#hayden x reader

[gladiatorcunt]

　 　╰ • ❀ - ❛happy birthday, mr. emperor!❜ ✦

cw: afab reader, daddy kink, pretend it’s april 19th, implied painal sorry for writing an anakin that would love jane eyre too much, bondage mention, dark themes, implied age gap, blowjob

“I wish you could see how the stars I made shine for you, angel.”

Last night Anakin had tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, silently chuckling when it sprung back to smack you in the face. Your nose scrunched in that bunny-esque way he loves, and he whispered against your cheek that he loved you before departing your home. As soon as you heard the door swoosh shut behind him, a bright smile beamed across your face as you sprung out of bed and began preparing. You’d gotten better at pretending to be asleep, or maybe he’s just humoring you.

It took you hours to set up your husband’s surprise stay at home birthday celebration. His job as the Emperor of the Galaxy drains the life out of him even on his good days, so you do what you can to ease the tension however possible. Today is the day in which you put your heart and soul into adoring the love of your life. It wasn’t hard to decide on this kind of party. You’re more of the long distance vacation person in the relationship, and Anakin would gently scold you about how it wouldn’t be safe to even leave the palace most of the time.

You hum a catchy tune, looking in the mirror to make sure that the bow in your hair is tied perfectly. You picked a satin fabric that matches the color of Ani’s eyes, and a part of you can’t deny that the decision was motivated by the desire to see his jaw clench in possessiveness. The little thrills you manage to witness get you through the days inside. You do some last minute twirls, glancing over your outfit and ignoring the slight discomfort of the silk ropes underneath.

Your slippers slap against the floor all the way to the dining room. The servants had already been dismissed for the day as soon as your husband had left, something else that you wouldn’t mind getting a ‘thorough scolding’ for. You know Anakin just doesn’t like for you to ever feel the need to lift a single finger if he can help it, but it’s only fair that you be the best spouse you can be on his special day.

All the food lining the long rectangle shaped table is Ani’s favorite, painstakingly put together and placed in an arrangement by your own hands. You haven’t slept in what feels like forever, but it’ll all be worth it to see how happy this will make him. Like always, you don’t care to delve into how slick your pussy gets at the thought of his approval. Even a small grunt of acknowledgement when he’s distracted drives you wild.

After making sure that absolutely everything is in the proper place, cheesy decorations strung up all over the place included, you smooth your clothes down with your palms flat and wait in the bedroom. You hope he appreciates how restrained you’ve been since he’s been gone, the tempatation to hump your puffy folds against the pillow he lays his head on is still on your mind. Anakin usually wakes you up by licking a flat stripe up your cunt under the covers and hooking his fingers in your hole to stretch it enough for him to spit in, always already naked from the night before. Like a cat kneading the surface it’s walking on, you could cry at being deprived of grounding yourself by burying your shaking hands in his soft hair.

Your excitement must bleed into the Force somehow, because you hear the heavy stomps of boots sooner than you thought. You scramble to meet your husband at the door, remembering how he once admitted that he likes to hear how happy you are to see him when he gets back. The cat never fails to return to check on the canary, and when it eats the stubbornly cheerful thing it doesn’t have to. It knows exactly where the bird is, and always will be.

You don’t even wait for him to get out of his armor and into his more casual attire that he likes to lounge around in at home. As soon as you see your favorite crow’s feet wrinkles revealed by the silver door, you pounce.

With very little effort, you reach up and push the top of your outfit off your shoulders. Anakin’s darkened gaze follows the truthfully skimpy garment as it falls to pool around your ankles. Your cheeks burn and you pray that he’ll take his time admiring you but no such luck, his eyes quickly flick up to see the start of a series of clumsily tied loose silk knots. The holonet tutorial you followed was sort of confusing, but you thought you managed to pull it off in the end!

“Fuck, look at you, bunny.” He groans, prowling around you in a slow circle. “All this for some boring old man?”

“Hey, ‘s not nice…” You wring your hands together, wiggling your plump ass for him as he makes his rounds. “You’re MY boring old man, Ani.”

“Watch it.”

“Or what?” You giggle despite the warning look he’s giving you.

The heat in his gaze feels like flames licking at your spine, but you don’t push him any further. You would never want him to have a stressed induced heart attack. Your unspoken jab makes you giggle again until you realize that Anakin could peek into your mind whenever he pleases.

The sudden slap to your rear doesn’t surprise you, nor do the frenzied squeezes. He loves to watch the skin bulge out between his thick fingers, he loves your fat ass period. The blush pink ribbons were tied together in a way that you knew would enhance your curves, putting enough pressure on your plush ass and tits in particular to really make them pop. Your thighs were nothing to forget about, though, you know better than to assume that Ani doesn’t love every bit of his baby equally.

He circles back around to face you and grins. He adjusts his cock in his pants, not taking his eyes off fof you for even a second, “So fuckin’ gorgeous, honey. And here I was about to say that the best thing I could receive is waking up to you every day.”

“Thank you, Daddy, Happy Birthday.” You purr, sinking to your knees and winding your arm around his thigh, nuzzling into the seam of his pants like you were searching for something.

He ‘tsk’s above you but he sighs and waves his hand in the air, summoning an emerald green cushion to slide under your knees before you hit the floor. That pillow didn’t exist in the beginning of your relationship, but you’ve ended up loving being like this so much that it became a necessity.

Anakin groans as you mouth at his bulge over his slacks, wetting the fabric with your kitten licks to his tip. He settles a heavy palm on top of your head and gives you a couple pats. Neither of you are in any rush, both enjoying your dynamic in a more sensual way. Ani loves how cock drunk you already seem to be, the tension in his body just melts away when he can see how much you’re salivating over your mind going blank.

“You can’t go dumb on me, Angel, I haven’t even got my present yet.” He teases you and grins when you mewl distractedly.

You’re trying really hard to pay attention, promise, but you couldn’t ignore your husband’s natural musk if you tried. “ ‘ngh- hah… ‘Sorry, Daddy.”

Then you remember that you can’t spend the rest of your life on your knees (you wish), so you sheepishly wipe the drool from your mouth. You have trouble getting hold of the zipper, your fingers being too wet to properly pull it. Your embarrassment is short lived, because Anakin is using the Force to undo it and slide his pants down far enough to free his throbbing length.

You pout in disappointment when it doesn’t flop out to smack you across the face. In no time at all you’re slobbering all over his cock.

You flutter your eyelashes up at your husband, hollowing out your cheeks and humming periodically. You can’t help the satisfied grin that comes over you whenever you get a deep groan or grunt in response. Your mouth makes ‘slurp!’ sounds as you suck him off, a sharp ‘pop!’ going off when you pull the suction away to trace the veins on the underside of his curved cock. Precum beads to the surface but they’re swiftly licked away, you outright make out with the thick tip of his dick for a good minute.

Anakin would tease you for how much of a bitch in heat you’re being, but he’s no better when he wriggles his tongue fucking either of your holes. He’d call you that with love though, he’ll never forget how grateful he is to still have you after everything.

“My consort loves their dick, huh? Should I even ask if you’ve prepped your ass?” He asks and you smother your smile in his balls as you lavish them in your saliva.

“Good bunny.” Anakin sighs, balling his fist up in your hair. “Daddy knows you like it when it hurts, angel.”

And you do, even with the dried cum around the corners of your mouth and the tears spilling over. You’re smiling in between gasps of breath with every heavy thrust, you send a thought into the Force of concern over the state of Ani’s joints and you squeal when he speeds up. He hadn’t even bottomed out yet, your puffy rim was already red enough from his bullying the blunt head past your entrance.

You sob and let your mouth hang open, staring off into space as you feel his length cleave your insides in two. The kisses dotted all over your face help soothe you, but you still pant and dig your nails into his wrist on the side of your head caging you in. Anakin’s other hand kneads one of your ass cheeks, giving you more quick pats when he think you’re getting too worked up.

Some of the ribbons wrapped around your body have been destroyed, either by Anakin’s irritation when he wanted more access or by how amateurish your knot tying skills were. The ones around your ass are still intact, and you do your best to shake your ass against the remaining inches sinking inside your puckered hole, wondering if Ani can pick up on the shimmer of the ropes in the dim light.

He’s a good man, your Ani, he only lets it hurt on special occasions. If you rub up on him really nicely, ruining your ass goes outside of those occasions. It’s his birthday, why not let him play with his favorite toy how he wishes? You take pride in the leash you have around his every waking and slumbering desire, he has the same hold on you.

At the end, the universe will only know the carnage Darth Vader left in his wake. Long dead twin suns will singe the memory of Anakin Skywalker and his lover into the fabric of reality.

[bajablastlover1]

[laylaplease]

Close up of Hayden's eyes because I have a major urge to cup his cheeks and kiss all over them and make him blush and laugh because they just sparkle soooo pretty when he's happy :(

[anakinstwinklebunny]

BABY ITS COLD OUTSIDE..

ANAKIN SKYWALKER's gloved hand sank to the mountain of white, weird (for him) substance, watching how his gloved fingers skimmed over the white fluff as if it were stardust.

“This is snow?” voice tinged with wonder. “It’s… cold. Why is it cold?” He turned to you, wide-eyed, as if expecting a thorough explanation.

You barely suppressed a laugh, wrapping your arms around yourself to keep warm. “Because it’s frozen water, Ani. It’s supposed to be cold.”

Anakin scoffed, scooping up a handful and holding it to his face. “Frozen water? This looks like some kind of miracle. How does it fall like this? Did the Force do this?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously blaming the Force for snow?”

He didn’t answer, too entertained, too focused as he flopped onto his back, arms and legs stretching out to create the beginnings of a snow angel. “It’s so soft,” he muttered, nuzzling his cheek against the powder like a contented loth-cat. “And it sparkles. Did you see that? It sparkles in the sun.”

“You’re going to freeze your face off if you keep lying like that,” you teased, kneeling beside him.

Anakin ignored you, turning his head to squint up at the sky. “Why doesn’t it fall in straight lines? It’s so… floaty.” He reached a hand upward as if to catch the lazy descent of snowflakes.

Were you really talking to a 22 year old? “Because it’s snow, Ani. It doesn’t need logic,” you replied, voice full of affection for his childlike behavior that sent you giggling.

Suddenly, he rolled onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you. “Do you think it tastes good?”

“Anakin—no.”

But it was too late, of course. He stuck his tongue out, letting flakes dissolve on it. “It’s not bad,” he admitted, sitting up with a grin that was downright mischievous. “But not as good as you.”

Before you could roll your eyes, he gathered a clump of snow and held it out like it was some expensive, important gift. “Here. For you.”

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

“Enjoy it,” he said with mock seriousness before chucking the snowball at you. It hit your shoulder, causing you to fall on your ass, and his laughter rang through the cold weather—a sound so pure it almost melted the snow itself.

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[marchofmistria]

Hi, I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could make HC for when the farmer comes home all wrecked after a day at the mines (both bachelors and bachelorettes, if thats ok)

Hi there, thank you for sending :) Super fun to write for the bachelorettes as well as the bachelors <3 I'm writing these as established relationship HCs!

March

March can't help but worry about you each time you go to the times, no matter how nonchalant he tries to act or how many times he tells himself that you've been fine each time before.

Before you go, he'll always lecture you a bit and tell you to be careful (even though, he feels, this lecture goes ignored every time).

Without you asking, he'll spend time forging armor and swords that are strong and can provide a great deal of protection. You're clearly grateful for it, and it gives him peace of mind that you're wearing something he made so he's sure the quality is as good as possible.

If you're not back by a certain time, he'll go looking for you himself (even when, most of the time you're just fine).

The anxiety isn't totally unwarranted. There was a time once where he found you passed out in the mines, badly injured and attracting attention from monsters even in your unconscious state. He carried you all the way to Valen and had trouble sleeping for a day or two afterwards, even though Valen revived you no problem.

Sometimes March will insist on accompanying you from the start, claiming that he doesn't trust you to protect himself. You know not to take this as a blow to your defensive skills, but rather as proof of his deep love and care for you.

On the days you come home tired, he'll order you to go rest in bed and will wordlessly take care of you, whether that means cooking you dinner or washing off your sore body in the bath. He'll act annoyed, but you know that he doesn't mind at all taking care of you.

Ryis

Ryis worries about you when you spend late nights in the mines, but is also completely confident in your defensive skills. He knows that you're very strong, perhaps stronger than he would be down there.

He'd insist, however, that you pack food with you in case you grow exhausted down there.

He'd also make sure that you're wearing the best protection you could be. He'd probably call in a favor or two from March to give you the best equipment money could buy, just as an extra precaution.

He's always very excited and grateful when you bring home a trove of material or fascinating objects from your time down in the mines. He'd be interested to learn about all the materials that occur naturally down below, as well as the animal (monster) life living down there. Especially as Ryis would probably have little interest in going down there himself.

Ryis is less of a worrier than some others may be, but he'd definitely insist you be home by a certain time just so he could have total peace of mind and so that you two could spend the night together.

He'd definitely pamper you when you've had an exhausting day, whether that be from your time in the mines or from any other tasks you've had to complete throughout the day.

His care for you would definitely include nightly massages of your sore muscles. His idea of a perfect night is spent together in the bath with you, and then hanging out late into the night working on something relaxing like birdhouses, or even watching a movie together before falling asleep.

Hayden

One of the things Hayden loves and respects about you is your strength. He has plenty of it too, but is always deeply impressed by your ability to balance your work on the farm with your exploration of the mines.

He encourages your interests, and wants to give you as much time as possible to explore if that's what you feel like doing that day. He shows this encouragement by offering to take care of things on the farm on days when you want to go mining.

He hopes that'll take away some of your exhaustion, and he's more than happy to take care of you in that way. Any extra time spent with your animals is a happy day for him!

Hayden would care to make sure you're eating well before you go expending all that energy. He'll make lots of delicious food straight from the produce you've grown from the farm, and from the products donated by your animals.

Hayden wouldn't worry too much about your exploration in the mines, seeing how strong you are and how well you can handle yourself. He's just ready to get you home by the end of the night.

Hayden helps you recover by making sure you're well fed and well rested each day, without exception. If that means letting you sleep in a bit longer the next day and taking some of the load off your shoulders, he does it without a second thought.

Seeing his smiling face when you get home from a long day is enough to replenish some of your energy instantly. All Hayden cares about is that you're enjoying your days to the fullest in Mistria.

Balor

At first, Balor is more than supportive of your journeys down to the mines. After all, that's where you can find the rarest and most lucrative things for him to pawn off in the Capital!

It's also where you found a majority of the gifts that won his heart in the first place. It seemed like you were the only other person who appreciated these rare items to the same level he did, and he got so excited talking about it with you.

But once your relationship gets serious and progresses farther than just a business partnership, he starts to hate the days when you go down to the mines.

You always come back all scratched up and often injured, although usually not severely. Even so, he can't help but worry himself silly.

Yes, he's still excited when you come and happily show him all the wonderful things you've uncovered there that day. But he sure does wish there was another way to go about it.

He tries to persuade you to stop going down there, much to your surprise at first. You thought that he lived for these incredible finds. But he tells you that seeing you hurt isn't worth any amount of money.

He pays March a hefty sum to make you the best equipment and stocks you up with food each time you go. He can never get to sleep until he knows you're back home safe and have had your injuries healed.

He'll spend the rest of the night checking you to make sure you're really okay, and pampering you in every way possible. He wants you to know how grateful he is that you put yourself in danger on behalf of your mutual financial wellbeing. And he'll always have a special gift for you as an extra thank you.

Eiland

One thing that Eiland loves about you is your shared interest in all things archeological. The idea that there was someone as excited as him to explore the mysteries of the minds makes him deeply happy.

In fact, he's so excited and eager to find out what's down there that he doesn't really think of the extent of the danger. To be fair, he doesn't know that the mines are infected with a slew of monsters until you tell him.

When you first start returning to him after a day in the mines, you can spend hours discussing what you saw down there and going through all the evidence and artifacts you came across. Because you're equally excited as he is, he doesn't notice at first that you've injured yourself.

It's only after he sees you wincing in pain that he questions what happened, and then he feels terrible that he didn't notice it at first! When you confess to him all that's living down there, he instantly says that the mines must be closed off again.

Yes, he is deeply interested in what can be found down there. But the safety of the residents of Mistria are paramount. And you, as the person he cares about most in the world, take priority above all of that.

He feels a bit more reassured when you tell him that closing the mines is out of the question, that your injuries are not severe at all, and that on the contrary you absolutely love going down there. He's excited too, but just much more weary about your adventures now.

He'll stay late at the museum on nights when you decide to go into the mines, ready to meet you first thing once you exit. He has bottles of tonic to help you heal ready, as well as scores of delicious desserts to eat while talking over what you found that day. He's super eager, but will always prioritize your health over all else.

Valen

Valen doesn't stop being your doctor when she becomes your partner, and your health and safety are always her first priority. She knows she's not supposed to have any biases towards certain patients, but how could she not when she loves you so much?

Because of this, she really attempts to insist you stop going down to the mines. She knows that you find it fun and interesting, but she still doesn't fully understand. You make very decent money between the two of you, so it's not because of that.

She truly finds it difficult to understand why you don't prioritize your own health, especially with someone who worries so much about you waiting for you. But after discussing it, she concedes that she must let you enjoy your own interests and be there to support however she can.

You do agree to compromise on not staying out too late, as she cannot sleep at all until you're back home safe and your injuries are all tended to. Before you go, she prepares strong concoctions with her panacea to heal up most of your injuries instantly as soon as you're home.

On one occasion, when your injuries weren't mild and you had to stay overnight in the doctor's office, she didn't sleep a wink with worry for you. Even though she rationally understood that you'd be just fine in a few days, and of course trusted her own skills in taking care of you, her concern for you is overwhelming.

Most times, however, you're just fine and she's at home lovingly waiting for your return. She'll feed you a healthy dinner and run you a bath with salts to help soothe your aching muscles.

She'll always pack tonics to take with you as well, free of charge of course. You're incredibly grateful to have such a caring partner.

Juniper

Juniper tries really hard to act like she doesn't care what you're doing all day. She's still getting used to the idea of having a partner and showing vulnerability and care towards them.

She does care, really. It hurts her ego a tiny bit when she concedes to the fact that she does care. But at the same time, she can't do well at hiding her worry when you come home injured.

When you come back from the minds and show her everything you found, her interest is piqued. You consider it an enormous accomplishment the first time you gift her a crystal rose you found on one of the lower floors, telling her that she was the first thing you thought of when you saw the flower for the first time, and see her actually blush.

She can't even pretend to act proud at your "tribute." She's genuinely happy and flustered, and you consider that a win.

When you do come home hurt, she'll silently bring you into the bath house. Undressing you and then herself, she'll climb into the bath with you for a long soak.

That may include a massage as well, if you've caught her in a good mood or won her over that day with your gestures of affection via gifts from the mines. You can really get her if you tell her that you put yourself in harms way for her. She loves to feel like you put a lot of thought into her happiness.

She's not unaccustomed to flattery or worship, sure. But the real love, devotion, and attention she feels from you is new. And she's going to take steps to make sure the feeling is mutual.

Reina

Reina admires how strong you are, and how self-sufficient. But at the end of the day, she's still a big sister and being caring is her defining quality. She can't help but worry when you put yourself in danger.

She doesn't try to talk you out of it. She knows that there's no use in that. But she will do whatever she can to make your endeavors as safe as possible.

She insists of filling your bag with as much delicious food as you can carry without becoming over-encumbered. She'll cook all your favorites so you'll be more inclined to eat them as soon as your energy starts to wane in the mines.

You can always expect the same when you get back to her as well. She doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to you eating properly, even when you tell her that you've already eaten all the delicious things she packed for you during your excursion.

After you're well-fed and warmed up, you two like to relax the rest of the evening by the warm fire of the Inn, talking into the night and even sharing a warm Hot Toddy if you really need to wind down.

She's always interested to hear about everything you do each day, especially including what you do in the mines. She finds it fascinating, especially as that sort of stuff doesn't usually appeal to her. She's more than happy to listen to your tales rather than go do those things herself.

She'll often share your stories and brag of your strength and bravery to everyone who will listen when patronizing the Inn. She's proud to have such a strong and fearless partner.

Adeline

Adeline is a worrier by nature. She needs to have things under control as much as possible, and the fact that her partner is so fearless can be a difficult adjustment for her.

She knows that she needs to let you have your own hobbies. She also knows that she invited you to Mistria as an adventurer, so she can't go back on her word now.

Even so, she wishes you'd do just a little less adventuring now that you've found a home in the village. She doesn't tell you this directly, but also can't hide how stressed she gets when you're down there and she doesn't know how you're faring.

She makes you promise to be back by a certain time each night, and is upset if you ever miss that curfew. She knows that she can't boss you around like that, but you're willing to oblige her knowing how much stress she's already balancing and how much she cares about your well-being.

She does know what it's like to have someone deeply interesting in exploring, and is happy that her brother has a friend to discuss these things with now. She engages in the conversation and does find it interesting, especially if you're the one telling about it rather than Eiland. You just have a much more... engaging way of talking on the subject.

One thing that she will agree with you on is that the items you're able to find in the mines can be helpful to some of the townsfolk around Mistria. Whenever someone needs an item that may be hard to obtain, she admires the fact that you're quick to jump in and help (even if that means putting yourself in harms way). She loves that about you.

As soon as you're back home, she's making sure that you're well-rested in the most comfortable home, with the most comfortable pajamas and all the luxuries she can afford. If you're injured, she's happy to go to any lengths to make sure you get everything you need. It's the least she can do to prove how much she cares for you.

Celine

Celine is always terrified whenever you tell her you're going down to the mines. She can't imagine facing all those scary monsters and risking getting hurt! The worry is apparent on her face every time.

She knows that you're strong and more than capable, but she's scared for you nonetheless. One of the few times you see her act sternly is when she makes you promise that you'll avoid trouble there as much as possible and be home at a reasonable time.

It doesn't help that Dell encourages you completely. Opposite of what would usually be expected, Celine is worried that Dell is a bad influence on you and spurs you on into danger.

Celine tries to be supportive, but is always ready to take care of you whenever you come home from a long day in the mines. Her cottage is stock piled with medicines from Valen, delicious food cooked either by herself or by Reina, and a warm bed for you to rest in.

She cannot lie, though. Whenever you bring her a new rare plant or flower from the mines, she is so excited that she nearly forgets her reservations.

She'll spend hours reading about the fauna in her Codex Mistria, taking precious care of this wonderful gift you've given her. Her appreciation is apparent, and this incredible gift is almost worth letting you go down to the mines.

In any case, she's always excited to have you back home and will go above and beyond in taking care of you when youi're exhausted or even hurt.

[mortalheartache]

Drain You

Your stepbrother is going to fuck you — whether you like it or not.

Tags: NON-CON, DDDNE, stepcest, use of “big brother” and “little sister”, forced creampie, threat of anal, degrading (slut, bitch), impact play, overstimulation, pussy slapping, literally so much use of the word “fuck”

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Your nails, scraping for purchase, escape, a fight, anything, left angry red marks on his forearms, but he didn’t even bother to flinch and give you the slightest sliver of triumph in your fucked-out brain. “C’mon baby, you know that’s not gonna stop me. Why bother?” Sam taunted, flexing his bicep just slightly to make you sputter and squirm more from lack of oxygen.

“Just- fuck!- just stop struggling, and I’ll let you breathe. I pr- fuckyou’resotight- promise.”

With your brain going fuzzy and your vision starting to blur, you finally relented, dropping your hands from his arm and going limp under him. He sighed, removing his arm from your neck and placing his large hand onto your hip, using it to fuck you even harder. You whined, tears pricking your eyes as your arms shook, trying to hold yourself up. It was getting more and more strenuous with each thrust of his cock kissing your cervix. He was pummeling your pussy into the shape of his cock, the thought making you clench against your will and moan lowly.

“Fuck, honey. You like it, don’t you? Say it. Say you like your big brother’s cock in you.” He sneered, slapping your ass harshly and gripping the skin, jiggling it. You squeezed your eyes, trying to fend off your orgasm and tears, shaking your head in defiance.

“God- c’mon! You know you like it! Just fucking admit it! You like being split open by your big brother’s cock, don’t you, slut?” He snarled in your ear, gripping your hair and pulling your head as far back as it could go. You screamed at the sudden pain, arms going out and hands reaching to the end of the bed to try and scramble away. Tears began to fall, and he just laughed.

“Your little pussy is so wet around me, she’s gripping me like a fucking vice. Just stop acting like you’re not turned on by this. Say it.”

His cruel words made you clench again, the knot in your stomach tightening and your legs starting to shake. Sam slapped your ass again, and upon seeing how you whined and tried to squirm away again, he slapped your pussy, hard. The pain and malice of it all tipped you over the edge, cumming on his cock. Your vision went white for a moment, moaning loud enough that you were certain your neighbors could hear you.

He kept pounding into you, using one arm under your stomach to keep you up for him to use without you collapsing and moving his other hand to your clit, violently rubbing it in a way that made your back arch and legs jerk.

“Fuck- fuck- I want another one. Cum again, bitch.” He moaned into your ear, rolling his hips and pinching your clit in a way that made you sob, fisting the sheets and burying your face in them.

“S-Sammy! Sammy, stop, it hurts! It hurts too much, please!” You cried, trying to crawl away. His arm across your stomach was infallible, quickly yanking you down the bed and further onto his cock. You came again, nearly blinding you, feeling your own cum spurt out around his cock and dripping from your cunt and his pubic hair.

The overstimulation was becoming unbearable, your body nearly convulsing with each thrust of his cock and swipe of his fingers on your clit. Your tears and drool mixed onto the sheets under your face.

“Don’t make me go into this tight little asshole, squirmy bitch.” He punctuated his words by moving his hand from your clit and circling your asshole with his fingers, tauntingly pushing his middle finger in just enough to make you sob out a protest and force yourself to be still.

“Good. Keep being obedient,” he bit back a moan, “and I’ll let you go sooner.”

You nodded aggressively, tangled and sweaty hair covering your face and hiding your wobbling lip.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a good little sister for me, aren’t you? I need to fuck you more oft-“ Before he could finish the terrifying thought, you felt his thrusts stutter and his cock twitch in your sensitive little hole. You choked on your own scream, not wanting him to cum inside you. His hot cum painted your walls as he kept thrusting, fucking it deeper and deeper into you.

Finally pulling out, he fell limp, body covered in a sheen of sweat as he panted. The sudden weight of him on your back knocked the air out of you, and he laughed again at your pathetic begs for him to move.

He stretched his arm across the bed to his bedside table, opening the drawer and grabbing something you couldn’t see. You tried to turn your head to see, but he used his free hand to grab the back of your skull and twist it forward again, pushing your face into the mattress. He shoved it again into the bed, harder, smirking at the choked yelp you couldn’t silence by yourself.

Suddenly, you felt a pop as something was placed into your leaking cunt. He’d put a plug into you, keeping his cum inside.

“Not letting any of your big brother’s cum go to waste, are we?” He tutted, in faux sympathy.

“Now don’t try to take it out. I don’t want to have to tie you up. You don’t want that either, do you, baby?” He cooed, stroking your hair as your body wracked with your sobs.

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But I like it!! ⋆˚꩜｡

PAIRING : Sam Monroe x Curly/Wayvy!reader

WORDS : 1.1 k.

WARNINGS : Reader insecure about her hair.

“Sunshine, do you believe in love at first curl? cause I’m hooked. Now, Sam truly believes that angels have curly hair."

Sam Monroe is your best friend, so it was no surprise that he was always at your house. Clearly, today wasn't the exception. You both had developed a strong bond since you had been friends since preschool.

Who would have thought that sharing half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the kid who forgot his lunch would be a great way to start a wonderful and unbreakable friendship?

Obviously, if you ask Sam, he wouldn't have any problem with breaking the friendship, you know, in that way.

You had just gotten out of the shower, so you were sitting at the vanity in your room, about to struggle to make your hair look decent for once in your life, without looking like one of those clowns that wear a giant rainbow wig.

All the products you always used to define your hair were scattered across the surface of the vanity, brushes, creams, mousse, gel, and even serum. All the products were open and kind of spilling from use since everything always ended up in a sticky mess, and you were too lazy to clean it up.

"Why do you have so much stuff for your hair? Looks like you're scared of going bald."

Sam asked with a smug smile from the comfort of your bed, which was something adorable to watch from your perspective because his black clothes made a huge contrast with your pastel colored sheets, not to mention your army of stuffed animals.

(Where there was also a cute Rilakkuma plushie that Sam had given you for your birthday.)

"You're also at a good age to avoid the receding hairline you might inherit."

You replied with the same sarcasm he always used with you, and you could see how his smug expression turned into a look of pure horror and panic as he dramatically ran his hands through his hair, looking for any possible bald spot.

"Don't ever mention that shit again, I don't want to have nightmares about bald patches on my head."

Hearing his comment, you couldn't help but laugh out loud. Oh, you would definitely remind him about it for the rest of his life.

"There are other alternatives, don't worry, you can always wear a wig, Sammy!"

He immediately rolled his eyes in response as he sat on the edge of your bed to watch better what you were doing.

"But seriously, what’s all that crap for? I never see you using all that."

He asked curiously from his new position.

He was right, you almost never defined your hair unless it was for an important occasion or something like that because you found your curls very annoying to manage.

This time was no different because Sam had told you that tomorrow both of you were going to take a walk on the beach and eat an ice cream, so you wanted your hair to look nice and not like you had just woken up.

Usually, you always styled your hair somehow without leaving it loose, that’s why you always ended up with a messy bun on your head and some loose strands, because you had the idea that when you wore your hair down, you looked like a walking bird’s nest.

"They're to define my curls."

You explained in simple words so he could understand, but you failed because Sam had a completely confused face.

"I mean, all these things help my hair look nice."

He simply nodded when he understood your point.

You started to divide your hair into small sections with clips, then you applied cream and gel and used the brush in a way that your curls formed naturally.

"Why do you almost never wear your hair down? Your messy buns don't look bad, but your loose curls are prettier."

Sam broke the silence with that comment, and he could feel how his ears and entire face turned red and heated instantly.

"Thanks Sam, that was something sweet to hear. The truth is, I don’t think I’ve fully accepted my hair yet, you know?"

Your relationship with your hair had always been complicated because you were coming out of a curl transition after years of chemical straightening in a desperate attempt to boost your self-esteem, but that just destroyed your hair.

However, now you were at an intermediate point about how you felt about your curls. It was more of a love-hate relationship.

It didn't help either that during those years, you had dated a boy that, under your spell of being in love, you thought was the one.

But Sam had never liked him for various reasons, but you always thought he was just being dramatic and jealous because you were spending less time with him.

But when your curls started showing again, that boy began to grow distant little by little and finally stopped talking to you, but not before saying a hurtful comment that stayed burned in your memory:

"You looked cleaner and prettier with straight hair, now it's like I'm dating a damn bird's nest."

When you told Sam what he said, it was like a pressure cooker exploded, his blood boiled completely. How could someone dare say such a thing to HIS GIRL? Okay, you weren't his yet, but you would be.

You literally had to stop him and beg him not to go and punch that guy.

"If you ask me, I like your hair the way it is. I mean, you basically look like an angel fallen from heaven."

Hearing his words, your cheeks instantly turned a deep crimson pink. Whenever Sam gave you a compliment, you could feel little butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You always tried to convince yourself it was because you weren't used to the compliments he gave you.

But deep down, you knew it was because feelings for him had bloomed inside your heart.

You just gave him a warm, submissive look because, as always, words seemed to get stuck in your throat.

You both stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, looking at each other. Words weren't necessary at that moment, your gazes were more than enough to speak for both.

You slightly lowered your gaze to his lips they looked fluffy like a freshly sponge cake and pink like melting cotton candy, so fucking kissable. You thought.

And as if Sam could read your desires, finally leaving his fears behind, he lunged at you, pulling you closer and pressing his lips to yours in a soft and warm kiss.

The kiss was full of passion, but without becoming sexual, it was simply your souls melting together in a kiss you both had been waiting for a long time.

After slowly pulling apart, gasping slightly for air, your foreheads rested together, and you both laughed warmly.

"I'm crazy about you, dumbass."

Sam finally said with a slightly nervous laugh.

"Me too, Sammy."

Who would have thought, after ignoring and bottling up the feelings you had developed for each other over the years, you finally confessed, starting a new stage together.

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I love Sam with all my fucking heart man <3

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[skellseerwriting]

Where they love to kiss you Headcanons

Fields of Mistria Bachelors x Gn!Reader

(+Calderus & Olric!)

Content warning: none, all sfw and fluffy kisses here <3

Ryis:

Your hands. Literally anywhere on your hands

He’s a carpenter so he has a fond appreciation for all the wonderful things they can do, and is always mesmerized by all the hard work you manage to do with yours

bonus points for more calluses! Gotta keep that farm in tip top shape somehow :)

He’ll also give you plenty of kisses on the cheek. It’s his sweet way of saying hello. Whenever you feel his arm casually drape over your shoulder out of nowhere, expect it to happen

Hayden:

On top of your head

He’s a big guy ok. Chances are he’s taller than you and can easily kiss you there. If he’s not tall enough, then he settles for behind the ear or on the shoulder

basically anywhere he can reach when he gives you a big warm hug from behind + snuggling his face between your neck and shoulder

Like Ryis, he also loves kissing you on the cheek. Just a frequent form of affection along with some regular ol’ kisses

Balor:

The knuckles of your hand

may not seem too different from Ryis, but Balor does it very formally and very romantically, bowing at the waist and holding your hand while he kisses your knuckle

he loves to kiss your neck too. Especially if it makes you flustered

overall he’s just very passionate when he kisses you. Very methodical. He always seems to know what he’s doing and always seems to know exactly how it will make you react

Eiland:

on your forehead or nose

He’s very formal, despite liking to dig in the dirt, so he likes to keep things light when you’re out in public. Not a fan of pda except when it’s appropriate, like holding hands and the lighthearted face kisses <3

blushed really hard the first time you kissed him on the lips (this man couldn't initiate if his life depended on it) and he stutteringly compared it to a marble statue bust’s mouth

only lets you kiss him when you’re in private (though he secretly looks forward it)

March:

Hard to tell because he’s averse to kisses at first

you had to build up to affection by holding hands, and then it eventually evolved into him kissing your palm or your wrist (and he’s obviously blushing the whole time) but he doesn’t do it often

Even when he eventually works up to the point and the courage to kiss you square on the lips, he still gets deniably flustered about it so he rarely does it

when he does though, it’s during those rare, vulnerable moments, and you can rest assured knowing he’s putting all of his love and effort into it

Olric:

On the bicep 💪

He loves complimenting how strong you are or how strong you’ve gotten from your work on the farm, so he loves asking you to flex for him and then presses silly little kisses up your bicep in a form of praise

He may be extroverted, but he’s also a very sweet guy, so when it comes to your face he likes kissing the corner of your jaw

his second favorite part with that is then getting to quietly compliment or praise you in the ear about something he’s very proud of about you

Calderus: (either form)

On your horns you don’t have horns

dragons press “kisses” against each other’s horns as a sign of affection and trust, but since you don’t have any he settles for kissing your ears (or fake horns if you have them as cosmetics). With that knowledge, please please please kiss him on his horns

Due to cultural/anatomy differences, dragons just have different places that are normal to them to kiss

one such place is the back, but that’s hard to do from certain angles with you, so if you lay down on your stomach and let him pepper kisses on your spine and in between your shoulder blades he would absolutely love it

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[freyito]

ᴅᴀʟɴɪᴍꜝ ⨟ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ?

✭ pairing(s): balor, eiland, hayden, march, olric, ryis (seperate) x reader

✩ inspo: hayden and Dirt On My Boots by Jon Pardi during a very trying shift (boothill related fic incoming)

★ in which: you find out if he's any good at dancing.

✧ a/n: my people need me (my 1k tumblr followers) in these trying times (the american election) and i must provide (comfort fics that arent even in my queue)

✦ taglist: @shinysora, @garfieldb0t

🗒 cw: gn reader, just fluff, not proofread

✎ wc: 1.6k

⎯ Balor

If a charming young man like BALOR can’t dance, then he’s afraid he isn’t worth his salt. As a merchant, he needs to be relatively skilled in most, if not all fields. And dancing is one of them. Though he seldom uses anything but his pristine bargaining skills and his smooth talking, it’s good to know. At least, that’s what he tells himself. When you take over the old farm, however, he decides he needs to impress you in other ways aside from the oddities he brings back.

So, when he offers you his hand one night at the inn, who are you to say no? He’s treated you so kindly since you moved in (though, everyone has), and he’s been quite a help to you. Aside from that, you couldn’t help but feel like he was flirting with you as well. Not that you minded at all, he was quite handsome, and admittedly you fell for his charms.

When you take his hand, you can hear the kids gasp and whisper. Balor is smooth and fluid with his movements, spinning you around the little space you two had in the inn. His movement is something like a Viennese waltz, keeping you close as you two spin, making sure you don’t get too dizzy. You can’t help but feel flustered as it feels like everyone’s eyes are on you. Granted, it’s not every night they get to see Balor of all people dance.

⎯ Eiland

Being born into nobility, EILAND can dance quite well. That, paired with lessons from Elsie in the current day, help him become one of the best dancers in Mistria. The thing is, he only took an interest in dancing once more when you had taken over the old farm. He’s consistent and damn near princely, and finally, he decided to invite you to the manor to “spectate” on some of these lessons via letter. Don’t ask why his handwriting looks suspiciously like Elsie’s.

Still, you decide it’d be quite fun. Perhaps you could learn something yourself, no? It isn’t often you get invited to the Manor, especially to see such a grand display. You hope, at the very least. However, when you enter the Manor, Eiland seems very surprised to see you, only for a second. He completely masks his surprise with that friendly tone once more, welcoming you in almost hurriedly.

You take a seat and Elsie begins the session as Eiland’s partner, only for about three seconds, before she beckons you to take her place. You don’t even get to shake your head before she’s grabbed you by your hand and led you to the center of the hall. Neither of you get to protest before she’s urging you two to begin. Without a second thought, Eiland begins. To say you feel like royalty is an understatement, he spins you two around and dances with such grace that you feel as if you are in a ballroom, you can practically see yourself with him at some sort of gala. However, you can’t help but catch the deep blush dusting his cheeks. You avert your gaze for a second, simply so you don’t point it out. You yourself are already flustered enough, you’d rather not fan the flames of Eiland’s own embarrassment.

⎯ Hayden

While HAYDEN can dance, he’s not much for showing off his moves. While he’s not ashamed, his country style feels a bit out of place among people like Eiland and Ryis. That being said, not many people have seen Hayden dance. Most of the time, it’s in the morning when he’s cooking his breakfast, hyping himself up for the day. It’s nothing much, really, tapping his feet and whistling some tune to himself.

When you catch him early one morning, muttering his own song to himself, he doesn’t shy away. Why would he? He’s having fun, so why not join him? Before you can even question yourself, you’re taking his hand and he’s spinning you around to a steady beat only he understands. It involves a lot of swaying, some spinning, and little flares that make Hayden feel fancy. He likes to keep you close to his chest, which is enough to make you blush.

Regardless, it’s fun. It’s way too early in the morning for your mind to catch up with the fact, but your body moves with Hayden’s so easily. While you get a lot of time to yourself in between tending to your farm and the rest of the town’s requests, you rarely get moments as… quaint as this. It surely isn’t something you thought you’d start your day with, but it is welcomed nonetheless. There’s a sort of gentleness within his movements, the way he pulls you closer ever so subtly, that makes you swoon internally.

⎯ March

MARCH being… March, he knows how to dance. On his own. He takes it as an opportunity to be the best at yet another thing. If he wasn’t good at it, then who would he be? April? He can’t have that. He has to be the absolute best at it. Even if Eiland and Adeline grew up with proper dance lessons, even if Balor knows all the fancy stuff. March has gotta be the best. In town. So he says.

Problem is, he’s bad at dancing with a partner. He’s clumsy and miscalculated and tends to trip over your feet when he does so. He pouts and huffs and blushes, as if he’s impatient. He’s embarrassed, really. But he’s not going to tell you that. He talked himself up so much, practically told you he could dance like a king, and here he is fumbling like it’s the middle school dance. Don’t say a word, and he’ll spare you.

As awkward as he is as a dancing partner, he’s still kind of earnest about it. He’s never danced with someone else before, but he tries quite a lot to be all fancy and elegant like Eiland and Balor might be. While it started off as an attempt to impress you, it quickly turned into a mess of laughter. March let a soft chuckle slip, before quickly trying to cover it up with his tough guy facade, pouting and frowning as he acts like he’s more interested in the steps than you. Yet he continues to steal glances, which ultimately end up in him stumbling once more.

⎯ Olric

No. This man cannot dance. OLRIC cannot dance, what-so-ever. That doesn’t stop him from trying, of course. He has no need to be embarrassed if he’s having fun. Doesn’t matter if he comes off as a little goofy when Hemlock and Josephine end up in a duet on nights at the inn, he’s gonna dance and he’s gonna have fun. It’s infectious, really.

You can’t help but join. Either it’s the little bit of alcohol you had working its way to kill off your embarrassment, or simply the big ol’ smile Olric wears as he dances. Or perhaps it’s the fact that his insistent ‘c’mon, join me!’s have gotten to you. You don’t know! You don’t care! Maybe you two look like two fools on the floor, but you’re enjoying it as you try to mimic his moves. He really is horrible at dancing, even you have a hard time trying to move like him. So stiff and silly… it’s impossible to replicate.

Eventually, he pulls you into him by complete surprise. No warning, no nothing, now you're trapped between his strong arms and his chest as he sways to the beat. It’s oddly romantic, and it seems both Hemlock and Jo have shifted their tones to follow you and Olric’s dance. It feels like all eyes are on you by that time, as Olric hums slightly off-key and sways gently. You feel your cheeks heat up, either from embarrassment (which you thought you had thrown away at the start of the night), or from the fact that you’re just so very close to Olric.

⎯ Ryis

RYIS isn’t much of a dancer. At least, socially. He’s more than happy to sit and watch on rowdy nights at the Inn, despite his Uncle trying to get him to join in. He’s more of a romantic, really. Fancy balls and galas don’t stick with him as much as cozy nights do. So dancing in general isn’t something he had tried much. Even in the capital. Still, he knows how to, just not on the scale others might.

He gives it more thought when he catches you dancing along to a little bout Elsie started one night. He can’t deny that he’s a little enraptured, almost pulled to join you. But then again, he decides he can wait just a little and surprise you with something a little more intimate later on. Perhaps he’d write up a nice little invitation for you to join him by the lake, underneath the apple tree.

That letter comes in the next morning, and you are all too quick to meet him up. It’s a little embarrassing to admit that you ended up by the lake a little less than an hour earlier than when he had asked you to join him. However, when he finally joins you, a little flustered that he was ‘late’ to this date, he is quick to pull you into a somewhat grand spin. With a big smile on his face and a soft blush, he begins. It’s small, but lovely, swaying underneath the shade of the apple tree as he practically drowns you in all sorts of compliments and sweet nothings that he had kept to himself for this particular moment.

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I HAVE A REQUEST FOR ALL THE SMUT WRITERS, INVOLVING RODRICK HEFFLEY AND SAM MONROE!

I can’t stop thinking about these Rodrick and Sam edits. Can someone please make story with these two emos with the reader, I don’t know if it’s been done. But please I’m begging!!! Or if you know if it has been done please let me know :)

[fromdeathtomorning]

♡ ONCE UPON A DREAM

♡ SYNOPSIS. them as mythological beings... but what would they be— and what changes for you? 🤭

♡ STARRING. balor, march, hayden, ryis, eiland, caldarus

♡ CONTENT. mentions of violence, forced slavery and manipulation. modern au of sorts. not really accurate depictions of mythological beings. maybe mildly suggestive for some of them, but it's a big maybe.

♡ A/NOTE. idk I just really wanted to write balor as a fae and eiland as a siren

♡ BALOR... as a fae

♡ Balor is a very successful fae. He gets his hands on just about anything, and everything one could want through means unknown even to his fellow fae. It's easy to make humans think they're being given a gift, binding them to him until he no longer wants them.

♡ Really, it isn't even his fault. Your kind should know better by now, after so many decades of woven and spoken warnings.

♡ He's enchanted when you give him gifts instead. When you trade what he gives you for something else, a fair trade, or when you leave gifts like food or trinkets at the place you've made just for him.

♡ You're just too cute, leaving him so many things. Really, he is weak to things with a bit of sparkle to them. Oh, and he does love savroury treats like that. And when you take note of what he takes, and leave more of those?

♡ Knowing you pay so much attention to him.. He's never liked a human so much before. So he starts giving you little things too, leaving them around with notes of gifts. Makes sure you know they're gifts.

♡ He doesn't expect to like giving you things as much as he does. He adores watching the joy on your face when he gets something you really like, loves watching you place them around your house or enjoy them with a drink.

♡ He's sweet, in the ways a fae can be. He makes sure that his kin knows you're his, so nobody else can have you as he quietly shushes you when you try telling him your name. Don't you realize how precious a name is?

♡ He'd hate for you to forget him, to belong to someone else, so he'll steer you away from any harms with promises of luxury and gifts he knows you want. Just keep returning the favor, and he'll be content.

♡ CALDARUS... as a selkie

♡ Caldarus, not as a dragon, but as a selkie. You first find him as a seal, nursing him back to health from an attack he can't even remember. He's so grateful for your help, soothed by your gentle, loving hands.

♡ He can't get enough of it. He knows you have no clue who he is when he approaches you without his skin. But he can't get enough of your sweet voice, the way you smile at him, offer to get a coffee with him. He really likes you, and it isn't like he has anywhere else to be.

♡ When you recount the injured seal you helped a few weeks ago, he'll nod along like he wasn't there. Like it wasn't him youwere cradling and speaking so softly too. Would you do that again? If he told you? In this form, this time?

♡ You seem to run into him often, and with how much you see him, you can't help but wonder how you've missed him until now. It's only when you find him sickly, with his long hair draped in water that you realize.

♡ The seal skin you find close to the lake is lovely, but nowhere near as lovely as the flush on his face as he wraps the fur around your shoulders with a hum, leaning into your side, telling you how much he missed the warmth of your body against his.

♡ EILAND... as a siren

♡ Eiland, as a siren, who doesn't quite realize that he isn't the same as the other mermaids he lives with. He doesn't realize he's hurting humans when he pulls them beneath the water, thinks they've just found a new love for the water when they stay. He doesn't realize that they aren't following him because they want to when he sings, voice echoing across the deep cliffs of the shore.

♡ Eiland, who watches you walk across the sand of the shore as he sits in silence. He hears your voice echo weakly as you hum a song, that he tries to harmonize with from the rocky ledges in the water he stays on

♡ He's happy when you start making your way towards him and into the strong waves, having a new playmate after so much time stuck with his sister. He stops singing when you step on a piece of glass, as he watches you flinch and fall down as you try to get the glass out of your foot with a curse.

♡ He watches you with wide, curious eyes as you work, slowly swimming further towards the shore where you sit. Eiland, who dips down under the dark depths when you spot him with a strangled sound. He only pops back up when you call out for him, beaconing you closer.

♡ He'll inch up on the sand next to you, watching with fascination as you stretch your toes. He'll poke and ask more questions than you can reasonably answer. Still, he'll be grateful that you try to answer them.

♡ Eiland, who keeps meeting up with you every time you make your way down to the shore, eyes staring at you with wonder as you explain that humans can't breathe under water. And the next time he's pulling you towards the deeper waters, it's done with a hand carefully keeping you safe from the waves threatening to pull you under.

♡ HAYDEN... as a troll

♡ Hayden, whose grandmother recently passed, leaving him all alone with no one else. He knows it's bad luck for him to interact with trolls, but he hates the silence and there is only so much the forest animals can offer him.

♡ He'll approach a small farm with plenty of animals, hoping his own connection with the surrounding wildlife will help keep the humans from being afraid. The animals of the farm immediately flock to him, eager to follow him and search for food on him as he offers various nuts, fruits and berries to them.

♡ He'll give the most awkward smile when you step outside to figure out why your animals are all causing such a ruckus, and just stare at him. Trolls are known for mistreating and stealing from humans— why was one feeding your farm animals? Did he intend to take them?

♡ When he offers to help you around the farm in exchange for a meal a day, arguing about how he could handle all the heavy lifting and knew exactly what the animals liked, well... the offer is too good to pass up. No foxes or wolves would threaten your sheep and chickens with a troll standing guard, right?

♡ As your farm becomes more and more successful as Hayden spends more time with you, your neighboring farmers all ask what your secret is. But you can't really tell them that the secret is the huge troll who offers his services every time you let him spend dinner with you, can you?

♡ MARCH... as a vampire

♡ March working as a blacksmith for a vampire hunting guild. Only promise is that, he's, well, a vampire. He does it because he believes the last place a hunter would look for a vampire is in their own home. And well, why would a vampire work so closely with the very metal that would sear them to death at the lightest touch?

♡ He's established and well protected because the stupid humans around him all refuse to believe a vampire would ever be willing to craft weapons to kill other vampires. Hah, why wouldn't he? Vampires were territorial, this just made his job easier

♡ Well, if he doesn't count how hard it is to eat for him. He's constantly starving, and has a reputation for eating a lot. With so many hunters around, it's damn near impossible to find a meal that won't just have him killed. Which is why he never kills them; just takes enough for him to not go rampaging because of the hunger.

♡ You probably find him right at the end of it. You see him stepping back and helping the human sit down, passing them a box of juice and some kind of protein bar before you can step in. The whole situation is weird... as a hunter, you'd never thought a vampire could be good.

♡ March doesn't understand where your sudden fixation on him came from. Suddenly you're constantly stopping by to chat, and give him things, and everyone else is joking that you must have a crush on him. He thinks it's stupid, but after a while he grows... well, fond isn't the right term (it is) but he certainly doesn't mind anymore.

♡ And when you corner him, saying you've known about his nature the whole time and say if he needs, he can feed off of you... well, it does make his life much easier. And well, he can't deny that he likes the way you ask for it.

♡ RYIS... as a hamadryad

♡ Since his kind live in solitude, tied to their respective trees he's spent most of his life in solitude— he can't leave anyhow, dependent on his tree for life.

♡ Still, he's eager when the first humanoid person passes by for centuries— a stray human wanderer who didn't mean to go this deep into the woodlands Ryis lives in? He's happy to help you find your way out of the forest, and all you have to offer him is one of the small cookies you've brought with you.

♡ He doesn't really expect to see you ever again. Humans live such short lives, and the last time he saw one so deep must've been at least a hundred years ago. So when you do pop up, with a smile and a whole jar of cookies as a thank you, his heart is already beating more than it should.

♡ He's happy when it happens again, and again. You're the first friend he's ever had, and before he knows it he's already expecting your company. He's up with the sun, and waits for you until you visit.

♡ He might be more attached than he should be, but he thinks you're wonderful, and since you keep showing up with all these wonderful smiles, he's sure you don't mind.

[bajablastlover1]

the 90s-2000s were a superior time

[fomfarms]

Could I please please please ask for some romantic angst between Hayden or Balor and the Farmer? Like, denial of feelings, feeling that the farmer is too good for him, that sort of thing. Thank you in advance! 🥺

OH, EASY, BOTH OF THESE FUCKERS DENY THEIR FEELINGS, MOST DEF

or at least they try to

Hayden:

So see with Hayden, he's just convinced he's at the age where he's probably gonna spend the rest of his life alone

He doesn't want to

but circumstances be as they may-- he's not going to be away from the farm for long, if at all ever, and so he's limited to just the town for dating, there for pickings are a might slim-- he's sort of resigned to being alone

at least in that way

when you have this many friends, both animal and human, you're never really alone!

but when you breezed into town, he promised himself not to get too hopeful or too excited

you're here for your own reasons, not for him

not to mention you're your own person, regardless of if you become his spouse or not

he really is jumping straight to marriage at this point honestly

but okay, so he's gonna keep his wits about him and keep any hopeful romantics to a shimmer

but then he meets you, and all bets are off and he's kind of immediately smitten

still he's showing some restraint -- can't go banging on your door with a ring during week one just cause he doesn't wanna go to bed lonely

plus he barely knows you

but then he gets to know you

and he can't tell if he's just gone crazy, but you're honestly everything he's ever hoped for

and the more he knows, the harder he falls

but also the more he knows you, the more he feels like he can't just drag you down with him

you're a full person to him now, and that makes him love you all the more and also makes him think a 100th time about potentially ruining your life just cause he wants to hold your hand and wake up to you every morning

He doesn't think low of himself per say-- but he does see himself humbly

he's very proud of his farm and even prouder of his animals

but he doesn't think that all's going to just-- make you swoon or want to spend the rest of your life with him or whatever

so he's just quietly letting these feelings ride out on their own

he's flipping between hoping they die cause it hurts a little to pine so much

but at the same time, he's definitely in love with being in love

he tries to push the feelings down, but he can't help how his eyes linger on you when you go

or how your laugh brings him to life

or how seeing you just being yourself around town makes him fall a little more everytime

and he definitely can't help the dreams

they used to be more manageable but now they're basically every night

dreams about waking up to you

about watching the sky and animals together

dreams of living in domestic bliss

dreams of snuggling into bed with you

dreams of a few other ways to go to bed with you too...

he really tries to keep a reign on those ones... don't want his mind to be too indecent with someone he can't have

he's basically just walking around absolutely In Love with you but never feeling like he has the right to even try

even the urge to reach over and hold your hand is a right he doesn't feel he deserves

your affections will never be his to bask in

and your heart can never be his

even if his is yours and then some...

Balor: (slight spoilers for one of his heart events)

BRUH, HOMIE'S IN DENIAL ABOUT EVEN LIKING BEING IN THIS TOWN

he's SUPER in denial when he starts catching feelings for you

his smile will get extra bright when he sees you coming

he'll get a little pep in his step when he's on the way to talk business with you

he's even a little more excited to head back to Mistria cause he knows he'll get to see you

but he's not like--- in love or anything

haha whaaaat that's ridiculous

it's not like his thoughts of settling down in Mistria have doubled since you've started living here

and it's not like he's thought about starting a new life here with you

selling your crops and then coming home to your arms

and the rest of you *wink*

Hemlock and him have DEF had this exchange (YES IT'S THE DIPPER CLIP)

YES OKAY FINE HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU

SWOONING, PINING, ACTING LIKE THE FOOL HE IS LOVE WITH YOU!!

I mean of course he is!

You're just so perfect for him!

and he enjoys his time with you so much

and right as he was getting comfy in this town, looking at his new found buddy being so happy after settling down here

and right as he's starting to think maybe that wouldn't be such a terrible idea

then BAM! the fates drop you right into his lap!

YOU! A wonderful, fun, adventurous hard working little tumbleweed

who breezed into town also looking to settle down roots

and you were just the greased up cog this little town needed to really get humming

and wouldn't it be so darling and perfect of fate for you to be just the cog that Balor needs to also get his new life started

a new life in this lovely little town that he'd get to spend with his lovely you

but he also knows it'd be just like fate to drop such a perfection right before Balor and have it not work out for him

why, in all the lands, would you choose a round-about like him

A shady dude whose in and out of town on the regular who has a past you can't ask too much about

lest it change how you see him...

yeah-- sounds like perfect husband material...

if you were looking for an awful, shaky marriage that he'll almost undoubtedly RUIN

no

no, if he really loves you as much as he's convinced himself he doesn't

then the best thing for him to do is not subject you to being tied to him forever

even when he did try and hope that maybe this could be some kind of happily ever after he's always truly wanted but never actually dared to wish for cause of circumstances which are partially of his own doing

then, almost with perfectly fated timing, his past was back to haunt him

well if it wasn't the consequences of his actions poking his head out as a reminder why he doubted in the first place

still, he can't help it

the butterflies he gets around you

how happy you make him

how being around you, coming back to you every time he leaves

just really does feel like...

like your home...

but a rolling stone gathers no moss...

maybe it's time he stopped playing with dreams and finish what he came here for...

[anakinstwinklebunny]

CLAYTON BERESFORD HEADCANONS 💲

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

💲Clayton Beresford who didn't really trust you at all in the beginning (clear trust issues after Sam). When he started developing feelings for you, he'd be very distant with them. Not really sure how to react, he takes a break from seeing you to give himself time and understand what is going on with him. But after he concluded that he misses you and really likes you, he'd decide to talk to you about his feelings. Giving you a chance, but most importantly, giving himself a chance to love again

💲Clayton Beresford who takes things slow; trying to make sure you're not using him for money

💲Clayton Beresford who quickly becomes obsessed with you. He could just watch you do anything and his eyes would have this spark that only you could bring out

💲Clayton Beresford who loves to watch you get ready; whenever it's dressing up, doing makeup, he absolutely loves it. The way you got so focused on the task was so alluring for him; your narrowed brows, bit lower lip

💲Clayton Beresford who would help you put necklaces, not being able to stop himself from planting gentle kisses on your exposed neck

💲Clayton Beresford who obviously loves to spoil you in every way he could come up with. He'd buy you stuff that you're interested in; like jewellery, dresses, books you enjoy reading, etc. But he'd try his best to do gifts himself as well; in spare time or when he's taking a break from work he'd try to do some origami (his favorite is rose since his mother taught him how to do it when he was a kid) or would try to learn to cook different things for you, almost burning the kitchen since he's not the best chef

💲Clayton Beresford who's taking care of you especially when you're on your period. Would make sure you're all comfortable, have all things near you so you don't have to move too much, having in mind how painful cramps can get. He'd definitely snuggle up to you, pampering you with kisses while his hands carefully move over your body, trying to not cause any sharp pain. And if you'd have cravings he'd try to satisfy them too, even the weirdest ones

💲Clayton Beresford who's sometimes giving you his credit card, trusting you to not spend all of his money

💲Clayton Beresford who's always eager to watch your little fashion show in your new clothes you've bought

💲Clayton Beresford who can't help but give you a light smack on your butt whenever you bend down. Or just wraps his arms around your waist from behind to rest his chin on your shoulder, watching you do whatever you did

💲Clayton Beresford who has a habit to cook with you and get silly like little kids. Mostly you two would end up with flour on your cheeks and clothes

💲Clayton Beresford who seeks comfort from you, opening about his traumatic experience he had during the surgery. He'd often feel down as his mind drifts back to his mother. But to not be alone, he'd come to you. At first he'd just ask if he could hug you and when you'd give him permission to, he'd burry his face in your neck, savouring your scent that always managed to calm him down

💲Clayton Beresford who can't go out of bed without having at least five minutes of cuddles and morning talk with you or having a little love making; he'd mostly thrust into you from behind, groaning in his morning, raspy voice against your neck, kissing it softly;

💲Clayton Beresford who loves to show you off (only if you're comfortable with it). Will take you to different meetings and events, having his hand on your waist or lower back

💲Clayton Beresford who wants to make you happy everyday since you're making him the happiest he could ever be

💲Clayton Beresford who loves when you cuddle to him

💲Clayton Beresford who's work ends the first sec you walk into his office. Knowing that you're his best distraction

💲Clayton Beresford who's a soft dom;

"Fuck, I could stay in you for hours" he intensived his thrusts, making you moan even louder

"Mh-- can't more.. s'too much clay" you mewl, your eyes barely open from such an amazing feeling he was able to provide you

"C'mon sweetheart..you can take it, know you can.." he gasped out, his body trembling as he felt the first waves of pleasure coursing through him.

💲Clayton Beresford who can't keep his hands off you after he comes back from meetings/events that lasted few days;

his lips left kisses all over your neck as you felt his long fingers go down to brush against your already soaked panties. He stopped kissing you, making your cheeks burn in heat even more "You're so wet for me..." he broke the silence that made you hold your breath "such a needy girl, you've been waiting all day, huh?"

"Damn it... need to be inside of you more..." He moved his hips in an attempt to find a deeper angle. His hands moved down to squeeze your hips as he thrust harder, pushing against the tight muscles of your core

"Shit... can't hold back... you're so damn tight..." He clenched his teeth and continued to thrust to reach his peak and hopefully send you over the edge of your own ecstacy

💲Clayton Beresford who bends you over his desk, completely not caring about the papers that can fold or tear;

"Now, now..you're gonna be a good girl and keep your pretty mouth closed, hm? We don't want all my employees to hear how I'm gonna tear you apart, do we pretty girl?"

💲Clayton Beresford who takes his time with you. Even if he's a dom he wouldn't do something you don't want or don't feel comfortable with, since he sees sex as something both sides should enjoy/feel good with and not only one

"That's it baby, tell me how good it feels to have such a generous man inside of you." Clayton's lips curl into a breathless smirk as his thrusts become more deliberate yet rough as you mewl and moan in answer

💲Clayton Beresford who can't help but make love to you (that's a very polite way to call it) when you have a new dress on. There's just something about it that makes him go nuts; your face all twisted in pleasure when he fights the urge to rip the material off;

"You will like it even more when I rip it off," he groaned, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he reached out to feel the fabric between his slim fingers to tear the dress off your body. Causing a helpless whine leave your mouth while your hands tried to push his away. You liked this dress way too much to let him just rip it off like this

"Shh..it's just a dress..I'll buy you another one, the same..promise-- could even buy you more if you wanted"

(or when you beg him to get rid of the dress, too impatient at his long foreplay)

"Please clay...just--take it off.." you whine

"As you wish, sweetheart" he murmurs with a proud smile, pleasant how you've became such a mess underneath him so easily "But trust me when I say that once I've taken off every stitch of clothing from your gorgeous body, I won't be able to stop myself from taking you again and again..until you're nothing but a pretty little mess in my arms"

💲Clayton Beresford who slips his hands under your shirt whenever he's holding you from behind

💲Clayton Beresford who makes sure you understand your worth and see how special/beautiful you are

💲Clayton Beresford who will buy you gifts without the occasion

💲Clayton Beresford who loves the simple things you two do together that he had never done before. Like going grocery shopping (he'd look all around as if he had never seen a grocery shop before and in general would look lost and wouldn't leave your side), playing board games, going to the zoo, using a train (he'd look lost as hell)

💲Clayton Beresford who enjoyed spending time with your family since you had aunts, cousins, grandparents, etc. You just had everything he didn't have anymore and as much as it sometimes pained him, there was something calming to see you and other people from your family to interact in such close way

💲Clayton Beresford who loves how sweet you are. Always giving him kisses here and there, cuddling to him, giving him small gifts you did yourself or bought for him. Or just in general, cause he sees you as his special girl. How you've showed him the love he thought he won't ever experience again, gave him his happy ending- you're just his special, miracle girl he'd love forever

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[st4rreid]

real photo of hayden after he finds all the disgusting dreadful sinful things i’ve said i’m going to do to him