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everythingsinred · 16 days
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its funny when people ask me about my thoughts on the last chapters/epilogue/memorial book bc those arent real to me.. like that never happened. i have no idea what youre talking about... ga got abandoned randomly and never completed and we all have to come up with our ending in our heads im sorry but thats reality
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kitten4sannie · 2 months
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ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ
pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem) x barbarian! san x goliath! yunho x tiefling! seonghwa
genre: fantasy au/dnd vibe, humor, gratuitous smut
summary: you go on a quest with a group of brutish, questionable individuals. anything for some gold and riches, right? 
w.c: 6.5k ish…..yeahhhh
the world’s longest list of warnings:  alcohol mention/usage, soft/hard! dom party members, brat in the streets baby in the sheets sub! reader, these mfs have a hard-on for social hierarchies esp mingi (he’s a big pervert too hehe), mxm (real homies jerk each other off), monster fucking (mimic box…listen i saw it in a porn one time and its been my dream to recreate it since okay sue meee take me to court!!), five?? some?? idk they made it work somehow, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, pet names, olfactophilia, aphrodisiacs, teasing, vast size differences, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, oral (receiving), overstim, tit play, bulge kink, handjob, blowjob, titjob, all the jobs actually, double penetration made possible with magic incantations <3, creampies, back shots, and facials for everyoneeee !! one for you!! and for youuu~~ also the word cock is mentioned at least 50 times in this one sorry bout that hshjs
a/n: hi ahhhh so this chaotic jumble of insanity is my baby 🥹 and it’s also my very first filth fest fic of the month !!! so yk what that means ;3 go on and strap in for me okay? it’s about to go down frfr <3 this is a sort of sequel to my half orc mingi fic but it can be read on its own! also i’ve never actually played dnd,, i’ve just heard about it from my brother so don’t expect an extremely accurate representation;;; i did do quite a bit of research tho <33 but yeah that being said…. rip reader’s elussy </3
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“Ladies and gents, now this is a quest that’s not for the faint of heart,” your local guild master announced, leaning his heavy forearms on the crowded bar table below him, stroking his long, bushy beard absentmindedly, the wood furnishing of the bar creaking underneath his weight. 
The lively room grew a bit more quiet, some individuals quirking their heads in the seasoned barbarian’s direction, yours included. “With a hefty 1000 gold pieces as your reward, this quest requires you to find and locate the rare lujuria plant, then bring its seeds back to me. Unfortunately for you lot, they’re only found in the abandoned dungeons near Mist Falls. Any takers?” 
At the mention of the plant and location, most of the interested individuals turned back to their ale and friends, resuming their loud, enthusiastic conversations. You, however, couldn’t believe how idiotic the other patrons were. You could do quite a lot with 1000 gold pieces, and being a solo adventurer, you wouldn’t even have to share it with anyone. With dollar signs in your eyes and a spring in your step, you headed up to the busy bar, having to get on your tippy toes and wave your hand around past some of the larger patron’s broad shoulders until the guild master noticed your presence. 
“Now, don’t tell me a dainty little high elf is interested in the quest I just announced. You gonna scare them off with your shiny hair and sparkly crystals?” the older man gruffed, letting out a hefty laugh, before taking a couple gulps from the oversized mug he held within his large, calloused hands.
When you simply stood there with your hands crossed over your lace-covered chest, the guild master set his mug down, his bushy eyebrows raising upwards. “Oh, you’re serious.” He leaned down to your level, cupping his hand around one side of his face, allowing you to smell the ale on his breath. “Do you know why no one likes to go to Mist Falls, little Miss?”
You shook your head, causing the small jewels that dangled from your silky hair to sway a bit. You cupped a hand around your own face, murmuring, “Why does no one like it, Mister?”
“There’s some strange wildlife that frequent the land there. Otherworldly things…things that an elf like you wouldn’t want to get wrapped up in,” he explained carefully, looking over the lens of his glasses to squint at you. “Unless, you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” 
Not understanding what he meant by his vague statement, you shrugged it off, taking his underestimation of your abilities as a challenge you couldn’t bear backing down from. “I’ll take the quest, Mister, and I’ll bring you those seeds.” 
The guild master smiled down at you, chuckling a bit, like you weren’t in on the joke that he was so amused by. “Very well, little Miss.” He handed you the rolled-up scroll, his lips still curled into a suspicious smile. “Good luck with your quest.” 
Taking the scroll, you nodded your head at him, a smug smile painting your own face, as you turned on your heels to leave, reveling in the fact that your levels of commitment and intelligence were clearly in the upper echelons compared to the rest of the idiots that frequented the crowded guild.  
Before you could leave without any issues, a deeply familiar, incredibly cocky-sounding baritone voice interrupted your mental victory dance. “Would you look at that. Gonna handle a dungeon all on your own, eh, princess?” 
You quickly turned your head, your eyes landing on the tall, solid beast of a half-man, half-orc standing with one hand resting on his leather-bound hip, his golden eyes slowly studying your body with an almost nauseating amount of interest. “Mingi…” you sighed, the events of your last few meetings flashing through your brain, the tips of your ears turning a faint red. “Oh, you think I can’t handle a stupid quest on my own either, huh?” 
He shook his head, his shaggy silver hair falling in his eyes, forcing him to swipe it out of the way with his large ringed fingers. “Nope.” His simple response encouraged his equally large, equally intimidating party members, who were hanging out near him, to laugh and chatter amongst themselves. 
Now your hands were on your hips, getting hit by a wave of annoyance, your cheeks burning.  “Watch me.” 
Mingi took a step towards you, just to show you and anyone nearby just how much he towered over you, his lips quirking up into a shit-eating grin, still peering down at your body like he could already picture what you looked like without the form-fitting lace dress that was wrapped around your curvy body like a pretty present, one that he wanted to open as soon as possible.
“With a petite little body like yours?” He reached down to slip a finger into your hair, playing with one of the crystals that adorned it. “Yeah, so small and delicate, like a pretty little fairy, ain’t ya? Those monsters in that dungeon will swallow you whole.”
You might’ve hated Mingi to an extent, but he was good. Good at making you feel tiny and desirable, and so wet, you were afraid he’d be able to smell it from where he was standing. You closed your thighs together slightly, lowering your closed fists to your sides, leaning forward. “I-i’m not a fairy, you dumb orc! I'm an elf! And I don’t need your help!” Just as you turned around to leave, Mingi cleared his throat, making you turn your head back to glare at him. 
He placed his other hand on his hip, letting his weight shift to the opposite side, his head tilting the other way. “Sweetheart, listen, I know you’re very capable of getting what you want,” he mused, chuckling softly at the way your face scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. “But, I’m sure you could use some extra party members to back you up. Me and the boys want to help you. Won’t you let us?”
You gazed at Mingi a little while longer, before your eyes shifted to his friends, first drawn to the most elegant-looking tiefling you’ve ever seen. He had sleek skin that looked like expensive marble, his hair as white as the frost that would cover all the lands during the winter months, his heavy horns ridged and curled into an ‘s’ shape, and black as soot, his thin, pointed tail quietly slithering around in a snake-like motion behind the long black cloak that hung from his pointed shoulders. 
“That’s Seonghwa,” Mingi informed, with his arms folded across his wide tattooed chest. “Doesn’t talk much, unless it’s to cast a spell or call me stupid.” 
Seonghwa’s pretty lips formed a smirk, wrapping his arms comfortably around his slim, corseted waist, his sharp, milky eyes focused intensely on you, like he was peering through you and straight into your soul. 
“Oh, are we introducing ourselves?” someone said excitedly, your eyes following the voice upwards until they landed on the handsome face of the gentle-looking goliath standing besides the tiefling. At roughly seven feet tall, the broad man sported shiny, golden locks, pretty brown eyes, and a tribal tattoo that was plastered on his veiny neck, clad only in a thick pelt that sat comfortably around his solid waist, wearing matching furry cuffs on his thick forearms. “I’m Yunho! I like to get drunk and smash stuff. What do you like to do, elf girl?” The goliath stepped forward to shake your hand, his hand completely encompassing yours, your neck almost hurting from having to look up at him. 
“Hi, Yunho,” you replied, smiling softly, feeling a bit dizzy from your vast difference in sizes. Everything about him was just so big, you couldn't help but wonder what else was too. “I’m Y/N. I like to go on quests and collect gold.” 
“Don’t tell me we’re actually going to help a high elf,” the last party member interrupted in a low voice, sneering, showing off his large, rounded canines when you looked past Yunho to scoff at him. “And an annoying one, at that. I don’t care if she’s fuckable. This is still a waste of time.”
Yunho put a large, warm hand on your shoulder, covering it completely. “Don’t take San’s words seriously, sweet. He bullies people when he likes them.” 
The brooding barbarian folded his arms over the thick, furry pelt that covered his broad upper half, rolling his eyes, a few strands of his wild raven hair falling past his forehead. “Or maybe I just don’t like stuck-up little elven brats, ever think of that, Yunho?” His pronounced eyebrows joined together in a bout of sudden fury. “Huh? Can you even hear me up there, you oversized son of a bitch?”
A faint blush appeared on Yunho’s cheeks, smiling in San’s direction, before looking back down at you. “See? He loves me.” 
You returned his smile with a grimace. “He loves being a dickhead too, apparently.”
“Excuse me?!” San growled, about to walk up to the both of you to prove that he only loved moonshine, his trusty club, and himself. 
Mingi stepped in front of San, waving his hands around exasperatedly, wishing someone presented a dialogue skip option a long time ago, bored of the introductions. “Alright, alright, so are you coming with us, or not, princess? What’s the verdict?”
You rolled your eyes, opening the large entrance door of the guild, eventually letting out a long sigh, glancing back over your shoulder with a pout. You knew you had a slim chance of surviving without them, but you still had your pride. You let out a small hmph, annoyed when they still all just stood there waiting, encouraging you to stomp your silk shoe down on the ground, grumbling, “Ugh, are you coming, or what?”
Mingi and his friends chuckled amongst themselves and elbowed each other, amused by the amount of fiery zealousness your tiny body possessed, finishing their mugs of ale, eventually following you out of the guild and onto the dirt road. 
“Hurry up! I wanna explore this dungeon today, not during the next winter solstice!” you called out to them, already at the forest entrance, tossing your head back in an exaggeratedly annoyed fashion.
The half-orc waved his hand around nonchalantly, despite his large lower canines growing more and more visible the more he began to smile, pulling out a small pair of lace panties that had a familiar design etched into them. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your little elf panties in a twist,” he chuckled, bringing them up to his face to take a sniff.
Your inquisitive expression melted down into one of horror, then scrunched again, this time pleading him with his eyes. “Mingi…don’t tell me you’ve kept those all this time.”
“Of course I have, princess. In fact, I jerk off with them every chance I can in your honor. I can cum real hard just from knowing I turned a high elf onto orc cock forever. I still remember like it was yesterday,” he sighed dreamily, wiping away a fake tear, like had just said the most romantic sentence even known to orckind.
“I still fuck elves, you twat! I don’t need you or your stupid orc cock!” you argued, turning away so that none of them could see how flushed you had gotten, heading into the forest by yourself.
“That’s a damn lie. You showed up to my hut like three times during the Great Hunt not too long ago,” Mingi explained, following after you, his friends following beside him. “Don’t you remember? I had to carry you home after you passed out from squirting too hard.”
“No!” you shouted from ahead of him, swearing you were going to melt into the floor.
“She’s got elven pride, that one,” Mingi sighed, admiring you from behind. “Anyway, I got her soaked panties to prove it. You want to see them, don’t ya, Hwa?” Mingi elbowed Seonghwa, who just shook his head in disappointment, while he continued smiling truimphantly to himself.
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Your group took on a range of opponents, from skeleton armies to disingenuous slime cubes that you may or may not have fallen into, able to pass through quite a few levels of the dungeon, mostly due to Seonghwa’s spell casting abilities, San’s uncontrollable rage, Yunho’s knack of destroying anything he came in contact with, and Mingi’s axe-wielding skills. Did you want to admit that to yourself? Sure. Out loud? No, of fucking course not. 
You picked off bits of pink slime that still clung to your wet form, grumbling under your breath about how sticky you felt, not even noticing that some of the slime had already absorbed into your skin. 
“Need a little help there, princess?” Mingi mused, reaching down to your shoulder and wiping off some of the slime for you, his fingers tingling once he had done so. 
“I suppose so,” you murmured, standing still so that he could continue helping you, surprisingly not even that bothered when the other members of your newfound party all gathered around you and picked or pulled off the remnants of slime that remained on your body, face, and hair. 
As you entered the next room, all five of you noticed how the tinglyness remained, how it spread throughout your bodies like a gentle ripple effect, your bodies now collectively hot to the touch, though no one said anything to each other — at least, not yet, anyway. 
“A chest!” you gasped excitedly, putting your dagger back into its respective holder and running up to the large, gold-plated chest that sat at the edge of the room, just waiting for someone to open it up and collect its contents. 
“Don’t be stupid, elven brat. Not all chests are filled with treasure. Some of them could be decoys. You know that, right?” San rested the rounded bottom of his ginormous club down onto the dungeon floor, leaning on it, raising an eyebrow at you. “Or do you only familiarize yourself with crystals and orc cock?” 
“Shut up!” You held onto the barbarian’s insult, rather than hearing him out. “You’re just saying that because you want the treasure for yourself!” You got on your knees in front of the chest, muttering, “Selfish prick.” 
“What’d you say?!” San barked, his hand squeezing around the thick handle of his weapon. 
Mingi slung an arm around San’s tense shoulders, smiling as though he was quite pleased with himself. “She’s got a mouth on her, huh?” He met San’s grimace with a shoulder squeeze. “Don’t worry, Sannie. She’s gonna learn the hard way.” 
Yunho walked up beside Seonghwa, lowering himself down to sit on the cool stone ground with a thud, wiping a bit of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. “I’ve been feeling weird since we left the slime room, Hwa. Can you cast a healing spell?” 
“Yeah, me too, now that you mention it,” Mingi called out, rubbing his sweat-covered neck with his free hand, encouraging San to open his own black furry coat, revealing an expanse of sweaty, tan, tattooed skin underneath it. 
Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement, waving his hand around in front of him, manifesting a large glowing violet pentagram into existence, which eventually disappeared after the spell had be casted completely, a faint glow still visible around the edges of your bodies. 
“Mm, I don’t really feel any different…” Mingi mumbled, his hot-blooded body even more tingly than before, starting to feel like he could fuck someone into oblivion right at that moment, even more than usual. 
Once you had opened up the chest, ignoring the subsequent pounding inside your chest and cunt, you were met by a multitude of shiny, gold coins just waiting for you to take. “Holy shit, I’m rich!” 
“You better split that with us, before I split you in half with my cock, stupid elf!” San griped from where he stood, now a bit hunched over, his words slightly slurred, not even fully realizing what he was saying. 
“Wh-what?!” you squeaked, your ears bright red, turning your head to look at the barbarian in disbelief, not even noticing when the chest in front of you began to sprout limbs, a long, slimy tongue slipping out past the gold. 
“I said, I’ll split you open–” San fully dropped his club, which resulted in a resounding thud inside the small room. He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, blinking at you through his hazy vision, using his other hand to grab at himself through his furry kilt. “–with my big, barbarian cock!” 
Yunho pointed at you as well, wanting you to notice the big monster that was about to have its way with you. “Um, Y/N, you should…” 
“Not now, Yunho, I have to tell this idiot barbarian to suck my clit!” you informed angrily, holding your middle finger up at San, which he returned enthusiastically. 
“Oh, yeah? Then, get your fucking ass over here and sit on my face, you elf slut,” San barked back, sticking his tongue out at you, still holding onto Mingi, appearing drunker by the second — though it wasn’t alcohol running rampant through his body. It was lust. The rest of them were feeling it too. 
“Slut? I’ll show you slut,” you grumbled, about to stand up and give San a piece of your mind, your fist, and possibly your body when the mimic suddenly snatched you up with its long limbs and pinned you to the floor. “Oh my god, what’s happening? What the fuck is that?!” 
San simply chuckled, leaning his back against the cold concrete wall of the small room, trying to cool his intensely heated body down. “That’s a mimic, dummy. I’m sure you can handle it though, since you’re so tough.” 
Mingi looked to his friends, biting at his lip, noticing that none of them even attempted to assist you, more concerned with finding out what the monster was about to do to you. Even Yunho, who was the only one with any semblance of a conscience out of the entire party, somehow couldn’t bring himself to get up, instead answering to the oversized tent that was forming underneath his pelt. 
The mimic pinned your wrists together above your head with one strong hand, using the other to lift one of your legs up into the air, breathing harshly as it studied your slick cunt through your tiny lace panties, eventually licking a long stripe up your body, from your pussy up to your chest, leaving your white garments completely soaked and see-through. 
Trying desperately to free your hands from the monster’s unwavering grip, unable to prevent more slick from leaking out of you with your legs being held open, you angled your head back to look at the upside-down versions of your party, crying out, “Are you fuckers just going to sit there and watch?!” 
“Yeah…we are, sweetheart,” Mingi sighed out, still leaning on San, a few drops of sweat cascading down his flushed face. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, breathing in the flowery scent of your arousal, inhaling so deeply his bull ring shifted slightly. “I’m sure you got it handled. Just tire it out with that wet fucking cunt of yours, will ya?” 
A strong wave of pleasure pulsed through your body at Mingi’s response, looking to each of the members, realizing that they were really just going to observe as you got pleasured by the monster, getting more aroused by the second. What was wrong with you? You would’ve contemplated it more, but any thoughts you had would completely fizzle out once the mimic’s tongue came in contact with your cunt, licking you up and down in a rapid, desperate fashion. Its tongue was so heavy and hot against your pulsing cunt, you couldn’t help but cum within a few minutes, your body going limp. “Fuuuck, oh my god…” 
“Came nice and hard, didn’t you?” Mingi continued to share his filthy words with you and his party, all five of you reacting positively to it. “I can fucking smell it, princess…” His smile twisted into a faux pout, his voice dripping with lust. “That tongue isn’t enough for you though, is it? Mm-mm, not nearly enough. You need cock stuffed inside your tight elven pussy, don’t you, darlin’?”
All you could do was let out a long pathetic whine, your flushed, fucked-our face giving Mingi and the boys the answer they needed. Now that you weren’t fighting back, the mimic lifted your lower half up into the air, positioning you so that its tongue could slither inside you, pistoning it in and out of your willing hole, your upper half hanging upside down, your tits bouncing with each of the mimic’s thrusts of its wet appendage, your writhing body on display for your party members’ viewing pleasure. “I’m…going to…kill you all…for watching…” you huffed out in between moans, drool slipping out past your parted lips. 
Mingi turned his head to share looks with his friends, all of them now dealing with the same almost painful predicament. “Are you all as hard as I am…?” When they nodded, he felt a little less guilty, reaching down to rub at his leaking cock through his kilt, able to feel how stiff it was even through the thick material. He gazed down at you, biting at his bottom lip, holding onto the thick leather of his body harness, trying not to blow his load too quickly. “It feels good, doesn’t it, princess? I can hear how just how sloppy that mess of a cunt is…Do you like the way it’s fucking you senseless with its tongue? Is it filling you up just right?” 
You couldn’t believe just how turned on you were in the moment, hardly about to breathe in between your bouts of pleasure, your body beginning to sieze up when the mimic shoved its tongue as deep as it could go, causing a prominent bulge to form inside your lower stomach. “S-so good, Min, gonna cum again…” 
“Cum for us, baby, that’s it…” Mingi sighed, leaning his shoulder against San’s, noticing how he began to play with his cock through his kilt, doing his friend a solid and reaching over to stroke the base of it for him. 
Groaning underneath his breath, San reached over to help Mingi out as well, the both of them hyperfixated on the way the mimic drank up your juices as though it needed it to live. Seonghwa and Yunho were in a similar position, but instead of answering to their aching cocks, they simply watched on, the visual stimulation clearly enough for them. 
The mimic lifted your limp body upwards so that you were on your knees, with its large, agile tongue fitted in between your trembling thighs, grabbing you by the waist so that it could drag you back and forth along its long, slimy appendage. “Just like that, oh my god, it’s so–fuck–” you gasped, barely able to look at the men that were huddled around you, the new position not allowing you to hide away from their hungry gazes, your body on full display for them. 
With his hand now fully hidden underneath San’s kilt, Mingi nodded his head at you in approval. “That’s my naughty little elf girl,” he praised you in a gravelly voice, groaning at the sensation of San tugging at his dripping cock from underneath his own pelt. “Let me see you cum one more time for us, princess. Can you do that?” 
“Yes, Mingiii, I’ll cum for you,” you whined obediently, reaching down your shiny, wet body to rub your clit around through your thin, soaked panties, unable to keep your mouth closed anymore from how hard you were breathing. 
“What a good listener you are, baby. Look at you playing with your tiny little clit without me having to ask. Such a good elf girl you are,” Mingi continued to praise you, knowing exactly what made you tick, his hand squeezing around San’s throbbing length. 
San let out a higher pitched moan, his body beginning to tremble against Mingi’s. “I can’t believe you–unnh–managed to tame her so easily…” 
“It wasn’t hard, Sannie…fuck– She may be a brat, but she’s a good girl at heart…” Mingi was beginning to fall apart as well, San’s calloused hand continually rubbing along his cock enhancing the pleasure of watching you willingly playing with yourself while you rode a monster’s tongue, his party’s presence filling him with even more warmth. “Cum for us, sweetheart, show us how pretty you are when you fall apart…” 
Mingi’s praise-filled request mixed with the sensation of your puffy clit grinding along the mimic’s slick tongue sent you barreling over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw stars, barely able to grasp at the dagger that still sat inside its holster.
Meanwhile, San and Mingi both began to groan and shudder against the cool dungeon wall, shooting their hot loads onto each other’s hands and the insides of their pelts. Seonghwa and Yunho both coated their own undergarments with white, biting into their bottom lips so hard they just about broke the skin.
They were all so deep in their wells of ecstasy that they hardly even noticed when you let out a war cry and stabbed the mimic with your long dagger, rendering it dead, causing it to fade away in a flurry of sparkly, white dust, leaving a few gold pieces for you to take. 
“I told you I could fucking take care of myself,” you grimaced, shoving your items into a small pouch you had hanging from your upper thigh.
Once the post-nut clarity set in, Mingi cleared his dry throat, scratching at his prickly chin. “I mean, you did defeat the mimic on your own, so credit is due when credit is due, princess. You just used your pussy to combat it…which is just as valid as using a real weapon, don’t get me wrong–”
“Shut it!” you simply yelled, your face so hot, it probably rivaled the surface of the sun, stomping past the recovering men and pushing the next door open once it unlocked itself, wasting no time to enter the last floor of the dungeon where the supposed lujuria plant was said to grow. 
“Let’s go help her out with that plant. And remember, whatever happens, happens. Just know I’m not fucking any of you.” Mingi patted San’s shoulder, looking over to the other members of his party with a playful smile.
San smacked Mingi’s back playfully, which Mingi returned. “Let’s put that elf brat in her place.”
Mingi nodded. “Yeah, on my cock where she belongs.”
Seonghwa scoffed from beside them. “Could you be anymore crass?”
Yunho patted Mingi’s and Seonghwa’s shoulders, practically dislocating them, smiling goofily, his cheeks and face flush from the energy he exerted.  “What happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon, boys.”
Seonghwa quietly nodded his head in agreement, until he murmured softly, “Indeed.” 
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“Where are you, you stupid fucking plant?” you called out inside the vast, foliage-covered room, swiping at the overgrown leaves and plants that were in your way, almost tripping over a few vines that grew in and out of the broken-up cobblestone floor below your feet. 
The rest of your party followed your lead, Mingi and Yunho taking the initiative to cut down the thicker plants and foliage that stood in your way with their axes, almost completely out of breath when you finally came across a large pink plant growing in the middle of the room. 
“I’m assuming that’s it,” you said mostly to yourself, slowly walking up to the plant, impressed by its intricate petals and inviting flowery scent. “It’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. It’s almost…pretty…” 
Just as you reached out to touch it, Seonghwa opened his mouth to warn, “Wait, don’t–”
As soon as your slender fingers came in contact with one of the flower petals, the plant sent out a puff of dusty pink pollen directly into your face and the air around your party, before folding in on itself and growing comically large spikes to protect its core which contained the golden glowing seeds you needed to complete your quest. 
You began choking and coughing along with the others, reaching out blindly through the thick pollen, finding solace in Seonghwa’s arms, who began reciting a spell to lessen the effects of the plant’s attempt at self defense, but it was too late. Mind-altering desire had already set in. “Can’t breathe…can’t think…” you whispered, grabbing at Seonghwa’s chest, unbuckling his top and revealing his smooth, marble skin, henna-like tattoos decorating his jewelry-adorned collar bone. 
Seonghwa clutched your shoulders, breathing just as profusely as you were, murmuring, “Don’t think, then, silly elf,” before pressing his mouth onto yours with haste, his long, snake-like tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore it.
Strong, solid hands grabbed at your hips from behind, Mingi pulling them back so that he could grind his cock into your ass, his lips already ghosting along your neck. His deep, gravelly voice made you let out a weak moan into Seonghwa’s mouth when he sighed, “Gonna fill your cunt full of my cum, sweetheart. So fucking full.” 
“Then, I get to fill her slutty elf cunt with my tongue first,” San interrupted, already on his knees, positioning himself in between you and Seonghwa, not hesitating to tear your skirt and panties apart to access your rapidly dripping cunt. “So pink, so pretty…” He attached his drooling mouth onto your clit, sucking so roughly, your knees almost buckled underneath you, about to completely collapse when he plugged your hole up with his hot tongue. 
Seonghwa pulled away slightly, finally letting you breathe without having his tongue down your throat, instead completely shredding  the front of your dress with his talons, just in time for Mingi to groan and cup your tits, squeezing and moving them around, saliva leaking past his plump lips. “I always know exactly what your idiotic orc brain is thinking,” he sighed at Mingi, bringing his own hands up to tweak and pinch at your nipples, making you cry out. 
“Oh, yeah? Can you read my mind right now, Hwa? Can you tell that I’m about to stretch this elf’s little fuckhole wide open with my fat fuckin’ cock?” he said near your twitching, elongated ear, his hard length slipping in between your thighs to rub along the underside of your cunt, his dark eyes settled on Seonghwa’s before returning to your slick body, their hands moving in tandem to play with your tits, each getting a chance to squeeze your squishy flesh and tease your increasingly puffy nipples. 
Yunho, who was hard beyond measure and feeling a little left out, walked up to the side of you and reached down to show off his enormous cock, the slick , oversized tip an angry shade of red. He pouted down at you, letting out a small whimper. “Can you please help me out, sweet? I’m so hard, it hurts…” 
Unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes, you nodded, licking your lips, collecting his vast amounts of pre-cum at the rounded tip with your fingers, eventually using it to slick up the rest of his cock, doing your best to jerk him off with your small hands. “Does that feel good, Yunho?” 
“So good, doll,” he gasped, leaning his head back, not registering when he began to thrust his hips forward into your hands, using them like a fleshlight. 
You’re so big, Yunho, fuck– I can hardly wrap my hands around it…” you sighed out, opening your mouth to lick at the tip of his cock each time he thrusted into your hands. Your mind went blank, until you suddenly remembered that San was in between your squeezing thighs, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue and lips wreaking havoc on your clit, his thick fingers shoved inside your pulsing hole.
“Like the way I’m eating this cunt of yours, eh, elf girl?” San mumbled in between slurps, gulping your juices down, a few dribbles of it cascading down his veined throat. “You don’t even need to answer, love. I can tell you do just from the way you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ my fingers.” San groaned deeply, watching the way you dripped for him as he continually went knuckles-deep inside you, biting his bottom lip, growling, “Cum for me. Cum all over my face, you brat. Fuckin’ do it.”
You unraveled almost instantaneously, getting your creaminess sucked off of your slit by the desperate barbarian, not even noticing that he had been jerking himself off so roughly, he had already made himself cum before you did. 
“Goddamn it, since when did high elf squirt taste so fuckin’ good?” San mumbled drunkenly to himself, licking at his swollen lips, prior to sucking your cum from his fingers noisily.
“You’ve had your fun, Sannie boy. It’s time for this little elf girl to experience the pleasure of getting broken in by real men. Hwa, you know what to do,” Mingi announced hastily, already bringing you down to the floor so that you were about to slowly take the half-orc’s cock in your cunt from behind, Seonghwa supporting your front, the tip of his tail already brushing back and forth over your swollen clit, rubbing his large, ridged cockhead on your puffy lips to slick them up with his pre-cum, his own plump lips moving at a quick pace, expertly reciting an incantation that would allow you to physically take two obscenely large cocks at once, all well as increasing your natural lubricant and allowing you access to heightened physical sensations.
“Fuck, look at you…What a good little elf girl you are, taking us both inside you like this,” Mingi sighed into your ear, reaching around your body to lazily rub your wetness into your sensitive clit. “Almost like you were made to take monster cock, huh? Not made for little elven peckers, it seems.” He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, able to feel the pronounced outline of his friend’s abnormally large length. “Mm, that’s right. You loved being stuffed full of monster cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Love it, Min, so much,” you choked out, your mind going positively blank, the only thing on your mind being the insanely pleasurable stretch you felt inside your core, knowing you were quite literally filled to the brim. “Feels so good, I can’t think.”
“Why think when you can just feel good, princess?” he chuckled, rubbing your tummy in an up and down motion, feeling the outline of Seonghwa’s thick, ridged length with his calloused fingers, shuddering from the sensation of their slippery cocks rubbing along one another inside your tight, slick walls . He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face with his prickly cheek, whispering onto your skin, “M’ so proud of you, sweetheart. I broke you in before and now here you are, taking big tielfing cock in your pussy while an orc’s stuffing you just as full. What a pretty sight you are. Wish I could take a picture.”
“Oh my god, Mingi, please, it’s so–” you could hardly verbalize, your eyes just about rolling into your skull, your body pulsing with so much pleasure, you could barely keep up with what was happening around you.
Mingi routinely filled your elongated ears with more filthy words, Seonghwa gazing deeply at you, your willing hole continuing to clench around their thrusting cocks, getting stretched so pleasurably, you almost passed out from that sensation alone.
All the while, San positioned himself in from of your tits, squeezing them together and driving his cock back and forth between them, grunting and groaning each time.
Yunho gently grabbed your chin, coaxing your mouth open as wide as it would go, whispering, “That’s it, my sweet, just a little wider…” He began to feed you his cock, stuffing your mouth full and instinctively fucking your throat, your jaw already beginning to ache from the obscene girth. “You’re so tiny…can barely take it…huh?” Moaning breathily, Yunho eventually settled for fucking the inside of your gummy cheek, afraid that he would suffocate you if he continued to throat fuck you.
It seemed that this quartet had been in this exact position before. That was clear to you now. You couldn't have been more wet and willing if you tried. Getting used by two filthy men while two more watched and desperately tried to get off using your body in any way they could filled you with a sense of purpose you didn’t realize you had always sought after. 
“You want our cum in your pretty elf cunt, princess?” Mingi huffed, in between harsh, deliberate thrusts, his hands cemented on the reappearing bulge in your stomach. “Huh? You want us to make a mess of you, aye? Want to be fucked so full of our seed, you’ll give us pretty elven offspring?” 
Once Yunho freed your saliva-streaked mouth from his suffocating length and resorted to jerking himself off, you were able to reply in a fucked-out, slurred voice, “Yeah–yeah–yeah– fill me up, wan’ it all. All your cum, in me, on me, I need it, pleaseee.” 
Your willing party members’ highs all crescendoed in succession, Mingi resorting to sloppy, rough thrusts inside your tight hole until he spilled most of his load into you, his cum splashing onto Seonghwa’s cock, dripping along their lengths to form a milky rim. “Oh, fuck, that’s it…but I’m not done yet, princess…I gotta–nngh–leave my mark on my favorite elf…” He slowly pulled out with lewd pop, coaxing a few more cum shots out of his cock with a large, closed fist, watching the large milky droplets slide along your smooth skin and torn sections of your dress onto the curve of your exposed ass, his eyes creasing with clear adoration. “That’s more like it…”
“W-was that necessary…?” you murmured, trying not to cum just from the sensation of getting stuffed full of cum, sensing that Seonghwa was next in line to come undone inside you.
“Oh, my gods, I…see heaven,” Seonghwa gasped sharply, the whites of his boundless eyes glowing brightly, his lips parting to allow a shaky moan to escape. Seonghwa gripped your hips so tightly, he was bound to leave handprints, relying on slow, deliberate strokes, using your contracting cunt to milk the cum from his cock, unable to resist leaving a few drops on your clit and mound when he pulled out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum all over these tits, you little elven slut, take itttt,” San gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, only having to pump himself between your slick, pre-cum covered tits once more before he was able to leave thick spurts of white all over the bottom of your heated face and lips, leaving most of his load on your messy tits.
“O-oh, godddd…!” Yunho came last, and the most, closing his hands around his reddened tip, whining profusely, unable to keep himself from completely unloading all over your pretty face and hair, practically drenching you in his cum. 
Mingi reached down to cup your chin, tilting your head back so that he could get a good look at you, admiring the way their collective seed dripped off and out of you, swearing he could shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. “Look at you. My pretty princess.”
You gently nuzzled his large hand, smiling contentedly, tasting the salt of someone’s load on your lips when you licked at them. “Your pretty princess…” 
It took a while for all of you to come down and catch your breath, the effects of the pollen still practically running through your veins, but you managed to wobble your way over to the main plant and slowly pull your trusty dagger out of its holder, slashing the plant until its precious seeds dropped into your open palm. You looked down at the golden, glowing seeds, your fingers still splattered with milky liquid, reminding you of the trials you conquered to get to your ultimate goal. As you wiped your sticky face with your sleeve, you looked around at your panting, much more docile party members, wondering if it was all worth it. 
Mingi brushed some of his sweaty hair out of his eyes, noticing the way you were looking up at him, sending a cocky smile your way. “So, you’re 200 gold pieces richer, princess. How does it feel?” 
“Huh?” you questioned immediately, your fingers closing around the pouch that contained the precious lujuria seeds. “It was 1000 gold pieces. Did fucking me stupid render you stupid instead?” 
“I’m sorry, darlin’, but with each party member fee, it rounds out at 200 a person,” he corrected you, bringing you in to give you a gentle hug and a pat on the ass, chuckling delightedly to himself, his friends joining in on the amusement. “That’s still quite a bit. You can buy yourself a pretty new dress since yours is all torn and drenched in our cum, ya’ know?” He leaned his head in your direction, twiddling his large thumbs, his smile growing more lewd. "That means I can have the one you're wearing right now, yeah?"
You grimaced, your blood boiling over, already stomping your way out of the last dungeon floor, your voice still growing louder and louder the further you walked away, swearing to yourself, “This is the last time I do anything with you, Mingi! Never again. Never! EVER!” 
Mingi simply waved off at his friend’s questioning gazes, holding the seeds that you had taken from the plant inside his own hand, admiring their shimmering edges. “Don’t worry. She always comes back.” 
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lettersbyelise · 2 months
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You reblog a lot of Drarry art, do you have favourite artists to rec? I'm new to Drarry and looking for Drarry art blogs to follow. Thank you 🧡🧡
aaah thanks anon! what an interesting question! sorry it took me a while to answer your ask - i got lost down the rabbit hole of amazing drarry artists i follow and i wanted to do this ART REC justice. I've listed just a few favorites who have been active in the past year, but I'm sure there are many more I forgot to add here (everyone feel free to add to my list tysm!)
El's Drarry Artist Rec List!
(in no particular order, I love them all)
@quail-in-red
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How can anyone see one of Quail's drawings and comics and not fall head over heels in love with their humor and style? Their art is so sweet and soft and funny. Run to check out their tropes mashup comics (illustration above taken from the one they did for my prompt 'not a date'+'first kiss') if you haven't already!
@littlewinnow
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Another 2023 (and 2024!) favorite, Winnow draws the absolute cutest dad!Draco and Scorpius. Both are completely infatuated with Harry, of course, which makes for sweet and hilarious mini-comics. Their art never fails to put a huge, sappy smile on my face <3 (I also recommend their nsfw art blog, too. for... reasons 🥵)
@basiatlu
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"Are you trying to murder me with this," I whisper as I look for the nearest fainting couch every time Basia posts a new art. I could write entire paragraphs about it. I love everything about their style, their ability to render yearning/fondness/lust, and their sense of anatomy (their Explicit art is mf fire). Basia's art is also very special to me: their Draco and Harry look like Basia reached into my brain and drew them exactly as I imagine them, pointy and messy and expressive and so, so into each other. WHere's that fainting couch when you need it??
@getawayfox
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I've been following El's art since they posted their first nsfw art on AO3, and I've adored everything they made since then. Just look at their Draco. Look at him. El draws the most exquisite details, with a use of color to die for. I'm always looking forward to what they'll post next!
@longdaytogo
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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I'm just gonna leave this art here to save everyone from an embarrassingly long, gushing paragraph about why longdaytogo's art is so amazing. They just draw the sexiest, most beautiful Draco and Harry, they don't even need to show much (just look at Draco's gaze!! and Harry's hand!!) for me to go weak in the knees.
@itsphantasmagoria
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I love Phantasmagoria's art (the one I choose here made me gasp when I saw it). Their sense of color, light, movement, and drama is unparalleled. Their art feels like looking at a movie still, if that makes sense? So much storytelling packed in each beautiful image.
@bluebutter-art
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I'm a long-standing fan of Blue's art, and seeing their art on my dash (be it HP, Capri, or other fandoms) is always a joy. They have such a gentle touch with lines and colors, their art gives me the same warm, happy, content feeling that I get reading the best of Saras Girl's fics.
@maesterchill
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Who's a brilliant writer in addition to being an incredible artist? Maesterchill, that's who. Another artist and friend who I've followed for many years, Maesterchill never ceazes to take my breath away with the heights of their talent. Their latest nsfw Drarry art was absolute fire, as are their fics and poems.
@cheriecherishchen
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Let's take a moment to celebrate a quiet artist who creates incredible cover art for their favorite fics. I discovered Cherie's covers when they made a cover for one of my fics (see excerpt above). They make cover art for a lot of Drarry fanfics using stock photos and a talent for visual design. I love how creativity in this fandom takes so many forms!
@fantalfart
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Fantalf's art is so soft and gorgeous. I love seeing it on my dash (just look at the example above!) and when they participate in fests. Their most recent comic was simply stunning, with a masterful use of black-and-white and color panels to support their storytelling.
@drarrydoodles
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A unique, gorgeous style, a use of color and shadow that reminds me of oil paintings and makes me want to stare at each of their arts for long, awestruck minutes. They don't post a ton of art but when they do, holy fuck I need to lie down. They also reblog a lot of other artists, which is really cool if you're looking for more artists to follow.
Here were a few of my favorite 2023 artists!! Go give them lots of love (and feel free to add you own faves to my (incomplete) list!
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shadeysprings · 6 months
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—Art Collector!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Summary — Your unexpected meeting with the famous art collector takes a dark turn when you learn the secret of his private collection.
Warnings — oral (female receiving), dismembered bodies, disrespect to the dead, entrapment, plots of killing, serial killer vibes, Steve being a calm psycho. There may be more I haven't mentioned but please read with caution.
Word Count — 5.4K
A/N — Story #1 for my FREAKtober Fest. The fic was heavily inspired by the movie itself and House of Wax. I'm happy to finally explore Steve's character in writing and I must say, I enjoyed every bit of it. The title was taken from the song You.
Gif by the amazing @steve-kemp
Shout out to @vellicore and @sgt-seabass for bouncing ideas with me and being my beta.
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and your reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope y'all enjoy! ❤️
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They didn’t come.
It was all you could think about as almost 2 hours had passed since your grad show started. Despite your parents’ — mostly your mom’s — disapproval of pursuing an arts program, you still invited them to the show. You hoped that if they saw what you were truly doing, they would understand your passion for paints and charcoal.
But it was a long shot, and you knew that. Though at least you tried…right?
You envy your classmates who carry bouquets while they present their artwork to their families and strangers alike. You were lucky enough to have a few come by your cubicle, delighted to explain the medium and process of your work. Some seemed genuinely intrigued while others, you can tell, only came by and endured your talk for the free stickers you offered at the end of your spiels.
Another hour passes by and you look up front when you hear an announcement being made by your instructor; a class photo. You’re reluctant to join, seeing no value in such a thing to be done as it’s obvious that once the day ends, they will be strangers once again. But another adamant call from your instructor has you heading to the front, a frown forming on your face when you’re pushed at the back, towered by your classmates—unseen once more. 
As parents and several others grab the opportunity to take a photo, your eyes suddenly divert back to your cubicle when you see someone looking over at your main art piece. You can’t put a pin on his face but you know you’ve seen him before. 
Once the group photo has ended, you immediately head back to your spot, catching the familiar stranger taking one of your stickers as well as a business card that sits beside it. It’s when you finally recognize him—and you’re in utter shock that he would be looking at your work. He finally notices you, a smile on his face as he holds out his hand. 
“Hi.” He begins, “I’m—”
“You’re Steve Kemp.” You finish for him, the confidence you suddenly displayed startling the both of you. But you push on when you see a smile of amusement on his face, taking his hand to shake. “You’re the famous art collector.” You wouldn’t have known it was him with how dressed down he looked with the corduroy jacket and navy jeans, but you’ve seen his face several times in art articles that you wouldn’t miss it.
“I wouldn’t say I’m famous.” He humbles himself but he lacks the conviction to make it believable. “I think I’m just skilled in finding pretty things—like this one.” He gestures towards your charcoal painting, the look of interest evident on his face. “What compelled you to incorporate a whale and an astronaut? What’s the story behind it?”
His question makes you smile. Maybe he is interested, you think to yourself and look towards your artwork before diving deep into your answer. 
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“The artwork was inspired by the 52 Hertz Whale.” You begin. “Just to give you a little background; out of all the whale species, it’s the only one that makes a call with such a distinct pitch. Researchers had guessed that it could be a hybrid of two whale species but any attempts to search for the creature for further study have failed. Though some have been saying that it’s not a whale but an entirely different animal.
“Loneliness was the main theme of the piece—just like the whale, if it truly exists, it is alone in the vast sea; with no family to call its own and with it being different from the others, no one would listen or understand their cries. Akin to the lonely astronaut floating in the endless void of space. Though the flowers and the seagull represent hope and freedom—that one day, everything they thought to be true would change, that someone is there to listen and welcome them in their arms.”
You feel yourself shiver and your heart race as you end your interpretation. How the art piece truly mirrors your life and your cry for recognition from the people who truly matter. You try your best not to shed the tears that well in your eyes, presenting the collector with a smile and hoping he sees it as passion and confidence. 
But the look on his face startles you; there’s no judgment but you see a hint of amusement in his sapphire eyes. You think he’s about to say something, to comment on what you said, instead, he looks back at the artwork, seemingly appraising it. 
“How much?” The question stuns you. Did you hear correctly?
“I’m sorry?” 
“I want to buy your art piece.” He expounds. “How much are you selling it for?”
That’s the last thing you expected to be asked in a college grad show. Was he seriously wanting to purchase it? You try to answer, to tell him that you’re not really looking for buyers nor expecting to sell any of your work but no words come out of your mouth, still taken aback by his surprising inquiry.
“I don’t—” You stutter. “I’m not really—”
The chuckle he makes has you pulling on the cuffs of your oversized flannel, feeling slightly anxious at the thought that he’s making fun of your state of shock. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He says with a smile, one that you mimic if only to ease the tension building within you. “But I am serious. I do want to buy it.”
Still, you don’t know what to say. Do you just give him an amount and call it a day?
“Why don’t you sit on it? Let’s say two days and I can give you a call for your price.” He holds up your business card between two fingers, the smile on his face turning into a playful smirk. “What do you say?”
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Under-dressed.
Not that it was a concern you realistically should have but the patrons of the bar made you feel as such with the men clad in suit jackets and the women, either in dresses or whatever you call the style of attire that was classier than your hoodie-jeans-sneakers combo. At least you brought a coat—that’s fancy enough, right?
You nurse your Bellini cocktail and thumb through your phone while waiting for Steve, popping your conversation thread with him every second or two just to assure yourself that he confirmed, or rather, planned the night of drinks to discuss your “Lonely Whale” piece as he coined it. It seemed odd at first but his determination was what compelled you to agree to meet him. 
The hiss of the straw fills your ears as you suck the last dregs of your drink. You shouldn’t have come early, you tell yourself, then you wouldn’t need to order another glass to accompany you on your wait. 
“Need a top-up?” A familiar voice from behind startles you and you look up to see Steve, decorated in a maroon wool sweater and that tantalizing smile he seems to always have. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was bad coming here to this part of town.” He says as he takes a seat beside you in the booth. 
You scoot over to give him room, surprised that he didn’t take the one across from you. “Please, don’t be sorry. I wasn’t waiting long.” You assure him with a soft smile, tapping a finger on the rim of your glass. “The drink kept me company.”
“Are they any good?” He asks but he’s already called the attention of a server before you can even reply. He orders a Bloody Mary—quite peculiar, you think, but you’re not one to judge someone's preference. “And the lady will have another, please.” 
Silence envelops the both of you as you wait for the drinks to arrive, feeling shy and anxious when he rests his arm against the back of the booth and turns in his seat to face you. You’re not used to being seen yet here’s this man, well-known in the field you didn’t think to excel in giving you such unwarranted attention. 
“Uhmm, so I asked my instructor about the painting,” you begin as you try to break the ice, “and he said that—” but stop when he shakes his head and lets out a gentle laugh. 
You think he’s playing at your lack of knowledge of these types of transactions that it makes you second-guess your words. Maybe you should have come off more confident and prevented showing him an inkling of your cluelessness. But the smile he sends your way speaks of something different. There is no presence of ill-intent yet you still keep your guard up. 
“We can talk business later. I’d like to get to know the artist more first.” He says and for some reason, it could be how comfortable he seems to be around you, that you nod at his request, a soft smile forming on your lips. 
“Well, what do you want to know?”
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Giggling. 
It’s been a while since you’ve done it but you guess after 4 glasses of the Bellini and a sip of his Bloody Mary, anyone would be in a lighter and more carefree mood. Just like how you are. 
The anxiety that filled you when you first walked into the bar seems non-existent with how well Steve carries a conversation. He listened to you complain and laughed at your sarcastic comments, throwing back another to keep the exchange alive. There was no dull moment to be recorded, only understanding when you shared the struggle of an art student living in a fast-paced environment. He’s probably the first person in your life who knows almost everything there is to know about you and even if he is a total stranger, he feels more familiar than any other. 
The night rolls by quicker than you’d hoped and the next thing you know you’re in his car, the alcohol messing with you as you begin belting out garbled lyrics to an Adele song. You’ve never felt so free and relaxed, and who would have thought you’d find it in someone who simply wants to buy your art project? 
You arrive shortly at your apartment building, a curious thought passing through your head as you don’t recall typing in your address in the GPS. But it goes just as quickly as it came when the passenger door is opened and Steve holds out a hand to help you out. 
He says your name, the syllables rolling like honey on his tongue and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way the moon shines against his face, but you truly notice how his sapphire eyes glow brighter with how close he stands to you, his cologne permeating your senses and his warmth mixing with yours, keeping away the cold autumn breeze of the night that surrounds the both of you. 
“I had a lovely evening.” He breathes, allowing him to take your hand in his. “And I don’t want it to end just yet.”
And it doesn’t. 
You invite Steve into your apartment for coffee, something to help completely sober him up and drive home safe. But as soon as you close the door and toe off your shoes, his hands are on your face and his lips capture yours, a soft grunt escaping you when he presses you against the door. You’re too stunned to process that he’s kissing you, only finally realizing it when he breaks the kiss and looks at you with his eyes so blue. 
You think he’s about to speak, to apologize for his forwardness, but instead he smiles while his thumb caresses the apple of your cheek. You don’t understand what he sees in you to warrant such soft affection, or to even consider you as someone to kiss. 
He leans closer once more, this time you sense the apprehension in his movements and with the way his eyes linger on your face. You shut your brain off completely, not wanting reason and rationality to stop whatever force that was pulling you together. So you meet him halfway, hands resting against his chest when you press your lips against his, a moan escaping you as when you feel him pull you further into the kiss. 
To say he was a good kisser was an understatement with the way his wet muscle caressed your own and how his lips wrestle you into a passionate exchange. He chuckles when he bumps against a side table while walking backwards, blindly into the living room, hands pawing at each other, groping, touching, and you lift up his sweater as the desire to feel his skin blooms in your head. 
But he doesn’t give you that chance as you drop back onto your loveseat couch, Steve’s hands pushing up your hoodie to expose the tank top hidden within. His fingers tickle your skin, teasing, taunting, and in one swift move he pulls down the cups of your bra having your tits spill out from them. 
Mewls and moans are the only sounds that leave your lips, coherent words nonexistent with how his lips wrap around a mound, sucking, licking, and dampening the fabric to expose your stiff nipples which he gives his undivided attention to. You try to reach for him, to at least make sure that this is all real and not a dream, but his hands take yours, preventing you from even running your finger through his dark hair, the act only heightening your senses further. 
But his venture to your breasts eventually stops and you look down at him when he trails butterfly kisses against your stomach, hands releasing yours only to undo the button and fly of your jeans. The garment flies but your panties stay, and you swear you could almost combust just from the way he looks at you—his eyes swirling with hunger, eagerness, and desperation for a taste. 
Slowly, he trails kisses against your inner thighs, lips, and teeth meeting skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to feel. The nervousness swirls around you like twine, making your heart beat loudly against your chest as everything feels too new, too alien, despite this no longer being your first. But you’ve never encountered anyone as captivating as Steve and you feel as if he would run away once he sees you completely. 
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispers into the air, his warm breath grazing against your heated core. 
It’s only then you comprehend what he’s done, your panties pushed to the side to expose you completely before him and all at once you feel your body burn when he laves his tongue against your pussy lips, gentle at first, testing the waters which shift to intent as he pushes them apart with his fingers, your sacred bud caressed by his expert tongue. 
You whisper his name as he begins delving into your pussy, strong hands keeping your thighs apart and pushing them down against the couch with his groans of pleasure filling your ears and fueling your desire for him. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair which you end up grabbing as a gasp is pulled from your lungs when he begins to suck your clit. 
The room feels like it's spinning with the ecstasy that climbs higher within your body, your senses no longer feeling like your own as Steve pushes on with his pursuit, his mouth dancing beautifully against your clit, his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh. But he stops, and a small wave of panic arises in your chest. Though it washes away like footprints on the sand when he ventures lower, his thumb taking purchase of your clit, rolling and adding pressure while his mouth ventures lower, teasing your slit at first before slowly pushing inside. 
Oh, how your body sings. Your back arches from the coach and you call out his name, louder this time, turning into a moaning mess as his regard to your cunt never wavers. You then feel the dam filling up at the pit of your stomach and all you can do is buck your hips against his mouth, encouraging—no—pushing him to pull you over the edge. 
“Steve—” It’s all you manage to say, your breath catching in your throat. 
His actions then become erratic, as if he can feel you teetering towards your peak, pulling you more to his mouth and devouring you whole. Sloppy, wet sounds of his mouth echo from below your waist, Steve letting out a low and guttural growl which only sets you ablaze. His thumb pushes more onto your clit, the pressure digging into your pelvis and finally having the dam at the pit of your abdomen burst.
Your body shakes and you grab onto Steve as your pussy walls flutter from your release, choking a sob as your sweet essence flows out of you. His awaiting mouth then laps each and every drop you offer, the sensation making you shiver yet at the same time cocoons you in euphoric bliss. 
The alcohol in your system then appears, mixing with the pleasure that continues to loom around you, and your eyes begin to droop, a smile forming on your lips. Your limbs ache deliciously, cunt buzzing from the orgasm that has taken over. You feel tired all of a sudden but happy at the same time and you forget all, even Steve, as you’re ready to end the night with such a good note. 
But a tap on your thigh pulls you from the serene moment, startling slightly to see Steve looking down at you with a grin painted on his face. “Stay awake, Baby.” He says, his hand running up your side and grabbing the hem of your hoodie. “I’m not yet done with you.”
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Nervous.
It’s all you feel as you stand outside of Steve’s home—if you could even call it that. With the modern exterior and floor-to-ceiling windows of the one-story home, you’d think you’re about to enter a museum. But it’s only reasonable for him to have such a lavish abode; he is an art collector after all. 
“You okay?” You turn your head to the side to face him when he stands beside you, his warmth brushing against your skin as he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.
“A bit—but more excited really.” You tell him, the giddiness of seeing his private collection dominating the restlessness you felt earlier. 
“Only the people who matter have seen it.” The smile he gives you is so contagious that you give one back and follow him inside his home.
After the night spent at your apartment, your life slowly revolved around Steve. Mornings begin and nights end with him and his attentiveness—one that you found more endearing than suffocating, as what some people you assume would say if they knew of your relationship. 
You don’t even know if you both have a relationship as neither of you discussed anything about labels, simply enjoying each other’s company. But you know that Steve has rooted himself deep in you, and you know that no matter how hard you try if anything comes that would sever you both, you’d have a hard time letting him go. Steve is the only one who has truly seen you and accepted you as you are.
A chill brushes your skin when you pass through the threshold of his home which has you pulling your knitted jacket more around your frame for warmth, and the first thing you see are the gallery lights mounted on the wall, with each one shining down on art pieces of different forms. The ones that stand by the door are wax figures of a woman’s pair of legs, one on each side. You look at it closely, the craftsmanship so intricate that you’d think it was real. The ones that come after it are different sets of arms and hands of women, again, each one posed differently and elegantly, as if welcoming you further down the hall.
It gives you pause with how unusual of a collection it is—women’s body parts—but you suppose that the world of art is filled with oddities. There was even one you heard who collects glass eyeballs, not caring if it was worn or not.
What greets you next are several paintings—if you can even call it as such—that litter the wall just the same, though you’ve never seen anything like it; one is of a canvas that houses different strands of hair that form into waves. You’re in awe with how they mimic the raging seas and how detailed and time consuming it must have been to complete. There’s even an image of a boat topped over it, as you inspect closely, you assume is made of leather. 
There’s another like it, though this seemed more like a showcase of all types of tresses, spaced out perfectly in rows of five. Each one portrayed a distinct person, with colors ranging from blonde to black and textures from curly to the straightest you’ve seen. The urge to touch it grows strong, wanting to check if they’re real or not.
“They’re real,” Steve answers your unspoken question, and you turn back to face him, feeling shy all of a sudden when you see him staring at you. “I call it live art.”
“You made this?”
“Oh, no.” He smiles as he nears the artwork, Steve’s hands tucked inside his pockets while he looks up at it. “I had it made. Though I did provide the materials—volunteers donated the hair.” His explanation has you thinking; you never knew people would donate something so personal for art. “I’m hoping to add more to the collection—a prized one that can be my center of attention.” He says and you catch him looking at you from your periphery. 
“What kind of prized piece?” You ask, curiosity nipping at the back of your head. 
“Something I could never get tired of looking at.” The smile he gives you sends a chill up your spine but your mind flows out into a daze when he steps forward and takes your face between his hands, his lips meeting yours in a soft kiss. “Like you.” He whispers and you can’t help but feel your face heat up with how beautiful he makes you feel. 
“Come on. There’s more in the living room and I wanted to show you where I would place your painting.” He says, giving you one last kiss before taking your hand and leading further inside. But you don’t miss the piece that sits just at the end of the hall; a torso of a woman, the composition almost similar to Alexndros’ Venus de Milo, except this one was missing its head. 
The living room is a sunken living room and it’s just as exquisite as the front of the house with paintings and figurines scattered in an organized fashion. Two couches sit on either side of a low table with a small cart that holds an array of spirits. You look around, mesmerized at the beauty he keeps within but stop when you notice a small greek style column sitting in the corner of the room. 
“What’s that?” You ask, pointing at the unusual fixture. 
“That’s just a chair a friend of mine made.” He responds while pouring the both of you some drinks. “It’s pretty cozy even if it’s made out of stone. Why don’t you try it out? Pretend you’re an art piece.” He urges and the giddiness you feel allows you to humor him. 
Soft jazz music then begins to play as you run your hand against the top, having a feel of the material before you take a seat, grabbing onto the sides to properly set yourself on top of it. The smile you catch on Steve’s face is wide as he approaches you and hands you your drink, his hand reaching up to caress your face. 
“You look perfect on it.” He sips on his drink and so do you. 
You can’t help but look at his eyes, how soft they look yet full of amidst the muted lighting that surrounds the both of you. You feel his hands continue to linger on your skin, resting gently on your shoulder with his thumb caressing the expanse of your neck. 
“Dance with me.” 
It’s all he says and you don’t have time to respond when he takes the glass from your grasp, setting both of them on the shelf that stands nearby and he reaches for you, his hands taking yours and placing them over his shoulders while his own finds purchase around your waist.
It feels like you’re walking on clouds with how he sways the both of you, his movements in sync with the music that fills the air. He holds you close, feeling his fingers drumming lightly on your back and how your feet follow him aimlessly, blindly with each step he makes. You’re suddenly aware of the intimacy that slowly winds the both of you, much different from the times he’s slept on your bed, and you feel shy, eyes casting down to stare at the edge of his navy turtleneck.
“Don’t hide from me, Baby,” He breathes softly, tilting your head back when he pinches your chin and feeling the warmth of his breath ghost against your lips. “I want to see you.”
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Giddy.
It’s the only feeling you describe as soon as you wake up, your body sore but in a good way and the sheets atop the mattress warm, not just because of you but from the man that sleeps soundly at your side. You turn to face Steve and examine his face, his beautiful pointed nose and his dark hair askew from the pillow underneath his head. 
You couldn’t believe your luck that someone like him would find interest in someone like you. You must have done something good in your previous life to feel such happiness that the neglect and disapproval you once received from the people you expected to love you is being provided by someone you’ve barely known for a week. 
Good things come to an end, you hear the pessimist in you say but you push it down, deep down where you cannot hear its cry. You’re going to enjoy this, whatever this is, and if time comes that it should indeed come to a stop—well, you’ll cross the bridge when you get there. 
You move to cuddle closer to Steve, wanting to feel more of his warmth but it’s interrupted by your need for relief that you settle on placing a kiss on his forehead before turning to leave the bed and find the restroom.
Washing your hands when you finish, you find a robe hanging at the back of the door and boldly take it, putting it around you to shield you from the cold that continues to circulate within the house and venture back to his room—back to Steve’s arms. Except the lone light that shines in the darkness catches your eyes and you glance towards the bedroom. You don’t want to be caught snooping but the call of the void is too strong for you to ignore. 
Silently, you pad down the hall and find yourself face to face with a staircase that leads to a closed door. Must be the basement, you think to yourself, taking one step at a time, you descend to your destination. You hesitate to hold the knob, not wanting to spoil your welcome but you soldier on, pushing through the barrier. 
A row of yellow muted light illuminates the entryway, and you see nothing but several black barrels neatly pushed against the wall and a few scrubs hanging from mounted hooks. You thought you would see more artwork but are left disappointed, deciding to turn back but the white light at the end of the room stops you, curiosity once more taking over your senses.
Fear then grips you tight when you step into the light, hands flying to your mouth and a gasp unwillingly escaping you when you see a woman laid down on a metal table with her lower half missing and her head free of her scalp. What hangs on the wall makes your stomach turn even further, body parts—arms, legs and a severed head coated in something you can only assume to be wax.
You run. Your heart beats hard against your chest as you make it back again to the door and close it as quietly as you can, not wanting to awaken your host—a monster you never thought him to be. Carefully, though quickly, you climb the steps and the only thing you could think of is to leave and run as far as you can where he cannot find you. 
Relief slowly washes over you when you get to the last step. Now all you have to do is go—call the authorities and—your thoughts take a dive when you feel someone grab you by the waist, trapping your arms along with it and a hand covering over your mouth as well as your nose.
“Where were you, Baby?” Steve’s calm voice forms from behind and your panic only rises further. You struggle against his hold, flailing as much as you can for him to let you go but he’s too strong and you feel the tears spill from your eyes as you think that this is the end. He’s caught you. You’re going to die. 
“You never should have seen that.” He simply says and you grunt when a stabbing pain forms on your neck, a cool sensation flowing through your veins. 
It’s then that he lets you go, your hand flying to where you felt the sting before turning to look at him. What did he do to you? You notice the syringe in his hand. Is it poison? Your vision almost instantly goes blurry, your limbs heavy and you drop to the floor, eyes cast to the ceiling as you try to make out your current state. The last thing you see is Steve, a sinister smile on his face and incoherent words coming from his lips before everything goes dark. 
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You’re dead.
It’s the first thing that comes to your mind when you come to. Everything slowly comes into clarity; the room you’re in is somewhere you’ve not been and the cool metal you feel around your ankle only solidifies the fact that he’s successfully trapped you in the hell he dwells in.
A door opens and closes and you curl up small on the bed you lay in to hide yourself from him. You’re crying once again a multitude of emotions surge from within—is it fear? Hopelessness? Anger? Towards him for lying to you or to yourself for believing him. 
“I never wanted you to find out this way.” He sighs. “I never wanted you to find out at all.”
“Are you going to kill me?” You can’t help but ask, even though you know what the answer is.
“Not yet.” His calm in his voice brings a chill to your spine. “Despite what you believe, I meant what I said; you matter to—”
“Stop lying to me!” You shout and sit up from the bed, grabbing the pillow on the bed and throwing it at him. “Why are you doing this?! What did I do to deserve this?! Why me?!” You shout, the anger that was settling in your bones turns into a raging fire. You go to lunge for him, wanting to rip his skin with your bare hands but the cuff on your foot stops you, making you fall to the ground in front of him. 
He tuts and you see his leather shoes in front of you. A groan then leaves your tongue when he grabs you by your face, your hand taking hold of his wrist as you try to pull away from him. But he only pinches tighter, making you shout in pain that fades all too quickly when he shakes you and makes you face him dead in the eyes.
“The more you fight, the harder it’ll be.” He snips. “I enjoy you a lot—don’t make me kill you so soon.”
“Just fucking do it!” You spit. “Do it! Kill me now!”
The laugh he gives you is menacing. He shakes his head, his other hand moving to run his finger on the side of your face. You see the darkness swirling around the sapphires of his eyes and you question yourself why, for the many times he’s stared at you, you’ve never seen it before. 
“Soon.” He promises. “For now, I’ll keep you. I don’t mind that column being empty just a little longer.”
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BOUND IN FLAMES - Part 8
Eris Vanserra × Archeron-Sister- Reader
Description: Feyre and her younger sister go hunting in the forest behind their family's cottage and go through life changing experiences.
A / N: I’m back from the dead 🧍🏻‍♀️ lmao and this next part is straight up smut with the tiniest fucking grain of plot hidden in it. I swear it’s just fucking filthy, well at least to me it is but that might be because i haven’t written smut in a while but i hope you all enjoy. I mean it has to do with calanmai which is basically a faerie fuck fest. So if you guys are just as sick and depraved as I am you’ll eat this shit up. Also life has been life-ing recently but im hoping to be more active and if you guys have any requests don’t be shy SEND THEM. well anyways enjoy and happy reading !! 😚
“Eris, I swear to the Mother if you hurt her-“ Lucien snarled, baring his teeth, as he pushed the tip of his dagger deeper into Eris’s porcelain skin. A droplet of crimson red blood sliding down the column of his throat.
The sight of it had you moving on instinct.
In seconds you had moved away from the dagger Eris had pressed against your throat, disarming Lucien and pressing his own dagger against the sun tanned skin of his throat. Fae — mating — instincts coming to the surface, you growled and then whispered two words deathly soft into Lucien’s ear, “Watch It.” I pulled back, still keeping the blade against his throat and looked at him. His face had blanched and his eyes were wide with fear or shock, I wasn’t sure.
I blinked once and saw myself through his eyes and blinked again and I was looking at him through my own eyes again. His eyes were still wide, but now I knew it was mostly fear. He knew I wouldn’t actually kill him, though he knew I definitely could if I wanted to by the way I had the knife angled at his throat.
Lucien had finally realized it for the first time in that moment, that I wasn’t all talk, that I would and could kill. And I scoffed. Flipping the dagger in my hand so the handle was facing him, “Enjoy the Rite,” handing it back to him.
He took it and sheathed it.
Behind me Eris chuckled in amusement. Though not at his little brother but at my antics. Turning around to face him, I took one step towards him, but stopped. He had a look in his eyes as he took me in that I couldn’t describe, “What ?”
He shrugged, “Nothing,” but I noted the way his pupils dilated when his eyes met mine again. Then he held his out for me to take. A silent invitation.
Before I could even take a step Lucien’s hand was gripping my arm and a growl ripped its way out of Eris’s throat — possessive and protective. My eyes never left my mate, not even as he glared at his brother. Lucien sighed once he realized I wasn’t going to look at him, “I know I can’t stop you so… be careful, Y/n. He’s not safe.” But you didn’t want safe, you wanted him.
You still didn’t look at Lucien as you ripped your arm free of his hold, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Lucien. Enjoy the rite.” My voice sounding sharper than I intended, but this would likely be the only night I would have with Eris, my mate and we were wasting time.I made my way towards Eris and he was still glaring at his youngest brother when I finally stood before him.
He was the most beautiful male I had ever seen. Dressed in Autumn Court colors, his clothes — all dark wine red with gold threading, all finely made — cut close enough to his body that I could see how magnificent he was. Anyone with eyes could see that by the way they clung to his muscular body. Eris wasn’t bulky with muscles he was more so lean. His red shoulder length hair dancing in the night spring breeze like living flames. And his amber eyes seemed to be gifts from the sun as they both glowed the same shade of gold.
We were standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his scent. His scent was intoxicating — cedar, citrus and crackling fires — invading all of my senses and before I could even stop myself I was in his arms. He was so tall that I had to stand on the tips of my toes to wrap my arms around his neck. Not even a second later I felt his arms immediately wrap around my waist, holding me to him.
One second we were standing in fields of the Spring Court, the next the world seemed to fold in on itself as we winnowed and now we were standing in a cabin. My body wanted to stay near him but the years of training that were drilled into me had me pulling away taking in my surroundings. Eris seemed to still as I looked around, “Where are we ?” I asked.
“My home away from home.”
I only nodded my head, letting him know I had heard him as I continued to look around. The cabin itself was beautiful; floor to ceiling mahogany and autumn court color and style furnishings. It was very much Eris. The small living room had the fire place going but I heard wood crackling from the back of the cabin. Tilting my head so I could look past my mates broad shoulders, what looked like a bedroom door was open and just past it in the room was a bookshelf. A well stocked bookshelf. Eris cleared his throat, voice tight, “Do you like it ?”
I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile, “I like it.”
He threw his head back and laughed and I realized I had never heard a sound so beautiful before. Eris was still laughing when he stepped closer to me, I didn’t back away this time, as he cupped my face in his large hands. Then he leaned down so close that if he spoke our lips would brush against each other… and he did. One word.
“Liar.”
He took a step back and it was my turn to laugh, “I’m not lying,” I said in between giggles.
“Alright, fine. You like it but…”
“But, my favorite color is blue and it’s just a lot of red, orange and yellow everywhere.”
He bowed deeply at the waist — mockingly — “I apologize, little flame, that our cabin is not up to your standards. I vow that the next time you see it will be to your liking.” Eris stood back up to his full height wearing a teasing smile on his face.
I wanted to roll my eyes at his antics and tell him to shut up, but instead I only asked, “Our ?”
“Our.” He affirmed.
I blinked at him, brows furrowed, “Why ?”
“What belongs to me, belongs to my mate. What’s mine is yours, little flame.” Eris said matter of factly.
“About that… how did you find out we were mates ?”
“You.”
“Me ?” He nodded his head, “Eris I need a little more than that.”
He took a step forward until he was right in front of me and I had to crane my neck back to meet his eyes. Then he lifted his right hand that was adorned in gold rings and tucked my hair behind my left ear. “Since last winter, when you made it over the wall, I’ve been dreaming of you every night. And every morning since then I’ve had the same nightmare.”
“What nightmare ?” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
“You’re not by my side when I wake up,” he breathed.
The way he was looking at me, like he was drinking in the fact that I was still here. That I was actually here and I realized I was doing the same thing.
I don’t know how much time passed before he spoke again, “How did you find out ?”
“The Suriel told me.”
His brows furrowed, “You ensnared a Suriel ?”
“No, he found me.”
This time his eyes narrowed and he blinked, “The Suriel found you and told you ?”
“Yes.”
“Why ?”
“They’re an old friend,” I shrugged.
Eris shook his head as he gave me a broad smile, “My mate is friends with one of the Suriel.”
I nodded my head, “Mhmm.”
“What did the Suriel tell you ?”
My eyes flickered between his amber eyes and then settled on the crackling fire beside us, “That like me my mate has fire in their blood and we would find each other on Calanmai. You’re heir to the Autumn Court. The both of us bound in flames. Bound to each other.” My eyes met gold ones again, “We have always been meant to burn together." I didn’t tell him that the Suriel also said I was heir to Spring. I couldn’t tell anyone, not yet.
“How did you know I was your mate and not Lucien ?”
“I felt a tugging in my gut — in my chest a couple times like there was a string inside of me and when I saw you it felt warm like it was glowing,” I smiled softly because that same feeling hadn’t gone away yet.
Eris’s eyes tracked my lips movements and I noted the way his pupils dilated and his the way his scent shifted. It was muskier and even though we weren’t in Spring anymore we could still hear, still feel, the pulsating drum beats.
His left hand that was also adorned with gold rings, cupped my face, his thumb swiping against my cheek as he uttered a single question, “Can I kiss you ?”
I felt my cheeks heat and only nodded my head in response not trusting my voice. His nostrils flared and I knew he scented my arousal.
“I need words, little flame. I want to hear it from your lips,” Eris commanded, his voice rough with lust.
“Yes, please.” My voice a breathy sensual whisper.
His large hands cupped my face and then he was surging forward, our mouths met with a desperate need, it was all teeth and tongue. He was savoring every brush of your tongue against his, every drag of your lips, eagerly exploring every part of you. You both knew what you wanted — needed — and were going to take it.
His hands moved from my face to roaming over my figure before settling on my ass making me moan into his mouth. I buried my hands in his hair, it was soft beneath my fingertips as I tugged and pulled on it. Making him groan into my mouth every time I did.
We both begrudgingly pulled away needing to catch our breaths. Eris’s eyes darkened as he took me in, “You are so beautiful,” he murmured panting softly.
I felt my cheeks redden at his words and shook my head, looking down at our feet.
His hands titled my head up, making me meet his eyes, “I’m serious, little flame, you’re beautiful. You are a goddess… My goddess.” You were going to brush him off but the sincerity in his eyes and voice made you believe it.
“Then prove it. Worship me, Eris,” my voice was breathy and raw with lust. We were both succumbing to the effects of the magic felt on Fire Night. The drumbeats were now pounding and pulsating rapidly and something shifted in both of us. You needed him and he needed you in any and every way you could have each other. Neither one of you knew who moved first, but the both of you began tearing at each others clothes, your mouths meeting again.
Once you were both bare before each other, you pulled away again drinking him. Your mate was beautiful, his body was powerfully built, corded in muscles as if the Mother herself carved him from marble just for you. His body was sparsely littered in scars, the pink raised skin stark in comparison to his porcelain skin and you had no doubt he’d had more on his back.
You were for once grateful that the blood spell your mother used on you covered your scars. You wouldn’t ask him about his scars, in a way they made him more beautiful to you, but mine were more brutal than anything.
Both of our chests heaving as we drank in the sight of each other. Breath hitching when I saw him, hard and at attention. He was long and thick, I knew it was going to hurt, but some fucked up part of me wanted it to. Wanted to feel every glorious inch and vein of him as he buried himself in your cunt. Licking my lips at the thought of him inside of me.
And he’s licking his lips when he sees your cunt glistening with arousal. The both of you make eye contact and I don’t know what he sees on my face, but the sight of it had him closing his eyes as a groan fell from his kiss swollen lips. Then he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, hoisting you up and carried you to the only bed in the cabin.
Eris kissed you again, like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. He pulled away only to start kissing and biting the tanned skin of your jaw, neck and chest. The only sounds coming from the both of you were lewd moans and groans as he laid you atop the soft bed.
Climbing on top of you, he trails his tongue down your neck, swirling it around your hardened nipples and between your breasts. Down your tummy and between your thighs. All while leaving kisses behind.
“Eris,” his name was a plea and prayer on my lips.
He moved to sit back on his haunches as his eyes rove over your body before settling on your soaked cunt, “Yes, little flame ?”
“I need you,” I whimper.
“Have you—“ he shudders as his jaw and hands clench and unclench. His eyes darkening with the promise of violence, “Have you ever been with—“
You don’t even let him finish the question, “No… just you.”
He visibly relaxes and smiles, “Gods, the Mother really made you just for me,” he says under his breath to himself. Amber eyes meet yours, “I’m going to be the first and only male to ruin you,” he promises.
“So what are you waiting for Eris, ruin me,” you tilt your head at him, your mouth curving into a teasing smirk.
Without another word he settles himself between your thighs and puts your legs over his shoulders. His large hands holding your thighs apart as he licked a single long broad stripe through your folds. Digging his fingers into your soft skin, groaning at the sweet taste of you on his tongue and your hands fist the sheets beneath you at the feeling.
Back arching off the bed as his tongue flicks your clit, “Oh… f— fuck Eris,” you cry out in pleasure. Then he circles and swirls his tongue before sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
You start to squirm beneath him as he savors you, heat begins pooling in your lower tummy, but his large hands keep you spread and in place for him. Sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his tongue entering you, “Eris, Eris, Eris !” His name a prayer on your lips and he is your god.
Muscles tensing as his tongue leaves you feeling empty, but then he goes right back to sucking on your swollen clit. Your walls spasming and contracting on nothing as the heat in your belly turns to fire and spreads throughout your body. Time seems to stop as he begins to suck harshly, the sheets fisted in your hands ripping out of pleasure and then you shattered.
Your mates name on your lips as you fall apart.
Eris doesn’t give you to time to catch your breath as he moves to sit on his knees beside your still trembling body. One of his hands plays with your tits while he uses the other to run through your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers, your hips jerking up in response.
Then he’s moving his hand that was playing with your tits, resting it atop your lower belly as he buries two slicked covered fingers into your cunt. Eris moves them in and out at a relentless pace fucking you with them, pushing down a bit applying pressure on your belly with his other hand, as he curls them inside of you. Hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you crying out in pleasure.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
Your nerves, your entire body feels like it’s on fire.
“Eyes on me or I stop.”
It takes everything in you to open your eyes, but you do. The sight of him nearly taking your breath away entirely. His red hair was mused, blown pupils with small rings of gold around them, his mouth and chin covered in your slick and a smug smirk on his lips.
“That’s it’s, little flame. Eyes on me,” he coos. Walls fluttering around his fingers at his words, his voice, him. The coil inside of me tightening, legs shaking and then the coil snapped.
You were a babbling incoherent mess as you squirted, soaking his fingers, your thighs and sheets beneath you. “Good fucking girl,” he praised, but he didn’t stop. I couldn't tell where one climax ended and the second began as continued thrusting his fingers in and out of me relentlessly. You didn’t know how many times he made you squirt before he stopped.
Your body was still shaking and your chest still heaving as he licked a long stripe from your sensitive cunt, making you whimper, up to your lips. Kissing you and then swiping his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission, your tongue met his, making you moan as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
Eris pulled back smiling proudly at you before placing a soft gentle kiss on your forehead, “You did so good, little flame.” You looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Can you keep going or do you want to sleep ?”
I knew if I said I wanted to stop he would stop, but I also knew this might be only night I get to be with him and I wasn’t going to waste it. So I nodded my head.
He chuckled, “I need words,” he pushed my hair out of my face, “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice raw and hoarse from all the pleasure.
Eris kissed me on the forehead again, praising me, “Atta girl.”
I was still panting softly when he rose from the bed and said he would be right back, he left the bedroom, coming back with two glasses of water in hand. “Drink up, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” I didn’t even reach for the water as I stared at him, his cock, unabashedly. Eris was still hard as rock — just from looking at you. Since he saw you bare before him.
The sight of him, his tip red and angry had you running your tongue over your lips, hungry to feel him in your mouth. You didn’t say anything as you crawled to him, to where he was standing at the side of the bed and wrapped your hand around him.
He hissed when you pumped him a few times which only motivated you do more, so you could see how’d he react. But before you could, Eris stopped you pulling your hand away, “Drink,” he ordered.
Taking the glass of water from his hand you gulped it down greedily. You didn’t realize how thirsty you were until you were knocking back the glass. Practically chugging it as water trickled down from the corners of your mouth and down your neck. Eris only shook his head, chuckling, “Good ?” Taking both of your empty glasses and setting them on the nightstand.
I nod, giving him a shy smile, wiping the water off my chin with the back of my hand, “Good.”
His hand wraps around my neck, guiding me to where he wants before he leans down to kiss me hungrily. Then I’m wrapping my hand around his length, pumping and twisting slowly, his hips bucking in response to my touch.
The both of you pull away from the kiss and he groans as you grip him harder and pick up the pace. Letting out a shuddering exhale as you lay on your stomach infront of him, biting your lip, enjoying how your mate reacts to your touch. Stroking him a couple more times before licking a long broad stripe on the underside of length.
Eris lets out a lewd moan as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. His hands brushing my hair back as I lightly lap at his sensitive tip, savoring the taste of the salty bead of precum that was on it.
Kiss swollen lips part to take him, making me gag as his cock hits the back of my throat, “Oh fuck,” Eris rasps out. Hollowing my cheeks as I pull almost all the way back. Making eye contact as I swirl my tongue around his tip, working his long thick length with my hand, the other playing with his balls. “Mother’s tits,” he groans.
Lips wrapping around the head of his cock as I guide his hands to grip my hair. His amber eyes twinkle when he realizes what I want him to do, “Are you sure, little flame ? I won’t be gentle.” I hum a ‘yes’ to him as best I can with him in my mouth. The feral look in his eyes matches the smirk he wears and he doesn’t waste another second.
Not as he tightens the hold he has on my hair and mercilessly bucks his hips into my mouth. Eyes watering as I sputter around his cock, “That’s it… fucking take it like a good, little slut,” he growls.
Tears run down my cheeks and saliva runs down my chin as he fucks my mouth. My hips grind on nothing in response to the obscene noises he makes and the lewd sounds of him roughly bucking his hips into my warm mouth. Then he’s suddenly pulling me off of him and crashing his lips to my slick swollen ones. Before I can even catch my breath he’s swirling his tongue around mine.
He pulls away, both breathing heavily, he presses his forehead against mine. He chuckles, “You alright ?”
I nod my head, “Mhm.”
“Gods I wanted to finish in your mouth, but I’d rather finish in you,” He confesses.
“Please,” you breathe and he nods his head.
Then he’s moving, positioning you in the middle of bed and sliding a plush pillow beneath your head, as he sits on his knees between your thighs. He sighs contentedly, scanning you from head to toe, “Gods, my beautiful beautiful, mate.”
You sit up on your elbows, wrapping your right hand around his cock and stroke him, “My beautiful beautiful, mate,” you repeat back to him. The smile Eris gives you, gives you butterflies and then he’s leaning forward capturing your lips in a way you could only describe as loving.
His left hand cups the side of my face as he lays me back down, still kissing me and his large right hand covers the one I have wrapped around his cock. Then he’s rubbing the tip of it through my folds, hips jerking when it rubs over my clit as he swallows my moans.
Pulling back, pressing your forehead to his chest, “Eris… please…” you whimper.
“Please what, little flame,” he chuckles darkly and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking.
“Fuck me—“ My voice dies in my throat at the feeling of his cock pushing into me. My hands move to grip his bicep as I hiss out in pain, I know i’m wet enough but he’s just so big. Eris continues pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully buried in my cunt.
My chest heaving at the lingering hint of pain, but he doesn’t move, letting me stretch and adjust to his size. He just places kisses all over my face as I adjust, “You’re doing so good,” he praises. “Take your time.”
We stay there not moving and he just continues to kiss me and talk me through it for a couple minutes longer.
Letting out a shaky breath, I utter one word, “Move.”
That’s all it takes for him to start slowly rolling his hips, my walls fluttering around him, making him groan. “Fuck,” he drawls out. Eris continues fucking into me with slow but precise rolls of his hips, but he’s starting to tremble with restraint from holding himself back. Not wanting to hurt his sweet little mate.
But any hint of lingering pain is long gone and I want — need — him to ruin me. “Eris ?”
“Yes ?” He grits out.
“I need you harder… faster,” I murmur against his skin.
His hips still for a second, then he’s throwing my legs over his broad shoulders, hips snapping against the back of my thighs and ass as he fucks into me at an impossibly fast pace. This new position making me cry out as his tip repeatedly hits my sweet spot, “Ohh f-fuck Eris !”
“Gods… you take me well,” he says between pants, “You were made for me, little flame.” Then he sets your legs back down and puts his hands down on the bed, beside your tits as he deeply thrusts into you, causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. Screwing your eyes shut and screaming his name out while my nails scratch his back.
He lets out a hiss that has me opening my eyes, scanning his face, I open my mouth to ask if I hurt him. But he quickly shakes his head ‘no,’ “I — I just feel you, little flame.” He reassures me, shifting his hips at another angle, hitting spots he hadn’t hit before.
“Fuuuck, Eris.” I cry out, my hands finding his back again, scratching.
"Look at you," he murmured as he moved inside me.
I manage to rise up enough to see where we were joined — to see his cock pulling almost all the way out before disappearing back into my body. And the sight of it wrecked me so thoroughly that it pushed me right over the edge. My mates name on my lips as I fell as he worked me through my orgasm.
We stay like that for a little while longer — him rutting into me — then he’s flipping us around so I’m on top. He doesn’t even move yet and my body shudders, the fit so much deeper in this position.
I press my hand against my lower belly and gasp, his cock twitching inside of me. He has a smug smirk on his face, “See, you were made for me. We’re a perfect fit.”
I lean down to kiss him, and then whisper in his ear, “I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
Eris sucks in sharp breath and now it’s his turn to beg, “Please, little flame.” So I sat up, hands braced on his broad chest, and rode him.
Eris howled my name — thrusting his hips up to meet mine — like the devotee of a god. My tits bouncing wildly in his face as I rode him, faster, harder. His fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, no doubt leaving bruises behind in their wake. “Touch me…” I breath, my voice dripping sin.
Grinding my hips down on him as he moved his hands to grope my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples. His touch making goosebumps appear and spread all over my body. Breath hitching every time my swollen clit rubbed against the muscle of his abs. His own pleasure making his abs twitch only adding to my own pleasure. Causing heat to build in my belly from the friction.
I braced my hands on his chest again, slamming my ass against his hips, drowning out the drumbeats that still sounded outside for Calanmai. The only thing I could hear was the sound of skin slapping skin and our sounds of pleasure.
Then he pulled me against him so we were chest to chest, wrapping his arms around my back, jackknifing up into me relentlessly. “Be a good little mate and fucking take it,” he grits out. The fire in my belly turning to molten lava. My hands fisting the sheets at his sides before biting into his shoulder.
It looked like they were glowing with starlight, or maybe my own vision fractured as release barreled into me again like a lightning strike.
And Eris found his, gasping my name over and over as he grinded my hips onto his with a bruising grip. His cock twitching as he spilled himself in me. My walls spasming and contracting around him, milking every last drop of his cum, as he held me there on him until he was well and truly empty.
When we were done, I remained atop him with him still inside of me and he still had a hand on my hip, while the other played with my hair.
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Hard Reset VIII
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Reader
Warnings: 18+ / Smut / Fluff
Description: This fic covers the trip to fall fest, plus a little before & after, during the bye week secret honeymoon.
Time/Place: Wednesday, Oct. 18, 2023 / the lakehouse + fall fest
A/N: This is the eighth fic in the Hard Reset series.
I had a lot of fun writing this fall fest chapter. I actually had a few more ideas, but I nixed them because it was getting too long. I have one more lakehouse/honeymoon chapter to post after this, and then we'll be heading back to the city. I'm really busy right now due to the holidays, but I'll try to have the next installment up in the next week or so.
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The smell of coffee entices you awake the next morning; you stretch your deliciously sore, nude body under the soft sheets before fluttering your eyes open, smiling at Joe as he leans over you holding a large cup of coffee, a twinkle in his eyes as he blows coffee fumes in your direction.
"What are you doing?" you laugh, pushing up into a sitting position and making a half-ass effort to tame your bedhead.
"I knew if you smelled this coffee you'd wake up," he gloats, obviously proud of himself for being right.
"Well, it smells amazing," you groan, making grabby hands at the oversized cup. "Thank you," you sigh, taking a small sip to gauge the heat level. You lick your lips in appreciation and take another sip while looking at the logo on the side of the cup. "The Cove Café," you read out loud, recognizing it as the one-stop-shop type of place -- conveniently located just across the lake -- that specializes in coffee, pastries, sandwiches, smoothies and gelato. "Did you get it delivered?"
"Yeah. The delivery guy came by boat since it's only about five minutes instead of twenty minutes by car on these curvy, winding roads. I met him down at the dock."
"It's still nice and hot," you state, shivering a little as you warm both hands on the cup and take another sip.
"Are you cold?" Joe asks.
"A little."
He whips his long sleeve t-shirt off and hands it to you, holding your coffee cup while you shimmy into it. "Better?" he asks, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips before handing your cup back to you.
"Much better, thanks."
"Good." He stares at you for several heartbeats, his expression hard to read in the dim light.
"What are you thinking?" you eventually ask.
He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "You know last night when we saw the shooting star or possible UFO?"
"Yeah."
"And you said you didn't wish for anything because you already have everything you want?"
"Yeah," you repeat, slightly concerned at the intense look on his face.
"Were you talking about me? Because I thought you were, but then I kind of talked myself out of it and …"
"Of course I was talking about you," you soothe, brushing your fingers through his tousled curls while giving him a smile. "You're everything I've ever wanted and more."
"Okay, good," he mutters, giving you a sheepish smile. "Just wanted to make sure." He breaks eye contact and fiddles with his wristbands as he continues. "I've been worried that I might have rushed you into this secret marriage thing."
"You didn't rush me at all," you assure him. "I wanted this just as much as you."
"That's hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it."
You try to think of something to say to reassure him, your mind landing on a thought from last night. "Remember when you said there's no place in the world you'd rather be than right here with me?" you ask.
"Yeah."
"I got a little distracted by your sexy self before I could tell you this, but I had that exact same thought earlier in the night. Like the exact same. It's almost like you read my mind."
"That's really cool," he grins, leaning forward to give you a kiss. "We've always been on the same wavelength." He gives you a playful wink before hopping up and heading for the door. "I'm gonna turn the heat up a bit and grab a couple things. Be right back."
You enjoy your caramel-flavored coffee for a few minutes before raising a hand to brush your hair out of your face, the motion causing you to catch a whiff of Joe's scent on the t-shirt you're wearing; you grab a handful of material and bring it to your nose, inhaling deeply as a throb of arousal kicks off in your core. "Absolutely not," you grumble, looking down at your sheet-covered lap as you continue. "Plenty of time for that later. Plus, you're still a little sore from last night so behave yourself. "
"Who are you talking to?" Joe asks as he breezes back in carrying a large smoothie and a plate with two huge muffins.
"My vagina."
"What?" he snort-laughs.
"I caught your scent on this shirt and it made my vag perk up, but I shut it down. We need to get to the fall fest before the rain gets here. Plenty of time to get naughty later."
"Great, now I'm getting cockblocked by fall fest," he teases, grinning as he hands you a fat muffin.
"You've got sex on the brain."
"Says the woman with the perky vag."
"Touché," you chuckle, sinking your teeth into the sweet smelling muffin. "Oh my gosh," you moan after chewing and swallowing. "What flavor is this?"
"Apple cinnamon streusel."
"It's delicious," you enthuse, taking another bite as he crawls in bed beside you and takes a bite of his muffin. "What flavor is your smoothie?" you ask, taking a sip as he offers it to you.
"Harvest bounty or something like that," he shrugs. "It has like fifteen ingredients."
"It's good," you mumble, turning your attention back to your much tastier coffee and muffin. Smoothies were def his thing more than your thing.
Y'all finish eating breakfast while exchanging small talk.
"How does your calf feel?" you ask.
"Fine. I did all of my stretches when I got up this morning and it felt good. I thought about getting in a quick work-out, but I'm still tired from the work-out you gave me last night."
"Yeah, my legs feel like jelly, and I haven't even tried to stand up yet." Y'all laugh a little before you continue. "I still can't believe you had our exact same home gym replicated here at the lakehouse."
He shrugs. "It was easy. I just ordered the equipment and sent Max a few pics of the set-up I wanted. He met the delivery guys here and showed them where to put everything."
"Is Max going to be our caretaker here?"
"Yeah. I offered him the job and he accepted. I insisted on giving him a substantial raise. He said he didn't need it, but he gave in once he realized I wasn't gonna back down."
"You're never gonna beat the stubborn allegations."
"Ain't even trying," he chuckles, giving you a cocky grin before polishing off his muffin.
"Why don't you check the weather report real quick," you urge. "See what time the rain is gonna start."
He grabs his phone and scrolls for a minute. "Looks like it won't start until early evening. We'll have plenty of time to enjoy fall fest before the storm rolls in."
"Yay!" you chirp, handing him the last bite of your muffin before easing out of bed and heading for the bathroom. "I'm gonna get a quick shower and get dressed. I'll be ready in about thirty or forty minutes."
"Babe?" he asks, just before you disappear into the en suite bathroom.
"Yeah?" you turn to look at him.
"The high temp today is 69," he purrs, giving you a filthy wink. "Pretty sure that's a good omen for tonight."
"It's good to know marriage hasn't tamed your horniness," you giggle, shaking your head as you head for the shower.
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Forty-five minutes later, y'all are driving the winding road that circles the lake, finally headed to the farmers market fall fest that you've been looking forward to since it was first mentioned.
"I'm so excited!" you enthuse. "What are you looking forward to the most?" you ask.
"Pumpkin spice doughnuts and getting a couple of actual pumpkins to carve tonight." He flashes you a smile before returning his attention to the road. "What about you?"
"Both of those plus getting some apple cider to go with the spiced rum we brought."
"Are we gonna get lit while carving the pumpkins?"
"Just a little tipsy," you giggle. "We're on vacay after all." You turn your head to look at him, giving him a slow perusal as he navigates the curvy road with one big hand gripping the steering wheel. He's wearing a black backwards cap, sunglasses, a plaid flannel shirt in shades of black, gray and blue unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, plus his fav gray jeans that are stretched tight over his thick thighs. The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to reveal his sinewy forearms, and your eyes are drawn to a prominent vein that snakes down from his elbow to his wrist.
You bite your lip and squirm in your seat when you think about another prominent vein farther south on his body that you spent quite awhile teasing with your tongue last night.
He cuts a glance at you, one eyebrow raised above the frame of his shades. "What?" he grins, reading your body language with ease.
"Just enjoying the view," you murmur.
"The view is that way," he states, pointing toward the lake in the opposite direction
"Nope, it's definitely this way," you tease, taking your sunglasses off to bat your eyelashes while ogling him.
"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm gonna turn this car around and take you right back to bed."
You give him a wink before sliding your shades back on. "I'll behave since I really wanna go to fall fest."
"Cockblocked by fall fest once again," he grumbles playfully.
"I'll make it up to you later," you promise.
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Y'all pull into the parking lot about fifteen minutes later, breathing a sigh of relief that very few cars are already there. "Not too many folks here on a week-day morning," you state, grabbing your purse plus a reusable shopping bag before you exit the car. You walk beside Joe toward the entrance, smiling to yourself when he instinctively matches his much longer strides to your shorter ones.
"Ohhh, let's hit the pumpkin patch first," he urges, pointing just to the left of the main entrance where it seems there are about a thousand pumpkins sitting pretty in the late-morning sun. You quickly agree, and y'all split up to select the perfect pumpkins for carving.
After about ten minutes of serious pumpkin perusal, you hear Joe's voice coming from one row over.
"Babe?"
You can't see him due to the hay bales stacked between each row. "Yeah?" you answer, leaning down to thump your fingers against a shiny, plump candidate, making a stank face at the dull thud you get back.
"Can you come here real quick?" he continues.
"Sure." You walk to the end of the row, turn the corner and head toward him, smiling when he points at a cute display -- a jaunty scarecrow, several hay bales, and about a dozen colorful mums situated in front of a mound of pumpkins. "You're taller than the scarecrow," you tease, giggling when he sticks his tongue out at you.
"Let's take a pic real quick," he urges, waiting for you to drop your bags out of frame before joining him in front of the display. He snaps a few pics, his long arm working just as good as any selfie stick. "These are great," he states, showing you the results.
"They really are," you agree, "and we totally match," you continue. You're in another pair of black leggings with your black knee boots, a fitted white t-shirt, and a long sleeve button down shirt in a soft, medium-wash denim. You left your coat in the car because it wasn't cold enough for it.
"For real," he muses. "The Story of Us - Volume Two is gonna be awesome," he grins.
You give him a quick kiss before grabbing your bags and heading one row over to continue searching for the perfect pumpkin.
About fifteen minutes later, you round the corner again holding the ultimate carving pumpkin. You jump a bit as you immediately come face to face with Joe holding his own gorgeous gourd. Y'all eye each other's selections for a few seconds, nodding approval. His selection is tall and sturdy while yours is shorter and more voluptuous. "Perfect," he says, taking your pumpkin from you. "I'll pay for these and take them to the car while you get in line for doughnuts. I'll get the warm apple cider and come find you."
"Okay," you grin, walking toward the main entrance, your heart full of love for your bossy husband.
You're still standing in line several minutes later when Joe walks up with two cups, handing you one. "It's delicious," he says, waiting for you to take a sip of the steaming beverage, closely watching your face for your reaction. "Delicious," you echo, taking another sip before stepping forward to order your doughnuts.
Y'all eat the spicy, warm pastries washed down with cider while walking and inspecting the wares at the various booths selling fruits and vegetables, homemade goods, arts and crafts, home decor, plus lots of food and drink.
You stop in front of a display of plush blankets, quickly digging in your purse for a wet wipe from your travel pack, cleaning your hands before handing the wipe to Joe to do the same. You dry your hands on a clean napkin before reaching out to fondle one of the throws. "Sooo soft," you murmur, watching as Joe roots around in the pile of blankets before pulling out one adorned with an autumn-hued plaid with just a hint of teal.
"Perfect for the lakehouse, right?" he grins.
"Perfect," you agree.
"Let's get one for the city, too," he mutters, watching closely as you dig around for a more neutral-colored throw. "Jackpot," he states as you hold one up for inspection.
"These would make great Christmas presents," you muse, spending the next several minutes trying to decide which throws to get for everyone.
"Let's just get all of 'em, and we'll decide who to give 'em to later," Joe urges.
You agree, giving a warm smile to the vendor when he comes over to check y'all out. He raises his eyebrows as he looks at Joe. "You look kinda familiar," the vendor says. "You come here often?"
"No," Joe answers as he hands over some cash. "This is our first time here."
"We're from out of town," you add.
"I see," the vendor says, returning your smile before handing Joe his change.
"Keep the change," Joe says before y'all help the vendor stuff fourteen fluffy blankets into a couple of oversized paper shopping bags. "I'll take these to the car," Joe mutters, flashing you a conspiratorial smile. "You keep browsing."
You make it as far as the next booth before Joe catches up with you; he walks up waggling a small paper bag. "Spicy roasted nuts," he mumbles around a mouthful of said nuts. "I needed some protein to go with all the carbs."
"Good idea, babe," you state, sticking a candle under his nose. "You like this scent?"
He inhales the aroma and immediately nods his head. "Love it. What is it?"
"Honey vanilla. I like that it's not too sweet. I think I'll get a couple," you continue, placing the lid back on the candle you're holding before reaching for another one.
"Get more than a couple," Joe orders before tossing another handful of nuts in his mouth.
"They have eight of this fragrance. How many should we get?"
"Get all of 'em," he urges. "It's not like they'll go bad before we can use 'em. We can leave some here and take some back to the city."
You give him a smile and nod in agreement, secretly thrilled that he seems to be really enjoying his fall fest experience. "You keep browsing," you say. "I'll pay for these then catch up with you."
You help the vendor double wrap your candles in tissue paper to protect the glass containers before stashing them in your reusable shopping bag; as you make your way up the row of booths, you spot Joe ambling along, his head turning side-to-side to take in all of the goods. "Hey," you greet as you catch up with him.
"Hey," he echoes, holding his paper bag out to you. "Wanna taste my nuts?"
Your mouth drops open as you unleash an inelegant snort-laugh, laughing even harder when he shakes his head.
"And you accuse me of having sex on the brain," he chuckles.
"You do have sex on the brain," you state, grabbing a handful of his nuts and tossing them in your mouth.
"I mean … yeah, but can you blame me?" he asks. "I've got a smoking hot wife."
"You're getting laid tonight, Burrow," you slide your sunglasses down and give him a wink. "No flattery needed."
"It's not flattery. It's the truth."
You give him a smile and take another handful of nuts as y'all continue strolling up the row.
"Pumpkin tic-tac-toe!" Joe chirps, grabbing your hand and leading you to a display that features a square, black table with orange tape used to create the tic-tac-toe rows; there's a hay bale in front of the table holding five white and five orange mini pumpkins, each about the size of a grapefruit. "How much to play?" Joe asks the elderly man sitting in a folding chair reading a newspaper.
"You can play for free," he answers, nodding at a large glass jar with some coins and dollar bills in it. "But if you'd like to make a donation to the local food bank, we'd appreciate it."
Joe gives him a nod and stuffs several twenties in the jar before leveling a 'game face' look at you. "Which color would you like to lose with?" he teases, "white or orange?"
"I'll take white," you answer, knowing he'll def want the orange.
"You go first," he urges, raising one eyebrow when you place a white pumpkin in the upper right corner; after a few more moves, the game ends in a draw. "Okay, my turn to go first," he mutters, plopping his orange pumpkin in the center square. After a few more moves, the game ends in another draw and Joe gives you an evil grin. "You'll slip up in a minute," he states. "It's only a matter of time.
Y'all play several more games with each ending in a draw.
"Looks like we're pretty evenly matched," you eventually muse, giggling when he makes a stank face. "One more game," you continue, knowing you have to end this or y'all will still be playing when the storm rolls in; you set a white pumpkin down top center, smiling at Joe when he tilts his head and gives you a look before setting his own pumpkin down. He wins the game fairly quickly after.
"Congrats," you smile, picking up your purse and shopping bag while Joe cuts a look at the vendor who's been mostly ignoring y'all while reading his paper.
"She let me win, didn't she?" Joe asks.
"She sure did," the vendor grins. "Good woman you got there."
"The best," Joe agrees, swatting your butt playfully as y'all head toward the next booth.
You stop in front of the booth, intrigued by several colorful fondue pots holding glossy tan liquid. Joe stops beside you and reads the card in front of each fondue pot. "Salted caramel, cinnamon caramel, chocolate caramel, peanut butter caramel, dairy-free caramel." He gives you a beaming smile when he reads the last card. "Dairy-free," he purrs, turning the full wattage of his smile on the vendor as he steps closer to the booth.
"Would you like to sample the dairy-free?" she asks, somehow managing to tear her eyes away from Joe for a second to include you in her offer.
"Yes," he states, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips in anticipation. The vendor, who looks to be in her late teens, seems mesmerized by him for a few seconds before clearing her throat and forging ahead.
"I have homemade marshmallows and apple slices you can dip in the caramel. Do any of those sound good?"
"Yes and yes," Joe enthuses, snatching an apple slice off of the plate she holds toward him before dunking it in the caramel and offering it to you; you hold eye contact with him as you bite into the juicy delicacy, chewing slowly as he watches you closely. "Is it good?" he asks, popping the rest of the apple slice in his mouth before grabbing a marshmallow.
"It's delicious," you answer, a little surprised at how good it actually is.
He dips the marshmallow in the caramel -- careful not to touch his fingers in the glossy goo -- and tosses it in his mouth, his eyes going wide as he chews. "Really good," he mumbles, grabbing another marshmallow and ripping it in half before dunking half and offering it to you.
"We have these little forks you can use," the vendor offers, waving her hand at several long, narrow forks before gracing Joe with a smile.
"I'd rather feed her with my fingers," Joe states. "I promise not to touch the caramel or double dip."
You chew the caramel-coated marshmallow and throw a grin at the vendor who tears her gaze away from Joe to return your smile. "This is the best dairy-free caramel I've ever tasted," you state. "Do you sell the marshmallows, too?"
"Yes," she mutters, stepping back as an older woman walks up with a big smile on her face. "You like the dairy-free caramel, huh?" she asks, looking back and forth between you and Joe.
"Love it," you answer.
"I have four jars left …"
"We'll take all four," you and Joe say in unison, laughing at the synchronicity.
"Can we get a couple bags of marshmallows, too?" Joe asks, grinning when she gives him a nod and reaches down to grab a couple bags of the fat, fluffy confections.
"Anything else?" she asks, bagging up your purchases as you eye a few boxes on a side table. "You sell the fondue pots, too?" you inquire, grinning at Joe as he walks over and looks at the dozen or so boxes.
"Sure do," she answers, "only have a few left though. What color do you want?"
"Teal," you and Joe answer together, pointing at one of her sample pots and, once again, laughing at the synchronicity.
"You kids seem to be on the same wavelength," she chuckles, grabbing a box and adding it to your bag.
"It's kind of our thing," Joe brags, paying for the purchases while you wait.
You turn your head and spot the younger girl who'd helped you earlier snapping a pic of Joe, her eyes going wide when she realizes she's been caught. You walk toward her, smiling when she mumbles an apology. "You recognize him?" you ask.
"Yeah," she whispers. "He's Joe Burrow and you're his fiancée."
"Want a pic with him?"
"Really?" she asks, her face lighting up.
"Sure," you answer, waving Joe over. You take her phone and instruct Joe to pose, laughing internally at his obvious hover hand as you snap the pic.
"Thanks!" she enthuses as you hand her phone back to her.
"You're welcome," you grin, taking Joe's hand as y'all walk to the next booth.
"Can we do the fondue thing tonight?" Joe asks, plowing ahead before you answer. "We have marshmallows to dip, and maybe we can get a few more pumpkin spice doughnuts and some apples."
"Sounds like a sugar rush, but I'm down," you say, "but we still need to stop at the grocery store and get some actual food to cook for dinner. I don't want to force a delivery driver to venture out in a thunderstorm later."
"Okay," he agrees, his beaming smile coaxing an answering smile to your lips.
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A few hours later y'all arrive back at the lakehouse, making several trips to bring in your haul.
You pop a jug of apple cider in the fridge -- along with some salmon and a chopped salad y'all got at the grocery store for dinner-- before heading back out to help Joe bring in more stuff.
"I've got this, babe," he says, lugging several bags in while giving you a wink. "Why don't you heat up some cider with a little spiced rum, and we can sit on the deck and enjoy the sunset?"
"Do we have time before the storm gets here?"
"Yeah," he says, dropping the bags before heading back out. "I checked the radar, and we have about an hour before the storm gets here."
You do his bidding, heating up some cider and rum in oversized mugs, taking a swig and making a face as he strolls back in and plops the pumpkins on the kitchen island.
"Wow, that's potent," you giggle, taking another gulp as you push his mug toward him.
"It's delicious," he moans, taking his cap off and tossing it on the island before grabbing your new plush throw -- autumn-hued with a hint of teal -- and nodding toward the back deck. "Let's go enjoy the sunset."
Joe lights the fire pit before joining you on the loveseat, wrapping the blanket around you both as you hold the mugs of boozy cider; you hand him his mug and snuggle up against him, throwing your legs over one of his thick thighs and resting your head on his shoulder.
"I'm so glad the adjacent lots came with the house," you muse.
"Yeah," Joe agrees. "I was already in love with the house, but when I found out it was sitting directly in the center of three oversized lots, I was totally sold."
"Lots of privacy," you grin, snuggling tighter against his warm body as the wind picks up, blowing some of the jewel-colored leaves off the trees. "The temp is dropping pretty quick, and the clouds are rolling in," you say. "Rain's gonna be here sooner than expected."
"We probably have another twenty minutes or so to enjoy the sunset before it gets here."
"That's good," you murmur. "Thanks for taking me to fall fest," you continue, kissing his neck before taking another swig of your cider.
"You're welcome. I had fun, especially since very few folks recognized me."
"I think several people may have recognized you but just didn't say anything. It's hard to say if they were staring at you because you looked familiar or because you're sex on legs."
"You're getting laid tonight, Mrs. Burrow," he repeats your earlier words. "No need for flattery."
"It's the absolute truth and you know it," you state, heaving a happy sigh as he curls an arm around your waist under the soft blanket, his long fingers rubbing lazy circles on your hip through your leggings.
Y'all sip your drinks and admire the view for a few minutes before you speak up again.
"I've been thinking," you mutter, tilting your head to look at him. "What will we say if folks find out we got secretly married?"
"I'll take all of the blame, of course," he states, "since it was my idea."
"But what will we tell folks if they ask why we did it?"
"The truth," he shrugs. "I wanted to do it to give me one less thing to stress over."
"And what if someone says 'You were already getting married in the off-season. You couldn't wait?'"
"I'll say no, I couldn't wait to make you mine." His gaze drops to your lips just before he presses his mouth to yours, licking along the seam of your lips to coax them open, deepening the kiss as he pulls you closer. You lean into the kiss for a few minutes before pulling back slightly. "I've been yours since the night we shared our first kiss," you whisper against his slick lips. He lifts his head to meet your eyes. "And now it's official," he grins. "You're stuck with me for life."
You continue grinning at each other like lovesick fools until he flinches and reaches a hand up to the top of his head. "Please don't let that be bird shit," he grumbles, sighing in relief when a light patter of rain starts falling. "It's just rain," he chuckles, taking your mug of cider and setting it down beside his on the coffee table. "Hurry inside before our kickass blanket gets wet," he orders. "I'll put the cover on the fire pit."
You rush inside and watch through a window as he grabs the fire pit cover and secures it in place before grabbing both mugs and heading your way; you hold the door open for him as he hurries inside just before the rain intensifies.
"Well, we got to see most of the sunset," he smiles, handing you a mug before running his fingers through his slightly-damp hair. 'Wanna carve the pumpkins now?"
"Sure," you answer. "Where are we gonna do it?"
"Let me get a fire going, and we can move the table in front of the fireplace."
"Sounds good." You drape the blanket over the back of the sofa before heading toward the kitchen. "Let's light a few of our new candles, too." You pull four of the eight candles out of your shopping bag and set them on either side of the large stone hearth, waiting for Joe to get the fire going before taking the stick lighter from him to light the candles. "Super cozy," you sigh, setting the lighter down before helping Joe move a card table and two chairs in front of the fireplace. He'd purchased the table and chairs to use until you could pick out an actual dining table.
"I'll get the pumpkins," he says.
"I'll get everything else." You grab a beach towel, two knives, two large spoons, two pens, and an oversized mixing bowl for the guts.
Joe waits for you to place the towel on top of the table before setting the pumpkins down; he grabs your mugs of cider and sets them down while you place a knife, a spoon, and a pen beside each pumpkin, positioning the large bowl in the center of the table.
"I don't need a pen," Joe states, stripping his flannel shirt off and tossing it on the sofa before dropping into his chair directly across from you.
You take your denim shirt off and hang it on the back of your chair before sitting down. "You don't wanna draw the face before you start carving?"
"I'm just gonna wing it," he grins, taking a hearty swig of cider before tipping his pumpkin onto its side, picking up a knife and plunging it into the bottom, quickly making a circular cut and removing the chunk. "Want me to handle your bottom for you?" he asks, grinning at your loaded expression. "The bottom of your pumpkin, horndog," he chuckles, pulling your pumpkin toward him when you give him a wink and a nod.
Once he opens your pumpkin up and pushes it back in front of you, y'all both grab big metal spoons and start scooping, eventually filling the bowl almost to the brim with gourd goop.
"I'm gonna wash my hands before I start carving the face," Joe mutters once his pumpkin is hollowed out. "Me too." You follow him to the kitchen sink, each giving your hands a quick wash before heading back to the table.
"Time to get down to business," he states, grabbing his knife and tilting his head left and right before starting to cut, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates.
You take a few minutes to draw your jack-o-lantern face before cutting. "I'm gonna give mine a happy face," you state.
"I'm gonna give mine a mean game face," Joe snarls, flashing you a smile when you giggle at him.
Y'all work for the next several minutes without speaking, the sound of the pouring rain and crackling fire the only noises.
You finish the eyes and nose and are just about to start on the mouth when you give Joe a quick glance, your pulse reacting when you find him staring at you. "Are you finished?" you murmur.
"Not yet. Just enjoying the view."
You bite your lip and stare back at him for several heartbeats, a thought flashing in your mind that you'll never get enough of the way he looks at you … or the way he makes you feel.
Eventually a loud clap of thunder makes you gasp and jump, breaking the spell for a second.
"The storm's right on top of us," he murmurs.
"I can feel the electricity in the air," you whisper, taking a few gulps of cider, a sizzle of heat rushing through you at the look on his face.
"I think the electricity is coming from us," he purrs, standing up and holding a hand out to you.
"I need to get a quick shower," you say, placing your hand in his as you stand up.
"No, you don't," he argues, pulling you close, his hands immediately dropping to your butt as he buries his face in your neck, his soft scruff causing a shiver of desire as he kisses his way up to the sensitive spot behind your ear.
"I was gonna wear the naughty lingerie tonight … after I have a shower," you protest weakly, gripping his shoulders as you lean into him, lightheaded from the mixture of spiced rum and arousal.
"Later," he murmurs, dropping to his knees to remove your boots and socks before standing back up.
"But …"
"Are you wet for me?" he interrupts, cupping one big hand over your crotch and teasing you through your leggings.
"Maybe," you whisper, your breath catching in your throat when he slides a hand inside your leggings, his agile fingers quickly slipping into your panties, a sound of satisfaction rumbling low in his throat at how wet you are for him.
"I need you naked. Now," he states, picking you up and setting you on the leather sofa before peeling your t-shirt and leggings off. You take your bra off as he slides your panties down your legs, the look on his face setting off a steady throb deep inside you.
He strips his own t-shirt off and drops to his knees before spreading your thighs; he pulls your ass to the edge of the sofa cushion, his hot tongue immediately teasing your slick folds with long, slow licks. "You taste so good," he groans, his deep voice, thick with lust, caressing you like a physical touch.
You bury a hand in his hair and watch closely as he devours you, his tongue inside you and his scruff tickling your most sensitive flesh causing a delicious tension to build in your core. "Please," you beg, biting your lip hard enough to sting as he captures your gaze while gently circling your clit with his tongue; he continues to tease you with his mouth while sliding his hands up your body to play with your nipples, groaning when you pull his hair and grind against him.
"Harder!" you urge, gasping when he latches onto your clit and gives it a thorough suck. "Just like that," you breathe, "don't stop!" You keep your gaze locked on his as the tension inside you reaches the breaking point, giving his hair another tug as your intense climax hits, your cries of pleasure mingling with the rolling thunder as he continues to pleasure you through the orgasm.
You're still trying to catch your breath when he shoves his jeans and undies down to mid-thigh and nestles his erection against your entrance. "You ready?" he asks, dipping just inside while waiting for the go ahead. "Yeah," you pant, whimpering when he buries his cock inside your still spasming core, the thick intrusion causing you to clamp down hard. "Jesus, you feel too good," he groans, his hips immediately rolling forward in smooth, steady strokes as you wrap your trembling legs around him.
He leans down and captures your lips, gracing you with a primal growl when you suck his tongue into your mouth. "You taste amazing, don't you?" he asks, riding you even harder when you give him a breathless, "yes, sir," before continuing to savor the taste of your arousal on his tongue.
He cups a hand behind your right knee and lifts your leg over his shoulder, the new angle tilting your hips in a way that has him hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You moan his name as he completely fills you up -- over and over -- the exquisite stretch of his thick cock inside you straddling the fine line between pleasure and pain.
"Can you come for me again?" he rasps, dropping a hand down to tease your super sensitive clit while pounding into you. "Y … yes," you whine, feeling another climax building as his soft grunts accompany his hard thrusts, his icy-hot gaze locked on yours as he expertly pushes you toward meltdown.
You dig your fingers into his muscular arms and make a sound that's part whimper/part scream as your orgasm rips through you, your gaze still holding his as he manages a few more thrusts before following you over the edge. His beautiful eyes lose focus before sliding closed in ecstasy, his head tilting back as he empties himself into you as your clenching walls milk him dry.
He eventually falls forward and buries his face in your neck; for the next few minutes, the only sounds you hear are the snap and crackle of the fire, the distant thunder, and you and Joe panting hard to catch your breath.
After a little while longer, you flutter your eyes open, your gaze coming to rest on your partially-carved pumpkin staring at you. "My jack-o-lantern is hardcore judging us right now," you giggle.
Joe drops a kiss against your neck before throwing a look over his shoulder. "Yep," he agrees. "She looks totally scandalized." He gives you a wink before slowly pulling out of you, both of you hissing at the delicious friction.
"You wanna finish carving the pumpkins now or you wanna rest?" you ask, stretching out on the oversized sofa as he stands up and strips off the rest of his clothes.
"Let's rest for a bit," he answers, heading to the kitchen to get a damp cloth to clean you up before stretching his tall frame out beside you; he tugs the plush blanket down on top of y'all, pulling you close and making sure you're fully covered before dropping a kiss on your forehead.
A few minutes pass before he speaks up again. "Would it be cheesy to say there's no place I'd rather be than right here with you?"
You snuggle closer to him, a smile gracing your lips as you answer. "Would it be cheesy to admit I was thinking the exact same thing?"
"We're on the same wavelength, as usual," he chuckles.
"It's kind of our thing," you repeat his words from earlier, his familiar scent and the sound of his strong heartbeat lulling you to sleep as your eyes flutter closed.
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Title: School Bully
Warning(s): NSFW!, Aged up!, femdom, pussy eating, pussy drunk Izuku
Pairing: Izuku x fem reader
Pronouns: she/her AFAB
Synopsis: You bully the class nerd.
Word count: 2K !!
Note: Everyone is aged up! Unedited + not proof read
On aO3 as Cyfics btw
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2nd POV
You were walking the schools halls idly without a care in the world, your skirt was riding up your thighs but you didn’t bother pulling them back down.
“Hey Y/n, was wondering when you’d stop slacking off.” Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully at you “Slacking? Me?” You acted offended by his words “Me and the gang were gonna pick on Deku after this last class, you in?” Katsuki asked.
“On Deku? That short loser you and I harass on a daily basis? Well of course! I wouldn’t be myself if I said no.” You laughed to yourself, Katsuki joining you in your little laugh fest as he escorted you down the hall.
The two of you exited the building to the sports area outside, next to a small building where you each got changed into your sports uniform, a huge oval of grass standing behind you two. The rest of your class followed behind not long after you two got there, some of the scrawny extras were already out of breath. ‘Pathetic.’ You thought to yourself.
‘How in the fuck are they gonna survive sport if they can’t even walk from the lunch to the sports field?’ You truly felt bad for them.
“Alrighty class! Now that you’re all here, I’d appreciate it if you all did a few laps around the oval.” The gym teacher instructed before blowing his whistle. “Don’t tell me what to do! I’ll do what I want!” Katsuki growled at the teacher.
“Yeah! We should all skip out, hey?” Katsuki’s goons were delighted at the thought of doing no work. You rolled your eyes at all of them and got a move on, you didn’t care about skipping out. You were happy to the the laps.
You were running at your own pace, which was noticeably faster and quicker than the other students trying to catch up to you. You smirked to yourself as you noticed this, suddenly looking back and gawking at what you saw!
Deku the loser was right behind you! You furrowed your brows and hurriedly moved along, you were now making a show as to not lose to that scrawny runt. Your legs moved faster than your brain did, rushing around the oval to avoid Deku catching up.
“You’re doing good for a girl!” One of Katsuki’s goons called out to you, making no effort in haltering you. “Don’t let that shitty nerd surpass you!” Katsuki was obviously as pissed as you were, and neither of you wanted Deku to beat you.
“Slow down! You’re gonna run out of breath, this isn’t a race god damn it!” The teacher shouted at you. You felt a tinge of embarrassment wash over you, that was true, you didn’t have to challenge Deku where there was no race..
You slowed down and came to a stop, putting your hands on you hips before approaching Katsuki. “Weak, why’d you stop?” Katsuki commented “I did better than you, look at you! You didn’t even try!” You defended yourself “whatever. Here’s a bottle or whatever.” Katsuki offered you a drink bottle.
You took the drink and sipped some water from it, watching as Deku stopped running and came walking over to the lot of you. Deku was covered with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead from the amount of sweat he was drenched in. You grimaced as you also noticed his shirt clinging to his now damp body.
“Hey Kacchan! Did you see me out there?” Deku asked cheerfully “Tch. I didn’t see shit. Get lost loser!” Katsuki waved him away, Deku didn’t move from this spot though and continued to talk everyone’s ear off.
Deku moved his arm suddenly which accidentally bumped into you and caused you to drench yourself in water, you gasped before quickly growing angry and growling at him. “Shitty loser! Look what you’ve done- you’ll pay for this!” You moved to attack him but was stopped by the teacher.
“Do I need to write you up again, Ms L/n?” The teacher asked you, he could really get on your nerves sometimes. It made you wanna just jump onto him and punch his brain out of his head, but you couldn’t, you had at least some sort of school record you wanted to uphold.
“I’m so sorry, Y/n!” Deku apologised profusely “I don’t care how fucking sorry you are! Fix this right now!” You shouted at the poor boy, Deku huddled up to himself and thought for a moment “C-Come with me! I have a spare shirt you can wear.” Izuku offered you.
You didn’t wanna agree to it but you also didn’t wanna be standing around with wet clothes, so you half assedly agreed and walked off with him. You two ignored the sounds of Katsuki’s goons making fun of you, saying you two were gonna kiss in there.
You entered the changing rooms with Deku, looking around curiously and seeing little to no changes than the girls locker rooms. The only change was that the whole room smelt like boy musk, and it was occasionally littered with clothes sprawled about the floors.
You stood beside Deku as he explored his locker for a spare shirt for you, your eyes wandering to look at his arms. He was a scrawny weak little loser with thin arms, it looked like he had never worked out a day in his life, he had no muscles whatsoever.
“You’re so pathetic looking Deku, you’ve got no arm strength whatsoever.” You commented “h-hah??” Deku was taken off guard, defensively covering his face with his arms. “I’m not hitting you idiot, I’m just saying the truth. You’re a sad little loser and you look like one too, maybe try putting some muscle on those bones.” You insulted him.
Your mouth was bitter with the words slipping off your tongue “H-Hey! I’m trying my best!” Deku frowned “Not doing well enough obviously. Maybe you should try not lying to yourself first!” You laughed to yourself at what you had said.
“Maybe you should- keep nasty things like that to yourself!” Deku’s voice grew shakey and you could tell that his eyes were starting to water too, you would’ve felt bad if you didn’t understand the meaning of your position. You had to be the big bad guy so that little dumb weaklings like Deku could be taught a lesson.
“Maybe you should work out, ever think about that?” You giggled “I-I do!” Deku exclaimed “Not well enough. Have you been eating properly to be able to bulk up?” You asked “e-eating properly..? Like what? I’ve just been eating the stuff my mom makes for me!” Deku explained.
“Are you fucking serious? You get your mom to cook for you? Why don’t you do it yourself, that’s pathetic.” You scoffed at him “I-I’m just always so busy so-“ you cut him off “stop trying to defend yourself. You know that you’re a loser.” You smiled coyly.
“Anywho! If you’re trying to stop being such a small fry maybe you should start eating more protein.” You commented “protein?” Deku was confused. Were you really helping him out? “Hey, I’ve got something with lots of protein you can eat.” You offered him.
“Really? What?” Deku tilted his head in confusion “If you want it you’re gonna have to kneel on the floor.” You smirked at the boy, knowing he’d do just about anything anyone asked him to anyways.
“Why do I have to do that?! That’s so embarrassing- what If someone caught me like that?” Deku whined “They wouldn’t. Theres a whole forty or whatever minutes left and no one’s stupid enough to skip in here.” You explained.
“Except for us..?” Deku pointed out. You sighed “except for us.”
Deku confusedly lowered the the locker room floors, looking up at you and waiting “why do I have to be down here for it?” Deku pouted. “Make it easier for you.” You stood closer to him, basically hovering directly over his face.
You watched Deku’s expression go from pure confusion to pure embarrassment as you lifted your skirt up your legs, Deku’s face grew red and he attempted to back away- back hitting the cold locker doors.
“W-What’re you doing??” Deku was all red and flustered “if you don’t want it just say so. I’m not forcing you to do anything. But if you want protein, pussy juice has a lot.” You explained to him “I- Ah-“ Deku was stammering all over the place.
Deku slowly started to nod his head, shutting his mouth to stop the many times he was stammering. “Good, now get over here and get to work you fucking loser.” You pulled your skirt up again and revealed your lace panties to the nerdy boy.
Deku moved in closer to you, shyly and gently kissing your thighs as you stood above him. “W-What’re you doing idiot?” You asked him with a slight confusion in your voice “I’ve never done this before..” he admitted.
“What’s hard to get? Mouth on pussy. Get to work.” You crossed your arms and watched the flustered boy struggle. He brought one of his thin arms up, his fingers moving your lace underwear to the side. The sight of your pretty pussy almost sending Deku into cardiac arrest.
Deku leaned in, feeling the heat coming from your core. Deku shyly kissed your clit, his tongue slipping past his lips to flick at it. Your left hand immediately flew down to tug on his hair, the other hand being used to bite down on to muffle any noises coming out of you.
Deku took this as a sign he wasn’t doing the worst, growing slightly more confident when he licked at your clit again, swirling his tongue around it. This action continued before his tongue slowly licked lower, Deku growing curious at what his tongue has found.
Deku used his hands to spread your pussy open a little, his tongue slipping into your tight hole. You couldn’t help letting out a soft groan, your hips rocking up against his face. Deku’s tongue slid in and out of you, one of his hands grasping onto your thigh while the other one was brought up to play with your clit.
The added pleasure made it hard for you not to make any sound and Deku knew this, he surely did, that fucking loser bastard was doing this to you on purpose.
Deku’s bright green eyes flickered up to look at you from the position he was in, innocent eyes staring into yours as he was licking at your hot wet cunt. You let out a muffled moan, your hand grasping harshly onto his hair as your hips bucked up against his mouth.
You came undone, legs shaking as your cum leaked out of your pussy into Deku’s mouth. Deku groaned to himself as he had the taste of your cum on his lips, his freckled face pulling away to finally get some air. “You.. taste.. so good..” Deku was breathless “Gross. Don’t say that.” You spat at him.
Deku stayed seated on the floor, you looked down at his pitiful state and then realised he had a huge tent in his trousers. It looked like his dick must be pretty huge, a slightly blush rushing to your cheeks.
“What are you waiting for? Get off the floor loser!” You berated him, Deku sighed before hopping up. His facial expression looked very different to the one you’re used to, he looked almost drunk. Like he was pussy drunk or something.
“I’m not done- let this pathetic loser fuck you please..” Deku whined “Gross. You’re probably a virgin, besides you’re just Deku- I’d never let someone like you fuck me.” You took his shirt and left the change rooms, slipping his shirt over your head as you left him alone in there.
Deku cursed under his breath to himself, he had never ever considered liking you and would even go as far as to say that he had hated you a little even - but with what happened.. He had fell head over heels with you, or at least your pussy.
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orphanedsource · 9 months
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Elden Ring Tabletop RPG Fan Translation
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But only for Varré :)! It adds so much to the dynamic between the tarnished and varré 😳 I can't believe this is official.
jpn to eng translation is thanks to my friend, I edited for wording/ clarity
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Leaning against the church wall, Varré seemed to be humming some tune. The PC could see that he was in a very good mood.
"Ahh, my lambkin. You've completed your final trial. Uhuhu… The oath cloth has been dyed a beautiful red!"
Taking the crimson cloth from the PC and laying his eyes upon it, the white mask radiated joy, as if he was a young girl in love.
Keep reading for the entire quest line:
Elden Ring Official TRPG - Varré
[B009 - Rose Church]
There was an island nestled in the lake, and atop it stood a church adorned with blooming roses. In this desolate place, the vivid red of the roses left a lasting impression.
<EVENT: Varré ①>
There was a church known as the Rose Church. As the name suggests, the vicinity of the church was adorned with deep red roses, as if they had absorbed the very essence of blood.
"Oh, Tarnished, are we? Come to the Lands Between for the Elden Ring? Of course you have. No shame in it. However, there is one shining ray of hope even for the maidenless like you. Me. Varré."
The man wore a white mask and stood near the church wall, before approaching the PC. Varré spoke.
"And it seems you trotted to the Roundtable Hold... My sincerest congratulations. But, how did you find the Roundtable? Oh, you don't have to say it. Before, the Roundtable was chock full of venerated warriors, but now, it's home to puff-chests and has-beens. I fear you've been terribly disappointed. I don't blame you. But still, the Roundtable has its perks. Why not earn a seat? Fly straight and true, so to speak."
He spoke in a provocative manner.
However, despite his degradation of the Round Table members, there was an air of confidence in his words.
"No, that was a foolish question. You have already defeated the Grafted King and claimed a Great Rune. And also, you had your audience with the Two Fingers at the Roundtable Hold. They are the purported masters of the grace that guides your kind, the Tarnished. That's why you should pay them a visit and see for yourself."
Since he was wearing a mask, it was impossible to know his facial expression while he spoke, yet he was remarkably talkative.
"So, I'd like to ask you. You saw the Two Fingers. What was your impression? Were they magnificent? Or did you feel something is not right?"
Varré went around and around, but it seems that this is what he really wanted to ask.
What response will the PC give? Depending on their answer, it may determine the path the PC will take from here on. They should carefully consider their response. Will they affirm the Two Fingers or deny them?
(→ "They were magnificent.")
If the PC answers like this, Varré, with an obviously displeased voice, says, "I see. Well, what a relief that must be. You may go, then. My work here is done. May the wisdom of the two fingers guide you." And went away, disappointed. ((Event Ends))
(→ "They didn't seem right")
"Ah-ha, your intuition serves you well."
Upon hearing those words from the PC, Varré came closer with a delighted expression.
"Actually, I feel the same way. The words of the Two Fingers cannot be trusted. Truly, naught but rambling, senile delusions."
The man with the white mask passionately speaks, criticizing the Two Fingers.
"I believe that, when the Elden Ring was shattered, the Two Fingers were corrupted, their guidance; skewed. Even worse, the Fingers harbor no love for our kind. That's the part that irks the most."
Varré expresses his thoughts with somewhat dramatic gestures. After speaking for a while, Varré spins and turns towards the PC, handing them something.
"Oh, I have a gift for you, something fit for only the wise."
It was a creepy, blood-stained finger. As the PC tries to shake it off, Varré gently encloses the PC's palm with both hands.
[Obtained : Festering Bloody Finger]
"This is a means for circumventing the draw of the Two Fingers. Give it a try, won't you? Oh, and I suggest starting by venturing into the Forest Path (A011), where the guidance begins. That is a place where other Tarnished like you will appear. And if it pleases you, may we meet again. I've high hopes for you. My lambkin."
With those final words, Varré sees the PC off.
[A011 - Forest Path(The first sight of grace), Limgrave]
<EVENT: Varré ②>
Even though it was just a short while ago that PC arrived at the Lands Between, it felt more like they had been here for ages.
Varré said they should come here, but …
As the PC looks around, they sense an ominous aura coming from their inventory. They hastily take out that finger. As expected, the "Festering Bloody Finger", given to them by Varré, starts oozing red.
Upon closer inspection, the finger is darkly congested, bearing marks as if it had been cut off. While not entirely certain, the PC starts to feel that if they keep holding onto this finger, they will somehow invade the world of its owner.
What will the PC do?
If they immediately throw away the finger, perhaps everything will be fine. But, if PC has an impulse to KILL someone, the red glow actually feels somewhat pleasant.
Depending on their choice, it may determine the path the PC will take from now on. They should carefully consider their actions.
(→Throw away the fingers)
The PC hurriedly throws away the Festering Bloody Finger. As a result, the impulse gradually subsides into calm. They can no longer bear touching the festering finger[a], and decide to leave the scene. ((Event Ends))
(→Follow the urge)
The crimson impulse grows stronger and starts spreading from the finger and into the PC's palm, permeating the entire body. They then fall into a momentary blackout. When they regain consciousness, they find themselves in a recognizable place, identical to before the event.
They realize that a thirst for violence is coursing through their entire body. In the embodiment of that urge, the PC takes on the form of a red spiritual entity. Their sole purpose is to kill the owner of this finger and rob them of their grace.
There is a person stepping back, watching the PC reveling in the surging desire to kill. It is likely the Tarnished who arrived in this land not long ago—like how the PC was before.
Now, let's take out that weapon and slate your thirst for violence in that newcomer. Take everything he’s got.
〔Simple Battle: The Stout Tarnished〕
After successfully defeating the newcomer Tarnished, continue reading.
Upon killing the newcomer Tarnished, the PC found themselves back in their original world, nearly unaware of their own return.
"Oh, lambkin, so pleased to see you're enjoying the gift. Ah, I knew from the very start. You have a taste for noble blood."
White Mask Varré was there, approaching while clapping his hands, visibly happy.
"I wish to anoint you a proper inductee. A knight to serve Luminary Mohg, the Lord of Blood, and establish a new dynasty. Luminary Mohg has strength, vision, and of course, love. So, what do you say, my lambkin?"
The blood-soaked PC, who had already killed the newcomer, would not reject such a suggestion. They pledge to become a knight, to Varré.
"Huhuhuhu, yes, indeed. Now, take this."
Varré said, handing the PC a length of beautiful, pure white cloth.
[Obtained : Lord of Blood's Favor]
"This is your final trial. Soak the cloth with a maiden's blood. Normally, this ritual would involve killing one's own maiden, and recanting the wisdom of the Two Fingers. ...But since you are maidenless, the blood of anyone's maiden will do."
The PC recalls the memory of the finger maidens. Was there someone like that close by?
They have to search for her. It is the trial to become the knight of the Lord of Blood.
"By the way... I remember that there was a woman with the potential to be a maiden, on a hill facing the lake(B012). If you don't know any other maidens, she would suffice, don't you think?"
As Varré spoke, he went away. 'When you are ready, please come back to the Rose Church again.' And left those words.
[B012 - Lake-Facing Cliffs]
<EVENT: Varré ③>
As Varré had suggested, the PC hurried to the cliff facing the lake. There, they found a girl they had seen somewhere before.
"Hello? Is someone there? My name is Hyetta, and I'm journeying in search of the distant light. If I might be so bold as to ask... would you donate any Shabriri grapes in your possession to me? My eyesight has been weak since birth, you see. But when I eat one of those grapes, I can feel a distant light in the back of my eyes. It will lead me, to my true duty, as a Finger Maiden."
(Offers grapes, tells her it's a human eye, blah blah)
"Haa... haa... Sorry, I'm alright now. I apologize. You told me for my own sake. I'll be fine. Think no more of it."
Saying that, Hyetta stood up, appearing lost in thought. Then, as if she realized something, she looked startled and spoke to the PC.
"Ah, are you there? I have gleaned something very important indeed, thanks to you. The reason why it was eyes I had to eat. The distant light is far and frail. So faint it can't be seen by the naked eye. But with everyone's eyes together, it appears. Finally, it all makes sense. I am certain now, I will become a finger maiden."
Her face, after saying those words, seemed very happy. Indeed, this blind girl is proclaiming herself to be the "finger maiden".
If that's the case, as Varré said, it seems appropriate to offer her as a blood sacrifice and dye the oath cloth with her blood.
Then let's kill her. Let's kill her, while she is smiling innocently. The PC's heart flutters, and their breath becomes heavy with anticipation for what is about to happen.
"What's the matter?"
Perhaps sensing the PC's untoward gaze, Hyetta smiled with a gentle expression. The state of her smile, unaware of her upcoming death. The PC felt a delightful sense of guilt coursing through their entire body. It was an incredibly pleasant feeling.
"Hello?"
These were the last words of Hyetta, the girl who ate Shabriri grapes in want of becoming a finger maiden.
The PC raised their weapon and struck her head. Again. And again. The splattering of blood and the metallic stench tickled the depths of their nostrils.
It was such a sweet fragrance.
She became motionless, a lifeless thing, the bloodied corpse that was once her. And into the overflowing crimson liquid, the PC soaked the oath cloth. In an instant, the cloth turned its color to a vivid red.
Now, the preparations to become a knight are complete. Let's hurry to the Rose Church where Varré awaits.
[B009 - Rose Church]
<EVENT: Varré ④>
Leaning against the church wall, Varré seemed to be humming some tune. The PC could see that he was in a very good mood.
"Ahh, my lambkin. You've completed your final trial. Uhuhu… The oath cloth has been dyed a beautiful red!"
Taking the crimson cloth from the PC and laying his eyes upon it, the white mask radiated joy, as if he was a young girl in love. (*cute girl, virgin girl)
"And with this, you are a formal inductee. A knight who will assist Luminary Mohg, the Lord of Blood, in the establishment of a new dynasty. Now, give me your finger. This noble blood will be an immutable badge of honor, once it settles. Inside of you!"
As instructed, the PC gave their hand. They remove the armor that covered their hand, exposing it completely.
"Uhuhu… it's a beautiful hand. Here we go."
Saying that,Varré takes the PC's hand and sinks a needle-like tool into their finger.
Intense pain strikes the PC. They try to shake it off, but Varré wouldn't release.
"Oh, good heavens. Clench your teeth, or something. Uhuhuhu… Now now, it's over already. You have the sweetest scream, my lambkin."
When they are finally released, the finger is stained red with blood.
"Never forget that feeling of agony. For it is what binds you to Luminary Mohg, to all of us. Uhuhuhu"
Varré was so happy for having completed the ritual, it was quite baffling.
"Oh, another thing. You should have this."
Varré says, moving with a feather’s grace while handing a medal to the PC.
[Obtained : Pureblood Knight's Medal]
"This is a medal granted by the new Mohgwyn dynasty. With the power to grant an audience with Luminary Mohg. I've gone out of my way to provide one to you. But you mustn't use it just yet. The meeting must wait until the Mohgwyn dynasty commences."
And taking the medal from PC, Varré happily attaches it to PC's cloak. The act made as if he was a newly married wife. (*new bride, newly married woman)
"For now, Luminary Mohg yet slumbers beside the Divinity. We must endure a little longer. Ahh, it is trying, but we must be patient. One day, you will be elevated, deservedly, basking in love. Right, my lambkin? Uhuhuhu."
As Varré says this, he leaned his head on the PC's shoulder.
[After Lyndell, this event can happen at any time.]
<EVENT: Varré ⑤>
The PC recalls the words gleefully whispered by white mask Varré.
"This is a medal granted by the new Mohgwyn dynasty. With the power to grant an audience with Luminary Mohg. I've gone out of my way to provide one to you. But you mustn't use it just yet. The meeting must wait until the Mohgwyn dynasty commences."
If they take Varré's words literally, it would mean that the PC has already become a knight serving the so-called Mohgwyn dynasty. And by using this medal, they would be guided into that dynasty.
When the PC raises the medal, they are instantly transported to an unfamiliar underground world. The place reeked of blood. Indeed, it seems they have been guided.
They could continue forward from here, but there is too little information about this Mohgwyn dynasty. So, they decide to return to the Round Table and seek answers from Gideon. He had promised to provide information and offer treasure in return, so it would be killing two birds with one stone.
Returning to the Round Table, they visit Gideon's room.
"Oh, Mohgwyn dynasty, is it? Hmm, so that's where the so-called Lord of Blood was hiding himself, eh. A fitting little squat for that deluded maniac to bleat about the revival of his precious dynasty, while he turns our fellow Tarnished into Bloody Fingers. Let him stay there. That way, his delusions will remain as they are - distant and unattainable. But perhaps it's worth looking into... If what I've heard is right, then maybe..."
Sir Gideon appears quite excited by the newly acquired knowledge.
"Ah, my apologies. Lost myself, for a moment there. The information you've shared is of great value. As promised, your reward:"
[Obtained : Throwing Weapons Crafting Manual (S039), Perfume Bottle Crafting Manual (S040), Potion Crafting Manual (S038)]
"You are a true fellow. All I ask is that you remain constant."
Gideon said, and the PC left the Round Table.
They once again arrive at the underground rocky area that claims to be the Mohgwyn dynasty. Based on Gideon's and Varré's words, it appears that this dynasty is not yet complete and is currently in a preparation phase. And they dream of restoring the dynasty. Maybe that's why Varré is obsessed with blood.
Thinking about that, the PC begins to feel a twinge of anger. Had they become too carried away, because of Varré?
And regarding the word 'revival of the dynasty', that Lord-something of this dynasty could be connected to a Demigod.
If the PC's speculation is correct, the ruler of the Morgwyn dynasty might possess a Great Rune. As evidence, grace is here, as always, transforming into a radiant arc that guides them deeper underground.
The PC's mind is made up. They will proceed further, defeat the lord of the dynasty, and seize the Great Rune.
Until now, they have taken the lives of various Tarnisheds and maidens, but it was all in pursuit of obtaining the Great Rune and becoming the King of Elden. It was a necessary sacrifice, that's how the PC thinks of it.
[ED07 - Mohgwyn Dynasty]
<EVENT: Varré ⑥>
In the corridor of the Dynasty Mausoleum, a red sign is floating. As the PC approached, they realized it was from the white mask Varré. If they touched it, they would enter Varré's world and be able to kill him. The PC thinks about what it means.
Who wrote this sign? They don't know, but it is clear that touching it would transform them into a red spirit to kill Varré.
It might be a convenient situation. After all, the PC's goal was to defeat the Lord of the Mohgwyn Dynasty and claim the Great Rune. It'd be best if they can eliminate Varré, who is scurrying around, before that. Suppressing a burst of laughter, the PC touched the sign.
In a similar place, at a similar time, Varré was there. He seemed surprised to see the PC's red form for a moment but then shook his head.
"I've made a grave error. You seek violence, heedless of my warning, though you have been raised to a knight of the dynasty?"
Varré seems to understand PC's intentions and held something resembling a bouquet in his hand.
"I'll ensure you regret this, my lambkin. Enjoy your miserable death."
Hysterically shouting, Varré lunged forward.
〔Normal Battle: "White Mask Varré"〕
Upon successfully defeating him, obtain <Varré's Bouquet>, <White Mask>, <War Surgeon's Gown>, and <Random Chest E070>. Then, continue reading.
After killing Varré, the PC returned to their original world. There, on the floor where the sign had been, lies Varré, dying.
"Why must I be... disgraced by this lowborn..."
Varré's murmured words were filled with anger. As his consciousness faded, Varré reached out into the void and cried out.
"O... Luminary... Mohg... Please grant... the strength... you promised! Varré has given... everything... Please... my lord..."
However, no one responded to Varré.
"Please, answer me... Luminary... Mohg. ...Aah…Aahh... ...Bless the Mohgwyn Dynasty, with love! Urghhh..."
Spilling a large amount of blood, Varré turned into light and disappeared.
[notes]
a. Varré is referred to as a man per 男 in introduction, but no gender related pronouns or such are used to describe him following that passage.
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emilybeemartin · 9 months
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Ok ok ok ok listen. Because I have anxiety I feel it's my duty to say that this show won't be for everyone. I came to it over quarantine because my husband suggested we read Bernard Cornwell's series together, and I agreed because I liked Hornblower and knew this was the army equivalent and, let's face it, I wanted to see scruffy mid-thirties Sean Bean in uniform.
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THE PREMISE:
Richard Sharpe is a lowborn rank-and-file soldier in the 95th Rifles during the Napoleonic Wars who is raised to an officer after saving Sir Arthur Wellesley's life (this all happens differently in the books, but the basic event is the same). Throughout the series, he rises in the ranks thanks to his bravery and heroism/recklessness, but he's always caught between two worlds--trying to be a leader of common men while never being accepted by the rest of the highborn officers.
Let's start with the bad:
CONS:
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Look, this is a 90s drama glorifying the British army. So like, there are gonna be issues. Women are mostly romantic side pieces to be wooed and rescued, and there are plenty of subplots, verbiage, and stereotypes that didn't age well. Production values are low for the first few and so you've got battle scenes with like fifteen guys and a horse, which honestly I find endearing. But no episode is more cringey than Sharpe's Gold. Due to legal issues, the script had to be rewritten with none of the original material, and it turned into this bizarro semi-supernatural horror involving Aztec gold (in Spain, yes). It's completely different from all the other episodes, and even Sean Bean didn't like it (he called it a "mish mash," which is true). It's such a weird piece of work that we almost stopped watching the show, but we continued, and we were relieved to find that the rest of the series is markedly better. History Hack podcast does a great dive into why this episode was so whack.
PROS:
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I MEAN COME ON
Sean really understood this character--absolute chaos on the battlefield and shy and awkward pretty much everywhere else. He's amazing in battle scenes and he's EPIC at acting wounded. But the scenes I replay over and over are when he's socially out of his depth and gets flustered and sputtery and so Sheffield the captions can't handle it.
Supporting cast:
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You'll find a lot of your classic British TV favorites making appearances throughout this series, and the camaraderie among the riflemen is always fun. Obviously this is a dude fest, as stated above, but some of the women are also written and acted really, really well--- Assumpta Serna as Teresa is that winning combination of a love interest/action heroine who doesn't devolve into a damsel in distress, and even passes the Bechdel test on a few occasions. And Diana Perez as Ramona is so badass and enjoyable.
Locations: Aside from a few interior sets, these films are mostly shot outside on location, with practical effects and stunts. There's some gorgeous scenery of the Crimean peninsula standing in for Spain and Portugal, and it's just really fun watching these guys run around rocky escarpments and fields with flares and stage explosives going off around them.
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Music: I saw someone tag the opening theme as "electric guitar jumpscare" and they're not wrong. It's wonderfully anachronistic and totally 90s and you'll never get used to it. But far better are the soldiers' songs John Tams threads throughout, as well as his and Muldowney's thematic scores, and you will always, always finish an episode with him singing "Over the Hills and Far Away" stuck in your head.
Filming Lore: There was a LOT that happened during filming. Everything from Paul McGann having to drop out as the lead to misadventures in filming in Crimea just after the collapse of the Soviet Union. History Hack podcast has an awesome series of "filming of" episodes with input from cast, crew, and historians, and Jason Salkey (Rifleman Harris) has a book called "From Crimea With Love" that details the batshit filming adventures. I haven't read it but he references it every six minutes throughout the podcasts.
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So: you've been warned, you've been primed. Start with Sharpe's Rifles; it's on Youtube. Watch it and Eagle, maybe jump to Battle or Siege if you're not sure, and then make up your mind.
If this all sounds enjoyable to you, but you wish there were more tall ships, more Paul McGann, more heroic brooding, and even MORE true love cosplaying as masculine camaraderie, you're in luck! Because you should also watch Hornblower!
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And then draw fan art of it all! Please,,, I am so lon el y
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HELLO, HELLO! Okay, so this drabble prompt/idea is kinda sorta in the vein of Querido (I only think about Old Western Miguel now I cannot help it pls forgive me head empty only man and hörse), so pls skip if you're not inspired or in the mood for more in this genre!
Still, I offer you this: Sheriff Miguel.
He's someone all the women have their eyes on, and he'd have his eyes on them, too, if he were younger. But he has a baby girl to worry about, a runaway wife to forget, and a town to keep an eye on, especially when a woman from the big city pays the little down a visit.
He meets her when he loses Gabriella in the market's crowd, only to find her tugging on a fine dress belonging to a fine woman.
(P.S. reading your writing has inspired me to get back into writing my own reader insert stuff 💖 really love your work, keep it up!!)
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bumblebee | sheriff!miguel x dressmaker!reader
❛ pairing | sheriff-singleparent!miguel o'hara x dressmaker!reader
❛ type | extended drabble, not-explicit, wc: 2600ish
❛ summary | miguel loses his daughter-- and finds a part of himself he thought was long past dead.
❛ tags | self-edited, querido au, f!reader, sheriff!miguel, dressmaker!reader, implied parental abandonment, some mention of thievery, widowed!reader, mostly fluff, some mention of death, spanish not translated.
❛ sy's notes | i intended this to be a drabble but... it's quite a bit longer. anon, i hope you end up writing to your heart's content.
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Miguel ain’t the kinda man women really need. He’s the kinda man they think they want. A big man with a big name, sure, but he’s saddled with what their fathers colloquially call baggage. A little three-year-old girl with ambitions of rolling on out of this little town by rolling on out of his fingertips. 
“Oye, Gwen,” he catches the arm of his deputy. She’s out on the town just as he was, making rounds about the grassy plain where the market was booming. With too few stalls, the marketgoers visit full wooden wagons chock-full of goods. This year, there were new boxes of small circular chocolates. Once every year, his quiet little town became a bustling fuck fest with foreigners running a muck of it all. As sheriff, he just had to deal with it. 
“What’s it, sheriff?” she asks. “Something wrong?” 
“You seen my littlin anywhere? Swore she was right here.”
This is his penance for fooling around with the hearts of pretty women: chasing him his own little girl and minding the crowd. His long, slicked-back hair was all kinds of out of place, whirling over his wrinkled forehead. He shoves a strand of grey hair back in place out of his dark eyes and scans his little town. She could’ve slipped into any creaky old building that wasn't locked up or hitched a ride on a wagon she didn’t belong on. Or, alternatively…
“Miguel! Rio saw her by the sweets.” Former Sherriff Morales tells him, standing by his son’s stall of sweet roasted corn. Ordinarily, he’d give it a begrudging visit. Miguel whirls around on his muddy leather boots, throwing him a nod of thanks with Gwen short on his tail. 
“Sounds promisin’,” she says. “Could be searchin’ for Lyla or Peter.” 
“Thank you for the help, Sheriff,” he grumbled, shoving his way past a sea of cream, brown, and black dresses. Gwen could spider her way through the groups of people with her comparatively slender frame. As a consequence of Miguel’s hulking frame, he’s markedly slower in his search.
“Ain’t here either,” Gwen hops back to his side. “You sure she wandered off?” 
"She had to."
The alternative was… well, he didn't want to think about it. Out of his periphery, he caught the glimmer of polished metal. He spots his daughter’s peachy dress, bundled up with a fat white bow complete with a bell. He put the thing on thinking that, ideally, his little girl would jingle up some hell of noise if she got lost. Some good that bell did. 
“You lost mi amor?” 
Lost. The word stands out to him first, all dressed up in a sugar cube of a voice. His Gabriella tugs on a stranger’s long gown, eyes pricked with tears streaming down her cheeks. Of all the people-- she couldn’t just pick on someone she knew? Head to Rio’s hostel, find Deputy Gwen stalking around, or even Hobie’s bum ass strumming a tune on the old stage. No, she’s with a strange woman. 
“Now don’t you cry,” you dab away the stray tears with an embroidered handkerchief. “I’ll find you home.” 
You’re not from here because you’re all done up like a buttercup in spring when the women here only broke out color for church. Corset sucking in the finest assets, a buttercream bustle underneath that buttercup yellow skirt. Hair up in a waterfall of curls and covered by a small slouched hat of flowers. You held a parasol for the evening sun, keeping it off your tanned skin. 
“There,” Miguel set his hands on his hips, catching his head in a shake. Gwen leans over on the ball of her feet and stares straight down the barrel of a path. 
“My my,” she says. “Ain’t she a looker. Why are you-- You look good, Miguel.” 
She’s caught on his frantic fiddling. The way Miguel straightens his tie into his waistcoat and checks the chain that drapes along his side. He checks the time on his cracked pocketwatch and spins it between his fingers. Gwen leans up to flick a stray strand of hair away from his face.
“Think so?” 
“Entirely presentable.” 
"¿De veras?" Miguel clears his throat, “Best be on my way to get her.” Miguel loops his fingers on his fine leather belt and waltzes right on up to your stall of hand-sewn dresses. 
For once in his life, he feels underdressed. A man sets some coins in your hand, plucking up a small communion dress for his daughter. With ruffles, lace, and the occasional ribbon. He’s not sure how much luck you’d have selling more than scraps of ribbon in this little town. You set the coins aside, turning your attention back to his daughter who-- somehow, got a brand new ribbon bundled in her ponytail between his fiddling and the walk over.
“Buenas tardes,” he clears his throat, whipping out his metal badge. “I’m Sherriff O’Hara.” 
“Encantada, Sheriff O’Hara. You’re looking as pretty as a penny this fine afternoon. Can’t be wanting any of my dresses. My name is… well, how can I help you?” 
“Papa,” Gabriella coos as if this whole mess wasn’t on her tiny little shoulders. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, not yet.
“Yes, mami, Sheriff O’Hara. Do you know old Sheriff O’Hara?” Miguel suppresses his delight as you lift her up onto your hip. Most days, he didn’t notice his own melancholy. Coming home to his little girl soothed all that like a good helping of booze after a bad wound. “She likes you.” 
You sure talk pretty. He clears his throat, pulling on the sloppy tie that feels a whole lot hotter all of a sudden. He shouldn't be acting like this. Has it really been that long since he’s been with a girl? He couldn't go to the saloon and pick any one of those lovesick girls. The town wouldn’t continually elect a loose man. Miguel’s eyes catch the flickering gold of a bumblebee locket on your chest. He traces the curve of its wings, wrapping around a crusted gem.
“‘Course she does, she’s my girl. I lost Gabi up in the crowd flow.” 
“You lost her? You can’t tell me you’re the kinda man that does it all. Where is your wife?”
Where is your wife? The question tormented him. He could do it all. Managing the sloppy, slow thieves and putting down the occasional drunken brawl. At the end of the night, he came home to his empty home and saw his little girl. Miguel’s gaze danced along the puffy clouds in the sky. The fluffy clouds drift the same as usual, the same old slow draw, unknowledgeable about the change in his life. He suppresses the distant melancholy in his voice in surfacing old memories. 
“Ain’t got a wife. She ran off on me with some wolf. Usually, I got a sitter for my girl but, she came down with a fever.”
“A wolf?” you repeat after him, “Why, you mean a gentleman?” 
A gentleman, he scoffs under his breath.
“If you wanna call him that. He was an outlaw.” 
“I’m mighty sorry, Sheriff.”  You looked at the little girl in your arms. Gabriella’s small fingers fiddle with the glimmering gold pendant on your chest. He throws her a look-- behave. She’s not paying attention one bit. You set your parasol down, freeing the necklace and setting it in her tiny fist. “I’m a whole widow myself. Lost my man in the war and never got the chance to have one’a my own.” 
“You don’t say. You on the market?”
“On the market like cattle?” you teased. If he’s not mistaken, that shy smile of yours was all his. Maybe you like him. It's a signal that he could keep going. 
“Coño, no. You’re too fine for that,” the words are buttery smooth, but upon discovering how the words may come off, he realizes he might be sliding into a trap on the back of those words. Your lips are slightly agape, half in shock. “Pretty. You’re too pretty.” 
“Oh, Sheriff, don’t worry your head,” you adjust Gabriella on your hip, swaying in place like it was natural. “I ain’t one to take offense to pretty words. Suppose you want your niña back?” 
There went his chance.
"That'd be best," he slides his hands underneath Gabriella’s tiny arms to pick her up. The pendant she held clattered free from her grip, nestled in the deep grass. You were about to pick it up when a scrawny thing of a man swiped it from the grass. For an instant, Miguel thought it might be Pavi, who loved to be helpful in the most annoying ways. Catching doors even when it's men, dropping his scarf on mud for girls, a charming and shy kid. It isn’t, though, it’s that weasel he seems to be throwing in the pin every damn week, bolting off in a full-on run. 
“Ay, not my locket!” you gasped, plucking your skirts over your boots. 
“Maldito niño--” Miguel stops you, sliding Gabriella back into your arms. Not that she was complaining, tiny hands slapping together in a rendition of applause as Miguel darted after him, his booming steps beating the ground. “Get back here, kid!”  
“Dios, you sure have a busy papa. I'm sure he’ll back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.” You looked between the little girl nestled comfortably in your arms and the parting sea of the crowd. Gwen zooms past, eliciting another round of jovial laughter from Gabriella O’Hara. She does love a good game.
It ain’t that Miguel wants to leave his girl with any old fool that waltzed on into his town. But he knows his community, knows they’d not leave him out to dry, and knows that taking his daughter on a town-wide chase with a skinny little weasel around town is not the move. Especially not if he has a gun, which he did, because of course he did. Now, the man has a jail cell and Miguel has a crook in his neck from where the buffoon fell through the crooked second floor of the post office.
He works the sore muscle the whole way back to your wagon. It’s high time for eating. His stomach was raging after the scent of someone’s pulled pork, the roasted sweetness of corn. If we wanted to be presentable then, he sure wasn’t now. Dust was a second skin on his pants and aged boots. He walks past the platform where Hobie plays a tune with his banda. Most vendors were wrapping right on up for some proper debauchery.
He finds you there, swaying to the beat of the music with Gabriella hanging in your arms. Her tiny hands were around an ear of elote already. Guess she extorted a snack out of you. 
“One gold locket,” Miguel heaves out the words as he digs in his pocket, whirling the golden chain into your small hand. You flip it over once, then twice, examining it for any defects. “Better to keep that tucked away out here. Puts a target on your back right quick.”
“Muchísimas gracias, sheriff. You're a sweetheart,” you reach out, grazing his scratchy cheek with your supple lips. Gabriella is flatly squished between his sweaty chest and yours. She’s fallen asleep flat against your chest. “You don’t know how much this necklace means to me.” 
There are whispers from the women he’s turned down. The viejitas who have been trying to set him up for a full-on year now, those who told him he needed to find a girl as soon as possible to marry. He didn’t want to. Not unless it made sense. 
“Yes, well, you could tell me,” Miguel finally picks his daughter from your arms. She’s out like a light. “If you want.” 
“It was my mami's, once upon a time. She gave it to me on my wedding day," you explain. "It's all I got left of her. I wonder what she'd think of me these days, travelin' town to town like I got secrets."
"You ever think of settlin' down again?" He turns his gaze past Hobie’s banda, to the yellowing sky. The sun is setting out over the horizon, casting warm orange and soft pink into the air. The road is full of wagons. The clip-clop of horses running their way to the next town, some checked in to the hostel.
"A veces," you explain. "If it feels right, I think I will."
"Yeah?" He settles on the bed of your wagon. The dresses were packaged and kept in locked chests, kept away from the bed of the wagon where your blanket was. Most of the foreigners have left, but you. He doesn’t have to guess to know that it was his fault. “You off to Rio’s hostel?” 
“‘fraid I’m out of town,” you smiled at him. “She ain’t got any rooms. Next city over might.” 
“Stay with me,” he says. “The night. Bit too late to get robbed on the road with all them pretty dresses you make. Wouldn’t be right to be sheriff and let a young thing out there without company. Some'a them outlaws take wives that way, y'know.” 
“Oh, Sheriff O’Hara, ain’t no one care about widows on the road,” your hand finds your chest. It’s said with a laugh, as though someone, somewhere, made you feel less than. It wasn’t going to be Miguel.
"Ain't a widow if you're carried off." He reclines, watching the figures of couples dancing to whatever the hell Hobie was playing on his guitar. His eyes track over Hobie’s gloved fingers that prance across the strings, waiting for you to walk back on that stupid comment. You do, snapping out a fan in the waist of your heavy dress to fan yourself.
“You really sure? I don’t mean to be a burden. I’m sure you got better to do than take care of company.” 
“You took care of my girl. Least I could do. Long as you go to church in the morning.” 
“Oh, now he’s askin’ me to church. When’s the wedding, Sherriff?” 
“Miguel. Soon as you want it,” he returns, half a smile pulling at a normally closed-off face. Miguel turns to set his Gabi down on your blanket, throwing you a look for permission. You nod, watching her roll on the wool thing, setting her hands under her cheek until she gets into a position that isn’t as bad as laying on her back. He tucks her hair back over the shell of her ear, exhaling a breath. Somewhere between his ex-wife’s flight from the town and today, she began to look more and more like him. He’s thankful for that. He doesn’t need more memories of her. Only needed to get through each day, and make the next better than the one before.
“She’s tuckered out,” you lean down, just by his face. “All that escapin’ papa work.” 
“Si,” Miguel hums as he massages his sore shoulder. “Tell me about it. I’m getting too old for this.” 
He lifts his head from his daughter’s tiny body, reminded of all the times someone told him to get married. If not the women chasing him around his jail at all hours of the day, then the women at church who, at the moment, were gossiping away. He could hear the prattle already: sheriff likes rich girls. The type to have a golden locket and French silk. The luxury of hopping from town to town like some no-good woman. He’d wager, your husband ain’t had the money to take care of you but for these light luxuries. Traveling town to town wasn't no small feat.
Tch. He’d deal with it tomorrow when he took you to church. Scandalous as that was.
“Fancy a dance?” he offered up his hand. 
You remove your gloves, skin is soft and supple against his, only marred by the pricks of a needle. Your gloved fingers grazed his scarred palm, tracing the long strike that marred his open palm. There’s a thought there, just behind the reach of your playful eyes. He couldn’t quite reach it. 
“I’d love to, Miguel.” 
Something tells him he has time to.
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7 minutes in heaven | stu macher x fem!reader
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part 2
scream masterlist
warnings : drinking, smut, p in v, light fingering, grinding, language, slight dub-con elements 18+ mentions of being a prude, very slight degradation, infidelity (?) breeding kink (?) unprotected sex.
word count: 3852
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randy and stu had planned a get together for the group. that consisting of themselves, billy, tatum, sidney, and of course you. it wasn't supposed to be anything crazy just a couple of beers and flicks. but as the alcohol coursed it's way through the groups systems- everyone began growing restless.
"c'mon man, i'm fucking bored. let's jazz up this snooze fest," stu said throwing his hand in the air annoyed at how things were currently going, everything was quiet and a bit awkward, the group of friends gawked around at the walls and decor as the ending credits to nightmare on elm street played on the tv.
"i got an idea," randy quipped before taking a fairly large swig of beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"that's what i'm talking about lay it on me freak," stu said clapping his hands, before rubbing them together
"what about 7 minutes in heaven," randy said grinning as he shrugged, a cheeky look upon his face.
"the only ones single here are you and y/n dill weed," tatum said as she glared at randy with a disapproving look.
"i mean as long as everyone consents it could be some good fun," randy said raising his hands beside his shoulders as he shrugged.
"yeah i'm game," stu said with a sardonic grin etched on his face.
"i don't know guys..." sidney said sheepishly, biting at her lip. "what if someone gets jealous? is this really smart?"
"sid, we're all friends here loosen up," billy said nudging her teasingly. "plus no one would go too far. like randy said, as long as everyone consents."
"yeah, right. plus no one's gonna get down and dirty with the person they're dating in the other room. we'll keep it tv-14," randy stated placing his empty beer on the table.
"y/n what do you think?" tatum asked as she crossed her arms, putting you in the limelight, something you always dreaded.
"oh well, uh. i don't care really, i'm down if you and sid are," you said shrugging, you didn't want to seem so excited to feel up your friends' boyfriends while locked in a closet, but you also didn't want to be a prude. sidney and tatum exchanged looks before glancing at their grinning boyfriends. sid nodded her head shyly.
"what the hell i guess. let's play," tatum said before finishing her drink in hand.
"how are we gonna do this," billy asked, looking in randy's direction.
"well we'll spin the bottle, the person who spun, and the person it lands on get locked in the closet for 7 minutes. quite simple," randy said with a sly grin.
"sounds easy," sidney said as everyone began to shuffle around to even out the angles of which the bottle would spin. you were sitting between tatum and randy, across from sidney, billy, and stu.
"whose going first?" you asked, silently hoping it wasn't you, you weren't exactly ready to be shoved into a dark closet with one of your dear friends.
"i'll do it. just know, what happens in the closet, stays in the closet," randy said, practically pouncing at the chance to get one of you guys alone. he eagerly spun the bottle, you all eyed it in anticipation as it began to slow down, your heart rate started to pick up each time it neared you. but thankfully, it didn't land on you, it landed on tatum. you saw a disgruntled look flash across stu's face but it left as quickly as it appeared, replaced with an all too knowing grin. tatum rolled her eyes as she stood up and outstretched her hand to randy helping him up.
everyone at this point got up to watch tatum and randy be ushered in the closet. it wasn't too spacious and there were plenty of coats on the coat rack, and a few boxes on the shelf, your mind wandered to what would you could even do in there with that little space, but that wasn't for you to worry about right now. you were drawn out of your thoughts as you heard the lock turn on the closet door.
"have fun kids. don't do anything i wouldn't do," stu said speaking to the pair through the door.
"what are we gonna do while we wait?" sidney said as we all made our way back to the table.
"a little bit of truth or dare?" stu said in the form of a question as he set the timer down on the table. no one protested stu's idea, which seemed to inflate his ego as his face beamed with maniacal joy.
"okay, y/n truth or dare?" stu asked you as he eyed you up and down, you decided to try and play it safe and say truth, which you should've known was a mistake.
"truth," you said flashing him a small smile, sipping your beer.
"which one of us would you rather fuck?" stu asked so casually, causing you to do a spit take, choking on your beer.
"uh.. actually, dare," you said as you gathered your breath.
"tsk tsk tsk.. that isn't how it works y/n," stu said sucking his teeth, grinning at you, making your cheeks heat up.
"no it's fine, i have a dare for her," billy said smiling, his eyes not once leaving your face as his arm was strewn around sidney's shoulder.
"looks like you're off the hook this time." stu scoffed, before laughing briefly.
"i dare you to sit on stu's lap until the next round," billy said before his eyes skipped from you to stu's, it's as if they were communicating through glances.
"uhm. sid. help me." you mouthed to her, she shrugged causing you to glare at her. you wanted her to scold her boyfriend for putting you in that position.
"billy give her another dare. i'm sure tatum wouldn't appreciate having someone on her boyfriends lap," sidney said elbowing billy lightly
"c'mon don't be a prude, we're all friends here. we're just having fun. plus, i'm sure she's in there doing god knows what, probably getting finger blasted by randy- right now." billy shrugged
"i-" before you could even get your words out stu picked you up placing you in his lap, throwing a arm around your waist, almost possessively, but you didn't dare move, you were shocked to say the least.
"sidney, your turn to ask," stu said. you decided to try and get comfortable, you did have another 5 minutes till the next round. you tried to lift yourself a bit to adjust on his lap, but you were met with something prodding at your ass.
"uhm stu, can you move your flashlight, or whatever the hell that is," you whispered wiggling trying to make yourself comfortable.
"what flashlight?" he chuckled pulling you impossibly closer to him, making sure you felt it against you, and there was no doubt you were mistaken, that definitely wasn't a flashlight, you felt him throb against you, his sweats and your leggings not providing enough of a barrier between the two of you.
"i- i uh." you felt yourself growing hot, as your face grew flushed bashfully, you didn't know what to do with yourself, you felt arousal pooling at your core, you cursed yourself for feeling this way about him. you were dragged out of your self deprecation as stu shook you, the group staring at you.
"what-?" you asked as you looked at sidney.
"are you okay y/n? you look a little flustered." sidney asked looking you over
"yeah i'm fine why?" you asked hoping sidney was oblivious to the internal conflict you were dealing with.
"well you kinda dozed off, it's your turn to ask," sidney said shrugging
"oh, uhm okay. sid i dare you to take a shot of ever clear," you said with a smirk
"ever clear?! are you trying to kill me? that shits 190 proof," she said her eyes wide.
"you'll live," you said with a wink. "i'll pour it for you," you said attempting to excusing yourself, pushing off stu by his hips, but your attempt was futile.
"billy's got it," stu said with a chuckle, thrusting his hips up into you as he pulled you back against him, but no one seemed to pay it any mind. you felt his erection prodding at your core. you swallowed thickly as you suppressed your instincts to moan at the feeling of him pressed against you. you watched as billy ushered sidney out the room as he grinned at stu. you weren't sure what that was about, if was he aware of what stu's lewd shenanigans.
"i know you feel how bricked i am," stu said his hands gripping your hips holding you in place, your breathing hitched, you weren't quite sure how to respond, you felt like a slut for allowing this to go on as long as it has, your eyes drifted to the timer, three minutes still left on the clock.
"shit," you moaned out as stu began to slowly rock you back and forth against his length, it was all you could muster. the feeling of his cock pressing against your clit a bit too euphoric for it to be something so erroneous.
"this could all be yours if you want it," stu said, pressing you against him harder, using more pressure as he grinds against you, you could feel your arousal trickling through your folds, you prayed silently that it wouldn't leak through onto stu's grey sweats.
"mm, stu thi- this is wrong," you moaned out lowly, stu slid his right hand between your legs, fondling your folds trough the dampened fabric, your legs spreading a little wider, not by your own volition, it's as if stu had you in a lust induced trance
"your pussy seems to disagree, you're fucking soaked kitten," stu groaned into your ear. as his fingers pinched at your clit with just enough pressure to send you reeling. his other hand slipped under your shirt as he groped at your chest, still rutting himself against you with no restrain
"fucking hell," you moaned, reveling in the feeling of his cock pressing against you in all the places it mattered, stu rubbed slow pressure filled circles against your clit, teasing you as he continued to rock you against him. you heard him groan, clearly he was indulging in this just as much as you were if not even more. much to your dismay, stu pulled his hands away from your breast, and clit returning them to your hips, you sighed with a whimper as your back arched craving more of his touch. but stu stilled all movements and you were pulled from your pleasure drunk state as you heard sidney's giggles nearing the two of you. you did your best to pull yourself together, straightening your shirt and closing your legs.
"god y/n that was literally disgusting," sidney said as she plopped in the couch in front of you guys.
the timer began buzzing erratically, the alarm blaring you shot up from stu's lap. he grabbed a pillow cushion of the couch and pulled it over his lap, hiding his otherwise very noticeable erection.
"times up, we should go let them out. yeah? yeah," you said practically stumbling over your own two feet, making your way this the linen closet, unlocking the door, you opened it a bit too keenly. you saw randy fumbling with his belt.
tatum slipped past you out the closet, keeping her eyes low, making her way back to the group. you turned around leaving randy in the closet to finish straightening his belt. seeing them caught in the middle of whatever has transpired made you feel somewhat relieved, maybe you didn't need to feel so guilty for what took place between you and stu.
you made your way to the group, you saw tatum sitting what you found now to be annoyingly close to stu, you weren't sure why it bothered you so much now, after all, that is her boyfriend, not yours. something you shouldn't need to remind yourself. you found yourself sitting next to billy. you crossed your arms as you grimaced at the couple, however you did realize stu wasn't returning her affections, which you liked a bit more than you should have.
"trouble in paradise?" billy whispered in your ear slyly, as he leaned toward you eying the couple, it made you chuckle. a few moments later, randy had returned, the order had officially changed, it was now sidney billy, then you, across from randy tatum and stu.
"who's spinning next?" randy asked a jubilant grin on his face.
"i'll go." you spoke, volunteering all to quickly, which unbeknownst to you caught stu's attention. you reached for the bottle and spun it with a little oomph. you watched the bottle as it twirled and twirled, it began slowing down,
"oh my god guys! what's that?!" billy shouted pointing towards the window, everyone looked in the direction of the window, searching for any sign of what billy was referring too.
"damn, false alarm." he said chuckling, he pulled sidney closer to him laying a kiss atop of her forehead. you rolled your eyes at his stupid antics.
you looked back to the bottle and the neck of it was pointed to no one other than stu. you felt your cheeks heat up, you looked at billy he shrugged at you nonchalantly before giving you a subtle wink. which could only mean one thing- this was his doing.
"looks like it's me and you kitten," stu said as he stood up walking over to you, before you could protest- not that you were, he grabbed you by your waist before lifting you over his shoulder carrying you to the closet.
"stu i can walk you ass-hat," you said patting at his back to which he just chuckled setting you down once you reached the closet stu placed you back on your feet.
"what i can't carry you and be a gentleman," he asked, faux hurt crossing his face as he held his chest. there was a thickness in the air, maybe it was all in your imagination but it seemed like everyone sensed it maybe not randy, he was too enveloped in his excitement from whatever happened between him and tatum.
"that was more caveman style, but hey! can't blame you for getting confused." randy said shrugging before he leaned against the side table mainly used for decor.
"shut up ass-wipe." stu pinched randy's nose between his index and middle fingers.
you rolled your eyes at their banter as you opened the closet door, you looked at stu with a raised eyebrow.
"you coming?" you asked, your voice a little lower and richer than you intended
"tuh, fuck yeah," stu said under his breath, but it didn't seem to slip past tatum ears as she scoffed and turned on her hills back toward the living room.
you walked in the small linen closet stu right on your heels. soon as the door closed with a click, stu's lips were planted on yours as he began making quick work of your button up blouse.
"seven minutes isn't much, but we can make it work can't we?" stu said as he began pressing his lips to your neck kissing and sucking, it definitely seemed as if he were marking you, there would be dark maroon hickeys in a few moments.
his hand slipped into your panties as he chuckled feeling what a mess you made earlier while you were seated on his lap.
"what a little slut you are, look at how fucking wet you are for my cock, hmm?" stu said, slipping two fingers in causing you to moan, your head pressed against the wall as you bit your lip. he was curling his fingers in an attempt to open you up, but he didn't need to do much as his hand was flooded by a river of your arousal. "my dick isn't even in you yet and you're whimpering like a bitch in heat."
you opened your eyes once again when you felt him slip his hand out of your panties. he turned you around, the only noise heard was the click of his belt as he unbuckled it. you pulled down your panties and leggings all in one go, feeling a bit embarrassed at how eager you were.
"i don't have a condom." stu groaned, you chuckled a bit you never pegged him for the safe sex type, but that was a good thing.
"i'm on the pill, so as long as your clean-" you started before you were cutoff.
"fuck yeah i'm clean." stu grabbed your hip with one hand as he began teasing his dick through your folds with his other hand. you whimpered as he prodded at your core, he slid his tip in just a smidge before sliding back and doing it again, teasing you.
"i wanna hear you beg for my cock," he said lightly nibbling at your ear slightly,fisting his cock, making sure to spread the precum, you froze slightly, still unsure if you even wanted to give in.
"stu-" you began in an apathetic response, which wasn't what he wanted to hear.
his hand reached your hair pulling your head back a little bit so his mouth would be directly over your ear, before he whispered sharply.
"beg."
and that was all you needed to hear before you were begging like a puppy.
"fuck stu please just fuck me," you moaned, pushing back just enough for his tip to slip fully inside you.
"fuck, doll," stu groaned as he sank you back on him inch by inch, watching as his length slowly disappear into you. he began thrusting shallowly as he tried to find a rhythm that would please you both, he bit his lip from a combination of the pleasure and concentration.
"how much time do you think we have left babe?" stu asked grunting almost to him self as he thrusted into you, uttering a few fucks under his breath. he struggled to keep his breathing steady as he took in the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock. your walls were wet and warm as your pussy welcomed him deeper inside you.
"s'probably five minutes," you rasped out, closing your eyes as he found your spot, making you arch your back, your ass curving against him, pushing him into places you're not even sure have been reached before. his hands were on your hips as his grip progressively got tighter. your warm walls, enveloped his dick, pulsing around him, making him groan as he continued to split you open.
"so fucking tight for me huh doll?" stu questioned, continuing to drag you back and for on his length. it caused the most obscene noise, your pussy squelching as he drove his cock into you with vigor. your sopping wet cunt stretching around him. the feeling he gave you, like you'd seen a little slice of heaven. your eyes were shut tightly as your mouth hung agape.
stu's brutal pace kept your words locked in your throat from the pleasure you were receiving. you felt every vein as his cock passed through your velvet channel. a warmth started to build in your stomach, you felt slightly embarrassed that stu was able to elicit an approaching orgasam so fast.
"how we doin doll?" stu questioned, a soft pant leaving his mouth as he let his head fall back in pleasure. you hummed in response, too cock drunk to answer properly. stu paused before pulling out.
"stuu," you whined, not caring how needy you sounded, your pussy pulsed around nothing as it leaked your slick. you pushed your ass back, feeling his cock slip past your folds as you tried to entice him. his cock just barely caught on your entrance before you heard him in your ear.
"be a good cockslut and answer me when i'm talking to you," stu gritted as he snapped his hips forward, you were filled to the hilt as you felt him grind his strokes into you.
"fuck-! stu-" stu placed his hand over your mouth, silencing you as he drove his hips into you faster.
"shh you can't be too loud." he chuckled. "we wouldn't want them knowing what a little slut you are for me huh?"
you had one hand on top of stu's, the hand he was using to keep you quiet. your other hand on the wall to keep your balance as stu plowed into you from behind. you felt his cock twitch as it dragged past your walls. you were getting close, and stu could feel your walls contracting around him, his dick throbbing faster. it felt euphoric as you mewled into his hand.
"you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet if i move my hand?" stu asked, you hummed as you nodded "good."
"i'm gonna cum soon doll, tell me where you want it huh? want me to fill your cunt with my seed, hmm?" stu grunted as he slipped his hand between your thighs toying with your clit.
"fuck-! yess, stu yes!" you whisper-shouted, trying to remain quiet as he rearranged your whole thought process let alone your guts.
"want me to send you out there dripping my cum?" his fingers circling your clit faster causing you to gasp as you struggled to form a sentence. you settled for a nod, the only thing leaving your mouth were soft moans and whimper.
a final harsh thrust of stu's hips sent you reeling, your cum covering his cock as your walls rapidly squeezed around him, gripping his cock like a vice, stu spilled his seed into you. he held you flush against him as he grinded into you, doing his best to prolong the feeling of your highs. thick white ropes of his cum painted your walls, you could feel it as it started to seep out of your pussy, and down your legs.
the sound of the timer could be heard in the distance. stu took his time pulling out before he reached down and pulled your panties and leggings up, helping you stand up straight. the foot steps grew closer, to the door, but stu still hasn’t even tucked himself away yet.
“stu!” you whisper-shouted, grabbing his dick and tucking it in his boxers quickly before rushing to get the belt through the buckle, zipping him up before the door flew open at the hands of a very gleeful randy. your face flushed as you felt you’d been caught in the act.
billy let out a cat-calling whistle before he clicked his tongue twice. abashedly you dropped your hands from stu’s zipper, walking out the closet, stu grabbed your hand before you could get two far from him, ducking down to whisper in your ear.
“next time you grab my dick like that, you better be doing more than tucking it away.”
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sinner-sunflower · 24 days
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 6/?
PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
So excited!!
If any of ya have any theories, I would love to hear them!
Sorry if it's short. Still in weekend mode heh.
The line for the snippet is an Adventure Time reference. Guess which character said it.
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Everyone held their breath. Nothing can be heard except for Valentino's angry growls.
After what happened with moth overlord (was he even still an overlord with no souls contracts left? They need to have a meeting about that), none of the remaining overlords spoke up in defiance. They were at least aware that they can't win against the literal King of Hell, more so with the presence of the other Sins and loyal hellborns.
With no more issues, Lucifer dismiss them.
Alastor stands by the door as he grins at the exiting demons. He hums a tune when Vees left.
Alastor: Nature abhors a power vacuum ~
Vox: The fuck did you just say?!
Alastor: Nothing, old friend ~
Rosie says goodbye to Charlie first before giving him a cheek pat as she leaves.
Rosie: Do come by Cannibal Town, my friend. I still have a few angel limbs for a lovely brunch.
Alastor: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
The Radio demon gives a derogatory glance at Valentino and giggles.
Alastor: Though I feel like another one of our speedy overlord meeting is in order.
Rosie laughs and said her final goodbye.
It's only the Sins and the residents left. Lucifer asks Charlie and the others to go up the 2nd floor for a while as he has something to talk about the Sins privately.
Charlie: Okay. But dad.. Are you okay?
Lucifer: Of course, sweetie. Just a bit stressed.
She wasn't satisfied with her dad's answer but she knows she won't be able to get him to admit anything right now.
Charlie joins her friends on the upper floor and hears Angel wolf whistle. He's leaning at the railings and looking down at hell's 7 deadly Sins.
Angel: I know I just saw them down there being the big and the bad, but damn.
Husk: Honestly thought someone was about to get killed today.
Cherri: Eh, I think what happened was worse. For that moth dickhead anyway. Congrats on your freedom Angy! How does it feel?
Angel: Like a million bucks! I still can't believe that happened. I'm free. I'm gonna give short king something later as thanks.
He turns to Charlie.
Angel: You too, Charlie.
Charlie: I didn't do anything.
Angel: I know I never said this before but thank you for believing in me- for still believing in me and this whole redemption shit.
Charlie's about to cry and moves to give Angel a big hug.
The others give the pair a soft look. As the slight crying fest was happening, Alastor moves closer to the balcony with Vaggie to observe.
Vaggie: Can't hear them. Can't even read their lips.
Alastor: His Majesty's work most likely. Or did you think they would let us watch with no precaution?
Vaggie gives him an irritated look but says nothing.
Alastor keeps his sight on Lucifer. The aquatic demon, which he guesses is the Sin of Envy, is touching Lucifer too much for his liking. He tilts his head in response when the king looks up at him suddenly. Lucifer holds his gaze for a bit before shifting slightly.
Alastor turns to see Charlie move beside him looking at her father. His ear twitches.
This is troublesome.
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Lucifer put his shirt back on as he casts a barrier on the first floor.
Bee: Man, I haven't seen that side of you in years. Hell, I haven't even seen any side of you in years. I was beginning to think you died.
Satan: She's right. You usually at least sent a text once a year or so. And then when you decided to finally show up, you're basically being eaten alive by Roo's remnants! We-
The Sin of Wrath stops and takes deep breaths. No point in getting angry right now.
Mammon: Yeah, mate. Kinda miss the yearly lawsuits you give me business.
Asmodeus: You mean the discount Pride Ring you're tryna do?
Mammon: Fuck ya! Don't think I forgot ya stealing ma star employee!
Asmodeus: Cry me a river, Mam.
Belphegor: Children, please.
Mammon: Don't even start, Belphy. You still haven't explained why ya didn't tell us any of this shit.
Belphegor: What happens in Sloth is my responsibility.
Mammon: Well congrats! It's blowing up in our faces.
While the others were arguing back and forth, Leviathan moves to face Lucifer and put a hand on his.
Leviathan: Luci, I know you're not okay. You gonna tell me what's up with you?
Lucifer: It doesn't matter.
Leviathan: Of course it matters, Luci.
Lucifer: Not now, Levi.
Leviathan: Tsk. Alright then. But we will talk, especially about the look that red demon is giving me.
Lucifer looks up and makes eye contact with Alastor. The deer demon is wearing an expression he can't quite name but then his gaze shifts a bit to the left.
Charlie.
Oh, his lovely daughter. He still can't get what she said earlier out of his head. He knows she'll say she didn't mean it, but if it came out just like that, there has to be a bit of truth deep inside.
Was Charlie right? Would Lilith's presence instead of his really be that much better? Would this whole thing with Roo not even happen in that other timeline?
Lucifer doesn't know. What he knows is that he'll do everything in his power to keep his daughter and hell safe.
He clears his throat to stop the bickering.
Lucifer: Anything related to Roo is not to be undermined. In the meantime, Belphegor will keep a close eye on the anomaly. Bel, please coordinate with the Ars Goetia regarding evacuation of the nearby settlements.
Belphegor: Of course. Already on it.
Asmodeus: Lust will prepare evacuation sites as well.
Lucifer: Thank you. I'd like the other rings to have a few as well.
Satan: How about the ritual?
Lucifer: I would like to start as soon as possible but.. We're strong but we need ancient powers.
Satan: Wait. You don't mean her, do you? Can we even find her?
Lucifer: I'm the one who will be looking for her. She's probably up on Earth. It might take me a while but 'til then, I'll be temporarily handing over the duties of Pride to Charlie in my absence/
Bee: What?! Is she even ready?
Lucifer: You have your own rings to manage. And none of you are familiar with her. She might be the embodiment of good but she's still evil's sister.
Leviathan: And your wound?
Lucifer: I would advise that no one comes in contact with the anomaly. The only thing keeping it at bay in my body is my angelic blood. If I wasn't an angel, I would be dead.
The room just got colder with Lucifer's admission as Belphegor taps aggressively on her tablet.
Lucifer: Be careful all of you.
And with that, the meeting is done.
Lucifer debates talking to his daughter but overall decided to go back to his tower for the time being.
Alastor never took his eyes off the king and disappears in the shadows.
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What to look forward for in Part 7:
Lucifer: I'm so tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.
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vampiretendencies · 1 year
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request; OMG HI! I saw that you followed me back so i wanted to drop in and share some love here💕💕 I think you already know but i really, really love your content!! I also saw that you have Valentines blurbs open, i find the combo of "listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)" and “come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both…” extremely cute :) so if you feel inspired that could be an idea for mr. Maybank himself! :) but absolutely no pressure!! In the end i'm here to read anything you'll decide to publish, keep up the marvelous work!!
warnings; fluff, strongly suggest you listen to the song added for a better reading experience as it’s the one use in the blurb and i adore it, characters are older here
pairing; jj maybank x reader
authors note; happy valentine’s day ! ofc i followed you, you seem so sweet and i have noticed and i appreciate that <3 thank you for requesting, please feel free to still sent a combination for a blurb ! i’ll still be doing them even if sent after v day.
list of prompts in honor of valentine’s day
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A bomb went off.
In your’s and JJ’s shared apartment, that is.
The bedroom and bathroom were seemingly tidy compared to the rest of the home, leaving the kitchen and living room.
JJ has this horrid habit of leaving every pair of shoes he wears kicked off by the entry door.
JJ has another distasteful habit of leaving crushed beer cans to rot after he’s finished with them.
But the two of you have created a habit together.
Sounds just ‘lovey-dovey’ doesn’t it ?
Not the way the monstrous sink is staring at JJ, and JJ is staring at it.
You’ve both been initiating a nasty, nasty habit of throwing a dish in the sink. Wether it be early in the morning when you’d both be in a rush to get to work— having a bowl of cereal, throw it in the sink, and go. Or right after dinner, the pair would be so sleep-ridden and obsessively touching eachother so much, that they couldn’t muster an attention span for dishes.
Only an attention span for eachother.
But now, it’s caused a clutter-fest that’s not attainable enough for you to live in. So, all day yesterday you’d sent JJ texts that today would be cleaning day, and that from now on there will always be one. Though JJ was secretly rolling his eyes toward his phone that day, he was certain he’d make the most out of his only off day, with you.
He thought he’d have grow ill any moment if the both of your schedules didn’t line up soon enough.
Nevertheless, he’s at the sink humming and covering his hands in soapy suds.
All while stealing glances at you.
You were sweeping about the hard wood floors of the living room— the beer cans have a pile of there own. A playlist of yours streaming with gleam from the smart tv.
JJ hummed because he knew every song word for word— not by choice, you’d played those same songs numerous times and he tagged along.
You’ve had his eardrums delighted by the new discoveries of indie and alternative that you introduced him to.
Now it’s all he can listen to.
“Babyyy …”
JJ cooed, hoping you’d give into his antics just this once.
Your nature was so pure, too pure to refuse.
Entirety of your frame swaying as you swept, and he noted every detail. The flyaways of your tresses sticking every which way— cleaning tended to take it out of you. Delicate skin untouched— but begging to be. Lips jutted out in concentration, with a jaw that’s sleek and admirable. Leggings that intimately delved in all the right places
You peered at him, wifebeater giving way for exposure of his chest. Locks perched on either side of his temple, red cap backwards with the smallest pout beginning to form
“What, J?”
“C’mere.”
He forwarded a come here motion, placing a plate on the drying mat— a pile high, thankfully he’d be nearing a finish soon. You tilt your head in disbelief, he’d promised to get the cleaning done; no fucking around.
But instead …
“Wash the dishes, JJ.”
“Haven’t touched you in like … 2 hours.”
JJ mumbled beneath his breath but loud enough for you to hear. His gesture wasn’t for only his own pleasure, he wanted to subside your thought that this ‘has to get done today’.
“45 minutes.”
You corrected, whilst a shit eating grin is plastered on JJ’s face.
“Come here, hold my hand.”
“You’re washing the dishes.”
“.. I can do both, you know I’m a multitasker, baby,” He proposed. “Like when I do that thing with my mouth that you like while caressing your sweet, sweet face-“
“Alright, alright!”
JJ would take things to great length, just to be within a fingertips touch.
You saunter over to him, with a ‘you got me’ expression. The steaming water running, with a coffee mug and a bowl left, He takes your much smaller hand inside of his, squeezing it with intricate and fragile like tendencies— thinking that with any wrong move he’d break you.
It was cool against the granite countertop, but with the overwhelming warmth of JJ’s hand it subsided.
Fondess with one hold.
“Shit, shit, shit …”
JJ struggled to keep the coffee mug afloat— hold a bit tighter on you hand. Soap suds making their way to the counter, a two minute task elongated due to his unwillingness to to leave you untouched.
“Thought you were a multitasker, baby?” You giggle into his muscular arm.
“Only when it comes to you.”
Even if my heart stops beating
You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me
The first words of that song, not just any song in particular begun to play. Silence struck between the two, the captivating lyrics to Pretty Boy by The Neighbourhood. The extra slip in your heart beat that it gave, the captivation, the love-struck sensation that the melody gave you and JJ.
“J, it’s our song!”
“Our song, pretty girl.”
Even if the Earth starts shaking
You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me
JJ agreed, both sets of eyes in awe of the others— seeming like it was the first time.
In instinct, he turned off the hot water. Lying firm hands directly to your waste, whilst you looped yours lazily around his neck, foreheads gravitating towards the others whilst you both swayed endlessly.
Even if the sky's on fire
Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me
And if it's all over
I'm taking this moment, ooh, with me
Yeah
In the middle of the kitchen floor, shared tight-lipped smiles.
JJ mouthed the words to you, relying on every one of them to say what went unsaid in that Godforsaken moment.
It ached— his insides ached in the best way possible.
A connection.
So sacred, it couldn’t be touched.
Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy
Now it's all about to end
Baby girl, look where we made it, girl
Hmm, now we're falling
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Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch.2)
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You fucked up. Big time.
You conveniently forgot to mention to that Simon guy that you had work in the morning, and now he’s on his way over to the flat in five minutes and you need to leave for work in fifteen.
You barely had time to brush your teeth in the morning, throwing on last night’s mostly clean uniform and brushing back your hair before putting it in a ponytail. Possibly the worst decision you made was to promise Erica you’d be at the restaurant this morning. Now you were even farther behind on your schoolwork and doubly stressed because you had a prospective roommate who was gonna see what a mess you were and decide he’d have to pass on living with you.
“FUCK!” you yelled as you hurriedly tried to put your shoes on, the back flap bending down and refusing to go over your heel. Frustration rose and you felt like a pot of boiling water about to pour over the lip of the pan; your anger, stress, misery…everything, amalgamating into a giant soul-crushing sob.
The pair of ugly black non-slip shoes that refused to adjust themselves to your feet were now laying on the other side of the room, the force with which you had thrown them leaving behind a brash scuff mark on the otherwise pristine wall.
An intense pressure built up in your chest and refused to release, your eyes stinging with the onslaught of tears that forced their way down your cheeks. You’d been able to hold it together for the last week, but it was time everything caught up to you.
Your situation, though it could be worse, was not where you wanted to be at this point in your life; twenty-six, looking for a roommate, working a job that barely paid just so you could keep a roof over your head and get the education you so desperately needed. You thought you’d have figured your life out by now.
And you were trying, dammit. There wasn’t a moment in your existence where you hadn’t had to fight for what you needed, and you were sick of it. For once, you just wanted someone to be willing to give something to you.
The despair you were feeling showed no signs of letting up, almost paralyzing you in place as you hugged yourself. Your head now hurt from how hard you were crying, slumped over next to the bed in a fit of sobs.
You didn’t know how long you had been sitting there like that when you heard a harsh knock from the front door.
“Right. How could I forget,” you deadpanned, trying to rid your voice of its croaky-ness as you made your way out of your room. You quickly wiped at your eyes to dry them, but soon realized that your five-minute sob fest probably left a more lasting impact on your face. Because when you opened the door and slowly shifted your gaze up to glance at a face, what you saw instead was a set of narrowed brown eyes peeking out through the holes of a black balaclava.
“Sorry,” the man said, looking at you suspiciously. “I must have the wrong flat.” But you recognized his voice from the call last night
“Simon, right?” you confirmed.
“Ghost,” he said, his voice gruff and assertive.
“What?”
“I prefer to be called Ghost.” Again, with the no-bullshit tone that was forcing you to comply.
 “O-Okay.” You didn't even question why; it was an odd nickname, for sure, but you didn't have the time to delve into it. So with a deep breath and a fake smile plastered on your face, you moved on. “Sorry ‘bout the mess you’re about to witness. I’ve had no time to clean.” You stepped away from the door to let the man in.
His staggering height was surprising to witness. You weren’t short by any means, but you’d also rarely ever come across people this tall. It was gonna become a problem if you had to crane your neck ninety-degrees every time you needed to talk to the guy.
It was also strange, and a little off-putting, that he was wearing a balaclava. You’d understand if he was wearing it outside because of the cold weather, but indoors? That’s curious. And also something you didn’t have the time to question right now.
Simon stepped inside the flat and walked over to the living room; you passed by him into the kitchen. “So down that hallway are the rooms.” You used your free hand to point down the hallway to your right, your other hand reaching into the fridge to grab your lunch for the day. “Yours is the one on the right, the bathroom is on the left. There’s only one, so we’ll have to share.” A brief pause as you threw the Tupperware and a water bottle into your purse. “Rent is due on the 3rd of every month, but you don’t have to worry about the rest of this month; it’s already paid.” The spare key that you took from Ethan lay untouched on the kitchen counter. You grabbed it and walked over to Si- Ghost, whose broad back was still facing you.
“Here are the keys,” you jangled them as close to his ear as you could, catching the man’s attention. He turned around to face you, this time his eyes showing nothing. You couldn’t read him anymore.
You acted as if Ghost had already said yes and you were just giving him a tour for the sake of it, but really, you hoped the fake confidence you exuded deterred him from your most likely puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
“That’s it, then?” he asked, eyeing the keys you held out but not making a move to take them.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re about to hand a man you barely know a set of keys to your flat. Hell, you’re about to let this man live in your goddamn flat without knowing if he’s a criminal or a creep.” Ghost’s tone was more livid than condescending, as if he couldn’t believe you were doing what you were doing.
And maybe you should’ve been more scared. Not only was Ghost tall, but he was muscular, and wore a balaclava, and had a deeper voice than you’d ever heard from a man. You should have been terrified.
But you weren’t. Nothing about Ghost, neither his demeanor nor his disposition, was giving you a bad vibe. He just looked like a man who really needed somewhere to live, and you were a woman who really needed someone to take the extra room in her flat. It was a win-win.
“Are you criminal or a creep?” you asked, pretending to do some sort of due diligence.
“Of course not,” Ghost replied, his dead eyes morphing into something of slight annoyance.
“Great, then here are the keys.” You shoved the metal towards Ghost’s chest, forcing him to take it. With that, you grabbed your purse, slung your coat over your arm, put on a pair of white sneakers that your boss would hate but would let slide for today, and started for the front door.
“Where’re you going?” Ghost sounded exasperated. Like you had suddenly become a nuisance to him.
“Uhm, work. I’m running late.” You twisted the knob and were halfway out the door when he got your attention again.
“You really wanna do this?” he asked, still rooted to his place in the living room.
You barely contemplated your answer. “Look, I’ll take my chances.” You breathed a heavy sigh. “For once, I need something in my life to go right.”
Not waiting for a reply, you closed the door behind you and sprinted out of the building.
Ghost stood in the now empty apartment, still a little dazed by the whirlwind of a morning he’d just had. He couldn’t bring himself to question why he was so exasperated by the thought of you letting him live with you. It was some sort of instinct within him that told him to reprimand you for letting a stranger reside in your flat with you, though he knew he wasn’t a threat to anyone but himself.
“Jesus,” he muttered into the messy space, forcing his feet down the hallway to take a look at his new room. The space was empty save for a floor lamp that was meant to illuminate the room in the dark. Ghost wondered what the area was used for prior to his arrival, though the conditions of the walls and floors made it seem like it wasn’t used at all.
A ding reverberated through the stale air of the room, Ghost realizing the noise came from his phone. He pulled it out of his pocket to see a text message. From you.
Don’t touch the Indian takeout in the fridge. That’s my dinner.
Ghost chuckled, shaking his head. If anything, at least you had your priorities straight.
He walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, spotting said Indian takeout, some condiment bottles, a half-eaten sandwich, and some fruits. But no veggies in sight.
A moment of deliberation and Ghost new what he would be doing today, besides moving in, of course. He didn’t know when you’d be back, but he assumed it wouldn’t be for a while.
Perfect.
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xx-thedarklord-xx · 3 months
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saw your name on the erised particpant post and i'm so excited to read what you wrote! it's like seeing authors in the wild when they do fests and stuff. can't wait
Ahh thank you! I've participated three times in Erised and unfortunately, this year will be my last time for that particular fest, but I am glad you are looking forward to it! There's another fest I participated in as well that will get revealed in the next couple weeks. If you are interested in my past fest fics, I'll link them.
-Dear Cousin, Love Regulus [Harry/Draco Big Bang 2018] As the sole Malfoy heir, Draco understood that his path was set long before his birth; who to be, how to act and what his choices should be. What he had not counted on was the power of outside influences. Letters from his deceased cousin caused him to realize that he did have choices, starting with the choice to be someone else, to be who he wanted to be. The road to self-discovery was difficult and navigating that path in the shadow of Harry Potter was its own challenge but maybe, just maybe, his friends would help him along the way. And he would owe it all to Regulus Black.
-Ardour of Karma [H/D Erised 2019] “Malfoy knows something is going on with you and unless you both want to go back to fighting and death glares, you should fix it.”
“How do I do that? Just waltz up to him and say, ‘I know I’ve been a prat but your scent makes my dick swell. How’s your day?’”
“Mind repeating that?”
The familiar drawl had Harry’s throat clamming up as his blood ran cold. Oh no.
-The Forsaken [Harry/Draco OwlPost 2019] When Draco imagined his future as a child he thought he'd be a Potion Master, get married and maybe have a kid. But the reality was he was a retired Assassin, bitten by a Vampire and mated to a reckless, idiotic, foolish ex-Auror now turned Veela—Harry Potter.
-Borrowing Courage [H/D Erised 2018] After years of being a Magical Artist and painting for other people, Draco decides it’s time to paint for himself for once. The secrets pile up as he tries to unravel the mystery of his relatives but the only thing he didn’t count on was having to go to Potter of all people for approval.
-Save a Horse, Ride a Malfoy [HP Kinkfest 2020] Riddles are woven throughout life, some never answered and many lost in frustration. Whatever riddle it was that defined what Harry and Draco had was a mess of a riddle that worked for them, despite what everyone else thought, even if there was no answer—yet. Sex was another riddle, only that was one they had solved many, many times over. 
-Still Standing [H/D Fan Fair 2019] Not many know the evil origins of a Philosopher's Stone. When Draco discovers that the Goblins found one and kept it, he'll stop at nothing to see it taken care of. Even if that means having to deal with Gringotts' very own resident twat: Harry Potter.
-Augury Forecast [HP Drizzle Fest 2018] Draco had always known that teaching at Hogwarts would be an experience, he just didn’t think that meant a flash flood in the kitchens, a windstorm in the Great Hall, or a sandstorm in the Quidditch pitch. Months of extreme weather would grate on anyone’s nerves, but to have Potter, the ever annoying Divination Professor, around every corner was even worse. So much for a quiet life at Hogwarts.
-Teach Me [HP Contest Fest 2018] "If you can’t learn Occlumency, then you can’t become an Auror.”
No. All of this couldn’t be for nothing. Harry hadn’t spent so much time proving himself, proving that he was more than just a famous name for all of this to go to shite. “This can’t be the end.”
"I have someone in mind that could teach you if you are willing, but I can't guarantee he will help, especially considering your... past." 
"You don't mean Malfoy, do you?"
-Worth Betting On [HP Joggers Fest 2018] The easy way Malfoy breezed into the arena in an unprofessional attire—grey joggers that outlined far too much, and a white dress shirt open with nothing underneath—which showed off his chest, his sweaty sweaty chest—had Harry sitting up straighter. It wasn't unusual to see Malfoy in such a state of undress, it was a signature move that he refused to change.  
Not that Harry wanted him to change. 
 Or the one where Draco is a professional Duelist, and Harry can't stay away from the matches.
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sir-yeehaw-paws · 4 months
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All of Gaiden's finale is a sob fest and unbelievably emotional but:
Kiryu crying and showing off Haruto's artwork to Hanawa in sobbing grandpa mode.
Just.
Fucking.
"Look at that." (Turns so Hanawa can see the drawing). "He can read and write now. The last time I saw him, he couldn't even talk."
And sometime after.
"Turns out..I needed them (his kids) more than they ever needed me."
Just.
Goddamn.
Kiryu is in full breakdown mode too. Really seeing him sobbing over the tablet, wiping snot off it because he can't contain himself just puts you in a fit right beside him.
I dunno anyone who will finish this game dry eyed.
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