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late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it) wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part.

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest.

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort.

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement.

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts.

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world.

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall.

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better.

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did.

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft.

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier.

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it.

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare.

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa?

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal.

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope.

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response.

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell?

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy.

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread.

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back.

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm.

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man.

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him.

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach.

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?”

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.”

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind.

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck.

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence.

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.”

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin.

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought.

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?”

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roadkillremi · 8 months

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HEY!! i have rq!! would u be willing to write abt poly! ghostface (if u dont write for that then do stu) summoning a succubus reader (fem pls!!) to help with the killings or them doing the ritual out of boredom while drunk/high??? PLS AND TY!!

Omg! Yes!!!!! I did some quick research and i hope you like it!!

(if you don't know what a succubus is, think of Jennifer's body. )

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Poly!Billy and Stu x F!Succubus!Reader

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Summary : the ask above

Warning : MINORS DNI! "Demon ritual", mentions killing, underaged drinking, smut, p in V, unprotected, voyeurism, anal, creampie. characters are 18+

It was another night for Billy and Stu. They spent hours talking about girls and watching TV. They've both drunk any beer they could get their hands on. Stu was laughing at the TV even when it wasn't funny. Billy stared off into the distance as if he was distracted.

"Stu."

"hmm?" He glanced over wide eyed at Billy. Billy leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees.

"I saw this movie... Def by temptation..".

"here we go!" Stu laughed. Billy glared, "Have you heard of a succubus?". Stu shrugged, "Uh the demon girl? Like Lilith with Adam and eve??". Billy went silent, "My mom randomly takes the family to church okay?" Stu took a sip of his beer.

"Yeah okay. What if we tried to summon one?". Stu busted out laughing, "like that'd work!".

"Oh c'mon.. you're not scared..are ya?" Billy teased. Stu knitted his eyebrows, "No.". Billy smiled, "Where's your computer?".

"My dad's office." Stu said looking back at the tv. Billy stood up walking towards his dad's office. Stu looked over and jumped off the couch following him.

"So, we're actually doing this?" Stu asked. Billy kept walking opening the door to the office.

"Yes, Stu." Billy turned the computer on and sat in the office chair. Stu sighed leaning on the desk, "We gotta make this quick or my folks will be pissed about the computer bill.".

"calm down, Stuart." Billy grumbled as his typed quickly. Billy's eyes went wide, "Get chalk and five candles.". Billy signed off the internet and started writing on paper. Stu just stared, "Go!" Billy rushed. Stu left leaving Billy in the office alone.

Once Stu came back with what Billy asked , Billy had a pile of pillows in Stus room.

"What's this for?"

"Her.. it.." Billy took the chalk and drew a pentagram.

"light the candles." Billy muttered, Stu nodded lighting the candles. Billy placed them on the sides of the Pentagram. He then flipped up his hunting blade from his pocket. He sliced down his palm letting his blood hit the paper.

"Stu you gotta do it." Billy pushed the knife towards him. Stu sighed and cut his palm, "she better be hot.". Stu let his blood drip onto the paper.

"what now?" Stu asked looking at the paper.

"take off your clothes." Billy said as he took of his shirt. Stu smiled, "If you wanted to see me naked you could've just asked.". Billy rolled his eyes, he left his boxers on and sat down. Stu sat beside him and waited.

"So..." Stu whispered.

"shut up and relax dipshit." Billy mumbled. Stu nodded and tried to relax his body. Once the boys were fully relaxed the paper lit on fire turning into ashes. Stus eyes widen, "Did you..?" .

"No.." he whispered.

"Of course he didn't I did." You said softly. The boys jumped looking behind them. You smiled, you wore a small piece of black cloth covering your private bits.

"No fucking way..." Stu whispered. You smirked as you walked around his room.

"Was that beer laced?" Billy Whispered.

"I don't think so." Stu responded. You looked at them, "Billy.." you pointed at Billy.

"and Stu.. right?" You then pointed at Stu. The boys nodded, you grinned.

"So.. you boys are known as what the mortals call.. "Ghostface"?".

"How'd.. how'd you know?" Stu blurted. Billy elbowed him, you smiled and sat Infront of them.

"oh sweetie... I know everything.." you gently cup Stus face. Your fingers trail from his cheek to his chin. You smile and then look at Billy.

"Mm. You two don't know much about succubi do you?" You asked softly. They both shook their head.

"Well.. we live off of semen.. and in order for me to protect you we.. bond one might say." You got up again to study Stus room.

"then I'll help kill Sydney." You glance back at them. Stu nodded quickly, Billy just stared.

"How can we trust you?" He asked. You smiled walking towards him, you grabbed his chin making him look up at you.

"Oh Billy.. poor sweet Billy. It wasn't fair was it?... What they did to you. You were only 16 when you found out..". Billy didn't respond, you sat on your knees Infront of him leaning close.

"I won't abandon you.. all you gotta do is call.. and im there." You smile. Billy's eyes soften, "What if you're not?". You tilted your head, "I need you to survive.. both of you. What I need only.. you two can give me..". Billy smirked, "You have dark.. desires.." you whispered. You glanced at Stu, "And you.. you wanna.. be rough.. in way girls don't like.".

"So. The deal is I need semen to keep living. And you have that... Both of you. And i will help with your...chores.". You smile. The boys are silent, "Oh right. Both of you like being dominant.". You leaned back, "Don't be afraid.. I only bite if you want me to..".

Stu was the first to make a move, he leaned forward kissing you. You smiled and kissed him back, he slowly crawled on top of you. You laid back in the pile of pillows, he ran his hands all over your body. You glanced over at Billy who watched intensely.

"I think your friend likes watching you..." You whispered to Stu. He looked over at Billy and then smiled. He went back to kissing you and then your neck. Your head stayed to the side to watch Billy. He tilted his head slightly and leaned close to you.

"What exactly are you?.." Billy whispered. You smiled, "I'm the spawn of Satan herself.". Billy smirked and kissed you. Stu sat up looking down at you, "You're so.. sexy..". Billy also smiled down at you, he then leaned into Stu giving him a kiss. Stus hands slid up your body pushing the fabric up. The two boys stared down in amazement.

"What? I know you two aren't virgins." You smiled. Stus mouth was open slightly as he observed your body. Billy smirked and gently touched your thigh. You smiled as you felt the cold blade bump into your thigh. Billy balanced this blade away from you and watched Stu. Stus fingers slid through your folds.

"Whoa.." he took his fingers out showing how shiny they were. Billy smiled before sucking on Stus fingers. Stu laughed softly, you leaned on your elbows observing them. Billy looked over at you, "Can we tie you up?". You raised your eyebrow, "You can tie my wrists." You offered. He nodded grabbing something to tie them with. He went behind you tying your wrists together. He smiled to himself observing you.

"This is.. unreal.." he whispered. You smiled at him, "Well I'm real so get used to it.". Stu quickly shoved his member in you without warning. Your body jolted and you let out a moan.

"She so fucking wet." Stu moaned out. Billy smirked watching Stu push your thighs close to your head. He held onto them for support as he thrust himself. Billy made you look up at him, "Do you like him fucking you?". You smiled, "Mhm.. best sex I've had in years..".

"oh just you wait.." Billy leaned down to kiss you. Stu continued to pound himself into you abusing your pussy. His head hung low, "Shit!" He shouted. Billy looked over at him, "What?".

"I'm gonna come.. already.." he breathed heavily. You smiled, "Come inside me, baby.. I need you too so bad.". Stu moaned continuing to move forward until he released. His body collapsed on top of you, his head laid on your chest.

"That's the fastest I've ever came..." he whispered. You smirked, "I am a succubus." You reminded him. Billy looked down at Stu, "What if.. we both had her at once..". Stus eyes lit up, "I call ass.". Billy rolled his eyes and moved himself from behind you.

"Get up." He demanded Stu. Stu sat up taking himself out of you. Billy laid down, "Help her onto me..". Stu grabbed your arms and helped you get on top of him. You gently yanked your wrists seeing if you could get out of them. You couldn't.

Billy brought his member into your core as you sunk down. He grunted, "Shit..". Stu smiled widely pushing your body down. He spread your ass as he entered into you. He leaned back and grabbed your tied wrists as leverage.

"I gotta say... I never took two at once.." you admitted. Billy smiled at you, "Here that, Stu? We're her first threesome.". Stu laughs softly, "That's even better.". Billy began to thrust up matching Stus rhythm. Your face was buried into his neck softly moaning.

They continued to use your body for long lengths of time. They collectively came inside of your holes leaving them oozing with their come. You'd whine telling them it was getting to be too much at once. Billy laughed, "Can't handle us?".

You shook your head, "No.." you whined. He chuckled, "Aw.. she's so fucked out of it..". Stu laughed, "She tired from her holes being filled constantly. Did men from the past not fill you up this good?". You shook your head no, they two men laughed.

They untied your wrists and laid you down on the bed. Billy looked over at you, "When will we see you again.".

"Whenever you need me to kill someone..." you whisper. He nods, "Okay..".

"What if.. we miss you?" Stu adds in. You smiled, "Then I'll show up.". The two men nodded, you fluttered your eyes closed disappearing from the bed.

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suguruplsr · 3 months

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Can we please get a Suguru × overworked Waitress reader? It can be fluff, maybe light angst from the reader, I'm all for the spice/smut as well 🩵🩵🩵

(btw you're one of my favorite writers on here, pls never stop🩷)

Let Me Do It

,, x fem! reader , fluff + light angst + suggestive ending? <3

note: ty nonnie, that makes me so happy to hear. i try my best babes <333

divider @/chachachannah

Friday, 9:05 PM • [suguru] to [you]: u off right abt now? picking u up today.

Friday, 9:10 PM • [you] to [suguru]: mhm, getting my things. i’ll bring u that frappe you like <3

you smile at the incoming message of suguru letting you know he’s on his way, thanking you for the drink. you double check your things, putting them next to each other before walking out of the break room.

the usually bustling cafe was hushed, the lo-fi music in the background playing more clearly without voices over it. the few coworkers leaving gave you their goodbyes as you head to the kitchen, starting on the mocha frappe suguru would regularly ask for in the drive-thru. humming the tune of the song in your earbud, you consider grabbing an extra drink or making a bag of food for yourself.

unfortunately, while in a time limit and a body that desperately needs to lay down, your indecisive mind convinces you to grab a donut, and quickly fry a medium sized pack of fries. an odd choice sure. but you recently got off your period, let a girl live.

your phone buzzes in your back pocket as you pack up the food items. with a small pep in your step, you head to the break room, catching your manager. “[name]! just the one i was looking for— i just wanted to thank you for taking extra hours this week, i was hoping if you could do it again next? you’ll be compensated greatly.” she smiles as if she couldn’t see the visible signs of tiredness upon your face.

your stomach turns disgustingly from the sight of her uncanny expression. you’re finally about to experience your two days off on the weekend, after multiple tiring days that rank from you waking up at dawn, working morning to night. “uh, im not entirely sure. i’ll call you before monday.” you don’t have the heart to tell her no, even if you know you’re teetering on the line of total exhaustion. you manager grins, clapping her hands together, “thank you so much! i’ll be waiting for that call. have a good day [name]!” you mutter a ‘you too’ as she disappears to her office, dread filling your body.

you know, once you try saying no, she’s gonna tell all the things as last time. about how business is harder after she fired some workers, or how much she could really use your help. all the same manipulation that makes your weak heart endure work tirelessly.

you shake your head, remembering that suguru was probably outside by now, considering the periodic buzz of your phone, and settling your things in your large work bag. which was basically a big purse, it’s been pretty helpful since you started bringing bags of food home. deciding that you don’t want a mocha mess in your purse, you carry the drink to the black BMW just outside of the establishment.

you see suguru leaning on the vehicle, his expression softening once he sees you, his arms opening invitingly, “hey baby.” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you when you move eagerly into his hold, just needing to feel him. and his warm embrace quells all of the distress in you. you let out a deep sigh, body melting like jelly and turning your head to kiss his throat. “hi..” you whisper, “hi.” suguru smiles, looking down at you.

but your stomach turns when his lips form into a frown, eyebrows furrowed, “get in the car f’me.” he speaks in a hushed tone, kissing your forehead and walking with you to the passenger door, opening it for you. you get settled into the car once he closes the door, smelling the aroma of roses coming from the rose thorn air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror.

suguru turns his head to you after slowing down at the red light, just a few blocks away from home. you’re laid back with your eyes closed. and his eyes find the places on your body that signify your terrible exhaustion. like the eye bags you hate so much. hair more unkempt than how you like it, mainly because you’ve kept it in one style most of the week. or how you haven’t had time to wear any of the pieces of jewelry you love so much.

he can’t help but feel discomfort tingle in him as he thinks about the off handed comments you’ve mentioned about your manager for the past few weeks. all mostly with a roll of your eyes, or a sorry smile because of the extra hours you put in. it all makes suguru consider grabbing that phone of yours and giving her a piece of his mind.

but the small sounds of your snores bring an unconscious smile to his face, pressing on the gas.

you awake to your head hitting one of the uncomfortable pillows on your couch, body secured in suguru’s hold as he lays you on the couch. “hm?” you groan, blinking your eyes in confusion as suguru smiles down at you, “gonna go get your stuff from the car, i made dinner earlier, it’s on the stove.” your hearts warms from his words, a dreamy sigh barely leaving your lips as he parts from you with one of his forehead kisses, your favorite.

once he’s slipping out the front door, you stretch with a yawn, smelling a lingering scent of one of the many incense he owns, mixed with the smell of your favorite food. as you’re fixing your plates, you hear the front door close, footsteps moving throughout the house before heading towards you, and the sound of your lover slurping his drink begins to get loud. seconds later, arms wrap around you, a half empty drink in his hand, “have i ever told you how much i love you?” suguru kisses your neck, a strong whiff of mocha within his breath.

you cringe with a giggle hidden in your voice, “mmm, i dunno. i’m sure you love that frappe. considering it’s gone after..how long? three minutes?” you chuckle, putting down the utensil used to set the food on the plates, and laying your head onto his shoulder while he begins to pepper kisses around your face. “s’too good baby. but go sit down, let me finish this for you. bag’s in the room..” suguru gives you a firm little squeeze on your waist, taking away the plate in your hand and stepping back to let you escape his hold.

you allow him to take control, raising a brow at his catering. “is something wrong?” you question with a tilt of your head watching as he moves swiftly around the kitchen. you only gain his silence for a few moments, admiring the black graphic tee that his muscles would flex through every now and then, long hair swaying. you love seeing that slightly annoyed expression of his whenever his bang gets in his way. and you know it won’t be long until he’s asking you to trim it for him.

“well.. you seem more tired recently. and of course, i love seeing you work hard. but i just don’t want you touching a single thing when you’re home, you do too much at work already. just let me make your life a bit easier baby..” suguru sighs, eyes holding his grimace. bothered from the mere thought of you overworking yourself, just saying it is hard enough for him. as he goes to grab some silverware, facing you, he’s greeted with the sight of you silently crying, hurriedly wiping your eyes as he quickly moves over to you.

“s-sorry. you just —“ you hiccup, trying to gulp down the heavy feeling in your throat as suguru pulls you into a heartfelt hug that only makes you break down more, wrapping your arms right around his neck. “you don’t have to talk.” his whispers, “but i want you to know how much i appreciate you, i really needed this.” you mumble, sighing in content as he lifts you up, meeting your gaze with a boyish smile, despite your wet crying face, and pecking your lips.

“yea?”

“yeah..”

“wanna tell me about it?”

“not yet.. in the morning.”

suguru hums in acknowledgement, walking towards your bedroom door as you hold his face dearly, kissing around his lips before giving him a long deep kiss. “god.. you don’t know how much i love you..” and he huffs against your lips, rolling his eyes with a grin that sticks to his face, cheeks hurting. “i’m pretty sure you can show me another time. all about you t’night baby..”

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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can i just request tickle headcanons of any twst boys of your choosing pls and ty!

may I have your attention?

Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

Synopsis: Your lover isn't paying attention to you, so what better way to get their attention than a tickle attack?

Tags: tickling, fluff, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: This is my first ask, I'm so excited!!! Thanks for asking <3

Part 2 ✧ Masterlist

ticklish rating: 7/10

was probably studying when you attacked him

full on yelps like "what are yo- aHAHAHAHA"

you’re lucky he’s not in public or else he’ll get mad, probably collaring any witnesses

he wants to be mad but he can’t get mad at you

especially when your laugh is so cute

also feels kinda bad for yelling at you, even if it was just a bit

is kinda happy you wanted his attention

but please do it in other ways

please never tickle him in public, he’d be so embarrassed

be sure to comfort him with cuddles and kisses, instant forgiveness

he’ll be blushing so hard you’ll worry about his heart rate

but it’s okay he really enjoys it

"What was that for?!" he demanded, feeling extremely vulnerable. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was in disarray. You took in his dishevelled appearance eagerly; it’s not always you see the strict Heartslaybul Dorm Leader in such a state.

"You... wanted my attention?" Riddle shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite place. He knew he should be angry at you for breaking his concentration, but a part of him couldn't help but gleam at your affection.

"Sorry, my Rose. I just...I don't like being caught off guard like that," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Shall we take a break? I bought some new tea leaves that we can share together."

ticklish rating: 4/10

see this man isn’t ticklish

except for his ears

probably sleeping in the botanical garden as always when you attack him

immediately squirms and flinches away, hissing like a cat

he’s glaring at you and he’s so caught off guard

"Oi, why the hell d’ya do that herbivore?"

he’s mad at you now

couldn’t you have woken him up from his nap normally

grumbles and complains, but his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you into his embrace

well your punishment is to sleep with him now

you can’t see it because he’s hugging you so tightly but he’s smiling into your hair

Leona scowled, "I'm not a cat, and it's not cute. That wasn't funny," he grumbled, his glare is so intense anyone would start trembling and apologising, but it’s you and you know he’s not being completely serious.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he huffed, "You’ve got some nerve toyin’ with a lion." With that, Leona lunged at you without warning, trapping you in his arms and holding them tightly. "This is your punishment. Now, stop wigglin’."

As you give up and start to relax into his hold, he attacks your sensitive spots as revenge, delighting in your flushed face and gasps for air.

"Heh. What's not fair?" he teased. "I thought you liked tickling."

ticklish rating: 8/10

resident octopus is sensitive to touch since he always has his gloves on

he’s sitting in his office working at the contracts some poor unfortunate soul signed

too concentrated to notice you getting closer

he gets so flustered "w-where are you touching???"

you swear his glasses got foggy

tries to look unaffected because he wants to save face

but he’s squirming and shivering until eventually he’ll burst out laughing

and while you’re cheering in victory he’s pouting

he’s so embarrassed you saw that ungentlemanly side

snuggle him and give him kisses and he’ll cheer right up

don’t let the twins see him like this, or else your man’s gonna be short staffed every time they blackmail him with this information

since that tickling session, he’ll be more careful than ever, always on the lookout for any attacks

"Okay, okay, you win!" he gasped between laughs, his glasses crooked. "I'll take a break."

Azul turned in his chair to face you, still catching his breath, his cheeks flushed , "I can't believe you just did that." His eyes were swirling with confusion and disbelief, as if you had betrayed him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're impossible," he said, reaching out to pull you close. "But I suppose I can spare a few minutes to talk about my latest plans."

ticklish rating: 10/10

he’s super sensitive to tickling

he’ll be spacing out on a study date

and once your attack begins, it’s full-on cackling, like "AHAHAHAHA sto-"

he’s a giggling mess, wriggling all around trying to inch away

but you’re persistent and by the time you stopped he’s panting and his sides are still tingling, even his turban has come loose

he pouts a bit after, but he melts instantly when you hug him

how can he stay mad at you?

smiles so widely and snuggles closer

what? you tickled him to get his attention?

rest assured his attention is fully on you now, he’s physically attached to you at this point

you better help him retie his turban, or else jamil’s got more work to do

jamil just stares at you two in disapproval; idiots

Kalim laughed and shook his head. "You could have just called my name, you know. But, I have to admit, that was pretty effective, ahaha!" he said, still chuckling.

Kalim wrapped an arm around you and leaned in for a kiss. "You're always on my mind, even when I'm distracted," he said, grinning. "Even if you are a tickle monster, haha!"

"Hey, do you wanna go on a magic carpet ride?," he said, eyes wide full of excitement.

ticklish rating: 6/10

he’s not that sensitive, and he can pretend pretty well to be unaffected

he’s super focused when he’s applying makeup

he laughs a little but his scolds you half-heartedly, "Stop it, darling!"

if you persist, he’ll continue squirming and lets out more laughs

he’s a bit upset you’ve messed up his appearance

but he secretly enjoyed you vying for his attention

turns back to the mirror, makes sure there are no creases or any imperfections

once he’s sure he looks perfect he turns his attention to you

scolds you lightly for disturbing his work of art

but once that’s over he’ll be teasing you about how you couldn’t keep your hands off him

hugs you and tickles you for a bit

when he pulls away, he taps your nose teasingly, promising revenge later

Vil tried to regain his composure, straightening out his clothes and checking his makeup. "You know, laughing can cause wrinkles and ruin my makeup by making creases," he scolded you, still trying to look regal.

Vil huffed at your compliment and stood up to admire himself in the mirror. "Of course I’m beautiful, I suppose you have a point," he said, grinning at his reflection. "Flattery will get you nowhere, however." Vil said, as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I’m simply extenuating my features."

"You know I love you, right?" he said with a soft smile as he turned to give his lover a kiss. "I’m sorry I don’t always have time for you."

ticklish rating: 9/10

he’s not used to people, he’s extremely ticklish

he’s busy trying to beat a new rage game, mumbling curses every once in a while

you take him off guard completely, he lets out a burst of laughter and snorts

he tried to squirm away but to no avail

"OMG, stop! I can't breathe. You're like a raid boss with that tickling!"

his hair is flickering wildly like a flame in the wind

he’s left gasping for air in your arms

honestly your distraction really cheered him up

that stupid game was getting on his nerves way too much

melts into your hug and nuzzles into your neck

you’re his recharge station now

eventually he’ll get back to the game, determined to be one of the firsts to beat it, relishing any opportunity to show off to you

please never tickle this man in public, his poor heart would burst

"LOL, you're really getting me with those tickle combos. I think I need a potion to recover," Idia joked.

"You totally caught me off-guard; it was like a sneak attack. Maybe I should level up my tickle defense skills." He rolled his eyes playfully.

Idia grinned into your embrace. "You’re like, a pro at cheering people up. It's like your superpower or something." He nuzzles into you more.

ticklish rating: 2/10

okay hear me out; he’s a dragon, they’re reptiles, they have tough skin, he’s definitely not ticklish

he’s completely immersed in a book about gargoyles

so you try to get his attention through tickling

unfortunately, he’s not affected like you had hoped

"Child of man, what are you trying to do" with bewildered expression on his face

Okay that plan failed

well, there are of course other ways to make him squirm

so you leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek

leaning back, you took in the sight of his dazed eyes, flushed cheeks and surprised expression

congratulations, you’ve succeeded in making the great Malleus Draconia speechless

once he’s regained his senses, he’s like a puppy dog leaning in for your touch

give him more kisses and he’ll be a good dragon boi, ready to lay the world at your feet

Malleus looks at you, his expression slightly confused. "Tickle?" he repeated, as if he didn't understand the concept. "I don't think I understand," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.

Malleus reaches out and takes your hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "You don't have to tickle me to make me gain my attention, Child of Man. You’re always on my mind," he said, his voice sincere.

"I may not be ticklish, but you still manage to fluster me," he said, his voice low and husky. Malleus looked at them with a small smile on his face, "How curious. I find myself longing for your touch."

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★ 📝 — notes: One last writing like this before October lol. I rlly liked this idea but I don't think I did it justice 😞

Anyways, I think this is one of my better writings and this can be read as platonic or romantic, no romantic advances are made.

— word count: 542 , fandom: genshin impact , cw: none — ✦

" Letting Neuvillette Ramble to You About Water Tasting "

You and Neuvillettes relationship was interesting. Neither of you really acknowledged you were close, but you talked about different topics together in his office when he was able to. Today was no different.

You were sitting on one of the blue couches as Neuvillette sat at his desk. He held an interesting looking cup and swirled the contents inside it, like usual when you saw him with the cup. He took a sip before you inquired something to him. "Monsieur Neuvillette, I see you drink from that cup when you're seemingly thirsty, what do you have in said cup?" You ask, leaning back on the couch and crossing your arms as you look at Neuvillette, tone curious as you quirked an eyebrow. He hums as he sets the glass down and answers after he drinks the liquid in the cup.

"I have water in the cup, why do you ask?" He replies, looking over to you with his typical stoic face. You shrug.

"I'm just curious as to why you have such a fancy cup for water, and didn't want to assume you drank wine," you answer. "What is the reason, by the way?" You added.

"I like to drink the water of different regions, they all have different tastes if you savor the flavor of them. This particular one is from Inazumian waters, would you like to try it?" Neuvillette asks, looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his silver, dragonic eyes. You nod without much thought and get up from the couch, walking over to Neuvillettes desk. You look at the cup and back at Neuvillette, silently asking permission even though he recommended the idea. He nodded, and you took the cup gently in your hand. You look into the water, seeing your reflection in the ripples and you take a sip. After a moment, you set the cup down after you swallow the water, sighing afterwards.

"I don't exactly taste anything different, Monsieur Neuvillette, other than maybe a slight difference," you say bashfully, crossing your arms with a slight smile. Neuvillette nods.

"As suspected, the Traveler and Paimon said the same," he says, taking the cup back and drinking the rest of the water. He starts to talk about the differences of the water's taste from all 7 of the different regions. You decide to let him talk and lean on his desk slightly, listening intently and trying to understand to the best of your abilities and nodding along as he explains.

He talks for about half an hour before his rambling comes to an end and lands his eyes on yours. He clears his throat before speaking. "My apologies, [name], I did not realize I may have talked a little much about this topic," Neuvillette apologizes. You let out a breath of laughter and wave a dismissive hand.

"It's quite alright, Monsieur Neuvillette, you were simply explaining things to me, explaining your hobby," you answer. Neuvillette sighs.

"Still, I apologize," he says.

After a moment, Sedene came in to inform Neuvillette of an upcoming case, saying hello to you when she saw you. As you say goodbye to the Melusine and the Iudex, you're finally realizing that maybe you and Neuvillette are closer than you two realize. ✧

🌊 ★ — © nervocat || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost or translate my works anywhere, ty — ✦ 📖

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qvrcll · 10 months

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Hii. I just saw your works and I really love the writing<3. Anyways i saw ur taking requests and i really have one in mind.

So like vendetta leon was some sort of a mission (like something similar to the movie) and he Heard the virus had broken out to the city and the only thing he can think is the reader (I'd really love for the reader (which is a retired agent, to be preggy😭). Then he like straightly went to their house (or apartment) and the zombies have already broken inside.

(no angst pls my heart is too poor to handle angst 😭)

cherry waves

summary: with your retirement from the source of his burden’s and the arrival of your pregnancy, leon almost swears that things will be alright. but worrying intel from hunnigan and the affliction of his worst fears make things worse. make things bloody and gashed with the ultimatum of death — and the one thing on his mind? you.

warning: written with vendetta ! leon in mind, violence, afab reader, use of gun, mention of vomit, intense imagery of death / zombie bites, mention of pregnancy, angst (but happy ending), implication of smut (nothing happens :P)

a/n: firstly, ty so much for ur interest for my works! it always makes me so happy ppl like what i write 🥹 secondly, WOW, i loved this plotline and couldn’t wait to get writing it! thank you so much for requesting this because i had a great time writing it (anything exploring leon’s worst fears is an immediate yes from me!) i hope i did your prompt justice and hope you enjoy :-)

It would start with a mission, something so insanely emblematic in its own course that it made Leon scoff sourly.

Of course they would do this — do this to him, to you, try to rope him back into a hell he had once wished to depart for entirely. You’d done it, excavating all wounds and ties to that little milky tinctured office corner and a chock-full of folders, of late night runs to diners and the semblance of sentience. Leon had admired you, held you in high regard and shunned any and all faces that had locked horns with your decision, dragging them through filth and dirt and nothing but the crud of his hate and the spew of his regrets.

And after you’d promised the two of you this peace, this little hole of your own created in the cataclysmic remnants of what once was, in a tiny apartment stocked away into the city curtained with the foolish promises of a forgotten past, Leon had sworn that it had worked. Had been cut from an entirely different cloth, and woven into something… away from this hell.

But it’s always something other than peace in the end.

And when he’s on his own, cornered against a wall with little to no care for anything lavish, just the bile wedged in his throat from the coalescing pools of worry in his stomach, he tries to think of you.

“Leon, your slippers…” you’d called out from the living room, in his memory, voice soaked with little to no empathy. He’d mumbled something incoherent back, something unintelligible, that had sufficed for a few minutes before you’d thrown a shirt over his head. An injunction, he was sure it was, to his constant habit of doing away with his clothes in the wrong places. Next thing he knows, he was being smothered by your weight as your voice rung clear, a ring of indolence grating your voice, “Leave your shirt on the floor and I swear to god, Leon S. Kennedy—“

“Okay, okay, I promise—“ he’d chuckled, collecting you and your squeals in his broad arms, entrapping you into the planate sheets of the bed he’d laid in since the morning began, “I’ll be mindful of where I keep my shirts. Kiss me?”

And your resistance, your throes of faux fury, the crooning semblance of your squeals and laughter had dissolved into a stimulant, a drug for him to swallow wearily whilst his back was met against some other unfamiliar surface.

He holds his breath. Strengthens his feet against the bounding hard-wood floors as an outburst of flitting groans, cold and doggone with the smell, a reminder of 1998, sound out from beyond the foyer of the abandoned building. And he’s accustomed to the feel of blood between his teeth — god, he’s done this in repeated intervals before, so why did it begin to feel too pervasive in this moment?

His heart clamours in his chest.

His skin bursts with a sheen of cold sweat.

His teeth clatter with a fear he’d known all too well, for a time too long.

So why?

So he rephrases, rewrites this fear in him into something of a catalyst — he thinks of you again.

He thinks of your smell and your smile, your tears and the strength you’d accumulated when you had grinned goodbye to this shit hole. He thinks of your nails digging lines of red against his back, the rows that escaped you when he’d had you pressed against the mattress. He thinks of the day you’d staggered up to him, eyes rimmed with a similar shade as the vermillion he’d worn to some masquerade themed drivel (in the name of work), calling for him like you’d been bitten by the dark, searched for his face in the light — “Leon… Leon, I think I’m pregnant,” and he’d kissed you raw, kissed you like he fought, kissed you through the burn and edge of his tears cracking into the press of your mouths as he had felt grounded for once in his pathetic, penurious life.

He uses that, the glint of that vision, that new beginning, the shade of hope that came as you, to shape an opening — he aims his revolver at a blindsided corpse. Fires a crisp blow at a groaning zombie. Kicks, buckles and flanks against two more and advances with the burn of your memory in his mind.

It’s nearly ten minutes since he’s been stationed into the rubble of the desiccated building and Leon’s throat itches with a certain worry.

How were you? Did you need anything whilst at home? Did you think of him? Did you crave something demonically new? Did your feet hurt, like it often did following your pregnancy? Did you rest enough? Were you up, staring at the crescents and spoons of white dotting the sky, like he was?

And Leon nearly trips, nearly kisses the ground from thinking of you — but he needs to. Needs to allow himself this grace to make sure he’d not shoot himself, surely. Needs the image of your face to bless every corner of his mind so he’d remember what it felt to love you thoroughly, fully, to the point of death and damnation. Needs to feel you, if even in his mind, if even for a second too faltering, if it meant he could mow down another zombie.

“Leon? Leon!”

He cringes, retreats to a gap in the wall as he presses his headset into his ear — Hunnigan.

“Hunnigan?” he whispers, throws his voice to a lower sonority than before, so that he can hear her better. So that the clatter, the dash of undead a few feet up ahead, cannot pick up on his bearings.

He hears a cut from the other end, before the agent’s familiar voice cracks through, “Leon, there’s been new intel.”

He frowns. This can’t be good, if she’s already using his first name instead of a roster of aliases. Still, he needed to figure it out. Keep a locale on his bearings.

“New intel? Go on…” he breathes softly. He picks up the press of footsteps up ahead and smothers further into the tight bite of the space, wincing when his muscles flout back at him with an ounce of pain.

“There’s been reports of a zombie intrusion in the city,” Hunnigan starts, and Leon stops, “and there have been increasing hoards against buildings and apartments.”

And he drops.

His feet move, on pure muscle. On pure fear. On the cut-throat and persistent emotion that is love, of you, of the memory of you, of the promise he’d made and of the shattering grip of his life, as he books it out of there. Hunnigan continues, gathers something about altitude and choppers. Of gunfire and backup. Of something more, but Leon can’t tell.

To Leon, his mouth is already bleeding and his body is already teeming with wounds, with the futility of scars and the loom of death, when he pictures those sick, dead bastards at your door.

Why did he accept this stupid job?

Why didn’t he follow in your footsteps?

Why didn’t he stay?

And as he beats the ground with louder noises, attracts a few undead with the heave of his groans as he breaks for home, for your apartment, he can lay a hand over his chest and feel his heart attempting to splinter into knots as he runs.

He thinks of you, again. He thinks of your smile and the smell of rot. He thinks of your smell and the curl of lips and the gash against your hip. He thinks of your odd habits, your huff, your laughter. He thinks of your body stapled to the floor, marked with messily biten flesh and an aspersion of blood on the counter. On the floor. On your face.

And you and you dead and you dying and you growling and you—

“Fuck!”

Leon chokes, his throat jammed with pathetic cries. His eyes glisten and shed, but he quickly finds himself recanted in front of that familiar apartment, front so idyllic, it was burnt straight from his memory. His skin melts with sweat, with pin pricks and with the threat of throwing up right there, but he soldiers through.

At first, it’s hard. It’s hard to breathe, hard to see past his tears. It’s hard to get a clear grip on his weapon and it’s hard to blur out the mess of their groans, their staggering enumeration. But he finds some messy middle ground, grounds his feet and staples his teeth and shoots against brassy flesh, against bone and blood, barely cares for the splatter of blood against his lip, his chin, his hair.

All he cares is for you to be standing there, as you as you could ever be. As safe, as teeming with hope and the glimmer of tomorrow as you ever were, welcoming him home.

But he’s half delirious, half fucked for thought, as he makes it up the staircase with difficulty. He wants to delude himself and wants to believe the lies he’s almost weaving in his head. But the truth is vibrant, unpleasant as the verdant decay of flesh that hordes your apartment floor.

And he nearly throws up.

Your door is open, three zombies freshly approaching the crack of it. Their heads jitter and steer in the limelight, and Leon nearly breaks, but holds the pieces of himself as he shoots through their corroding skulls.

He shouts your name first, then chokes with grief at the sight of blood — and the image of you dead and dying and —

And he’s trying, yes, he’s trying, as he stumbles through the threshold with his gun quivering in his hold. And yes he’s breathing, but only so little, as he eyes the count of flesh against the tile of your living room. And yes he’s standing, but nearly crumbles with the thought of a repeat. Of a sequence to his worst fears.

“Leon!”

The scream gushes from the bedroom and his heart teems with that familiar feeling, slow but sure, of hope. Of love. He silently cries as he makes a run for your shared bedroom — his calloused palm harshly swings apart the door and sees you cornered atop the bed, bashing the head of a zombie in. It’s managed to corner you far up the bed, but you’re sour with spit and curses as you try to throw it off — but the undead prove to be a challenge.

And yet, Leon is a worse piece of work.

With his shot gun aimed at its head, the zombie flattens to the floor with an animated thud.

And then there’s silence. There’s a heave from you, as you gather your surroundings and make use of something solid to determine Leon actually there — actually standing in the stretch of your bedroom as he looks back at you, face bristling with blood and carnage. With tears.

And with time, comes semblance.

You dart towards him, worry in your hands when you gather him in your palms like life itself — “Fuck—Fuck, I was so worried. Fuck, Leon, are you okay?”

“I’m okay, sweetheart, I’m okay—are you?” he inquires, rushes for thought as he presses a hand into your side, your face and your back. Tries and thrives with the effort of remembering your warmth through his fingers — collected here, in the bloody mess of your apartment.

And you’re breathing and you’re alive and you’re smiling and you’re holding love in your hands when you cry into his arms.

And as he holds you like there’s so much of losing you, crumbles to the floor in the vacancy of your arms, he catches sight of your already swelling belly beneath his nimble fingers as you sigh out a laugh. Beckon his hand atop your stomach closer, say something about ‘knowing how to work a gun, even after all the bullshit I’d left behind.’

And Leon sighs with the thought of tomorrow.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon drabble #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #requests

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oedipushansen · 2 months

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🎓 student--raskolnikov

i swear to god if my landlord gives me any more shit im going to kill someone

#shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--raskolnikov

oh my god

🎓 student--raskolnikov

what the fuck. what the fuck what the fuck

#my sister is getting engaged to some fucking douchebag #why???? she doesnt even like him they dont have ANYTHING in common #i dont understand #it doesnt make any sense this isnt like her at all #apparently she & my mom have some fucking. plan to ''help'' me by convincing him to let me work at his law firm #this isnt fair. she shouldnt be tying herself to some asshole she barely knows just for my sake #im not going to let this happen i cant have this happen #what kind of brother would i be to let this happen to her #god fuck you dunia why do you have to love me so much #fuck #i feel so guilty i dont know what to do #shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--raskolnikov

ok u know what im gonna go on a walk i need to. calm down.

#shut up rodia

🎓 student--raskolnikov

??? theres a. drunk girl on the street. god she looks like 15 years old & some dude is perving on her. im gonna get him to fuck off

🎓 student--raskolnikov

a police officer got the guy to leave her alone & i even gave him money to get her a cab. why the fuck did i do that. i dont even care anymore. nothing matters. i hope everyone dies

#im such a shitty person just giving out money #my mom is taking that out her goddamn pention #shut up rodia #vent

🎓 student--rasknolnikov

ok uh. just as a hypothetical. if there was like. someone who took advantage of ppl & everyone hated would it be morally good to kill them

#i mean like . if society would be better off without them it shouldnt be a problem right #shut up rodia #rb for larger sample size please

🧹 lizavetaaaa

whhat the hell oh mmy god oh ny g;od

🧹 lizavetaaaa

my half sisster got fucickcing mur

💔 sadgirlsonia

liza ? what were u going to say ??? are u ok bestie???

#u havent replied to my dms pls im worried

#just a silly post #crime and punishment #im enjoying the novel so far :)#txt

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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Could I please request hc or a drabble about Cove as a new parent with a female MC? Thank you! ❤️

its your lucky day (aka you've asked smth ive been thinking abt for days LOL) bc ive written hc's and drabbles <333 although mostly messy hc's that are in no coherent order also I think I will come back n write more coherent n specific scenarios bc I have sm thoughts on cove through parenthood.... pls tysm for this ask I hope it's satisfactory bc i wrote in order of my thoughts LOL

tags : fluff, AFAB reader, after step 3/wedding dlc, "options" for 1 or 2 babes (if you hc triplets im praying for u🙏), no gender mention of the babe/s, birth surrogacy n adoption are up for imagination but pregnancy/surrogacy is most implied altho i think you could imagine adopting a baby before they're born bc ik some ppl do that

synopsis : how cove acts when you have your first kid & a bit on how he is raising them with you <3

many many candid shots of cove holding the baby

PLEASE tell me someone recorded near the end of the birth/when they brought you the babe

he's crying. no matter what he's crying his fuckin eyes out

if you're giving birth please either have him wait outside n come in to cut the cord at the end bc he might faint

if you do have him in the room he'll be on his best behavior. will try his best not to worry too much bc he knows it could stress you out

(I'm thinking abt this video I saw where the wife said her husband fainted n fell back into this rolly office chair n just rolled to the back of the room into the dark side (it was apparently a long room lollll))

if you're in for a long labor or it's pretty short he's more calm bc either it's over before he can freak out or it's so fuckin long he's over it LOL

he's more of a solid, physical support than anything else because he's not too good with words but also he dosn't want you to feel pressured, annoyed, or smth with constant "you got this!" "its okay!" as you're pushing out a whole human, its not a simple task

[video 1]

COVE: so little... COVE: (looks at his mom/dad) are they supposed to be this small? (watery laugh)

is very scared to hold the babe, he's a big guy, with or without the muscles so he's always gentle with them even once they get bigger

definitely texts his dad during the pregnancy/surrogacy/adoption process "I hope i can be a good dad like you"

cliff getting a text from cove at 3am: "ty for raising me idk how you did it omg"

cliff is crying n flying over there immediately

!!!! if you need someone to help you adjust cliff is on the fuckin way!!! you can't even finish asking bc he's alrdy here, whatever you need guys!!!!

but if you want to be alone to bond w the babe or you hire a professional to help with the transition then he or your moms will come over and clean up, prepare food, and allows you to come home and not worry about getting things done.

dies if the kid has his hair color or eyes, like at first he just finds it crazy that he's a dad n that he has a lil spawn of his own

also lots of pictures of cliff playing w the babe/s

we all know cove can be lazy with his hair, but he doesn't want his kid going to school w crazy hair so he learns

at first it looks like a mess

n if you keep your hair short or can only do smth simple, its time to call your ma or lee for help LOL

imagine cove standing by your ma as she's showing him how to braid... so sweet

cove is tip-toeing through the house, trying to shake off his outside clothes quietly and when he walks back into the room after brushing his teeth he's greeted with the sweet sound of his baby's giggle

you are sound asleep.

you and the other babe are sound asleep.

he shushes the baby, easing himself into the bed. suddenly he thinks that spending all that money on this big bed was worth it, especially with the way his achy body sinks into it.

"cove?..."

he reaches over the babe/s. "sorry.. did I wake you?"

you hum, it's not a yes or a no, just a sleepy sound and he laughs at how out of it you are even though you're trying to fight it, stroking your face and carding his fingers through your hair.

"I love you.. thank you." he whispers. this moment is so delicate. he worries a bit that if he speaks too loud it'll be gone and he'll wake up in his teenage bedroom, staring at the bottom of his scratched up bunk bed.

"f'what?" you blink slowly.

"for everything..." he grins softly, thinking about that night

of your wedding, when you told him you wanted kids with him.

after the ORCA fundraiser dinner, when you asked him if he imagined having kids with you.

"we made it. that future we talked about..."

you smile softly, more awake now. "thanks for making it with me."

he laughs, muffins his face in the pillow and resting a hand on the baby, willing them not to wake. "how can you thank me for that?"

you grin, more sleepy than anything but still full of mischief.

"how can you thank me for getting me pregnant?" you giggle at your husband's flustered face.

"how can you thank me for being here like I promised years later?" you tease, bringing up night of the fundraiser.

cove flushes, burying his face in the babies hair instead of answering you.

he puts an arm around you, careful of the little one/s between you. "just go to bed..."

gb lady said cove is sahd material.....

omg he makes them lunch always, or he at least helps you make lunch because his cooking skills are a bit limited and they'd prbly have star shaped sandwiches and applesauce everyday

HE HAS A THING TO PUT THE BABE IN WHILE HE DOES HOUSE SHIT

your kids are definitely cuddles bc of him, he always picks em up, and if he doesn't have a carrier than he'll make a makeshift one out of a blanket.

omg imagine him and the kid/s at the dining table crying tryna figure out the homework

"its getting worse y/n!!!" "what the fuck is common core math?!" "babe call the teacher, something is missing here..."

if you're bad at math or smth too than you're all fucked n your kid/s AND COVE are facetiming his dad for a long distance tutoring lesson

he's reading them books every night

HE gets upset when it doesn't happen

"babe we gotta turn around, I only read them 5 books we're gonna be gone 6 nights."

FaceTime them every night you're away just the two of u

falls asleep w the kids in the weirdest positions

why is there a princess crown on his head and where did the face paint come from????

spoils the kid/kids. you're gonna go bankrupt please stop!!!

when your kid/s finally graduate n move out on their own, he thanks his dad for raising him and teaching him how to be the best dad.

also thanks you for just being amazing n reassuring him whenever he worried abt doing something wrong

if you have more than 1, he's a master by baby 2/3

COVE: (holding fresh baby, whispering) ....why is it so red

raising you kid/s w cove is tough at first, cove worries about doing some wrong or failing as a parent.

and he did eventually admit he was worried about raising his kid/s in a "broken" home. his parents did their best! and he loves them, but the split was hard for him and he doesn't want them to go through the same feelings.

every day is a new experience in your house to say the least

I imagine it's filled w lots of worry, love, and tears

COVE N HIS KID/S HAVE A CRY COUNT

(cove is losing somehow?! he's been out crybaby-ed)

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader #cove x mc #cove x reader #cove our life #our life cove #cove holden fluff #cove holden x mc

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elisela · 10 months

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waking up + sterek pls and ty ilysm 🥹🥹🥰🥰

half my soul (as the poets say) sterek, long-distance relationship, au

The first blush of dawn wakes him. Stiles isn’t used to an east facing room—his childhood bedroom was orientated to the north, his dorm to the west—and already it’s on his list of things to look for when he eventually moves. He needs to get blackout curtains or he’s never going to get a decent night’s sleep, but it’s been low on his priority list.

He yanks the pillow next to his over his face and gropes for his phone on the nightstand. “Siri, call Derek,” he directs, voice scratchy. Calling is such a familiar motion that he could probably navigate the screen without looking at it, but the last thing he wants is to mess up and be forced to talk to someone else at 4:36 in the morning.

“Jesus, I just fell asleep,” is how Derek answers the phone. There’s warmth in his tone when he adds, “go back to sleep, baby,” and Stiles grins sleepily into the pillow.

“Kay,” he says, setting the phone on the mattress next to him and turning on his side. The pillow on his face blocks the light but even with Derek’s not-really-there presence, it still takes too long before he does.

—

“You’re up early,” Stiles says, tapping the speaker button before letting the phone rest on his thigh.

“Out of coffee,” Derek grunts in response, a non-answer to the question Stiles hadn’t asked.

“Poor babe,” he says, grinning as he taps at his keyboard to send the fifth email he’d composed in the seven minutes he’s been in the office. He’d had visions of being terrorized by senior staff and forced to do nothing but coffee runs for the first few weeks, but his boss had handed over access to his computer after the first day of orientation and Stiles had been killing it ever since. He moves two more emails into a folder labeled “Begging for Handouts”—he never said his boss was nice to others—and picks his phone back up. “Didn’t you just go to the store yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Derek says. He yawns, stuttering on the last sound, so familiar and ordinary that it makes Stiles’ heart ache.

“Forgot to put it on the list?”

“Forgot the list.” There’s a pause while Stiles navigates the app on his phone, adding a breakfast sandwich along with the coffee, then Derek speaks again. “It’s too quiet without you.”

He double-presses the side button to check out, then screenshots and sends it to Derek. He hates being gone. He hates even more that he’s having a pretty good time checking out their new city and getting their apartment ready while Derek is stuck back in California, finishing up his last few weeks of work and cleaning their old apartment out before their lease ends. “It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, bending down to fish his earphones out of his messenger bag.

“Yeah,” Derek says, and then, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I did,” he says. “You still need a good letter of reference, can’t have you biting everyone’s heads off at work because you’re not properly caffeinated.”

—

“Morning,” Stiles mutters in the general direction of the phone. Derek will hear it, he thinks. Maybe. It probably doesn’t matter if he doesn’t. “What are you and Laura doing today?”

“She insists I take her to La Palmera for the last time,” Derek says with a heavy sigh, and Stiles grins despite his exhaustion. They’ve gone to La Palmera—Laura’s favorite restaurant—for the “last time” five times now since he left. “You?”

Laying in bed all day, probably. The string of late-night work sessions have him feeling run-down, and the weariness makes him miss Derek. If he were home—

“I miss you,” he says, rolling his face into the t-shirt he’d flung on his bed the night before despite it no longer smelling like his boyfriend. His eyes burn and he blinks, trying to keep his breathing steady.

“I can cancel with Laura,” Derek offers after a moment, and Stiles shakes his head before he’s even done with the sentence.

“It’s just a few more weeks,” he says, clutching the shirt a little closer. “Go have fun with your sister.”

He doesn’t make it out of bed until almost dinner.

—

Stiles wakes up slowly—a vague awareness of his dream floating away, light filtering in through the window—and then, once he registers the breathing, all at once.

Derek is in his bed.

He blinks.

Derek doesn’t disappear.

Derek’s arm gives slightly when he pokes it, pushing in towards his body, and sleepy eyes blink open. “Go back to sleep,” he says, voice sandpaper-rough.

“You’re here,” Stiles says, inanely. He doesn’t dare raise his voice over a whisper in case this really is a delusion and it breaks the spell.

“Missed you.” Derek rolls over and Stiles finds himself being pulled in towards his warm chest, head fitting automatically in the curve of his neck. “Flew out last night, couldn’t wait anymore. Stuff’ll be here in a few days.”

The weight lifts from his chest and he feels like his breath comes freely for the first time all summer. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Last minute thing,” Derek says; Stiles can feel the way he frowns against his temple. “Sleep. Please. You can pretend to be mad at me in the morning.”

It is morning, he wants to say, but—Derek. In his bed.

“Kay,” he says, and falls asleep before he can say anything more.

still taking prompts if you want to send one!

#sterek #long distance relationship #au #soft boys #ah i missed them so much i'm so happy to be thinking about them again #tripleaxeldiaz #lauren my love tysm #eli writes

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nirvanawrites111 · 11 months

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Say You Love Me (Sub!Jongin x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 3727

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Afab!Reader

Genre AU: Male Stripper AU

Summary: Y/n runs No Manners male revue club and is recently divorced from Kim Jongin. But, needs a huge favor so that Y/n doesn't lose money and customers. No pronouns are used but Y/N is afab.

other characters mentioned: Ten, Taemin, Jun, Choi Minho, Leo

Warnings: Smut, sub!Jongin, Stripper club universe, pegging, strong language, oral sex (both rec), cum eating, degradation during sex. Calls Jongin a whore. Also... Jongin calls Y/N Daddy!, fingers (both rec)

Mentions of being with Ten Lee and Taemin. This chapter is just Y/n and Jongin together.

MINORS PLS DO NOT INTERACT. Ty so much!!!

A/n: Not sure if Y/n will have intimate scenes with everyone just yet. But I had to release this part because the sub!Jongin community is pretty dry and I need it for my mental health and clear skin.

Okay, I'm rambling.. also I'm obsessed with LET ME IN by Exo. It's been on repeat since Monday. I even play the slowed version. THE VOCALSSS.

If you enjoy my work please reblog it. I appreciate it!

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

"Where the fuck is Lee Taemin?!" You scream. You swallow hard, and your throat is raw. You walk around the lockers trying to find your main attraction for tonight.

He knows how vital that headliner spot is. People come from far distances to see him perform.

The last thing you need is to deal with disgruntled customers tonight.

You see Ten walk past you in a fishnet bodysuit covered in body glitter, and you grab his arm. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Ten turns around with his other hand still gripping the sizeable clear trash bag of dollar bills. "Umm, I'm going to count my money in your office. What's up?" His hisses.

"Where the fuck is your friend, Taemin?" You ask.

"Umm.." Ten avoids eye contact and looks down at the floor. "I have no idea."

You step closer to him and are less than an inch away from him. "Look at me, Ten."

His eye contact connects with yours, and he stares at you. "Yes?"

"Where is Taemin?"

"In the parking lot with Jimin."

"Thank you, baby," you pull him closer and kiss him.

You let it linger for a bit, and then you pull away. You head out of the locker room's back door and search the parking lot for the infamous pink Lamborghini.

You see it in the back of the parking lot and race over to the car with your heels clicking against the pavement.

You find yourself at the passenger side window and knock on it. Taemin jumps, and grabs his chest.

"Roll down the window, drama queen!" you yell. You want to yank him out of the car because he has been MIA for the last few hours.

Not to mention he's still in his regular clothes, and his set is coming up soon.

"Heyyy! Y/n," Taemin greets you.

The marijuana smoke hits your face before he can say anything else. Both of their eyes are bloodshot red, and you are irritated, to say the least.

"Get out of the car. You're late for work!"

Taemin fumbles with the door, and Jimin starts laughing.

"You look nice. Y/n. Are you hiring by chance?" Jimin asks.

"Fuck, no," you spit.

You grab Taemin's hand as he gets out of the car.

"What's up, baby?" Taemin replies.

"Don't baby me! I put you on as a solo headliner for tonight and you're literally blowing it. You know I don't let you anyone go up there high or drunk."

"I know. I know. I'm not high though. I was just talking with Jimin about doing some music. He has a producer friend that can get our songs on the radio," Taemin explains.

"Taemin, I can't let you go on stage like this. Go home."

"What?" Taemin glares at me with glossy eyes.

"You heard me the first time. You can't come to work like this. It's the rules."

"No, c'mon this night is important."

"I can't give you special treatment just cause we're fucking. You gotta go home."

You sigh in disappointment. You wanted so much more for him. He'd worked so hard to get to that top spot. He was just as much of a crowd favorite as Kai.

Kai's departure was so unexpected. You were left scrambling to replace him.

But, that's when Taemin stepped up to the plate, and helped boost the club back to where it was when Kai was the headliner.

"Y/n, please. C'mon."

"I said what I said."

You walk away from Taemin because you might say something you regret or can't take back if you say anything else.

You reach into your back pocket. Your hand is shaky as you stare down at your iPhone in your palm. You pull up your phone and dial your ex-husband's number.

"Hello?"

"Jongin."

You take a deep breath and almost hang up the phone.

But you're desperate and don't want to disappoint your customers. Especially since tonight is a packed house.

"Yes?"

"I need a huge favor. Can you perform tonight as the headliner?"

"Y/n, you haven't talked to me in months and now you need me. Sounds like you're in a tough spot. Where's Taemin?"

"I had to send him home." You grab your keyring off your hip and open the back door. You close it behind you.

"I'll be there in five. But, you owe me, Y/n."

"Yeah. Yeah. Thank you! Jongin."

You know you won't hear the last of it from everybody, but you are the owner of No Manners. You have to do what's best for business and put all personal feelings aside.

You walk into your office and see Ten counting his money and clipping it together in stacks.

"Thanks for telling me about Taemin."

"I told him to come in for work, but he doesn't listen."

"He knew how important tonight is for the club. I don't get why he would do that."

"Me either."

"But, Jongin is performing tonight."

“Jongin… Kim Jongin? Here at No Manners?”

"Yeah, he was my last choice. You already did your set tonight. I couldn't make you do a double."

"You know Taemin is going to be pissed about it."

"I don't care honestly."

"Tonight, is about to be interesting."

"Are you doing the VIP room tonight?"

"No, I'm done for tonight."

"Okay."

Ten glares at the door, and you turn around to see Jongin transformed into his alter-ego.

Kai.

Your jaw drops when you see him wearing that one outfit you hand-made for him that he refused to wear. His muscular tone body is even more toned than when you last saw him.

The tan sheer materials cover his body perfectly, and the rhinestone highlights his manhood but still leaves much to the imagination.

It looks even better than it did a year ago when you had him first put it on.

"You look.. stunning, Jongin."

"It's Kai for tonight."

"Right," you snap back to earth and nod. "Did you give the DJ your music."

"Yeah, I'm doing a new routine."

"You still dance?"

"Not in clubs. But, I've been playing around with something. Trust me the crowd will enjoy it."

You look down at your watch. "Alright, well. Let me walk you out."

You head out of the office, and Jongin trails behind you. You are curious about what he's been up to since the divorce was finalized, but you're going to mind your business.

"That outfit looks perfect on you."

"I know."

You and Jongin stand at the metallic string curtains, and you stare out into the crowd. Jun is wrapping up his set, and his music fades out.

The DJ starts playing the melody of a beat you have never heard. "We got a special treat for you all tonight. Get your dollar bills out. Hell, bring out your 10s 20s and 100 dollar bills for this special guest, tonight. Everyone rise to your feet for the one and only, Kai."

After the DJ says his name, the crowd erupts into cheers, and Kai struts throughout the crowd. He goes up to a lady coming to the club since you first opened it up.

Kai works his magic and dances on the customer, and she almost falls over. He catches her, and she screams. People start throwing cash at him.

One of the younger strippers goes with a trash bag and starts picking up his money for him.

Kai continues making his runs throughout the crowd and gives a couple lucky people, some special attention. He doesn't care the gender. He doesn't discriminate.

You are quick to remember why he's always been a crowd favorite.

Kai finally makes his way onto the stage. You watch him, and he whines his hips to the music, and you can almost get lost in his movement.

You love the way he connects with the crowd. He always focuses on one person and sucks them into whatever he's doing.

Kai goes over to the pole and swings around it. He climbs to the top and slowly comes down.

He rises up the pole again and swings around it. He drops down into a split, and he climbs up. The light turns off, and I head to the DJ booth, where the music still plays.

A few moments pass, and then he's just wearing a rhinestone cover g strip. The crowd cheers even louder, and more people move closer to the stage, throwing money at him. Seeing all that money all over him, he works the pole even harder.

Your jaw drops when you see your ex-husband in action. He's a natural for this lifestyle and the best to ever do it.

After his set is over and he heads into his dressing room. The younger stripper walks towards his door with two large trash bags of money.

You grab the money and knock on the door. "Come in!"

You open the door and place the oversized trash bags on the couch. You glance over to see Jongin cleaning the makeup off his face in front of the vanity.

"Your set was amazing."

"I know. I’m sure you freaked out about the lights going out."

"Yeah, I thought something was wrong."

"You know I always know what I'm doing. You would have just talked me out of it."

"I know. I appreciate it. The club just isn't the same without you."

"I'm sure. You should let me come back."

"You know Ten and Taemin wouldn't like that."

"You're going to let them affect your business like that?"

"No, but things are calm backstage. You know you're a diva."

"You saw my fucking stage, right?" Jongin glares at you, and his gaze on you is stirring something up in you.

"I did. You're a headliner. You've always been one. Especially since Choi Minho left. You brought something different."

"The crowd eats it up every single time."

"I know. You were amazing. You didn't miss a beat. How's life post stripper life?" You ask and sit down on the couch next to his vanity.

"I'd be lying if I said it was easy. Too many people recognize me as a stripper. I honestly needed the money, tonight."

"If you needed help, why didn't you call me?"

Jongin laughs at your question. Why would he ask you for help? He shakes his head and wipes the glitter off his neck.

"We haven't talked in almost five months. I wanted to put this life behind me. I didn't want to be some washed up stripper."

"You're not a washed-up stripper. You're a talented fucking dancer."

"I know but my resume is seven years an exotic dancer with you as my only reference."

"No one has called my phone. You know I would speak highly of you."

"Well, I haven't gotten any offers."

"Something will come. Listen don't worry about giving me any of the money. Keep it," You reply.

You stand up, and Jongin stands up in front of you. He towers over you slightly by a few inches. You two are standing looking at each other.

"I miss you."

The words uttered by Jongin feel personal and envelopes you in a way you can't describe.

You stare into his eyes and brush his hair back from his face. His usual chocolate locks are an ashy gray hue. His beautiful face sparks something deep inside you.

This is still the Kim Jongin that knows all your deepest secrets. The man who held your hand through building this club. You were there for him when he got into dance school. So much history between the two of you. So much has happened.

Your chest tightens, and you take a deep breath. The words are caught in his throat.

"I miss you, too. But, we both know that the divorce was for the best."

"Because I wanted to leave this place and you didn't want to let me go. I wanted to grow past the gaze of desire. I want to be taken seriously."

"I hear you. I knew you leaving the club would affect me financially. I wasn't ready to make that move."

"Well, I will be here for the next month. So, tell your little princess Taemin that his spot is taken."

Jongin slides into his baggy jogging pants and grabs the trash bags.

You know that you need Jongin even though it will cause a rift between the other dancers. You know it's best for business.

***

Jongin sits in his car and stares at the flashing LED light with the club's name, and he sits back in his seat. He wants to drive out of this parking lot and never return.

But, the way they cheer his name and empty out their pockets for him is something that will have him returning back.

Jongin arrives at home to his townhome, which is gate operated. He pulls into the front of his house. He grabs his money and heads into his home. He inserts his keys.

He tosses the bags of money at the door. He kicks off his shoes and heads upstairs to take a shower.

Seeing you was more than emotional. He didn't know how he would respond to you. Nor did he see if he wanted to even talk to you.

His phone lights up, and he sees a car at his gate. He lifts his phone to see a red Corvette with the top down. He hits the button to open the gate.

What is it that you want this late? Did you come to say that you no longer need his services?

Jongin heads downstairs and opens the door. He watches you get out of the car and head up the stairs.

Your strapless jean jumpsuit dress hugs your body just right. Your red heels make you a bit taller, but still not taller than him.

Jongin raises an eyebrow, and you lift your infamous Gucci bag packed with his favorite toys.

"So, do you want to get fucked out here on your porch or do you want to invite me in?" You ask him.

"Come in and fuck me."

***

You push Jongin against the couch, and he smirks at how you manhandled him.

You would be a fool to not want to fuck him after seeing him perform tonight. Everybody is probably going home to masturbate after the performance Jongin delivered tonight.

"Jongin, my pretty boy." You lean forward and sit down on his lap cowgirl style. You whisper against his ear and nibble as you feel him rise underneath you.

"I'm yours?" Jongin breathes out.

"For tonight, yes." You reply. You run your red fingernails down the center of his chest. "Can I taste you? Ya know to reward you for doing such a great job tonight."

"Of course, mistress," Jongin moans.

The aura of this man is so powerful, yet in your presence, this beauty is so submissive to you. No one would ever believe it if you told them. But, you wouldn't care.

You move down his waist and get down onto the floor. Your knees dig into the soft light carpet supporting you. You reach up to help me get out of those sweaters. His dick springs to action because he isn't wearing any underwear.

"Damn, you're always so hard for me," you whisper, tracing your fingers along his length.

"Fuck, I've missed you, daddy."

Jongin loves to call you different things whenever you two are intimate, but daddy is the one thing you love the most. He's the only guy to ever do it.

"Mmm… I haven't heard that name in months." You grab his dick and swirl your tongue around the head. Your core tingles, and you work your mouth up and down on him.

"Please.." Jongin emits a moan, and it makes your heart flutter.

This was your favorite way to see the real Jongin. With his legs spread for you and moaning and panting. You haven't even really got into it, and already you are bringing him close to his release.

"Please? What? You like it? Or you want me to stop?" You taunt him.

"No, please keep going. I'm not going to last," he whimpers.

Of course, he's not. He always reacts to you so well. You love that about him. It doesn't take a lot for him to come. He's been like this since you two first fucked.

"You know other people might not like how easily you cum, but I'm honored how fast I can make you come."

"I know.. I'm only like this with you."

You stop and sit up on your knees. You watch his eyes spring open, and he looks down at you. "Why'd you stop?"

"You need to work for that nut, sir."

You lie back against the carpet with your legs open. Showing him you’re pretty pussy without any underwear.

You want to taste his nut on your tongue, but you want to make him work for it. You know he's always up for a challenge.

"Eat me until I come, Nini."

Jongin doesn't hesitate, moves down on the floor, and holds onto your legs as his tongue probes your sensitive region. You can feel the heat building inside you as Jongin's skilled tongue works its magic. You moan and writhe under his touch.

One thing about him is he knows how to please you and will do all he can to ensure you know it.

His tongue explores your slit, and he catches your juices dripping down because of how turned on you are from hearing him moan for you.

You could get off just from hearing him moan. You have in the past, recorded the audio of two of you having sex and used it for your personal time when you were alone.

Jongin sticks a finger inside you, and your body reacts to him quickly. He pulls it out and sucks it on his finger. You love the sight of seeing feast on you.

He pushes two fingers inside of you and does the same thing again. "I've missed your sweet taste. Nobody taste like you."

Jongin leans down and kisses your pussy. His soft lips against yours make your body jolt. He is getting lost in pleasing you. Everything he does feels so good.

You can feel the heat building up inside you as Jongin continues exploring your body with his fingers. You moan softly, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. His kisses are gentle and loving, making you feel cherished and desired.

Jongin kisses on your pearl while he fingers you. You ride his fingers until you squirt all over them. He sucks your juices off his fingers. Jongin moves down and replaces his tongue where his fingers were to slurp out the rest of your release. You grab the back of his head while he sucks the soul of your body.

"Fuck, Jongin!" You cry out and continue to ride the wave of your orgasm. It feels too good, and now you're sensitive to the touch. You push him off of you.

Jongin lies next to you and you get down to his dick. You are on the right side of him and sucking him faster than before.

No one has eaten your pussy like that since you were last with him, so you know he's earned the right to come.

You stick your finger in your dripping pussy to wet your finger. You stick it into his ass. He's always liked it, especially when you give him head.

"Shit.. you know I love when you do that, daddy, please," Jongin whines.

Just like that, he comes so hard in your mouth, and you swallow it. You love the taste of him. You climb on top of him.

"Tonight is just an one time, thing, okay? If you're going to be at the club for a month. I don't want us to mess around. Cool?"

"Yea, of course. We're just getting it out of system."

"Exactly."

You stand up, unzip your jean dress, and toss it on the couch. You grab your Gucci bag and head upstairs. You still have your heels on.

You make your way to his bedroom. You grab your strap-on and put it on. You sit on the bed and wait for him to come upstairs. You pour lube on your strap-on and coat it perfectly.

Jongin comes upstairs. He's completely nude. He gets on top of you and slides down onto your strap-on. You feel the weight of his body on top of you as he starts to move back and forth.

You lean back against the bed and watch him bounce on it. You like watching him fuck himself on your strap.

"You're so.. naughty. Jongin. You're fucking yourself on my strap. You missed me that bad?" You coax him.

"Maybe," he giggles.

You slap his ass and grab it while he continues to ride you. In some weird way, you still have feelings for him.

Something you probably won't admit to him, and you don't know how you'll be able to survive a month with him at the club.

"Maybe? You're acting like a whore."

"Cause you make me this way."

You lift him up and hold on to him while keeping the strap inside. You lay him on the bed on his back. You hold his legs open while you stroke into him.

"Now stroke yourself, whore," You instruct him, and he obeys you.

You grind your hips and continue to pound his tight ass. You miss moments like this. You know he's needy for the next nut by how he's jacking his dick.

Your hand covers his as you pump harder until him until he comes again.

"I love you, Jongin," You lean forward and slip your tongue into his mouth.

"I love you, too, Daddy."

The two of you fall asleep in his bed, and the following day you wake up. Jongin still is sleeping, and you sit on the edge of the bed.

You look at your group chat with The Lee Twins.

Ten: Where are you? Y/n

Taemin: Damn, you didn't come home last night. Are you really that mad at me? I'm really sorry, Y/n.

You: It's okay. You're spot is being replaced for the month. I'll see you two soon.

You know things are about to get crazy, but you know Jongin can take the club to new heights.

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Mackie Moo. I am in hella pain so Ive come to bother you with a request of Amaryllis getting pampered and comforted by Mountain, Swiss and Dew pls ty ilysm mwah mwah

Amara my love 💙💙 I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. I hope this helps a little bit💙 (I'm sorry this took a minute...and that its so fucking long 😅)

I hope I do your OC and their dynamic justice

CW: hurt/comfort, lots of feels, vaginal fingering

Petal

Amaryllis had not been having a good day.

The fire ghoulette had woken up with a pounding headache, and a burning in her gut that was indicative of her heat starting in the next few days. Her joints were sore and things just couldn't seem to go right today.

She hadn't felt like fixing herself food, and as a result had tripped and spilled her lunch all down her front in the middle of the dining hall. She had stabbed herself with the massive leather-working needle she was using to reattach the soles of Rain's boots (she swears to Satan...if Bambi would just manage to stay on his damn feet during Rituals her job would be so much easier).

To make things even better, Primo was currently not at the Abbey, having been traveling for a personal sabbatical for the last week or so, and Amaryllis had been stuck assisting Sister Imperator all afternoon, which had resulted in Amaryllis leaving the office holding back hot, angry tears.

She stalked down the hallway, fatigue and irritation radiating off of the small fire ghoulette in waves, permeating her scent of clove oil, chestnut accord, and vanilla with the smell of charcoal.

At one point a sibling of sin came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The look on Amaryllis' face as she whirled around snarling, blue flames dancing in her eyes and hair, her sprite Mango jumping out from her blue tresses emitting sparks, tiny puffs of blue smoke and angry "Eep!!"s, had sent the sibling stumbling backwards, stammering garbled apologies as they turned heel and ran the other way.

Down the steps to the ghouls' den she went, her feet and tail dragging as she nudged the door open with her horns, arms too tired to do their job, and stepped inside.

Mountain looked up from the book he was reading in his chair, alerted by the charred wood smell on his mate's scent as she entered the room. Amaryllis trudged over to the earth giant, slumping between his knees and dropping her head to rest on his shoulder, whining quietly.

Mountain leaned forward to recieve his mate, wrapping his arms around her small frame and nuzzling her hair between her horns. Mango revealed herself from her hiding place in her ghoul's hair, climbing up Mountain's shoulder and settling between his ram's horns, chirping and chittering sadly.

"What's wrong, Little One?" Mountain asked in his deep baritone, stroking her back softly.

Amaryllis flinched, whined louder and buried her face in his chest, tears staining his shirt as the stress from the day brought her headache back to the surface.

"Oh Petal, I'm sorry, was that too loud?" Moutain whispered as he cupped her small face in his massive hand and tipped her head up to look at him.

He gave her a small kiss on the nose and drew her up to sit in his lap, holding her close against his chest as he rubbed his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp.

Mountain reached up to his horns, letting Mango step into his palm, before bringing his hand down to deposit the fire sprite in her ghoul's lap, the little blue salamander curling up on Amaryllis' tummy and kicking up her ember-like warmth and glow.

Amaryllis wrapped her arms around her mate's neck, burying her face in his calming scent as he began emitting lavender and eucalyptus in an effort to calm her down.

He rocked her softly, gently and quietly coaxing words from the fire ghoulette as she tearfully regaled him with the events of the horrible, awful day she had been subjected to.

A loud bang from the doorway signaled Swiss and Dew barging into the room, laughing and shoving each other as they taunted who was going to be the winner of the upcoming Mario Kart marathon they were planning on. Amaryllis shuddered and hid deeper into Mountain's chest at the sharp noises, the tears returning and turning into full sobs.

One sharp glare from the earth giant and a hiss from Mango sent Swiss and Dew into immediate silence, mumbling sheepish apologies as they padded over to the couple in the chair and knelt down at Mountain's feet.

"Hey hey, none of that now, Babylove...what's the matter?" Swiss murmured as he brushed the hair out of Amaryllis' face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

Dew, after a nod from Mountain, climbed into the other side of the earth ghoul's lap and wrapped his arms around his best friend's shaking form. Mango squeaked out a small protest at being squished between them before moving back up in between Mountain's horns, eyeing the fire ghoul suspiciously.

"Mara...please don't cry...we're sorry we were loud..."

Amaryllis sobbed harder, shaking in Dew's embrace as she re-purged her pain and frustration about the day.

"It's just...e-everything hurts and...I-I embarrassed myself in front everybody...just a shit day...Imperator is such a heinous bitch," Amaryllis blubbered out.

"I-I'm sorry...ge-getting your shirt a-all gross and snotty...I don't know why I can't stoooppp..." she wailed into Dew's shirt, wiping tears and snot off her face onto her sweater sleeve as the tears just kept coming.

Swiss pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, sitting up on his knees and gently cleaning off Amaryllis' face as she sniffled and looked up at the Multi Ghoul with big, sad, red-rimmed eyes.

"Amara, we're so sorry you had such a bad day."

"Please baby, it's time to stop crying, you're going to give yourself a headache if you continue like this, love. There's our good girl,"

Swiss gave her a kiss on the forehead and smoothed her hair in between her horns as the fire ghoulette's sobs subsided to little sniffles and hiccups. He rubbed his thumbs over her temples and under her eyes, willing his bit of quintessence to wick away the pressure undoubtedly building from the intense crying.

Swiss glanced at Mountain, communicating silently through their bond. Mountain nodded, gently turning Amaryllis' face to look at him.

"Petal, why don't we go take a soak, hmm? Let's go take a long bath together, that will help your aches and help you relax a bit, yeah?"

Amaryllis peeked up at her mate's face. "I-I want Dew and S-Swiss to come with us, is that okay?"

Dew wrapped his arms around her again, bumping their horns together softly, affectionately.

"Mara, of course that's okay. Swiss is gonna go get the bath ready. Me and Mounty are gonna help you get undressed and relaxed, okay?"

Swiss leaned forward to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the forehead before standing and slinking out of the room, heading off to make preparations. Dew began removing himself from Mountain's lap, until a whimper from Amaryllis and a rumble from Mountain's chest in response had him wrapping himself around his friend once again.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I can stay right here with you. Mounty can carry us both, right Mount?"

Mountain let out another deep rumbling affirmative before standing slowly, both fire ghouls nestled securely in his arms. The earth giant lumbered down the hall to his bedroom cradling Dew and Amaryllis gently, trying not to jostle them too much. Dew kept his arms wrapped around the fire ghoulette, purring and chirping softly as she nestled her face in his neck, slowly relaxing with the scent of cinnamon and spices.

Mountain entered his bedroom, closed the door, and softly deposited Dew and Amaryllis on his bed, Mango hopping down from his horns and curling back in Amaryllis' lap. The three of them could hear faint splashes coming from the bathroom; Swiss drawing and preparing the bath for the four of them.

Dew helped Amaryllis out of her clothes. He gently pulled her tear-stained sweater over her head, mindful of the horns, while Amaryllis held and played with his tail, fiddling absent-mindedly with the spade. Dew leaned into her, grooming Amaryllis and giving her soft kitten licks, cleaning her tear-stained face as she closed her eyes tight and leaned into the loving attention from her best friend.

Mountain approached the bed and knelt down at her feet. He gently lifted her hips, slipping off her pants and discarding them on the floor. Dew shifted to sit behind Amaryllis as the earth ghoul leaned in, joining Dew in grooming his mate as he licked up her neck and across her shoulders, lovingly, reverently. Mountain, sensing that words were still too much, tried his best to convey his devotion to the fire ghoulette through gentle touches and caresses, purring a deep rumble in his chest, his tail winding up her body to caress her cheek with his spade.

A soft touch on his shoulder from Swiss alerted Mountain that the bath was ready. He reached up to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the lips before picking her up and carrying her bridal style into the bathroom, Dew following close behind the couple.

Amaryllis' eyes grew big at the sight in the bathroom. Soft, golden light from candles lit on every surface, making the tub in the center of the room practically glow. Fairy lights were strung around the ceiling, giving the room a comforting ambiance. Mountain approached the tub and gently set Amaryllis into the warm, bubbly water.

She looked up at Mountain as he slowly lowered himself into the tub and drew her into him, hugging her tightly to his chest as he buried his face in her hair.

Amaryllis felt a disturbance in the water, Dew and Swiss slipping into the tub and cuddling around her.

Mountain looked down at his mate and sighed into her hair.

"Petal, you are our heart. We're so sorry today was so hard. Let us make it up to you and help you relax, hmm?"

Mountain cupped her face in his hands, threading his fingers through her cyan blue hair as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Amaryllis wound her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and letting their tongues dance together, deep but still sweet.

Dew and Swiss moved in closer, running their hands up and down her body, mouths seeking skin to touch, to kiss.

Mountain lifted the fire ghoulette and turned her in his lap to lean against his chest, hands roaming up and down her sides, grinding her down softly on his slowly growing cock.

Amaryllis moaned quietly and leaned back against him, closing her eyes and succumbing to the feeling of hands roaming her body.

"You're so beautiful, Little One," Mountain sighed as he moved his mouth over her mark, licking and nibbling at it, causing a shiver from his mate as she let her head fall to the side against his broad shoulder.

"We're so lucky to have you, Mara. So grateful that you're ours," Dew groaned as he ground against her hip, his head coming down to mouth at her nipple, suckling gently, one hand coming up to caress the other tit.

He teased it, rolling the rosy bud between his nimble fingers, earning a soft cry from Amaryllis as she arched her back, pressing her perky tits more firmly into his mouth and hand.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us take care of you like this," Swiss murmured.

He let his fingers trail teasingly, taunting, up and down her thighs before finding their home in between her legs. His thumb teased her clit as his fingers sought out and circled her entrance, already growing slick from the silky water and from the attention paid by her ghouls.

Swiss sank two fingers slowly into Amaryllis' body, eliciting a moan from the ghoulette as he stroked inside of her with that wicked come hither motion.

Amaryllis brought her arms up to wind behind Mountain's neck, her breathing growing heavy and mewling softly. Mountain ran his nose up and down the soft skin of her arm, kissing and nibbling gently at the soft flesh.

"How are we feeling, Little One?"

Amaryllis gasped and rolled her hips into Swiss' hand, seeking more pressure from his thumb on her clit, his fingers moving more quickly as they pumped in and out of her pussy, finding that ridged spot that made her see stars.

"S'good, Daddy...making me feel so good,"

Amaryllis brought a hand down to stroke through Dew's hair. The fire ghoul came up for a kiss, licking across her fangs and possessing her mouth with his tongue, moaning as he rutted more insistently against her hip. Dew gave her a quick nip on the lip, causing a squeak from Amaryllis as he returned to his post at her tits.

Oh...someone liked that," Swiss chuckled, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers from Dew's little surprise nip. He circled her clit, pressing firmly with his thumb as he increased the speed and pressure of the fingers buried firmly inside her desperate cunt.

Amaryllis squirmed in her mate's lap, feeling herself being pulled into that sweet, delicious place by the ministrations of her ghouls, the heat in her tummy coiling tightly, on a hair trigger, ready to snap.

"Daddy, m'close. Let me cum, please Daddy,"

Mountain lowered his head to lick along the shell of Amaryllis' ear.

"Whenever you're ready, love, cum for us. I love you so much," he whispered into her ear before biting down into the skin of her neck that proudly bore her mark to him.

Amaryllis went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her body. Eyes closing tight, mouth open, cries escaping from her throat as her toes curled and her thighs shook before collapsing back against Mountain's chest, boneless and spent. She let her mind float off into the ether, half listening to the soft voices of the ghouls she loved most dear before drifting off into comfortable nothing.

Hands roaming softly up and down her back brought Amaryllis back into her body. She realized she had been turned around and she purred as she nuzzled into the chest of the earth ghoul below her. Amaryllis wrapped her tail around Mountain's waist and sighed contentedly.

Mountain looked down at her as she stirred, smiling and purring that deep rumble in his chest as the fire ghoulette peeked up at him though her long lashes.

"Welcome back, Petal. How are you feeling?"

Amaryllis let out a deep breath before melting back into her mate's arms.

"Much better, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,"

"I love you too, Little One," Moutain whispered, pressing small kisses to Amaryllis' horns.

"Swiss and Dew went to fetch us some water and snacks. They'll be back soon. Just relax and rest, my queen."

They laid in the warm water together, waiting for her other ghouls to return. Amaryllis reached up to her mate, kissing him softly and caressing his face in her tiny hands. She ran her fingers through her love's hair and gently plucked the flowers that had sprouted behind Mountain's ears and rams horns, setting them into the water to float and filling the tub with her favorite blooms, fragrant and beautiful. Miniature sunflowers, tiny orchid blooms, hyacinth, and of course, Amaryllis.

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sailxrmxrs · 15 days

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hello i really love your writing! if you're taking requests, i've been thinking about the infinite blue boys in a typical office setting with the MC and what that would be like? thank you!!~

this has been sat in my inbox for SO LONG I AM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS SDKFDGS but!! better later than never right??? right?????? anyway now is the perfect time to finally get around to this bc my brain has been so occupied lately playing sympathy kiss so office based otome is right at the forefront of my mind hehe. it's like it was meant to be. ALSO thank u so much!! i don't think too much about what i write after it's been posted so i forget people actually look at it sometimes sksjfkf TY FOR REQUESTING THIS WAS LOVELY TO THINK ABOUT also incredibly funny looking at the last post of me being like 'i want to get back to writing more regularly!!' as if i didn't slink back into the shadows again for four months this was also the first thing i've written since getting my new keyboard which is really taking some getting used to especially with nails dsklfsg still, enjoy office time gamers o7

♡ leo ♡

Leo definitely seems like the type to bring the energy to his office department, especially on a Monday morning when everyone wants nothing more than to have had just one more day to spend at home before work started all over again for another week. He'd be the only one with a spring in his step as he went about his morning, filling his water bottle, getting situated at his desk. Speaking of his desk, Leo's workspace would be the definition or organised chaos. Post-it notes are scattered across the bottom of his monitor, there's a pile of loose sheets covered in haphazard notes scrawled across them, and there are definitely more than a few pens with no ink left strewn across the desk. They also happen to be mixed in with perfectly usable pens so Leo would have to scramble for a pen when someone from another department came to brief him on a project he was working on. Every time, without fail, he is grabbing pens and scribbling on a notepad until he finds one that works enough to make notes clear enough for him to reference later on. You ask each time why he doesn't just go through and throw away the empty pens to which Leo jokingly scoffs about how he finds the right pens first time every time. He does not.

He's very much the epitome of a work best friend. Someone who will text you on the weekend like 'I know we spend every day sat next to each other but can we hang out together pls'. He enjoys your company okay!! You are very fun and he wants you to know that!! Will find himself getting into a bit of trouble for getting distracted talking about weekend plans with you but can you blame him? It's a Friday afternoon and his brain has logged off. Unfortunately for Leo, despite his brain having logged off, his computer is very much logged in so he has to force himself to keep going for that last stretch of hours between him and the weekend. Will whine and complain to you about how Fridays should be half days which, given Leo's usual demeanour at the start of the week, is an amusing shift in tone. Cut to a couple of hours later and Leo is shutting down his computer the second the clock ticks over to 5pm. He'll swing his chair around to face you, staring you down until you finally close everything down to get ready to leave. Think puppy watching and waiting for you to take them on a walk. Sometimes if you have plans for the Friday evening, he'll offer to pick you up on the way to work to save you the drive too. Also because it gives him an excuse for being late like oh no there was just so much traffic leaving their place I definitely did not stop for coffee on the way here not at all!! He absolutely did but don't worry he didn't forget to pick up your favourite order too~

I think Leo would be a really good motivator in the office too. If a day was going particularly bad, or if a really busy period struck he would be the perfect person to help keep your mood in balance. He's very encouraging for you to step away from your desk. Take a break, have a drink, maybe get a little snack to energise yourself. But he doesn't do it to distract you nor does he overstep any boundaries. He will offhandedly comment on how hard you've been working and make a gentle suggestion that a break is needed. He'd also offer to lend a hand if there was anything particularly pressing that was weighing you down. Try and say no. Try it. Never works. Leo's always happy to help because he knows you would do the same for him and have previously done so in the past when he was newer to the job and hadn't quite gotten his bearings yet. He makes the long days pass by quicker. Truly the best person to work with.

♡ milo ♡

Milo is absolutely that one coworker who keeps to himself a lot and develops this really cool and mysterious reputation. No one really knows what he does for work and no one ever asks him either because they're a little too intimidated to talk to him. It's not that he's had any particularly bad run-ins with anyone else in the office but more so that he no one really knows a whole lot about him. Any conversations about his weekend plans or what he did the evening prior are met with the most normal responses someone could muster. He's going grocery shopping, he's visiting family, he stayed in last night to watch tv. No one knows anything about his life outside of work and no one's bumped into him anywhere but in the office. The only reason people don't speculate that he lives there is because they see him drive in and park in the same spot at the same time each morning. Him keeping to himself isn't really an antisocial thing, but more so that he's there to work so would rather just get on with whatever he has to do with minimal distractions. He's an efficient man and doesn't like people stealing his attention away from any sort of deadline.

Then along comes this slight change in the office layout and suddenly your desk has been moved directly next to his. Surprise had left you stunned for a moment when Milo greeted you that first morning before sitting down and getting himself set up for the working day. He still never offered much conversation, just the usual 'good morning' and 'have a good evening' as you both left the office. It wasn't until you both stayed behind a little late one Friday evening to finish some paperwork before the weekend and he'd stricken up a conversation while walking back to your cars. It was mostly small talk, nothing of too much substance, but it was far more than he gave anyone else. If you ask, he simply answers that until the clock hits around 5pm, he's at work. Once he's left the office building, he's just normal Milo again. It's his way of separating work and his personal life. Honestly, his work/life balance is enviable.

Over time, as you grow closer, he'll start to chat more during office hours. Asking what you thought of a recent episode of a show, if you'd seen the news about an upcoming game. And your closeness wouldn't go unnoticed. You'll get coworkers whispering to you on your lunch break asking to share some information since they'd barely seen Milo speak with anyone else so openly before. You'd always politely decline, telling them he never really shared anything special and it was mostly just work related things—a white lie, of course, but what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Milo would appreciate it too, often voicing his complaints about the busybodies in the office not so subtly whispering about him. He didn't care too much about their speculations of him until they started dragging you into it too. Grumpy Milo grumbling into his coffee cup asking why they cared so much anyway. Who cares who he speaks to at work (He cares. But he won't tell you that).

♡ rory ♡

Rory at any given moment in time will take the opportunity to complain about something that has happened in the office that day. Whether it's someone not submitting documents on time or somebody emailing him with any extra set of tasks on top of his already stacked workload, he will be sending you a string of messages to blow off some steam. The first time it'd happened, you were sitting in the break room enjoying your lunch when Rory slumped into the chair next to you and signed so heavily you thought something terrible had happened and he was barely keeping himself together. As it had turned out, a new intern had done something without running it by anyone else first and caused a particularly big problem. One that Rory's manager decided would be his responsibility to resolve before the day's end. As well as meet his own deadlines for the same evening. To say he was stressed was an understatement. So Rory had taken solace in your quiet presence and let out his frustrations. Once he'd gotten it all out of his system, he apologised for the outburst and introduced himself, realising the two of you had never actually spoken before. He then offered to lend a listening ear for your own work annoyances, attentively taking it all in while you spoke. Once your lunch break came to an end, you exchanged contacts with the promise that you could be each other's dedicated work therapist whenever someone or something had pissed you off.

From that point on, you'd receive the odd message here and there throughout the day from Rory with the latest complaint. At first, it was just a way to get the annoyances off your chests but as time went on, conversations started to meander and before long you were becoming closer and closer. You didn't see each other much while working—only ever in passing if you needed to deliver a document to a different department or if there was a meeting you needed to attend. Your texts were your main point of contact with Rory until he suggested you start coordinating your lunch breaks so that you could actually hang out face-to-face rather than via text message. Coworkers would definitely start to speculate how and why these two individuals from completely different departments became friends or if there was something more to the relationship. Especially considering Rory, much like Milo, was more reserved and didn't really show much of an effort to become friends with the people he worked with. He was amicable enough but kept the colleague boundary up like a wall. Except with you, anyway.

I think Rory would want to extend your work friendship beyond office hours and would start wanting to text you later in the evening but is so nervous to come across as being too forward. He likes to act as though he's a very nonchalant person but he really isn't at all. Especially not where you are concerned. So you'd definitely need to be the one to nudge and initiate more of a friendship between you both. It wouldn't take much. All you'd need to do was text him one Saturday morning and mention how you were planning for a bookshop trip and as if he wanted to come along. He texts back almost instantly with a big 'YES' followed immediately by a 'glad you've finally recognised my superior taste in books' purely to save face for how eager he must have seemed. Would come into the office on the Monday with red cheeks once he saw you in the staff car park and try to sound as normal as possible commenting on how he had a good weekend. For his own sanity, just go along with it. He begs.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei is the new starter who doesn't have a whole lot of office experience under his belt. He's bright eyed and eager to learn on the job but is also somewhat nervous to make mistakes or ask too many questions. It takes him a little while to settle in and feel fully comfortable with his surroundings but once he does, Alexei starts to really flourish. Once he knows you're happy to answer all of his questions and won't scold him for not understanding something straight way, he will come to you with an entire monologue of queries he wants to clarify. Literally rambles this long stream of consciousness before reaching the end of his list and looking at you all expectantly for your response. Listens so intently while he's perched on his desk chair, scribbling down notes as you run through everything he'd asked. Then turns back to his computer screen with a 'thank you' and then doesn't say another word for like two hours. He'll just be typing and clicking away with this intense focus until you have to tap on his shoulder and remind him to take a break from the screen for a few minutes. Will struggle to pull himself away for breaks because once he's in the zone he is IN. He only really likes stepping away from his desk when he has reached a good stopping point and he absolutely hates leaving a task partially finished.

I don't think Alexei would be a super social person at work. It wouldn't be for any particular reason other than the thought didn't really occur to him? He prefers to take his breaks at his desk because his chair is comfortable enough so the only people he really talks to on the regular are the people he works with directly. Being new, he hasn't had much of a reason to visit the other departments nor has he been brought on to any big projects that would have him meeting and working with anyone else around the office. Even after he's been there for a little while, he's reached a point where he feels awkward introducing himself because he's not exactly new anymore but he also doesn't know a lot of names. Whenever there's an office party or holiday event, Alexei will turn and whisper to you asking who that was or to remind him of a name. He could have had a good ten minute conversation with someone who and not had a single clue as to what their name was. It makes for some funny encounters, especially if it's someone not well liked within the office. They'd strike up a conversation just for Alexei to clearly not know who they are. We love to see it.

After Alexei has been working in the office for a few months and has gotten nicely settled in his job, I can see him being really welcoming to a new starter. In the same way you answered all his questions and helped him along with his training, Alexei would do the same for the new person. He might come across a little too excited with how forthcoming he is with explanations or offers to help out with anything they're struggling with but it's clear that he means well. He's just a little enthusiastic!! Would also start to add little decorations on his desk. He doesn't do anything too special, but he might have a tiny figurine of a jellyfish sat under his monitor and would have themed notepads and matching pens to go with them. If he's going to spend most of his day there, he wants it to feel like it's his personal little corner.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn is the high ranking manager CEO businessman who is also one of the most likable people around the office. Despite him always being seen in his signature suits and ties with some sort of important document in hand at any given moment, he was genuinely pleased to speak with anyone working there. He has his moments of being the stern business type, particularly when in stressful meetings to discuss the company's performance for the quarter and their targets for the next quarter. Overall, however, he remains a generally calming presence. If you were his assistant, he'd try to alleviate as much of the pressure of the role as he could. He knew he was a painfully busy man and that you had no end of meetings to schedule, companies to contact for collaborations and partnerships. There was never really an end to your workload for which he felt a tad guilty. Anytime you entered his private office, reeling off the schedule for the afternoon or informing him of a visitor who had arrived to meet with him, Brooklyn is offering to make you a cup of tea or coffee no matter how many times you insist that that's your job, not his. He never listens.

I think he'd take a lot of interest in you as a person too, not wanting there to be this distinct barrier of boss and employee. He would much rather you both felt you stood on equal ground. That mindset had gotten him into some mild altercations in meetings when other company executives had made some sort of snide comment regarding your involvement in the discussions. Brooklyn wasn't going to stand for one of his most trusted and hardworking colleagues to be taken for granted. The strained tension never left the boardroom until a few minutes after the meeting ended and Brooklyn stormed out looking angrier than you'd ever seen him. Would be silent as he poured himself a cup of tea and then give you this serious talk about how if that were to ever happen without him around report it to him immediately. His expression was much sterner that you'd experienced from all your time working directly with Brooklyn, but it was evident that it came from a place of respect. And he explained as much as he leaned against his desk, pinching the spot between his brows as if the encounter had given him a headache.

There had never been any repeat instances following that afternoon, though you had overheard some whispers about the incident. Mostly from people surprised to hear that Brooklyn had raised his voice. Anytime you commented on it while presenting him with new paperwork, Brooklyn would adjust his tie awkwardly, face heating at the lack of composure he'd now exposed to the office. He took pride in coming across in a well-presented and calm manner so this one lapse of his self-restraint made him feel a touch embarrassed each time he was reminded of the event; in those moments he seemed less like the important business figure and more like a close friend you could playfully tease in passing moments between the busy hours. It was a comfortable and welcomed dynamic for the both of you.

♡ tobias ♡

Tobias is without a doubt the office socialite. He's always popping his head into the different departments with a request or to catch up after the weekend. He reminds me of someone I work with who is incredibly easy going and is friends with basically everyone in the office. Tobias can have a tendency to cause disruptions in that his voice will carry in an office room and he doesn't really realise how much of a distraction his presence can be sometimes. He doesn't mean to pull people away from anything important! But he also can't really help himself when it's the middle of the week and he's got all kinds of work adjacent stories to be shared. Will perch himself on your desk and start rambling away about something, not really noticing if you were paying him your full attention or not. It's only after he asks you a question and you noncommittally answer with a vague 'yes' that he'll start whining about how you're not listening to him. As much as we'd like to chat, some of us have work to do, Tobias. When you question him about his own work, Tobias will conveniently remember he needs to be somewhere else, dodging the question entirely and scampering away to a different department. There is usually a shaking of heads that follows after Tobias whenever he dashes off somewhere else—it's always from a place of endearing acceptance.

I can see Tobias being involved in the marketing side of a business. Definitely the one to organise big events and staff parties. He needs someone to rein him in though because some of his ideas aren't quite workplace or coworker friendly. He hears office party and thinks hell yeah time to go wild go crazy but no Tobias please the last time that happened you broke multiple office chairs we can't afford to keep replacing them every time. Would enlist you for help too because you're his favourite person to bother at work. Whether you humour him and play along or tell him to, light heartedly, leave you alone, Tobias will find his way to your desk for some quality catchup time. What do you mean it's Monday and you're busy? He needs to tell you about this movie he saw on Saturday that he thinks should be the theme of the next work event. He's also the type to bring food to your desk too. Will sometimes just buy lunch for you and pry your hands away from your keyboard so that he can slide a salad or pot of pasta into your grasp. Tobias takes lunch breaks very seriously. He'll also get treats for people in the office too! Buys little cakes or chocolates just because. This is part of the reason why everyone likes him so much; can't say no to a man who keeps you well fed.

Despite poking fun at Tobias being a bit more lax around the office, I think he genuinely would be full of solid ideas and he does feel pretty passionate about certain aspects of the job too. His work/life balance isn't perfect in that he tends to prioritise life a little more than he should sometimes but there's little harm in it. He's a very good person to be around if you're the type to get a bit too wrapped up in working. Tobias is NOT letting you overwork yourself. Not on his watch!! He's a surprisingly perceptive person and can very easily tell when you're stressed or not getting as much sleep as you should. Will take it upon himself to text you at the weekend to hang out and have a movie night with him. That way he can make sure you're relaxing and not spending your limited time off working your brain. Will steal your phone directly from your hands if you're staring too hard, eyebrows furrowed, and will replace it with a snack and gently remind you that it's the weekend time not work time. He has his uses sometimes.

#infinite blue x reader #infinite blue #infinite blue leo #infinite blue brooklyn #infinite blue milo #infinite blue rory #infinite blue tobias #infinite blue alexei #hello again how are we doing it's only been *checks wrist* four months #I FEEL BAD I MISS WRITING BUT IM SO DEEP IN OTOME HELL SPENDING MY EVENINGS KICKING MY FEET TWIRLING MY HAIR OVER SILLY OFFICE ROMANCE GAME #anyway play sympathy kiss teehee it is very good #also v open to requests i promise i will try not to leave them stewing for months #but also no guarantees on that one oops #anna writes

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kessellluvr · 5 months

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love ur writing sm 🫡

can you write about simone’s character from outlaws (2017)? like just sfw/nsfw hcs about her is all i ask 😭 oh and could u pls make it transmasc!reader (it’s fine if u don’t want to!!)

fluff-/kinkmas - day one - NSFW / hayley headcanons + scenario

just some things she´d do :33 afab - transmasc reader

bondage

i feel like hayley would just love tying you up.. not even with cuffs, maybe some old shirt or sheets, she gets so aroused seeing her little toy completly at her mercy

"stay still, slutty boy" you heard hayley hiss into your ear, she had ripped apart one of her old shirts to tie you up. you we´re squirming like hell - feeling her knee rub between your thighs, making your clit ache for release. "please hayls.." you whined from under her and she smirked down at you. "please what?" she questioned with a raised brow - slightly mocking you. "please fuck me.." you plead and her hand slipped under your boxers, her finger flicking over your swollen bud - making your hips twitch upward "aww look at that.. so sensitive." your response was a really, really desperate whimper. "my poor baby boy.. your body´s almost begging for my attention." she pressed down two fingers on your clit, slowly circling it - making your hips buck upwards, she pushed your thighs down again, her black polished nails slighty digging into your flesh - leaving half-circled marks. as you bit your lower lip, desperate to stay quiet and not get her even more worked up - she quickly slid down your boxers, revealing your glistening, swollen cunt to her hungry gaze. hayley slowly teased your dripping wet hole with her middle finger, painfully slowly pushing it in causing you to gasp. hayley curled her finger upwards, hitting your g-spot and making you moan loudly, she added another finger and started speeding up her pumping until she felt you getting closer. you were sweaty, whimpering mess at this point - you felt the knot in your abdomen tightening. "h-hayls im `bout to cum.." she smirked, adding more intensity to her fingering "go ahead baby.."

she would love teasing you in public, telling you to shut up and act as if everything was normal despite the fact that she was giving you neck and collarbone kisses just minutes ago in the restrooms

taking you up to her office in the clubhouse and having you kneel under her desk :3

she´d love being called mommy and giving you petnames

shes a brat tamer!!

she´d prefer using tounge and fingers on you.. but she´d love it when you would fuck her with a strapon (or ofc your penis post-op)

would defo take you on her bike at some private parking lot

SFW:

she would just love taking a shower with you or cuddling you after fucking the shit out of you..

she´d teach you how to ride the bike!!

would defend you from creeps in the clubhouse

she´d just know when youre uncomfortable, she´d pull you closer or hold your hand

would let you paint her nails

would take you out for dinner every weekend and just spent some quality time

her soft side would come out for you

AN: this isnt much i knowww :P anyway i tried with transmasc!reader and i knoww its not the bestt.. x

#simone kessell #hayley outlaws #hayley x reader #yellowjackets #one percent #the outlaws #outlaws #kinkmas #fluffmas

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lilolilyr · 16 days

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I have an idea for an Andromaquynh modern AU fanfic

In it, Quynh moves back home to her parents after getting a degree at university she isn't really sure she can or wants to use. She used to think that she's a city girl despising the suburbs she grew up in, but now she thinks she was wrong about that or maybe her preferences changed, she doesn't much like the cities she studied in anymore, first she thinks it's because she studied abroad (in the countries of her ancestors) and could never quite connect to the culture there, but visiting a friend in a city in her home country shows her it isn't just that, she just prefers a quieter environment

In the meantime, her parents have moved to a different part of town and it doesn't really feel like coming home at all. Quynh still struggles with her place in life, she doesn't want to hang around on her parents' couch doing nothing forever but she doesn't know what else to do either and the thought of a regular 9-5 job in an office terrifies her, she has done enough internships in that kind of environment to know she can't stand it for long

Quynh starts taking long walks through the countryside, for her health because she hasn't really found any sports/active hobbies in the area yet (that's an aspect she really liked about the cities, there's always something interesting going on, she used to dance and try out things like shooting with bow&arrow and axe throwing), and to have quiet time to think away from her family. That way she gets to know the area quite well - she actually already knows it a bit because she really didn't live far away as a kid, but she never really walked through the fields on this side of the suburbs before

On her walks she sometimes comes across equestrians, and one time a horse throws off its rider and she ends up catching the animal, which doesn't seem to mind people in general just people trying to climb and sit on it - it won't stay the last time she comes across that particular animal, and she thinks she understands the horse quite well what with not wanting to do jobs they don't like just to be allowed to live comfortably.

Andy's the owner of the horse riding school, and when a girl falls off her horse (probably the one that doesn't much like its riders, Quynh calls it Big Guy lovingly not knowing what it's actually called) and needs medical attention, Quynh ends up taking the horse back to the stables and meets Andy there.

There's a bit of an age-gap between them and even once they meet and fall in love Andy is reluctant to commit to Quynh out of fear of tying Quynh to a life she might not really want, meanwhile Quynh is finally figuring out her place in life and she wants to stay with Andy.

I'll probably never write the full fanfic, I just don't have the time and motivation for it. If anyone's interested in getting the draft and adopting it, I'd love to hand it over for you to write it!

Post is okay to reblog :)

The draft I have is pretty much in bullet points atm, but I'd even go over it and clean it up a bit if someone's really interested in adopting the fic, and I'd be open to either chatting about it and giving more input, or you taking it and doing your own thing with it!

I don't have the time to write a longfic atm and I feel like what with the plot I'm thinking of, it really needs to be 10 or even 20k minimum to start doing it justice... That being said if sb wants to try writing a shorter version or is inspired by it to write anything similar, absolutely feel free! Just pls lmk once it's done so I can read it :D

I also already wrote a college AU horse girl!Andy longfic before, and while that one was happier and this one would probably have quite some angsty vibes before reaching its happy ending, it still kind of feels like I've done this before, also reducing my motivation for it even more :( which is a pity really because I do really like the idea.

If you want to take on the story reply to this or send me an ask/dm and we can figure out how to do this, discord/email/docs or whatever :)

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