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bayambii · 4 months

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fontaine hands . . .

warnings: swearing, 4.2 archon quest spoilers, hands, a little steamy in clorinde if you squint

characters: wriothesley, neuvelitte, lyney, lynette, navia, clorinde, furina and freminet

bambis comments: hai cuties!! i have an obsession with hands so i thought it would be a perfect first post LOL

WRIOTHESLEY

◦ jesus fucking CHRIST, this man has large hands. i mean like second to none in teyvat i would say

◦ his hands are bruised and often dirty. when they’re not inside of his gauntlets, his right is covered with dark bandages. he goes really soft when you take the time to clean his hands or even like his nails

◦just like massaging his hands while he tells you about his day, rubbing his temple with his freehand while he goes on and on about one inmate who always tries to pick a fight

◦speaking of his nails! they’re stubby and not painted. he doesn’t bite them they just like break off naturally due to the nature of his job and his gauntlets

◦he has silver rings for every finger it looks like, and he fidgets with them when he’s talking to anyone, rolling it around his fingers and back again

◦HIS HANDS SMELL LIKE TEA RAAAH

NEUVILLETTE

◦ skinny ass hands, but they’re long.

◦ he almost always wears his gloves, because underneath he has scales on his hands. his hands aren’t fully dragon like, still keeping a human like color, but many teal scales decorate his hands.

◦his fingernails are naturally tinted a little blue, and they’re on the longer side. he keeps them clean and pushes his cuticles back often

◦he’s often writing with his hands, rolling his quill/pen around his fingers when he thinks. his hands are skilled at writing, and can write rather fast.

◦a wrist roller. his wrists get tight from writing for hours on end and always makes sure to roll them out.

LYNEY

◦OH MY GOD. don’t even get me started…

◦another fontainian who’s hands are often concealed in his gloves. a magician never reveals his secrets, does he?

◦he has regular length hands, but they’re on the skinny side.

◦his hands are almost always clean, and have a very soft texture.

◦imagine lyney late at night practicing new card tricks without his gloves, using you as his test audience (he shows you all his tricks first anyway)

◦he has trimmed nails, that he paints black and red, to match his whole theme. they tend to be chipped however, and he needs lynette or you to keep repainting them.

◦his hands are obviously very practiced, and he takes great care of them

LYNETTE

◦she has smaller and skinny hands, very petite and cute

◦ due to her cat-like nature, her hands are very sensitive, and she prefers to keep her gloves on

◦ when she holds your hand she likes to keep her gloves on, just so she doesn’t get overwhelmed

◦ however, she likes taking her gloves off to hold your face, and memorize each and every crevice and dimple with her hands

◦ when she feels comfortable, she’ll let you see her hands, and trusts you to know her comfort level with her sensitivity

◦she keeps her nails long, and painted a teal. she often keeps up with her nail care, and looks after your nails as well

◦her hands smell like tea, like wrio, due to her often drinking and brewing the beverage.

NAVIA

◦ADORABLE HANDS, and very well kept!

◦ skinny and longer, and a little freckled near her wrist.

◦she only keeps a glove on one hand, and she prefers to hold your hand with that one!

◦very well kept nails, with sapphire colored nail polish adorning them. she seems like the type to get like gems and stuff put on her nails.

◦she knows you like her hands, so she always makes sure to put extra time into caring for them

◦her hands are incredibly soft, and don’t really get that clammy

◦navia would only get clammy if you were flustering her, which is not an easy feat

CLORINDE

◦beautiful lady, long skinny hands again however she doesn’t know how to look after her hands

◦ ITS NOT HER FAULT NO ONE TAUGHT HER OKAY!! before starting a relationship with you, she never put much thought into her hands!!

◦she often keeps her gloves on, and like washes her hands when needed but she doesn’t take care of her nails or put lotion on or NOTHING

◦her nails are stubby, and might have leftover polish from the last time you attempted to paint her nails

◦with handling her weapons, she has very tactful hands and is not very clumsy

◦where she puts her hands is very, how do i say, purposeful

◦she might feign oblivion, but she knows exactly what she’s doing with her hands

FURINA DE FONTAINE

◦oh ho ho? you want to see the dear lady furinas hands?

◦only furina would take this much care into something she’s going to just put a glove over but WHATEVER

◦she’s got small hands, with many jewels and rings adorning her fingers

◦she looks after her nails with the upmost pride, and keeps them constantly painted and pristine

◦like clorinde, she is very purposeful where she puts her hands. your dear lady knows you, and knows exactly what makes you flustered (and oh does she love that)

◦she would love to help you look after your hands, and even help you paint a most magnificent nail art on your nails oh ho ho!

FREMINET

◦smaller hands, with larger palms, with FRECKLES!! and i mean freckles .

◦freminet doesn’t necessarily have clumsy hands, due to his work on per and other mechs, but his hands aren’t as practiced as other fontainians

◦his hands can also get clammy due to his shyness, and doesn’t want to bother you with that

◦HOWEVER, you can hold his hand all you want underwater. there’s no risk there, and he’s fully confident. maybe he’ll work up to holding your hand above the sea

◦he is very shy, and earlier on in your relationship, and is careful if he puts his hands on you if he does AT ALL…

◦ often under the water, his nails are always clean but still stubby, and never painted (but he wouldn’t be apposed to you painting them) ((just be prepared for a flustered frem))

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clbrq · 6 months

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SUCKER FOR PAIN - C. BROCK

warnings; IMPLIED SMUT, flirting, drinking alcohol, angry colby, swearing/cursing, toxic relationship. NOT PROOF READ.

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Things with Colby were complicated. You were on, and then you were off. One minute you were rolling around in his sheets, sweating and moaning, and the next you were fighting and storming out of each other’s apartment’s. All of that for someone you weren’t even dating.

You knew the last fight you had dug deep. You both said unnecessary things you didn’t mean. But, his words still stung when you thought of them.

“We both know you’re just a petty fuck for me.”

You were hurt, but you were angry. And you were childish, knowing you wouldn’t let this go until he felt the hurt you did. You wanted cold-hearted revenge on that man.

And just to your luck, Halloween rolled around the corner quicker than you’d expected, a mutual friend of you and Colby was hosting a party at his house, downtown. As if the universe just knew what you were planning, you had possibly the best, most sluttiest, outfit put together.

A Police officer—the signature hat, baton, badge, but best of all; the handcuffs.

If not used on you by Colby, you knew another man would do.

—

Music boomed from outside the house, lights swirling outside, painting you in different colours as you pushed open the door to be greeted with a large crowd of drunk, sweaty, dressed up people dancing to a recognisable Rihanna song.

Pushing through the crowd, pulling down your dress in order to not flash everyone behind you, you made it in one piece to the kitchen. Finding a familiar face with a drink in hand, you knew you exactly who would be with them.

“Holy fucking shit, you look so hot!”

“All thanks to you, Kat,” You smirked, embracing the tipsy girl, “I wouldn’t have these bad boys if it wasn’t for you.” Gesturing to the silver handcuffs attached to your wrist.

The girl with the colourful hair, wearing a Tiffany from Chucky outfit, laughed as she spoke, “I wonder who’s gonna get cuffed tonight?”

You grinned evilly, “I wonder. Anyway, get me a drink, I’m too sober.”

Kat laughed, handing you a bottle of Vodka and sliding some coke along with it. Your favourite. Pouring way to much Vodka into the glass while mixing the drink, Kat laughed as you grimaced at the taste, yet chugging the whole thing.

“Hey, come on, Sam and the others are in the living room.” She smiled, grabbing your hand.

With your spare hand, you grabbed the Vodka bottle along with you, taking sips as Kat led you through a group of dancing people. The music boomed loudly in your ears, feeling the beat pulsate through your body as you moved.

You made it to the living room, the music got quieter but still loud enough to sing without being heard by others. Lots of familiar faces sat on the sofa, sipping drinks and talking amongst themselves.

They all looked up as Kat giggled at a joke you made, wondering who she was laughing at. All of them smiled and greeted you welcoming you, complimenting your outfit and laughing with you. One, however, was not so happy.

Colby Brock’s face fell as he saw you step into his view. After you fight, he didn’t think you’d show up. Especially looking so good—as if you didn’t even care.

Looking in his direction, a smile grew wider on your face just looking at him. Specifically at what he was wearing.

“What a coincidence.” You smirked, your eyes dancing over the orange jumpsuit laid loosely on his body, slightly unzipped to show his glorious torso.

He didn’t reply, only rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his drink. He didn’t feel like playing games with you, not tonight.

You knew that from the way he reacted.

Knowing it will amplify his anger, you walk swiftly over to your good friend Brennen, and taking a comfortable seat next to him. His Woody from Toy Story outfit showing off his abs and body so wonderfully.

“Hey, doll.” Brennen spoke, his words slightly slurred, “haven’t seen you in ages. Missed ya.”

“Likewise,” You grinned, snuggling up to him, as his arm fell sloppily around you, pulling you closer, “Love the outfit, shame I didn’t come as a Jesse to match.”

“So you could ride me like a cowgirl?”

Laughter erupted loudly from your throat, making sure everybody knew you were laughing with Brennen. Everybody only being Colby. And you knew it was working—you could feel his cold, piercing, blue eyes burning holes in the side of your head.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You whispered, biting your lip, eyes trickling over Brennen’s face.

You certainly felt the alcohol in your system now, as you subconsciously sipped from the Vodka bottle as Brennen spoke.

Colby couldn’t take it any longer.

Marching over to the two of you, he grabbed your forearm and dragged you to your feet.

“Hey!” You cried, anger flooding your system as the warmth from Brennen’s body began to fade away.

“Enough.” Colby spat, leading you out the door.

You didn’t protest. Your plan had worked, you got your revenge. Colby lead you upstairs, not saying a word as he did so. He dragged you into a spare room, the silence suddenly feeling louder than music downstairs. Colby slammed the door as you sat on the empty bed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spat, standing angrily in front of you, pink hues in his cheeks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spoke calmly, smirking playfully up at him as he towered over you.

He was seething. You’d never seen him like this before. Of course you’d seen him get heated in arguments, but he was absolutely full of rage right now.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” He sneered, “Do you get off on acting like a slut, huh? Around my friends and in front of me?”

The smirk deepened on your face, “Oh, I’m sorry, why is this so enraging for you, Colby?”

“Because you’re mine, you understand—no one else can have you.”

Ah, there it was.

“Hmm, that’s funny, because last week I was just a petty fuck for you, wasn’t I?” You fired, standing up to face him, making him step back slightly, “Or did you forget?”

Colby went silent—just staring at you.

“That’s what I thought.”

You went to walk out the door, to return to the party, but a hand grasped your wrist and pulled you flush against their body. Colby grabbed hold of your neck as he spoke,

“Yeah, you’re my petty fuck. No one else’s. You got that?”

“No, I don’t,” You spat, pushing him away, and attempting to walk away again.

Suddenly, you were shoved aggressively against the wall, eliciting a gasp out of you. Colby held both your wrist tightly against the wall as he stated deeply into your eyes, never once breaking his stars.

“You will when I’m fucking done with you.” He drawled out, “You’re not Brennen’s, fuck, you’re not anyone’s, but mine. You fucking hear me, slut, you’re mine.”

You wanted to fight back, tell him to fuck off and walk out, but you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as his words echoed deeply throughout your mind causing your arousal to spark.

“Yes, Colby.”

“Good.” He spoke, licking his lips, “do that again, and you’re dead.”

You chuckled as he stared down at you sternly, his words meaningful, “Yes, sir.”

“Mm, is that how you wanna play?” He grinned, his evils darkening.

Nodding as he releases his grip, sliding his hands down to your waist, you connect your lips with his as you move both of you backwards. Falling comfortably on the bed, lips moving swiftly together, you straddle his waist, rocking your hips back and forth on his crotch, feeling him get harder with each movement.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumble against his lips, moving them down to his neck, sucking on the exposed skin.

“Love you too.” He replies, gripping your waist tighter.

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i know this is the shittiest fic ever, it’s midnight and my brain is literally offline rn.

also trying to sound american when you’re british is the hardest thing ever. is it sofa or couch for americans. i don’t even know tbh, i keep wanting to right, “is it?” which is SOOO UNBELIEVABLY british it hurts.

however i’ve actually been in bed for 2 days now and haven’t left and my brain is fully disassociated from society. i literally haven’t seen or spoke to anyone in days and i’ve seen how many dead plants i’ve been watering icl. dead asf. my brain is just sam and colby.

ALSO i haven’t written properly in probably years so please forgive me. also i’m in my angsty era as seasonal depression is taking over :)

goodnight yall i’m tired

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gojo-mochi · 6 months

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EEK IM SCREAMING FROM UR WRITINGS- and ur October event?! If u may a request of werewolf!ace please 😭 aksjwksjwkzj and maybe with any dark themes u have in mind 👀

CW: Reader is called “Little Red”, Attempted assault and kidnapping by a stranger (not ace), a bit of blood, creampie, breeding, Oral F!Recieving, Noncon, Ace is a bit toxic and yandere in this. Part of my Kinktover event! (now closed)

Words: 5.3K (im gagging idk what happened don't look at me ok, it my inner werewolf phase coming out at the end)

A/N: Sorry it took so long wahhhh and if the ending ended weirdly OTL

You pulled down on your red hood and tugged at your too-short of a skirt. Sighing out, you lean back on the wall, wondering how your friend not only roped you into coming to this Halloween party but also into wearing a skimpy Red Riding Hood costume. You were supposed to be matching with her, but she decided to go as a slutty bunny, stating, “Wasn’t there a bunny in the story too? No? Oh well, there was a wolf, so a bunny fits anyway!” It did not fit, but you were too tired to argue with her, trying your best to sink into the wall and disappear.

Unfortunately, your friend decided that being a wallflower for the entire party was not in the stars for you. “Come oooooooon! At least dance with me for one song!” Your friend whined as she dragged you by the wrist to the open dancefloor. The heavy, thumping bass drops seem to shake the dancefloor, or perhaps that was just the masses of people grinding and bumping into each other. Your friend dragged you right into the middle of the pit, and with no chance of escape, you sigh heavily, trying to act like the music wasn’t affecting you.

Your friend starts to pull out dance moves, using them on you as she pretends to circle a lasso around you and pull you in. You rolled your eyes at her display and went along with it with a small giggle. Slowly bobbing your head to the rhythm of the music and shuffling your feet, letting your body succumb to the music and the vibes. Getting more comfortable by the time the next song comes on. Swaying your hips and even moving your arms now, getting so lost in the melody that you didn’t notice that your friend left you and was replaced by someone else.

The deep, booming bass of the song made you more energized, shaking your ass and swinging your hips and body in tune with the bass. Your eyes closed so you could let your ears and body fully enjoy the music, thinking that you were still dancing with your friend you didn’t mind when you felt hands on you. Moving down your sides to settle on your hip as their chest slides up to your back. You played along, as you were used to your friend’s antics by now.

Only when you slyly bumped your ass back to grind on her, did you notice that your friend either got extremely buff in the last few minutes or you were actually grinding on a guy this whole time. Your questions were answered when the guy leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “Damn.. you have some nice moves there, Little Red.” A slightly husky voice rasps out, his hands still on your hips, squeezing them, his fingers digging into your plushness.

You gasp out, twisting your body away from him, and turning around. In the neon flashing lights of the dancefloor, your eyes settled on the large frame in front of you. Your eyes immediately flickered to the furry ears on top of his head, black and fluffy like his hair. You look further down landing on his bare toned chest and totally not staring at his happy trail in the middle of his abs or anything like that. You catch a glimpse of his tail swishing behind him as he leans down once again to speak to you.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, was that too much?” He rubs the back of his hair with an awkward grin. Another flash of the neon lights from above passes by on the both of you, you studied his face a bit more as it does. Noticing the small patches of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his very sharp canines poking out. He places his hands in front calmly as a sign of goodwill. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything!” His voice rings out again, almost muffled by the booming bass from the speakers. The music dropped once more and everyone in the crowd was getting hyped for it, causing everyone to start swarming around the middle.

You got shoved right in the stranger’s direction, his arms came out swiftly to catch you before you fell face first on the ground. Firms arms wrapped around your waist to steady you, your face lands on his chest right above his happy trail. You inhale his scent, an intoxicating blend of musk, woods, and spices that starts off heavy and overwhelming but goes down smooth like a shot of liquor. You unconsciously curl up closer to his chest to breathe in more of this arousing aroma.

Letting the furry stranger easily manhandle you out of the dance pit and off the side. “Hey….hey……Hey there!” The stranger shakes your shoulder a bit, bringing you out of your stupor. A fierce blush heats up your face as you realize how you were still nuzzling your cheek on his chest. You backed away, almost stumbling on your feet, causing the stranger to once again catch you in his broad arms. “I know I’m gorgeous, but falling for me twice in a row? Haha, you’re really cute, you know that, Little Red?” You felt another rush of heat come up as you sputtered out a response.

I-I was just-! I mean-!” The stranger’s tail swished around happily as he threw his head back in a roaring laugh. Causing some of the other guests to turn their heads and look your way. Your ears burn as they stare at the two of you, you bring up your red hood and tighten the sting, covering your face. He eventually calms down once he sees you trying to leave the scene, with a hand placed on your shoulder to stop your escape.

His ears flopped down on his head and he gave you the saddest kicked puppy look you've ever seen in your life. “Hey, wait! I didn’t mean to upset you..” He pouts out his lips and you almost folded at this point. “I think we got off on the wrong foot, here, let me introduce myself.” He straightens up his back, extending to his full height, and puffing out his chest. “The name’s Ace! It’s nice to meet cha!” You just noticed now that his voice has a slight tinge of an accent behind it, but you couldn’t place your finger on where or what it sounded like.

Ace flung his hand out towards you, a wide smile on his face that emitted sunshine and warmth, only to be darkened by his menacingly large and seemingly real canines. You chuckled nervously as you grabbed his hand and shook it. “Wo-wow, Ace… those are some um-very big teeth you have there. Must have been quite the expensive buy. You really go all out for Halloween, huh?” He squeezed your hand tightly as you said that.

His fingers linger on your wrist before he lets go with the same smile still placed on his face, however, something was a bit off about it this time. “Hehe, yeah! I mean, Halloween is like the one night that I can truly be myself, you know!” He runs his hand through his hair, pushing back his ears as they spring back into place. ‘Wow he really must have dropped a lot of cash on his costume, everything looks so… realistic.’ You mused to yourself quietly as Ace stuck out his elbow for you to grab. “Wanna see how many hotdogs I can scarf down outside?” You raised an eyebrow at him but looped your arm with his either way.

“I bet you won’t go over ten.” You lightly teased him, bumping your elbow into his side, causing his tail to wag rapidly behind him. “Let’s make it a bet then!” He retorted back as you idly wondered how he was controlling his tail like that, you both headed out to the backyard. The “backyard” per se, was actually just the vast land in the back that opens up into a forest. Tables, chairs, lights, and a whole bar-be-que set were all set up for the party. Including a hot-dog eating contest on the side, Ace led you right to it, his stomach rumbling quite loudly as the smokey and savory aroma invaded your nose.

Ace was practically drooling by the time you both reached the table. A shirtless guy with a chainsaw for a head was taking in contestants. “Yo, my man! Let me join in too!” They dapped each other up in greeting. “You lookin’ to suck down some schlongs? You came to the right place, sign up right here and the contest starts in about 5 minutes!” Chainsaw guy gave Ace a clipboard with the sign-up sheet, and he started yelling for the other contestants to gather up.

Ace gives you a wink, unhooking his arm from you and going to sit down at the table. “Make sure to root for me, alright, Little Red?” You roll your eyes but smile softly at him, feeling a warmth start to bloom in your chest. The other contestants all sit down as well, getting ready to feast as piles of hotdogs are placed in front of them. Chainsaw guy counted down from five and blew his whistle, signaling the contestants to start chowing down. Ace quickly grabbed a hotdog in each hand and shoved them in his mouth, the wienerwursts disappearing in the blackhole of his stomach one after the other. Ace’s pile of hotdogs was gone in minutes.

He even started taking hotdogs from the other contestant’s pile, only to get reprimanded by the Chainsaw guy. You belly laughed at the display, watching the people sitting next to Ace give up and push their piles to the wolf man anyway. Later on, it was less of a competition and more of the crowd just cheering on Ace as he kept on wolfing down dog after dog. Some watched in awe and some watched in disgust, you were a mixture of both, the ringing of a bell signals the contest’s end.

People cheered and one even puked on the grass, Ace threw his arms up in the air and started flexing, sending winks and heart signs your way. “That was all for you, Little Red!” He ends his declaration with a loud howl, other party goers got affected by his enthusiasm and joined in as well and you could swear that actual wolves in the forest were howling along in the back. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as the howls began to die down, something about the way Ace’s voice timbered out from deep in his chest made you wary and scared….

You push down those uneasy feelings when Ace saunters up to you, his hand on his hips as he bows down with a lopsided grin on his face. His fangs glint under the light of the moon, his voice lightly rasps out; “So, what’cha think? I definitely ate more than ten, am I right?” You snort, pushing at his broad chest softly; “I think you ate enough to feed a whole country.” Ace’s grin only got wider at your comment, his tail sweeping the ground behind him; “So that means I won the bet, right?” He slung his arm around your shoulder and one on your hip pulling you in close, putting his lips right next to the shell of your ear.

Even making his voice a pitch deeper as it rumbles down straight to your core; “Cause, I think I want you as my prize for winning the contest and the bet, Little Red.” This time, you couldn’t suppress the shiver that came up your spine, just now taking notice of how big Ace’s hands were, and they were even equipped with pointed nails painted black to look like claws. They point into your sides, sharp but not painful like a warning of what he could do if he added just a bit more pressure.

Your breath gets caught in your throat as you try to quip back with a sarcastic retort, as Ace lowers his head down on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath of your scent, his nose poking at the fabric of your red hood, you could feel his fangs come out a bit as they start to dig in, making you yelp loudly. You push Ace away much harsher this time, your heartbeat going a mile a minute, your face flushed as red as your hood, Ace stumbles back from the impact, his head facing downwards so you couldn't see his expression. You could only hear a heavy growl arising from Ace’s throat when he looked back up at you.

His pupils turned into slits as they appeared to almost glow from the angle he was leering at you from. You took a couple of steps back, your voice coming out in a small whisper; “A-ace?”. But that was enough for Ace to snap back from whatever was happening to him. Shaking his head and slapping his own cheeks roughly twice, his eyes went back to normal when they landed on you once more. He reaches out a hand towards you, but upon seeing you flinch back away from him, his ears fall down, pressing flatly against his head.

His tail also hangs limp, tucked between his legs. “Little Red, I am so so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I swear!” He pressed his hands down flat on his sides, noticing how you were warily eyeing them, his shoulders hunching down and his head droop down as well. Trying his best to make himself seem as harmless and small as possible. “Little Red, are you still-” “I think I should go-” You both spoke at the same time; “Ah, Sorry you go first-” “No, you should-” You both cut off each other once again, you began to speak once more, not finding the courage to look at Ace directly while you spoke.

“I-I’m gonna go get a drink. By myself!” You added the last sentence in a hurry when you saw Ace take a step forward to follow you. Tugging on your hood’s strings nervously, eyes flicking over to Ace’s form to gauge his reaction, Ace only lets out a pitiful whine at your words. Stopping his trek towards you either way, you didn’t wait for him to start speaking again as you quickly turned around and sprinted across the other side of the backyard.

Your heart pounding in your chest, recalling the predatory look on Ace’s face, the abnormally deep growl he made, and the feeling that you were caught in the maw's of a great beast. You jogged all the way up to the mini bar stationed in the backyard, the bartender gives you a worried look; “Hey, you feeling alright there?” When you went to reply with a “I’m fine.” what came out instead was a painful wheeze. You kneel over, coughing out your poor lungs in front of the bartender, who came over to pat you on the back and offer you some water.

You felt the stares of some onlookers, but they were quickly shooed away by the bartender. When you finally felt like you had coughed up everything your body had to offer, he helped you up back on your feet. You swayed a bit and crashed into his side, he was quick to steady you though. Wrapping an arm around your waist and letting you lean on him, “Woah there, just lean on me, alright? And, drink this too.” He pushed the cup of water near your face, letting you dip your head down so you could take a few sips. The cold crisp water hitting your suffering lungs, made things a little bit better. You gulped down until the cup was empty and gave a huge relieved sigh.

Your heart rate calmed down by this point, you felt like you could breathe normally again. The bartender still held on to your side, smiling gently at you; “Finally some color back in those cute cheeks of yours, haha. I think I’m gonna have to cut you off from any more drinks tonight, miss.” His tone light and teasing, your heart didn’t flutter like it did with Ace though. You managed to give him a smile back, hoping it didn’t show your true emotions.

You shrug off his arm from your waist, giving him another small thanks, however the bartender grabbed onto your arm to stop you from leaving. “Hey, you’re just gonna leave just like that?” He frowned, his grip on your arm tighten up; “I think it my duty as a bartender, to look after drunk girls like you, you know..” You felt bile rise up when he licked his lips at you, you pulled on your captured arm. “Let go of me!” You yelled, looking around to see if there was anyone who would come to help, but the crowd got denser and drunker as the night moved on and the music was deafening.

A hand was placed over your mouth when you tried to scream for help again, you felt yourself getting pulled away from the crowd, you struggled and kicked behind you but the anxiety and exhaustion from before caught up with you. His hand moved a bit downward as he was trying to keep you still, you took this opportunity to bite down on it. He screamed and let you go for a moment but swiftly yanked you back by grabbing on to your red hood.

Tears fell down your cheeks as the collar of the hood started to choke you a bit from how hard he was pulling back on it. Your vision got blurry from all the tears and lack of air, so you didn’t get to see Ace land a dropkick on the bartender, sending him crashing through some tables. As you were gasping for air once more and trying to get your vision to clear, all you heard was grunting and growling. Your eyes cleared up and you got back on your feet to find a small pack of people crowding around something.

You stood on your toes to look over someone’s shoulders to find Ace beating the absolute shit out of the bartender. Blow after blow was dealt, you heard someone leave to puke, you almost puked yourself hearing a sickening crunch of bones being broken. Ace’s hands were bloodied and the guy beneath him stopped moving a while ago it seemed, but everyone watching was too afraid to try to stop Ace. His hair and fur on his tail were frenzied and wild, he stopped beating on the guy and stood up, wiping the blood on his bare chest, taking in a deep breath of air and immediately swinging his head around to meet with your eyes.

You couldn’t hear him from this distance but you could see his lips move to say “Little Red…” and your heart froze up, fortunately your legs did not freeze as they turned and ran as they could. Right in the vast thicket of the forest, you did not care how tired you were, you just wanted to get away from everyone, from the stupid party you got dragged to, from that creepy guy, and from Ace. He wasn’t normal, no, from everything that you saw from him tonight, your mind concluded that he was either on a lot of drugs or wasn’t human.

The moonlight helped illuminate your path forward, deeper and deeper into the forest. You were sure the forest wasn’t this big before, but your plan of cutting through the forest back home is starting to seem like a bad idea now. You stopped for a quick breath, looking at your surroundings for any sign of a landmark. Only to find the same amount of trees on either side, you weren’t even sure which way the party was now. Silently cursing to yourself, you pulled out your phone to see if there was at least a signal to call for help.

Crack

Your head whipped around trying to find the source of the noise, trembling slightly as you voiced out in the darkness. “He-hello? Who’s there?” ... Nothing answered back; only the sound of more leaves and branches crunching and cracking was heard as you strained your ears to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. As a figure began to emerge from the darkness and into the moonlight, you decided that waiting to see who it was was a dumb idea, so you quickly ran again.

Your legs and chest were screaming at you; your muscles were sore, but you kept pressing on. The adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins help you run just a little bit further each time you think you are going to pass out. Your ears picked up on noises coming directly behind you—the sounds of branches being broken, someone tramping down on the dirt, and a strange low huffing—all invaded your senses as you kept on running.

You didn’t dare look behind you, not caring where you were heading; you just needed to get away from whatever was chasing you. Yet fate decided to have some fun with you, making you trip on the soft dirt, landing directly on your face. You scrambled to get back on your feet, only to be pushed down by someone much larger than you. Their hot breath ghosted over the scuff of your neck, and their hands gripped tightly on your waist as you felt them press their body right up against your back.

“Little Red…”

Your blood ran cold, and a numbing chill went up your spine, freezing your entire body. You know that nickname, that voice... “Ace…?” You get a guttural growl in response, and Ace’s dips down to press his lips on the back of your neck. His claws dig into your plushness when you yelp and try to squirm away from his searing kisses. Each press of his lips on your bare skin burns straight down to your core. His fangs graze over the fabric of your cheap costume, and another growl comes out, more annoyed that the cloth was keeping him away from your sweet flesh.

One hand lets go of your waist to tear at your clothes with his claws, easily ripping the fabric apart with one finger. The chilling night air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to run down your spine. Only to get replaced by the fervent heat of Ace’s tongue licking down your back. A shameless groan came from Ace as he continued to nip and slobber on your skin: “Fuck… Little Red, you taste so good.. So good..” Ace’s head was swimming; all rational thoughts left the window when he saw you get manhandled by that shitty bartender.

Then the chase through the woods? Oh, Ace thought it was so fun, he could have easily caught you when you passed the first thicket of trees, but his instincts enjoyed the hunt, the wait, and the stalking. Seeing you so helpless, sweat pouring down your skin, your scent emitting an enticing mixture of fear and lust. Of course, that's what Ace thought anyway: that this chase was all part of the game and that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. That's why you were shaking so much, right? In excitement?

Your tears were probably just for show, not that he cared either way. Something about seeing your face covered in tears, your cute lips quivering into a pout. He wanted to make a blubbering mess out of you, the idea made his pants all the tighter. He rutted against you, his bulge rubbing right on your ass. Grunting as he pushes up your flimsy skirt, growling when the wind keeps pushing it back down again, he decided to just tear it to shreds anyway.

With one hand pushing down your back, he moves his other hand to move your legs apart enough for his hand to rub on your panties, his forefingers going right in the middle, teasing your clit and digging in with his claws just enough to make you worry. You tried to squirm away, knees grating on the dig, your hands trying to grab on, whether it was for a weapon or for balance—you didn't know at this point. Your mind just screamed at you to get away, but Ace wasn’t going to let that happen. Even if the chase was fun, he was getting impatient at this point; he needed you badly.

He easily dragged you back by the thighs, pushing your ass back right on his face. You squealed, feeling his tongue trace the outline of your folds, pushing your panties in as far as it could. You let out a high-pitched and embarrassed whine when Ace takes a huge inhale, his nose right in the middle of your wet panties, practically breathing in your scent into his veins. Getting even drunker from his actions, you scramble as hard as you can, your nails digging in the soft dirt, your legs shaking, but Ace's grip on you was tight, and he wasn’t going to give you even an inch of freedom.

Using his sharp teeth, Ace gently bit down on the edge of your panties, making sure not to hurt you even in his frenzied stage. He pulled back on it, tearing a small hole in your underwear. He repeated this action until your pussy was exposed to him. “Ace.. do-don’t.” Your quiet and pathetic pleads fell on deaf ears, as Ace immediately dove in, his tongue lapping up all your sweet arousal. Loud groans bubbled up from his throat, his tongue slobbering all over your folds, drool flying out from how fast his tongue was lapping on you.

You squeaked out moans of your own; it was sloppy, but Ace had a large, hot tongue that hit in all the right places. Anytime his tongue sloppily hits your clit, your body gives a little shake, and your hands clenched into fists as you try to fight off the feeling of pleasure from this action. The vulgar slurping noises coming from this were deafening to you in the quiet night air. “Fu-fuck!” Your eyes almost rolled back when Ace shoved his tongue inside of you, the wet muscle working its way to a sweet spot.

It was thick and long enough to almost fill you up like a cock would; it only succeeded in making you crave something bigger to fill you up, even though you might deny that at the moment. You felt your stomach start to get tight, and your thighs shook and shook as Ace was unrelenting in tongue-fucking you. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as your body gave up and released all over Ace’s face. Your juices cover his cheek and chin, as he happily slurps up all the rest coming from you.

He pulls back with a satisfied hum, standing back on his knees so he can pull down his pants and wring out his hard cock. You were panting and trying to recover from that orgasm when you felt his tip rub against your folds. Your mind went into fight mode again, kicking and screaming at him, but it was no use. Ace leaned back down over you, his chest covering your entire frame and his mouth placed directly next to your ear as he grabbed his cock and slowly began to push it inside. Just the tip was enough to stretch you out; “Shush… It’s ok, just trust me, Little Red.” He grunts into a soft growl, finally feeling his cock get engulfed by your tight hole. “I know you wanted this too… I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I-nghh-I’ll mark you tonight and you’ll be-hahhh-my mate forever.”

You barely register his words and their meaning when he completely thrusts his cock into you, his hips slapping harshly on your ass. Taking a moment to enjoy how your pussy was already trying to milk him dry, so tight, wet, and inviting. He moved his head down so his lips went on your pulse point on your neck, angling his hips back slowly, starting a slow thrust. Each time his cock fully went in, it made you choke on air from how it was completely filling you up. You barely had time to adjust to his length before Ace went at a faster pace.

Any inhabitants of the forest were subjected to listening to the lewd sounds of your moans, the slapping of skin on skin, and Ace’s deep growls and grunts. Your cute moans soon turned into a scream as Ace bit down on your neck, marking you and drawing blood, his hand clawing at the front of your shirt, ripping that apart as so he could grope at your chest. The stinging pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure made your brain short-circuit. Another orgasm was building up, as Ace let go of your neck and lapped up the blood, feeling you get even tighter, he started going faster.

“That’s it, Little Red. So fucking tight, I’m gonna breed this tight pussy. Hahhhh. You’re gonna look so good filled up with my pups.”

Wait, does that mean he was going to cum inside of you?! You tried to stop him but all that fell from your lips with a soft whimper, with a particularly hard thrust, you came once more, on his cock this time. Ace let your pussy squeeze him for all he’s worth, releasing his cum inside of you. The hot seed covered your walls and spilled out, Ace let out a tender whine, feeling his cock almost empty from this. But he wasn't done yet; no, he needed to make sure that you were going to take everything tonight.

He gradually pulls out his cock, whining at the loss of heat but quickly works as he flips you on your back. Now you were facing him for the first time since you entered the woods. The feral look in Ace’s eyes made him seem like an entirely different person. He almost seemed a lot bigger than before. There was no time to think about that though, as he rammed his cock back inside you, causing more of his cum to spill out, but that’s ok, he was gonna fill up you again and again.

He folded your legs to your chest so he could hit at the right angles and made sure your pussy could hold all she could. Plap after plap of his hips hitting against yours, your body was just a toy for Ace to breed and use at this point, but he was anything but a selfish lover, gently rubbing at your swollen clit with the pad of his thumb, being extra careful not to use his claw. Giving you heated kisses on the side of your neck and praising you with every breath you take. You quickly came again, the sheer feeling of being overpowered like this, you were his now. No question about it, that what your mind told you at least, giving up and letting Ace do what he wants with your body.

“Hahhh-Fuck-Take it, take it all, Little Red.”

“I’ll take good care of you, you’ll be the perfect mate for me, our puppies-nghhh-are going to look so fu-fuckin cute, I swear.”

“Mine…mine….Mine…!”

Letting the pleasure overtake you, as he cream inside your pussy once more, this time he didn’t stop fucking you, the spillage of your own arosual and his cum made the squelching noise all the much louder. His cum overflowed onto your thighs, you were sure at this point that your pussy couldn’t hold that much anymore but Ace was determined to change that fact. Fucking into you deeper and deeper with every orgasm, you were stuck in this position… and did I forget to mention, that a fullmoon was happening tonight as well? Looks like you’re in for a long night.

#ace x reader #ace smut #one piece smut #one piece x reader #softy write #softy kinktober #tw noncon #₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ softy writes #kinktober 2023

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elainavoid · 9 months

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LN4 - Trouble Part 2

Hi everyone! It's me again! I am determined to make this a series, i think 5 or 6 parts would be enough but still, not sure. I am keeping the parts a bit short i know but mostly bc im not satisfied with them lmao. But at the end i post them anyways. So, i hope you enjoy this one! And if you haven't read the first part, go check it out! Please tell me what you think, feedbacks are always appreciated. Love you and enjoy <3

You were outside, sitting on a bench, under a streetlamp. Waiting for Lando to come pick you up. It wasn’t raining today, unlike the day you met. Your mind is lost in your thoughts. The first time you saw him, keeps coming up in your eyes. It wasn’t like you regretted it, but something just felt off. He never really told you about his personal life, you only had his number. But you didn’t mind it though. After a while of sitting, tapping your shoes on the concrete sidewalk, you saw a black car pulling around. As much as you tried to not to look at it, the feeling of unknowability made you uncomfortable. Still, you were waiting for Lando, patiently. And that’s when your phone screen lightened up. Even seeing his name on your screen made you smile. You answered the phone,

“Hi Lando”

“Hey sunshine, get in.”

Since that night, he would always call you sunshine. Your heart would flutter every time he called and texted you that nickname. It was cute.

On the other hand, at first you didn’t understand what he was saying. Get in? Get in what? So, you simply asked,

“What?”

You could hear Lando chuckling on the other side of the line, he would always laugh or smile at things you didn’t know.

“Get in the black car, that’s me.”

The car? That luxurious black car over there? You were not really surprised about that, the watch on his wrist you saw the other day, looked like an expensive item. But this, this car probably costed like something-million. You got up, your black dress was tight on your body. It definitely wasn’t your favorite piece in your wardrobe, but it looked cute on you, and this was supposed to be an official first date. So you decided to dress a little fancy. Slowly walking to the car, and you saw his smile as he rolled down the window. Wearing a white shirt and some silver chains. He had left the first two-three buttons open, that made you giggle a little. And he got out of the car, walking to you,

“Hi again” he said with a smile on his face, his accent was one of your favorite things. The first one? His eyes. They looked like the earth. You loved them.

“Hi pretty boy”

You replied in a flirty tone, his cheeks were getting kind of pink. You got him blushing. How cute was that? Looked like he was trying to say something, but words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth. He stuttered a little and eventually gave up. Opening the door for you, like a gentleman. You sat on the passenger seat, after Lando closed the door, you fixed your hair, looking at the rear mirror.

“You know, you don’t really have to do that, you are already stunning”

Smiling at his words and fastening your seatbelt, you looked at Lando while he started the car. He looked so comfortable and confident while driving, it made you think maybe he was in some sort of car business? Like owning a showroom or something. But he seemed a little young for that. It could’ve been his family business then.

“So, you like cars?”

You asked, trying to suppress the silence that annoyed you right now.

“Yeah, do you?”

He simply answered in a calm tone. Keeping his eyes on the road. He looked very fine right now, concentrated. You shrugged your shoulders, pouting your lips,

“Not very much. But I can guess this car is nice.”

He laughed, looking at you while smiling. Liked the fact that you wanted to know something he was good at.

“It is, it’s a Mclaren 720s. I think it is one of the best supercars.”

He seemed to enjoy and actually open up while talking. He started telling you about the facts and some features about the car. While all you did was nod and hum at his words, while all you did was to look at his hands. After a bit of talking and laughing, Lando entered a parking lot, smiling at you, getting out to open your door, again, cute. After you got out of the car and fixed your dress a little, he gave the car keys to valet for him to park. He got closer to you, putting his hand at your back, directing you to the entrance to the restaurant, Lando whispered to your ear.

“I don’t really wanna be seen, sorry about the parking lot thingy.”

You looked at him with a little confused face, he didn’t wanted to be seen? But why? Who was he?

“Oh that’s okay.”

You answered trying to keep it calm but inside, your body was burning with curiosity. You slowly walked to the grand door. Trying to not to fall, your long dress was okay, but the high heels? You weren’t used to wearing them, at the and of the day you were barista at a café, not a supermodel on a runway.

A host greeted you at the entrance, looking at Lando and saying,

“Your table is ready Mr. Norris.”

‘He must come here often then’ you thought. He didn’t even had to tell his name for them to check their list. It probably wasn’t his first time brining a girl here for a date. The place seemed very luxury, walls were mostly black, decorated with gold accents. The host walked you two to the table that was reserved. And when you looked out of the window, your view seemed like a paradise. You could see the stars shining in the night sky. Crescent moon looked like you could touch it if you were on your tiptoes. You sat down, smiling at him.

“So Mr Norris, tell me more about yourself.”

You spoke, trying to look serious but eventually smiling after your sentence.

He leaned down a little as much as he can. Speaking softly,

“What do you want to know about me miss?”

“Everything.”

#formula one #formula one x you #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula one x y/n #formula one imagine #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x yn #fanfic #mclaren f1 #mclaren racing

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starlightandfairies · 2 years

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Party Mess ~Billy Hargrove~

Description: The reader is at a party and can't find Billy for a little while. Becoming an open target for the party-goers, ability to ignore everything around them. Billy and the reader are already dating.

Warnings: Swearing, hints that the reader is female doesn't really state gender, angst, fluff, soft Billy,

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,378

First Person's POV

I wasn't really into parties, yet this wasn't too bad.... yet anyway. Unlike all the other girls, I didn't wear some short costume that showed half of my arse or have my breasts basically popping out. I just did something simple, dressing as Wednesday Addams from the series, despite how old the show was, it gave me an opportunity to be in a costume that was simple to put together and wear something that I was comfortable with wearing. I sipped on a bottle of water I carried around, as I didn't want to drink alcohol and get wasted surrounded by a bunch of people that wouldn't care if I got hurt.

I was looking for Billy, knowing he'd be near a keg or playing some other game that involves alcohol. Billy and I had been dating for a little while. We were taking things slow, so that meant we hadn't said 'I love you' yet or had our first kiss or had sex. What I was happy about, was that Billy was happy with taking it slow and that he was fully committed to our relationship. As I was looking for Billy, someone grabbed my arm and pushed me up against the wall. I glared at whoever took my arm, gasping as I saw a guy who was clearly wasted.

"Hey, wanna go upstairs for a fuck?" I groaned in disgust, pushed past him and went into the kitchen to take some food. The same guy was following behind me, I rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen. Not bothering to deal with this shit, the stairs were blocked and everyone was grinding up against each other as they danced around. I knew no one else here, Billy begged me to come, he wanted to dance with me and show me off, I guess? Billy loved being with me, he loved telling people that I'm his girlfriend and Billy still had a boyish side to him, yet he would kick anyone's arse if they said he scored me or anything that objectified me.

Total cliché for someone like me, who had no social standing in high school but as I was walking in my search for Billy, I was shoved into the food and 'punch' stand due to some guys roughhousing. The music stopped, and everyone stared at me, no one going to make a move to help me. I pushed myself up, wincing slightly, at the ache that already filled my body. Everyone made a pathway for Billy, they stared at him in fear as he searched to see what was going on. Billy's eyes landed on me, I walked over to him and took him out of the room before he could start yelling at everyone.

Billy held onto me tightly but in a gentle sort of way, I smiled at him reassuringly, hoping he'd see that I was fine.

"Darling, are you okay?" He asked worriedly once we made it outside, he cupped my face in his hands, examining me to see if I was injured or wanted to cry.

"I'm fine, Billy, I promise. Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you?" Billy hugged me, not caring that all the gunk on me was passing onto his clothes.

"I was waiting for the bathroom, I'm sorry, darling." Billy had worry fill his eyes, he took his jacket off, revealing his bare chest and placed it on me. His jacket was large enough that it covered most of me, it was past my knees and went over my wrists. Billy rolled the sleeves up for me, giving me a caring smile followed by a cheeky wink, I giggled at the boy as he began doing a silly dance to cheer me up.

"So, you'll fuck him, but you turn me down! Whore!" The boy stumbled across the two of us and pushed me in frustration. BIlly's eyes darkened, he glared at the guy and sucker-punched him square in the jaw, I didn't really know what to do and Billy already went to town on this guy.

"She's my girlfriend! You fucking call her that again and I swear I will make sure you are fucking dead! If you even think of her, I will make sure you won't be able to show your face in town ever again!" Billy threw a couple more punches in before he took my hand and led me to the car. He kept one hand on the wheel, and one hand on my knee as he drove me home. Billy sat on my bed as I showered, getting all the food and alcohol out of my hair and skin.

I came into my room, dressed in Billy's more laid-back clothes that I 'borrowed' from him, he looked up at me and smiled once he saw how 'cute' I always looked dressed in his clothes. He'd always tell me I looked cute in his clothes and that I showed 'borrow' a little more frequently I gave Billy a clean towel, blushing as he hugged me on his way to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I laid in bed, tucking myself under the covers, waiting for Billy to come back out of the bathroom.

I didn't have to wait that long as Billy came out and plonked beside me, humming gently as he pulled me into his arms and rubbed my arms gently.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" I shook my head, knowing he referred to the party, Billy hated me being around when he got into the fights but there were times when he couldn't hold back.

"No, I'm just glad I have you by my side." He chuckled and started subconsciously doing my hair. He actually did my plaits for the costume and prided himself in being able to add his own touch to the outfit I wore.

"Are you okay, darling?" He whispered, I could feel the bruises on my skin from being knocked into the table and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay, promise." I looked up at him, giggling as he scrunched his face up and held onto him as he held me. What I quickly learnt, was that Billy liked physical contact and that he showed that in his love language. Billy's number one goal when it comes to me is to make sure that I'm always happy and comfortable with what we are doing and never go across the limits when it comes to physical touch. He knows where I don't like being touched, for example, I'm not the biggest fan of having my behind slapped so he won't do it.

"I love you, I hope you know that, I hate seeing you get hurt and I hope you know that you're the greatest thing that happened to me. Y/N, I love you to the point that no one has ever known." It stunned me at first to hear him say those three words but soon I turned into a giddy mess who couldn't control the giggles escaping my mouth.

"I love you too, Billy, you're perfect for me and I wish you knew that you're better than what you give yourself credit for. You are just amazing, I can promise you that." Billy held me closer to his chest, my ear resting on his chest and I could hear the thumping of his heart. I love hearing his heartbeat and I love being able to hear the changes in pattern whenever we do something together. The boy cuddled with me as we lay in bed, holding me close to his chest as he stared into my eyes, Billy always had a habit of making sure I had more of the blanket than what he did. He ran warm, so he didn't need them as much but still prefers the feeling of having that weight on top of him.

"I'm taking you to the movies tomorrow, we can watch that rom-com that you wanted to see."

"Thanks, Billy."

"Anything for you darling."

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moodymisty · 2 months

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Hi! Ive read most of your darksiders content and I absolutely LOVE. IT.

I wanted to ask if you could write some smut for death? And while hes gentle with it to not hurt the fem! Reader he kinda cant cope on like how soft the reader is (as in,stroking his hair,telling Him nice things,checking every once in a while to see if hes comfortable) andhe knows she does that because she cares about him and the moment being so vulnerable he kinda cracks a little (what I mean by that is that he lets it show accidentally how positively overwhelmed he feels by her love)

Honestly,i just want death to feel loved.

Anyway,take your time and thanks in advance yo!.

Author’s Note: Let Death have a moment of peace and happiness, he deserves it. I love your prompt and did with it what I could while trying to keep it in line with what Death would allow. Because I feel like he would find some things demeaning, even if it's someone being caring.

Relationships: Death/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, Death being a bitter git but not much else

The first thing you hear over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears and labored breathing, is Death asking if you are well.

He always tries to be gentle- though not as much this time- even if he isn’t meant for it. It almost makes you smile.

“I should be asking you that too,” You say between breaths. Your skin brushes against his, significantly cooler. He gives a short grunt that you could consider a laugh, given who it's coming from.

“Is that because I’m old?”

You give Death the worst glare you can muster, rolling on your side closer to him in order to do so.

“Now isn’t the time for age jokes, Death.”

The Reaper gives you a dry chuckle, ignoring the way tour hands push down on the mattress beside him in order to push your torso upward. He does little more than cross his arms as he leans against the headboard. You wouldn’t call it casual- not relaxed either- but he is more at ease than usual.

“A pity then. I thought it was a good one.”

He distinctly ignores the irritation in your face as you come closer, now leaning over his torso to look him better in the eyes.

He’s still wearing the mask. It shadows his eyes and gives them an almost ghostly, glowing look. You’d never have the heart to ask him about taking it off, now knowing what it means. He’ll decide when, if ever.

It’s not as if it’s a hindrance for him, as he’s demonstrated.

“You need to just let someone care about you without turning it into an insult.”

As if he would ever; The reaper is clearly displeased with that statement, until you start to shift and rise upward. You get up onto your knees, moving until your straddle him at the hips. You sit down gently. Death looks at you, his height advantage making it so he doesn’t even have to look up at you.

He can feel your hands against his skin, scarred underneath your palms. He snatches one of your wrists before you've even moved more than few centimeters.

“Are you done fooling around?” He halfheartedly jokes, looking at you with a bemused and irritated expression. You tug your hand, and the reaper lets it go. You know he could easily not let you, but he's always been careful with it.

“Not yet.”

While Death might not always acquiesce on all of your silly, human ideas, he does here- much to your surprise. Maybe it's because this time he actually doesn't know what idea it is.

Though in reality it isn't one at all; It's just a fit of the moment desire to get Death to stop acting this way for once.

He continues to let you lay against him, gently pressing a kiss to the scratched and worn texture of his mask and the bit of his exposed jaw beneath it. He doesn't move, you feel his hair brush against your skin. You're surprised he's even allowed it this far, at least without complaint. Though when it comes to things a bit more complicated than you just being a tad annoying, Death tends to get almost eerily silent.

Your skin brushes against his more, you've yet to put any clothes on and the heated flush of your body presses against his significantly colder skin. You kiss his jaw again and he lets out a sigh.

As your body slides downward you can feel him tense underneath you, and though he doesn’t say a thing, you can tell that the idea of him being doted on is making him feel almost anxious. Any time you have in the past he's either masterfully turned the tables on you, or managed to distract you enough that you'd forgotten your original idea.

This time however, you aren't going to let that happen.

You can’t help but let out a shaky sigh as your heart begins to race again, only minutes after it finally managed to calm down. It’s amusing how the horseman of Death can do that to you, with even just a simple touch of your own making.

He feels the way you gently grind against him, looking at him like he’s the only thing in your world that matters. For you it’s true, but for him he dreads it. He knows nothing good will come of it, despite how good it might feel right now.

He grips your hip tight like it’s going to bruise. He can feel the warmth of your skin against his palm, polar opposite to him.

“Stop.”

He doesn’t mean it, his voice cracks just the tiniest bit. You stop, but look at him in a way that forces his eyes to advert away from you. You hate the way he so adamantly refuses to let himself feel any sort of positive affection even though it's clear he wants it, and so wish to change it. Even if he'll only let you do so for one night.

“Let someone else take the reins for a bit.”

#im not super proud of this one and feel like i could write it differently but whats done is done and i cant rewrite it anymore #death reader darksiders #darksiders death x reader #darksiders death/reader #darksiders x reader #darksiders death x you #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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morningsofgold · 2 months

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Idk if your still doing fic requests but maybe one where one of Vox’s/Val’s “top” workers are harassing her and catcalling her and she’s just been putting up with it because she knows it would be a Hassle to replace them. But when Vox and Val find out they get pissed and protective?

Love this, anon! Jsyk I'm interpreting the "her" here as Velvette; I hope you like it! Blanket reminder that this is fiction and I don't condone the actions of the Vees or think that Vox and Val are secretly chivalrous, but I DO think that if anyone crossed Velvette it would be open season.

“Hey babe. Got a minute?”

Velvette’s shoulders tensed up around her ears. She was standing on one of Valentinos’ heavily perfumed and gaudily lit sets, outfitted to look like a 1980s high rise penthouse. The script was as rushed and thrown-together as any other of Valentino’s projects, but the storyline had something to do with a high powered businesswoman releasing a little after-work stress with one of her assistants. Something something “long, hard day in the office” something something “let’s get comfortable on the couch”, wash, rinse, repeat.

Velvette had only been half-paying attention to the plot, as she was on set to photograph the performers in action wearing some of her latest designs. Sure, she could make one of her employees do it, but why leave artistry to the plebians?

“Hey,” the voice cooed again. “I’m trying to have a conversation here.”

Velvette chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep from snapping at him.

Fucking Rio.

“Can I help you?” She asked, studiously flipping through the shots she had captured with her phone camera.

A black-clawed finger pushed the phone down impatiently. Velvette scowled up at her unwelcome guest. Rio was a tall, broad-shouldered succubus who was currently wearing little more than a collection of crisscrossing leather scraps and the pomade in his spiky hair. He was one of Valentino’s favorites, as he was infinitely flexible, indiscriminate when it came to picking sexual partners, and pretty much down for anything as long as the cameras were rolling. He made Valentino, and by extension the rest of the Vees, a metric ton of cash, so Velvette had thusfar played nice with him. But that didn’t mean she liked him.

“What did you think of the show?” Rio asked, smiling with all his sharp teeth. He had declined to put on a robe after his scene. He was convinced he was Satan’s gift to demonkind, and he was a bit of exhibitionist about it. Not that Velvette was judging. She just wasn’t interested.

“Riveting,” Velvette said flatly. “You’ll be up for an award.”

“Really?” Rio said, brightening.

“No,” Velvette said, returning to her phone.

“Come on babe,” he said, leaning on the wall she was standing against. Most of the other actors and crew members had already dispersed, and Velvette was suddenly aware that she was functionally alone with Rio. Something she generally avoided at all costs. “Don’t play hard to get.”

“You’re the only one playing games. Fuck off, Rio.”

“I love it when you act mean. Why don’t you come back to my dressing room with me and help me rehearse this next scene? I’m sure you’re a natural.”

Velvette just stared at him, trying to reduce him to ash with her gaze. The fact that Rio even had a dressing room was a testament to Valentino’s favoritism, and all the proof Velvette needed that she probably shouldn’t cause a scene over one of Val’s cash cows making a pass at her. Still, she seriously considered gutting Rio with the switchblade tucked down her boot. Just for the satisfaction of it.

“I’m sure you’ll manage fine on your own,” she said. “Your type would rather rehearse with their own reflection in the mirror anyway.”

“But things are always so much interesting with a scene partner,” Rio said, and would would have been bad enough, but then he actually took Velvette’s hand by the wrist and pressed it against the chiseled plane of his abs. “You sure you won’t change your mind?”

Velvette nearly blacked out from rage. She was so taken aback she didn’t even snatch her hand away, just stood there with Rio’s fingers around her wrist, agog at his sheer audacity. Then, like lightning, she came back to herself.

“If you don’t let me go in two seconds,” she hissed. “I swear on my own grave I’ll–”

“RIO!”

Rio jumped back, the smile dropping like a lead weight from his face. Valentino was staring him down from across the set, drawn up to his full imposing height. Valentino had a talent for slouching and lounging around in a way that made him look less threatening when it suited his ends, but he could also command a room at the drop of a dime.

“Valentino,” Rio babbled, putting six feet between himself and Velvette. “Hey man, I didn’t know you were still on set, I–”

“Bitch baby,” Velvette muttered under her breath. She had zero respect for people who couldn’t stand by their own bad behavior. If you were going to be a shit, you should commit to the bit.

“And you think that's the green light for feeling up on my business partner?” Valentino asked, crossing to Velvette’s side with long strides.

“No, Val, I mean, no sir! We were just having a friendly conversation, I didn’t–”

“You alright Velvette?” Valentino asked, holding up a hand to silence Rio.

Velvette rolled her eyes.

“I’ve got this handled," she said. "Don’t ruin your reputation by defending my honor.”

“It’s not about honor, babydoll, it’s about respect.” He took a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette and draped one of his wings around Velvette’s shoulders. It was surprisingly heavy and warm. “You don’t respect Velvette, Rio?”

“Absolutely I do! I would never–”

Valentino leaned down until he was eye to eye with Rio, who was visibly shaking. Velvette scoffed. Amateur.

“Get the fuck out of my sight,” Valentino said.

Rio disappeared so fast he practically left a trail of smoke in his wake.

“That was unnecessary,” Velvette said, tapping away on her phone. "Get a little thrill from playing the hero for a change?"

“You sure you're alright?” Valentino asked, his expression softening slightly. Velvette knew damn well that Valentino only cared because Velvette was an intrinsic gear in the ever-turning machine that kept Valentino paid and supplied with new talent and copious amounts of drugs, but she also knew him well enough to know when he was faking it. He was genuinely pissed on her behalf.

“Fine, fine,” she said, shrugging off his wing. Valentino replaced it immediately, and Velvette gave up on fighting it. It wasn’t like there were many people around to see the display of affection anyway, otherwise Valentino wouldn’t be doing it.

Valentino pulled out his phone and switched it on to speaker, waiting impatiently for whoever was on the other end to pick up.

"I'm busy," Vox snapped through the phone. This was generally how he picked up.

"Not anymore you're not," Valentino replied. “Some dipshit put his hands on Velvette.”

"What?" Vox thundered. Velvette could practically see his screen short-circuiting through the phone.

"It was Rio."

"One of yours?"

"Not anymore he's not."

"Vox, I'm fine," Velvette said into the speakerphone. "He just got handsy and Valentino told him off."

"Can I kill him?" Valentino asked impatiently.

"Why are you asking me if he's one of yours?" Vox asked.

"Because he's the spokesman for one of your commercials, remember? Toothpaste or condoms or some shit, I can't keep track of it."

"Are you kidding? Pretty faces are a dime a dozen. String him up and send me someone else. And Velvette, take the rest of the day if you want to. Go take a bubble bath or make an intern cry or whatever it is that makes you happy."

"Thanks, Voxxy," Valentino said in that nauseatingly sweet voice. With that, he ended the call.

"What do you want in return for doing me the favor of getting rid of Rio?" Velvette asked suspiciously. Valentino grinned down at her, batting his lashes over the rim of his glasses.

"Can't I help out an old friend?"

"Cut the crap, Val."

Valentino sighed and turned to take Velvette's shoulders in his hands. His grip was light, not punishing. When he spoke, it was devoid of his usual flippancy.

"He's replaceable, Velvette. You're not. You, me, Vox, we're a perfect triangle. We all lean on each other. So I make sure you get what you need so I can get what I need, got it?"

"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Velvette said sarcastically, but there was a glimmer of truth in it.

"Don't start spreading nasty rumors about me," Valentino said. Then he straightened up and looked over his shoulder, murder in his eyes. "And now if you don't mind I'm going to go make that sack of shit wish he'd never been born."

"Can I come?" Velvette said, her mood brightening considerably. "It's been weeks since I tortured anyone."

"Of course, babydoll," Val said, bowing at the waist and sweeping his hand towards her. "Ladies first."

#velvette #vox #valentino #hazbin hotel #the vees #staticmoth #hazbin hotel fanfiction #answered asks

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tenaciousduckpoetry · 10 months

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ii. Caught in a Web

Previous Chapter here

Warnings: angst, reader isn't a good person, gender neutral, alluding to reader being morally grey, potential love triangle

A/n: 42 Miles is in bold.

"I just need to get home-"

You rolled your eyes.

"My dad is going to die!"

"And?" Your voice was filled with venom. Miles was so desperate. You were beginning to enjoy the pleading, panicked look in his eyes when he finally realised that you could care less in the moment. You offered a small smile, yet it wasn't comforting. "It's not my problem if your fucking dad dies." Your words came out harsh. The mention of Miles' dad had you glancing towards the other Miles, your Miles. He was hard to read, but with his brows furrowed and lips turned down, head tilted up, you knew your comment affected him in one way or another. You attempted to change the subject away from his dad. "You still haven't told us why you're here, Miles."

There was another flash of panic. What would happen if he mentioned the multiverse? The fact that there were people after him, lots of people whom would probably mistake the other Miles for himself. "I already told you! Please, I'm just trying to get home!" He groaned out, growing frustrated and annoyed, "I was trying to get home, and I ended up in the wrong universe." He finally admitted.

You weren't surprised. You figured that much out already. From the moment you saw him, to the moment you punched him in the face. Why else would Miles have a doppleganger? You seemed to be lost in your thoughts for a moment when your Miles spoke up.

"You work for someone?" He rose a brow, glancing towards the spandex suit his carbon copy was wearing before looking back into his eyes.

"No- no. Yes? No. Maybe." He stumbled over his words. "Listen, a bunch of other people like me are going to come find me. So, if you don't let me go you both are going to get in the middle of it." He tried to reason.

It looked as if you weren't listening, a cloudy look in your eyes. You were studying Miles so intensely. It felt like you had known him your whole life, and while you had known him in his universe, you didn't here. The feeling was uncomfortable and unexpected, something that left you with a subtle sense of curiousity to learn more about this undiscovered version of your best friend.

"Is our- sorry, your dad.. y'know?"

You quickly looked up to Miles, seeing the hesitant look in his eyes before he nodded. "Yeah. Place has gone to shit ever since." Miles frowned. "Mamá has been picking up more shifts at the hospital too." He figured as much. Maybe Miles wasn't as bad as he originally thought?

All while chatting up a storm with the alternate version of himself and you, he was working on the ties that held him to the punching back. He had gotten them loose enough to tug now. All Miles wanted was to get out of the restricting ropes that were now burning his wrists.

Your eyes ran from his face down to his arms. You then turned to your friend. "We could untie him.." you whispered, "What's he going to do anyway? He doesn't have a phone or a watch.. he can't contact anyone. Maybe he can help?"

You watched as his eyes widened. You were right. He couldn't contact anyone, and even if he wanted to fight his right shoulder was pretty banged up from his chase with Miguel. He heard the sigh that slipped past his doppelgangers frown and the quiet curse that followed.

They're going to let me go! The thought left as quickly as it came.

"Fuck. Okay."

You smiled.

"We're not letting you go. You're going to help us first, then we'll talk about freedom."

You knew he would agree with you, one way or another at the least. You moved around to where Miles was bound to the ever swaying punching bag. "You try anything and I'll hunt you down for sport, yeah?" Your words sounded so sincere, so Miles just agreed. He didn't want that to happen. Your hands brushed against his, inspecting the rope burn before you began to tug the loosened chords free.

Miles hissed as he fell to the floor, body glitching in a horrid fashion. Flashes of green, blue and red protruded from his body as he clutched his stomach. His mind flashed back to the moment of his first mission in Alchemex with Peter.

'Your cells are deteriorating as we speak. That must be so painful.'

Your brows raised and you almost felt pitiful. "You really aren't from here are you?" It was rhetorical. Your arm looped under his. You were quite strong, stronger than he expected as you helped pull himself up from the floor. There was a sudden urge to help him but you weren't entirely sure why. You chalked it up to the fact that he looked like your friend.

"What was that?" Miles spoke up. He looked at you and you almost went to open your mouth and answer until Miles beat you to it. "My atoms are deteriorating.." He sounded out of breath. Out of instincts you brought him over to the couch, helping him sit. For someone who had threatened to kill him just minutes earlier, you were being quite caring now.

Now being on the couch, Miles was able to finally take in his surroundings. Those speakers.. the purple couch, the red punching bag. This was his tio's place. "He's alive.." he muttered under his breath, eyes shutting for a moment to hold back any unshed tears that threatened to spill.

You and Miles squinted at him. Miles went to speak before there was a sudden knock at the door.

"I got it." You spoke quietly, nodding towards Miles who gave a small nod back. You walks towards the door as quietly as possible. You looked through the peep hole and your eyes widened. You turned back to Miles, shaking your head quickly.

"I know someone's in there!" The voice bellowed. That wasn't uncle Aaron's voice, Miles wasn't sure what to think anymore.

You moved back to Miles, watching as the other Miles stood up. You pulled your mask back over your face, watching as the two boys followed in suit.

"You take Miles. I'll take care of this." The prowler spoke, voice changed slightly deeper now that the mask was on.

"No- no. I'm not leaving you here. Something could happen-" Your sadistic tone from before turned into one of concern. So you really did care for him.. Miles smiled slightly, lost in his own thoughts until a bang came from the door. He jumped slightly. Why were his spider senses not helping?

"I'm not taking no for an answer. You need to watch Miles, make sure he doesn't try leaving just yet." He huffed out.

You went to object again, only to stop yourself halfway. You nodded. "Okay.. Be safe. Meet at the spot when you're done." You hummed.

You then turned towards Miles, your look sour again. You had practically began to drag him to the window. Shoving him onto the fire escape. He was shocked by your strength once again, however wasn't surprised at how pushy you were.

"You ready to fly?"

#hobie brown #dewdropwrites #x reader #astv headcannons #astv hobie #astv x reader #astv peter #astv miles #astv pavitr #astv spoilers #miles morales x reader #miles morales

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leigh-kay · 2 years

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Drunken Jealousy

-conrad fisher-

x reader

warnings// cursing, love so cute you want to sleep on the highway, drunken anger/frustration (no physical harm just yelling)

-youve spent your entire life growing up at the summer house w your brother and sister, steven and belly, and the fisher boys. youd long ago fallen for the charms of conrad fisher and one night, you find out he feels the same.

"Belly, Y/N, we're leaving your asses here if you aren't down here in five!" Steven shouted up.

"Don't worry Bells you know I won't let him leave ya." Jeremiah smiled at them, walking past the room with Conrad trailing behind him.

"Conrad, you're going?" Belly asked. Conrad had said he was staying in; something about being up early tomorrow to go surfing. He hadn't gone the last few days.

He backed up into the door frame and nodded, "only if the two of you finish getting ready before the party ends."

Y/N tried not to smile when she noticed Conrad wearing the bracelet she's got him a few years ago clinging to his wrist. He was eleven when she'd given it to him and it used to near fall off, but with age and a hell of a lot of football, Conrad had filled out the empty space.

"Tell Steven if he leaves us we'll walk and if we walk mom will fucking kill him." I offered, straightening out the skirt I was wearing.

"Language, you're not too big for Laur to lay into you too," Belly laughed and all Y/N could fo was roll her eyes.

"I'm not a kid anymore Con."

"Sure ya are. You two are twins and Belly's still a cry baby."

Belly swatted at him, chasing him down the stairs and out by the pool. Y/N followed after. She loved Conrad and Belly equally... But she was obviously rooting for Belly. He called them babies. If he ended up in the pool? Who cares.

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Conrad did end up in the pool, but so did Belly, and despite 'not caring' Y/N was the first one pool side with a towel for Conrad. Steven had been pissed that the two had to go and change but he waited nonetheless and soon after they took off.

Jere had called shotgun and so Conrad squeezed in the back with the girls. Y/N was just happy there was enough room in Jeremiah's jeep for them to comfortably sit. The idea of being pressed against Conrad had flashed through her mind but just as quickly she pushed it away. Conrad would sooner die before he thought of her that way.

The moment they'd arrives they split. Belly and Y/N were sitting with the Deb girls. Belly was the only one that paid them any attention though. Y/N couldn't have cared less about the Deb scene. Conrad was right when he said it was for sheeps.

Her focus stayed on the was Jeremiah kept glancing over from the couch. He waited approximately five minutes in between each glance and each time he locked eyes with Y/N.

He was drunk, she could tell. If not from how she'd watched him down a keg, from the way he just looked at her. Jere never looked at her like that. Like she was a girl. None of the boys did.

"Y/N, dont you think Conrad and Nicole are the cutest pair? I mean the way he looks at her is so precious." Gigi was probably the most annoying girl Y/N had ever had the displeasure of meeting; but that didn't stop the thin lipped smile she gave her anyways before nodding.

What she wanted to say was "Conrad hardly ever looks at Nicole in general, let alone like he cares about her. They won't even be as much as a fling next summer. He'll forget all about her. He does that with every girl he hooks up with."

But for one, thats not socially acceptable, and for two, then she'd have to admit she was just jealous. No one would care that much about the topic unless they were jealous. And she was.

"Speaking of..."

"Y/N, can you come here?" Conrad had grabbed her hand, giving her a tight look.

"Hey Connie, do you want a hit?" Nicole held out a joint she'd just been handed from one of the other girls.

His grip tightened in Y/N's hand, "Not now." He looked back at the girl in his grasp, "Can we talk. Now."

Belly wrapped her own fingers around Conrad's wrist, eyes narrowing, "Con let her go that looks like it's hurting her."

He looked to Y/N's face; she gave a helpless slow nod and he quickly dropped his grip. "I'm sorry," he swallowed, "y/n/n, please can we talk."

As the two of them left the group, the Deb's eyes followed them and so did their whispers. It seemed like everyone including her was wondering what had gotten Conrad so riled up.

When they reached the sand at the beginning of the beach, Conrad spoke again, "what the hell was that in there?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Those looks with Jeremiah? Like there was something going on?"

She had to fight a laugh, "Something going on? With Jere?"

"You two kept staring at each other and you know I'm not the only one that noticed? Steven was looking too."

"So why is it that you're the one asking? If we were something at all, which, were not, shouldn't it be Steven's grumpy ass scolding me on the beach?" She crossed her arms.

He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, "Oh so you're trying to tell me you and Jeremiah haven't been hooking up?"

"Conrad you're drunk and being a complete idiot. Of course I haven't been sleeping with Jere!"

"Then why the fuck was he looking at you like he owned you or something?"

"You're pissed that Jeremiah was looking protective of me when youre literally throwing a fit because you're being overprotective," Y/N shouted, "I'm not your sister and you're not my boyfriend either so just stop."

"Oh so now you're bringing that into things? Don't tell me you still have that stupid kid crush on me Y/N."

She smacked him. Full palm smacked him. And he knew he deserved it.

"Sober up and then fucking talk to me." She tried to storm off, she had turned and she fully intended on running back up to that house and asking Nicole to crash in her room for a bit. But then she heard him wretch, and she was right back at his side.

"Let it out Con... just don't get it on me."

He laughed as he wiped at his chin, "no promises y/n/n."

They looked at one another, the moment lasted almost too long, but she doubted she'd mind if he stared at her like that for the next 100 years.

"I'm sorry. I'm drunk and- jealous."

"Jealous?" she liked the sound of that.

He tugged at the bracelet, "I don't like that he looks at you like that."

"Jeremiah? He's mine and Belly's best friend Con of course he's looking out for us."

"It's not that anymore. Not for him," he sighed, "You and Belly look different this year..."

It took her a moment but she knew he was right, "We look like the girls he likes now. That's why he's been standing up for us to Steven about tagging along."

"I just don't like that he gives you that same fucking look. You're not like the people he hooks up with at a party youre the girls. Our girls."

"How does jealousy play into that?"

"Because I spent this entire party looking at you and you spent it making eyes with Jeremiah and I hate it."

"Seriously? God, you can't handle my attention drifting off of you for even one second Con- How is it fair that youre mad when you've ignored me practically all summer?"

He needed an answer he didn't have to offer. He couldn't ruin her summer like that. His mom hadn't wanted any of them to know.

"I have a lot going on right now. I didn't mean to ignore you guys. I never meant to upset you," he looked like he meant it. So why was she still so angry?

"That's not an apology Conrad."

"I'm sorry. Y/N/N, I am," his hand pushed at the hair the wind had blown out of place, "I didn't mean to be a dick but I was. I'm sorry."

She was still mad. She probably would've stormed off if he was one of her other friends. Hell, she probably would've done it even if it were Jeremiah. But he wasn't Jeremiah; or any other guy. He was Conrad.

And she knew that held more weight with her than it should.

"I'm sorry I hit you."

"Don't be. I kinda fucking deserved it."

Silence... And then laughter, "Yeah you kinda did."

And then they were right back to where they'd been all summer. Quiet. Ignoring. Staring at their feet as if they hadn't just gotten into a screaming match and then laughed about it.

Usually she was the one to grow sick of it. To leave or to talk, but for once, Conrad beat her to the punch, and she was grateful.

"I can't be what you think I am."

She didn't understand.

"What I think you are?"

"That guy. The one you've made up in your mind," her cheeks flushed, "you took my face and my name and made up a guy that I can't even try to be as good as."

Was Conrad Fisher really standing there telling her he couldn't measure up to what she wanted? Conrad Fisher was the only boy she'd ever wanted!

"That's not true," her head shook as she faced the beach.

"I just yelled at you for practically nothing all because I'm drunk and pissed at myself for not just caving and giving into what you've asked me for years."

"I never asked you anything."

He smiled, "Not out loud. But I knew. You know what I'm talking about Y/N."

She smiled back, even as she wasn't looking at him.

"Conrad do you know why I've," she cleared her throat, "liked you for so fucking long?"

Only now she met his eyes, "because I'm a pro at football."

She swatted his arm in annoyance, "No. I couldn't care less about how good you are at football. I don't care that you look romantic with wet hair or how tall you are or even that you look like that."

He watched her, curious, "Conrad I love how you used to let Belly and I tag along. And I love how you have weird inside jokes with my mom, and how you adore Susannah."

He swallowed, "And I love how you put passion into everything you do even if it's you being a total asshole, and I love that stupid handshake we made together when I was seven. I love how you laugh at my bad jokes to humor me so Steven will shut the fuck up and I love how you don't ogle me like half the jackasses here have done with me and Bells all summer."

She took a deep breath that made her chest feel like it might explode and just laughed like a psychopath.

He wasn't sure if she was having a mental break or if she actually found something she'd just said funny.

It wasn't until she calmed that she shook her head and finally looked at him, "And I love you."

Conrad had never heard her say it that way. She'd never heard herself say it that way either. The only 'I love you's that had been uttered between them came on the last days of summer. When they all had to say goodbye and they'd yell it as she and Belly and Steven and Laurel all piled in the car.

It'd never been spoken softly or singularly.

"Y/N," Conrad had known. He'd lied that he didn't to feel better about being a prick this summer but he had always known, "I love you too."

Part of her wondered if he only said it to soothe her. She had broken into a maniacal laughter a second prior to finally confessing but another part of her didn't care even if it was the case.

It wasn't.

She wanted to kiss him. She'd waited how long for this and yet? Kissing after he threw up was simply not in the cards.

"You have very bad timing Conrad Fisher."

He knew, and he smiled, "Sorry to disapoint Y/N Conklin."

"HEY!" A voice, Steven's came from up the hill.

"What the hell are you yelling for asshole?" Y/N huffed, trudging up with Conrad behind her.

"The cops are here you brat, what are you two doing down there anyways?"

"Minding our business. Now can we go before mom kills us?"

They ran to the car, Y/N happy back in her middle seat between Conrad and Belly.

Jeremiah drove home, he had drank the least.

"Con?" Y/N mumbled, leaning to him so as to not have Belly, who was half conscious half not, hear what she meant to say next.

"Hmm?"

"After you brush your teeth I expect my movie moment."

He rolled his eyes but his smile erased any trace of it, "You still chase movie moments?"

"Never to old to romanticize."

"Never to old to be the same old Y/N."

She smiled and let herself relax in the seat. She mentally ran through the scenario in her head on the way home.

_____

She woke with her head against his pillows, everything here smelt like him. Even her.

She took in everything, even the things she'd seen over the last sixteen summers. She could wake up to just his things every day and not get bored.

"Movie moment?" he was awake. She watched his room and he watched her.

She tried to hide her smile and the embarassment on her face, "Eh."

He didn't think before sitting up and running his fingers across her jawline. She could hardly think straight as he smiled at her, "Eh?"

"Conrad."

He kissed her, soft and sweet, and she tried her best not to laugh at how he'd simply known what she wanted.

They pulled away with grins.

"Sorry there aren't any fireworks, the film is kinda low budget."

I strongly dislike the ending however I couldn't quite find one I liked anyways so I'll settle. I hope you all enjoyed this... I got a bit carried away.

- <3 kaleigh

#the summer i turned pretty #tstitp #jeremiah fisher #fluff #conrad fisher #conrad #conrad x reader #jenny han

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Kinktober prompt #29: Safeword | Kihyun (MX) | 1k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

You’re shaking, and that’s all you feel. Because it’s tiring. It’s wearing you out quicker than you’d expect, but it’s not like you’re in a state to expect anything - to think anything. Your body is exhausted and your mind itself feels weak. It’s understandable you only feel the most basic sensations, like the tremors running through your body. And it’s, then, also understandable that you don’t notice the drool running down your chin, mixing with tears that stream down your cheeks. You’re not even aware you’re crying. Or that you can’t feel your tied hands anymore, which is something you should probably mention to Kihyun.

It hurts. Your whole body hurts. Especially your thighs, muscles trembling and clenching to the point it burns like you’ve had an intense workout, as the vibrations continue stimulating your clit. It feels like it’s been hours since he’s started the torture. The pleasure is as strong as the pain - and you love it. Usually anyway. Today it feels like too much, but you’re not able to form a coherent thought. How many times did you cum anyway?

Suddenly you feel something new. A strange sensation you can’t quite place. If your brows wouldn’t be furrowed already, they would be now as you try to conjure enough strength to think about what the sensation is. It’s fleeting, gentle. It moves all over your face in elegant motions. You want to chase it, but your restraints hold you down. You lean into the touch, you think it’s touch, for as long as possible.

There’s a sound, you guess, something that interrupts the white noise of the vibrator. It’s far away, though, muffled, you can’t understand. The touch disappears and you make a noise, you think, something vibrates in your throat so that must be close enough. The nice feeling doesn’t return but you feel the vibrations stopping between your legs, and this time you know you whine and you feel fresh hot tears rolling down your cheeks. The toy is removed from your core and you feel a little calmer. You stay still and quiet. And as you remain that way, the touch returns and you hear the muffled noise again. Only now you hear it clearer, louder, closer.

“y/n?” you finally hear a sharp whisper next to your ear. It’s Kihyun. You want to curl into him, snuggle closer, but you can’t move. You really try, but it's useless and you feel the bed dip and feel his presence next to you, one arm around your waist and the other gently caressing your cheek as you sniffle.

"y/n, talk to me, how do you feel?" he asks. He's calm and his voice is caring, which makes you significantly calmer too. You don't worry about the punishment anymore - why did you in the first place? - he's obviously not mad. You can't really find it in yourself to speak, though, only one sound on your mind, one word, and so you say it. You feel like you need to, even if he's already made the first steps.

As soon as the word leaves your lips, he nods even if you can’t see, reassuring you with more gentle touches that it's alright. You feel his lips on your forehead.

"It's alright, darling. Let me take care of you," he speaks against your skin, planting a kiss there, "I'll untie your hands first, then I'll take off the blindfold. Maybe I'll need to go get some lotion for your hands, but we'll see about that. But I'm here, okay? I'm right here."

He speaks so softly you sniffle again, crying quietly, but he holds you. He keeps one of his arms around you while the other struggles to untie you. It takes him longer, but he knows you appreciate the comfort of being held. Eventually he manages to free your hands from the rope, helping you pull them to your chest as he gently massages your wrists and fingers.

“Can you move your fingers for me, love?” he asks, kissing your temple as you obey. Or you try to. Your fingers are numb, you have no feeling in them and they just don’t want to move. You hear him make a thoughtful sound, and as soon as he finishes removing your blindfold, his hands turn their attention back to yours. He helps you sit up slightly, letting you lean on his chest. He keeps your hands next to your sides, carefully applying pressure as he rubs small circles into the flesh, trying to help renew the circulation. You close your eyes, enjoying the tender attention. Slowly, feeling returns to your fingers and you flex them awkwardly. Still stiff from having been cramped in one position for too long. Kihyun sighs, hugging you close.

“You scared me,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head.

“Sorry,” you respond quietly.

“Not your fault, I should’ve paid more attention,” he’s quick to reassure you, still massaging your palms and wrists. Your skin is red with some dents where the rope bit into your body, but it doesn’t seem like there will be marks and that’s good enough.

“I love you. You did nothing wrong, you were so good for me,” he kisses your hair again, helping you settle in a more comfortable position so you could snuggle closer to him, nuzzle into the crook of his neck. He holds you tight, whispering more reassurances and praises as he plays with your hair, massaging your scalp.

When you finally speak, it’s to tell him you don’t want him to leave. He’d prefer to put some lotion on the reddened skin on your wrists, but he knows how vulnerable you are in this state and he can’t imagine leaving you alone, especially after you told him you want him here.

So he stays, and slowly you start feeling better. It feels a little like waking up, only slowly piecing your mind together. But he’s there and he holds you so tenderly. You feel safe in his arms, letting your boyfriend’s sweet voice guide you back to him.

#monsta x #kinktober 2022 #kihyun #monsta x reactions #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #drabble #smut

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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4 - God's Prisoner

Part 5

A God Worthy Soulmate

@queenieala thank you for helping me write this

Rubbing my eyes I groaned waking up. Brushing my fingertips over a soft bed seeing small metal chains around my wrists. Footsteps entered the room where I whipped my head in the direction seeing the God man enter the room still wearing the armor. "Good you're awake. Now we can have a discussion."

"I'm not discussing anything with you, you're my kidnapper after all!" I snapped, flashing my golden eyes at him.

He slowly walks up sitting at the foot of the bed smirking. His green eyes staring me up and down. "Fiery spirit I like that in a woman." I want to gag at his words remembering that he had seen me naked after I transformed from my wolf form. "You're powerful like I am aren't you dear. What other powers do you possess?"

Crossing my arms over my chest wincing as the chains got tighter I turned my head away from him. "I'm not telling you anything. I'm not an idiot you'll torture me until I cough up the information you want. So I'm not saying another word!" Biting my tongue I mentally kicked myself for wanting to look in his eyes still. Like something that was drawing me to him like it had in the weird dreams I was having.

"What if I tell you something about me to make you more comfortable?" He asked where I glanced back to him from the corner of my eye. "My name is Ken and I have a lot of children."

Mumbling under my breath I still avoid his gaze. "I'm Clarisse, Clarisse Montana...abandoned by my parents." I paused looking down at the necklace I'm still wearing. "You said you're looking for a key...how is this a key exactly?"

"I'm unaware of how it was turned into a piece of jewelry. But I must say it looks beautiful on you." I raised my brows at him, annoyed when he slumped his shoulders while still talking. "Anyway the key is supposed to open the coffins to free my family."

"I didn't know that " I mumbled and slipped it off my neck handing it to him.

He takes it from my hands holding it as if it would break almost. "Why exactly were they locked up in the first place. Were you afraid they'd want your power or something?" I asked tilting my head to the side finally looking him in the eye but only for a split second.

"No one of your concern child" He grumbled instantly when I rolled my eyes at him seeing he's clearly closed off and power hungry.

"Will you release me now seeing as you have or are you going to kill me. Whatever you decide just get it over with quickly " I exclaimed, closing my eyes ready to be done with this and was ready to face my final demise but instead he took off the chains from my hands and threw them across the room.

"You can go but this is the only mercy I shall show you this once " Ken said sternly staring at me coldly.

I nodded and climbed out of the bed but soon cursed out when I noticed I was naked as name day. Turning my back to him I yanked the sheets off the bed and wrapped it around quickly wrapping it around myself blushing at the ground. Regretting that I had turned into my wolf form only to get captured anyway. "Um....could you...uh." I smacked myself on the head not being able to finish a full sentence.

I shook my head and quickly left the room and made my way downstairs where I saw Jen sitting down eating a burrito. She soon noticed my presence and stared at me, "Oh, hey dude... I see you've met my father " Jen greeted with an awarded smile.

"So how was he, he wasn't rough with you right... sometimes he can be a beast in bed trust me asking his other lovers " she added.

"Nothing happened " I blurted out feeling a headache coming on

"Oh, really wow... I assumed my father would take you into his bed. I mean every woman he comes across by he feasts on them like meat " Jen exclaimed, staring at me confused.

"Um, do you know if there's a taxi or subway nearby here? " I asked, ready to leave before this got any more awkward.

"Sorry, dude this isn't really a city area I live in " Jen mumbled while still eating her food.

" Okay, um do you have a phone? I need to make a call to someone if you don't mind " I questioned.

"What's a phone? " Jen asked in confusion. Covering my face with my hand I moaned praying that Lizzie or Hope would find me.

"You know what, never mind... I'm going to go " I said, turning on my heels to leave. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow?"

Jen nodded, setting her burrito down, leading me down a hallway. Sucking in a breath I wished my magic worked on God's because I didn't want to have to turn into a wolf again. Jen passed me a long t-shirt and some shorts, "They may be a bit big on you but it should fit "she mumbled.

I slid on the clothes and thanked her again before walking out of the warehouse, I closed the door behind me.

I began to walk down the street trying to find a payphone or something, Not finding anything I wrapped my arms around myself wanting to feel warm. The wind whistled in my ear as I smelled someone behind me. Pausing in my steps I turned around feeling someone vamp behind me about to bite my neck. I tried kicking him away right as someone snapped their neck causing him to drop at my feet. Holding a hand to my neck I gasped, eyes locked onto a figure I couldn't believe had come to my rescue. "You..."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#a god worthy soulmate #legacies ken #ken legacies #ken x reader #ken the god #luke mitchell #legacies #legacies fanfiction #olivia holt #oc : clarisse montana #lizzie saltzman #jenny boyd #hope tribrid #hope mikaelson #danielle rose russell #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated

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asukamood · 2 years

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Check this post to get an explanation on the AT used here.

Dreamswap belongs to onebizarrekai.

You don’t know how depressing it is to check the Drueswap tag on multiple days and see that your post is the most recent one— Anyways, here’s another short one shot because I love them.

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“Blue, is that my hoodie?” Dream asked, already knowing the answer. The man had just returned from one of his countless trials because of Nightmare’s shenanigans. He was in the middle of putting his coat in the entrance when he noticed his husband unceremoniously sprawled on the couch, covered only by shorts and a faded yellow hoodie that looked twice his size.

Said man rolled over to look at him, azure eyes eyeing him up and down. "I'll never get over how gorgeous you look in a suit." He said, completely ignoring Dream's question. How typical of him.

The lawyer rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face still. "You're a dork." He shook his head, finally letting go of his coat and approaching the couch. "You should be eating dinner, so what are you doing?"

The nut-brown-haired man turned again to look at his husband, his lips twitching upward. "I was waiting for you, we still have time anyways." He raised his arms toward him while he was talking, hands opening and closing in Dream's direction. "You did take a while today, I demand an apology cuddle."

"Blue, I haven't changed yet." The smaller one frowned with a pout, which stayed for about a second until a smug look made its way on his face.

"Well if you needed help with that, you should have just asked~" A wink accompanied the sentence, to which Dream's cheeks heated up slightly.

"I don't need help with anything, thank you very much." He was about to leave when Blue grabbed him by the wrist.

"Come on Angel, don't leave me alone again. I'm bored." Blue whined childishly, trapping Dream's arm in his. "I almost died because of the silence you know? So hug me nooow"

"Blue, I'll dirty your clothes-- well, my hoodie, if I hug you right now. Plus you own enough clothes as is, you don't need to steal from my closet." Blue’s hold on Dream’s arm tightened.

“Who cares about that?” He pressed his forehead against his forearm with a pout. “We can always just wash them. Also, I know I don’t need to but it’s not my fault if your clothes are comfortable! Plus they have your smell so wearing them makes me feel like you’re here with me so I don’t feel as lonely.”

Dream felt his cheeks flared up. Goodness, that man was able to say such cute things like it was nothing. A sigh escaped him as he was forced to accept his fate. Throughout the few months they’ve been dating, Dream learned that Blue had a very strong grip and absolutely nothing could make him let go of you once he had latched onto you.

Without saying a single word, Dream laid down next to Blue who grinned and quickly snuggled into his chest. His arms wrapped themselves around his torso and their legs tangled with one another, forming an absolute mess of limbs.

The lawyer let out a small exhale as his head dug into the pillow, one of his arms working on circling the other’s waist as the other ran a hand through his chestnut locks, earning a little purr from the other.

“So how was work today? Not too tiring I hope?” Blue inquired, eyes closing to fully enjoy the experience of Dream petting his hair. Sometimes, he wondered if he didn’t have any cat DNA inside of his body because he sure acted like one at times.

“It was… fine.” The other answered, absently rubbing little circles on the other’s back. “Nightmare set another house on fire is all.”

Blue chuckled at Dream’s hopeless tone, heaving himself higher to press a quick kiss on his lips. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary so why the long face honey?”

The attorney decided to ignore how his face increased in temperature at the nickname or how warm he suddenly felt. “He blew up the mayor’s house this time, that’s why.”

Silence dawned over the room for a few seconds, letting Blue process the information. Once the meaning of the words settled down, he burst out laughing, chest vibrating from laughter as wheezes replaced his usual calm breaths.

“Oh my god-“ He snickered, muffling his amused sounds in Dream’s shirt. “I’m sorry but this is hilarious-“

Dream let out a groan. “You wouldn’t be saying the same thing if you were in my place, that trial was a pain in the butt.” Eventually, Blue’s laughter died down enough for him to say a sentence without getting interrupted by a wheezy breath.

“I’m sure you did just fine, you always somehow win Nightmare’s trials even though you have no case.” He reassured him, nuzzling Dream’s neck now that he was in the right angle to do so.

“The fact I keep winning them is truly a miracle, I have no idea how I manage to do that.” Dream smiled at the action but was so distracted by it that the hand on Blue’s hair stopped moving.

The latter backed away a bit to glare at the other. “You stopped. Keep petting me.”

Dream chortled, bringing him closer again and resuming said petting. At the return of the beloved gesture, the man let out a satisfied suspiration and went back to pressing himself as close as possible to Dream. The sweet scent of vanilla that usually followed his boyfriend everywhere lingered in the air and filled his nose. The smell was pleasant and associated with his beloved so he sure as heck wasn’t gonna complain about it.

Dream couldn’t quite see his face, since it was buried in his neck, but he could feel how happy Blue was which inevitably made him crack yet another smile.

Now, can you guess who are the two idiots in love who forgot about dinner because of how busy cuddling they were?

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eric-the-bmo · 1 year

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Armor, bling, change, and alternate for the oc of your choice!

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Ooh, this is a good question! I don't typically draw my characters with armor a lot (Ven does not have any, being a sorcerer and all), but the two characters that come to mind are Gel and Ophelia. Ophelia wears typical guard armor, and it is quite well-kept; She's captain of the guard, after all, and has to keep up appearances. Gel wears a Mariner's Breastplate, which they found in one of the dragon hoards they looted. I imagine they make sure it's decent.

bling:What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

Yes! Ven still wears his wedding ring, as well as his necklace! It's a golden chain that's strung around a small spherical glass vial. Inside the vial is a strange almost viscous murky liquid that glows very very faintly in the dark. He was found holding it when he was discovered in the woods, and despite not knowing its origins, it brings him comfort. He often holds onto it and fidgets with it when he's nervous.

Unbeknownst to him, it contains brine from the illithid lair he was taken to when he went missing, and the fact it brings him comfort is actually a feeling that bled over from Ceremorph, despite how much it will deny this fact- the brine reminds it of home, and also brings it comfort.

change:Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

YES! Listen, listen [I grab the camera to look at you]- I've thought about this so much oh my god. I also think about this with my other characters, so maybe I'll make a separate post about it with some of my other guys. But this one is about Ven, and I've segmented it into different segments of his life lets go

Past: This is the furthest version of Ven I've got, when he first came to town. Pretty much the same outfit as his Current one, but with a fancier vest instead of a sweater vest, and sans the vial necklace- in its place is a necklace with an assortment of religious icons. His hair is tied back into a long braid. Most of the time when drawing Past Ven, I add a lens flare to his glasses to hide his eyes, to signify there's not much we know about him and that he most definitely has secrets. Why did he come to town anyway? What's this poet hiding?

Forest: This is pretty drastic change, since this is his appearance from when he was found in the woods after being missing for two months. Ven's lost his coat and vest, leaving only his white shirt, which has the sleeves rolled up. This is also the outfit/time in his life where he got the wounds on his wrists that will eventually fade into little scars- they're not self harm, it's just that straining against too-tight shackles will do that to you. He doesnt have the religious icon necklace anymore, and he now has bags under his eyes. His hair is also cut short, the shortest I'll ever draw it. He'd later admit he'd hated having his hair that short, and aims to keep it long.

Healing: He's doing better :-) He's got his hair longer now, and has put it into a ponytail since he can't figure out how to braid his hair anymore. The white shirt's sleeves are rolled down now, and he has on a green sweater vest. He's made the vial part of a necklace. Occasionally I draw this version of Ven in an ankle-length skirt, because he does like wearing them, y'know? He's nonbinary, let's go. There's smaller stages of this outfit segment, but only because his wrist wounds start to heal into scars.

(See the funny thing is, I call this the Healing stage but actually it's when Cere starts to Do Things and make things worse-)

Current: We get the coat back, baby! He carries around the journal Ophelia got him, as well as a monster-hunting kit. Eye bags, let's go, the guilt and nightmares have been eating away at him.

Possession: There's two versions of this depending on if Ven's conciousness is alive or not, but let's do the one where he is. Most of the time, a good way to tell if Cere is possessing Ven is if the body's hair is let down, or if the lens flare have hidden the eyes/ there are no pupils. There's probably other little signs, but those are the main two.

Breakdown: Fuck it, Ven's hair is loose now and is no longer in a ponytail. His eye bags are incredibly dark, this poet is not doing well mentally. He just ate a man, he discovered there's a parasite in his brain and he's becoming a mind flayer, he might be experiencing Ideation, yknow? I also imagine his clothes are a bit of a darker color, bordering towards purple, to signify the effect Cere's had on him.

I haven't figured out his other outfits, but rest assured I want him to have a happy ending bc goddamn he's gonna go through a lot

alternate: What would your OC’s alternate universe look be? If they’re a fantasy character, what’s their modern look? If they’re sci-fi, what’s their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

I think a lot of Ven's outfits could be considered modern, albeit kind of an academia aesthetic.

I've considered a fun little Cyberpunk!AU, actually. I haven't figured out the outfit, but he has to have an equivalent to his giant green coat, it's an iconic part of his design. Anyway Cere would be an AI chip in his brain and that's all I know about the cyberpunk au asjhgbkf

But oooohohoho I've considered so many little AUs-

Forest/Found Family: The Dice Crew doesn't return Ven to Ophelia when they find him and instead adopt him into their adventuring party. This results in Ophelia attempting to track them down once she finds out they essentially kidnapped her wife after she told them to bring him back home. Ven is a bit more reckless in this AU, and the Dice Crew gets tangled up with his parasite issue.

Tag-Team: Ven actually tells Ophelia about his plan to leave, and she tags along.

Role-Reversal: Ophelia gets taken instead and follows the same course of action Ven does in the original timeline, prompting this still-devout poet to try and bring her home. Unlike Ven, Ophelia is much more prone to murder in this timeline.

Untitled: No murder, no running away. A more light-hearted AU where Cere is more akin to an evil but harmless housecat that occasionally possesses Ven. Both him and Ophelia are aware of it, but since it doesn't pose any harm in this AU they just deal with it.

#eric finally speaks #ven vibes #ask meme

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yokohamapound · 2 years

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Beach Headcanons!

I know it's not even summer yet (in the northern hemisphere, anyway) but I was talking with my friend and looking at the official art of all the BSD characters at the beach and...yeah!

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Higuchi Ichiyou, Yosano Akiko

Contents: mild nsfw, allusion to suicide in Dazai's section, gender neutral reader

Dazai Osamu

Dazai will jump at any opportunity to leave behind his towering stacks of paperwork and his growing tab at Cafe Uzumaki (and several other joints around Yokohama). Expect him to wax lyrical about the ocean for the entire journey to the beach, and slyly hint at how much he's looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit.

He sheds his normal coat for the day, instead wearing something simple like a hoodie and a pair of shorts...but he might as well not have bothered, because he's still bandaged from neck to wrist to ankle. It's a shame, because rubbing sunscreen on him would be quite...entertaining. Meaning he would moan like a slut while you did it.

Dazai flounders dramatically on the sand when you emerge from the changing rooms in your swimsuit or beach wear, wailing about how radiant, how beautiful, how spectacular his s/o is. You'll have to give him a little kick in the ribs to stop him making such a show, because people are definitely staring.

I'm not saying Dazai would grope you while he rubbed sunscreen into your skin, but I'm also not not saying it. He hums while he does it, kneading your flesh so it's more like a massage than just applying a lotion. His hands linger~

It's probably best not to let him go into the ocean unaccompanied, because he might get swept up by a rip current and just go along with it.

Make sure to bring a roll or six of fresh bandages because he'll inevitably get the first set wet, sandy, and crusted with salt. The chafing, oh, the chafing...

His favourite part of the day is when the sun is going down and you walk along the wet sand, holding hands or just side by side, leaving a double trail of footprints. He might not say much, just watch the sky changing colours over the ocean as the tide goes out.

Nakahara Chuuya

Chuuya doesn't get much time off—being an executive in the Port Mafia has a lot of perks but unlimited down time definitely isn't one of them. He can swing a day at the nearby beach, though, especially if Mori decides to have a little group field trip.

He wants to try everything, really. Jetskis, volleyball, swimming, but for some reason I can just imagine him loving to go surfing. He obviously doesn't look like your average surfer dude, but with his antigravity ability and his agility, he'd be so damn good at it.

He won't drag you to come with him if you're not comfortable—he's happy to leave you napping or reading while he catches some waves, then come back to you soaked to the bone, grinning, and demanding salt-laced kisses.

Chuuya's even more tactile than normal (which is saying something), and it's probably something to do with all the sun-warmed skin on display. When he eventually wears himself out, he wants you draped over him so he can lazily stroke your back or your legs while he catches a nap.

If you go swim in the ocean with him, he will dunk you. He's a menace. Also, if you give him a water gun...just remember he's a mafioso and his aim is deadly.

Chuuya 10/10 most likely to float you off to a cave or some pretty dunes somewhere for extra-curricular activities. After an entire day of teasing, watching other people eye you up and down, and not being able to get his hands on you properly, he's downright rampant.

Higuchi Ichiyou

Higuchi, bless her, desperately needs the break. When she's not running around after Akutagawa or carrying out her duties, she's fretting about her sister or about you. It's not because she actually has any reason to fear—Higuchi's a natural worrier.

What she needs is a day in the sun to soak up the heat, swim in the sea, and generally let off steam.

She wears a pretty sundress on the way there, and her hair in a half-bun, half down style. Her swimsuit is most likely a tankini or even just a top and shorts. She doesn't really strike me as the type to wear a bikini. And her signature sunglasses, of course~

Higuchi's so happy, she'll really do anything you want to do. Although she does have a few wishes of her own to fulfil—namely buying a souvenir for her sister. Mostly, she's just happy to feel normal and carefree, and spend time with you.

She inevitably buys a little straw hat. Please talk her out of buying one for Akutagawa as a souvenir.

Beachiguchi comes in two modes: cutesy couple vibes, with handholding walks down the beach, splashing each other playfully in the water, trying each other's ice cream, etc. Her other mode? _Beast_ mode.

She's competitive as fuck.

It might not seem it, but if you challenge her to volleyball, she will crush you.

Kunikida Doppo

Okay, so Kunikida will try to plan your day down to the last second, and that's not an exaggeration. He's allotted thirty-six minutes and ten seconds to swim in the ocean. He knows what time the tide goes in and out. He knows down to the minute when you need to apply more sunscreen. It's all there in that notebook of his. In short, don't let him do any of that. Except the sunscreen thing.

Your man desperately needs to unwind. Today is not a day to be doing calisthenics on the beach or trying to check his emails on his phone. Put your foot down. Bully him if you have to. It's for his own good.

He's a little too straight-laced to do anything that exciting, but you can probably convince him to go on a boat ride with you. Especially those ones with the glass bottoms so you can see the sealife underneath you. He'll have done his research and be able to list off fun facts.

He's kind of gullible. He still believes that thing about not being able to go swimming after you've eaten.

Kunikida gets a smudge of sunscreen down his nose and his glasses slip down constantly, much to his frustration and your amusement.

He's frustrated in a very different sense by your swimsuit. It's decent, he knows, and appropriate for the setting, but your lovely self is on display. Other people can see and he can't touch you. It's a fun mix of (very mild) jealousy, desire, and watching Kunikida stew because his ideals are on the line.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

When you look at Akutagawa in his long black coat, jabot, and frilly white shirt, he doesn't exactly scream "carefree beach goer". He's very buttoned-up, and the thought of going somewhere hot and sandy and crowded is anathema to him. However, there are ways you can convince him to go (if he's not already being manipulated by Dazai or ordered by Mori).

Akutagawa won't be stripping down much for the beach, but he'll acquiesce to wearing a light hoodie or loose t-shirt of some kind, and a pair of shorts, like loose board shorts. Even he has to admit that wearing his black overcoat in the broiling heat would be foolish.

Please smother him in sunscreen no matter how much he complains. He so pale, and the last thing you want is an itchy, pissy, flaky Akutagawa because he got a sunburn (which he will then deny having for some unfathomable reason. Admitting weakness to the sun? Who knows.)

He's lethargic in the heat, so he'll want to hang out somewhere there's plenty of shade for him to cool off in. He has a bit of a sweet tooth, so shaved ice or ice cream might tempt him to go for a walk down the length of the beach with you for a bit.

Eat an ice cream in front of him and watch his self-control fray like cheap twine~

I can't see him wanting to go swimming or participate in beach volleyball, because his lung capacity is not so great, but you could take him for a walk among the rock pools to look at all the strange little creatures living there. He particularly likes the anemomes.

Oh, and try renting out a metal detector! He'll scoff at first when all you find is bottlecaps and loose change, but his interest is piqued as soon as you find a really old coin or a piece of antique jewellery. And digging is easy, because you have Rashomon to help.

Edogawa Ranpo

If you want to get back to your childhood roots, you should definitely go to the seaside with Ranpo. If you want to splash around in the ocean and build sandcastles, he's all about it. Just be aware he might get bored halfway through your elaborate sandcastle and start demolishing it instead.

Don't worry about going hungry. He'll take you out on the boardwalk to try every ice cream hut, fried donut shop, and cotton candy place there is. Oh, and he knows all the best places to eat lobster and fresh seafood.

You should probably also pack a cooler with all your favourite drinks and snacks. Ranpo can put a lot of food away—that big brain of his burns through it stupidly fast.

When he gets bored, he'll go take a cat nap in the shade, sprawled over his deckchair. Or sprawled on you, if you decide to join him.

Ranpo is the MVP when it comes to winning shit at the arcades. He can finesse those evil sonovabitch crane games and win you every single plushie you want. He'll win you a giant squishmallow that you have to lug around everywhere with you, and that he will end up cuddling and snoring on for the entire trip home.

Best not to let him out of your sight or you'll have to collect him from the lifeguard post like a lost child.

"Has anyone lost an Edogawa Ranpo? Repeat, there is an Edogawa Ranpo waiting at the lifeguard post."

Yosano Akiko

Yosano uses any trip to the beach as an excuse to go shopping. She needs a new swimsuit, new sandals, sunglasses, you name it. It's worth all that following her around the mall for that moment she steps out of the changing rooms in her floppy hat and sunglasses, strutting toward you like a 1950s film star in her bikini and sarong.

Akiko's a knockout.

Her idea of the perfect day at the beach is lounging around on a deck chair looking glamorous and reading a grisly true crime book she picked for just the occasion.

She soaks up the heat and the admiring glances of everyone on the beach, occasionally rolling over to show you a photo insert of a horrible murder scene. But that's just Yosano, and you're used to it by now.

She barely has to rattle the ice in her empty glass before she has one of the servers from the beach drinks hut running over to replenish both your cocktails.

She'll stretch her legs out and invite you to replenish her sunscreen. Do it.

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive. It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them. It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex. But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand. In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically. He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family. You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks. Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again. Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival. Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English. Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment. You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different. He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms. Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him. As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you. No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner. His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side. “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs. Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap. You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck.

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder. You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you. “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued. “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least? Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly. You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him. But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal. “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you? Tako očajno…” he chuckled. You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips. “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied. “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip. You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go. You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him. But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant. “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like. And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly. “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track. “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into. You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted. “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare. Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove. “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate. And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth. “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples. “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock. I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting. “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two. And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected. “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance. It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see. Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side. But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long. “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress. “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come. You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you. “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers. “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste. You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression. They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option. He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly. Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep. You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned. "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck. “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you. Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him. He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years. Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"

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