinated. Looking from the openings of the carriage, you could see the knights helping from their squires moving armor, swords, masses and shields towards the forges moving from the city to the camp. The noises they heard were a mixture of words, metal clapping, the neighing of horses and clogs clapping on the ground.

The coach stopped slowly arriving at the level of the places defined at the location of the future tents. Your house was not one of the largest houses of Westeros, but had known to keep its independence from the largest houses, bend the knee only in front of the Targaryen house, after several years of fierce war. Some people in your family had kept a deep resentment towards silver hair, prefer to have links with other houses in Westeros, hence their placement. Coming out of the carriage, you looked around, taking the time to remember every moment, knowing that she would risk being married to a person she did not know at the end of the games.

Your house was placed between the Stark and Tully houses. You had never met a person of the two houses, hearing of them only by the few bits of words coming from messenger or by the books about the conquest of Aegon. The people coming out of the main tent of the Stark house were preparing the beds, moving the weapon and armor racks, they too had to arrive shortly before you.

"You do not speak without permission, you do not look a lord or a lady in the eye, keep your head down, and most importantly! Don’t make me ashamed!"

The words of your father came out of your thoughts, since your departure from the castle, he had not spoken to you directly, you understood that he would not speak to you more, and kissed the head you understood that it was the best solution for the moment, no one present knew you except the knights of your house, no one would have stood up for you.

Sir Percival descended from his horse, standing beside you. He put his hand against your shoulder.

"Don’t worry Lady Y/n, I’m here."

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of the years under your father’s yoke continue to pressure you.

"Shall I wait here until the tents are up?"

"No my lady, your father allows you to go around the camp, under the supervision of a knight."

"In that case, will you be prepared to accompany Sir Percival?"

"Of course."

Sir Percival, bowed gently in the direction of the young woman, letting his young squire take the reins of his horse, helmet under his arm, the knight began to walk beside the young woman, understanding more than his lord that the young woman needed it.

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You felt several glances resting on you, despite everything you tried to keep your head high, constantly repeating to you, that your father did not see you, that he could not have concrete proof on your posture. The lord closest to your father looked at Sir Percival, recognizing the knight who at times accompanied Lord Y/f/n, they all watched the young woman round, recognizing for the most observant, the few features she shared with her father. So she was the young woman?

Murmurs began to roam the tents, first of all the less noble houses, clearly understanding that it was their chance to assert their houses in order to win ranks to theirs. The noblest houses were the most reluctant, the lords knew enough Y/f/n to know that your presence was hiding something. Never had your father talked about you, no hint, nothing. You could be legitimate just like a bastard they knew nothing about. A union between the two families by your blood did not guarantee the loyalty of the Y/h/n family, or even your legitimacy. There was still a positive point, your house, was known to have stood up to the Targaryen, it was powerful, but the disadvantage came from one man. Lord Y/f/n Y/h/n. Your father. Who of his problems with alcohol, became one of the most detestable men of Westeros, be it his words invaded with a hatred towards any man not thinking in the same way as him, refusing the slightest annoyance, and his bad manners, he turned and farted without any shame, whether during dinners, the shawl or in interviews when they took place at night.

Some shameless lords were already beginning to want to bring their sons closer, thinking they understood that your father could be overthrown quickly in case of an alliance, but the knight accompanying you watched over the grain, He threw black glances at people who observed too insistently his protégé. Fortunately all the families present were not insistent, greeting you simply out of politeness, resuming their activities just after.

From your walk in the central aisle, you could see the affinities of noble houses from their positions, the north remained mainly between them, the south with the south and then there were some houses that did not remain according to their geolocations on Westeros, But by their wedding rings, the children came and went from tents to tents, laughing at each other in a game that annoyed adults.

Looking at them you felt a slight pinch in the heart, you had never known a real moment of innocence to play with other children except one or two children of servants who ended up punished. Only your nanny and some knights kept you company, trying to alleviate the boredom of the little girl you were.

But of all the looks on you, you could never have imagined that one of them would have made you miss a heartbeat.

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From both ends of the long alley stood two very large tents, of red and black color. From the location that the house Y/h/n, moving in the direction of the right stood the largest and most flamboyant in its shades of red, it was almost contiguous to the large door, this one raised flags of a red tricephal dragon on a black background. Many knights and servants moved in and around the tent, but no silver heads were visible.

“The king is very weak, he must have sent fighters on his behalf for the games.”

It was Percival, who saw the curiosity in your eyes, had spoken.

“In this case, who owns the second tent? It also carries the dragon.”

Percival concentrated, trying to understand why the Targaryen could have been divided into two parts. The Velaryons stood between the royal tent and the knights fighting under the banner of the Baratheon. In this case, the crown wanted to show that the union between the houses was maintained, although the princess was not the future queen. Who was in the second tent? To this Percival had no answer.

"I’m afraid I don’t know, lady Y/n. "

“It is nothing, we will probably learn in the coming days.”

You were right, when you returned to the tent of your house, you could see the second Targaryen tent grow. Unlike the royal tent, it was mainly composed of linen from a jet black. Two banners in the colors of the Targaryen were placed on both sides of the opening. There was very little movement around, the tent seemed almost deserted.

Almost.

A snap of armor was heard, you turned around at the same time as Percival and saw several knights walking quickly in your direction, Percival just had time to grab your arm and shoot at him, preventing you from being rushed. Slightly under the surprise, you did not pay much attention to the number of knights, or even to the fact that they did not apologize. The only thing that captivated your attention was a hair color that you had never seen beyond book to screen, silver hair, your eyes very easily found those that belonged to the person with silver hair. The purple eyes were almost hypnotic, you never thought possible that it exists, it took you a few seconds to turn away, not without fighting. In front of you, a man who seemed barely older walked, he was dressed in black with small touches of dark red. If at first the man’s gaze was surprised, it was quickly changed by a smirk. You felt your breath stay in your throat, time seemed to you to last an eternity. Although in reality your exchange of gaze did not last more than two minutes.

Percival with his protective arm around you, looked at the man younger than him, he growled. He understood why a second tent was present. Prince Daemon Targaryen would participate in his games, and this no longer in Percival. The prince since the appointment of Viserys as successor to the throne, was in dispute with the royal family, rumors about his adventures in the bordelles spanked numerous as his disrespect for people he did not see as his equal, refusing the arranged marriage with Lady Rhea Royce. The rogue prince was not someone the fathers wanted their daughters to meet. Percival though merely your protector feared that the prince would fall under his spell, not for the punishment he would have had, but he only wanted to protect you.

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On the first night, Y/f/n ordered his knights and servants to keep you inside your tent, refusing to let you speak to anyone before he begins the bargain of your future marriage. He didn’t want you to undermine his progress, not noticing your look lost in the void.

Although you could not get out of the tent, the servants kept the entrance open allowing everyone to see what was happening outside, finding agreements with the servants of the nearby noble houses to say nothing to their lords.

You were sitting near the entrance and looking out, seeing that the movements of the day had faded by the time the noblest houses had come to the opening dinner of the games. You kept hoping you could see the silver-haired man again before your father came back, but he didn’t seem to have left his tent.

This is what you believed, because under a cloak with the hood up, the young prince was out, wanting to enjoy the night outside the large camp. He saw you from the corner of his eye, a servant was taking care of your hair (long/short, thin/thick, lise/curly/frizzy, etc.) y/hair/c.

Daemon was intrigued, he had already met your father on very rare occasions, as well as your half-brother. Oh more than once, the desire for murder had risen in his mind, he could still bear the Baratheons, but these two men, were detestable. Daemon wondered who this round young woman was, having never heard of her. Something in her attracted him, but he did not know what it was and he did not like it.

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The night gave way to the days, the first games started at dawn, the archery tournament was on the outskirts of the city, long lines of targets next to each other butted in front of wooden bleachers. Ropes prevented the peasants from meeting the nobles. Your house was divided in two, the closest to the ground you were sitting with your servant, you had to keep your head low, feeling the heavy look of your father in the back, this one was two rows above you.

Daemon, from his place, standing back from the royal family, held a goblet of wine in his left hand, he tried to keep his gaze in the direction of the archers who were advancing, but was without hope. His gaze turned away at the slightest opportunity in your direction, he could see that since night, your posture had changed. From a straight posture, you had bent the spine letting appear some curves that he had not yet seen and which did not displease him, observing what was behind you, he saw Y/f/n, of which the black look was directed in your direction, while he seemed to speak with the lord next to him. Daemon despised this scene.

“You seem to be more interested in the Y/h/n house than in the tournament, my prince.” a lord who Daemon had forgotten the name, just spoken.

"If you please, my prince, it would seem that Lord Y/h/n wishes to bride his daugther although with her age I doubt that the lords are interested, they prefer them younger."

This lord annoyed Daemon, whether by his words or by his innuendo.

“At the same time, what did he think of his daughter, she only whas the second child, and of a second wife, his son will inherit everything.”

The second child… Daemon knew what it was like to be the second, more than anyone else.

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[stickywhiteash]

Warning: Rope bondage, Cock sucking Word count: 500~

Wanting to try shibari with Kakashi, when you first ask him he’s like, “Eh? Sure.” Puts his book down off to the side.

He reaches to take the rope from you. No no no~ This is for you mister!

The man’s confused but goes along with it. Kakashi’s been tied up multiple times while in combat so he’s like “Sure whatever you want, my love :) Don’t understand the appeal but go ahead”

You’ve got his arms tied behind his back. He looks up at you with one eye, “Okay so now what”

Two options after basking in your artful work:

1) Straight up just leave him there LOL. Let him figure out how to get unbounded. He’s a smart man. He’s done it a thousand times. Should be easy money right? Can hear Kakashi yelling at you as you walk away from him. “Hey! Oi! Untie me! Come back!” Sighing, “Doing a magic trick is not what I had in mind during my day off..”

2) Dear lord, tease Kakashi to hell and back. Light touches on his body. Graze your fingers against his chin. Pepper some kisses here and there. Trail your hand from his chest down to his bulge. Take an excruciatingly long time to get to the act. Break him.

He would try to keep a calm level head as long as possible. Internally he’s screaming for some sort of release. Biting his lip behind the mask to keep a cool façade. The little stifled moans he makes while staring at your every move.

Can you imagine? Having your way with this man?

To pull down his mask and encapsulate him in the most sloppy passionate kiss. When you part a single strand of saliva connects you both. Oh how he’d start breathing heavily and beg “please” so quietly that if your face wasn’t 2 inches in front of his, you’d miss it.

Kakashi would absolutely lose it, pushing him down on to the mattress to slip down his pants. Shuddering as you grip his cock and pump it slowly. Dragging your tongue up and down his length rewards you some loud moans. He’s practically drooling your name. The warmth of your mouth compared to the cool air surrounding drives him up the edge.

The tip of his cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat causing you to gag. Music to his ears. You’re so perfect with the way your tongue caresses his length and your throat giving it a tight squeeze.

Fuck, these bindings.

On one hand he wants out, take you right now. Give back the pleasure you’ve given Kakashi. On the other he loves watching you do your thing. Being used for your own pleasure never felt so damn good.

Mismatched eyes struggle to keep in contact with yours. Skin turns raw and red as he flexes against the rope. You're absolutely mezmerizing bobbing up and down. If only he could get more contact. Touch your hair, cup your cheek. Anything!

The shirt he left on while you were tying him up is coated in sweat. It felt restricting. Overstimulating.

He tries to buck into your mouth but your hands on his hips stop him. Kakashi whips his head back into the pillows, groaning. Trying so hard to steady his breathing. Eyes focusing on the ceiling.

“I can’t.. My love.. I can't hold on much longer.”

"Mmh..~"

Your movements don’t stop you can feel his muscles tense up. With a low rumble emanating from his throat, he cums. Kakashi’s cock is deep in your throat, the salty sweet liquid sliding down to your tummy with ease.

"Will you untie me, now?" he pleads, wanting to return the favor.

Remnants of his love mixed with your saliva is wiped away by the back of your hand. Clicking your tongue, you lean in close to his ear, "Oh I'll unwind you~ You deserve it after all your hard work."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

After Care

Note: no spooky fic, just a little story idea that had to get out.

Warnings: 18+!! smut, bdsm (spanking, restraining, dom/sub relationship), fluff!!

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric had been together for a few months, and after you finally took intimacy to the next level, he provided you with after care.

wordcount: 2,1k

Masterlist

'How are you feeling mentally?'

'S-Sihtric,' you breathed, 'p-please.'

'Beg,' Sihtric commanded, 'beg harder for me.'

'Please,' you begged again.

Your pathetic whine was nearly a whimper, which was only barely audible. Your words were muffled as your tear-stained face was pressed into the pillow underneath you. Sihtric kept your arms firmly behind your back, as he held tightly onto the chain of the leather handcuffs he had cuffed you with earlier, moments before he had ordered you to get down on your knees for him and told you, 'Open that pretty mouth for me, princess.' 

You had obeyed and, later, swallowed his cum, like the good girl you were for him. And now, Sihtric had a firm grip on your hair, tugging your locks as he fucked you relentlessly from behind after he had thrown you onto the bed, just the way you had told him you wanted it before it all started. And you had been a helpless lady for nearly an hour as you allowed your muscular Dane to take full control of you, which he gladly did.

'Beg!' Sihtric growled and spanked your ass hard, twice, 'be my good little slut, come on,' he chuckled and hummed softly as he continued to pound into you, 'keep begging until your last release, little girl.'

'God, please,' you murmured, feeble.

Sihtric had already made you reach your peak three times before, and still continued without stopping for only a second. And you knew he wasn't going to stop until you came for the fourth time. But you were almost numb, tired, and probably sore too but you didn't quit feel it yet, because you loved it. Your salty tears mixed on the pillow with your cherry scented saliva, as you just laid there, drooling while being used. The pleasant fruity flavour of the lubricant you had tasted when your dom had fucked your mouth still lingered on your tongue.

'One more,' Sihtric said with a grunt, 'give me one more. I want to feel you cum on my cock on more fucking time, princess, and I promise I'll fill you up and let you go.'

He gave you another hard spank and pulled your hair once more. Instead of keeping his grip on your handcuffs, he now wrapped his big, warm hand around your throat and leaned in, fucking you hard into the matress as his lips grazed your ear.

'Come on, princess,' Sihtric whispered with raspy breaths, and slowed down his strokes inside you, 'you're doing so good, taking me so fucking well. I know you have one more. Can you give me one more?'

'U-uhu,' you hummed, your head was completely empty, your eyes half shut, while you bit down on your lip with a tired smile.

'What was that?' Sihtric chuckled in your ear as he saw your dishevelled state, then spanked you again, 'I ask you a question, you answer with words, understood?'

'Ah!' you cried at the burning sensation, and giggled, 'hm, y-yes, Lord.'

'Can you give me one more?'

'Yes, L-Lord,' you moaned.

'Good girl,' Sihtric hummed.

He picked up his ravaging pace again, and didn't stop until you finally came again. And as promised, he filled you up as he came inside you, with a heavy growl, shortly after you had reached your peak again. Sihtric stilled inside you for a moment, and you smiled in the pillow as you felt his warm load drip out your used up pussy when he pulled out.

Then, Sihtric quickly released you from your handcuffs and carefully turned you over to lay on your back, and he cupped your cheek as he leaned in.

'Look at me,' he said, soft but sternly, 'hey, look at me, princess,' he said again when you didn't immediately respond.

You opened your eyes and blinked a few times, rapidly, while feeling drowsy.

'Are you okay?' Sihtric asked and stayed close.

'Y-yeah,' you sighed and gave him a soft smile.

'You sure?'

'I'm sure,' you smiled and sniffled.

Sihtric pressed a kiss to your forehead before he wiped your tears away. He was quick to grab a towel that was already next to the bed, and he carefully cleaned you up before he took care of his own mess. He handed you a bottle of water and sat down next to you, covering you up with the bedsheet while you eagerly sipped the water.

'You should drink too,' you said softly, and held the bottle out to him.

Sihtric smiled a little shyly and accepted your offer of sharing a drink.

'Thanks,' he said, and brushed his tattooed fingers over your reddened cheek, which he had slapped earlier that night when you were still being a brat.

After you had both caught your breath again, you told him you should probably use the toilet, as no one enjoys a bladder infection. Sihtric chuckled at your words but agreed and handed you his robe, to cover yourself up with. And while you went to the bathroom, feeling unsteady on your legs, Sihtric changed the bedcover and sheet to fresh ones. When you returned to the bedroom, he walked over to you and cupped your cheeks as he towered over you.

'Shower?' he asked.

'Together?'

'If you're okay with that?'

'I am, but…,' you chuckled, 'my legs are a little shaky. I may want to sit down in the shower.'

'Oh,' Sihtric pouted, then smiled, 'I have a better idea.'

He took your hand and led you back into his bathroom, and instead of switching on the water in his walk-in shower, he switched on the shower head in his bathtub.

'Come,' he said and helped you step safely into the tub.

He got in behind you and you sat in between his knees, then, he pulled you to lean back against his chest as he took the shower head.

'How's the temperature for you?' Sihtric asked and allowed you to feel the water.

When you told him it was good, he took his time to gently massage your skin with some shower oil before rinsing it off, and he washed your hair too. When he was done, you suddenly turned to him. He gave you a surprised and mildly confused look when you took the shower head out of his hands, and grabbed the bath oil.

'Oh, you don't have to-'

'I do,' you smiled softly and slowly massaged his muscular body with the oil, to which he smiled and eventually relaxed. 'I don't want you to have a top drop,' you said as you washed the oil off his skin, 'people always talk about sub drops, but who looks after the dom?' you asked and looked up at Sihtric.

'Yeah,' he whispered, and looked away from your eyes, 'I've had those drops.'

'Which isn't weird at all,' you reassured him, and proceeded to wash his hair before you both got out of the tub.

'Will you let me dry you off and check you?' he asked.

You nodded and let Sihtric do his thing. He carefully dried your body with a soft, warm towel and checked your skin for any serious marks, cuts or bruises. Only your buttocks were rather reddened, along with the tender skin on your left cheekbone, and Sihtric took care of those spots by rubbing some cooling lotion on it, to ease the burning sensation and speed up the healing process.

'How's your cheek, sweetheart?' Sihtric asked as he held your chin, 'was I not too rough? I fear I definitely left a mark there.'

'No,' you felt your cheeks heat up and smiled shyly, 'I liked it, you… you actually could've slapped a little harder even. Maybe next time?'

'Really? I mean, sure,' Sihtric chuckled and nuzzled your nose softly, 'next time I'll go a little harder on you if you want,' he pecked the tip of your nose and took your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over your previously cuffed skin. 'Your wrists show no bruises, but that doesn't always mean anything,' Sihtric said after inspecting them, 'they don't hurt?' he asked and looked into your eyes.

'No, they're fine,' you said, 'those handcuffs you got are good. They're firm but they don't hurt.'

Sihtric smiled approvingly and kissed your cheek, before he gave you one of his shirts to wear.

'Will you wear the Care Bears sweatpants?' you asked with a grin when Sihtric got dressed.

He looked back at you over his shoulder and let out a soft laugh.

'Yeah, if you want me to,' he smiled and grabbed the sweatpants out of a drawer, and quickly pulled them over his boxers, 'guess I am a bit of a Care Bear, huh?' he chuckled and pulled you in for a hug.

'Yeah,' you smiled, then pressed your face into his muscular chest, 'my Care Bear.'

'Your Care Bear,' Sihtric agreed and kissed the top of your head, 'only yours, princess.'

He pulled away slightly to cup your cheeks, 'You sure you're good? No pain or any discomfort at all?'

'Well, I am a little sore,' you shrugged with a smile, 'and my legs are a little shaky still, but nothing weird otherwise. You?'

'I don't feel sore. Maybe my shoulder a little, from all that spanking,' Sihtric said with a sly smile.

'But how are you mentally?'

'How are you feeling mentally?' he returned the question, 'did you feel safe? Loved? And do you feel safe and loved now, after the fact?'

'I do,' you took his hands in yours, 'you made me feel safe and loved the whole time,' you smiled, 'you never went too far or did something unpleasant. You really listened to me when we discussed this and never did anything that was not talked about or not agreed upon. Thank you,' you said softly and kissed his cheek.

Sihtric blushed lightly and tried to hide his smile, but his soft gaze betrayed that he was currently not the dominant boyfriend anymore that he had been the past few hours.

'I'm glad you enjoyed it,' he said, 'because I did too. And as long as you never felt unsafe or scared or in serious discomfort, or anything like that, then I'm good too.'

'I know,' you said, 'but still, how are you really? No drop experience?'

'No, none of that,' Sihtric said, 'I'm just hungry.'

'Me too,' you laughed.

And before you knew it, Sihtric picked you up and carried you into his living room. He sat down on the couch and gave you a pillow, which you put on his lap to rest your head upon, and you looked up at him as he held his phone.

'What are you up for?' he asked.

'I'm craving burgers and fries right now.'

'Nice,' Sihtric grinned and was quick to place an order at some take-out burger place.

While you waited for the food to be delivered, Sihtric switched on the tv and put on one of your favourite shows, but you weren't paying much attention. Your attention was still focused on your boyfriend, who had pulled you up to sit in his lap and caressed your cheek while occasionally stealing a kiss.

'I love you,' he said.

'I love you too.'

'You did so good,' Sihtric whispered and smiled against your lips as he held your face in his hands, 'I'm so proud of you, sweetheart.'

'You did good too,' you chuckled, 'you play the part of a dom so perfectly, but I know it's not always easy.'

'It is if our after care will always be like this,' he said, 'and if our communication stays clear.'

'It will,' you promised, 'it always will be.'

'Then things can only become more enjoyable,' Sihtric smiled, 'give me a kiss?'

You smiled and happily planted your lips on his, until you were interrupted by the doorbell. Sihtric was fast to return to you with the food. He insisted on feeding you some fries and bits of the salad that came with it, whenever he wasn't trying to kiss you. You giggled at his harmless taunting for attention, you loved the fact that he couldn't keep his hands and lips off you for more than a few seconds. And after you both finally finished your burgers and drinks, Sihtric picked you up again and carried you to his bed. He cuddled up with you and buried you both under the sheets. And until the very moment Sihtric dozed off with you in his arms, he nuzzled your skin and peppered you with kisses wherever he could, when he wasn't murmuring praises and sweet nothings in your ear.

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Bloody Love...

Chapter: IV-Secrecy-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 5.3k+

♠︎Warning: murder (decently graphic?), implied smut, good old stalking.

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Power. It was something Jungkook loved with his whole heart. He could set the whole place on fire and no one could point a finger at him. He knew what he was and what he could do.

This power was the sole reason why he came this far. What was the use of power if he was not going to use it? He wanted every single breathing thing to know what he held. He loved when they shivered whenever he and his men would go around. There was another type of intoxication.

However… Nothing could reach up to the level of Coronis.

She was his new obsession and nothing was going to stop him from making her his. People felt like venom to him but she… She was the sweetest essence he ever experienced. He was a man who always got drunk by massacring his commoners.

However.

Coronis was not one of those. At first glance, he wanted to take her and just make her sit in his bed and keep on looking at her.

Her black, fierce eyes were looking into his eyes with a burn that he felt in his heart. His world paused and his inner demons calmed down after years and years of screaming. For the first time in his life, he felt that heat. The very heat that made him kill his own guard just for a crying girl who was crying for mercy for her sister.

Coronis.

A content sigh left his lips. His fingers itched to feel her cold skin against them again. He was thirsty to hold her up against his naked self and explore her every inch. His ears wanted to hear her moan his name. Her intoxicating self was enough to make him feel like a stupid virgin who saw a naked girl for the first time.

In the night sky, when foggy stars would dully twinkle, he would see her face carved on them. His heart would run miles, wanting to see his shining moon through those shabby bushes and into her slot where she would be sleeping like an angel.

“When will the day come when I will hold her here in my bed?” he let another exaggerated sigh while playing with her clothes. He was so proud of her. He felt like she would never betray him ever. But what if she did? Would she meet the fate others met?

“Jimin-ah…” he supported himself on his elbow as he looked at the man by his door. “Make sure to keep an eye on my little birdy. Make sure she doesn't fly away from home.” He said in his dulce voice.

“Taehyung along with Lando is already making sure to keep an eye on her grace. Two men, Jay and Stephen are on duty taking care of it. We will make sure nothing out of your liking happens,” said Jimin. “It was heard that her grace doesn't come out of her shack as often. She usually stays back and works.”

“Hm… Is that so,” he smirked. “Isn't she already a good girl… My little good girl.”

Nobody could see her the way he did. No one is no more allowed to touch her anymore. She belonged to him and he loathed it whenever someone touched his possessions.

A knock on the door shook him out of his head. Jimin slightly opened the door. His Highness saw Mingyu whispering something. Shortly, Jimin closed the door and turned towards him. “Your Majesty,” he began. “Amos is caught. They are waiting for your word.”

He hummed merrily. “Dungeon is good, don't you think? The boisterous dungeon.”

Jimin felt his hands sweating. He waited for a moment to see whether this was his final command. When his highness looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he cleared his throat. “As you wish, my lord.”

The guard opened the door slightly and passed on the command before shutting it close. The devil was going to overtake tonight. The one who was worse than he usually was. He was the devil that no one outside of the castle saw.

The sharp smirk on his face as he got up from his bed. His naked form walked towards the door in his room that had his attire. He dressed his lower body, keeping his chest bare. He didn't want to make a mess on his clothes but rather on his body.

Tonight, he was going to play and colour himself with blood.

…

Creepiness. It was crawling up her back like a spider. Our brains are built in a way that we can feel someone staring at us from a distance. When that happens, it gives an eerie feeling in our guts. It makes us want to look around and know the source of it.

That's how Coronis felt for days and there was no end. If it wasn't him, then someone else was constantly watching. She was getting agitated by this constant feeling.

When others watched, it was never as intense as his glare. Others felt ineffectual but his glare made her want to crawl under the ground and never come back.

The day she looked into his eyes was the day she felt like she got herself into something deep but now she realized that it wasn't just something deep but a whole hell hole. She stepped into the way of hell. She just hoped for an exit.

“What do you think would look better on me? Grey or this greenish white?” Nori asked Coronis as she stood with two gowns against her sides.

She looked up and examined the two dresses. It was Nori's cousin’s wedding in a few days. She was going to go to another village to attend it. They both were not happy to be away from each other for so long. So Nori asked her cousin if she could bring someone with her and they agreed.

But Coronis couldn't agree to attend the ceremony because she still had to prepare bread for the king. So it was impossible for her to go. Nori eventually decided to only go a day before the wedding and return after attending the ceremony.

“This green would look pretty on you. It compliments you so well!” Nori smiled and sat beside her. “You can wear anything and it will look beautiful… A dress only needs a gorgeous body to look good and you have that. Your pretty face will look the prettiest of all.”

They giggled. “I wish you could come with me.”

Nori lay down, resting her head on her lap. Coronis threaded her fingers through her hair and admired her soft features. She felt like a sweet dream. In a village full of monstrosities, she was a heavenly wind. Her words were sweeter than honey, and her voice was melodious which made Coronis want her to speak and never shut up.

“His Highness is too ruthless to let me go. He will probably wipe me out in front of your eyes for not providing him with his bread on time… Even though it is for three nights, I will miss you,” she kissed her forehead. “I wanted to see you all dressed up and ready for the ceremony.”

“Yeah? What do you think how will I look like?”

“Hmm… The prettiest of all. You can just go as is and you will look the most magnificent, pretty thing ever. No one can ever be so beautiful as you.”

Nori sat up straight facing Coronis. “You know who I think the prettiest is?” Coronis shook her head. “You. You are the most enchanting person I have ever seen. Your deep black eyes, those jet black long locks… a kind heart. Everything you touch becomes cosmic.”

Coronis chuckled shyly, “It's just because of your attraction towards me. I'm not what you say.”

Nori pulled her closer, caressing her cheek with her thumb and resting her forehead against hers, “You don't realize just yet. But you are the prettiest. Everybody wants a piece of you,” she let out a tiny chuckle. “I don't even know how I got so fortunate to get the whole of you. I just- I feel glad that you are here with me… I never want to let you go… Ever.”

Coronis pulled her chin and softly captured her lips in a warm kiss. Nori hummed and threaded her fingers through Coronis's hair. The moment for them was vehement. Their hands on each other, exploring their love.

The pang of guilt smothered Coronis. She was indeed putting Nori in this situation of vexation even though she (Nori) did not even realize it with the very little knowledge she had of Coronis. But was it really worth telling her about the demon that was breathing down her neck? Wouldn't it push Nori away from her? She couldn't afford that mental strain. It felt like she was her first hope of happiness.

Maybe just a little bit more.

“Coronis…” Nori pulled away. “Please, a little bit more…” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want, love,” Coronis tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You… All of you, please,” she begged her as she guided her hands towards her breasts. “Touch me a bit more.”

Moans and whimpers were all they could hear. For an extent of time, they forgot the horrors of the world and gave in to each other. The lingering touch woke their twisted sides. No matter how forbidden their relationship was, they let it cross the limits within the secrecy of their minds.

Coronis felt that if she let go of Nori's hand, she would lose her forever. Throughout these years, she had only been worrying about things. There was not a single day when she was not selfless. She spent her life taking care of and protecting the people she loved so dearly. At the end of the day, it was all draining. She felt unloved by people. Somewhere deep down, she needed affirmation of love, maybe just someone listening to her would be enough. But that never happened.

Nori was not only a sweet girl she saw on rare walks to the market but much more than that. However, her spiralling mind couldn't stop bothering her. Was it really love or just the vulnerability of the moment she caught her? Could she ever justify the feelings she had for Nori? Though she was forcing herself to figure it out, it still lacked the heat.

But then again, she never felt as assured in anyone's arms.

“Time flies by so fast,” Nori said as Coronis helped to tighten her corset from behind. “I wish we could just stop here and never stop existing together…” Nori licked her lips. “Don't you think- like,” she awkwardly chuckled. “That we belong together?”

Coronis's hands stopped. Her eyes stayed unfocused. “Do we?”

“Mhm,” Nori smiled and nodded her head ‘adorable’. “I think so. We are perfect! We might be so different, but that is what makes us entire. It's like–”

“You are the golden hour and I'm the stormy night,” she said.

Nori turned around, looking deep into her eyes, she said, “No. It's like we are separated swans that are meant to be together. Now, fate is bringing us together because you and I belong together. In the end, we are not that distant. Apart from some minor things, we are alike. I- I don't think that anybody could ever understand how we understand each other. I know that you are hiding so much from me,” her eyes were gloomy, thinking about things to herself for a bit but she shook her head and continued with a smile, “But that's entirely okay! We both have never been so intimate with anyone and now it feels new. And it takes time to open up emotionally. I understand that. I, too, have so much to tell you. That is how it works, isn't it? We wait for each other as long as it takes to be on the same page…”

“How far are we?” Coronis asked. “How far are we from being on the same page?”

Nori's mouth slightly opened to answer but nothing came out. They kept looking into each other's eyes. It felt like forever. What was she even supposed to answer? She didn't know whether Coronis shared the same feelings as her. In the end, their relationship began with being intimate with each other when they both were helpless, feeling the most down. As much as Nori knew she loved her, did she love her or at least like her? Or was it just infatuation for Coronis?

Nori's eyes blinked barely as she answered in a lazy whisper, “Why does that matter? As long as we are together… I think we– we,” tears brimmed her eyes as she looked down, hiding her face from Coronis. “I think we should keep on going like this till we feel like we are on the same page.” Maybe Nori could be a little selfish this time.

It felt like every day was getting trickier and trickier. Nothing made sense anymore. There were only two paths for Coronis but both felt sour. No matter what she chose, she was aware that chaos would happen. Her life was getting darker than the night. This was supposed to make her feel alluring. However, day by day, it became ghastly. It stifled her.

She knew that that man held power above any of them, just a little less than the King. If she betrayed him, which she was doing, he would bring hell to her doorstep and make her feel every inch of it. But if she went with Nori, she was afraid of what could happen. There was no right answer to what he would do to her or Nori.

No matter what she chose, it was going to be tempestuous, causing many inhumane steps to hurt whoever came in the way.

Nothing shall happen to Nori.

But wouldn't she break her heart by giving her hope now and then going away? Could she take it? Was Nori, the oh-so-kind-hearted little flower, able to take her perfidy? Coronis didn't know her own intentions for what they both have. Although, she knew she cherished the delicate lady with her whole heart. But was it possible to share the same sentiment as her?

Coronis shook herself out of her train of thought. “I think I should leave,” she said as she pulled the saddened body into her embrace. “We can sort it out when you come back. But there is still some time left. You must not think so far… Let's just live in what we have right now rather than worrying about tomorrow.”

She later smiled and looked up after wiping her eyes. “Mhm,” she pecked Coronis's lips. “I won't worry.”

Spending a little more time in each other's arms, Coronis took her leave, carrying twice as much burden back. Though she visited Nori to feel better just like before, now her heart was aching for another reason.

The walk back to her shack was a little distant. It took her no time to feel those creeping eyes on her. She looked around and caught a pair of eyes behind her at a decent distance. It was not him. She was getting used to getting stalked all the time. As much as her insides shivered, she didn't let it show outside. She looked like a cold-hearted person.

Keeping these creepers aside, her mind drifted towards another strain that was created.

~

“Coronis? Where did you get that locket from, that you were wearing yesterday?” Martha questioned as Coronis returned after seeing off Nori.

Coronis froze on her spot and looked Martha, dead in the eye. This was not supposed to happen. No one needed to know about any of this so how did she know about the locket? She could not even lie about it knowing it was made out of precious metal. Thinking for a second, she played dumb. “What do you mean? What locket?”

Martha sighed. “Do not act like that, Coronis.”

“I'm not acting like anything!” she exclaimed, already feeling on the edge of her emotions.

“Do you think I'm stupid? I have eyes and I see everything! What exactly are you hiding from me, Coronis?! I saw how you were wearing that forbidden thing around your neck! So please, tell me what is going on,” Martha stressed and held Coronis's arms.

“It's nothing that you should know,” She shoved her hands away and walked towards her slot.

“Coronis, you stay here! I'm talking to you!” Martha was losing her cool.

“And I am done! As I said there is nothing that you should know! Leave me alone!” She did not want to bring her family into her mess. It was already tough for her to go through this and letting anyone know about this would only bring weight to her burden.

“I'm your mother!” Martha screamed. “I deserve to know what you are doing behind my back! Are fucking one of the men?! Why did he save Circe even though he had no reason to save her? Or are you going behind my back and being whore for all?! Is that what it is, right? There is no way things could work the way they did!”

Coronis was tormented after hearing what her mother had to say. Her brain stopped working and all she could hear were her mother's words. They echoed and mocked her over and over again. “Do you really think so lowly of me?” she asked with a low, shivering voice.

Martha scoffed. “What else am I supposed to think of you? Huh? No wonder why people talk about you like a puppet. They must have seen you fooling around.”

Coronis laughed like a maniac. Tears flowed down her cheek as her laughter got higher. “You,” she choked on her words. “You really are something else! This place, this hell of a place sees every single person with a cunt as a puppet that they can fuck and throw around! But you are so wrong about me. I can't believe you call me your daughter and yet you know nothing about me! Even if I don't tell you something that does not concern you, you should have some faith in me. I spend my time making sure you all are not hurt. I even take care of Circe and beg for mercy just to keep this family alive!” her breath huffed. She felt like someone was holding her neck and choking her to death. “Do you want to know what is going on?” She took sharp steps towards her mother. “Do you want to know about the locket? Okay then, listen to me carefully… I won't repeat myself ever again.”

Martha listened to Coronis. She told her every single detail of what she had been going through since the day she made eye contact with him. Mother's heart slowly started to break until it was totally shattered beneath her feet. She regretted every single insult she threw at her daughter. She could not put her voice into words, they were too hurtful. She had never been in Coronis's place. She could not relate to what she was saying.

“Do you even know what it feels like to get watched every moment? To feel someone's eyes on you constantly?! I can't even breathe without someone noting it down. I'm tired! Okay?! I am not being a whore around! I'm just trying to survive without troubling any of you!” Coronis wiped her tears. “You know what? Don't talk to me for a while. I need time for myself.”

With that, she barged into her slot and banged her door closed, leaving no room for any more connections.

~

Since that day, Martha started to overly protect the house. She would cover the windows all the time, the shack always looked gloomy and that scared Circe. This was exactly why she didn’t want to tell her about the whole ordeal.

Martha’s paranoia was making everyone sceptical of things and Coronis was devastated. She had to make excuses on behalf of her mother to justify her actions. She would try to minimize Coronis's outside trips to the market which only made her work lousier. She was limited on material for the bread, too, just because her mother was not letting her out.

It wasn't saving Coronis. She had a feeling that this might end up stabbing her in the back.

…

The loud thud of the dungeon door echoed under the castle ground. The footsteps were coming closer with every second, making everyone around eerily silent.

Boisterous dungeon.

It was a place where his majesty played his wicked games. No one wanted to be called in this place. Only the people working in the castle knew what brutality happened there. This was the core of hell.

“Amos,” a raspy voice of his majesty resounded in the dungeon, making every single soul shiver. “Long time, no see… Hm? Where have you been?” He asked as he stepped in front of the man who was chained up. His hands were locked above his head with heavy chains, and his feet were chained to the ground.

The dungeon was reflecting orange from the flames of the flame torches hanging on the walls. There was no window or anything from where the natural light could come in. Anyone could go crazier than before if they spent a few days in it. It was a death trap in itself. And the king just made it stay true to it.

Amos trembled like a leaf. “L-lord Jeon, f-for-forgive me pl-please,” he begged.

He chuckled at his pathetic words. Circling him around, he held the tied man’s cheek in his hand and caressed it with his thumb. The blood drained from his face. From far away, they might look like a couple into freaky kinks. One was naked and tied up and the other's torso was bare.

“Ah…” his highness sighed. “I have been itching to feel you against my skin, Amos. Finally, I can touch you.” His hand ran down his chest, digging his nails into his skin. “Why are you scared of me, hm? What is it that you wronged? Tell me… I might let you go,” he whispered near his ear.

“Y-you will?” Amos asked.

“Mhm, why can't I make an exception for my best man,” he made a little distance between them, “In the end, you are one of my men… So come on, be a good man and tell me everything.”

Amos thought for a moment before gulping. He looked into his dark, maniacal orbes. There was an odds for him to get away with this. “I… Um, I said th- things th-that I shouldn't have.”

“What are those things, Amos,” his sweet voice relaxed the weak man. “Say it all.” He walked towards a table in the corner of the dingy place and opened it, back facing Amos. The King sounded like a lover with that honey-kissed voice he spoke with.

“I said that his grace l-looked… Looked,” he coughed. “Looked… Like fine meat.”

“Mhm, keep going,” he said. “And tell me why you said that?”

“The day when you checked up on her grace for the first time, I saw her,” he hesitated. “I saw her naked.”

His Highness giggled like a child. “Yeah? I think I brought you with me so that you could keep an eye outside… Not inside.”

“It was a misfortune!” he quickly exclaimed. “I was just checking on you but my eyes fell on her form!”

“Okay,” he sighed and frowned his lips. “I think I heard you say something the day she was begging for mercy.”

Amos's last hope left his body just when his words left his mouth and turned around with a lethal smirk and a hunting knife in his hand.

~

In the light whispers of the village, the painful cries of a child echoed for a person named Coronis. He was on his horse along with his men when these cries distracted him from his work. Though, he would not usually go and check it himself knowing his men are doing their work when someone becomes a hurdle in their way.

However, he caught a familiar figure running towards the crowd and fought her way into the deeper core. His body worked before his mind could and guided his horse there.

The back of his man was towards him and was holding a little girl who was wailing. Then he heard a voice that broke his stone heart a little. He squinted and saw another woman who was begging on her knees and hands folded.

“Please, I beg your mercy! She is a child. She doesn't know much. Please, let her go! Take me instead! Kill me, not her!”

It was her.

All he could see was red. Who had the audacity of making his pretty girl beg such a low caste? He could not bear seeing her beg like this in front of the whole village. He could see how she let herself down for a child that now he felt hostility toward.

He hated the child for bringing this situation to his sweet girl. He wanted to strangle her and make her realize but knew better than that. Coronis would not like it.

So he did a good job as he got off his horse and pulled his sword out. They say when you pull your sword out of the sheath, it yearns for blood. It screams bloody murder and who is he to make his sword pity for it. He would give whatever his sword wants. Just like that, when he took his next breath, he took one away.

The whole village fell silent. Not a single being dared to utter a word. Never in a million years has this happened. But he was not the one to explain himself to anyone. He was about to turn around when Coronis kneeled in front of him and thanked him for sparing that ungrateful girl’s life. And she cried and cried loudly.

Through all of this chaos, he heard Amos say something that made his eye twitch.

“She looks so fine begging like this. I would fuck her when I can make her beg for mercy like this,” Amos had whispered.

~

“You called it upon yourself, Amos,” he chuckled. “I don't care why you hid away from me because it is the least of my worries. But do you really think that you can look at my princess and fucking fantasize about her like this?! See her naked like that and expect me to be fine with it? Thinking about fucking a girl that is mine, do you even realize who you are playing with?”

Amos could not get a word out. He knew he was done for. It was too late to defend himself from anything his useless mouth said or button eyes saw.

The King held the tied man’s chin tightly, “you looked at her with these eyes, right? You saw her naked with these eyes. I don't think you deserve them anymore, Amos.” He whispered.

The utter panic painted Amos's face. The dread settled in much clearer than before. He came aware of what was going to happen and he was sweating out of it. “No, no no. Please, I beg you. Please! I have got a wife and kids to take care of!”

“Where were they when you were thinking about fucking my princess?!” The King roared. “Did you not think of them when you were eyeing what was mine!?”

“Please have mercy on me, I will be better. I won't look around! Please!”

A wicked smirk widened on his face, “isn't it great that I'm the last person you are going to see?” he said as he brought his knife closer to his eyes. “Now let's say goodbye to these.”

“No!” a piercing scream echoed throughout the castle, shaking the hearts of all. They were accompanied by the loud laughter of the King who was enjoying tearing apart every single vein in the traitor's body.

The King wanted him to remember this in his next life. He wanted his soul to fear and tremble every time. Nobody could get away from him. And he wanted this to be copied into everyone's useless brains.

The knife did not show any mercy. Just like other times, it gashed the quavering man again and again. His eyes were gone, his throat was cut open. There were punctures in his heart. But the King did not stop.

“This. Is. What. You. Get. For. Messing. With. Me,” he screamed. His irises were blown out, his eyes were bloodshot, his face red from rage, and body covered in blood. He enjoyed it. He loved the metallic scent on him. He laughed and laughed like a madman that he was.

No one, absolutely no one could stand in front of him let alone think about touching his obsession. His ego was hurt. Even though Amos knew that that girl belonged to his highness, he still dared to think of touching her in ways that only he could. It was a shame on the king and he was rectifying that now.

His men or not, he did not care. The only thing he cared about now was Coronis and nothing else. There was no other being that he cared about. “Fucking remember this for an eternity, you bloody bastard. Never ever raise your eyes towards my princess!” he made sure that the dead man would get nightmares filled with him, haunting every single day and reminding him of his sins. “You let me down, Amos. I thought you were my loyal dog but you just turned out to be a fucking filth who pissed on me,” he stabbed him again and again. “You wanted your useless filthy dick inside of a goddess, now take this. This is what you get for thinking like that. She is mine and only mine. Get this thing into your thick skull!”

After hours, everything fell silent. He was sitting there in the puddle of fresh blood that he drained. He was feeling delighted again. The ego hicked above the skies. He kept looking at the man whose insides were hanging out. He loved it. He loved how pathetic loser was dead and cut open in front of him. He loved how he could see the gashes on his organs and how the blood was draining out of them like water out of bucket. This is what he loved. He wanted to do more but he had better things to do tonight.

He wanted to see how his little princess was doing. She was clouding his mind all the time. Her face would appear in front of his eyes all the time. Regardless of what he was doing, he would think about her and pause every thing. No one had enough balls to make him do otherwise. All he cared for was his little princess who needed to be protected by any means and he was there to do it.

Not a single person could get in between them. Or else he would make sure they met a worse fate than Amos. More painful death than anyone ever before.

“You are only mine, my love. Once I get to keep you, nothing will ever separate us. I'll make sure you love me and I love you till the very end. I'm not playing only to see you walk away. I'm playing to get you and keep you forever with me, hidden away from the nasty world. We are one and you can not deny it, my precious.”

The King walked out of the dungeon and handed his soaked knife to one of the guards. “You know better what to do next,” he said and walked away, his chest painted in blood and a satisfied smile on his face.

He wanted to make sure everyone knew what could happen to those who look at his princess in a way no one but only he could.

“Do not ever dare to reach the thing that is mine.”

.....

Sanaa's note:

It took me a little longer to finish this chapter😅. But it's done now (phew). My flat is about 80% done. Hopefully, I'll be able to sleep in my own bed today or tomorrow. But anyhow, how are you guys? Did you enjoy this chapter? Let me know! Your feedback motivates me a lot and makes me write even more. I love you all! Feel free to talk to me and send an ask! 😊

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Book Genre Legacy Challenge

Hello! I've been playing the Sims for what feels like forever at this point, and the only way I ever manage to keep myself invested in the game is by playing legacy challenges. I kinda wanted to try my hand at making my own legacy challenge, so here it is!

The Sims 4 Book Genre Legacy Challenge!

Basic Rules: - Reach the end of each aspiration. - Reach level ten of career unless specified otherwise. - Cheats are allowed but try not to use them (only because they make gameplay less fun). - Reach level 10 of each set of skills given for each generation - Heir can be any gender unless specified.

I did my best to make this as Base Game compatible as possible, if you’re missing some packs and I didn’t offer an alternative just pick your own or skip it.

Gen 1: Classics

Colours: Blue and Brown Traits: Family Oriented, Dog Lover (BG: Neat), Art Lover Aspiration: Lord or Lady of the Knits (BG: Successful Lineage) Career: Start as Business but quit once you have kids Skills: Knitting and Parenting

You’ve been called an old soul all your life. Everyone always laughed at you for your simplistic dreams. You’ve always wanted a simple life. White picket fence, perfect partner, two kids, and a dog, maybe even a rocking chair to knit on. Who cares if you don’t have big career plans, at least you’ve got a family.

Rules: - Must have at least two kids - Quit your job once you have your kids. - Have a good relationship with all children. - Adopt a dog once your kids are toddlers. - Only have one romantic relationship and marry them before you’re an adult.

Gen 2: Western

Colours: Brown and White Traits: Bro, Rancher (BG: Hates Children), Loner Aspiration: Championship Rider (BG: Bodybuilder) Career: Athlete or no Job (Horse Ranch) Skills: Fitness, Horse Riding, and Guitar

You grew up in a picture perfect home. You were adored by your parents and lived the perfect life. But not everything was as great as it seemed. You learnt very quickly how mean children could be, as you were the youngest of the family and constantly picked on by your sibling(s). You moved out as soon as your were able to and bought the biggest piece of land you could find. Anything to get away from other people. 

Rules: - Have a bad relationship with your sibling(s) - Move out as soon as you’re a young adult onto a plot of land - Buy a horse (if you have HR) as soon as you can - Have an unexpected child (one only)  - Don’t move in with your partner until you know you’re having a child  - Have a high relationship with partner and parents, no one else

Gen 3: Science Fiction 

Colours: White and Green Traits: Geek, Socially Awkward (BG: Clumsy), Genius Aspiration: Computer Whiz Career: Astronaut Skills: Programming, Rocket Science, and Robotics

As an only child, you were taught to entertain yourself. Your parents had never enjoyed company, and hadn’t payed much attention to you growing up. You kept yourself busy, ignoring their silly western ideals and searching for a more captivating life in the stars. You found a passion in technology, and found numbers far easier to understand than people. Maybe there’s life out there better than the people you’ve met on earth. 

Rules: - Build a rocket ship  - Travel to Sixam and bring an alien back to earth with you (if you have GTW) - Marry the alien and have a kid  - Never make friends  - Don’t talk to your parents after you move out 

Gen 4: Comedy

Colours: Green and Yellow Traits: Goofball, Self Absorbed (BG: Noncommittal), Outgoing Aspiration: Joke Star Career: Entertainer (Comedian Branch) Skills: Comedy and  Charisma

Your parents always had their head in the stars, and being half alien you felt like an outcast as a child. You hated how hard it was to make friends and only wanted to be like everyone else. Once you reached a teenager however, you realized that if you tried hard enough and got everyone to like you, no one would even realize you were a little odd. 

Rules: - Make a bunch of friends as a teenager, but never stay close with any of them - Host house parties once a week - Have at least three kids and have a good relationship with them all - Sever all connection to your alien parent after you move out

Gen 5: Contemporary

Colours: Yellow and Pink Traits: Ambitious, Snob, Materialistic  Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy Career: Doctor (BG: Business) Skills: Logic and Painting 

You grew up in a very loud family. Everyone was always laughing and there were parties almost every week. As a child you loved it, but as you got older you realized there were more important things in life than laughter. You decided to take a different route than the rest of your family. To you, there was nothing more important than success, other than money of course. 

Rules: - Marry someone in the same career field as you. - Have a large house and hire a maid/butler as soon as you can afford it. - While your children are young, hire a nanny for them instead of sending them to daycare. - Have an over-the-top wedding. - Decorate your house with your own art (no one else makes art that is good enough for you)

Gen 6: Romance

Colours: Pink and Red Traits: Romantic, Good, Music Lover Aspiration: Soulmate Career: Entertainer (Actor Branch) or Acting (GF) Skills: Charisma, Acting, Piano or Violin

As a kid, you always felt like the outcast of the family. Your sibling(s) were super smart and seemed likely to follow in your parents successful footsteps, while you were always a little behind, more interested in making friends than success. You feel in love with romantic stories and tv shows at a young age, as everything always seemed to work out for the main characters. Your parents were a little cold and  you barely saw them be affectionate with each other. As you got older you decided that the world needed a little more love.

Rules: - Must be a woman  - Date as many sims as you want but don’t woohoo until married - Have at least two close friends and one best friend - Adopt a dog - Have a music room in your house

Gen 7: Horror

Colours: Red and Black Occult option: Vampire Traits: Gloomy, Perfectionist. Unflirty (BG: Hot-Headed)  Aspiration: Villainous Valentine Career: Secret Agent (Villain Branch) Skills: Vampire Lore, Pipe organ or Piano, Mischief 

Your mom drove you crazy growing up. Her insanely positive outlook on life made you laugh. You believed she’d just gotten lucky in her love life, there’s no way anyone else could achieve that sort of perfect romance. All that being said, you do love her with all your heart. But as the only official black sheep of the family, you made it your goal to make your family the complete opposite of the one you grew up in, staring with the worst career you could think of. 

Rules: - Have a good relationship with your parents and invite them over for weekly dinners  - Adopt a black cat -Partner should match your values - Don’t settle down until aspiration is complete 

Gen 8: Fantasy

Colours: Black and Purple Traits: Loves Outdoors, Jealous, Creative Aspiration: Freelance Botanist  Career: Gardener (BG: No Job) Skills: Gardening, Flower Arranging, Baking

You loved the whimsicalness of your grandmother when you were a child. If you had the choice you would’ve had her raise you instead of your own parents. Growing up in such a dark environment made you want to fill your own house colours. The one thing you and your parent do have in common however, is your twisted outlook on love, as you are constantly convinced that your partner is cheating on you.

Rules:  - Have a good relationship with your grandmother  - Have at least three partners before you find the one, and be the one to break up with them all - Have a greenhouse  - Don’t have any kids until your grandmother dies - Have a rocky relationship with your spouse

Gen 9: Mystery

Colours: Purple and Grey Traits: Paranoid (BG: Loner), Loyal, Slob Aspiration: Master Mixologist  Career: Detective (BG: Secret Agent, Diamond Agent Branch) Skills: Mixology, Photography, Charisma

You had a pretty normal childhood, aside from the occasional screaming match between your parents. Unfortunately you inherited one of your parents tendency for paranoia, and constantly think somethings out to get you. Instead of taking it out on your partner however, you take it out on the criminals in town, and the occasional drink. And hey you never know, maybe some criminals can be trusted. 

Rules: - Have at least one drink a night after work (either at a bar or at home) - Marry someone in the criminal career branch (can be cheated) - Move houses at least three times (best to never stay in one place too long) - Never hire a repair service, fix everything yourself 

Gen 10: Memoir

Colours: Grey and Blue Traits: Perfectionist, Ambitious, High Maintenance (BG: Creative) Aspiration: Best-selling Author Career: Writer (Author Branch) Skills: Writing

Growing up you loved your parents, but something about how much they drank always rubbed you the wrong way. You always liked things to be set up in specific ways and you hated the fact that your parents always left a mess. You spent a lot of time reading as your parents were too preoccupied to take much care of you. One day you find a bunch of dusty old books that appear to be about the older generations of your family, but it’s hard to make out. Annoyed by the lack of information about your family lineage, you decide you should be the one to write it all down. 

Rules: - Have a complicated relationship with your parents  - Publish 10 books, each named after a different generation. - Read 9 books prior to starting your writing (as research). - Have a library in your home 

I think that's everything! I hope you guys enjoy this challenge! Please tag me in any posts about this challenge or post it with the hashtag #bookgenrelegacy

Happy Simming!

[anticanonsposts]

maybe konig with reader who has general anxiety disorder? like calming them down when they get worked up and reassuring them?

sorry if you're uncomfortable writing about this, no pressure💞💞

good lord this has been in my inbox for a minute, I am so sorry it took so long!!!!!! but i hope you like it <3

cw: talk about anxiety, bodily symptoms, reader is chubby <3, slight angst, i think thats it, completely sfw

wc: 1, 082

overall headcanons then a little oneshot after

whenever you're anxious...

he’s really good at picking up on this kind of behavior

he can tell when you are really nervous

and in general I think he is really good at picking up on your mood and emotions already

since he also has anxiety I think he would be especially good at keeping tabs on yours 

in public he would literally just give you his left hand and let it go limp, letting you do whatever you wanted to it/with it 

i like to think he would also gently press down on the middle of your back or a shoulder in an attempt to get you to stop tensing up 

he loves how understanding you are of his anxieties so he wants nothing more than to return that back to you

Anxiously, you sat at your desk, trying to distract yourself with your work in front of you. Fortunately your boss had a long list of things for you to do today. You needed something to distract you because last night you and your roommates got into a huge fight. You lived with three other people and last night some drama had gone down, so your anxiety was as high as ever. You had always tried to keep everyone happy, talk about issues when needed, and to be mature about problems. But unfortunately not all of your roommates shared your desire for peace or maturity level. So misunderstanding after miscommunication after another happened, and now you were stuck sitting with so much emotion, your nerves felt like they were on fire. You kept feeling drops in your stomach each time your phone buzzed. The fight had started over text and then escalated to the four of you speaking to each other. Then this morning there was so much tension in the house and everything felt so awkward. Because of some stuff in your past, instability in the home has always made you very nervous and upset. It was your one safe space that was now being threatened. But now everyone seemed to be mad at everyone else and you were trying to pick up the pieces. Once again getting lost in your thoughts, your body jolted again as your phone buzzed. But this time it was a text from your boyfriend König. You had sort of told him what was going on the night before, but you didn’t go into very much detail. However, he knew something was definitely off, in the way you were texting, he could tell that you were not feeling the best. His text was simply asking you how you were feeling. You respond with a quick ‘I’m fine!’ but he sees right through this, and before you know it your phone is buzzing with his picture displayed. Picking up the call, before you can say anything he asks,

“You’re finished working soon ja? I’ll be outside waiting ok?” 

“Thank you König” you reply before you both hang up. 

You were thankful that he never pushed you to give details too fast. Your anxiety was a pretty prominent part of your personality and could be a lot to handle sometimes. But König was very patient with you, always giving you reassurance when you needed it, listening to you talking through your issues while still knowing when to cut you off. He is getting better and better at gauging when you are done ranting and just getting into an obsessive never ending loop of worry. So he usually tries to avert your attention to something else and distract you. 

Finally your shift is over and you head outside and see König parked along the street. As soon as he sees you he gets out of the driver's seat to open the passenger side for you.  

Before you could even say anything, he says, “Do you wanna go to Culvers?” (I’m from the midwest). 

“Yes please.” you reply, giving him a small smile, sliding your left hand into his right.  

The drive there didn’t take very long but König didn’t once ask you about how you were feeling or what had been going on. He instead asked you what he should get since he isn’t as familiar with the delicacy that is midwestern fast food. 

Once you are there, you go inside, receiving the normal amount of stares you two normally do. You being a drop dead gorgeous chubby girl and him being, well, tall. After you two order, get your food, and find a semi-secluded booth he lets you dig in and get a few bites of food in.

“Ok, you’re fed liebling, so, spill. What happened?” he asks, moving his head slightly so his eyes could meet yours. 

Swallowing the bite of food in your mouth, you took a deep breath and told him. Told him how the fight started, what it was about, how you were feeling, how your thoughts were driving you completely insane and that you were drowning in overthinking. That your stomach had hurt all day because of it, and even while you were explaining everything to him, your heartbeat was racing and your breathing became uneven. 

Noticing this, he reached his arm across the table and started rubbing small circles on the inside of your wrist. Taking another deep breath you leaned back in your booth seat. Feeling a lot better that you were able to rant to König, knowing that given his issues with anxiety, that he was never going to judge you. He understood exactly how you felt, and it always hurt his heart to know that you also had issues with anxiety. He never wanted you to feel that pain, so he always made sure to be a listening ear whenever you felt like this. 

“Thank you König” you say, pulling your wrist back so that you are fiddling with his fingers. 

“Of course y/n, its my job.” he responds, softly.

The two of you finish your food, and König drives you to your apartment. After asking him to spend the night, he more than happily agrees. The rest of the night is spent still worrying about your roommates, but finally once everyone is home. You all have a talk in the living room. And König is there, waiting for you in your room when you are done. Drama taken care of, supportive partner, and mind at ease, you finally rest your tired body and mind, cuddled up next to König.

teehee hope you liked it, i have a couple more requests in my inbox that will be out soon! in the meantime if anyone wants anything else, don't be afraid to ask :)

[yoimiyasthings]

Robin x Boothill

Smut!

CW - Bunny Suit, Lesbian Robin, Bi/Genderfluid T-Fem Boothill, Dildo's, Grinding, Edging, belt used as handcuffs, Aftercare!! Generally sappy in general and Fluffy ending.

(Please bare in mind that this is my first fanfic 💫)

Robin stands in her shared room, waiting for her girlfriend to return home after a long mission.

Walking around leaving Rose petals and setting up red lights to set the mood.

While decorating she can't help but feel somthing stir, she felt damp. The latex wasn't helping.

Robin felt herself get wetter and wetter, perhaps seeing her reflection in the mirror, imagine if her fans knew this side of her? The newly playboy bunny Robin was ready for her girlfriend to return, perhaps a little to ready... She walks over to her vanity and strokes the corner, biting her lip.

She holds the sides and hovers her crotch over the corner, slowly lowering herself and as she felt a wave of pleasure she slowly started to grind away at it. It felt so good but she felt a twinge of guilt for not waiting... But it felt so good.

A few moans and whines escaped her mouth before she hears a voice behind her "is my little bunny so desperate?" and before turning around she felt to cold metal hands cup her breasts and the familiar shark teeth bite her neck.

"Darling... You scared me.. Mmh!" as she begins to speak, a bite sinks into her neck.

"Ah ah~ Good bunnies don't talk until asked to. Got it?"

Boot kisses Robins newly bitten neck and scoops her off the vanity.

"I can do everything and more... So impatient.."

Robin feels her stomach flip and her wings flutter, Boot notices.

"you can talk for now.. What one do you want honey.. Bull or Stallion?"

"Can you use bull today love...?"

"anything for my little bunny"

Boot kisses Robins cheek and applies fresh lipstick, ready to mark her ladies skin all night.

"You look radient tonight my love... It might just be the suit... But I always think you're this beautiful..."

Robin gasps as she feels a finger on the latex crotch of her suit and a soft vibration coming from it.

She whines at the feeling, trying to get closer to the vibration, but Boot holds her arms above her head

"Now little bunny... Hold still for me.. "

As Robin nods, Boot unbuckles her belt an wraps it around Robins hands, restraining her.

Robin giggles at the nickname, growing damper by the second.

"Since I've been away for so long... And you've obviously missed me.. I'll be generous tonight"

Whith this, Boot begins to unzip her lovers suit, slowly revealing her breasts and stomach, but she stops just before her crotch.

Leaving down and popping her lips, Boot begins to kiss Robins chest, letting her whine as she nibbles, leaving marks where ever she pleases.

"So beautiful... I suppose you can talk now.. You've been so good for me.."

"Thank you dear... I've missed you so much..ive been so-"

Boot stops her, kissing her and unzipping the final stretch of zip.

"I expect you to sing to me tonight my dove.. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Hilly.."

Boot smiles softly at the nickname as she pops a finger off her hand and putting it on Robin's clit on a low vibration. This got a good, sweet moan out of her, all Boot could ever ask for is her girlfriends satisfaction.

As the finger stimulates Robin's pussy, she bucks her hips trying to get more friction. Seeing this Boot puts the streanth up a few notches. And lord, if Robin's moans were a song, Boot would listen to it all day..

She leans down to Robins eye level, stroking her red face.

"Such a good girl... Just like that.."

Seeing as Robin has been so good, Boot decides to let her go from the belt. As the belt comes apart, Robin wraps her arms around her lovers neck, pulling her down and kissing her passionately but softly none the less.

Moaning into Boots mouth, she feels the finger slide down into her pussy.

"prepare yourself my dear.."

With another kiss, Robin feels the finger attach itself back to Boots hand, and another finger enter. Two vibrating fingers going at a strong pace.

"Ah~ Hilly! S-so strong..!"

Boot unlatched from Robins reddening neck and looks at her moaning face and then down at her gushing pussy. Giggling, she pushes the vibrations even harder, Robin tearing up at this point cries, "Please! Please, I'm gonna cum Hilly!"

At these words, Boot pulls her fingers out, a smug look on her face as Robins hips buck upwards to chase them, but only to be met by the knot in her stomach aching. Longing to be filled.

"Hilly! You're so mean.." Robin pouts as Boot looks at her, "Now now... You don't even know why I pulled out.. Here.."

Boot grabs her strap and alligns it to Robins throbbing pussy.

"Please Hilly..." Robin pleads as she looks at Boots length beneath her

"What good manners lovely.." Boot says as she pushes in slowly, using the wetness of Robin for lube.

Robin grabs onto her lovers shoulders as she feels the cold metal enter her.

And as Boot finishes filing her up with her length, Robin lays letting out a satisfied, guteral moan.

As Boot waits for the signal to start moving, Robin smiles and starts to giggle, covering her mouth and laughing more and more.

"I'm sorry hilly! I just can't take you seriously right now!" and as Boot hears these words, she stars to blush and laugh with Robin, looking at her now, it's almost like she lit up the room

"Just tell me when Darlin'..." She smirks as she picks up the Polaroid camera on the bedside table.

As Robin sees the camera, she tries to cover her face but fails to hide her smile as the camera clicks.

Boot puts the photo and camera down so it can develop as she helps her Dove finish.

"I love you so much Robin... So so much.."

Robin can't help but whine at this comment, letting out a faint "I love you too~"

Robin holds Boots face close as they kiss, and as Robins climax approached, she separates the kiss and places her forehead on the others. Moaning like it was their last time together, she feels at the highest point of the night

"Please Hilly... Please..!"

"Anything for my sweet dove.." Boot whispers back

"Come for me angel.." and as if they were magic words, the knot in Robins had come undone.

Boot waits for Robins climax to wash over, staying by her side until it's alright to go set up for the rest of the night.

Robin pants as she holds her arms around Boots neck, forehead pressed to her loves still.

She flops back, laying down on the bed and Boot takes that as her signal. Kissing Robins cheek, she gets up and runs down to the kitchen to grab her a bottle of water and some snacks.

Sneaking around Sunday (unsuccessfully) she runs back upstairs and sits beside a worn out Robin, although she looked more like an Angel, practically glowing.

Robin takes the water and gulps it down. Rolling over to sling her arms around Boots hips.

"Welcome home.."

Boot chuckles as she puts her jacket over a practically naked Robin. "I'll run the bath deary.."

Robin dozes off, staring at a starry Penacony through the window, thinking about how she now knew that this was how life was going to be, and she's happy.

After a bath cleaning her up, Boot helps to dry her body and hair, kissing every mark left and being very gentle with every move, as if Robin was made of China.

Boothill sits on the toilet as Robin stands in front of her, Boot puts her hands on Robins hips, just at her eye level and Robin runs her hands through Boots hair. No words where exchanged, but the look they shared could speak millions.