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writingsfromthegrave · 2 years

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Roblox doors seek x reader? Gender neutral preferably. Maybe some angst if you willing to do that?

Seek x GN! Reader Angst

you had traversed these hallways for many months, accustoming yourself to the rigid furniture and horrifying monsters. initially, you were batshit afraid of them- any little creak and noise making you jolt. every "psst!" sending a major chill down your spine. but that was... approximately five months ago, maybe? you did keep track, but eventually lost hope, as you failed to find an exit for THIS LONG.

befriending the monsters wasn't exactly what you would call your relationship with them. more-so them tolerating you, and you respecting them out of fear. after all, they could just come after you any time they wanted to, they didn't need to wait five months to do so. the monsters had just grown neutral in your presence and accepted the fact you were there.

however, an interesting specimen was Seek, a man which you called "goop monster" for giggles. you'd notice him taking a liking to you quite fast, probably around your fourth encounter. he had much more of an interest in watching you move around the hotel rather than actually attempting to brutally dismember you. it was a nice change of pace, really.

seek would come into close proximity of you, often reaching out for your touch a little bit. you froze out of fear, but now you've come to realize he's just a sweet little guy who's absolutely curious about humans. he had no intentions of killing you, at least you thought. you trusted seek with your whole heart, and he knew that.

eventually, the time came where you two shared a hug. and then a kiss. which became rather frequent actually. you had goop covering you but the moment was too sweet to actually make you care about that. after all, it was pretty easy to wash off

he was your comfort, your light in the horrors of the hotel. you weren't sure about your safety being guaranteed but seek sure made you feel as if you were... home. he completed you, as weird as that sounds

you had begun to wander, calling out for your... boyfriend? you think. he certainly acted like it. the eyes normally covering the wall didn't seem to show either. which was a little odd. but you weren't too quick to be skeptical, as he was a monster, and was probably busy too. doing whatever... monsters do.

however, suspecting you've been travelling for more than an hour, the gut-feeling rising in your stomach did not make you want to continue. seek shouldn't be gone for this long- he normally wasn't. this wasn't normal. you were scared.

"seek? seek, hello-?" you didn't notice the tall, dark figure looming over you. he was sweating immensely with slime, just barely missing your shaking frame. "seek?" you whimper out, just a little above a whisper. taking a few steps forward, a giant hand singularly grabbed your neck, pulling you into its damp body.

you instantly knew by the texture it was seek, alarmed by his hostility. your smaller hands reach up to grab his own, weakly attempting to pry them off of your neck. screaming and pleading for help would only damage your vocal cords, given they were... currently being strangled.

you'd like to think a million thoughts ran through your head, questioning why this was happening, but it was totally blank. just a white slate. and maybe that's because you were literally dying, a weak little mouse in the hand of your boyfriend-turned-killer.

seek stared down at you with no remorse, no deep meaning in his eyes. they didn't even shine, either. he showed nothing toward you; he almost seemed disgusted. what went wrong? did you do something?

that would never be answered as your vision comes to a blur, your throat feeling crushed like an empty can. seek roughly threw you onto the ground, done with you. you could hear his footsteps faintly walking away, and you knew he didn't look back at you once. but that didn't matter- you were dead.

#doors #roblox doors #seek #roblox seek #roblox doors seek #doors seek #roblox doors x reader #roblox doors seek x reader #doors seek x reader #seek x reader #I love leaving interpretation to the readers but #story goes seek turned against you in a moment of realization #i'd imagine shriek had convinced him that you were dangerous and manipulative just to get rid of you #given shriek is a little shit #but he didn't think seek would fr kill you tbh #anyway r.i.p reader

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altschmerzes · 15 days

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LEARNING THAT THE HOMOPHOBIA ABUSE-FETISHIZATION MISOGYNY TERRIBLE 'SPORTS FICTION' BOOKS ARE STILL BEING WRITTEN/PUT OUT???? PLEASE FREE ME

#I CANT DO THIS GANG I CAN'T DO MORE FROM THIS LADY #I CANT DO MY WHOLE DASH BECOMING OBSESSED W THIS GARBAGE AGAIN #I CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT #gav gab #NOOOOOO #SOMEONE PUT AN E N D TO THIS #i cannot comprehend how anyone can enjoy this shit it's straight up vile lmao #the homophobia is violently disgusting the misogyny is overpowering #the racism is bizarre the abuse and trauma fetishizing is beyond fucking insulting #etc etc #also theyre just. bad. they're just Bad.#this woman can't WRITE come on!!!!!!#in the words of the shrieking shack READ ANOTHER BOOK #the fact that this woman's dogshit series has such a rabid fandom makes me insane #you really can write the most poorly written #bigotry riddled nonsense alive #and as long as it stars Beautiful Broken Emaciated White Boys #Who Brood And Smoke And Have Trauma But Only In A Sexy Mysterious Way #especially if they kiss #tumblr will fall over itself to fawn at your feet #it's insane lmao #i may take this woman's success a little personally #given how often my work has been compared to hers but also it's just #it's disgustingly homophobic and misogynistic and everything else #plus it's just fucking Bad

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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party king (steddie)

“You want me to what?”

“Go to a party with me,” Eddie says, looking at Steve like he’s the weirdo here. “What’s the big deal, King Steve? You’ve been to plenty of parties.”

“You know, no one actually called me that,” Steve tells him, abandoning his tapes to put his hands on his hips. “Billy started it. I think he just wanted people to call him a king.”

Eddie visibly considers this before nodding, like it makes sense. Which it does. Billy was, in Steve’s private thoughts, an egotistical maniac who needed to calm down.

May he rest in peace.

“But you’ll come to the party with me, right?”

“Give it up, Eddie,” Robin calls from where she’s rewinding tapes. “Steve hasn’t been to a party in forever. He’s basically a grandpa now.”

“Hey!” Steve objects. That’s rich, coming from her. Going to bed at nine some nights so he gets a few more hours of sleep before waking up in a cold sweat does not make him a grandpa. It just makes him traumatized

“Steeeeeeeve,” Eddie whines, widening his eyes until it looks like they’re going to pop out of his sockets. His exaggerated pout isn't going to do him any favors either. No matter what the kids say behind his back (looking at you, Henderson) he isn't a pushover.

“Why would I want to go to a high school party?” He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter. “I graduated. I have better things to do with my time.”

“Like lose arcade games to freshmen?” Robin asks. He flips her the bird.

“Please, Steve?” Eddie asks. “Pretty please? Pretty pretty please, with cherries and whipped cream and six little nuggets on top?”

“What the hell are you even saying anymore?”

“You want him to eat his babies?” Robin shrieks. “Like Kronos? Is one of them going to cut off his head and free the rest?”

Eddie’s eyes light up, and Steve slaps a hand over his mouth. He doesn’t know who that guy is, and he doesn’t want to deal with the two of them chattering over whatever movie villain he’s assuming is in their weird cult classic films when he still doesn’t know why Eddie is asking him to this party.

He doesn’t even flinch when Eddie licks his hand.

“I’ve been slobbered on by actual monsters,” he says flatly. “Your spit has zero effect on me.”

Eddie bats his eyes and gives his palm a kiss, right where he’d laved his tongue. Steve rolls his eyes and wipes his hand on the side of Eddie’s face.

“Hey!”

“Don’t dish what you can’t take,” Steve says. “Now, why exactly am I getting asked to go to a high school party?”

“Jessica Roberts needs some kush, and she asked me to sell there.”

“Okay? Still not answering my question.”

“There’s gonna be jocks at the party,” Eddie finally confesses, “and I don’t know if they’ll try shit. But given my track record lately…”

“So you need a bodyguard?”

“Hey!” Steve shouts, and is summarily ignored by everyone. So he does what any normal person would do, and slams an abandoned beer bottle against the edge of the counter so it shatters.

The jocks turn and look at him after that.

Steve glances down at the jagged edges of the bottle in his hands, flipping it like it’s his old ice cream scoop. Yeah, this should work.

“Leave him alone,” he says, steely inflection to his voice.

“Or what, Harrington?” One of them asks. “Heard you just been sittin’ in this room all night. What, you hanging around the queers now? Didn’t take you for a f-”

He stops talking when Steve grabs him by the hair and presses the broken bottle against his throat.

“Here’s what's gonna happen,” he says quietly, taking a look at his buddy. He’s let go of Eddie, a lot more spooked now that his friend is shaking in his Nike’s. “You’re going to leave this room. You’re going to leave Munson here alone. You’re not going to bother him, or anyone else in his dragon club ever again. If I hear that you or your little friends are fucking with him, I have a very nice nail-studded baseball bat in my trunk I’d be more than happy to introduce you to. Capisce?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” the guy that was holding Eddie says. “What the hell, Harrington?”

Steve doesn’t break eye contact with the guy he’s threatening. “Capisce?” He asks again, putting a little more force into the word.

“C-capisce.”

“Good,” he says, shoving him away. “Now get outta here.”

They scramble away. Steve walks over to the trash can and throws away the remains of the bottle, running a hand through his hair. He finally turns around to see Eddie staring at him with wide eyes, frozen.

“Sorry-”

“Fuck me.”

“What?”

Eddie’s entire face flushes, like he didn’t mean to say that. “Uh.”

Steve looks at him, and then around the kitchen they’re in. Glass and beer on the floor, music blasting loud enough to set him on edge, a crowd of people that look at him like a zoo exhibit. Fuck, his head hurts.

“Yeah, okay,” he decides. “We’re going to mine, though.”

“Wh-what?” Eddie looks like a deer in headlights, even though Steve’s offering exactly what he asked.

“I…have no idea what I’m doing,” Eddie confesses.

“Oh, are you not…” He trails off, gesturing towards Eddie’s back pocket. “I assumed…”

Eddie laughs abruptly, slapping a hand over his mouth like he startled himself with it. “You know hanky code, Harrington?”

“Can you call me Steve when you’re in my bed?” He’s already got his shirt off, for God’s sake. “Listen, man, if you don’t want this, it’s no biggie.” He starts to get off, and Eddie’s hand clamps over his thigh.

“No, no, no, don’t you dare. Just gimme a minute, I’m processing.”

“Processing,” he repeats flatly.

“Yes, processing. I’ve got the guy of my extremely virginal wet dreams shirtless on top of me. I did not think this would ever happen. I didn’t even know you were queer until tonight.”

Steve’s mouth shapes into an “o” of understanding. “You’re a virgin?”

“Jesus, could you focus on anything else I said?”

“You dream about me?”

“Let’s go back to the virgin part.” His fingers start nervously tapping against Steve’s leg.

“You’re not subtle,” Steve says flatly. “I know when you stare at my ass.”

Eddie colors in a flood of bright red. “What if I wasn’t? What if I was…uh, jealous or something?”

“I guess that’d make sense, since you’re flat as a board.”

“Wh—hey!”

#party king au #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve being unhinged is so fun #furthering my 'eddie has a flat ass' agenda one fic at a time #honestly i don't think steve is UNpopular after s1-2 like i feel like he'd exist in this weird space #where everyone likes him but he has no friends outside the party #and maybe he went to a couple of parties post s3 with robin but they got bored and bailed

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rafeschicana · 2 days

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𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚ just like her mama/daddy 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘

dad!rafe x mom!reader

the constant beeping woke you from your afternoon nap. only given birth three weeks ago naps with your newborn baby were routine. you blinked, slowly bringing your hands to your face and rubbing your eyes. it’s only when you hear a shriek, do you sit up in bed panicking. you quickly look to the left of your bed where your daughter’s bassinet is, finding it empty. after struggling with removing the throw blanket that was tangled between your legs, you leave the room in search of your newborn daughter and her father.

“i’m sorry baby i know, i know mama is smarter than daddy, please be patient” rafe whispers to the fussy baby who whines in his arms. “Just let me put you down for one second!” he pleads to a fussy ari. that is when you decide to help. “i got it” you giggle walking towards the bottle warmer rafe couldn’t get started. “sorry we woke you, babe, she’s hungry and i couldn’t get that shit on.” he mumbles.

“that’s okay, our baby is like her father very impatient..when he wants something.” you smirk making him shake his head. the sound of his raspy laugh calming the little bundle in his arms. “how are you feeling?” the simple question warming up your insides. rafe was already a loving husband before becoming a father. now seeing him as a dad almost brings you to tears every time. “im okay i needed that nap” you whisper running a finger down ari’s nose.

“she's so beautiful” you now understood what everyone says about moms believing they have the cutest newborn in the world. “just like her mama” rafe bent down placing a gentle kiss on your lips. he never fails to make you feel beautiful even though you thought you looked a mess. wearing one of rafe's shirts which now had spit-up stains. his own sweats were also covered in dried-up milk. it was all part of the new parent life. you'd get adjusted soon enough.

ari squirmed in her father’s arms. bottom lip forming a baby pout. “my princess don't you start i hate seeing you cry.” rafe cooed rocking back and forth. “it’s coming ari girl” pulling the bottle from the warmer you tested out the temperature on your wrist. “just needs a couple of seconds to cool down” your girl was very picky when it came to her milk temperature. if it was room temperature she wouldn't take it, spitting it right out with a whine. It needed to be the perfect in-between. “mama’s got milk okay let's go sit down” rafe moved towards the living room with you following behind.

immediately snuggling into both of your loves as they rested on the sofa. “it should be good” you smiled passing rafe ari’s bottle. “only three ounces lets see how fast she drinks this shit” rafe joked knowing his baby was a hungry little thing. “We might have to change her schedule to a bottle every two hours.” it'll be hard but maybe she'll sleep a little longer through the night.

“hey, hey slow down princess it ain't going anywhere” rafe gently removed the bottle from ari’s mouth. ari let out an angry breath, furrowing her eyebrows. “i think she's mad at you daddy” you giggled craning your neck to kiss his nose. rafe threw his head back in silent laughter “she looks so funny when she's mad” he brought the bottle back to her mouth. ari immediately going back to drinking her milk in slow gulps. “still cute though”

“just like her daddy” you whispered before letting your eyes close into slumber.

#rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe outer banks #dad!rafe cameron #dad!rafe

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bigskyandthecoldgun · 6 months

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based on this

steve's pov | dragon's pov

Her Dad has always been very lonely.

Even from when he’d found her in that horrible, dirty bush back when she’d been but a kitten, the bright, comforting smile on his face had been tinged with a sort of sadness so deep it made her mewl with sympathy, digging her scraggly little paws into his shirt as he’d picked her up, using the last of her strength to nuzzle into his chest. Dad had stayed sad in the strange, clean room with the person in the white coat as they had explained something to him, casting glances down at her as she’d struggled to hold herself up on shaky legs on the metal surface they’d placed her on.

Her fur had been cleaned, she’d been poked at and prodded and felt a whole lot better, and when Dad had taken her into the big house and placed her gently on the bed, telling her tales about someone named Nancy and her wit and her pretty face, and someone named Jonathan and his ability to keep up with the Nancy and make her happy, and how Dad was glad to have someone to talk to about all of it, that smile was back. The sad one. She hadn’t been given a name yet, but her Dad had given her care she hadn’t ever known, food and medicine and affection, and she loved him for it.

The Nancy and the Jonathan, whoever they are, are determinedly not loved by her, she’d decided that night, curled up on her Dad's chest as sleep overtook her.

The day after, the small boy, who she affectionately calls Curly in the privacy of her own mind while Dad calls him the Dustin, comes over and gets far too close to her. She panics and swats at his nose—claws sheathed, because he is smaller than Dad, and he isn’t the Nancy or the Jonathan—and he shrieks, a delighted smile on his face that isn’t tinged with loneliness like her Dad's. She hisses at him from the comfort of Dad's shoulder, a little raspy, and Curly makes a face.

“Her breath should be considered a weapon,” he tells Dad, and then a look of even more delight crosses Curly’s face. “Oh! You should name her Dragon! Fierce little monster with a breath weapon, it makes so much sense, Steve!”

Curly goes on rambling until Dad finally cuts him off. “Okay! Fine, her name’s Dragon,” he relents. “Happy?”

Dragon is okay with that name, if only because Dad's smile is not as sad when he tries to hide it from Curly as the boy whoops.

She grows big and strong, broad and intimidating, and Dad tells her every day how soft and shiny her fur is, how she’s such a sweet girl, how he thinks it’s funny when she roars at trespassers in their home. And, of course, the trespassers are many in number and often come into their home with little protesting from Dad, much to Dragon’s dismay. She loves her Dad and only her Dad. She likes the rest well enough, sure, but Dad is special.

Dragon spends the majority of her time practically attached to Dad. He gives her many pets and lets her sit atop his shoulders or his chest or his lap, always ready to guard him from the hands of other people. Dad is her human, not theirs. Even as they try to win her favor with treats and pets, Dragon turns her nose up at them with a hiss, her hackles raised. She needs not the fleeting affections of the smaller humans, or even the Nancy or the Jonathan, who she meets for the first time when they show up on her Dad's doorstep, telling him how they’re here to take the smaller ones away.

“Hi, Steve,” the girl says, and Dragon clambers her way up to her Dad's shoulders, making herself as large and imposing as possible. “Jonathan and I are here to take the boys home.”

Her Dad radiates sadness. Loneliness. The girl must be the Nancy.

“Aw, who’s this?” the boy—he must be the Jonathan—asks, reaching up towards Dragon, which is a definite no-no. He needs to learn. Dragon hisses in warning before swatting his hand, claws out, because Dad smells so dreadfully of loneliness that it makes Dragon’s heart ache. The Jonathan draws his hand back with a wince. Dragon purrs. “Ow.”

“Shit, sorry, I should’ve warned you,” Dad says, and Dragon feels indignant at the fact the Nancy and the Jonathan have made him feel as though he needs to apologize. “Dragon’s not exactly friendly.”

Dragon begs to differ. She’s plenty cordial with the children. She doesn’t even take her claws out to swat their hands away when they try to pet her. Petting her is Dad's job, not theirs. “That’s okay,” the Nancy says. She looks at Dragon and smiles. Dragon’s ears flatten against her head as she hisses again, and the Nancy’s smile falters. “Uh, sorry, Dragon. Are they ready to go?”

She aims the question at Dad, who nods and steps aside to let the parade of small ones out of the house. “See you guys around,” Dad says as he shuts the door, and he scoops Dragon from his shoulders, holding her out and up at arms’ length as he clicks his tongue and shakes his head fondly. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Dragon mewls. You’re welcome, Dad.

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t like people, I get it,” Dad sighs, tucking her against his chest.

She nuzzles at his jaw and meows again. I like people well enough. I just don’t like the Nancy and the Jonathan. They make you smile bad.

“I’m really the only person you can handle, huh?” Dad muses, scratching behind Dragon’s ears in the best of ways. Dragon purrs, making biscuits against his shoulder. “Little beast. Tiny baby creature. You’re the best.”

Dragon is neither tiny nor a baby anymore, but Dad seems intent on calling her his baby, which she doesn’t mind. She gives him a quiet mrrp and nudges him again. Make friends that make you smile good.

“You’re gonna have to learn how to deal with people sooner or later, Draggy. I think I wanna start dating again,” her Dad says.

She comes to learn that ‘dating’ means bringing strangers into their house and closing the door to the den. Dragon makes her protests very known, yowling and scratching at the door when strange noises start up behind it, hissing and swatting and biting at the strangers when they get too close to her, and getting between Dad and the trespassers at every opportunity. None of the strangers make his smile any less lonely. If anything, they only serve to make it worse, and none of them seem to realize it.

The only person that Dragon comes to really like is the Robin, who she likes to call Dots, because of all the little dots on her face. Dots never tries to push her into letting her pet her, keeps her hands to herself with Dad, and makes Dad's smile a lot less lonely. “She’s so sweet,” Dots says one day as Dragon sprawls herself out on Dad's lap, belly exposed for him to rub at with his blunt nails, just the way she likes. “Do you think she’d let me pet her?”

“Dragon doesn’t really let people pet her,” Dad says, and Dragon lets out a little mew of agreement. For some reason, it makes Dots and Dad laugh. “I mean, you can try, but it’s kind of a miracle she tolerates you enough to let you sit next to me.”

“I don’t wanna bother her,” Dots says, and Dragon promptly decides that she’s her favorite of all the strange people her Dad brings to the house.

Human litters are strange, Dragon has discovered. She can only assume that the humans, too stupid to name themselves, have roles that correspond to the strange words they call themselves, the same across the board. Each litter must have the Steve—her Dad's title among the group—who clearly leads the rest of them, the Dustin, who is the Steve’s apprentice, the Erica, who is second in command, the Mike, who is in charge of scowling, the Lucas, who is the Max’s companion and the one in charge of games with orange balls, the Max, who is the Lucas’ companion and the one who makes funny comments, the Will, who is in charge of breaking up arguments, and the El, who is the superhero. The Robin, of course, is in charge of being the Steve’s best friend. The Jonathan and the Nancy are still of little concern to Dragon, but she has determined they are in charge of moving the children in and out of the house. Again, totally unimportant.

The El and the Will don’t come around much anymore, and Dad says that this is because they are in California. Dragon doesn’t know what California is, but it’s a long word, which she usually only hears in reference to sicknesses. Dragon hopes the El and the Will get better soon. The Jonathan has also stopped coming around, and it’s curious that this development seems to make the Nancy’s smile just a bit like Dad's now.

Dragon had been entirely unaware that a human litter needs an Eddie until one comes barreling in one afternoon in the cold months, throwing his things unceremoniously onto the couch in the TV room and shouting Dad's title into the house. Dad is not home yet. He is off with Dots at what he calls ‘work.’ Dragon postures herself as big and scary as possible, ears flat against her head as the tall man with dark hair and clothes and dangly metal walks down the hallway, towards the kitchen. And—the audacity astounds her—he starts poking around in the cabinets, making himself a meal! How rude!

Dragon yowls, low and throaty, posted up in the doorway to corner him. “Oh, shit, Steve has a cat?” the man asks, crouching down but making no move to coax her closer. “Hey, buddy, what’s your name?”

Dragon blinks at him and meows. You’re a stranger in my home. Why would I tell you?

“Ah. Mrawr. Lovely name,” the man says, nodding. He purses his lips and an airy noise comes from him, kind of like that metal thing Dad uses on the stove every now and then. “You are huge. Not that that’s a bad thing. You’re very pretty.”

Preening a little, Dragon lets out a little mrrp of gratitude. Yes, I’m very pretty. My Dad takes such good care of me. Now, go away.

The door opens again. Aha! Finally, Dad is home, and they will be rid of this intruder, the stranger who hadn’t been told about Dragon, so he must be lost, he must be looking for a different human litter’s Steve. He isn’t scowling, so he must not be a Mike or a Max. His hair is curly, so perhaps he’s a Dustin? He is looking for a Steve, after all. Or perhaps he is a Robin, by that logic.

“Eddie! Hey! What’s up, man?” Dad asks, and—

Oh, his smile is so bright and finally free of the loneliness that plagues it.

Dragon has only ever seen him smile like that once before, when Dots and Curly had been at the house, the three of them playing some kind of game with the Erica. She needs to keep that version of Dad's smile around. It’s the best one, and far too rare. The rest of Dad's litter smiles like that all the time, and it wouldn’t do if Dad continues to only show that wonderful smile on special occasions. She dutifully steps aside as Dad moves into the kitchen.

This Eddie is the key, Dragon realizes. The key to making her Dad not so lonely anymore.

Dad and the Eddie embrace. Dragon has never seen Dad as relaxed as he is in the Eddie’s hold, save for when he’s asleep and Dragon is guarding his slumbering form. “Good to see you, dude,” the Eddie says. “You got any coffee?”

“You and your coffee,” Dad says, shaking his head as he pulls back, going all around the kitchen in a routine Dragon’s only seen in the mornings.

As her Dad and the Eddie—Dragon decides to call him Ink after one of Dad's comments about the strange black shapes on the Eddie’s arms—talk idly and sip at their coffees, Dragon observes. Dad has never seemed so at ease, so happy. There isn’t a trace of the loneliness anymore, not a single sad crease in his forehead. Ink even makes him laugh. So much, too! And Dad looks at Ink like he’d looked at the Nancy that first time she’d showed up on their doorstep. Wanting. Wistful.

Dragon makes a decision.

She will make sure Ink and Dad are never separated. She will convince Ink to spend more time with her Dad. She will keep her Dad happy. Her Dad will never be lonely again, not if Dragon has anything to say about it.

After a while of talking, Ink nods down at her. “You know, I’ve been meaning to tell you how cool your cat is,” he says. Dragon takes that as her cue to get up on her Dad's shoulders. She shudders at the prospect, but if she lets Ink pet her the next time he tries, surely Dad will realize that he must stay with them. She gives her Dad a reassuring purr and nudges his cheek with her face, and Ink smiles. “Dragon. A fitting name for a majestic beast.”

“I don’t know why she’s so unfriendly,” Dad sighs, reaching up to scratch behind Dragon’s fluffy ears. Dragon purrs even harder. When Ink makes a strange noise and reaches up to join her Dad in scritching behind Dragon’s ears, her Dad takes a step back. No! That’s not the plan! “Woah, careful, man, don’t want you to get clawed.”

The big smile on Ink’s face gets smaller, but somehow feels more private. “Cats don’t really like me, anyway, I don’t mind a little scratch or two,” he says, stepping closer to offer his hand up for Dragon to sniff.

Dragon doesn’t even need to sniff him, though he smells strongly of outdoors. He’ll smell enough like Dad sooner or later. She just pushes her face against his knuckles. Pet me, you imbecile. Show Dad how you will love us.

She even keeps purring to drive the point home. “Holy shit, she doesn’t do that with anybody,” Dad says. Yes! He’s getting it!

They continue their conversation, and Dragon feels herself getting shifted into her Dad's arms, so she nuzzles against him. Dad is talking about things that don’t interest her, strangers and the like, so she meows pointedly and licks his face. Tell the Eddie he needs to stay. We don’t have one yet.

Finally, the conversation points to her in a favorable way. “Well, maybe you just have to find somebody she likes,” Ink says, scratching under her chin. She meows again and squints, tilting her chin up. She’s really going all out here. Dad better get her point. Ink makes a strange sort of sound. “Aw, see? She’s a sweet girl. I’m sure she’ll have a soft spot for someone other than yourself soon enough.”

“Draggy,” Dad coos in his play-voice, “will you please let Daddy get laid? Be all sweet and good instead of biting people’s ankles?”

Dragon doesn’t know what any of that means, but it clearly makes Ink horrified enough to drag the conversation elsewhere, which, again—annoying. Neither of them are getting her point, not even when Dad shifts her so that her tummy’s facing up and she lets Ink give her belly rubs. Belly rubs! Those are not given lightly, and Dad must realize it, because Ink comes over a lot more often after that.

She always makes sure Ink and Dad are sitting together, lets Ink pet her—and, admittedly, he’s pretty good at it—and watches to make sure Dad's smile never turns lonely. And it doesn’t, not with Ink around. Dragon changes nothing about how she interacts with other people, but she gets clingy to the Eddie, trying to show her Dad that he should be, too. Dad even lets the Eddie into the den, lets him lay on the pillows beside him as they talk and talk about things that Dragon doesn’t understand and doesn’t particularly care to.

But Ink is not close enough. On one memorable occasion, Dragon even paws at his arm until he gets the hint to scoot closer, and she thinks that if her Dad could purr, he would. Dad doesn’t get the hint, though, even still, because even though Dragon is pretty sure the Eddie of the human litter is supposed to provide love to the Steve, Dad doesn’t seem to realize he can. Dragon even lets Dots get in a scratch to her chin, just to show Dad that if even she can let other people in, so can he.

“You are killing me, you little menace,” Dad tells her one night when Ink isn’t in the room, but he’s still in the house. “Why do you like Eddie so much, huh? I mean, sure, he’s funny and he’s nice, but it’s not like you can understand what he says, you don’t speak English.”

Dragon meows indignantly at him from where she sits on his lap. I understand enough to know that this Eddie is the Eddie you should keep.

“Yeah, yeah, I see your point. Eddie is pretty great,” her Dad mutters.

Dragon yawns, because the little song and dance her Dad is doing about his silly feelings is exhausting, and starts making biscuits on his thighs, then purrs. He is. And you deserve that. You should not be lonely, and he makes you un-lonely.

“Okay, so he’s handsome, too, but I don’t see how that’s appealing for you, you’re a cat,” Dad huffs. Dragon watches him pause, then his face goes all pink, and he looks funny. “Well, that’s—it doesn’t appeal to me, either, I guess.”

Dragon gives him an inquisitive little mrrowp? in response. What does handsome mean? You should let him give you whatever pets for humans are.

Her Dad makes air push out of his mouth for a while. “Look, Draggy, you gotta find someone else you like. Eddie can’t be the only other person you can tolerate, it’s just not realistic,” he tells her. Rude. She tolerates everybody.

Dragon roars. The Eddie loves you, so I love him. What’s so hard to understand about this? You love him, too, if you would stop being obtuse about it.

Dad has the audacity to shush her, even if he does give her some pets. “Yeah, I know, and I like having him around, too—”

“Talking to your cat about me, Stevie?” Ink asks.

Dragon makes a whole big show of letting Ink give her tummy rubs, keeping her eyes on Dad the whole time. See? You could have this, too. Just be brave. But, unfortunately, Dad doesn’t get the hint, because while he puts Ink in clothes scented by him, Ink sleeps in one of the dens for guests rather than in Dad's den. Fine. If Dad won’t get the message, maybe his Eddie will.

She sits outside of the door to the guest den Ink sleeps in and yowls and cries until he comes out to pick her up and put her on Dad's bed. “Please tell your daughter to stop screaming at me,” he says, and Dragon gets dragged into her Dad's lap. The Eddie turns to leave, which is outrageous! All of that work, for what? Dragon lets out an indignant cry, and Ink turns back around. “Oh my God, what?!”

Dragon gives him a little chirp and trots to the edge of the bed, nosing at his hand. Sleep in here, Dad is so lonely when he sleeps.

“Draggy, let Eddie go to bed,” Dad protests. Dragon resists the temptation to tell him to stay out of it, because he is still her Dad and must be respected.

“Yes, Dragon, I need my beauty sleep,” Ink tells her, which is further infuriating, because Dad already thinks he’s pretty! He stares at Ink all the time! When the Eddie turns to leave again, Dragon yowls again and takes his hand into her mouth to try and drag him towards Dad. Ink looks to Dad, probably for guidance. The Steve is the leader, after all. “Does she want me to stay here?”

They exchange more words, which is a terrible bore, but Ink clambers into the bed, so Dragon is triumphant. They’re not close enough, though, not as close as the humans on the TV that make Dad sigh wistfully, so Dragon pushes against Ink’s back and doesn’t stop pushing until he scoots a little closer. Still, it’s not enough.

“She keeps pushing at my back,” the Eddie says. “Why is your cat so strong, dude?”

Dragon is so busy being pleased at the comment that she nearly misses what her Dad says in response. “I can take her out of the—”

She lets out a panicked screech, as loud as she can. No! You’ll never do this on your own! I have to help, so I have to be here until you figure it out!

Neither of them make any further threats to remove her, so she just keeps idly nudging at Ink’s back. After so much chatter, really, humans have got to be more direct with each other, the Eddie takes initiative, leaning close to her Dad's face. Finally, finally, they look the way the humans on TV do, and Dragon quietly makes her way off of the bed as the strange noises that usually mean she gets locked out of the room begin, meowing when there’s a pause.

I will stay out of your way, Ink. Please make him happy.

Dragon heads down the hall and curls up on the bed of the guest den, too tired from her matchmaking efforts to be kept up by the increase of noises from the room next door.

To be given her proper credit the next morning, she politely snatches up one of the shirts on the floor—the one that smells like Dad but the one Ink had been wearing—and waits for her Dad to see her up on the bed before swishing her tail smugly. When Ink sees, he cackles. Dragon can tell that he will live up to his title. The Eddie will make the Steve happy, just as he’s meant to.

Honestly, Dad should listen to her more often. Dragon has very good ideas.

#dragon's pov as promised #she thinks they're too dumb to come up with names so she names the ones she likes best!!!#thinking of doing a sequel where nancy is enlisted for catsitting and it goes. Very Interestingly #we will see #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve x eddie #robin buckley #there is nothing more important than platonic stobin

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smallestapplin · 7 months

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My inmate

Wriothesley x male reader.

Cw : inmate reader, office fucking, reader is called pretty boy and good boy.

🔞Minors do not interact! Adult situations stay adult situations.🔞

A commissions from a friend.

You’re an odd inmate, one Wriothesley keeps his eyes on. Most would assume it’s because you’re an escape artist, though they’d only be half right. You love the thrill of breaking into places you don’t belong, but it’s never to truly get out of the fortress of Meropide.

Your antics have Wriothesley enamored, you always break into his office just to visit him, and it’s given him many laughs at seeing you at his desk waving at him.

But he can’t deny the risk.

And how much he loves it, like he does you.

“C’mon pretty boy, that’s it. Fuck, doing so good for me.”

You whine, feeling his hot breath fan across your neck before he litters your bare skin with kisses.

“Mm…W-Wriothesley it’s so much.”

Your back is against his chest, your legs spread being kept open with his, leaving your needy cock on his display for anyone who’d walk into his office.

He made sure to lock the door, however, you’re for his eyes only.

His dick throbs at your whines.

“My poor little inmate. Don’t worry, I know you can take it.”

His dick is only halfway inside you, and from your other encounters with him, you know you still have so much to go.

“Shhh there we go, almost in, handsome.”

He slides a calloused hand up your stomach and to your pecs, thumb rubbing across your nipples. Wriothesley chuckles at your jerky reaction, watching your body twitch against his gentle touches, while his cock carefully slides into your ass.

He bites his bite, breathing out heavily before tossing his head back against his chair.

“Shit!…fuckin’ hell, you feel so good. Relax, you’re squeezing me so tightly.”

“M’sorry! Just, feels good, so deep.”

You lean your head back against his shoulder, trying to take deep breaths and relax for him. Wriothesley leans forward, kissing your cheek and nuzzling against your neck. His free hand stroking your inner thigh until he can move again.

“Can you go faster? Please?” You plead breathlessly, but he’s happy to oblige.

“Want more, baby boy?” You can feel his sharp grin on your neck.

“Who am I to deny such a good boy, asking so politely.”

You choke on the air, feeling your breath being punched from your lungs from him pushing his cock inside you. Wriothesley always fills you up so well, making you feel so full.

“Move..! Please please Wrio move!”

His rough and calloused hands move to your hips, lifting you halfway off his cock before swiftly pulling you back down. You arch your back, tossing your head back against his shoulder as you cry out. Your hands gripping his, clawing at them for something to hold onto you.

Wriothesley bites his lip groaning at how your ass squeezes around him so nicely, like you want him to cum.

Your squeals echo in his office. Your drool slides down your chin as he fucks you, slamming deeper and deeper inside you, before your shriek, your body tensing only to fall limp.

“Oh? My pretty boy liked that?” He moans in your ear, nipping at your neck.

You try to grind back in time with each rut of his hips but his movements are too quick, using you like a well-loved toy. Your cock smacks against your stomach with his feverish thrusts, getting your pre everywhere.

“M-m’close! Gonna cum!”

The tip of his cock hits your prostate, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You practically shriek, feeling one of his hands grab your dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

“Too much! Oh fuck—!!”

“Give it to me, c’mon make a mess on me.”

Your cock is twitching in his hand, while you can feel his throbbing inside you.

With one final thrust you break, wailing as your cum coats his desk, thighs, and stomach. Your tear-filled eyes roll back at feeling his thick hot cum painting your insides white.

“I love that face when you cum. You’re addicting.”

You pant, laying limp against the large man, but can’t stop the airy chuckle that leaves you as he kisses your neck and cheek.

“How do you feel?”

“Amazing….archons above that was so good.”

You can feel him puffing with pride.

With light shuffling you blink, seeing his coat being placed over your bare body.

“Wait, wait it’ll get dirty.” You panic, but he brushes your worries away.

“It’ll be an easy clean, I wanna keep you here a little longer before cleaning you up.”

He wants you to keep his cock warm while he lavishes you in kisses.

“You did so good, such a good boy for me. I love you.”

You snuggle against him, holding his coat tightly around you in the comfort of his arms.

“Love you too, handsome.”

He knows you two can’t stay like this for long with his work, but he’s going to take every chance he gets to keep you like this.

He doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞#x male reader #genshin x male reader smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact x male reader smut #genshin wriothesley x male reader smut #genshin impact wriothesley smut #genshin wriothesley x reader smut

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Steve came home from work one day pissed as hell. His coworker had made three of his little ones cry, the service dog that was supposed to visit the long-term patients was cancelled last minute, Dustin texted him to cancel their weekly phone call because he and Suzie were fighting, Hopper had to postpone his monthly check-in because El caught a stomach bug at school, and Mrs. Ryans stopped him in the lobby to tell him that she's praying his "no good devil worshipping roommate" received the damnation he supposedly deserves.

So Steve burst into his home, fuming, face flushed red in his anger, and startled poor Eddie out of his armchair. "I called Mrs. Ryans a stupid old hag and I'm not apologizing!" He announced, practically throwing his shoes into their proper place. "She's stupid and I hope she breaks her other hip."

Eddie started his usual task of making brownies (he's a firm believer that chocolate can make anything better, and he knows that Steve's got an almost pavlovian response to the smell of brownies now) while Steve changes out of his scrubs and into something more comfortable. He'd completely bypassed his own closet, instead stealing one of Eddie's prized Iron Maiden tees to go with his threadbare pajama bottoms. Eddie opened his mouth to ask what had happened that day to make Steve so upset, but Steve didn't let him.

"Seriously, why does she hate you so much? You're like the sweetest person ever. So I told her to stop talking shit about you, and she was like, 'why should I,' so I told her that my baby sister would slap the wig off her bald little head if she kept being shitty to my boyfriend, and I might have actually given her a heart attack. Should we go check on her?" Eddie froze at Steve's admission; first of all, a baby sister?? But, more pressing, boyfriend. "Oh, my god, I might have killed our elderly neighbor. El wouldn't actually slap her! Wait, yes she would. She's still learning social norms and I don't think Hop told her that hitting old people is frowned on. I don't- does Hop know not to hit old people? Eddie, my dad might abuse the elderly."

"Stevie, honey, slow down," he finally settled on. Eddie bypassed their little dining table to sit Steve on the couch. "One thing at a time. Mrs. Ryans is not dead, we'd have heard all the munchkins singing by now."

"I'm not going to prison for shocking our neighbor to death, Eddie, I'd rather be melted into a giant flesh monster," Steve piped up. Eddie didn't have time to unpack whatever that meant, so he ignored it.

"You're talking about your sister like she's not used to humans."

"She's not, really. She was ex- she was, um, bad home life. Before we met. She's Hopper's daughter now, but before, her dad fucked her up. Like, doomsday, raise the children in isolation, fucked up." Steve was marginally calmer, but his anger gave way to nerves as everything he'd said caught up with him. "I called you my boyfriend."

"Good to know you've got beauty and brains, sweetheart," Eddie cooed at him, smacking an exaggerated kiss to his cheek. "Not every day I have such a cute guy screaming at old ladies for me."

"J-just the one old lady. You're not mad I called you my boyfriend?" Eddie paused there, giving Steve the flattest stare he could manage.

"Steve. I've been flirting with you for two years. Bruce has been trying to get me to propose to you for one of those two years."

"Bruce just had a baby, he should worry about-"

"Bruce tried to explain to you that we're dating and you called him a funny guy, honey. Congrats, you're the last to know."

"We're dating?" Steve shrieked, and Eddie couldn't help but laugh. Steve's face was so incredulous, like he really had no idea, and as sad as it was to see that, it was just too funny to Eddie that they'd been dating in almost every sense for more than a year before Steve seemed to be aware of it. "Are you telling me I could have kissed you this whole time?"

"Well, yeah, obviously. Stevie, you really didn't know? I thought it was obvious how much I love you, sweetheart."

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson #eddie and steve #roommates au #the party #here's how they get together #as a lil treat #because im going to make them suffer later

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more more more more aftg show bloopers (p 4?? I think?) whoop whoop de fuckin whoop

Neil's actor being a huge Duolingo dork and in the behind the scenes while the other actors are fooling around between takes you can often see him with his head bent and hear the little 'ping!'s coming from his phone

also during late night shoots, as it gets closer to midnight he always has a point where he's like SHIT my Duolingo streak. and then just blocks out everyone while his fingers fly over his screen

(fans make compilations of him proudly showing his Duolingo streak to the camera and the number grows as the seasons progress)

(he definitely is the kinda bitch who cares more about maintaining the streak than actually learning languages)

actually omg while we're on the topic of languages

Kevin's actor tenderly reciting his French lines to Matt's actor and Matt's actor is just smitten. and he goes "say something else, love" and Kevin's actor strokes his cheek while saying another one of his lines and Matt swoons

(then Kevin's actor turns to the camera and goes "I just told him that he's a disappointment and is going to get his ass handed to him by ravens if he doesn't do exactly as I say" and, from the ground, Matt's actor goes "hell yeah you did. talk dirty to me any day of the week you sexy, sexy man")

coach's actor is always swearing to the point where they implement a swear jar...really it's just something for the kids to jokingly rag on him about, but he goes with it, and every so often they'll empty the jar to buy the cast and crew pizza

they're filming outside at night and it's cold and in between takes Matt's Aaron's and Renee's actors are all huddled together for warmth and Matt's actor gets pulled aside to get his makeup touched up and the other two just shriek at the absence of his heat and catch up to him to tuck themselves against him again

Andrew needs to snap his fingers in one scene but everyone finds out that day that his actor doesn't know how to snap so he has a little impromptu snapping lesson and of course it turns into everyone else trying to one-up each other with their snapping abilities

Nicky's actor telling everyone what he's going to steal from set (will literally say"[about Allison's bathrobe] damn that shit soft as hell. Ive been needing a new bathrobe actually. I'm stealing this" or "I'm stealing this lighter/bandana/sunglasses/etc") but because his humor is so dry everyone thinks he's joking. until months later. when the prop department can't find shit

Renee's actress is doing something completely mundane but Neil's and Allison's actors start narrating what she's doing like they're in a nature documentary (always with Australian accents for some reason??)

"and our specimen now reclines herself vertically on a piece of furniture us humans know as 'a desk.' this clearly less-developed creature seems not to understand the purpose of such an object. but given that this is her first time outside her natural habitat (the jungle) her lack of familiarity with modern technology is to be expected"

Renee's actress: *flips them off*

"ah and here we witness one of the most common behaviors of this specimen. specialists have dubbed it 'flipping the bird,' and explain it as a nonverbal expression of affection" "oh fuck off"

photo from another cold night-shoot and it's of Matt's and Dan's actors, she's standing in front of him zipped up in his hoodie, just her head poking out and they're having a conversation with other castmates like it's the most normal thing in the world, looking the very image of the couple they play

so much glorious content from shooting the dorm sleepover scene. the most popular thing to come from it is a picture from after they wrapped where the cast and some members of the crew had moved even closer to each other amid all the blankets and are asleep on top of each other

Andrew's actor will sometimes actually eat the ice cream he's given instead of just pretending to eat it, and halfway through the scene he casually mentions that he's lactose intolerant and sends the crew into a worried frenzy

if you haven't clocked it yet, these bitches are competitive. and one day, one thing led to another, and soon a bunch of the actors are all being filmed having a plank-holding competition. Dan's actress is the first to drop and she gets booed at for it because "you're an ex-stripper where tf is that upper body strength?"

she flips them off and goes to sit on Kevin's actor, hoping to squash his plank, but instead he starts doing push ups with her on his back. she grins

(Rikos actor wins that competition btw. and Neil's actor goes on a rant about "we succumbed to the ENEMY? a RAVEN? your characters would be ashamed of you" (he also lost?))

Allison's actress pretending to do a get-ready-with-me using all the stuff on Allison's vanity

Wymack's actor falling asleep in The Dad Pose™ when they're shooting a scene on the bus. and everybody gathers in to take pictures

when Kevin and Neil get all up in each other's faces their actors will pretend like they're going to kiss each other

not really a blooper but just all the actors for the foxes and the ravens mingling together in between takes and it looks so wrong

give me all the actors constantly taking the piss out of their characters

for ex during a scene where the monsters are in the car on the way to Edens, Nicky's actor looks towards the backseat where everyone is in character and goes wow what a fun crowd we are you'd never believe we're about to hit the club

night shoots are a. struggle. for Dan's actress. and the others love to take videos of her just standing on her mark with the most spaced out expression on her face

Andrew's and Neil's actors are shooting one of their typical intense, deep scenes and after one take, as soon as "cut" is called, Andrew's actor grabs Neil's face and starts serenading him with the song that's been stuck in his head all day

Renee's actress getting scolded for sneaking snacks into her costume

when Nicky's actor messes up a line (and he's the least likely of everyone to do it) he starts spewing Spanish

Andrew's actor constantly teasing his brother and Katelyn's actress whenever they have scenes together

like the two of them will just be talking together in between takes and Andrews actor will be behind the camera recording them and saying shit like "look at that MINYARD RIZZ" (or he'll use their actual last name) "hey btw [Katelyn's actor] I taught him everything he knows"

that scene where the foxes are rushing out of the dorm to check on their destroyed cars and Matt's actor just faceplants (Neil's actor: "wow. the dedication")

in one scene or other Allison's actress is drinking an iced drink and during one take she just keeps calmly shaking the ice around in her cup until one by one everyone cracks

in one scene Allison's actress is wearing sunglasses. and in between takes she lies down and on camera you can see Kevin and Matt's actors whispering trying to figure out whether or not she's sleeping because they can't see her eyes

Aaron's actor always using Neil's actor as a pillow during car scenes because they're always next to each other and they're actually hella tight irl

the kids love to steal any props that coach's actor needs to use (pens clipboards etc) before they start rolling just so they can watch him try to subtly fidget trying to find his prop before they get to the point in the scene where he actually needs it

all the actors just taking pictures together in the most brutal settings on set.

like Neil's makeup has his face all busted and everyone wants a selfie with him. they all have a photoshoot with the trashed cars. they have another one in front of the "happy 19th birthday junior" set. Neil is tied up at The Nest while they change his hair and Jean's and Riko's actors take selfies with him. another photoshoot with Neil handcuffed in the police car. all these settings in terrible scenes and the actors are in front of them with grins and peace signs

they're terrible.

#are y'all bored yet?#aftg #aftgtv #neil josten #kevin day #aaron minyard #matt boyd #andrew minyard #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds #renee walker #david wymack

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All Falls Down - Chapter 12: The Finale

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Kiyana woke up the next morning in a good ass mood, her pussy still tender to touch. Joe had wore her ass out in the best way possible. She let out a tiny moan as her pussy clenched as she thought about all the nasty shit she and Joe did last night.

“Fuck,” Joe groaned out “This pussy do fuckin good.” he groaned into her ear before burying his face in her neck, sucking a bruise into her carmel skin. Kiyana moaned as she raked her nails down his back, leaving red marks. “You know this my pussy now right?” He grunted, hips stuttering, close to his climax. “ Ain’t never letting you go.”

She sat up in the bed, still naked when Joe walked into the room dressed in his workout gear holding a bag of takeout food in one hand a styrofoam cup of orange juice.

“I’m surprised, you’re up.” He said in a cocky tone, causing Kiyana to snort and roll her eyes. “I gotchu something to eat.” She thanked him and took the platter, doing a little happy dance when she saw he got her french toast - her absolute favorite. Kiyana noticed as she took her first bite that he didn’t have anything to eat.

“Not hungry?”

“I am.” He smirked, “just in the mood for something else.” He said, eyeing her hungrily as she set her food container to the side and removed the sheets off her body.

“So, what you gon do about it?” She asked, smirking and cocking her head to the side. She let out a shriek/laugh when Joe pounced on her, attacking her neck with kisses.

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his discarded phone on the floor. He didn’t even know how long he'd been sitting there. All he knew was that he was numb and he was hurt. Josh knew he didn’t have a right to be hurt, because he cheated first. But for Kiyana to run to Joe of all people? It stung, it stung a lot.

He reached down and snatched the phone off the floor, glaring at his lockscreen. The picture of him , Kiyana and their kids staring back up at him. They all looked happy, he remembered when he took that picture of the five of them.

Josh had just picked up Kamari from school, Kaiden was sitting on Kiyana’s lap acting like the jealous baby boy because Kairo was getting ‘all the lovin from mommy. Josh remembers just standing by the living room entrance just watching his little family and he knew then, he had to break things off with Shanté, he wasn’t willing to give up his family for her. But that was then and this was now. He could forgive Kiyana if it was anybody else, but Joe? His couisn.. nah he didn't think he could forgive her for that.

Uh-oh, Kiki. We got company.” Joe chuckled as the bus pulled up to the back of the arena where the superstars entered. Kiyana stood from the couch and walked over to the window, letting out a sigh as Josh stood, leaning against the parking sign that had ‘Reserved for Roman/Joe Anoa’i’ written on it. He was angry, his jaw was clenched, arms crossed tight over his chest and he was muttering to himself.

“You think he knows what we did?”

“I know he knows.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who had an indifferent look on his face. “He deserved Kiyana.”

“Leati, what did you do?” She scoffed, grabbing her bag and trying to walk off the bus but Joe grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Does it matter? “ He was confused as to why she was mad at him. “Y’alls marriage is over Kiyana.” Kiyana narrowed her eyes at Joe and snatched her arm out of his grip. “He deserves to feel the hurt you felt.” Kiyana ignored him and stepped off the bus and stood face to face with Josh, who tried to move her out of the way.

“Imma deal witcho’ ass in a minute.” He growled, lip curling in disgust as he looked at her.

“Hey!” She yelled, “ Josh stop!” She exclaimed as she tried to block his way onto the bus.

“No fuck that Kiyana!” He screamed back. “How could you Key? With him of all fuckin’ people? And y’all had the fuckin’ nerve to call me!” Kiyana reared back as if he slapped her. How could she?

“How could I? No, how the fuck could you Joshua!” Kiyana was pissed off now. “You cheated on me, your wife first!” Joe called Josh while they were having sex?! She glared over at the bus where she could see Joe looking at the two of them out of the window.

“And I apologized!” He boomed back, bringing her attention back to him. “I apologized and we agreed we would work through it by going to therapy with Dr. Anderson.” Kiyana scoffed and shook her head.

“That was until I found out you were planning on actually leaving me to be with her! I gave you everything! Gave up my career so I could stay home and raise our kids while you traveled all over the world! And you gave up twenty-three years for someone who has slept with multiple of your coworkers. You gave your family up for some slut.”

“And you slept with my cousin so what does that make you?”

Kiyana gaped at him and Joe decided it was time to intervene but just like the day before ,Josh couldn’t control himself. He put all his weight into the punch, knocking Joe back into his bus, shaking it.

“You supposed to be my family!” Josh wasn’t stopping until he hurt Joe. Not even when the arena security came over and tried to pull him off of Joe and when they pulled his arms behind his back cuffing him, Josh started stomping on Joe the best he could.

As he was pulled away and placed in the cop car, he had his eyes on Kiyana the entire time, she wanted him to hurt, wanted him to feel the pain she felt, wanted him to feel like his heart was being ripped from his chest.. And she succeeded.

About two hours later, Josh was finally released from jail, with a hefty fine and a 2 week suspension. He sighed as he saw Kiyana waiting for him.

“Whatchu’ doin here Key?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. He was ready to go home. To get away from everybody and everything.

“Just get in the car, Joshua. We have a plane to catch.” Kiyana was already told about Josh’s suspension and took it upon herself to get all his stuff from his hotel room and surprisingly get him a ticket on the same flight she was on to go back to Pensacola.

As they were driving to the airport, Josh couldn’t help but stare at Kiyana, his wife. His loving, caring, heart breaking wife.

“How am I suppose to live without you Key?” He whispered and Kiyana cut her eyes over at him before looking back at the road.

“I don’t know Josh.” She whispered back, “How am I supposed to live without you? How am I going to raise the boys without you living in the same house?”

“I’m sorry Kiyana.” He said, not caring about the tears now falling down his face. “I fucked up so bad.”

“I’m sorry too. About sleeping with Joe.” He winced and closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

“I can’t live without you Kiyana. So I'm willing to forgive you and move on from this.” Kiyana furrowed her eyebrows and pulled over to the emergency lane, putting on the hazard lights.

“What Josh-”

“I am willing to forget and forgive you if you never speak to Joe again.” He cut her off, finally looking over at her and meeting her eyes. “Can you do that?”

Kiyana was confused as hell. In her mind the marriage was over, there was no coming back from both of their infidelity. He had an affair for four months and she slept with his cousin who he had considered a brother… She started to shake her head.

“Josh we can’t”

“Kiyana, please. I’ve been witchu’ all my life and I can’t, I can’t live without you so please.” She stared at him, mouth opening and closing as she tried to answer him. She could live her life without talking to Joe. It wouldn't be hard but she also knew how petty and vindictive her husband could be so,did she want to spend the rest of her life with him bringing up her sleeping with Joe everytime they had an argument? ..

“Kiyana, please.”

Could she go back to living her life with Josh pretending they were this happy ass couple?

Y'all know I love cliffhangers lmao.. WELP. This is it. The final chapter.

Once again I want to thank each and every single person who has showed love for this story. I will forever love you guys.

And don't forget, THE SEQUEL IS ON THE WAY!

Do y'all think Kiyana stays with Josh? And if she does will it be too hard for them to move past all of the infidelity?

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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A FEW OF YEW WANTED THIS-

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“Toji!” You giggle, squirming away from him as fast as you can, only for a beefy hand to wrap around your ankle and drag you back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He smirks, catching your other flailing ankle before lifting them in one hand, his now free one smacking your butt playfully. You whine at the playful little hits, but you shriek with laughter as his blunt nails drag down the back of your knees, his grip on your ankles tight as you yank. “This is personal now.”

“I’m sorry!” You manage between giggles.

You’re loud enough you don’t hear the door open and close, nor the footsteps slowly coming up the stairs, and through your teary eyes, you see two figures standing in the doorway.

“Help me!” You whine.

Toji moves his tickling from your knees to your hips, then turns to the two dark haired men in the doorframe. Rintaro merely smirks at him while Suguru crosses his arms. “‘Sup?”

“Nothing,” Rintaro chuckles. Then, he tips his head and gives you a fake pout, “and how did we poke the bear this time, troublemaker?”

“I dihihidnt!” You giggle, knowing full well you are more than deserving being punished.

“I call bullshit,” Suguru confesses.

“You should!” Toji shakes his head, “little fucker had the nerve to call me old after i did her oil change!”

“Annnd there it is,” Rintaro teases. “The truth comes out.”

“Make him stohohop!” You beg, using your weaker grip to try and dislodge his hands from your hips. “I-I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Alright, alright,” Suguru chuckles, making his way to the bed. He sits down next to you and kisses the giggles falling from your lips, and you let your mind appreciate the kiss and stop struggling in Toji’s wrath. He hums at Toji, “better call it. She’s all whiney now.”

“I would argue that’s when she’s at her best,” toji grumbles, but he ultimately does let you go, and you scramble away from him and into Suguru’s arms.

He snorts and holds you close, “it’s alright baby, I won’t let the bad man torture you anymore.”

“You’d better,” you huff. Your eyes shift to rintaro, who you also make a grabby hand for.

He pulls a face “ew, I don’t want to sit next to suguru, he’s gross.” He teases as he makes his way to the bed.

Suguru rolls his eyes, “you’re the one who just got out of practice.” Rintaro mimics him as he plops down on the other side of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Toji crosses his arms, “I hope you learned your lesson, brat,” he grumbles.

“I was just teasing you,” you huff. “You’re not old. Or not that old anyways.” When he furrows his brows, you snicker and curl into Suguru more.

“I can only protect you so much, babygirl,” he chuckles, letting his thumb smooth over your hip as he cradles you. “You know toji never strikes unprovoked.”

“Yuh-huh he does!” You grumble. “All the time! Like if you don’t love me, just say that.”

“Oh don’t give me any of that,” toji smirks. “As if I don’t fold for your shit constantly.”

“Lover boy,” rintaro snickers, ignoring Toji’s glare. Then, he turns back to you and rests his head on your shoulder, “he didn’t get you last night when you jammed your cold ass feet in his sweats.”

“Only because you wouldn’t let me do it to you,” you giggle.

Suguru hums, “he also didn’t strike when you blew a raspberry at him when he asked for a bite of your ice cream.”

“I wouldn’t have given any of you a bite,” you hum. It earns you a poke from Suguru, and you yelp and skitter into Rintaro’s side now; he happily wraps his arm around you victoriously. “Rinnie, protect me.”

“Yeah, let me protect you against Mr body builder and Mr has the house under his name,” he snorts. “I have a death wish, but not by them.” He nuzzles at you with his nose, “but it’s okay. I still love you even though you fuck around and constantly find out.”

“Thanks, Rin.”

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@throwmethroughawindow @reverie-starlight @lithielana LOOKIN AT YOU THREE-

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koufli · 9 months

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Halloween night. Nsfw!

𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳.

Modern au.

It was Halloween night, and in your opinion, the best night of the year. You’ve always loved the creepy vibes to October, staying in with friends and watching horror movies until you both shit yourselves screaming, and the best part was going out into scary mazes at Halloween amusement parks. The thrill of Halloween just never failed to excite you, and here you find yourself with Gaz, soap, and Price being the one who was forced to come.

You knew he liked it, he just hated admitting it. He especially hated admitting that it scared him, because, oh no, it was ‘too immature’ for him.

“He’s not replying.” You suddenly huff out, getting a soft scoff from Gaz.

“Seriously, [name,] you need to get a better boyfriend. He’s clearly not interested.” His gruff voice sighs out casually. Your mouth hangs agape. Harsh much? But Gaz only gives you a simple shrug, not an ounce of shame on his face. Price observes the situation as Soap chimes in. “Yi’ll need a better boyfriend. Gaz is richt, ye Ken? He’s a glaikit pumpin’ prick anyways.” He huffs out, but you couldn’t help the smile of amusement shared between Gaz and Price.

“English, mate.” Price reminds, all of you stepping forward in the line.

“Oh! He replied. He says he’ll meet us in the maze.” You smiled before clicking your phone off and stuffing it in your back pocket. The three men share discreet looks before brushing it off anyways.

As you all advanced to the front, you paid and entered, the three men chatting and laughing away as if this was going to be a breeze for them.

Shock horror, it wasn’t.

As soon as the first worker jumped out with a horrifying mask and a chainsaw roaring in their faces unexpectedly, his voice making a spine-chilling shriek, the first reaction of Soap was to grab a hold of Gaz and shout aloud. “Awa' an' bile yer heid, bas! given me a hert attack..” You too grabbed onto Price with a squeal as he clutched his chest and heaved out like he was in the middle of a heart attack, Gaz too hunching over from the scare.

You couldn’t help but wheeze out a laugh at the three, now slowly but surely recovering and making the next turn. “Fucking hell…” Gaz murmurs, glancing over to your bursts of laughter with a suppressed smile.

“I regret this every fucking year. Why do I even come?” Price adds, rubbing his face as the torture for them carries on. After every turn and corner, the Scottish insults come hurling in, Gaz’ shouts frighten the life out of Price more than the actual scare, and the maze becomes so crowded until eventually you lose them through the heaps of people.

Sure it was fun with them, but alone? Fuck, you hated every second of it. There was a shiver running up your spine, eery silences, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins as every corner seemed like hell to conquer.

But the man that turned the corner shocked you into a sudden freeze. You halted in your tracks, the both of you staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. His piercing blue eyes were the only visible feature through his skull mask, the rest of him dressed in black. He was wearing a suit…so could he be a worker? The thought left your mind when He didn’t hesitate grasping your arm. Workers were not permitted to touch you…so who was this? You stared at the back of his head as this strange man leads you through the maze until you both stopped somewhere secluded. It really didn’t surprise you why you didn’t fight back, you were the sort of person to cave into anything. And ‘anything’ was apparently a tall man grabbing you by the arm and man-handling you like a doll.

You studied the man a little more, finally coming to a conclusion. You let out a breath of relief, it was your boyfriend, [bf/n.] “Jesus you scared me, I thought you were never coming..” you sighed out, dropping your head and letting the racing beat of your heart settle. Your boyfriend was towering above you, still not making a single sound, only staring at you.

“Alright, I get it.” You snort, “you don’t have to be silent you know? I get the whole creepy vibe you’re trying with me.” You roll your eyes, his body now pressing you back into the wall. For a moment you swallowed, getting a strange aura from him. Why was he being so creepy? But then he pulled the mask up so the sharp of his jaw and the plumpness of his mouth were revealed to you, finally leaning down and pressing your lips together without any hesitation.

You didn’t falter for a second, cupping his cheeks and parting his lips with your tongue, a muffled grunt being vibrated against your lips as his hands found your waist. He was impatient today, clearly pent up as he pushed you against the wall and smothered your lips with his tongue. He tilted his head, making sure to push your head back into the wall with the force of the kiss. You finally leaned back, breathing heavily as his lips were glossed over, his head inching slightly forward as if trying to capture your lips again. His tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip, letting out a soft breath as he readjusted the bulge in his pants. You noticed and quirked a brow.

“Here? Right now?”

His bulge rubbed against your thigh, and he nodded like a lost puppy. He still wasn’t talking, which made you frown, but the tightness in his pants was distracting you, you couldn’t think straight. His calloused palm slowly ran down your bare arm, causing you to shudder and look to the side to make sure the place was quiet and you wouldn’t get caught. You weren’t necessarily planning to scare anyone else with getting ploughed into whilst in a creepy Halloween maze.

It was a pretty quiet place, which made you think that he must have been looking while in here to find somewhere for the two of you to shackle up. You suddenly heard a clink of a belt, dragging your gaze away from the corner and looking down to see him frantically pulling the item away from him as he unzipped his pants, his cold palm cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him again. “Turn.” Is all he said, his voice gruff, low, lower than usual as if he was ill. You weren’t processing his words, so he let out a grunt and did it himself, turning you to face the wall as he crouched down, gently hooking his finger in the hem of your pants, wasting no time and slowly pulling them down to reveal your panties.

He let out a strained groan, only at the sight of them. You felt both of his hands cup your ass cheeks, handling each one with such care it was a foreign feeling. His fingers kneaded into the soft flesh as both of your hands flattened against the wall, your lips parting as he, with no shame, pinched the hem of your panties and pulled the fabric down to your ankles and let out a shaky sigh: as if it were the first time he was seeing….everything. Which is wasn’t. his lips ran across your bare skin as he let his breath tickle your ass, slowly pressing a kiss to each one before placing his large hands on the back of your thighs.

He’d finished appreciating your rear, and apparently he had more he wanted to see. “Turn.” Again, you were caught off guard by his voice, but did so anyways. You didn’t realise he was so close, but now his eyes were pinned onto your cunt. His cool hands found their place on your thick thighs, where he started to gently fondle the flesh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your crotch.

You sighed out of pleasure, tilting your head back and biting down on your tongue. What had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so appreciative of your naked body?

“[Bf/n]..” you trail off, slowly placing your hand atop of his masked head. He still had his balaclava bunched up by his nose, his mouth now pressing into your wet pussy, his tongue snaking out and licking a straight line all the way up until he stopped at your clit. You watched down with your mouth hung agape, your view being his nose pressed against the very top of your cunt while his tongue was tasting your very arousal. He let out a groan, the vibrations making your back arch and a shameful moan to slip from your lips. You were glad the creepy Halloween music was too loud to hear anything.

You slapped your free hand to your mouth, earning a deep chuckle from him as his eyes flicker up to you. He leans back, licking his lips with a soft inaudible murmur. He stares for a few moments, admiring the meal in front of him before his thumb slowly circles your clit.

A frustrated grunt leaves your lips, “please…hurry up, I beg I can’t-“ your pleas have him twitching in his pants as he stares up at you, his index finger now starting to slowly circle your entrance as he licks his lips. He too has had enough of this torture, caving into your words and not able to hold back. He didn’t waste any time In grabbing your arm and turning you, this time releasing his achingly hard erection. He taps his tip against your ass, stroking himself to the sight of you - but he stops. He was already getting too excited.

He grabs your hips, noting how his fingers dig into the flesh and leave marks before he lines himself up against your hole, gently nudging himself in, teasing you, also noting how tight you were. How was he going to fit? He lets out a shaky sigh by your ear, slowly penetrating you and pushing his hips forward. Your jaw dropped, had he grown like two fucking inches? Why did he feel so girthy today? Your cheek pressed up against the wall, his parted lips pressed against your temple as strained sighs fall from his mouth.

He was fully inside of you now, pulsing and clearly holding back his primal desire to fuck you so roughly against this wall. He had to refrain, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again, breaking your barriers and loosening you out a little to fit him. You could feel each individual vein, how his tip caressed your inner walls. It was becoming easier to thrust now, your arousal acting as a lube as his nails dig into your hips even harder. He sounded like he was really struggling, like a wild animal that was forcing himself to hold back.

His hand moved up your spine until it reached your hair, gently brushing it to the other side of your shoulder so his lips could press freely against your neck to muffle any sounds that he released: which was a lot. He was strangely vocal today. He slowly picked up his pace, putting all his passion and effort into stretching your hole and fully feeling you out. He took his time, leaning away from your neck just to seethe out a soft groan, admiring how with each slow thrust your ass rippled against his crotch.

He could do this all fucking day. Your moans were music to his ears, how he was ruining you right now in a public place, how his movements made you squirm and sweat. You were a masterpiece, and as time went on, his patience withered. It was so small now that he was ploughing into you, so much you could hear the faint slapping noises of flesh hitting flesh, one of his hands cupping your mouth to silence you, the other grabbing your hair to arch your back as he plummeted into you again and again.

It felt like heaven, each moan proving how well he hit your g-spots and fully pumped all of his passion and lust into you. You couldn’t hold back, your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs were trembling from the impact of his thrusts, and eventually you couldn’t help but buckle and let your orgasm crush through your body. It took him so much effort not to speak to you, not to reveal his voice, but his grunts and soft groans couldn’t be held back. Not when such a perfect girl was in front of him half-naked. It wasn’t long after before he pressed his crotch up firmly against your ass, giving you one last harsh thrust and not being able to help but spurt out his seed inside of you, coating your inner walls in thick layers of his cum as he bit into your shoulder, not regretting a single thing.

You both stay there for a moment, panting out like wild animals and letting your orgasm ride out. He cleared his throat, “birth control?” He asked. You nodded, furrowing your brows before he stepped back and started to hastily button himself back up. He tidied up, helping you become a lot neater before you shared a long look at each other.

“I’ll see you out there then…okay?” You breathed out, legs still weak. He nodded, watching as you tried your best to look like you hadn’t just been fucked so roughly before disappearing around the corner.

You eventually left the maze, feeling overly embarrassed when Gaz, soap, price and….your boyfriend were all chatting by the front. Your fucking boyfriend, wearing a completely different outfit to what you’d just seen him in. You turned around to see if the same ‘boyfriend’ was behind you, your heart sinking as you rushed up to him. You grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the questions from the other three about how you went missing.

“Did you go in the maze?!” You asked frantically.

He frowned at you, “No I waited here…why?”

Your face went pale, and when you turned around that same fucker was staring at you before disappearing beyond the crowds.

Okay. This is my first time writing smut….or writing a ‘proper’ story overall lol. Don’t judge me, I know it isn’t Halloween but the idea popped into my head. 🤭

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - 𝐊.𝐘𝐒 ♡

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Your undead lover had finally come back from a late night hunt, finding you shivering from the winter weather. But do not fret, as he was...skilled in keeping others warm-ish.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 : 1.0k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fantasy. Smut. Supernatural.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Vampire!Yeosang x Human!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Making out. Nipply play. Fingering. Wax play. Yeosang got cold ass hands.

Thank you, @senpai-of-doom, for requesting Yeosang for this day. ♡♡♡

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To say it was freezing was an understatement. You were curled up in a ball of blankets in front of a dying fire. And you would have gotten up if not for the warm spot you had made. Moving required opening your cocoon to the frost and you were in no way about to do that.

“My my… don’t you look warm.” A deep chuckle caught your ears, tilting your head a bit you saw a tall shadow standing by the now-opened bay window. The broad figure closed the window quicker than your voice to ask for it to be shut. It was Yeosang coming back from a late-night hunt. He and his friends as gone out despite the cold―but then again they do not feel such temperature drops like you Fae―in search of some food. Given the stains on his shirt, you’d say he found what he was after.

“I’m a literal human ice pop. There is nothing warm about me.” You grunted feeling displeasure at the change of weather. It wasn’t supposed to get this cold until the later months, so you were a little―and by that it means a lot―underprepared. Yeosang hummed, moving to the fire, picking up form of the dry wood from the rack before placing some more to begin to heat up the room. You sigh in contentment as a silent way of saying thanks which Yeosang understood.

“I would off to help keep you warm. But I’m afraid that not in my department.” He tisk, slightly irritated in himself for being undead. No heartbeat, meaning no hot blood pumping through his veins. So he was permanently cold, well until he cuddles with you. Then his coldness drifts away quite quickly. “Actually… I could help.” He sat down on the end of the couch, leaning himself forward so he was hovering over you making sure his face was inches from yours.

“You just gotta heat me up a little first.” Yeosang’s cold lips kiss your whimpering warm ones. His tongue slipped in your mouth, drawing a moan from you perfectly distracting you from his hands slowly undoing your folded blankets. Once he manages to hook his long fingers under the split he opens the fabrics abruptly showing off your bare chest. “No clothes?”

“Clothing is uncomfortable to sleep in when you are covered in so many blankets.” You had a point but Yeosang still had to laugh lightly at your words. You huffed beginning to feel the cool on your exposed skin your nipples standing tall from the frosty breeze. Yeosang's cold fingers pinched them gently sending a gasp reeling of your tongue. His cool skin felt different compared to the coldness of the weather. Like there was a hint of fire burning within. He rolled the nub under the tip of his finger, before releasing it and doing the same to the other. His free hand snaked slowly down your belly, making you feel everything shiver that his cold skin touched.

“You still cold darling?” He had the cheek to ask knowing full well that you were still feeling the freezing breeze around you, even the fire no longer helping. Before you could think of a repose that would be more the surely laced with attitude, your mind suddenly short-circuited.

“Holy shit!” You shrieked, gasping for air as you felt Yeosang’s ice-cold appendages slide between your hot folds before pushing inside your cunt. But this time instead of yelling at him, your mind was slipping into a pleasurable hazy. You were no longer annoyed with him. Not when his cold fingers were nestled snugly in your soaking pussy. It was something you’ve never felt before, having trouble in describing it, even to yourself. All you knew is that you wanted more.

“You okay baby?” his sinister grin and low chuckle made you aware he knew what he was doing. You nodded like an idiot as he started to gently curl his fingers, adding another one as he thrust slowly in and out. After a few moments of him using his fingers along with placing his icy thumb on your clit he knew you were not going to last much longer. You were enjoying the sensation, letting your moans echo around the room, while your back started arching. This was when Yeosang decided he was going to tip you over the edge.

Without taking his hand out of you he reached for one of the candles that sat on the small table in front of you both. He sped up his movement making sure you wouldn’t notice him moving around. Luckily you kept your eyes closed more focused on the feeling his fingers were gifting you. And then he dripped some hot wax over your exposed chest, catching your nipples and sensitive skin.

“Fuck!” You hissed snapping your eyes open to see the candle tilted in your lover's hands.

“What? You said you wanted to be warm.” He laughed dripping some more but this time on your tummy, making you take in a deep sharp breath. He stroked your walls and rubbed your like at a heavenly pace all the while finding new places on your naked body to drip more wax making you a moaning mess.

“S-Sangie. I’m gonna, fuuckk.”

“Damn Darling, don’t you look so pretty like this.” power rumbled in his gut making him feel a sense of authority from how your body reacted to him. You shivered while your thighs snapped shut around his arm, bucking your stuttering hips. You came so hard you nearly blacked out but Yeosang was there to draw you slowly down your high.

Well, at the end of all this. He certainly kept his promise to make you feel warmer.

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sebsbarnes · 4 months

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love and grief || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

summary: you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner.

warnings: death, violence, injuries, language

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: i needed to create spade, reader's sidekick, to make this work...he has no dialogue but their relationship is equivalent to tangerine and lemon. NOT RLLY EDITED

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his large hands wrapped themselves around your neck slamming you onto the counter. immediately you started losing air, desperately scratching at his fingers attempting to pry them open. small black dots began to cloud your vision as you squirmed underneath him, legs flailing.

"i can't lie love, you look pretty hot with my hands around your neck. too bad we aren't in a bed," he smirked through gritted teeth, the vein pulsating in his neck.

"well...a floor...might work...just...as good," you managed to squeak out, hands still pressed deeply on your neck. attempting to pry his fingers off did no good and with little time left before you passed out you grabbed his elbows, harshly pushing them up causing them to hyperextend. tangerine's grip immediately released as he shouted in agony. you quickly sat up on the counter, reaching over to him and grabbing his neck, slamming him to the ground. tangerine was now in your position just moments ago as you straddled the man while squeezing his neck.

"don't worry babe, i'll try not to give you rug burn," you winked pushing further onto his neck.

"mm charming," he grunted, face turning a deep shade of red.

he tried removing your hands by pulling at your forearms but you weren't budging. you had your hands locked and your feet locked under his thighs. had this been any other circumstance...like on his bedroom floor...you may have enjoyed this view of him but alas this was a circumstance far from that. tangerine was so close to passing out and just in an instance the whole dynamic changed. it was too late to register the sound of the door opening behind you. not a moment later you shrieked in pain pulling back from tangerine's neck to hold your upper arm that was now searing in pain. you looked at your trembling hand that was now coated in blood. taking this opportunity tangerine threw, literally threw, your body to the side smashing into the cabinets. you choked and your brain was frantically worrying about the loss of air and the torn up skin on your arm to even realize tangerine was now brutally fighting ladybug.

the saying goes the enemy of my enemy is my friend, but with ladybug that didn't apply. you loathed him. and although you hated tangerine you hated ladybug more and given the opportunity to fight him with someone as strong as tangerine...fuck yeah you'd take that chance.

ladybug had just slammed tangerine's head causing disorientation and while ladybug's back was to you you stalked over, gripping his scalp and dragging his body to the ground. you assumed the position from earlier, now choking out ladybug.

"y'know it's quite hot seein' ya dominate anotha' man," jested tangerine. surprised by his remark you stared at him with wide eyes but this left you vulnerable and ladybug now took advantage of your distracted state and lifted his leg kneeing you in the spine. your jaw was then met with his fist which made your teeth rattle. you were fuming.

the two of you stood up and you grabbed the center of ladybug's t-shirt and shoved him backwards into tangerine who held his arms back. some assassins had their go-to methods of fighting or torture. you? well you always had a pair of pliers handy. an odd thing perhaps but they were so....versatile. they always illicit some sort of fear and that's exactly what it was doing as you had one hand bringing the pliers to ladybug's teeth and the other gripping his jaw open. he was pleading and begging as you got closer.

"well shit love i didn't know how hardcore you were," tangerine said pulling his face as far as possible from the tool.

"keep coming onto me and i'll rip that tongue out of your pretty mouth," you hissed.

tangerine couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, "but then how would i be able to taste you darlin'?"

before you could pluck ladybug's teeth out and before you could rip tangerine's tongue out there was a loud commotion from a few cars up. tangerine and you both dropped ladybug (disappointedly since you were looking forward to beating the shithead) and bounded for the source. in your soul you knew something was wrong. immediately your breath quickened and legs fastened. tangerine silently observed you as he walked in tangent. he sensed the anxiety radiating off your body and he could only assume you thought something was wrong with spade. he couldn’t fathom anything besides an injury to spade, the two of you were way too skilled at your job to sustain serious injuries let alone something worse. but he was proven wrong.

the door slid open and tangerine watched as your body skidded. he grabbed underneath your armpits to steady you. it was blood, everywhere. you were rigid. it was your worse nightmare. it was spade dead.

he was propped against the wall in between the seats of the train, a giant gash across his neck. you kneeled beside his body grabbing at the collar of his shirt, "what the fuck spade," you whimpered, "what the fuck happened."

your hands and lips were trembling but you couldn't react more. no, not with tangerine around and not with the other killers on the train. you couldn't show any weakness. to you there was no such thing...at least that's what you kept trying to convince yourself.

"y/n...," tangerine spoke softly he wasn't really sure what to say. what do you even say to someone in a situation like this? the relationship you had with spade is like the relationship he had with lemon. the thought of being in your position made him nauseous, but even knowing you are in this position made him nauseous. the whole field of assassins... or whatever you want to call it...knew the two of you were enemies, pure hatred. but you both knew that the little quips and occasional touches were far from hatred.

"we should keep moving," you sounded robotic.

immediately you stood hiding your face and started walking away, tangerine trailing behind. he hesitantly brought a hand up to you shoulder to comfort you but his fingers merely ghosted your skin as he stopped himself. you kneeled next to spade not even a minute. there was no time to think, no time to mourn, no time to say goodbye. you were trying so hard to act normal but you were far from it. teeth were grinding together, nails digging into your palms, flared nostrils, eyes burning holes into anything you glanced at. he was gone just like that. you kept trying to swallow back the tears. 'not now' is all you could think. but the world felt like it was collapsing. it felt as though the you and the sky were colliding. the stars coming to engulf you in their flames and bury you deep within the earth's surface. rocks and sand crushed your body further and further into the center of the earth until it was complete darkness and the only sign of life was the sound of your heart slowly beating.

unbeknownst to you, while in your grief stricken daydream, tangerine was no longer following behind you. paying his absence no mind you continued to follow the small droplets of blood on the floor. you had convinced yourself it was someone else's blood and not spade's.

the door whizzed open and there stood a man, not just any man, the white death. he was holding a long blade which you desperately tried to ignore the blood on it. his smug demeanor made you want to carve his lips off his face. but you stayed still, waiting for him to say something.

"i figured the briefcase was gone," he boomed fiddling with the blade.

"yeah well fuck the briefcase i couldn't even begin to tell ya where the fuck it was last."

"it's a shame i ran into your brother first. he was just...collateral damage. i wished to find you first but," he tsked, "that didn't happen now did it? seems like you can only blame yourself for his death. it's almost as if you were the one holding the blade, right? if you managed to keep the briefcase safe and secure and arrive in kyoto he would be here with us now, hm?" it was the first time in your life you felt defeated. you had no energy to muster up to fight nor did you want to but that didn't matter as he charged towards you, blade swinging out.

you ducked underneath the blade, grabbing his arm and slinging him against the seats. the knife you had on you was much smaller and it took getting a lot closer to try and attack. when the white death stumbled onto the seat he was leaned over and you took the knife dragging it diagonally across the length of his back. in response he swung his arm at you, the butt of the long knife hit you in the mouth that was now pouring blood. the two of you continued fighting back and forth nonstop for awhile, both blades dancing around each other occasionally marking each other with a new wound. for an old man he sure had a lot of stamina and it was starting to become hard to ignore the bullet wound ladybug had caused to your arm. the white dead punched you in the ear which made a loud ringing noise that was painful to bear, he then took his boot and kicked you in the center of your stomach and you flew to the floor. weakly you managed to crawl to your knees.

"just do it already, just kill me," you laughed in defeat throwing your weapons to the side. you looked crazed, the blood from your mouth covered your teeth and left a stain running down your chin. you had a long gash to your jaw that trailed up towards your temple. you looked far from okay.

"what are you waiting for?' you taunted him, "there's nothing else left for me here so do it you dick. i'm begging. i'm the one that should be dead."

before the white death had the opportunity, the glass from the door behind you shattered and he inhaled sharply before the knife fell to the floor and he grabbed his neck that was now bleeding profusely. you were like a deer in headlights, frozen in place watching as the man before you collapsed to the ground no longer posing a threat. you fell forward onto your hands heaving out a cry.

"please just kill me," you whispered over and over again waiting for the person behind you to end it all. instead you felt your body being rotated around and you came face to face with tangerine. his blue eyes frantically scanning over your face.

on the way towards the commotion lemon called tangerine letting him know he had found ladybug and a young girl and 'dealt with the matter' which is what caused tangerine to sidetrack himself away from you. when he managed to catch up is when he saw the white death towering over your hunched body and before he could attempt to harm you even more tangerine took out his gun and aimed it at the man.

tangerine had heard your pleads to the white death. he saw your shaking frame, the wickedness yet defeat in your tone. you were giving up and in the years of knowing you, tangerine had never witnessed such a sight. he had never seen you raise the white flag in a fight nor even entertain the idea that someone could ever defeat and kill you. this wasn't the fighter he knew, but he knew that seeing your brother dead was the cause of this and he didn't blame you. his chest felt constricted as he rushed to your side in any attempt to mend you.

"hey. hey... hey! focus on me," tangerine said gripping your face slightly shaking your head, "i'm here. you aren't dying today."

"he's gone," you broke, looking into tangerine's eyes which were laced with emotion, "like... really gone."

"i know, love. i'm so fuckin' sorry, i am," tangerine whispered mournfully, cradling your severely injured body.

"please," your voice barely a whisper pleaded as you grabbed the knife you had thrown to the side and gestured it towards tangerine.

tangerine swallowed so hard it hurt, "absolutely not," he said gripping the knife and tossing it back to the side. you let your eyes close, lips trembling as tangerine picked up your frame.

"we're getting off this train, okay?" tangerine declared into your hair.

with the white death gone, his men no longer breathing, the briefcase long gone, and a very battered tangerine and lemon, the three of you essentially crawled out of the bullet train when it made it's final stop in kyoto. you limped onto the platform with a bleeding arm and face and pivoted away from tangerine and lemon who were a few steps ahead of you.

"where are you goin'?" tangerine asked baffled.

"wherever i can," you muttered lazily gesturing towards the stairs.

tangerine ran his tongue across his teeth, rolling up one of his white sleeves, "very funny love."

tangerine sauntered over to you picking you up forcing you to wrap your legs around his torso. you didn't want the help. you didn't want to feel hopeless. you didn't need the twins to sulk with you and take care of you. but you couldn't help but ease into tangerine's arms. you didn't want to admit it but they were comfortable... and familiar. you've been in this position before, legs tangled around his body, his strong arms gripping your frame. less clothes were involved those times and lips were feverishly kissing the other. but you liked this as much as it pained you to admit, it was nice being vulnerable in his arms. you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner.

so, you let him. you let tangerine carry you through the station, into an awaiting car. he'd lean your head onto his shoulder and play absentmindedly with your fingers. he hated hospitals but he wanted to get you the best medical attention. he sat by your side as you were cleaned and stitched up and then he would take you back to his house. few words spoken. he would make you tea and bring you clothes, the bed sheets and covers pulled back as you lay down and tucked you in. he'd let you cry into his arms and grieve your brother and he would be there each day moving forward.

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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months

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I am so glad you have anons turned on... ahem. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though!

Kinktober 29 + Alucard! (Castlevania)

A/N: I don't know what you did to me but I've been possessed once again for this ask holy shit. Tentacle anon lemme kiss u on the mouth ;; hope you enjoy MWUAH (also a firm believer he'll always be a lover boy no matter what) AU TIME

Tentacles x Alucard

“Adrian! I can’t believe you’re the little thief!” You gasped, scandalized that your sea-friend would be the one who’s been stealing all the balls that kept magically ‘floating away’ in the ocean. He shrugged with a sly grin, his tentacles sprawled around him keeping him afloat. You’d met the mystical half sea creature months ago by this point, you’d been paddling out to sea for fun, realizing that you’d gotten entirely too far from shore. Before you were able to panic, you saw the tiniest little cove a bit farther out, deciding to rest inside of it before making a plan to go back to shore, back home. Instead what you got was the scare of your life, a tentacle gripping at your ankle and with a shriek you fell back into the side. The playful little fiend crept out with wide eyes, not expecting to ever have a human here in his home. You mirrored the look, thinking you’d finally gone insane seeing something with the top half of a man and bottom half of an...octopus? Lots of screaming, and explaining later, your fears were quelled, and after hours of talking, you felt you made a friend.

And you did! Visiting him as often as you could out here, bringing him food that you’ve made from your home, and him giving you small trinkets he’s found lost at sea. (Most recently he’d given you a pearl necklace he said he made himself. You would have seen the scarlet bloom across his neck and chest, should you not turn away trying to calm your own beating heart.) You learned he’s the rumored ‘Alucard’, the sea monster that eats the sailors off at sea. (‘Why the fuck would I do that?” he reasoned) You also learned there’s more of his kind, he has friends he sees every so often, even has loving parents deeper in the ocean bed. But he likes to spend alone time here, closer to humans. He likes listening to the different sounds above the water. Sometimes you’d even see him out in the ocean, closer to the shores if there wasn’t anyone around. You started going to the shores late in the night, if only to see him twice a day. (You think he stays coming back to the cove because of you, but neither of you will speak it out loud.)

“I’m not stealing them. They really do get lost out here! What am I supposed to do, bring them back? Someone’s going to see me.” He couldn’t help but grin like the cheshire cat, using a tentacle to grab at one of the ‘lost’ beach balls, bouncing it over to you and you rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re terrible” Of course you’d never want him to actually go back and give them back--someone finding out about his existence could have very well been the end of his life, him trusting you enough to let you go was a huge feat for the merman. “I actually have something else for you.”

“Ooh, another beach ball?”

“Quiet you, come here.”

You huffed, crawling over to where he lounged and sitting in front of him, waiting. For the first time since the pearl necklace, you saw Alucard looking nervous. You gave him time, raising a brow and cocking your head urging him to continue. From behind his back, he pulled out a clamshell, “I promise the clam wasn’t alive when I found it.” He mumbled, pushing it towards you. You blinked, confused. This wasn’t the first shell he’s given you, but it was quite...lackluster, in comparison to the rest he’d given you. Plus, he looked entirely too nervous for a shell! “Thank you, Alucard.” You teased, laughing when you heard him groan. “Hush, ridiculous fucking name...the shell isn’t your gift.” He paused. “Open it.” the top flipped up and you nearly dropped it out of pure shock. What lay inside was the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen. A beautiful moss agate stone set in the middle, smaller pieces of diamonds dotted around the band. It was an intricate piece, one that you’d be devastated to lose if you were the original owner of this ring. “Adrian, I...what...oh my god” You couldn’t even form sentences, in too much shock a ring like this existed floating in the ocean. You looked at him, mouth agape. “How did you find this? Where did you find this? It’s in perfect condition!” you were scared to even touch the thing.

He stayed quiet for a moment, shuffling over to you. “I didn’t find it.” He admitted. “I ah...I had it made.”

....

What?

“You said your favorite color was green. And you love the forest. So I thought this made the most sense for you. I know you’d rather live in the woods, but the ocean is beautiful too. I think you’d really like it here.” His voice was barely above a whisper, shaky hand bringing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Adrian, I don’t understand...”

You did. You just couldn’t believe it until he said it out loud. It all felt like a dream.

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched.

“And I would like to marry you. And have you move with me, into the ocean. With the rest of my kind.”

Your head was spinning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Adrian panicked, hands frantically wiping away at your tears, unknowing that they were happy tears. “Please, please don’t cry. We don’t have to talk about this now, or at all, if you’re not comfortable it’s okay--” You cut him off with a kiss, your first shared kiss, hands smoothing his beautiful blonde locks. “Adrian, I love you.” Your admission knocked the wind out his lungs, head reeling that someone like him could have someone like you fall in love with him. “But how can this work? I mean, really, I’m not like you, I don’t...” He hushed you, placing another chaste kiss on your lips. “There’s more about my world that you don’t know, but I promise we can get you there. It’ll be our world soon, angel”

You had no idea what he meant, or how it’d work, but in the meantime, you carefully took the ring out of the shell and gingerly placed it on your ring finger on your left hand. Your vision tunneled on the ring, holding your hand up to see it glimmering in the sunlight that shone through the cove. “It’s gorgeous, Adrian...” You could cry right now, and almost started to too if you didn’t try as hard as you were from keeping it together. “Be with me, please..” He connected his lips to you again, tentacles wrapping themselves around your middle as your hands carded through his hair. Adrian bit at your lower lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you permitted and deepening the kiss. What was once slow and sweet became a flurry of moans, tongue and teeth, anticipation and lust. He kissed and nipped at your jawline, your throat, your shoulders. “Will you let me touch you?” Adrian whispered, hands hovering over your body. You nodded, lifting your bathing top off your body and pushing his hands onto your chest. His breathing stuttered, kneading and pinching at your body. “So beautiful, angel.” He murmured, dipping a tentacle at the hem of your bottoms, another joining by the edge of your pussy. You gasped, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

You’d never thought yourself to be prude you just...never thought about being fucked by tentacles. Or a merman. But, fuck, if you weren’t turned on thinking about Adrian doing what he wanted with you before whisking you away to the deepest parts of the ocean. You pressed yourself closer to him, letting the tentacles pull away your bottoms. A hand came down to tease at your entrance, feeling the slick dripping on his fingers. “So wet..all for me?” He cooed, smiling when he felt you nodding against the crook of his neck. He wouldn’t tease you much, not this time--feeling much too impatient. His fingers slid into your pretty cunt with ease, so turned on you could have been ready for him right then and there. “Fuck, look at you.” He murmured, scissoring his fingers inside of you. He knows this wouldn’t be your first sexual encounter. He’s (unfortunately) heard of previous partners of your life, but none of them had the physiology that he had, he needed to prep you. “Darling, I need you to trust me, okay?” You furrowed your brows, humping at his fingers barely able to pay attention to what he was saying. “‘Kay, anything Adrian.” you murmured, before feeling the fingers replaced with something else. Something long, a bit slimy, definitely thicker. You cried out, hearing you gush and squelch around the intrusion. “Adrian!” You gasped, looking down at the juncture of your hips and seeing his tentacle pumping deep into your sloppy pussy.

You couldn’t believe how hot and bothered you were, seeing him fucking you with the intrusive appendage. Your hips rolled towards him, the tentacle slowly pumping in and out of you. It poked and prodded at your walls, the suctions ribbing at your hole and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your mouth fell open with a moan, head leaning back. “Gotta loosen you up like this, sweetheart, gotta get you ready..” You heard the merman speak, but the ringing in your ear didn’t help. His lips wrapped around a nipple, hand playing with the other. Simultaneously more of his tentacles wrapped themselves around your legs and arms, rubbing and squeezing at your appendages as the one still in your pussy pushed further in, kissing what felt like the entrance to your womb. You shrieked, clenching down hard on the tentacle with the immense amount of pleasure and hint of pain you were feeling. “Fuckfuckfuck, Adrian,” You mumbled, hands holding onto his shoulders, “feels good in my pussy, a-aah fuck!” You cried, humping at the appendage. He kept his mouth busy with your chest, a tentacle letting go on an arm to kiss your clit with the small suction on the tip, rubbing at the nub and leaving it slimy. He’d suction to it and let go, imitating sucking on the quickly swelling bundle of nerves. “Want you like this forever, darling girl” he mused, laving a tongue over your skin and leaving bites and love marks around your tits. His hands gripped at your hips, lips pressing against yours with a new fire lit. The tentacles working on your cunt were driving you to your climax, tentacle wrapped around your thigh pushing your leg farther apart. Alucard looked down at his added appendage fucking into you, and how juicy and wet you were. It was intoxicating, and he realized quickly he could have you like this more than he’d like to admit.

“Wanna feel you on me, darling.” He cooed, pushing the tentacle deeper in you and curling, acting almost like a large tongue licking inside your sloppy little cunt, smile curling on his face when he heard the squeal he was looking for, feeling you gush around him. The suction cups held the stickiness of your pussy, Alucard swiping at a few to taste your cum on his tongue. He moaned lowly, nearly angry at himself for not having your first orgasm be on his tongue. But there’d be so many after this time anyways, he didn’t have to worry, you’d be his forever. “Would you like a taste?” You nodded dumbly, limbs feeling like jello. You thought he’d kiss you, instead you had his tentacle shoved into you mouth, squirming around to taste your own mess in your mouth. Another immediate, albeit small shockwave hit your pussy, dripping down your legs with how turned on having his appendage in your mouth made you feel. Adrian swiped at your pussy, sucking up and licking as much of your cum as you’d give him, “Can’t believe you came again just by that.” Big words honestly for someone that was about ready to cum untouched with how hot you were. Most of his cock fit inside his body, length too long for his kind to have it floating out. He kept the first tentacle in your mouth, loving the way you sucked on it and didn’t let go. “Relax for me, darling girl.” He whispered, feeding his huge cock into your tight wet hole. You squealed around him, the head of his cock so big it already felt like you were being split apart. But it felt so fucking good having him filling you up like this, pushing and pushing at your walls until you were filled to the brim with his engorged cock. You mumbled around him, swiveling and bucking your hips on him, squirming. “Let’s keep you still so I don’t hurt you,” More of his tentacles held your limbs enough for you to not be able to move freely, one still suckling and teasing at your clit with another dipping in teasingly next to his cock, almost as if taunting you--as if you could ever have two of these things inside you at the same time.

Your eyes rolled back, cheeks bulging with the size of his tentacle, tears staining your face whenever the tip hit the back of your throat, Adrian wanted this to be romantic, he swears, but the way you sucked him in--the way you got excited with his tentacles touching you, it was so difficult to keep going like that. His primal instincts were kicking in hard, wanting to claim you fully in every way. His upper body leaned back to take in the sight of you being impaled over and over on his cock, seeing your creamy cunt swallow him up. Your pussy was so juicy, squelches reverberating off the walls of the cove. It was nearly as loud as your muffle moans, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as your jaw stayed pried open. “Fuck, darling, nor gonna last like this.” He murmured, holding onto your hips once more to slam you down as deep as you could take him, fucking into you over and over until his tentacled cock spurted deep inside you. You swore you could feel his cum filling your stomach, your womb, filling all of you as the excess spilled around the edges no matter how plugged he had you. Adrian panted, slowly retracting his cock from your abused pussy, seeing how his cum dripped out of you in globs onto the floor. He removed his remaining tentacles, smoothing his hands over you and rubbing at your face, nuzzling his nose into yours and your cheek, kissing at you. “I’m sorry honey, I couldn’t help it, you looked so good.” He begged for forgiveness, weaving his fingers with yours.

You smiled, kissing him back with the strength you had, “honey, we can take it slow next time. We have all the time in the world.”

#milk writes #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#milk kinktober #Castlevania AU #smut #alucard smut #adrian tepes smut #castlevania smut

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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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hi! i absolutely loved yer “while you were gone” fic, and was wondering if i could request how, ace, duce, ruggie, azul, vil, idia and malleus would react to the reader getting kidnapped by rsa students (the students thought the reader needed “saving” from nrc) thanks!

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𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

characters : ace, deuce, ruggie, azul, vil, idia, malleus

author’s note : those rsa students better start saying their prayers, because none of these boys take harm to their s/o lightly!

“i’m serious you guys, you’re all mistaken! i don’t need ‘saving’ from nrc.” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“no, my dear— you’re mistaken. this school is no place for someone as wonderful and kindhearted as you, this is a villain’s school!” one of the princes exclaimed, grasping your hands in his. “royal sword academy is where you belong!”

grim was ready to sink his claws into these guys.

“can’t you guys get it in your heads? my henchman doesn’t wanna go with you guys, they like it here! now, could you scram so we could get some sleep? it’s nearly midnight, y’know!” he whines.

the group shared a look between each other before nodding.

“this is bad, we really better get you out of here before nrc taints your mind any further!” what?

a shriek rips from your throat as one of the boys hoist you up and starts running. “no worries, prefect! we’ll save you from this terrible place!”

“grim! don’t just stand there, do something!!”

the group was able to dodge all of grim’s fiery attacks— these rsa guys are better trained than he thought! panting, he gave up on attacking and flew his way over to someone he knew would be able to do something! and that person was….

ace trappola

“oh, they are goin’ down.”

charges into rsa, no fucks given— beats his way past all the security guards and not bothering to tell them the story. the second he finds you, he’s asking where the guys who took you were— he is not leaving without a fight, even if you beg with him not to cause a scene and say the two of you should just head back already. ace wants to give those guys a piece of his mind, they’re not getting off scot free after the little stunt they pulled!

deuce spade

“i won’t let them get away with this!”

delinquent deuce mode : on

just like ace, he’s rushing over and doesn’t stop when security guards tell him to halt. he’s only got one thought in that mind of his, and it’s to get you back. it’s only after he finds you, gets a couple of punches in on your captors that he goes and apologizes to the guards and tells them the situation. thankfully they were understanding and went to go and give further punishment to the group of boys.

ruggie bucchi

“….you’ve gotta be shitting me.”

these rsa guys are just getting themselves more reasons for him to dislike them.. not only are they filthy rich and super pampered, but they go and pull something like this?

ruggie’s able to sneak in and find you real quick. he’s one of the few out of the bunch who doesn’t go and pummel your captors. he tells you to go and find their headmaster to report what they did— but him? he’s gonna mess up their rooms a bit. vandalizing, snatching items, the list goes on. he knows what he’s doin’ is bad too, but hey, he’s gotta get some kinda revenge, right? an eye for an eye! (plus some of these things look like they cost a pretty penny.)

azul ashengrotto

“oho..? thank you for telling me, i’ll take care of it from here.”

pushes up glowing glasses

you just know he’s walking up there with contracts in hand. they have absolutely nothing beneficial to the rsa boys, but then again, none of azul’s contracts have any actual benefit for the client. at least not for long. no matter, he’s a smooth talker and will use his con artist skills to not just rescue you, but to get a little revenge for you too.

vil schoenheit

“absolutely unacceptable.”

though he promised himself he would keep his temper in check and just report the student’s crime to their headmaster, he couldn’t resist giving those rsa students a beating for what they did.. and we all know how strong of a magician vil is. it was quite a shock for the students! after all, they’ve only ever heard neige’s description of him, which didn’t portray him as the scarily strong type at all. well, now they know! ..and they won’t ever want to try something like this again.

idia shroud

“and here i thought they supposed to be good guys,” idia groans. “ortho, track the prefect’s location through their phone and get them outta there.”

you’re sitting in the hall when ortho crashes through one of the walls of the school. who needs to enter through doors, right? you’re brought back to nrc swiftly, safe and sound. and the rsa students are just fucking flabbergasted because a robo child broke in by destroying a wall and took you away???

don’t think that’s the end of it through, idia’s not letting them off the hook just like that. he’s already drafting posts exposing the crime and is going to put these guys on blast.

malleus draconia

“hah! how very, very bold of them to do such a thing.”

rest in piece rsa 🙏

if they knew malleus was your s/o, they wouldn’t dare to even think about doing this. good thing malleus decides to makes it known to everyone in rsa that he’s your s/o with a greenish, cloudy sky and cold wind blowing around their campus. he might let them off easy this time, but if they’re foolish enough to try it again, he won’t be as merciful.

#i wrote this to take place late at night so i imagine them just rescuing you in robes and bunny slippers lmaoo #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #ace x reader #deuce x reader #ruggie x reader #azul x reader #vil x reader #idia x reader #malleus x reader #gn reader

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ne0npeachez · 10 months

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₊✧ ﾟ⚬𓂂 12:08 AM — 1610!miles x gn!reader.

3k words ; fluffy smut ; reader + miles are 19 and in college ; established relationship ; praise kink ; some hair tugging ; a little biting ; oral sex (reader receiving)

summary ⋅˚₊‧ miles notices how hard you’ve been working and decides to give you a well-deserved reward.

liên’s notes ⋅˚₊‧ made this for one of my sisters bc she’s in love w miles ; sorry if there’s any errors and if he’s ooc btw, i sat down and wrote this within four hours and i haven’t slept in a day. hope you enjoy !!

nsfw under the cut !

when miles climbs in through your bedroom window, you hardly notice.

you’re currently hunched over your desk, homework messily sprawled beneath you. chicken scratch adorns every page in sight; you’d given up on making it look nice hours ago. all that matters now is getting it done so you could finally relax without having it constantly hanging in the back of your mind.

you nearly shriek when you hear the sound of your window sliding closed. whipping around with wide eyes, you only find miles tugging off his shoes with a wolfish grin.

“hey, baby. i ain’t mean to scare you, jus’ didn’t want your roommates hearing like last time. you a’ight?” he teases, shedding his jacket next and dropping it by the window. today he’s dressed in a warm crimson sweater that has a black widow on the back (you had gifted it to him on his 17th birthday, and it’s more than well-worn by now) with gray sweats that, even while being covered by his long sweater, definitely hang low on his hips. you would know, since you’ve seen him take them off countless times.

you let out a heavy breath, heartbeat slowly rocking back down to something normal. well—as close to normal as possible. your heart always does weird shit whenever miles is around. “yeah, i’m good. didn’t hear you come in,” you turn back to your desk, glancing over the messy papers with a frown as you try to recall your train of thought. “what time is it?” you question as you tap the end of your pencil against your lower lip, brows furrowed in concentration.

“12:08.” footsteps tread softly over your floors, shortly coming to a stop beside you. you barely spare him a glance as you rifle around for your lost eraser, only to end up accidentally knocking off the completed papers that rested by the edge with your elbow in the midst of your haste.

“fuck!” you yelp, mindful to keep it quiet since it’s late, heart plunging in your chest at the sight. it was such a neat pile, too! fuck!!

the frustration that’s been lowly simmering in your ribcage since the start of the night flares as you watch the papers spill onto the ground, and you feel the embers of your irritation flutter up into your throat, prickling at your eyes.

fuck it, at this point, you think. the tears clumping at your lashline blur the view of your homework, and at this point you just want to throw it all out the window and go to sleep. but alas, your grade could not handle six missing assignments. with a shaky exhale, you toss your head back and dig your palms into your eyes to hold back the onslaught of tears that threaten to break free.

“—riño, you okay? what happened?”

with a jolt, you return to the present after remembering your boyfriend is still in the room with you. lifting the hands from your face, you look down with a huff to find miles kneeling between your slightly spread legs, sweet concern painting his canvas of a face. his right hand is a warm weight on your left knee, thumb rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

you wipe your eyes and take a deep breath, only barely resisting the urge to scream and rip your hair out. “‘m fine, it’s fine. just frustrated—i’ve been working all fucking night on this shit, and now it’s all over the floor.” you drop your hands into your lap and give him a tired smile, guilt gnawing at your heart. “i’m sorry, miles. i would be laying with you in bed by now, but i have to get this done—”

“baby, baby,” he interrupts, a sly grin overcoming the pout he wore moments ago. okay, so he’s not mad. that’s good. “it’s okay,” he chuckles. “i get that you have stuff to do, i don’t mind waiting a while. do you want help?”

you shake your head with a sigh, waving a hand to shoo him away as you lean down to retrieve the fallen papers. one of your tank top straps slip down your shoulder as you bend, and you tease miles in a voice that drips with saccharine when you catch his gaze wandering.

he flips you off and grumbles to himself about the dismissive wave, trotting back over to your bed and flopping down on it face-first. after you stop laughing quietly, you reassure him. “it’s fine, i don’t wanna burden you. i’ll be done in a few hours, so if you wanna stay then make yourself comfortable.”

he scoffs from his place on the bed, and you level him with an unamused expression. he lifts himself up and adjusts so he’s sitting up against the backboard, his hands fiddling together on his stomach. “it’s not a burden. i want to help you, coraźon. and don’t feel guilty about it, either—i love you, and i’m here for you. life shit happens to everybody. but whatever, you got this!!” he throws a bright smile your way and you snort.

“love you, too,” you murmur after a moment, struggling to get the words out even though you’ve both said them many times in the past. twisting back to face your desk, you ignore the way your ears burn and pretend that the tightening in your chest is just a new medical issue you magically picked up. it would definitely never be from his kindness and sincerity, no sir. those accusations from the voices in your mind are extremely baseless.

to distract yourself from all these disgusting emotions, you toss a crumpled paper over your shoulder that probably lands on his face, based off the indignant squawk that escapes him when it lands.

snickering, you reorganize your homework while he begins to quietly scroll on his phone. once everything’s back in place, his presence fades into the background and you lose yourself in your work for… how long? you definitely don’t know. the only apparent things to you right now are your exasperation and yearning for a single day off or maybe just a twelve-hour break, but, surprise! life stops for nobody.

after tackling five more assignments, you’re left with only one more to go. as you start absentmindedly filling out questions, a gentle brush against your left arm knocks you out of your focused headspace. you pause and look up, and the sight that greets you is unbearably cute: miles, sweater falling off one shoulder while his eyes are a little fuzzy with that telltale mist that indicates he must’ve napped a little. you grin. “what’s up, honey?”

oh, shit. your voice comes out in a much lower register than you predict, and you don’t miss the way his pupils dilate a little at that, even in the low lighting. fuck! stay focused, you’re almost done.

he blinks twice. “you almost finished?” drops out his mouth in a mumble as he fixes his sweater. then his gaze sharpens a little. it swivels to the papers you’re currently working on, then to the pile of completed work, and he hums. “it’s late, you should take a break.��

you tilt your head, trying to ignore the wave of exhaustion that nearly makes your body sag at the mention of the timeframe. “how late? i’m almost done.”

miles pulls his phone out. the screen casts a warm glow against his face when it turns on, and he frowns at it, the numbers subtly reflecting in his dark brown pools. “2:51.”

you sigh. “miles, just go to bed without me. i’m literally on the last assignment; i’ll join you in a few minutes.”

his frown deepens. “mi alma, you’ve been working all night. at least take a little break, you need it.”

“there’s 30 questions left, just let me—”

he cuts you off by (gently) grabbing your wrist, tugging you out of your chair, and then tossing you over his shoulder with a haughty sniff in the span of three seconds. you yelp quietly at the movement because you have fucking roommates who are asleep, thumping a fist against his back when he starts spinning in place. “what the fuck are you doing??” you whisper loudly, a giggle creeping into your voice.

“i won’t stop until you say you’ll relax for a little!” he whispers back, picking up some speed. your head begins to spin a little, and you groan feebly in defeat.

“fuck you!! fine, i’ll take a break. goddamn—”

he instantly walks over and drops you on the bed at your compromise, and you bounce a little in the center when you land. he clambers on not even a second later and immediately crowds into your space, pinning his hands on either side of your head and looming a few inches above with a cheeky smile. you realize he has a knee wedged between your own when you try to glance back over to your desk, only to end up distracted as you realize his position and the distinct change in the air. the realization seeps pleasantly into your skin and sparks a fire—a type different from earlier—that begins to burn in the low pit of your belly.

you loop your arms around his neck and pout playfully, just a little. “so eager. what happened to being okay with me having shit to do, hm? you said you’d wait a while.”

he huffs, rolling his eyes. “shut the fuck up. you deserve this break, tesoro. you’ve been working so hard, you need to relax.”

at his praise, the fire flares a little higher, and you muffle a whimper by pulling him down to meet him in an all-encompassing kiss that has him moaning quietly in the back of his throat.

in between kisses, he murmurs “it’s okay, baby. i’ve got you now. i’ll suck you off so good you won’t know anything but my name,” and his voice is in such a deep register that it honestly leaves your knees a little weak and a wet patch forming on your underwear. your stress and worries finally fall to the back of your mind as your mind begins to fog over.

you bite his lower lip gently and he whimpers in turn. “prove it, then,” you hum simply, though the pool in your stomach is now a blazing thing that begs to be stoked by his tender words and soft touches.

he pulls away from your lips and begins to press delicate kisses to your jaw, working his way down your neck and biting lightly when he reaches your pulse point. a hushed groan escapes you before you can stop it, and you feel his incisors shaping around a smile against your skin.

“shut up,” you lightly smack him on the head with an amused huff, and he himself can’t stifle a quiet giggle. “don’t be embarrassed. you know i love to hear you,” he admits, pressing a feather-light kiss over the bite mark.

a warm feeling blossoms in your chest as a wave of affection overtakes you and you gaze lovingly at him as he reaches your collarbone, biting on the wings of both sides as well.

from then on, even though it’s a little humiliating, you do your best to no longer hold back your sounds, although you try to keep them quiet so your roommates don’t wake.

miles only seems to be pleased by this development; when he reaches your chest, he bites hard around your left areola, tearing a barely-stifled cry out of you, before taking the hardened peak into his mouth and swirling his tongue, sucking strongly for a little before pulling off with an obscene pop!

he wastes no time in giving your other nipple the same treatment, and you melt like putty into the sheets as he works his mouth. you lift a limp arm and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly, which only leads him to moan and work more vigorously.

you eventually have to pry miles away from your chest, but he grumbles only a little bit as he slips further down your body to settle between your legs. a pleased smile spreads across his swollen lips when he observes the treat tucked at the apex of your thighs, observes the way your underwear is practically ruined with how much you’ve leaked onto them.

“what’s got you so worked up, hm?” miles says, his breath warm as it ghosts across where you’ve been aching for the past fifteen minutes.

your words nearly come out as a growl, if not for the petulant whine that tacks itself on to the end. “don’t tease. you said you were going to help me relax.” he raises a brow, smile turning roguish. “i did, but i never said when.”

you nearly kick him in the back for that, but then his large palms are tugging at your underwear and shoving them down your legs (they end up flying across the room and landing somewhere, but you’ll discover that in the morning), barely giving you a moment of respite before they land on the underside of your thighs to toss them over his shoulders.

you watch him peck a kiss to the area right above where you need him the most, and groan from the drawn-out teasing. “put your mouth to fucking use,” you bark, tangling your hand in his hair again and pulling. he whines, high in his throat, and you scoff.

“so bossy,” he has the nerve to say and you almost shove him down yourself. but then he finally, finally lowers himself and you breathe a sigh of relief at the brush of his nose against your sensitive flesh. but then, he stops. “hey, mi amor?”

you pout down at him, actual tears of frustration starting to build behind your eyes, and he shakes his head fondly. “i won’t leave you like this, i promise. i just want you to know,”

he closes his eyes and noses against your sensitive area, dropping another kiss except in the right spot this time. you jolt at the sensation, and miles cracks an eye open, peering up at you. “i love you.”

he presses another kiss, a little harder. “i love you, i love you. you’re so strong, and beautiful. you’re mine.”

tears actually do manage to break free this time, but not from any negative emotion. he does this a few more times as tears slowly trickle down your cheeks, so full of love for this man that it hurts sometimes.

he only stops whispering the mantra when he fully takes you in his mouth, and you choke on a gasp while your hand twists more firmly in his hair. he doesn’t hesitate to start with an unforgiving pace, tongue dancing as he slurps and sucks like he’s a starving man and you’re his last meal.

your moans ratchet up in volume, and you just give up on trying to control volume. miles whines and whimpers and groans when he starts to rut against the bed, desperate for friction, and the vibrations of it make you shiver and jolt.

the fire that resides in your belly has grown to be an inferno now; even his dutiful attention can no longer quench your desires. with every lick and suck, you feel something coiling tighter in your abdomen, and your grasp on miles’ hair grows a little stronger as you begin to press him down deeper, making him take you in further.

he gasps and groans as you start to fuck his face, your own sounds syncing with his in the quiet of your room. “m-miles,” you whimper, head swimming with pleasure.

he pulls off long enough to grunt your name in return, only for him to dive right back down and get back to work. you whine, the coil in your belly about to snap. “i’m cl—ose,” your voice cracks sharply in the middle when miles whimpers and sucks hard, and then you’re being hurled over the edge.

an animalistic noise rips from your throat as your orgasm tears through you like a lighting strike; you arch off the bed as your vision goes blurry and then white, pleasure soaring through you unlike anything you’ve ever known. a little while later, you come back to yourself panting on the sheets in a daze, miles pressing one last soft kiss to your abdomen before pulling away when you twitch with sensitivity. he’s also breathing raggedly, and you blink away the spots in your eyes to look down at his own lower half.

his cock is mostly soft and hanging limp between his thighs, cum still leaking from the tip. your gaze trails downward to your sheets and find a mess there, probably even worse than the one you made—he came a lot. just from serving you and humping against the bed. you’re a little too stunned from coming so hard to describe how hot it is, but holy fuck.

it takes you a minute, but you manage to twist onto your side to snatch up a few tissues from your bedside table that you hand to your boyfriend. he offers you a sheepish grin and you smile dopily back in response, leaning down to clean up the mess you both made.

after everything is discarded and you’re both cleaned up, words have returned to you and you lay bare with miles plastered to you: his head rests on your chest while your legs tangle together, and he drools a small puddle onto you in his sleep. he has an arm slung lazily over your stomach, and one of your own rubs soothingly down his back. your other arm has a hand gently playing with his hair, and you sigh fondly down at him. the assignment could wait for tomorrow morning, even if you’d have to rush—spending time with miles is more motivating than anything else, anyways.

translations ⋆⑅˚₊ cariño – honey ; coreźon – heart ; mi alma – my soul ; tesoro – treasure ; mi amor – my love

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