#i need to draw him and witts
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Doctor Nefarious voted most kissable doctor 19 years in a row
#did you know UYA turns 20 next year?#feeling a bit old#but anyway ive been thinking a lot about nef again#more specifically squishy nef#eminently kissable#i need to draw him and witts
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Into your arms - A Saul Silva imagine
Another scenario that I want to write :)
This is a Saul Silva imagine, from Fate; The Winx Saga
In this scenario, I always imagined her to be Bloom's sister and they sort of the share the power of the dragon flame
Her name is Delilah and she is a fire fairy and of course, she is Silva's girl
Based on Season 2 Episode 3 : Your Newfound Popularity
(credits to the owner of the picture)
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I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I
If you let me, I'll beOut of my dress and into your arms tonight
Yeah, I'm lost without it
Feels like I'm always waitin'I need you to come get me
Out of my head, and into your arms tonight
- Into Your Arms, Witt Lowry & Ava Max
After the display Stella put on at the banquet, everyone had gone to retire to their homes, leaving Bloom and Delilah alone at the dining table.
Delilah was tired and exhausted, she just wanted to go to her bed and close her eyes but sleep has not come easy for her.
For her thoughts were always occupied with one person and one person only.
Saul Silva.
The man she loved above anything else.
It pains her greatly that she is not able to see him, even after the winx rescued him from being transported to Polaris, she knew that it would be dangerous from him to come see her. She still missed him nonetheless.
Rosalind joins them.
"I know. It's a lot" she says, looking at delilah and bloom.
Bloom was the first to say something, "When we first spoke at the Stone Cirlce, you said the blood witches were the one who kidnapped us and held us at Aster Dell"
"Is that because of this thing inside us? Dragon Flame?" delilah asked inquisitively, looking up at Rosalind.
Rosalind nodded.
"It is"
Delilah heart starts to race and she feels herself tense at the new found information.
Bloom draws her eyebrows together, confusion evicent on her face, "What about our birth parents? Do they have it too or are they-" Rosalind cuts her off.
"I-- I wasn't lying back then" Rosalind sits down in the chair next to Bloom.
" I don't know where you came from. But the blood witches will. We'll fight them and we'll work it out" she says with conviction.
"you've already kept so much from us, I don't know if we can trust you" Delilah speaks up.
Rosalind clicks her tongue and slides a piece of paper over to her.
"Maybe this will help"
Delilah picks up the paper and reads the contents of it and then pauses when she reads "criminal pardon".
She looks to Rosalind, "What is this?"
"It's a pardon" a voice spoke up from behind them.
suddenly, delilah's heart tightened painfully in her chest and she is overcome with shock and surprise. She whips around in her chair and turns around to see the love of her life standing by the door way. Her breathing picks up and she takes in his appearance.
He is wearing the uniform of the specialist, his face is clean shaven and his hair is in styled in order, keeping it from crowding his face.
He looked good.
And dear lord did he look good in that uniform, the clothing hugging him in all the right places.
"Silva" her voice cracks as she is overcome with an intense amount of relief.
But Delilah had to be careful as Rosalind had no knowledge of their relationship so she had to try her damn hardest to keep her emotions concealed.
As did Saul.
When all he wanted was to run to his girl and pull her into his arms, instead he walks down the steps and moves to stand behind her chair, feeling temporarily content with just standing close to her.
"I've been working Arthur for a week for a damn thing. Stella almost fucked it up this afternoon, but..-" Bloom cuts off Rosalind.
Delilah was too stunned to say anything.
" I don't understand. Why are you-" Rosalind cuts bloom off in return.
" It's time to put aside our differences, we have a common enemy. The blood witches are a scourge on the Other World. Everytime wer drive them out, they come crawling back" Rosland says.
"She's right. And if they are gathering strength to make a move, we need to stop them before it's too late" Silva spoke up from where he stood, serving as another reminder for Delilah that he was actually here, he was alright.
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Delilah had the suite too herself.
Bloom was off reading about blood witches.
Stella was with Beatrix
Musa was on a walk with her headphones.
Aisa was probably somewhere with Grey.
Terra and Flora were god knows where.
Once she got back to her room, she immediately changed out of her dress and rid her face of the make up she had to wear. She changed into some black sleeping shorts with a cropped dark green tank top.
She could not stop pacing back and forth, her heart and wind were racing. She knew that Saul was coming to see her as they were not able to even have a conversation in front of Rosalind which meant that now, was perfect for them.
She felt like a high school girl who grew nervous at the sight of her crush. Yes, her and Silva have been together for a whole year now but he still manages to sum a herd of butterflies in her stomach.
It's kind of sweet if you think about, after all these months of being separated, she still feels so strongly about him and their relationship.
It was no doubt the she loved him unconditionally.
A knock on her window interrupts her train of thought, she jumps and whirls around quickly and she sees Saul, waiting for her to open the window.
And when she does, he moves like lightning and pulls her into his arms, stumbling forward at the same time. She is quick to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face in his neck and breathing in his scent that effectively calms her racing heart.
God she missed him so much.
Saul wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her in so close she can hardly draw in a breath, he too buries his face in her hair, relishing in the feel of having his girl so close.
"I missed you so much" she whimpered into his neck, tears gathering in her eyes.
" I know, sweetheart. You have no idea how much it drove me insane not having you close to me" He said softly.
He pulls her away from him and moves his hands to cup her face and gently caress her cheeks, his eyes moving all around her face to get a good look at her.
She was always so beautiful in his eyes. And she still is.
He smiles before pulling her close again and leaning his face closer to hers. Slowly, they lean in closer and delilah closes her eyes milliseconds before her lips were going to meet his. Finally, Silva's lips brushed against hers, then he crashes their lips together.
The kiss starts out slowly, giving each other to familiarize themselves again and explore each others mouth. Deliliah tilts her head in order to a slightly deeper angle and she moves to wrap her arms around his neck and interlocking her hands there. She deepens the kiss and Silvas has no problem with that.
The kiss became more passionate and heated, both picking up the pace so its more faster and rough. Delilah lets out little moans as Silva starts backing backwards towards her bed and he sits down at the edge, pulling her to straddle his lap.
This meant that Delilah face was above his, enabling her to deepen the kiss even more. After a minute or two of their making out, they pulled away from each other, really needing to suck in some oxygen and refocus themselves.
Delilah leans her forehead on Silva's, closes her eyes and smiles.
I've missed that too" she laughed lightly.
He chuckled lowly, "me too love, me too" he pulls her closer to him.
Delilah had to admit, the way they were positioned was making her head spin and she could feel her body slowly coming alive under his touch.
She's not surprised, her body and mind have gone months without his touch, a reaction was going to be inevitable but she didn't mind.
Right then, a yawn escapes her.
She knew that she wanted him but she was way too tired to engage in that certain activity. Silva could see that too.
"Come on darling, lets get you to bed" he picks her up and carries her to her bed, pulling the blankets from the bed, placing her in it and then pulling the covers to cover her body. He then got in behind her, moving his arms around her body once more and pulling her closer to his.
The proximity of their bodies was making her even more sleepy as she could feel her eyes beginn to feel heavy.
But before she gives into the demand of sleep, she whispers one last thing.
"I love you"
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not gonna bother proof reading her grammatical mistakes, I'm too tired for that.
#winx club#fate series#bloom peters#dragon flame#saul silva#Saul Silva x reader#Saul Silva x oc#firefairy#love#short story#Saul silva x student#Saul Silva x fairy reader#slightly spicy?#magic winx
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Hey so @caktusjuice-draws I was listening to a song called 'if I had a tail' by Ingrid Witt.
And it hit me that this could be a roleswap of HM, but instead of Melissa looking for a cat of her own, she's trying to Be someone's cat.
Like she adores cats, she's got everything she had about that from before. But it's her who wants to be the pet cat. And she murders "bad owners" instead of bad dogs. She saw Freddie, idk kick a stray cat that scratched up his car.
Cue a different sort of horror as Paul is now trying to keep this murderous woman happy like before, but in a new way. (Because he wouldn't let this happen he pretends she needs to wear cat sweaters because, he's very much not ok with this but at least he can play along in ways to make it less uncomfortable for him.)
But she's very territorial. Cue the same sort of fighting with Emma but instead of fighting over Paul as a pet, it's fighting over Paul for attention. Anyone's attention. Emma is not allowed in the house because Melissa would kill her. Now we can get Paul straining to maintain his new relationship with Emma while keeping Melissa at bay. Cue Ted coming over uninvited and having a Paul discovering Ted moment but it's Melissa. Paul tries to explain but Melissa isn't letting Ted blab and "gets her claws out" with knives.
Maybe the Spot story is used as a last resort to get Melissa to leave. She turns on Paul, but she can't bring herself to kill the guy who's done the best owner work so far. So she calls the hospital, he wakes up.
Same sort of ending, but now instead of mommy, he finally calls her the name she wanted him to, and she goes to work everyday like he was going to do. Melissa allows him to date Emma if she stays out of the house and doesn't take more than an alloted amount of time from her. Or maybe Melissa kills Emma. You can up the creepy but this is a basic idea.
Whacha think? I thought it was a fun little swap idea. New sort of horror but similar things.
#shine post#hey melissa#starkid nightmare time#starkid au#nightmare time#paul matthews#melissa starkid#meowlissa au
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ROTTMNT MAD DOGS AND WHICH DADDY THEY WOULD VIBE WITH FROM DUNGEONS AND DADDIES
Before we begin, yes I know this is niche but golly gee are my hyperfixations strong as all hell. I need to mesh they together or I will die. Thank you.
Raphael
Darryl Wilson
-I feel like I shouldn't have to explain this one too much.
-Darryl would teach his new turtle son how to play football and Raph would watch wrestling with his new human dad.
-They are both stressed 24/7 and have to deal with 3 other childish members of their teams. They are the same person. Deal with it.
Donatello
Ron Stampler
-Okay, this one might need some explaining. I feel like out of all the dads, Donnie would find the most amusement watching the curiosity that is Ron Stampler.
-He would need to study him. And, maybe if they're lucky he could find a suitable pant replacement for his new step-dad. A win-win.
-Plus I feel like Donnie would remind him of his own step-son, Terry Jr. So... yeah.
Leonardo
Glenn Close
-I shouldn't have to explain, but I feel like some of you have questions. Probably in the back.
-Okay, so they are both the pretty boys of their group who rely on their quick witt before drawing their swords (or nunchucks)
-But also... they've both been to prison. And, they could bond over going to said prison (or prison dimension) and having to be rescued, only to come back with horrible trauma that they both refuse to talk about. Yay!!
Michelangelo
Henry Oak
-Okay, this is the one I am the least sure of, but I was running out of Dads.
-However, they are both the most emotionally inept people of their groups, but also sometimes the first to freak out.
-Also I could see Henry showing Mikey some cool rocks and the little turtle painting them for his new Rock Dad.
-Plus, they can both do magic. And, I feel like Mikey would remind Henry of his boy Sparrow. Very sweet. Yes.
Last notes... some of you might be asking 'Shouldn't Donnie be put with Henry-' NO!!! In the library episode, Donnie states he doesn't like Geology. They would squable.
#rottmnt#leo rottmnt#raph rottmnt#donnie rottmnt#mikey rottmnt#rottmnt headcanons#dungeons and daddies
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IVEBEEN ITCHING MYSELF TO MAKE A INTRO!
but uh, anyway
IM FRANK!!! but i go by many names so let me just,,,list that
FRANK (CURRENT NAME)
VALENTINE (PARTNER USE ONLY)
HARVEY (ALSO PARTNER USE ONLY)
WARLOCK
LOCKJAW
MORGAN (VERRYY OLD NAME)
REQUIEM
RANDAL
JACQUE
MAGGOT
DUNCAN (CURRENT NAME)
DUDLEY (CURRENT NAME)
WITT
SEYMOUR (CURRENT NAME)
IWILLNOTBELABELINGANYMOREBECAUSEITSABIGASSFUCKINGLIST
INTERESTS
ULTRAKILL
GREGORY HORROR SHOW
ROBLOX
. object show!
ELECTRIC DREAMS 1984
MARINE ANIMALS
ALTERNATIVE 90'S GRUNGE (OR JUST MUSIC IN GENERAL :-) )
COSMO SHELDRAKE
ART
JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC
. THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW
I AM...
. TRANSMASC!
I AM...
. YEAH!
I AM...
. BISEXUAL!
. OK OK ENOUGH OF THAT!!!!
i have Autism and Adhd so if im slow please be patient with me :)
I don't like loud noises at all :(
PAPER FUCKING SUCKS!!!!FUCK PAPER!!!!I HATE YUOR FEELING!
i lvoe toys
and im 6teen
ok anyway, my flags, my gender flags, my gender cloth
he/him, uuhh burger pronoun, uhhh sun pronoun
. LINKS OR SOMETHING
PRONOUNS PAGE
STRAW PAGE (MORE INFO)
idk what else uuhhhuuhhhh nayway
. TRIGGERS
MENTIONS OF CAR ACCIDENTS
MENTIONS/JOKES OR R@93
B3@$7@LITY
IRL GORE (perfectly fine w/ art/drawings)
S/A AND S/H
D3@D ANIMALS
. WHATS YOUR CURRENT SONA, FREAK
uhh uhhhhh uhh shit uuhhh this
any way, bye now, shoo thats all, keep scrolling!!! ^_^
#intro post#Sunboy gender#bisexual#catnipgender#Hypersexuality#transmasc#blog intro#introductory post#introduction#pinned intro#pinned post#gregory horror show#roblox#ultrakill#reference#johnny the homicidal maniac#JTHM
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I do think overexposure is a reason people are so bitchy about people enjoying gator as a character. Which like, I get- the fargo tag is mostly him, that's gotta be so annoying if you're a fargo fan (much like its impossible to peruse the stranger things tag if you dont love eddie munson 🙄). It's stupid really, because it's not really an objective annoyance, it's fandom related*. A lot of people don't seem to have the ability to block those 'OMG MY BBY HES SO PRECIOUS' people and instead fume about it until they've decided everyone who enjoys that character is like that. I've been on both sides of that in the last 15 years. Everyone needs to just calm down, smoke some weed if you partake, and remember it's all fiction. (*not to say people don't have legit reasons, ie sexism racism ect, to dislike the character, but that's not the reasons I've been seeing. Plus hes deliberately written like that for a reason, story wise. Its kinda the point. These are the kind of attitudes being challenged by dot's humanity)
NO EXACTLY BECAUSE IT LOWKEY IS OVEREXPOSURE and if I'm honest I also think it does not at all help that there has been an underwhelming amount of attention on fargo season five in general, because like. the ratio of content even on tiktok astounds me that there was next to none and I am hopeful that people will talk more about other characters
hell lowkey it would surprise people that I made the gator edit I did as a slight after thought because I began to like him more in terms of recent episodes where his behavior didn't just feel like he was antagonistic and you got to see more of them and ironically it was like, the less interactions he had with his dad and with other people who definitely clocked his shitty behavior, the more you saw him grow further from the path of " trying to be him " with dot, witt, etc. especially dot ngl
like I have seen this even in other fandoms I like and the most I have hoped to combat it is through doing fanart of dot and characters and trying to even think up edits ( thankfully a whole scenepack for the ENTIRE season was put out by an editor who I contacted who said they would do it and finally I can do dot and ole munch stuff )
but in general, I love gator, I get the hate but it's like, every fandom really will just have a moment of a lot of charas being overlooked and at least in some of the bigger fandoms this happens but lowkey also smaller fandoms like
I love alice wake from the alan wake franchise, I have been priming myself to draw here but there is like lowkey a veryyy small number of people who talk about her even though her documentary videos in alan wake 2 are so fucking emotional and get to me a lot
and hell, like you said it isn't even people hating folks who like him for that reason, it's just lumping every single enjoyer into one and I do not dig that the original folk who made the link just even tried to be like " oh gator is not even a physical abuse victim because his abuse was rarely shown compared to dot" and I will say to that: fargo season five is DOT's story, it's her abuse, and just because we don't see gator's own side of it doesn't mean we should ignore the glimpses and subtle details in his interactions and scenes where it heavily shows how much gator has been morphed by the people he was forced to grow up with and stick by, even as an adult
like he is apart of the discussion just like every other character and he is very much an example of people I even know who are like that, who ironically are my own siblings who I still live with
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continued from (x) with @fallen--leafs
It took Leaf a while to break out of it. He wasn’t starving, he didn’t enjoy this, and didn’t try to draw it out... And yet. He stares down at the two corpses, though his eyes are distant.
Don’t think about it.
He wipes his mouth and turns away- and freezes. Quite literally. He stares at the hunter, motionless, struggling to comprehend the situation. “I- wasn’t hiding.” ? Well that's a lie. But- ? Why didn’t they interfere? Why-- So, a wittness? Someone else to kill? But they were too calm for that. And didn’t... smell right.
The absurdity of the situation stumped him. Fear and aggression he could understand, frankly he expected while feeding, but this? “I’m- Sorry, I- I mean, yes?” He straightens up, standing up properly and dusting himself off. Only then does he spot the fire and shrink back. “Don’t-”
“What do you want??”
“You should be. You may be above humans in the food chain, but that does not mean you are above everything.”
His reaction to the fire merely confirms her suspicion, clearly his kind were just as flammable as so many others. “I was looking for answers, ones that you have provided me with. Would I be correct in assuming that you are relatively new to this dietary restriction?”
Kara was pretty sure she knew the answer, but it never hurt to check. “If so I have a suggestion, unless if you want to try your luck.”
The glint in her eyes made it clear that she wouldn’t be opposed to that, after all it had been a rather dull month and she needed the distraction.
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been drawing a lot of anime girls so im practicing my mirage again
#i draw so much anime i need to unlearn it so I don't accidentally make him a twink#ive seen what goes on below the puffy jacket#apex mirage#apex legends#elliott witt#mirage
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Y o let me just say how much I love this boy💕💕💕 fricken if I could record every voice line he says trust me I would, but lowkey my favs are the ones he says when he’s on his ownnn
U h anyways just have one of these clips of him being precious UwU
#i need to draw him again ASAP#mirage apex legends#apex legends mirage#apex legends#mirage#ah precious boy~#elliot witt#gaming#ps4
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this is your reminder that mirage has no less than three (3) life-size cardboard cutouts of himself in his room.
#I have 'humble witt' set as my loading screen so I get this reminder constantly so I need to make sure others get it too#I hate him sm sbdjgjshs#although. the fact that he has real fanart on his wall as well as drawings that say 'to: mirage' hanging up#is really fuckin adorable.......#♢ — 《 guys. geyser. geyser. guys. and gals. 》 ooc.
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Hiii. if you're still taking requests can you do a azriel one? (Can't get enough of him🤭🥰) can you witte one where azriel gets really badly hurt on a mission and barely makes it back and the reader freaking out and being really worried.?
pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)
warnings: angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, sad shiz but happy ending
a/n: this isn’t as angsty as I planned but it’s a lil, pls comment if you like it and tell me ur thoughts <33
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Azriel had promised you the mission would be quick. In and out were his exact words.
You should’ve known better than to trust him when he spoke so casually about breaking into a palace in the human courts, you should’ve known that something would go horribly, inconceivably wrong. But when he smiled at you and held you against him, swaying from side to side you were too lost in his easy lies to care.
You had started going on more missions with him recently. While you weren’t a spy, you had an incredible knack for lying. Cassian joked that you were just a brat but even he couldn’t deny that you were talented when it came to batting your eyes and pressing a hand gently enough on a soldier’s arm that they would bend to your every will.
You and Azriel had also discovered that the most effective torture method was to trick whoever you had taken into a false sense of security, you would use a gentle tone and motherlike care to make them feel safe. And then they were always willing to speak, believing that once Azriel stopped his ministrations they could fall into the safety of your arms.
It was a good tactic and even Azriel was impressed when you first tried it. But that never quelled his protectiveness, the way an arm would find its way secured around your waist as soon as you had secured the information you needed, or the way he kissed you fiercely in his shadows when he was tired of watching men flirt with you.
The truth was you and Azriel were so completely in love, no amount of flirting could ever take you from the gentle but possessive grip of your mate. In some ways that’s what kept you going, knowing that at the end of the day you didn’t have to plaster on a fake smile and sweet voice.
At the end of the day, in the warmth and comfort of your share home you were yourself. You could wear the same jumper for weeks straight and laugh at crude jokes. You could do your makeup at 3am and then turn to your half-asleep mate with a pout, whining until he caved and let you do his makeup too.
But in the end, your complete devotion would come back to bite you in the ass.
It was your fault, or so you believed. If you had just kept your eyes on the general with bad breath and a crooked nose you wouldn’t be in this mess. But when he got to close your eyes flickered to were your mate stood, concealed in shadows, and through all the generals personal hygiene faults, he had been trained to notice subtle looks that gave you away.
He had grabbed you so tightly that you couldn’t help but yelp, drawing Azriel’s attention to you. And while you had disabled the general quickly you now had hoards of guards chasing you out of an area that was guarded against winnowing.
Azriel hadn’t wasted a second. You were his top priority and so he had abandoned the plan and grabbed you as quickly as he could, gathering you into his arms as he flew to the exit. You had spluttered apologies to him as he flew, your eyes trained on the guards chasing you, the guards who were now drawing bows.
Azriel was quick but the arrows were quicker. You threw your hands out, trying to bat off as many of them as you could with the limited power you held. But as concentrated as you were on the ones directed to his wings, you didn’t see the one aiming for his lower torso until you felt it graze you from where it left his body.
He grunted as you swore, finally out of the barriers as he winnowed to as close to home as he could. But while injured that wasn’t easy and you found yourselves standing in a wooded area, Azriel dropping you down much more roughly than usual, swearing as he leaned against a tree.
“Okay, okay I can fix this, you’re going to be fine.” You spoke, mainly to yourself as the panic inside you grew. You scanned the area, spotting a cave not too far off, not wanting to leave Azriel in the open when you had no idea what could be in these woods.
“C’mon baby, let’s go this way.” You slung an arm around him, just above the wound and began making your slow trek to the small cave. As soon as you had him sat down, you knelt in front of him, tears in your eyes as you cut open his top, so you had access to the wound beneath.
“Why are you crying sweetheart?” you heard him ask and you rolled your eyes, wiping away the stray tears.
“Why do you think dumbass,” you said, forcing a smile when he huffed a laugh.
“You can’t be mean to me right now,” he complained as you set about cutting off both ends of the arrow so you could remove it safely, wincing when he hissed, gritting his teeth.
You finally had both ends cut off and went to pull it out, removing your shawl and preparing to press it against the wound that was spouting far too much blood. You looked up at him with your hands pressed shakily against his wound and saw his skin was pale and sweaty, his eyes drooping as they tried to close. He fell forward slightly but you held him upright with your shoulder, panic rushing through you, white hot.
“Azriel c’mon no, none of that. You’ve got to stay awake baby, you’re too heavy for me.” You begged; your hands pressed tightly against his wound as you let the tears fall freely. You eventually had to pull away, moving him so he was leaning against the cave wall, taking extra precaution to ensure his head didn’t get hurt.
His eyes cracked open when he felt your blood-soaked palm press gently against his face, glassy and barely present.
“Hey, hey I need you to stay with me, okay?” you tried to smile, wanting to offer him any semblance of comfort.
“Always baby,” he whispered, and you smiled, pulling your hands away slightly and smiling when you saw the wound healing externally already.
“What are you getting me for solstice?” you asked, wanting to keep him awake and speaking.
“Not telling.” He muttered and you laughed.
“You have to, we have to talk about something.” You joked, pulling a hand away just long enough to wipe your eyes as you focused on his face.
“I had a few ideas; nothing seems good enough.” He muttered and you laughed.
“Tell me.”
“Well first I thought a necklace, books, maybe art supplies or something but that’s all boring,” he whispered, and you smiled, nodding.
“If it’s from you it won’t be boring,” you smiled, hands still pressed tightly against his wound.
“Well I also thought I could get you your own truthteller, maybe one with a pink handle.” He joked.
“Well you know full well I would love that, maybe baby pink with little white hearts on it,” he smiled at you, his head lulling slightly forward. You reached up to him again holding his head gently in your hands, before you lay him down, covering him in the rest of your shawl.
“You plan that then, I’m going to go get wood and we’ll start a fire okay, keep you warm.” You stroked his face gently, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
“Be safe,” he grabbed your hand as you stood to leave,
“You first.”
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Your luck apparently ran out as soon as you looked at Azriel, given as soon as you walked out the cave the heavens opened, and you were soaked to the skin in the seconds. You grabbed as much wood as you could straight away, throwing it into the dry cave.
You then ventured further out, finding a rabbit, and killing and cleaning it out as quickly as you could, practically running back to the cave. You knelt down, starting a small fire, and removing your now dirty and completely soaked dress, ringing out your hair.
You then moved back to Azriel, brining him closer to the fire as you cooked speared the rabbit over it, cooking all the meat you could salvage of its small body.
“You’re so cold,” he muttered, pressing his nose into your bare skin as you shivered, moving even closer to the fire.
“Ah you know what they say, cold hands, cold heart.”
“I don’t think that’s the-“
“Shh,” you muttered, curling into him as you pressed together trying to steal some warmth from each other.
“If I get ill I’m going to kill you.” You whispered into his neck, and he chuckled, clenching his teeth when he moved to soon and your head shot up to him.
“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” he shook his head, tightening his arms around you.
“No you’re alright,” he whispered. You lay there for a while longer, Azriel’s body limp, all his energy going into healing the deep wound in his side. Yours on the other hand was tense, ears perking up at any sound, half expecting a pack of rabid wolves to come eat you the second you allowed yourself to relax. When the rabbit was finished, you picked it apart, feeding it to Azriel gently, determined to get his energy back.
He was still so pale and no matter how hard you tried, nothing could quell the nausea in your stomach. Every time you looked at him when he closed his eyes your heart dropped, your anxiety telling you that this might just be the last time you ever see him.
You didn’t sleep all night, instead staying pressed against him, shivering in your undergarments as your dress dried by the fire. You regularly checked his pulse, temperature, breathing and whatever else you could, too afraid to take your eyes off of him for even a second.
By the time the sun finally rose, Azriel’s complexion had evened out and the wound in his side was puckering into a pink scar. You were beyond relieved, fussing over him when he woke up like the mother you often pretended to be.
You pulled your dress back on and stumbled to a near-by river to collect him some water, picking a species of berries you recognised along the way, and actively ignoring the cough you had developed over night.
You got back to the cave and almost cried in relief when you saw him sitting up, smothering the burning embers that used to be your fire. He looked over to you as you padded in and swore, standing to come to you.
“You look like shit what happened?” he asked, worry coating his features.
“Hey! I spent all night looking after you asshole,” you shoved him gently but he held tight, holding your chin in his slender fingers as he forced you to look at him.
“Shit it was raining last night,”
“Yeah?” you asked as he shook his head.
“That’s why you were so cold, c’mon let’s get you home you’re ill.” He muttered as you wildly protested.
“I’m fine, you need to rest,” you pointed at him, but he brushed you off, gathering you in his arms to winnow home.
“We can rest together, at home, in bed.” He stated, not leaving any room for argument so you relaxed in his arms, your head pressed against his shoulder.
“Okay,” you conceded, your voice small as he smiled down at you.
“Thank you for looking after me darling,” his voice was filled with sincerity, and you snuggled closer into him.
“Anytime.” You whispered as he winnowed you away, only vaguely aware of the feeling of him placing you down on your bed and curling around your back, arms tight and secure.
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Huntmira Week Day 5/6/7: Masquerade/First Kiss/Favorite Headcanon
Intro
“Welcome one and all to the Emperor’s Coven celebration of the fast approaching day of unity! Emperor Bolos has graciously opened his home to all of you for a masquerade ball! Now come in and celebrate with us!”
Once the announcer's speech was over the gates to the Emperor’s Coven were open to the select few that had been invited to the ball. Only the most high tear residents of the Boiling Isles had been granted the honor of attending the event.
“Alright you three I want everyone to be on their best behavior, only the most elite were invited to this event so we should take advantage of this opportunity to make new connections.¨ said Odalia as she scanned the room for potential targets. ¨These masks will make things a bit more difficult but itś nothing we can't handle.¨
“You two know what you need to do right?” asked Odalia while holding on to her husband's arm to keep him from running off on his own. The man is a genius when it comes to inventing new products but he needs a bit of help when it comes to socializing. A skill that is essential to growing their business.
“Yes mother” responded the twins in unison giving her their best smiles.
“Good now go mingle” she said as she started pulling her husband along with her towards an unsuspecting group of potential clients.
While their younger sister was charged with testing and showing off Blight industry products the twins were tasked with being the faces of the company. They were meant to one day take over their mother's role as promoters of the family business. She knew that the twins were more than capable at speaking with clients and investors which is why she always kept them on the forefront during social events. They were naturally charismatic and had inherited her quick witts. One day they would be the ones running the company so it was important they build strong business relations.
Twins
“So what do you think?” asked Edric as he squinted in an attempt to survey the room. He needed glasses but he never wore them in front of others. The only times he used them was when he was home alone doing homework.
They were already drawing a lot of attention. Though this was intentional Odalia liked for all of them to stand out in these types of events. Making a lasting impression was good for business.
Emira was wearing a big beautiful off the shoulder golden gown with emerald detailings with her hair done up in a bun wearing a mask that matched her dress. Edric who was standing next to her was wearing a suit similar in design to his sisters with a matching mask. Even in a room filled with extravagant attire the two still stood out.
“You heard what mother said we have to mingle. See anyone we know?” responded Emira while she scanned the faces of the people starting to make their way to them.
“Nope I can’t tell who anyone is with all these flamboyant outfits. Want to just hit the obdurves table?”
“Amity is lucky she didn't have to come. She gets to hang out with her girlfriend while we get to mingle with business partners” mumbled Emira to herself.
“I see you’re mad you don’t get to see your boyfriend today” said Edric without thinking. Emira had still not fully forgiven him for ruining the first time she and Hunter met outside the library. “I mean uh yeah today is when you would normally go meet up with Hunter right?” he added in a panicked tone. The look on Emira’s face made him regret bringing up the subject.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve already told you we are just friends. Besides, we haven’t spoken since that day at the carnival.” noted Emira in a grim tone.
“I’m really sorry Em I really messed things up between you guys” apologized Edric feeling genuinely remorseful. Emira had helped him find a partner and he had ruined her relationship with the first boy she liked.
“Like I said there was never anything between us. Let’s just go, come on.” mumbled Emira as she started to make her way to the obvdorbes table with Edric quick behind her heels.
It was true there wasn't anything between her and the Hunter. They were just friends if you could call them that. Even though they had been spending a lot of time together for a few months now Emira was not sure how Hunter saw her. They had never spent any time together outside of the library. He never spoke about himself to her all Emira knew was that Hunter was raised by his uncle but he wouldn’t say more than that. Most of the time he acted like he didn’t want her there.
It was her own fault. She knew better. The number one rule that has been drilled into all three siblings is do not get attached. The moment you get attached to something you lose. But I had been sure it would be different with Hunter. It was different with him. They would spend the days they weren’t together sending messages to one another. Or at least they had until that day at the carnival. It had already been a week since then and Hunter had still not spoken to her. The only message he had sent her after the carnival just said one word.
“I know Ed blames himself and at first I blamed him too but I know it’s not his fault. I was the one that fantacied there was something there when there obviously wasn’t. Live and learn right? At least it ended before it started. I just wish he would have said something instead of just ghosting me. I thought that at the very least the time we had spent together would have earned me that much. Who knows maybe I’ll meet someone here? One thing's for sure next time around I won’t be making the same mistake again.” thought Emira to herself as she kept moving forward.
Hunter
"She's pretty" noted Emperor Belos from his throne to Hunter who was standing next to him.
"Huh? Who?" Question Hunter puzzled by his uncle's words. He had never heard Emperor Belos refer to anyone as pretty or even note a person’s appearance. It somehow felt wrong coming from him, especially while he was wearing his mask.
"The girl you've been staring at all evening" teased Emperor Belos who was now looking directly at him.
Hunter had never been so happy to be wearing his helmet as it shielded his burning face from his uncle. "No I wasn't… I was scanning the room for threats… yeah threats'' sputtered Hunter as he panicked at the sudden accusation. His uncle had no idea of the secret meetups he had been having with Emira over the past few months and Hunter prefered to keep it that way.
“Ah yes that young lady does certainly look very threatening.” mused Belos looking back in the direction of the. “ Is she? She’s the eldest Blight girl right? That’s her brother next to her. Hmmm looks like she doesn't have a date. You know you should ask her for a dance. That way you can put your suspicions to rest.” said Belos as he leaned in towards Hunter so only he could hear him.
Although he knew it was impossible Hunter was afraid that his uncle was able to see how red his face had become through his mask or that he could hear the beating of his heart which sounded like drums playing to him. He was at a complete loss of words at his sudden brashness. “...I … no I have to stay close incase of trouble.” managed Hunter. Belos gave a light chuckle before putting a hand on Hunter’s shoulder and giving him a slight push forward. “Go have fun, this is a celebration after all. And don’t worry about me, I think I can manage without you for the duration of a dance or two.” he jested in a warm tone.
Hunter stumbled forward before taking a look back at his uncle who was gesturing for him to go. This was not like him at all although they had never been in a situation where Hunter could actually socialize with people that were not in the coven or direct followers of Emperor Belos. It still felt wrong.
“That’s an order, go have fun.” added Emperor Belos in a more authoritative tone but Hunter could still hear the smile behind his mask. “Besides, we need someone that represents me to interact with our guests. Who better than my right hand man?” he added in a more relaxed tone.
Hunter took in his uncle's words before responding “Yes Emperor Belos”as he gave a bow in the direction of his uncle. He then turned around and started making his way through the crowd in the direction of Emira.
Twins
Edric noticed him first. It was the Golden Guard making his way straight to them ignoring everyone that tried to make conversation with him. “He must be mad,” whispered Edric to his sister.
“Who?” said Emira looking around for the source of her brother's concern but it did not take her long to realize who it was.
“Hey Ed, did you do something to the Golden Guard without telling me?’ asked Emira while raising an eyebrow at her brother.
“I was going to ask you the same thing” responded Edric. “What do you think he wants?”
“He probably wants to talk business since the Emperor practically owns Blight Industries now. Although that doesn’t explain why he would want to talk to us.” pondered Emira.
“Maybe he would rather talk to us than mom.” offered Edric.
“Well mom did say to mingle. Who knows maybe we can get on his good side?” replied Emira
Before Edric could respond the golden guard was already standing only a few feet from them. Just standing there staring in their general direction. Or at least they assumed he was it was hard to tell with his helmet on.
Hunter
“Ask her for a dance” he says, like it's that easy. Mumbled Hunter to himself. She doesn’t know I’m the golden guard, she'll probably think I’m just some creep. Not like it would be easier for Hunter to ask her for a dance. They hadn’t spoken since the carnival. When he came back to the castle that day he had been informed about the ball his uncle was throwing. Ever since then he had been extremely busy with managing the event. He hadn’t even had time to respond to her messages. The last message he sent to her just said busy. She probably hates him now.
Pl”us I’d never asked someone for a dance before and this was Emira. At least as the golden guard she wouldn’t be able to see his reactions to her teasing.” thought Hunter to himself as he continued to make his way through the crowd. “What am I supposed to say? Hey Em it’s me Hunter wanna dance? Oh this yeah I’m the Golden Guard. Yeah, the same Golden Guard that threatens your parents no big deal.” Scoffed Hunter to himself. He allowed himself to look back at Emperor Belos. He wasn’t surprised to see his uncle was watching him make his way to the twins.
“Right I was given an order and I have to follow it through. Maybe Emira doesn’t need to know who I am. That way I still get to follow my orders and she won't hate me as much” tried to bargain Hunter “...she’ll find out eventually though.” He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t realized he was already standing just a few feet from the twins. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves before taking a step forward “Here goes everything” thought Hunter to himself.
Twins
“Smile Ed,” whispered Emira to her brother who was getting more and more uncomfortable with the man standing before them. The Golden Guard stood there for an uncomfortable amount of time just staring at them or at least looking in their general direction; it was hard to tell with his mask on.
“Hey are you o…” before Edric could finish the Golden Guard took a step towards them which caused Edric to stop speaking.
Both twins bowed before the Golden Guard but when they lifted their heads they were surprised to see his hand was outstretched towards them.
Hunter cleared his throat before asking “Could I have this dance?”
The twins were momentarily dumbfounded. Did the Golden Guard just ask for a dance? He was directing his question at Emira but before she could respond Edric stepped forward and took the Golden Guard’s hand.
“Oh I thought you’d never ask.” said Edric as he feigned bashfulness.This was not the first creep that had set their sights on his sister and it wouldn’t be the last. This guy had muscled his way into their families business. Their parents had been on edge ever since their interaction with him. Golden Guard be damned there was no way Ed would allow him near his sister.
“Uhh I uh” Hunter was compleatly taken off guard by Edrics advance. Not to mention the sudden shift in his demeanor. Even though they had only met once before Ed had come across as a kind, warm, and childish individual. His words and actions did not match his eyes; the person in front of him had no warmth in his eyes. I wouldn't have thought he could be so assertive. “That makes sense after what you did to their parents,” thought Hunter to himself.
“That’s enough Ed” said Emira while placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “Besides I believe he was asking me, right?” she noted with a smile while giving Hunter a wink.
“I uh yes ...um” Hunter felt his face get hot and once again was grateful for his helmet concealing his face.
“Em are you sure” whispered Edric to his sister while shooting a glare at Hunter.
“Yeah it’s ok I can handle this besides it’s just one dance. Why don’t you go find mom and dad? I’ll meet up with you guys after ok.” she whispered back trying to sooth her twin.
“...Ok” said Edric before shooting one last cold glance at Hunter and walking away to find their parents.
Blights
“...Isn't that right Honey '' gushed Odalia who was speaking with one of Blight Industries frequent customers about a potential new product. “Honey?”
Alador’s attention was completely enthralled by something off in the distance. “Alador?” puzzled Odalia as she began to worry.
“Dear is that our daughter dancing with the Golden Guard?” queried Alador who was squinting his eyes in an attempt to get a better view. Just like his son he also needed glasses but Odalia had given up on trying to get him new ones since he always broke or lost them. Now his goggles were his only glasses which he never remembered to use when he was not working on a project.
“What?! Where?!” asked Odlia while searching the dance floor for their daughter. Emira was not hard to find due to the extravagant dress. Not to mention people were giving the couple a bit more space given that her daughter's partner was indeed the Golden Guard. Odalia had made it a point of getting the twins the most extravagant attire she could find. It was important to make lasting impressions. Although she never thought that would earn this type of attention.
Odalia let out a slight gasp when she saw her eldest daughter dancing with Emperor Belos' right hand man. “Where's Edric?” breathed Odalia while she looked for her baby boy. There was no way Edric would have left his sister with the Golden Guard and she knew it. He had always been protective of her which means he might have done something reckless.
“I’m right here mother” grumbled Edric who was still staring daggers at his sister's dance partner from behind his parents.
“Oh dear, come tell us what happened,” whispered Odalia to her disgruntled son, making note that he did not have a scratch on him. That was a good sign.
“He just approached us and asked Em to dance, I tried stopping it but Em said she could handle it,” mumbled Edric who was still unsettled by the situation.
Odalia let out a sigh of relief and straightened herself. “Don’t worry dear, your sister can handle this, she's a very smart and resourceful girl. Before the night is over she’ll have the Golden Guard eating from the palm of her hand.” bragged Odalia while giving her son what she thought looked like a reassuring smile but was more self satisfying than anything. If Emira said she could handle it then Odalia was sure her daughter already had a plan in mind. Out of her children Emira had sertently been the one to have inherited her cunning.
“This could be a great opportunity for us,” added Alador who was still squinting at the dance floor.
“Yes indeed” noted Odalia who was already thinking of all the benefits that could come out of this.
Edric on the other hand was not convinced and he still wanted to get Emira away from that guy as soon as possible.
Hunter
“Step one two three.. Step one two three.. don’t step on her feet.” thought Hunter to himself as he tried to keep his cool. “Focus Hunter it’s just one dance you can do this just don’t look at her eyes. And remember you have the advantage since she can’t see your face. Yeah but you can see hers. Oh titan, how is she so calm?”
After a while of dancing Emira finally said “So you’re the Golden Guard?” she mused while giving him a mischievous smile.
Hunter had been spending all of his concentration dancing that he flinched when she spoke. “I um yes” he stammered before clearing his throat and saying it again this time with more confidence “Yes I am.”
“Who would have thought that nerdy boy I met at the library was actually Emperor Belos' right hand man,” wondered Emira to herself as she kept on dancing without any hesitation.
“Yeah… wait what? I... uh no don’t know what you mean,” faltered Hunter before finally giving up. “What gave it away?” he whispered, getting ready for the backlash that was sure to come.
“Your voice, I knew as soon as you asked me to dance. Did you really think I wouldn't be able to tell it was you?” she asked with a smile genuinely amused. “I will say that I was taken off guard at first. Not that you were the Golden Guard but that you were actually asking me to dance.”
Upon hearing this Hunter felt a huge weight lift off his chest and he felt his body relax. He had been so afraid of losing his best friend he never even stopped to think that no matter what she would always accept him for him.
“I’m sorry Em…” he started but was cut off by Emira who had leaned in to kiss him. Or at least she kissed his helmet where his lips would be.
“Curse this stupid helmet” thought Hunter to himself. He tried to speak but the only thing that came out was something that sounded like a whimper rather than words.
Emira giggled to herself while trying to hide her smile behind her hand. “Was she blushing?” thought Hunter.
“That was a lovely dance. We should do this again sometime but maybe next time lose the helmet? She said as she pulled away from him. “See you around Hunter.” she said as she started walking with that same smile on her face.
“What just happened? Did she just kiss him? Why did she kiss him? And why was he wearing this stupid helmet?!” thought Hunter to himself as his brain scrambled to make sense of what just happened.
It wasn’t until now that Hunter realized that the song they had been dancing to had long since ended.
Blights
As soon as Emira reached her family her mother quickly pulled her into a hug.
“You did good, dear” said Alador in his usual monotone voice.
“Way to go you just made that boy fall head over heels for you.” added Odalia in an excited tone.
She knew that her parents ment the remarks in terms of a business achievement but Emira could not help but smile at the thought of them praising her for dancing with the boy she liked.
“Thanks,” she said with a smile that brightened up her face.
The only one that was not in high spirits was Edric who could not believe what had just happened but before he could confront his sister Emira took him by the arm and pulled him away.
“We’re going to get some punch ok?” said Emria to her parents as she pulled her brother along.
“Alright have fun,” said Odaia before quickly turning around to speak with the crowd of people that had gathered around them. Having their daughter dance with the Golden Guard had definitely gotten them some attention.
Hunter
As soon as he gathered his bearings Hunter made his way back to Emperor Belos' side. And although he could not see his face he got the feeling that his uncle was grinning at him. But before he could reach him he was approached by Kikimora.
“How unsightly to have the Golden Guard walking around with lipstick on his helmet. You are supposed to be a representation of Emperor Belos yet look at you. Walking around like a love struck boy. You could hardly stay on your feet after that girl kissed you. How embarrassing.” sneered Kikimora low enough so that only Hunter could hear her.
“What lipstick?” thought Hunter to himself before the sudden realization dawned on him. Instead of heading back to his uncle he took a turn to go to a part of the castle that was sealed off for the rest of the party. Once he was out of sight he took off his helmet to inspect it and sure enough there it was. Emira’s lipstick from where she had kissed him. His face turned a deep crimson color when he realized he had been walking around like that on top of the realization that he had not imagined it she had kissed him.
He made up his mind, without putting his helmet back on he headed to his room to change.
Twins
“Em, wait, what’s going on? And why did you kiss that guy?” demanded Edric, digging in his heels so that his sister couldn't pull him anymore.
“Calm down Ed I just want to get somewhere we can talk without being interrupted ok?” said Emira who was still smiling.
“Fine, how about over there behind the stairs?” sighted Edric as he pointed to a set of stairs not far from them.
“That’s perfect” said Emira as she started making her way to them with her brother walking next to her.
As soon as they arrived Edric quickly started again but was silenced by Emira who had placed her hand over his mouth.
“I know what you’re going to say but wait and listen to me first. That was Hunter.” noted Emira before removing her hand from her brother's face.
Edric was in a brief state of shock unable to comprehend what his sister had just said. “Wait Hunter? Like your Hunter?” he asked, still not believing what his sister had said.
“Yup he’s the Golden Guard,” added Emira with a small smile.
“You knew? And you didn’t tell me? Em I was so scared” muttered Edric “Did you not tell me because of what happened at the carnival.” he whispered, sounding hurt.
“No Ed it’s not like that. I didn’t know either, I just found out too. You know I tell you everything.” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
Edric returned his sister's smile before asking “So did he confess his undying love for you?”
Before Emira could respond Ed spun her around so she could see Hunter, not the Golden Guard, making his way towards them. He was wearing a white suit with a golden shirt and a mask that only covered his eyes.
“Ready for round two?” he said before stepping forward to greet Hunter. After they exchanged some words Emira could not make out Hunter continued making his way to her whild Ed used his magic to make sure nobody else could see the pair.
“Hey Em,” said Hunter, who was looking at the floor in a futile attempt to hide his face so she couldn't see him blushing.
“Hey,” she responded, trying to keep her normal composure.
“Um… you said you wanted to try a dance without the helmet right? So.. would you… like to dance with me.” said Hunter who had his hand outstretched towards her and whose face was the deepest shade of crimson color she had ever seen.
“Of course” said Emira while taking his hand.
The song that was playing was a slow song and it gave them time to talk. Once that song was over they kept on dancing to the next ones and catching up on everything they had not spoken about in the past week. How busy Hunter had been and how he was afraid that she might be angry at him to which Emira confessed she thought Hunter no longer wanted to be her friend.
Hunter had not realized he had made her sad. He always assumed she would be mad at him but it neve occurred to him that he would hurt her. She was the one person in the world he would never want to hurt. It must have been the sadness in her eyes which were always so full of joy and playfulness that made him lose his sense of reason. Before he knew what he was doing his lips were already pressed against hers.
When he pulled away he was ready to apologize for kissing her so suddenly but then she kissed him back.
When she pulled away Hunter could see her face. She was blushing and had a smile that lit up the entire room “I really missed you,” she said.
At seeing her face and hearing those words Hunter's heart skipped a beat. Nobody has ever said they missed him.
"I missed you too," he replied, returning her smile.
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It tends to work like this:
Apex Legends have two months off every four.
It’s in their contracts. A season lasts four months, and then for a two-month off-season there aren’t any matches or events. Legends get their pay and then they get to go home, go on vacation, rest and recuperate and do what they need to do to take care of their bodies and minds after four months of brutal bloodsports.
Or:
The ring is no place for romance, and on the off season Mirage doesn’t exist.
Or:
“Prostheses aren’t exactly my realm of expertise,” Elliott warns. “Like, I know enough to get around, kind of, but if you want like. Premium premium stuff? I mean, I’ve got a few friends? I don’t know if they’re covered by the Legends’ health package, but it never hurts to ask. I’m pretty sure if they aren’t covered already they’ll be covered as soon as you ask anyways. Have I ever told you that the amount of sway that Legends has is terrifying? Because it really is sometimes.”
Elliott is babbling, he knows he’s babbling, because Fitzroy is looking at him. Like, in a serious way. Like he’s really seeing Elliott-- not Mirage, but Elliott. Not the cocky cool guy, chill enough to throw jokes with a gun in his face. Elliott is a little nerdy and a lot nervous and isn’t pacing right now only because that’d draw way more attention than two Legends employees saying goodbye before going on vacation.
Fitzroy rakes his eyes down Elliott’s form, and Elliott shoves down a blush before it can show on his face.
“Are you covered by the Legends’ health package?”
It takes a moment, for it to click in Elliott’s head that Fitzroy is not flirting. Or, maybe he is, but he doesn’t mean to flirt. Or, at least, he doesn’t mostly mean to flirt. Potential client. He’s allowed to flirt a little, so long as Elliott keeps it professional.
“Elliott Witt isn’t,” Elliott says pointedly, because he isn’t. Separate entities-- it took a lot of paperwork and some really specific legalese, but Elliott was determined. Elliott Witt has nothing to do with the Apex Legends corporation, and he intends to keep it that way.
For as long as he can, at least. He wasn’t joking about the amount of sway Legends has, or the fact that it terrifies him sometimes.
But at the same time, he gets why Fitzroy would want to come to him. Keep it in house. Apex Legends is a bloodsport, nasty on and off the ring, and Fitzroy doesn’t seem to do too much to keep his work persona and off-work persona separate. It’s hard to know who you can trust, outside of the other Legends. Even Legends employees have their biases, stake their bets-- at least the other Legends have a vested interest in keeping you alive and well and not fucking you over, in case you’re on their team next round.
Elliott Witt doesn’t care. Mirage does.
He hisses a breath out between his teeth. “Look, I can. Leave you my card and contact info, alright? I can consult on it, and if it’s… if you need more than I can offer, I’ll make sure you’re in good hands, yeah?”
#q's plunnies#apex legends#mirage#mirage apex legends#elliott witt#fuse apex legends#walter fuse fitzroy#walter fitzroy#miragefuse#idk what the fucking ship name is ok
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Finally
A commission for @shortythescreen TYSM AGAIN AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!
Summary: Anita has been friends with you for awhile and thought her yearning after you was simply her having a crush on you. Not seeing all the signs that pointed to you liking her back. Well, not until you two are in a sparring session and she pins you to the ground after some heavy flirting and goes for the kill. Only to find out you two are in fact, both into each other. Or!!!! In which Anita is oblivious of your adoration of her and once she finds out she fucks your brains out and calls you cute pet names like Princess and Baby Girl.
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Fandom: Apex Legends
Relationship: Bangalore/Fem! Reader
Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Reader is a cis gal, lots of pet names like Princess/Baby Girl/etc!, brief mention of hand around throat, big monster themed strap, breeding kink, Reader is a brat
Words: 6.1k
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Call Anita cliché, but she’d never met a girl like you.
She’d always thought herself to be the ‘not-so-romantic-’ type. Sure, she’d had relationships in the past, but that felt more like teenage exploration than it had been a real connection. Her 20’s had been too busy for her to even begin to think about having a relationship- IMC kept her real busy and made sure all her time had been eaten up. Well. Except for a fling here and there. And by the time she got to where she was now, she had the Apex games to participate in and friends around her.
So why worry about romance now, right?
When you showed up to compete, you didn’t seem like anything real special. Cute, sure, had your own sass about you but so did a lot of competitors climbing their way up the ranks to be known as Legend. You didn’t seem as arrogant or cocky as most competitors did, you seemed focused and determined, so you had that going for you. A plus in her book.
You had wound up clawing your way to the top through the same blood and gunfire as the rest of them did. You’d even gotten your fair share of hits on her. In fact, you’d managed to even take a few of the legends out- including her.
Anita was embarrassed to admit she hadn’t been exactly angry when you’d done it either. Your pleasant weight atop her, a small smirk on your face when you’d practically crooned out, “Nothing personal, Sarge. But, won’t lie and say this doesn’t feel great.” Before you’d taken her out with a knife removed from your thigh’s hilt.
That’s when you really caught her attention.
~Rest Under The Cut~
You were a new legend now, landing out on top of all the other competitors as champion. You’d proven your worth, and the Syndicate made damn well sure you got a great deal to make you stay. Seeing you out on the battlefield all geared up had been one thing, but to see you walking around the compound in casual lounge wear and doing things even like reading a book? That’s when Anita had realized there was something a little more about the way she looked at you.
Infatuation, she’d told herself, you were just hot. That should have been it. Not like she hadn’t thought that way about Ajay, Bloodhound, Wraith, hell even Witt had been smoking, what was the difference with you?
However, those feelings amplified as you two got closer.
It all seemed to click when one night you had been the one to offer a movie night for all the legends. When Anita laughed and said sleepovers weren’t her thing, you’d quirked a brow and asked if she was chicken. Cock fights and being baited into something like movies all because you’d poked at her and called her a coward- she should have known better. And yet she’d puffed out her chest and told you ‘In your dreams’ and showed up anyway.
The gall you had at making a swirl motion around your pinkie at her and mouthing ’Littlest finger’ and blowing a kiss her way SHOULD have made Anita red hot with anger. But instead, she’d been red hot with the feeling of begin flustered curling down her spine.
And the urge to wipe that damned cocky look off your face. Preferably with her mouth.
Freckled cheeks flushed and a huff exhaling from Anita‘s lips as she had turned her gaze away from you all snuggled up against Natalie’s side and trying to convince herself that it wasn’t because she was jealous. You just…looked nice and warm was all.
And maybe you looked extra cute when you laughed and threw your head back at a certain scene on the movie. And maybe Anita at some point didn’t totally wind up sitting behind you just so when you leaned back, you’d lean back all the way into her lap just to try and irritate her with your bratty attitude. And maybe, just maybe, Anita had pretended to look irritated just so you’d stay leaned back into her lap.
She didn’t exactly mean to fall for you, but not like it was hard. It felt like you were a ray of sunshine in her dark little corner at times. Even when Anita would be having a bad day and feeling a bit too touchy when it came to loud noises, it’s as if you just understood her, resting a hand on her arm and offering her solace in any way you could.
Like one day Anita had been rather snappy, it was edging the anniversary of when her brother had…had been taken from her. Everything felt a little too much, memories waging wars in her head and she might have snapped at Makoa for something simple. She, of course, later would apologize to him for it, but in the moment, she’d been such a quick trigger. You had been the one to ask her to follow you until you guys found the nearest empty room being the gym. You’d sat her down on the floor, sat in front of her on your knees and held her shoulders firmly.
At first, she’d been irritated, rubbing her face and about to push you off. But, you’d spoken so softly to her. “Hey, hey, something else is bothering you and I’m not going to ask what, so don’t feel like you have to preach to anyone, okay? Let’s just sit here in the quiet until you can cool off. I’ll be right with you.”
Anita had looked at you like that was silly at first, but then when she caught your gaze your eyes had so much understanding written in them. She swears she teared up, but you didn’t even flinch. Not even when her arms had snug around your waist and dragged you forward into a tense hug that you had quickly returned, rubbing her back soothingly as she buried her face into your shoulder.
You were a good friend—hell, a great friend. She really isn’t sure what she did to deserve you, especially when on days she’d poke and downright be an asshole to you. It’s as if you knew without her ever needing to state the Why’s or the How’s. Not like she was taking all your kindness without giving, she’d found you were quite fond of physical touches like hugging when you were overwhelmed at things too. Now, Anita hadn’t been exactly the ‘hugging kind’, until once again, she met you.
Although, it was a bonus for Anita to see you and for you to light up with a smile as you ran for her at full blast to wrap your arms around her waist and leave the scent of your perfume all over her. Especially if she’d lift and spin you just to make you shout with joy in that little way that always had her heart racing.
Man, Anita really had it bad, huh?
Recently, you two had been able to spend more time together. Not that Anita was even close to complaining about that. You had asked her if she’d be willing to train you on more hand-to-hand combat, explaining you hadn’t really had any that didn’t involve a weapon of sorts. You were great with a knife in close combat, but when it came to disarming someone or getting the upper hand with just fists, you weren’t trained in it.
So, that’s where this all started. Getting you in the sparring area of the gym, a flat ground surface with mirrors on the wall on one area to show your stance if you needed to practice. There, she taught you basics first of disarming someone, of how to knock someone off their feet and throw off their aim. You caught on quickly, tossing her over your shoulder and down onto the soft mats below when you’d yanked her arm back behind her and declared victory.
Anita can’t say she hated being under you, not when you were beaming so bright and proud of yourself.
But when your little bratty nature had come out? With a croon to your tone as you ruffled her curls. ”Maybe I’ll get even better than you in the ring, huh?” Then she no longer thought about being under you.
Anytime that little bratty attitude got the better of you, she thought of wiping that smug look off your face. Not with a hit, no, but by grabbing you by your throat and slamming your back to her chest. Making you watch your face in the mirror as her hand snuck down your pants to rub your clit until you shook and trembled while you had to watch your own pretty little face contort. Often times she got stuck day dreaming about that, throwing her off and making it easier for you to catch her off guard and tease her for it.
If only you knew how wrapped around your finger she truly was.
All your training leads to today, a more hands-on session without her actually teaching you anything. But rather, all your training coming into a sparring session. You look so cute in your workout clothing choice, if a little distracting. A black sports bra and a pair of tight matching yoga pants with your symbol on the thigh, your hair pushed out of the way and pulled back. The expanse of your neck was even more distracting, especially with more of your skin exposed.
Anita wondered if you would like to be marked up. If you would shy away from the pain or if you’d preen at it. Often enough times, hell, even just in this past week it’s all Anita could think about. Whenever she was alone, a hand down her pants and eyes shut as she imagined you beneath her. Taking her cock as your fingers twisted into the sheets and you preened and begged rather than that smart little mouth you always got. Saying her name again and again and again-
“Anita? Heellllooooo, paging Dr. Anita, do you copy?” Your teasing voice draws her out of her thoughts where she’s sat on the floor mid-stretch still. You’re bent over down towards her, waving a hand in front of her spaced out eyes until she blinks a few times and looks up at you.
“Yeah. Yeah, I copy. You already done, Nurse Brat?” She quickly switches the topic, matching your tone, switching legs to stretch and peeking up to see you beaming at her. It makes her heart clench, forcing Anita to look away and pretend to roll her eyes up at you instead when you happily nod.
Her own choice in outfit was camo tight yoga capris and her own sports bra, keeping her own movements free. She’s still riding the high of when you first saw her today, lowly whistling and looking clearly at her ass and complimenting it. Anita would have to try to wear tighter pants without making it too obvious she was trying to get you to look later.
After stretching, she tells you to take your position. Reminding you this was sparring to put everything you learned into motion, and that if you tripped up, don’t sweat it as this was just a practice run. Though, a smirk does rest on her full lips as she teases you. “Not that I’ll be going easy on you, princess.”
“Be as rough as you want, sweetheart. I can take it.” You croon back, fluttering your lashes all the while and making heat course through Anita at the way you say it. It sounded like you were implying more- but, no, that’s just probably her hope.
Right?
You throw the first punch and from there it’s like a dance between you two. Anita makes sure to dodge mostly, making sure you’re keeping your footwork correct and complimenting you the entire time on your frame. ‘Beautiful’, ‘There you go, baby girl, keep it up’, ‘Hey, almost got me there’.
Each time a pet name spills from her lips, your cheeks seem to get redder but not from exertion, and your movements just a touch sloppier. Anita might be paying too much attention to the way sweat curls down between your breasts, or how your lips pout a bit when you miss her but she manages to push you away and back, reminding you to keep your focus despite her own getting a bit foggy.
Wasn’t your fault you looked damn good like that, all pent up and sweaty. A healthy flush across your cheeks as you bounce on the balls of your feet and ready for her next pounce, a furrow of your brow in determination. Your lips part to take a breath and Anita’s eyes fall to them without thinking, and in a blur, you’re rushing at her to try and take her down with a low sweep.
She counters you, grabbing you by your waist to move with your momentum, spinning you until she can slam you down onto the ground beneath you both. You hit the ground on your back with a huff of air leaving your lips, a little out of it with a low groan of frustration leaving you.
There’s nothing but tension between the two of you. Anita’s heart pounds as she looks down at you and your cute little pout when you realize you’ve been defeated, parting your lips to maybe complain about your defeat. But you’re cut off when soft, full lips cover your own. Anita’s warm body fits on top of you, fitting a strong thigh between yours and her calloused hand cupping your cheek so adoringly. She considers pulling your hair, forcing your head back, but she parts after a moment so you two can pant and catch your breath together.
Your breath mingles with hers, only an inch apart and her being able to see your eyes half lidded and looking back from her eyes to her lips. It gives her the confidence in not wondering if what she felt between you two was just her imagination, but that doesn’t stop her from giving you a nervous, crooked grin and showing off one of her dimples. “Sorry ‘bout that. If I read anything wrong–”
“Jesus, no, I’ve been wondering when you’d finally do something.” You breathe back in an exasperated and whining tone. “Was practically popping my tits out the deciding factor for you?”
“No. Been thinking about you for a while. But…your tits are always appreciated.” She teases right back, leaning down to ghost her lips over yours without touching, just to hear you whimper in frustration. Your fingers sink into her curls, trying to urge her down, but she quickly avoids your mouth to kiss your cheek and moving down your jawline to your neck. It’s a blessing at all to feel you press up against her thigh, dizzying her off your heat felt through both of your thin pants.
“You okay with this?” Anita sighs out against your neck, kissing up to your ear and smiling when you shiver when her teeth nip your lobe.
“Thought I made myself clear earlier when I told you I can take it, Sarge.” You’re using that bratty tone again, raising your hips against her thigh where she can feel you lightly grinding. A soft sigh leaves your lips near her ear, and from there Anita isn’t sure she can keep herself cool headed.
Her thoughts amplify, thinking about just whisking you away and fucking you raw and rough until you get rid of that little brat attitude you always carried. Maybe in the showers where anyone could walk in and see you- could hear you crying her name.
Instead, her fingers grip your hips, yanking you closer to her thigh and forcing you to move against her as her lips finds your neck. Her tongue moves along your pulse, delighting in how your breath hitches and your fingers tighten in her hair. “Little girl, there’s a lot of rules I have for you if you want to even think about ‘taking it’.”
From there, she sits back, dragging you into her lap. Your hands fall to her broad shoulders, squeezing as her hand on your hip squeeze fondly in return. Her other hand slides into your hair, yanking your head back and forcing your neck to be bared and making you hiss as she continues. “You know what a color system is? Red, yellow, green?” You nod as best as you can, and she hums approvingly. ”How would you feel if I told you I want to take you back to my quarters and fuck the brat right outta that pretty little mouth of yours?”
“Green.” You practically whine out.
“Aw, what’s the matter? Baby girl ain’t got such a bad attitude when she’s promised some dick?” Anita teases you, tugging your hair to emphasize her point on how good you’re being when your head follows the motion without resistance. When you huff in reply, rolling your hips into her lap without a peep of a response out of you besides a low whine, she’ll take that as a yes.
Your hair is released, your cheek instead cupped and her thumb sliding over your cheekbone as she turns your gaze to her. Anita wants to kiss you again, badly, but refrains as she strokes your hair back behind your ear. “I…I don’t want this to be a one-time thing either. Like I said earlier, been thinking about you for a while. So if you’re just lookin’ for a fuck buddy or–”
“Anita,” You cut her off, her name falling off your lips always making her flash a smile, this time a little sheepish at your tone. ”I literally asked you out on a date last month.”
“To that cafe? I thought that was as friends?”
“I literally held your hand and said you looked beautiful.”
“I…you weren’t just being friendly?”
The look you give her of exasperation makes it all click into place. Any time you had flirted, any time you had brushed your fingers on her lower back, any time you had asked her to lean down so you could fix her hair, any time you had flashed her a smile and told her she looked great in her uniform-
“For such a smart woman, you’re so goddamned dense sometimes.” You laugh out when you watch it all click to place in her eyes. Anita’s cheeks flush red, huffing at you and hitching her arms around you as she begins to stand. You make a sound of delight as she lifts you up into her arms, your legs around her waist and her arms resting under your ass for support.
“Better late than never though, right?” Anita smiles up at you, feeling more and more at home with you in her arms and you beaming down at her in turn with your arms over her shoulders. You look like heaven, she thinks, the lights above you creating a halo around you and the sweat glowing on your skin. A devil disguised as an angel.
The walk back to her quarters is met with no traffic along the way. Able to hold you up with one of her arms to punch in her room code before getting you inside. There’s only a moment at the door where she’s kicking off her shoes whilst balancing you before she’s bringing you to the bedroom.
Her room is simple, minimal and clean. Just like she liked it. Her bed tucked against the wall opposite of the window leading outside, a dresser on the opposite side of the room away from her bed with a few pictures set up of her family atop and few knickknacks of her own- including a childhood bear. It sat with clear choppy repairs and a replaced eye near a picture of her and her brother Jackson in a candid image of them being caught mid arm wrestle and beaming at each other in their uniforms.
“Oooh, is that the infamous Tango I’ve heard so much about?” You croon at the bear before you’re set down on the bed. Anita follows your eyes over to her stuffed toy, rolling her eyes back down at you when you wiggle your fingers at him to say hello. “Should we go turn him around?”
You grin is quickly turned into a muffled laugh when her lips cover yours, swallowing down your laughter as Anita fits between your thighs. You manage to kick off your shoes to the floor, winding your legs around her waist as her hand squeezes your thigh and her other resting on your cheek to guide you through the kiss. When you smile against her mouth cheekily, Anita quickly nips your lower lip, moving her hand from your cheek to your hair to grip it and tip your head back.
Your gasp gives her easy access to lick into your mouth and hear your breath hitch through your nose. Your moan only urges her to grip your hair tighter, making you strain your head back and forcing you to part from the kiss and release the prettiest whine. Anita smiles against your flesh, kissing down your neck where she sucks over your jawline, sinking her teeth lightly there to leave a bruise and relishing in the mindless way your hips lift to hump against her almost frantically.
“Atta girl,” Anita murmurs against your neck, sucking another bruise there. She shudders when your nails slide down her back, gasping lightly when you reach down to grab her ass like the cheeky brat you are. You pull her closer to you, holding her still as your hips move a bit more obviously to try and grind against her with this sly little smile on your face edging through your pleasured sighs.
“Ever thought about being a toy, baby?” You tease her, using that little bratty tone you do when you want something. She knows she shouldn’t be baited into it, that you’re being a brat for a reason, that you want her to grab you by your hair and throw you around. But you really hone that feeling in when you roll your hips pointedly against her, letting her feel how you’re slick enough to be felt through your thin yoga pants. “Maybe you’re the one who needs to learn how to take it–”
Anita knows she’s fallen into it when she grabs your throat and you smile like it’s the best thing she’s ever done to you and fuck if she isn’t smitten with how elated you look at the action. Your smile falls into a pretty open-mouthed expression when she lightly squeezes, a hiss falling from her lips to threaten you. “Watch your mouth before you speak, princess, I don’t play well with brats.”
“And if I don’t want to watch my mouth?” You breathe out when she eases on your throat, making her quirk a brow down at you when you flash your pretty princess smile and flutter your lashes as if you didn’t say or do a damned thing. Wrapped around your goddamn little finger.
“I have other ways of shutting you up. Hold still. Don’t even think about moving.”
And you do, lying oh so prettily on her bed after crooning out a ‘Yes, ma’am’ just to get a further rise out of her. Anita moves off the bed, pulling off her sports bra, watching your eyes greedily fall to her freckled chest and making her confidence rise when you let out the softest, yearning sigh.
Her pants go next, her boyshorts sliding down over her hips and flicked in your face like a rubber band. A laugh falls from her lips when you squeak, jumping and tearing them off ur face with a clear shout on your tongue before you seem to lose whatever steam you had when your eyes fall down to between her legs. She knew she looked good. Soft curls resting there, trimmed with her clit large enough to peek from her lower lips, the curls following the happy trail leading up to her navel. Scars lingered on her body from the past, bullet wounds and knives or impact areas.
“Like what you see, Princess?” Anita teases, a crooked smirk on her face when you nod your head eagerly. “Good. You’ll be getting up close and personal here in a sec. Lie back down for me, will ya? Or do I have to force you to behave again?”
Anita’s pleased when she doesn’t have to. In fact, you gleefully lie back down, doing a mock salute her way. It’s cute- and a bit flattering actually- to have you eagerly grab at her when she comes closer. Your hands slide over her thighs, making this soft, needy sound in your throat once her thighs frame your face. You look just as hungry as you sound when she looks down, resting a hand in your hair and seeing you bite your bottom lip as you look directly at her wet cunt.
Your arms hook around her thighs, clearly tugging to try and get Anita to lower down, but she holds steady above you. Her fingers card through your hair, soaking in how your eyes look up to her face with a pleading expression that has her weak. But she won’t cave, not yet. “C’mon, you’re so good at talkin’ a big game, and now you’ve forgotten basic manners?”
“Anita-” You try to whine out, trying to pull on her thighs again with your brows knitting together and your face flushed at her implication. “Thought you wanted to shut me up?”
“Can’t blame a girl for wanting to be wanted, hm?”
You pout up at her, a full lip out pout that makes her want nothing more than to ruin you until you’re raw and aching. Anita gently tucks some of your hair behind your ear, briefly stroking along your cheek with her fingers, and that seems to do it. Just a little bit of softness having you whining out for her so prettily. “Pleeeease? Please, please, please, let me taste you? Anita- baby, I’ve been a good girl, please, please, please?”
Anita could argue that if this was you being a ‘good girl’ then you two had a lot of training to do. But she’ll save that for another time, following your tugging until she can rest one hand on the wall behind the bed, the other in your hair and sharply inhaling when your tongue drags across her.
You don’t waste a moment for her, licking from her hole up to her clit where you press under it with your tongue in what she could only guess was to feel it jerk against your tongue. You moan like It’s the best thing in the world, dragging your wet lips across her sensitive flesh to wrap your lips around it and using your tongue in ways that make her thighs and hips tremble.
Sighs and soft hitches leave Anita’s lips, so focused on watching you enjoying yourself to even think about speaking. But you part from her briefly, nosing at her thigh and looking up at her from under your lashes with the sweetest expression when you murmur just loud enough for her to hear, “Will you keep talking?”
Anita blinks a few times, her freckled cheeks flushing to her ears when you peek up at her almost shyly when you ask it. She makes a questioning sound, and you nose at her clit in turn to make her hips jerk and a brief gasp escaping her.
“I like to hear your voice,” You clarify, rolling your hips up behind her and against nothing in such a needy fashion that Anita nearly thinks about forgoing this whole ’lesson’ and just making you scream already. “Think you sound sexy.”
“I can do that.” She murmurs, gripping your hair again and guiding your mouth back with ease to her cunt where you get right back to doing whatever it is you’re doing with your tongue that feels so fucking good-
From there, she lets her mouth run. Not sure where it starts and where it ends. Crooning things to you like ’Gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine by tomorrow’ ‘Might not let you get any sleep tonight’ ‘Baby girl might not even get to cum tonight’ that’s the one that makes you whine, gripping her thighs tighter and making Anita’s own breath shake.
Then a test of the waters when she croons out, “Maybe my little princess wants to get bred nice and proper by my cock–”
Anita doesn’t even get to finish her sentence when you’re gripping her thighs tighter, moaning against her clit and seeming to work a little harder. Anita’s cut off by her own grunt, a low groan leaving her and a swear when your tongue keeps sliding across her sloppily. That does her in, cumming against your tongue with both her hands slamming into your hair and her head falling back. Her teeth draw into her bottom lip, humping along your eager tongue and catching when you pat her thigh so she can release you so you can catch your breath.
From there, it’s a blur of moving off you to rip off your clothes, much to your delight if your soft little whines are anything to go by. At some point she pauses in the middle of pulling off your pants to kiss you, a breathy giggle leaving your lips when she parts to kiss down your body and blowing a raspberry on your belly just to hear you laugh again.
There’s a double check you’re still okay before she’s moving off you to get everything prepped. A bottle of lubricant set on the bed near you and a harness disguised as some everyday briefs sliding onto her hips and her eyes looking at her collection of cocks. “How big do ya think you can take, doll?”
“I can take anything you throw at me.”
A quirk of her brow is seen as she looks back at you, but you seem perfectly content and honest in your answer. So she shrugs with one shoulder, trying not to grin as she grabs one of her bigger ones. ”Whatever you say.”
The cock in question is one her odder shaped ones. Marbled with black and gold colorations, with an almost tapered, rounded head that went into the same thickness and bulged with a bigger thickness as it edged the balls. It was thick enough to not be able to touch your fingers when they circled around it, but not too long to make up for its thickness. It was about seven inches total in usable length, definitely enough for you to feel it in total, but wouldn’t kill you. This time around at least.
Once it’s all in place, she moves back to you. Relishing in how you stare a bit too obviously at the cock and where there was a small tube running to her hip where a syringe was full of white, thick lubricant to act as cum. You’re not looking for too long, your head soon thrown back and to the side against her chest as she tucks up against you to lubricate her fingers and begin stretching you out.
You take it like a champ, turning your head into her shoulder as three fingers twist and curl into you. You cum against her fingers like this, humping against her palm and making noises she’d thought she’d only ever hear in her dreams. Your face gets peppered with kisses, even as your lips part and you whine and sob for her as she keeps finger fucking you open. Only when you beg and plead does she finally stop.
Soon the position is moved and she’s under you with your shaky thighs straddling her hips and your hands gripping her shoulders. The second you start lowering yourself down you let out a choked noise as her hands squeeze your hips, a predatory grin crossing her features when you make the prettiest face and hold still. “Aw, what’s the matter, baby? Too big for my girl?”
Your head bows forward in embarrassment, but she’ll hand it to you, you still keep going. Lowering yourself down, down, down until your pelvis is flush with hers and your nails digging into her shoulders. Anita strokes over your curves, down your hips and thighs and back up with soft, praising croons as your thighs quake. “That’s my girl. Good girl. You’re doin’ alright, baby, I gotcha. Just adjust, okay? Don’t worry about anything else.”
Once you’re able to adjust, her hands find yours and lace your fingers. Watching how beautifully you bounce on her cock, your hands squeezing hers and using her as leverage. The moans and whimpers leaving you make her tempted to roll you over, but she’s far too entranced with how your chest bounces, how pretty your face looks when your head falls back and you murmur her name. When her eyes fall down to your waist, she can watch your greedy little cunt take her cock again and again, making her mouth dry at the sight.
“Anita-” You whimper out her name in the prettiest tone, squeezing her hands with a quiver to your lips. Your hips are stuttering, looking a bit more frantic as you bounce on her cock and making Anita sigh at the sight. ”Anita, baby, please, I-I-”
Anita shushes you, releasing your hands to catch you in time and rolling you over quickly onto your back. Your legs wrap around her waist, her nails digging into your outer thigh and her lips catching yours to swallow your cries down as she pounds her hips into you. When you break the kiss, your nails are dragging down her back, your face burying into her shoulder to sink your teeth and making her grunt as you cum.
But Anita doesn’t stop there, only letting you catch your breath briefly as you lie back, an arm tossed over your forehead and heavy panting falling from you. Anita sits up, grabbing your hips and yanking you flush to her to fill you again with a jump to your hips and a cry. “Oh, baby, I’m not even close to done with you.” She promises, a dimpled grin on her face when you peek at her with such a helpless look.
From there you’re fucked again, starting off with slow, powerful thrusts to build you back up until you’re in that lost state again. Your eyes rolling back and fingers fisting the sheets as she fucks into you with precision. You’re yanked against her with each thrust, making your toes curl and those pretty sounds leaving your lips again that by this point are driving her crazy. She feels like a starving woman who finally got a meal again. She supposes that’s what yearning for so long did to her.
“What’s the matter, baby? Wanna be bred by my cock?” She croons out when you sob, tears pricking your eyes as they roll back. Anita thinks you’ve never looked more at home- let alone tamed in your life when you keep murmuring ‘please’ and ‘yes’ and her name as if you’ve forgotten every other word.
When you cum this time, she makes sure to press down on the syringe this time to fill you up just like what you keep pleading for. This happens two more times, fucking you in a new position and filling you up. The last one ending with you on all fours, your hair being pulled and your entire body trembling when you cum again.
You’re soon cleaned up, flopped on your side without an inch of feistiness or brattiness in your gaze. You look worn out when Anita returns to you after finishing cleaning herself up as well, returning to bed with herself in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and offering for you to sit up so she can clothe you.
She makes sure to kiss everywhere she’d bitten or bruised as she pulls the large t-shirt over your head. Pulling the lounge pants up your hips and lying in bed with you, bringing your head to her chest and kissing your forehead adoringly. “You all good, princess?”
“Mmmmhhhmmmm.”
“Nothing hurt?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Ready to get some sleep then?” Anita laughs out softly, feeling you squeeze sleepily around her middle and nosing at her chest with another affirmative sound followed by your breath deepening. Damn, quick sleeper, huh?
Well. At least she knows a fun way to get you to stop acting like such a brat, Anita thinks with a smirk. But her thoughts shift when you squeeze her a little tighter, feeling you absentmindedly kiss at her and mumble something to yourself before settling again. Her heart pounds, looking down at you with such an adoring gaze and feeling on top of the world.
Damn. She really was wrapped around your finger.
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I’m sorry I’ve been lacking some I didn’t mean to leave y’all for this long, but let me shut up and give you what want or what u probably don’t want(depends) alright here’s part 7
(Part 7) some nsfw content
Renee stepped back into the Elevator with Octavio, Ajay, Anita, and Makoa. After cooking and baking for hours they were ready to retire to their rooms with full stomachs. She waved to her friends that lived on the left wing of the hall and walked down the hallway with Anita.
“If you need anything Nee let me know”. Anita said smiling, waiving good bye to her friend. Renee smiled and nodded before heading toward her room.
That’s when she saw it. A giant black bear teddy that was bigger than her and a yellow gift bag with roses laid across the top. Renee stopped already knowing who this was from. Renee grabbed the gift bag and dragged the plush of her favorite animal inside hauling her loot to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She moved the multi colored roses and set them on her dresser she would need to find a vase for those later.
Renee opened the yellow gift bag and took out the baby blue tissue paper. She grabbed a large box and opened it revealing an assortment of her favorite chocolates. She took one as she closed it setting it to the side. She reached back in pulling out bath salts and bath bombs followed by her favorite scent of body wash.
“Wow he pays attention to detail”
Renee giggled at her next gift it was a bobblehead of Elliot in his Holo suit striking his famous pose. The the plaque at the bottom read “You got bamboozled- Mirage”. She pushed the head and it wobbled causing her to giggle. She leaned over and set it on the nightstand pushing the head one last time for good luck. She reached in to grab the card inside but something grazed her fingers she looked in seeing a velvet square box.
Renee reached for it pulling it out but she decided to read the card first. She opened the envelope to a card that was blank white she opened it and read the writing inside...
Hey Ren it’s me Elliot well you already know that but hey. I’m sorry for the way I acted and I never meant to make you cry. I will be honest with you I got jealous and that wasn’t fair for you to be in the crossfire, you were right I was acting like a child and making myself look stupid. I was a asshole and if you never want to talk to me again I understand but I just want to tell you I miss you Nee and my life is a mess with out you. I feel like I lost apart of me I feel like I lost my heart. I hope you like everything. I’ll see you around.
Love, Elliot Witt
Renee wiped a tear from her eye thinking about his heartfelt words. She moved to grab the velvet box and opened it. She gasped staring at a purple 14 carat diamond heart pendent attached to a sterling silver chain.
“Ellie” she said weakly touched by his gift.
You need to go talk to him
Tell him how you feel
He wants to make this right you have to let him
The voices were right but it was late and he had to be in the middle of his shift at the bar. She picked up her phone as she undressed preparing to take a bath with her new kit. She opened Elliots contact and responded to his text from hours ago.
Ellie: Renee can we talk
R: Yeah we can talk
Renee set her phone down and filled the tub up. She got in and sighed thinking about the handsome trickster and how he spoiled her. Her hand wandered between her thighs and a wave of pleasure hit her making her shiver as she played with her clit.
Elliot trailed kisses down Renees neck stoping at her shoulder before he dragged his tongue back up and nibbled at her ear. She sighed his touch lingering on her skin. He guided his length between her folds drawing a moan from them both as their lips met for a sloppy kiss. Her nails clawed in his black as he added more force to his slow thrusts making her shamelessly moan his name over and over. The bed frame shook as his hard thrusts became faster...
KNOCK...KNOCK...KNOCK...
Rene sighed as she removed her hand from between her thighs. She got out of the tub feeling all of the building pleasure leave all at once. She wrapped a towel around her chest and walk towards the door. She cracked it open to see Tae Joon Park standing at the door with a disc in his hand.
“You might want to see this” he said handing her the disc
She took it “What is it” she said examining the disc.
“It surveillance from my room and that’s all I’m going to say Good night Ren
achim-e mannayo see you in the morning.” He smiled before walking away.
She closed the door and leaned against it thinking of what it could be then she groaned.
Watch it
It’s about Elliot
It’s important
She listened to the voices putting the disc in her laptop before finishing her bath as it processed. She sat in the tub wondering what Elliot did. But the voices didn’t seem that alert so it couldn’t have been bad. Drying her hair she sat on her bed pressing play on the surveillance footage, Elliots voice cam through the speaker.
“Look I know you and I aren’t the best of friends. And we had a rough start, but I need your help.”
“First I want to say I’m sorry for any thing I may have said or did to you that made me seem like an asshole or was completely assholish. Second I need your help to get Nee back I... I..”
“I miss her, everything about her, I know you probably heard what happened, I know you probably don’t care about my suffering, but I never wanted to make her cry and I didn’t mean what I said, I love her”
Renee freezed her face turned to shock as she processed his words.
“He loves me”
“I love her with every fiber in my body and when she looked at me today for a second and I saw fear in her eyes, she won’t even look at me or talk to me and it hurts. I feel lost. I had no right to be jealous and by all means I deserve this, but I want Nee back I want my best friend even if I have to die 1,000 times.”
The video ended there. For the second time this week Elliot was making her cry, but in the good way. She hugged her bear and closed her laptop laying back on her bed. She closed her eyes. Tomorrow would be an interesting day.
———
Elliot leaned against his bar cleaning the last of the glasses from the night. It had been a busy night of patrons ordering drinks and getting wasted off their fucking ass.There had been a fight, someone hurled on the floor, a woman had flashed her tits at everyone, and a guy passed out.
The one thing he enjoyed was listening to the laddies gossip as he prepared their drinks. It was never boring and they never ran out of topics. He couldn’t lie the fight was entertaining to. It didn’t last long because the dude was out in about 10 seconds but it did spice the night up.
Usually he would call Renee while he finished his nightly duties before closing. He would tell her everything that happened and she was more than happy to listen.
He sighed and put his head down on the bar. It was quiet and lonely something he was way to familiar with before he met Wraith, Path, and the other legends. Forcing himself up he sulked his way to the back room/ office.
He threw himself in the leather office chair . He wondered if Renee liked her gifts and if she read the card. His lips curved into a smile thinking about her beautiful blue eyes and they way they lit up when she liked something or found something new she had forgotten.
He reached for his phone almost dropping it as he looked at the screen.
“One new message from: Renee”
Renee: Yeah we can talk
It was a simple answer but that’s all he needed. It had been three days since she talked to him. The four words blew up in his mind as he thought of what he would say to her. He didn’t think he would get this far. His mind wandered to all the possibilities eventually taking a turn into the dirtier part of his mind.
He felt his cock harden pushing against the restraints of his pants uncomfortably. There was no way he was leaving this untouched. He got up from the desk and locked the door just in case an employee showed up unannounced.
Elliot sighed as he unzipped his jeans and took his throbbing dick out of its prison stroking it gently.
Renee had her hands pinned above her head as Elliot took is middle finger and inserted it into her wet cunt. She sighed at the intrusion of a second finger moving in and out of her. He swooped down taking her clit in his mouth sucking at the little ball of nerves. She moaned as she squirmed against her restraints. Quickly he took his fingers out of her cunt licking the juices before continuing his work . His tongue began to flicked at her bud and his fingers massaged her ...
“HEY WITT OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!”
Elliot jumped fumbling with his pants. Properly fixing them just in time for the door to be knocked clean off the hinges.
Jeez that was close
Anita was standing in the door staring daggers at him. He sat at his desk trying to look unphased he knew he was failing though. To his surprise she started laughing.
“Don’t worry I’ll pay for that” she said smirking as she walked in sitting at the chair in front of the desk.
“Whiskey or Hennessy”Elliot asked pulling two bottles out of the desk along with glasses.
“Hennessy and by the way I just came by to say sorry for trying to kill you.” She said rubbing the back of her head. ”I should have thought about how you were suffering before trying to make you suffer more and for that I apologize”.
Elliot handed her a glass as he poured his. “ It’s alright I totally understand Anita I would have done the same thing and besides I deserved it”.
“Friends”
“Of corse”
“ You know Elliot you mean a lot to her”,Anita said as she downed her glass and walked out. Leaving Elliot to process her words.
Elliot pulled out his keys opening his dorm as he glanced to the door of Renees dorm. He was glad she stayed next to him and was on the same hall. He noticed the gifts he left were gone, Elliot smirked to himself as he slipped in and closed the door.
He peeled out of his clothes tossing them in the hamper near his closet as he walked towards his bathroom. During his shower and even as he laid in bed he thought of Renee. An excited shiver ran up his spine as he thought of hearing her voice again.
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Si tuvieran un hijo/a + Liam&Babe.
Name: Lorcan Étienne Sullivan Delacroix
Gender: Male
General Appearance: Mini Liam. Okno xD No, but he really, really looks a lot like his father. He’s got the same piercing gaze, sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The only difference is that his eyes are green instead of blue.
Personality: Lorcan is very much an even mix of his parents. He’s calm and quiet, and would rather listen than talk unless it’s needed. His mother’s influence is noticable in him, as he has a warmer disposition than his father, but he is still very much reserved. You can tell he had an easy childhood, far from the hardships both his parents had to face that made them grow up so quickly. He is much more balanced when it comes to duty and leisure. He is devotedly loyal to his family. Giving like his mother, sharp minded like his father. He’d rather rely on witts rather than charisma, and yet there is something about him that draws people in. Maybe he’s just easy to be around.
Special Talents: He’s incredibly good for business because he can think outside the box and pick on details that others wouldn’t. He can strike a deal out of almost anything, turn pretty much anything into profit and, most importantly, knows how to keep the upper hand in any business he embarks on. He’s also a very good horse jumper, having competed in many categories. And he can speak four languages: enlighs, irish gaelic, french and he took up latin in college, becaus he just thought it was neat. Also, he has great fashion sense. And hair.
Who they like better: It’s obviously easier to relate to Babe because she’s warmer and more expressive, but in truth, he gets along really well with both of his parents. When he was younger he sometimes resented Liam for not being as expressive, but as he got older he started to understand his father simply had a different, more subtle way of showing his affection that was none the less equally strong and sincere. Plus, they have a lot in common.
Who they take after more: Physically, he’s Liam 2.0. Some even find it uncanny, because every single expression is there. Unimpressed poker face? Check. Judging gaze of disgust? Check. I am surrounded by idiots eye roll? Check. “Babette-is-amazing-and-the-world-should-bow-down-to-her” silent look of awe? Check (he loves his mama). Mentally, like I said before, he’s more balanced between both of them. Kind of like a warmer, more expressive version of Liam with healthier sleeping habits xD
Personal Head canon: He looooves dad jokes. To him they’re like the funniest thing ever because they are so incredibly dumb. He literally laughs out loud and everyone is like “Why are you laughing? That’s the lamest joke ever” and he’s like “Yes, that’s the brilliance of it. It’s funny because it’s pathetic”. Also, he’ll never admit it, but he has a knitted blanket that he’s kept since he was a baby and he still covers himself with it when he sleeps.
Face Claim: Freddy Carter
@supersonicdreams
#honestly i just think he's lowkey iconic#about: babette#|| are we tough enough for ordinary love? (liam)
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