#but i should definitely get to grips with how to draw them first. so heres my first attempt

[kkoct-ik]

character design so good i somehow pulled out a fullbody

#kostik draws #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #kim kitsuragi #kim kitsuragi fanart #i ..reeeaaalllyyy wanna draw an exchange from a harry/kim fic i read. i screenshotted it and everything #but i should definitely get to grips with how to draw them first. so heres my first attempt #enjoy (my following who is only here for minecrafters) #edit: not intended as a genderbend!! this is just how i draw men!! but interpret the gender however you want #i dont care + genderbends are cute + queer gender expression is cool #if this is a butch woman to you i love you #ok thats all

[luveline]

𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you. [4k]

warnings fem!reader, fluff, first kiss, eddie being totally sweet on his best friend, wrist kisses, sharing a bed, eddie reads to you, you hurt your arm and eddie is overprotective/doting etc, unspoken mutual pining, requested here

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"This is way heavier than you implied," you say, words followed by a startled, pained gasp as you lose your grip on the amp and it almost pops your wrist from the socket trying to keep it up. 

"Shit," he says. 

Eddie quickly shoves the bigger amp he'd been carrying into the back of the van and makes to help you, his fingers pushing into your stomach as he lugs it up into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he says, and for once you think his apology might be genuine. "I forget how heavy they feel at the end of the night." 

Your arms ache. You definitely pulled something you didn't mean to, a sharp pinching pain climbing from your wrist to the crook of your elbow. "Eddie, I think I hurt myself." 

He shoves the last amp into the van and doesn't bother closing the door, turning back to you with a concerned grimace. "Yeah? Your wrist?" 

He holds his hand out and you extend your arm, wincing. He's tentative, taking your wrist in one hand while the other grasps your upper arm loosely. 

"What's it feel like?" 

"Like I twisted my ankle, but in my wrist." 

He laughs under his breath at your explanation, sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes as he looks you over. "The word you're looking for is 'sprained,'" he informs you jovially. 

There's no physical evidence of any injury, not that either of you had expected that, and he has no real reason to be touching you. His thumb smooths over the flat of your wrist.

"How bad is it? Amputation?" you ask, suddenly all drama. You put on a tearful frown and pinch your eyebrows together. 

Eddie – who's used to this, who encourages this – nods gravely. "You'll likely never use it again." 

"Good heavens, doc. Is there really nothing you can do?" you implore, leaning away from him with your uninjured hand thrown to your forehead. 

"Nothing… unless you're willing to undergo the most invasive, painful, gruesome operation any one girl has ever undergone." 

"Anything." 

"Close your eyes." 

You close them, always willing to play these fanciful make-believe's with him. He's charming, it's funny, but you can't say you expect the hot press of his lips against your pulse. If it had been a smacking, playful thing with too much spit you would have laughed about it, but it hadn't been. It's gentle. It's sweet. 

He pulls away. You open your eyes to find him lingering, staring at your wrist. A split-second. 

"Fixed, right?" he asks smugly. 

You take your arm back and curl it towards your chest, twinging with pain. "Definitely. Good as new." 

Eddie slams the back doors shut and stretches with a groan, cool night air kissing the shining sliver of abdomen that emerges. He's always sweaty after a gig. You know you should find it gross. 

You should. 

"Alright, get in the van, sweet thing. It's way past your bedtime." 

You laugh and climb into the passenger side, skirt riding up and tights featuring a brand new ladder thanks to some idiot who'd almost broken your leg. You point it out to Eddie as he starts the engine, "Did you see this? S'my last good pair of tights."

He tugs at the ladder and you squeal, pulling your thigh up and over the other so he can't reach it.

"There, they're punk now. Do it on purpose and you're cool," he says sagely. 

"Are you staying?" he asks, the question so familiar it doesn't need a proper end. 

"Thanks for that." 

There's lost minutes of a comfortable silence. You watch the roads change as you draw nearer and nearer to home.

"If you shower first." 

He sighs like this is very tortuous of you to ask but agrees. "Yeah, whatever. Always get what you want," he mutters, taking a rough turn that has you gripping your seat. "My bad." 

"Learn to drive!" you demand, laughing. 

"You learn to drive! Then you wouldn't need a ride every night!" 

"Baby," you say earnestly. "Rides to your shows." 

He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. You turn to him, perplexed by his uncharacteristic silence. Usually he has something quick to say, an uppity comeback, too witty for his own good and twice as fast. 

"What? Wait, don't tell me, you're having a total epiphany right now on why I'm the best friend you've ever had." You nod to yourself, leaning back in your seat with your chin held high. "It's easy. I'm extremely dedicated, I'm sharp as a whip. I'm funny, I'm confident-" 

"Humble." 

"I'm humble. And obviously very pretty."

He hums to himself. "I kind of hate when you joke about stuff like that." 

You blink and drop your chin. "What?" you ask. Weaker than you mean to, your chest feels that heavy weight of an unexpected argument, but Eddie doesn't look angry. 

"Because- 'cos I know you don't mean it." He draws his eyes from the road, a familiar stretch of black top leading into Forest Hills, and gives you a well-meaning grimace. 

"Sorry, I-" 

He clears his throat. "No, don't be. I guess I wished you actually believed that shit. Do you know how many people would come to all of my shows? Listen to the same ten songs, drink the same shitty beer and then help me pack up at the end of the night?" He sounds back to normal. Punchy, a hair's width from incensed. "Nobody but you." 

"I'm your best friend," you say firmly. "Of course I'm gonna do all that." 

"Right." He laughs and scrapes a hand through his dishevelled hair. 

You pull into the parking spot and climb out of the van. You slip like you always do, giggling to yourself as Eddie comes around to roll his eyes at you and shut the door. 

"We'll leave it for tonight," he says after he's retrieved Sweetheart, his prized guitar, traipsing up the steps to the front door. "Don't want you straining your poor wrist any further." 

You kind of agree. "Or you could do it all by yourself and I'll watch." 

"Maybe tomorrow. Are you hungry?" 

You ignore his question and waltz straight into his bedroom, throwing yourself down on his rumpled sheets with a harrumph. He puts Sweetheart back into her rightful place and presses a kiss to his fingers. You can't help thinking of the kiss he'd given you, bringing your wrist to your chest where he can't see. It feels the same as it had before, but different. It still aches. 

Eddie throws himself down next to you and climbs up over your back, a hand on your shoulder. "Is it still hurting?" 

You squeeze it. "Not really." 

"Let me see? If it's swollen I could get you some ice. Or, like, a bag of frozen peas. Not that I think we'd have anything that green in the freezer," he corrects himself.

"I don't think they have to be peas to work." 

"What if that's where you're wrong? What if we totally need the power of the peas?" 

You turn on your back so he can see your wrist. Hovering above you, all his smells and sounds are amplified. The gentle hum as he looks over your arm. The smell of sweat under deodorant, cigarette smoke and something funkier. Then, mixed in with everything, cedar. 

When his kind attention on your wrist becomes too much you wrinkle your nose and make a big show of moving away from him. "God, you stink." 

"You're fucking horrible," he says, putting your arm down carefully. "I'm gonna shower. Find your pajamas." 

"Did you wash them?" you ask as he climbs off of the bed. 

"Nope." 

You grumble about dirty clothes and search for the pajamas you'd left here last time. Eddie disappears into the cramped bathroom and you can hear every sound he makes, the clipping of bottle caps, even his footsteps moving from the cabinet under the sink and into the shower. 

Water sloughs heavily against the glass partition and you try not to listen, try not to think about him and what he's doing and where his hands are. 

When he comes in he's in a towel and nothing else. You squeak and pull his covers up past your eyes. "Christ, Eds." 

"What? It's my room. I forgot to take clothes in with me." 

"You're sullying my eyes." 

"Like you've never seen it before." 

You scowl. "I've never seen you naked." 

"Can you come out? You're being ridiculous." 

You hear him go into the bathroom and let the sheets fall from your face, blinking at the sudden brightness. Yellow lamp light bounces of the poster-covered walls, shiny as egg yolk. 

He's left the bathroom door open. You peer out into the hallway and then stop yourself, feeling guilty. You don't actually want to see him naked. You're curious. 

"Fine," he says as he trudges back in, plaid pants low on his hips. He shrugs into a t-shirt and it sticks to his damp torso, leaving his dark happy trail on show for the second time tonight. "You've never seen me naked. It's not like you've never seen any guy naked." 

You feel a tepid mixture of embarrassment and defensiveness. "Who says I've seen a guy naked?" 

His eyes are owlishly large, dark lashes not far from kissing his eyebrows as they pinch together. "What?" 

You don't repeat yourself. 

"You fucked Jerry Mandoza." 

"Did not," you say, startled. 

"I gave you condoms." 

You resist the urge to glare at him. "And you can have them back, if you like. They've been in my nightstand for a year." 

"I thought you liked him." 

"I did. I just wasn't… ready." 

He holds his hands up in surrender. "That's fine, babe. Swear. But, you never told me. Why didn't you tell me?" 

He sits heavily at the end of the bed and takes the towel from around his neck, scrubbing ruthlessly at his wet curls. 

"That's exactly why your hair gets so frizzy," you chide lightly, climbing on knees to his side. You ease the towel from his hands and are much kinder than he'd been, drying the skin before his hairline and behind his ears and then moving onto his pretty curls. 

"He didn't do anything creepy, did he?" Eddie asks. He smells like toothpaste. 

You laugh as you wring excess water from his hair as carefully as you can. "No. He was actually really sweet. Said all the right things. He was a gentleman," you drawl  dropping the towel back to his shoulders. 

"But?" 

You sit back and smile at him. "I don't know. He leaned in for a kiss and I just… I got so nervous about it. He closed his eyes and I didn't think, I turned my cheek. He didn't call me for another date. Can't say I blame him." 

You're not sure why you never told Eddie that story before. He tilts his head to one side and squints. "Why were you nervous? He was in marching band." 

You snort. "It wasn't about him. I guess I was worried my first kiss would be awful." 

He rubs the back of his neck with his towel. "First kiss, huh?" he asks. 

"Right." 

He pulls the towel away, holds it in his lap. You notice his rings are missing, likely still in the bathroom. "I mean, I think you did the right thing. If you weren't ready it can't hurt to wait. And first kisses, they can really suck. Mine, with fucking- fucking Darren Harmon, that sucked. He spit in my mouth so much I think I tasted his dinner from the night before." 

You laugh in shock and disgust. "That's gross." 

"Tell me about it." 

"Why did he spit?" 

Eddie brings his legs up onto the bed and his tone is gentle. "Well, when you kiss someone, there's like-" He raises his hands and drops them, lost for the right words. "You know, tongue." 

"Is it weird?" 

"Sure. Of course it is. But it's really fucking fun, too. Or it can be, if the spit is kept to a minimum." He purses his lips, eyebrows raised. "Actually, spit can be kinda nice if you like the person you're kissing. It's hard to explain." 

You spread your legs to fall into a W-shape, hands braced on your knees. "Sorry, I'm not trying to harass you for details." 

"You're my best friend. I'll tell you anything you want." 

You smile at your legs. 

Eddie reaches over to put his hand atop yours. He's leaning toward you, hair falling in his face as he catches your eye. "It's fine. Keep your first kiss for someone you actually like, babe. You'll like it better." 

He squeezes your fingers and leaves the room. You can hear him filling a glass of water and turning off all the lights he's left on. 

"Did you want anything else?" he asks, offering the glass. 

"No, I'm just gonna brush my teeth really quick."

"Take your time." 

You take a little bit more than you need to, staring at yourself in the bathroom mirror until your heart is pounding, thoughts coming a thousand a second. Lately, Eddie's touches – his hand around your wrist, his thigh over your thigh, even the thud of his rubber toed converse tapping yours – have become individual events in time. Even when you can't remember the conversation, you can remember his skin on yours. You look at photos from gigs and instead of thinking, Oh, that's the night we made fun of Gareth's new haircut, a truly momentous occasion, you think, That's the night Eddie tugged me by the belt loop. That's when he brushed an eyelash off of my cheek. That's when he leaned in so close I thought he was gonna kiss me. 

Even now, the conversation about kisses is fading though you desperately want to remember what he'd said. The sound of his voice slips away. The heat of his fingers curled around yours remains. 

You wash your hands twice and don't feel any better. 

As if destiny or some higher power feels the need to taunt you, you slide into bed with an amicable handful of inches between your thigh and Eddie's and he totally ignores the gap, sidling up to you with a smile. 

"You'll like this," he says, spreading the paperback in his hands open on your thigh. "'A pockmark of matter that can dissolve any light that threatens to eradicate, to nullify, to quantify. An indelible darkness, spreading from one universe to the other, the pristine pages of a tome sullied by a piercing fountain of ink,'" he reads to you, his voice smooth and unhurried. "Guess what she's talking about?" 

"Dark matter?" 

"What? Keep your astronomy to yourself, dork. She's talking about the Puppet's heart. How sick is that?" 

You grin. It is pretty sick. 

Eddie's smile grows with yours, though his lips part when he notices something on your face. "You have-" He brings his thumb to your mouth and brushes it roughly, tugging the soft pillow of your upper lip up. 

You turn your face. "Jeez. Keep your hands to yourself, Munson." 

"Sorry," he says, not sounding very sorry. 

"You wanna read some more of your book to me?" you ask. "My eyes are tired." 

You lay down flat with one of his pillows smushed under your head and Eddie reads, sitting with his back to the headboard. "'You turn the page and find the ink has eaten into the next page, and the next. The damage is expansive, Dolly says, lifting her chin. But not limitless. Eventually, a page will turn. Eventually, the page beneath remains plain.'" 

"I thought Dolly and the Puppet loved each other," you murmur, watching his finger slide up the back of the book. 

He gives you a knowing smile. "They did." 

"Not anymore?" 

"I don't know. He's not the same anymore. He really is evil," Eddie says. "'The Puppet becomes a man of flesh and bone before her, nothing like she had remembered and yet the same. His voice, slick as oil, becomes a malfeasance of sound where before it had been her most treasured melody. And if the tome were sullied to begin with? The Puppet asks. If the darkness subsisted where I only lay my hand?" 

"They speak in riddles," you complain. 

Eddie shushes you. "'Don't act as though you didn't bring about this war, Dolly says, her voice harsh as tree bark. The Puppet draws ever closer, his wicked grin softened. A puppet once more. I did it for you, he says.'" 

You gasp so loudly it makes your throat burn. "He did not!" you whisper-shout.

Eddie chuckles, hand dropping to your shoulder. "He didn't." 

"Keep reading!" 

"'Dolly refuses to acknowledge his pleading tenor. You did not, she shouts. You created this conflict to become what you wanted to become.

"'Someone you could love. The Puppet places a frozen hand over her cheek. She hits at his chest with the brunt of her palms, hands growing limp as he murmurs. Someone you could kiss.'" 

You miss the rest of his reading, eyes slamming shut as if you'd been stuck. You catch small parts. An attempted reunion, a sword tipped in biting silver from the coldest recess of the moon. A short fight, a retreat. 

"Are you sleeping?" Eddie whispers. 

You swallow. "Almost," you whisper back. 

Eddie tosses the paperback onto his desk and pulls the covers over your shoulders and curls toward you. "You should get some rest, sweetheart. It's been a long day."

You nod and turn to him, refusing to open your eyes. "Goodnight," you say, rubbing your cheek against the brushed cotton of his pillowcase. 

"Goodnight."

Long minutes of silence. You can feel his warmth beside you like a heating pad under the sheets. You know his hand lies an inch away, if that, his fingers lax. You could stroke the length of his pinky with yours. 

As if he knows, as if he can read your mind, a fingertip reaches out to tap yours. "Are you okay?" he asks. 

You open one tired eye and lift your face enough to open the other. He looks beautiful. Hair half-dried and flat to his cheek. You reach out to push it from his face slowly. If you were any braver you'd tuck it behind his ear, scratch his scalp lightly with your nails. 

"Is it your arm?" he asks. 

You drop your hand. "'M just thinking." 

"I can't help with that," he jokes, turning his gaze to the ceiling. 

You laugh under your breath but even to yourself it sounds odd. 

"Do you think you'd ever kiss me?" you utter eventually. 

He doesn't answer for a while. Your heart races fast enough that it's all you can hear, like the wind rushing in your ears. 

"Is that what you want?" 

"I want my first kiss to be a good one." 

"And you think it would be, with me?" 

"You said to keep it for someone I actually like." 

He takes your wrist into a kind hand. Calluses slide over your skin. "I meant someone you have the hots for, babe."

Dangerous territory. Wary to admit anything else, you try to take his rejection with grace. "It's okay if you don't want to. Was just… wondering," you murmur. 

He strokes your wrist. "I'll kiss you if you want me to." 

"No, I-" You laugh, all nerves and too much blood. "I don't want a pity kiss, Eddie." 

"Who said anything about pity?" he says, voice quiet as yours had been and harbouring much less panic. 

He pulls your arm like he's encouraging you toward him and you hiss. His grip slackens. "Sorry, I should've-" 

"It aches, that's all," you say.

Understanding lightens his eyes. Honey melting into a woody brown. "Shit," he mutters, lowering his head. "I'm sorry." He presses his lips to your wrist in a small kiss. "If it's hurting you should've said."

The words come out hot. 

"It��" you drift off as he gives you another kiss. Another. 

Close-lipped, Eddie dots pecks down your arm until he reaches the crook of your elbow. He slows and stays. You take the initiative and drop your hand into his hair, stroking behind his ear like you wanted to, like you've wanted to for a while, and shiver as the tip of his nose ghosts against sensitive skin. 

He draws away, pulls up, his face much closer than you can remember it ever having been before. You try to breathe normally but the look on his face prompts breathlessness, his eyes steady, bordering impassive. His lips hint a soft bemusement. 

He raises his chin. "This okay?" 

"This," you repeat, fingers curling into his hair. 

Eddie moves in, bringing a hand to your face to guide you to one side. His lips bump into yours and you let your eyes close, overwhelmed by this new feeling. There's a tenderness to how he holds you still, worse when he pulls you in, his kiss hot and soft as water. 

He slides his fingertips under your sleeve, palm hot to the breadth of your upper arm. His grip tightens incrementally and you try not to pull his hair in response, your knee hitting his thighs as your body seeks him out. 

His lips part against yours and you both suck in a breath before he's kissing again. You try your best to follow his lead, though quickly find yourself a laughing mess as he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you close. 

"What's funny?" he asks. 

You honestly don't know. It's a giddy feeling to be this close, more so when he smiles back and tries to start up another round of sweet kisses, his lips pressing to yours insistently. He caresses the length of your back until you sigh, your open mouth an invitation that he sinks into. 

You scrunch the hem of his shirt in your hand when he sucks on your top lip, nonplussed.

Eddie pulls away. Your eyes open in tandem. 

You're noticeably out of breath and he isn't unaffected, his chest rising and falling almost as quickly as yours. "So," he says, inhale a struggle though he tries to hide it, "how was that? A good one?" 

"I don't know. I don't have anything to compare it to." 

"No?" he asks, already leaning in for another. 

You weave your hand into his hair and he rubs his hand down your arm until your aching wrist throbs under his fingertips, callused by metal strings and somehow impossibly soft.

"I'm sorry about your arm," he murmurs. 

You hope your hum against his lips conveys your forgiveness. 

When you've been kissed to the point of dizziness you break it to hide in the space under his chin, breathing in his new smells, his skin, his hair. The remnants of soap; a sharp citrus, mandora awash in something heady.

He pushes his arm under your chest and wraps you up. You hug him back, languid in his hold as he starts to rub your back. Broad, sweeping lines. Your shirt pulls up and he smooths it back down. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you joke lightly, quickly chased by a big yawn. 

"If you're tired, you can sleep," he assures you. 

"It was a good kiss." 

"Tell me all about it in the morning, okay? Sleep, pretty girl." 

You're feeling more and more tired with each passing second. Fatigue hangs heavy and his wandering hands make it worse. 

"'Nother kiss in the morning?" you ask, burrowing your face into his shoulder. 

He takes a little while to answer, turning his lips down into your temple. "Y'always get what you want, don't you?" 

With Eddie? Just about. 

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[cheshirebitch]

Can i request reader who has pingu energy with making and giving alastor his valentines day card please?

I didn’t know what you meant at first until I REALIZED haha. I hope I did you justice and that you enjoy as much as I did writing it! (Here’s a gif for the people who don’t know what this lovely requester meant)

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Alastor x Reader

I really hated Valentine’s Day. Like, I really fucking hate Valentine’s Day. You can only like the holiday so much when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, shot him, and then got hit by a car while speeding away from the police. Hell of a way to go, I know. Alastor found it hilarious. Especially when my ex tried to stay at the hotel. The lovely deer man ended up eating him before I could get a word in. That was when I realized I really had a thing for the old fashion man.

That pretty much explains why I was now trying to make a card perfect enough to present to him. Everything had to be perfect, but it definitely was not going as planned. I have created at least thirty cards by now, none of which were good enough to give to Alastor. The top three cards so far got ruined when I spilled my paint water on them. I tried recreating the one with the deer puns, since he is always making them with me whenever he has a chance. We were both deer. I joked with Alastor that the reason I was created into a demon deer was because I was hit by a car, like how deer were commonly struck during my time alive.

The next card was completely red with different shades. With how he dresses, and his diet preferences, I figured his favorite color was red, hopefully. Inside it wrote in the fanciest cursive I could write, “You have my whole heart, try not to eat it.” I thought he would get a good chuckle out of that, just in case he doesn’t return the feelings as well.

The last card was one that had a drawing of Alastor I was actually proud of, but of course that was right when I knocked over the cup. Which, of course, stuck me in a completely grumpy mood. I grabbed the red construction paper and slammed it aggressively onto the table. I glared daggers at the cup, now empty of all its paint water, before smacking it off the table.

With the red construction paper in front of me, I glanced around the table for what I should slap onto this three hour long project. Husk walked past before stopping and back peddling.

“What are you doing?” Without hesitating, I mean mugged him.

”This stupid fucking heartfelt card bullshit.” I snatched the red glitter glue from the edge of the table and squirted it messily onto the cover of the card. I grabbed the other shade of red construction paper and started cutting out a heart shape. Husk chuckled, shaking his head.

”To who?” My eyes snapped back up to look at him. I grabbed the three ruined cards and tossed them towards the end of the table Husk stood at. He looked down at them, carefully flipping them without ruining them further than I already had.

“Al-“

”You shut your mouth, Cat.” He raised his eyebrows, dropping the ruined cards back down. The last thing I need is for Alastor to hear and come snooping around. I know him well enough that he could hear when someone says his name and always shortly swings by like the nosy man he is. I mean, he was a radio host. It was his job to be nosy.

“I will leave you to it.” He raised his hands up in surrender, walking back out of the room and towards wherever his original destination was. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get back to making your own stupid Valentine’s Day gift for Angel Dust. I huffed before slapping my cut out paper heart in the center. My fingers rummaged around the table, ready to grip the black marker whenever I found it. I was too busy glaring at the messy card. My teeth ripped off the cap, spitting the lid somewhere next to me, and then carefully writing his name with as much patience I had left. My patience was barely there, but there was enough for the cursive to come out great.

I was still pissed.

I snatched the card off the table, scribbled my message inside, and then marched to find the deer in question.

”Alastor! Where are you?” I strode into the lobby area, searching for Alastor so this nightmare could be done and over with.

"What's that frown on your face for?” Static and a smile.

“Here.” I spun around and aggressively held out the card, still completely grumpy about everything leading up to this moment. Alastor had an amused face, looking down at the card. Waiting for him to take it, I watched how he tossed his staff into the crook of his arm. His claws delicately took the card from my hands. Glad to be rid of the card and the pressure, I marched off back into the room where my three cards sat, slightly drier than before.

“Stupid fucking water. Stupid fucking cards.” I grumbled while cleaning up the mess I made on the table. Why did I have to worry so much if he liked it? Why did I even decide to even make him a card? He probably just thought it was friendly, or something negative. Valentine’s Day has always been just heartbreak, why did I set myself back up for it this year?

”You left before I could give you my gift, dear.” I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see Alastor looking at the three ruined cards.

”These are also very pleasant. I do wish they didn’t get ruined.” He flipped the cards back over to how they were sitting before. That’s when I saw the bouquet of my favorite flowers, a beautifully decorated card, and a black velvety box. My eyes shot up to his as they looked at me over his monocle. He straightened his back and took two long strides to me.

”I promise I won’t eat your heart if you promise to stop being so enticingly sweet.” The grump look on my face melted away into a sheepish smile. It must have been infectious as he smiled wider and more sincere. He gently places the gifts on a cleared section, then carefully grazes his claws on my face.

“There’s that beautiful smile, Mon Cher.” His hands dragged down from my face to my hands, pulling one up to kiss delicately, then flashing those crimson eyes of his back up to mine.

Okay, maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so bad this year.

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[f1amboyant]

There's definitely been a shift after the summer break, especially on Charles' part 👀 what happened Charles, did you like have some sort of sudden realisation?

Anon, you are so right! Charles has been throwing longing stares and heart eyes at Carlos like crazy since summer break, it's crazy. It's making me go insane.

Like. What is that?? This is not how you look at a teammate! Charles, get a grip (please don't, I am living for this!)

Something happened during summer break. My theory is that they did meet during the summer break (was it planned or not, I don't know, but something happened in the south of France 👀), they fucked (for the first time) and Charles is now obsessed with that man. And it shows.

Here's a little something for you...

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They meet in the south of France.

Except for a few texts and one or two silly memes, they haven't been in contact much during the summer break. A like on an Instagram post here and there, keeping up with the other through social media. Kinda. Realizing they are not far from each other and yet they haven't planned to spend a single day together.

They spend enough days together working. This is summer break. This is for fun.

Still. They do meet. Somewhere in the south of France. In a private yet crowded club. Neither wanted to go, dragged by their friends. And yet here they are. Catching eyes from across the room.

Carlos wiggles his eyebrows. Charles giggles.

They go back to their friends.

They meet again later at the bar.

"I didn't know you would be here."

"They dragged me here, it wasn't planned."

They shout over the loud music and the alcohol slowly settling in their veins.

They go back to their friends again. They meet up again later. Much much later. In the bathroom. By accident.

Charles sways (drunk) and collides with Carlos' chest. Carlos laughs (too high, too loud, too drunk).

"Missed me this much, Lord Percival?"

"Maybe," Charles mumbles in Carlos' collar.

Carlos' shirt hangs open almost all the way down. There's only one or two buttons still attached.

"At this point, you should just take it off," Charles slurs.

(Or at least, that's what he is trying to say.) His alcohol-addled brain cannot really form sentences anymore. So he mumbles a few words then proceeds to rip the last two buttons on Carlos' shirt and opens it wide over the expanse of his muscled chest.

"Charles," Carlos groans. In warning. In lust.

But Charles barely listens, hypnotized by the glistening skin of Carlos' stomach, reaching a hand to trace the lines on Carlos' abs. He draws a shiver out of his teammate, a strangled moan, and a visible bulge in his pants.

Charles' mind buzzes with alcohol and the heady feeling of getting this kind of reaction from Carlos. It's exhilarating. He wants more.

He puts his hand on Carlos' crotch. Carlos pushes him back, slamming him back against the bathroom door.

"Charles," he whispers. Another warning.

He sounds wrecked, shaking with desire, rendered helpless from a single touch from Charles. Charles feels all too powerful. He needs more.

"Don't play with me," Carlos says.

"You want this?"

A nod. A step forward. One of them (Charles doesn't remember who) has the presence of mind to lock the door. The click is loud even with the music blasting from the club.

They are alone and Charles' hands are all over Carlos' body, eliciting all sorts of reactions from him and reveling in them all. The power he has over him is heady.

Carlos kisses him, messy and hungry.

Charles' hand slides into Carlos' pants, his fingers wrapping around a hard and leaking cock. Carlos gasps.

It's so so exhilarating.

He gets closer, his pelvis grinding against Carlos' hip as he strokes faster and faster. He drinks in all the little gasps and moans that escape Carlos' mouth. He bites on that plump bottom lip as Carlos exhales and comes right into Charles' palm.

"Charles..." he shudders.

Charles comes in his pants.

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Charles wakes up the next morning, in his bed, with a headache pounding like crazy inside his skull. The nausea is strong but the dawning feeling as he remembers the previous night is stronger.

He kissed Carlos.

He gave him a handjob.

He came in his pants while doing it.

But most of all...

He wants more.

#ant answers asks #charlos #charlos fic #charlos ficlet #what happened during that summer break 2023?? #charles is in love now okay?? #carlos was already smitten anyway

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: ...you know the drill, plus my weird obsession with waterfalls, established relationship

Also no mention of names so it could be any fictional character... tell me which character came to mind when reading this fic

"Where are we going?" I ask in the chilly night air.

"You'll see. It's a secret." He responds cheekily.

Fine. Have it your way, I think quietly while cursing my choices in leaving the comfort of my bed to follow in whatever shenanigans he has planned. The sound of running water breaks my thoughts and I look at him expectantly. He just smirks and continues walking ahead. Cheeky bastard.

Soon after my eyes meet the sight of two glorious waterfalls. The awe that locks my body in the same place only lasts for a few seconds. I laugh delightedly and run towards the edge of the water.

"How did you-" the question starts to leave my mouth but is interrupted by "I know how much you like them, and thought we could make some memories here", that is whispered in my lips, sealed by a loving kiss.

I draw him closer, the heat of our kiss constantly growing. Groans and soft moans escaped both of us. After a breathless make-out session and many questioning look between us. He tears our clothes, leaving only our underwear to keep us semi-covered. Kisses that will definitely leave marks are placed on her neck, brutal ones, while he sucks and bites her soft spots making her turn into a puddle of pleasure and want in his arms as he carries her towards the waterfalls.

"What are you doing, we are in public?"

"Keep quiet then," he says as he directs us right under the falling water.

The temperature and the pressure of it is the first shock. But is forgotten shortly after as he hikes me higher and starts worshipping my tits. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth and plays with it, alternating between gently licking and forceful sucks accompanied by harsh bites, torturing me as he pinches with one of his hands and the other one. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer, he happily obligates, chuckling at my neediness.

When he gets bored of his teasing, he lets go and rips my panties, which are thoroughly drenched both by my arousal and the water and removes his boxers.

"Ready?", he asks huskily.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice unable to reach any louder tunes.

He connects our foreheads and keeps steady eye contact with me. He enters me in one swift motion, leaving both of us breathless and gasping for air. He sets a pace that hits every right spot just right, making me see stars, and moans flying out of my permanently open mouth. His movements are rough and deep at just the right speed. The water running down my body and the way his thrusts make me bounce… the insanity of it all driving me crazy and right at the edge. Only he would ever imagine doing such a thing. Getting me to such a beautiful place characterized by the waterfalls the one feature of nature I absolutely adore and thoroughly fuck me dumb until I can't remember my name, plaguing this place internally in my mind with this memory.

"You know what you are doing"

"About what? Getting you to cum in such a short time, yes I believe so."

"Everything, you planned this"

"Of course, I did, my love. Now scream my name as you come undone. I know you are close. I can feel it. Let go for me"

And that I did. His name yelled upward as my back arched, but getting lost in the force of the water. He continued riding out my orgasm. Kissing her chest, while driving into her hips, which were held in a tight grip and will be covered in hand-shaped bruises, losing themselves in the pleasure they felt. When they both came, they smiled at each other and silently thought about round two, no words needed to be said. As they ran and crashed into each other directly in the soil shit-eating grins plastered their faces.

"Now that we indulged in this one fantasy I believe that we should try one more."

"Which is?"

"Eat you out while in public, underneath the stars as you list each constellation you can think about." He whispered sweetly in my ear before leaving a butterfly kiss on my pulse point, feeling it jump in excitement. He crawled backwards placing both of my thighs on his shoulders and covering them in hickeys. Once he was satisfied with covering me up with his marks, he delved into my pussy. This was the first time I stuttered while listing my favourite constellations and the stories behind their names.

Teasing licks placed here and there, driving me crazy with want. My hands flew around to find something to steady me and my head never stayed still, being slowly covered in soil and fallen leaves. The flat of his tongue moved from bottom to top collecting everything that was dripping, earning highly praised whines. Things changed soon though. His movements became more frantic. His tongue flew in and out of her while he swallowed everything I offered him, flickering my clit and sucking at it making black spots dance in my hazy vision.

Heaven must feel like this, they both thought.

"What about Cassiopeia?" He asked, reminding me of the task at hand.

"She- Oh God… yes… just like that. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."

"Like that?" He hummed teasingly, as he devoured my whole being. The messy hair, the glistening skin covered in water and sweat, the pink tint in the cheeks, the already forming hickeys, everything seemed godlike to him.

"I'm close"

"I know. I got you"

As these words were spoken, heavy rain broke down, making every sensation hit them tenfold. He collected me in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"We should do this again," I said into his skin

"God, if we don't have a fever we will be so lucky."

"Well, in my perspective we will get sick either way. Why don't we stay and try other fantasies"

"I love the way you think," he said as he leaned back into the soil, giggles breaking the pitter-patter of the rain, leading to an unforgettable night.

words: 1.029

#remus lupin #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fluff #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you

[hyunnows]

A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL | TEASER

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In which Jeongin watches you chase after Seungmin over and over, waiting for his turn to have your heart.

PAIRING(S) | Jeongin x reader, Seungmin x reader

THEMES | angst, fluff, unrequited love (two of them), best friends to lovers, high school!au, best friend!Jeongin, lots of background characters, based on a love so beautiful (inspired by both versions), embarrassing and slightly humiliating scenes, crying, heartbreak

WORD COUNT | 10k+

RATING | pg

RELEASE | 25.10.23

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You’re bright and bubbly when you slip your gift into Seungmin’s desk, excited to see him sport a [Y/N]-original accessory and hopefully fall for you. 

Unfortunately, fate had another plan.

“Sorry [Y/N], I’m not really a jewelry guy…” Seungmin trails off, handing you back the box you’d given him earlier that day, all the bracelets inside and bundled. He tries to ignore his friend’s snickers, rubbing his neck nervously whilst handing you the small cardboard box, cheeks red in embarrassment.

You take it with two hands, barely gripping it at all with your shaky hands and blurry vision. They were laughing at you, and he didn’t like the bracelets. A quiet, "Oh, o-okay,” is all you manage to get out, biting your lip harshly as you tuck your hard work away. "Sorry.”

Seungmin gives you a guilty smile, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs, giving you an awkward wave, and running back to his group, who tease him loudly about you. He cringes at their jokes, hiding his face from you and walking away.

You think you should be crying by now, seeing as he rejected you, but you’re more ashamed because not only was Seungmin embarrassed by being around you, but his friends seemed to think you were a joke as well. How mortifying.

You hear a shuffling pair of feet approach you before you’re wrapped in the long, strong arms you call home. “They teased him and laughed. Laughed, Jeongin…” your voice shrinking in sadness. You turn to him, eyes watering. "Am I that unlikable?”

Of course, Jeongin tells you no. "You’re the most likable person I know,” in a reassuring, uncharacteristically sweet whisper. You sigh, causing him to hold you tighter to his chest. "They just… they need glasses,” evoking a light snort from you.

Turning into his chest, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing an “Ew,” from Jeongin, although he had been the one to initiate the hug in the first place. You mutter a shut up at his faux disgust. After a tight squeeze, you release him, pulling out the now squished cardboard and handing it to him, a light tint in your cheeks as your hands brush against each other’s. “What’s this?”

“He, um, isn’t into jewelry, so I thought you could have them. They’re too big for my wrist, and I’d hate to waste Hyunjin’s nice beads,” beaming hopefully at him. You open the box, pulling out your favorite and sliding it on Jeongin’s wrist, blind to the pure puppy-love expression the brunet was giving you. Cringing slightly, you frown at the fact that you hadn’t even asked him if he wanted the bracelets. "You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to—”

Before you can pull it off him, he yanks his hand back, holding around the bracelet tightly. There was no way he wasn’t going to wear a bracelet you gave him. Granted, you’d made it with the intention of Seungmin wearing it, but he’d take what he could get. "I-um, I’ll wear it. It’s a neat bracelet,” awkwardly releasing his wrist and dropping it to his side. 

“Neat?”

“Leave me alone. This is why I’m not nice to you.”

You feel your heart flutter, but you assume it’s out of general happiness and not the fact that Jeongin wanted what you’d made. It wasn’t as if you wanted Jeongin’s approval or anything—you cared about Seungmin’s because you like him, and you definitely didn’t like Jeongin. 

Then why aren’t you able to stop the way your heart quickens around him these days?

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[aussiepineapple1st]

That Time of Month

Leon x F!Reader

A/N: This is my experience with periods. I don’t know exactly how they should normally work other than getting them at the same time every month. So I just went with what mine are like.

Words: 1,672 Contains: Fluff, Period talk, Domestic Leon.

Leon was coming home today, he had been in quarantine for the passed week. He had been texting you through your cheap burn phones. He always hated being stuck in DSO's Private hospital rooms, they were nice as you have stayed in there multiple times before. But you liked the quiet time where you could just read, draw and listen to music while you passed the time slowly. Not having to worry about your job. For Leon, however, it was absolute torture after the first 2 days. He would get antsy try to find something to do, anything! Colouring the provided adult colouring books, reading, he would listen to his music, but he would soon start pacing. He was mainly extroverted, though he didn't need to be out and doing something on the town type of extroverted. He liked his company, yes going out was a bonus, but he liked to be around people. You especially.

Your phone buzzes. "Almost home :P" You smile at the text and begin typing your reply.

"Don't text and drive." 

"Make me"

You just chuckle to yourself, placing your phone back down on the island bench. You had been cleaning all morning, having gotten back from a job yourself, but didn't come into contact with any viruses or parasites, so quarantine wasn't needed. The house was usually tidy because both of you seemed to be on a lot of jobs lately, seeming to come home, get one good night's sleep then back out on the field. But you had been home for 4 days now and had been lazy with dishes, plus the bathroom and bedroom needed a good cleaning and vacuuming. 

You did this all despite getting your period. You didn't get them on the regular maybe skipping a few months at a time to a few years, those times would get Leon's hopes up that you could be pregnant, but the tests were always negative. Luckily you had felt that cramping last night and put a pad on just to be safe. You felt like crap and would sometimes have to stop what you were doing, bending over to put pressure on your pelvis to help with the bout of pain. Currently you were standing in the kitchen doing the dishes, looking around the large space of your living area, your sink being on the island bench facing out so you could converse while cleaning up. The thought of how lucky you were despite your job and the things you have seen, you had an amazing 2 story house out in the hills, a loving boyfriend who you were hoping was going to propose to you at any time, but honestly didn't mind if you didn't get married. It was mainly the thought. You were basically husband and wife already, just without the legality and paperwork, and rings were a slight hazard, even though you would both wear gloves when out on a job.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the uncomfortable crampage turning up to a 9, causing you to squat down in a ball of discomfort and pain. You feel your skin going clammy and was sure you lost all your colour, one hand still holding onto the edge of the bench above your head. You were in so much pain you didn't even hear the door opening.

"I'm home!" Calls an all too familiar voice from the front door, all the way across the room from where the kitchen was. 

Strange.. There was no response? Leon was sure you were home. Dropping his keys in the bowl beside the entrance with a clang, he drops his bag while looking around. He could smell the citrus of the cleaning products you liked to use and saw a nicely lit house. You had opened all the curtains to the windows and letting a nice cool breeze in. Yeah you were definitely here, so why were not you running at him and leaping into his arms like he would normally be welcomed home.

"(Y/N)? You here?" He calls scanning the kitchen area and seeing some fingers, white from gripping the edge tight. They lift up and give a wave.

"Over here.." You say grunting out your words.

That didn't sound good, Leon makes his way towards the kitchen and peers around the island bench to see you scrunched up in a ball. He walks over to you and kneels down placing a hand on your shoulder, you felt all cold and clammy. "Hey.. What's wrong?" He asked with worry in his voice. Seeing your flushed face as you look up to him, your nose wrinkled in pain.

"Period.." Was all you could get out, exhaling through the cramp, this one was lasting a while.

Leon's shoulders relax, he thought you had been hurt, well, you were hurting, but it was nothing either of you could really do and you weren't bleeding out. Well.... You were, but this was the 'natural' type. "Alright, up we go." He said lifting you into his arms. He gives you a kiss on the temple as he walks you over to the lounge.

"Welcome home, by the way." You were starting to come back to reality, the cramping finally starting to calm to a more bareable pain.

"We really should get you checked out, I'm a guy and even I don't think this is normal." He said skipping over your welcome home, but it didn't go unappreciated.

"I know.. But when have I got the time? The appointments have to be made in advance and we don't know when we will be back or going out on jobs." You say as Leon places you down on the couch. He gives a frustrated look as you were very right, but he hated seeing you this way. It wasn't often, thank god, but when it did happen he absolutely abhorred that your body would do this to you.

"Do you think maybe you could be pregnant? You seem to be in more pain than normal?" He asked. "I heard one of the office girls talk about the pain she felt before she found out she was pregnant."

You shake your head. "No.. I'm bleeding this time."

"Oh.. Right." He sounded disappointed. You knew he wanted at least one kid. Though you were both getting older, and having a child in your line of work was just a death wish for the child. That or easy orphanage, and Leon was an orphan so he didn't want to put any child through that. But he still would have that glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Leon makes his way to the hallway leading to the bathroom, toilet and 2 guest rooms. Opening the doors of a closet built into the wall, he takes out a maroon wheat pack. Placing it in the microwave for 3 minutes, he searches around the kitchen cupboards for some snacks. You had said you were out shopping the other day when he called you from how bored he was, then he suddenly remembered. Walking over to his bag beside the front door he picks it up and takes it over to you. 

Kneeling down in front of you on the couch he reaches into his bag, pulling out some sour lollies, a box of Ferrero Rocher's and a very crushed flower he had picked on his way home. "Oh.. um.. This did look pretty." He said with a sheepish smile, you take it from his hand anyway and smell it.

"It still smells nice though." You smile and lean towards him, Leon closing the gap between you as your lips touch and a quick kiss.

The microwave beeps and he makes his way over there, removing the wheat back and bouncing it in his hand as it was hot to the touch to start with. You realise the room starting to get darker, hearing the curtains being closed.

"You don't have to, I know you like the sunlight coming through."

"I do, but we can't watch a movie with the glare." He replies. Grabbing a blanket from the another couch before laying it over you, placing the wheat pack over your pelvis. You sigh with relief after a short moment, Leon standing beside you until he heard your discomfort lessening. 

"What movie were you thinking of watching?" You ask knowing what the answer was going to be already. 

"Do you even have to ask?" He said grabbing the remote controls, sitting you up he grabs a few pillows to place on his lap so you could lean against them.

"Kung Fu Panda 2 it is then." You smile as you lean back into the pillows and as Leon wraps his arms around you. You were already eating the sour lollies he had bought. "Did you just happen to grab these?"

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted a date night and this could be after snacks. But plans have changed and I'll go out to get some takeaway." He answers pressing another few kisses to your temple. He had really missed you, both dancing around each other with separate jobs lately over the passed month. You would come home and Leon would have been pulled out to work that previous night, then he would come home and you had been sent international that morning.

"Sorry.." You apologise feeling guilty that you had ruined his plans.

"Sorry? It's not your fault you're in pain." He reasons, not accepting the apology. "Besides, I get a week off so we can do whatever you want when you are ready." He smiled and starts to search for his favourite movie. 

You both spend the rest of the afternoon watching the movie then catching up, just talking about your jobs and what you had experienced, needing to talk to each other about it and how you were feeling. Leon then leaves to get some Chinese and sushi, coming home with many different options. Tonight was a night of alcohol, laughing and feasting.

🏷️: @phoenix666stuff @maehemthemisfit @greywardensaywhat

#cramps #domestic leon #fluff #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon x f!reader #leon x fem!reader #leon x female reader #leon x reader #period #resident evil #vendetta leon

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Written at 3am on mobile.

Plz come home blade, this is the "fluffiest" idea I have for you rn, I promise to write a genuine soft fic if you come home soon.

Blade x fem! Reader

Warnings: blood, murder, violent thoughts towards reader, slight dubcon, fear/paranoia, possessiveness, toxic relationship. Like, extremely so. Even blade hates himself for it lmao. Slight (?) Yandere blade

Minors/blank blogs dni.

In which you realize you'll never be able to let go, regardless of what happens.

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The scent of copper and sight of crimson makes your head dizzy.

He's never killed anyone in front of you before. You always had an inkling that he does, considering he would return from other missions given to him by other people in blood, some wounds healed others not. You've also patched him up before too, wincing at the sight but said nothing.

You wanted to ignore it. Play pretend and smile, but once you learnt his name, the bounty on his head, his actual job...

It wasn't long until you fully cracked, and before you knew it, you started to be fully afraid of him. And yet, you couldn't let go, despite every fiber in your beings screaming at you to run away.

Maybe you should have.

Because the sight you're greeted with is nothing short of horrific -

Seven dead bodies, cut straight through the chest. Some had their skull split open, his sword covered in crimson. You didn't see it action, he told you to cover your eyes.

But it just made everything worse. Their screams still echoing in your head, ears ringing, mind-space blurry and unable to comprehend just what exactly happened here.

You knew he would come even if your brother didn't tell him to. He would always come, and while it seemed romantic at first, it started to worry you later on.

Because he's the only one 'allowed' to hurt you.

This group had chosen the wrong target. You almost pitied them, but as Blade turns around, suppressing a maniac grin, your world comes to a halt. Your ears are buzzing and you can't make out the words he's saying.

"... Why? You - you didn't have to kill them - "

"They would have killed you if I didn't." His voice is steady, so unlike your trembling form. He takes three steps towards you, stopping in place when you scoot away, bare knees surely bruised by now.

"You could have - you could have just taken me before they did anything. You're just - you're just using me as an excuse to - !"

You bite your tongue. Blade wouldn't kill you, right? But from the way his hands would tremble around your neck, how his bites draw blood from your flesh, the bloodlust that hanged in the air even as he would stroke your hair oh so gently. He probably would, someday. He wants to love you whilst killing you.

He's incapable of loving you normally.

You don't move away again when he walks closer. You don't cry when he squats, eye-leveled with you. You don't push his hand away as he gently takes your cheek in his hand.

Blood gets smeared on it, tainting you. From the smile on his face, you think he likes the sight. He always told you how red is a lovely color on you.

You just wish he didn't look at you with dreamy eyes, just right after looking at you like prey.

His thumb wipes away the tears you didn't know you were shedding. More blood smears across your face.

"They hurt you."

"Like you don't?"

Blade hums, free hand moving some stray hairs out of your face. "You know I love you. Right?"

You breathe in. Does he even know the meaning of 'love'? Why does his definition of it has to be so twisted? Why is he so possessive yet distant?

"I wish you would love me normally."

"I can't love like you do." A single kiss to your forehead. And then another to your nose, and then you let him kiss you on the lips. It's soft, gentle. So unlike the grip he has on the back of your neck. Firm enough to keep you in place, fingers twitching as he imagines cracking it.

While at the same time imaging how sweet you look, how he's 'happy' that he came in time -

How much he genuinely loves you.

He's too lucid to deny he wants to hurt you. But he's also too possessive and 'lovestruck' to let go, even when it's common sense.

You're also too deep in to push him away. When his lips start to move against yours, you return it hesitantly.

Why can't you make up your mind?

When Blade pulls away, you think you can see the slightest hint of guilt and self-loathing within those eyes. It leaves as quickly as it's shown, and you're left pondering if you just imagined it.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I can stop loving you."

#yandere blade #blade x reader #blade honkai #hsr #hsr blade #yandere blade x reader

[buckttommy]

Season 6B promo dropped and immediately reignited the most insane brainrot I've ever had so here's a couple hundred words of spec fic

Christopher hates hospitals. Always has. At this point, probably always will. Nothing good ever happens in them, at least, not to him. Somewhere on another floor, down the halls, pregnant ladies are giving birth, holding their babies in their arms, smiling down at them after all those long months of waiting. Husbands and wives and fathers and mothers and siblings are waking up, seeing their loved ones for the first time in days, weeks, months.

Hospitals are nice for them.

He wonders, sometimes, if it's hospitals that are cursed or just his family—if something bizarre and uncanny happens to them whenever they walk through the doors that makes it unlikely they'll ever come out. Christopher knows that's not logical, that curses and jinxes are all just make believe, but when he ends up on the wrong side of those doors so often, he can't help but wonder what he did to get on the universe's bad side. He's twelve for pete's sake, he hasn't even discovered weird stuff on the internet yet.

Hen sits down next to him, her knees creaking just like his dad's. She takes the empty paper cup from his hands, hot chocolate still clinging to the edges, and throws her arm around his shoulders.

"Hey kid."

"Hey."

"How are you holding up?"

Not great, but when is he ever great when something like this happens? Bad things happen in threes, that's what they say. First time, it was his dad kneeling down to tell him about his mom. Second time, it was Buck sitting on his bed to tell him about his dad. This time, it was Bobby pulling up in the truck in front of his school to tell him both Buck and Dad got hurt. That's three, isn't it? Three times his parents have gotten hurt. Three times he's had to prepare himself to say goodbye.

They're cursed. Definitely cursed.

He shrugs. "I'm fine."

Hen nods slowly, lips pursing like she doesn't believe him but doesn't know if she should press him about it. He hopes she doesn't. He's scared and angry, and he gets mean when he's feeling scared sometimes. He doesn't want to be mean to Hen, he just wants to sleep.

"You know they're going to be okay, right?"

Her voice is gentle, warm. It's her Mom Voice. He hears her use it on Denny sometimes and he always has to leave the room because it makes him think about his own mom. He definitely doesn't want to hear it right now, but he gets tired of adults tiptoeing around him all the time, treating him like he's a kid who doesn't know what it means to come this close to losing everything.

His voice is flat, monotone and bitter. "Dad's unconscious and Buck's in a coma."

"Yeah. I know. But their bodies just need to recuperate after what happened." Hen squeezes his hand, waits until he meets her eyes. "They're going to be okay."

Christopher shrugs, withdrawing his hand from her grip.

Hen doesn't reach for it again.

She sighs and gets up. Wanders over to where Chimney and Bobby are sitting, the three of them speaking in low tones as they shoot anxious glances at him and the doors his dad and Buck were whisked through. Someone has to come out eventually, either to tell him Dad's awake and asking for him or to tell him they're both dead, nothing they could do, with that clinically sad look on their faces that doctors always have. Nothing to do but wait and see which way the house of cards is going to fall.

Christopher takes a deep breath, draws his phone from his pocket, and pulls up Candy Crush. He hasn't played it since his dad got shot, his high score still immortalized from the last time he sat in these chairs. If nothing else, he has practice with this part — the waiting, the held-breath tension, the bite of the hospital armrests against his forearms, so he clicks on the next level, watches the candy drop onto the board, and sinks into the game, breath getting stuck in his throat every time those doors open.

He really does hate hospitals.

#I wrote this on my phone in 30 minutes IDK #jack.txt #my fic

[pedrito-friskito]

harlequin - frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you read a very good book, and frank gives you a reminder

warnings: uhm. voyeurism if you squint, p-in-v sex, frank’s dirty fucking mouth, idk man this just fuckin HAPPENED

a/n: @saintmurd0ck and I had a conversation about frank watching you read porn books and then this happened and it had to be hell’s angel so HERE WE ARE

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You’ve had your nose in the book for the past two hours.

Frank’s noticed — of course he has, it’s hard not to — and at first, he found it endearing, how engrossed you were in the novel, the sound of a flipped page reaching his ears every minute or so. You had both knees drawn up to your chest, the book pressed into your thighs, one hand holding the covers flat against your legs while you had the fingers of the other at your mouth, chewing the pad of your thumb, only releasing it long enough to turn your page before slipping it back between your teeth.

“Good book, angel?”

“Uh-huh.”

That was the most response he’d gotten out of you since you’d picked up the thing. Since you’d cracked open the cover, you’d barely said a word, not commenting when he changed the radio station or stopped for coffee. You’d barely nodded when he pressed your drink into your hand, manoeuvring a bit to keep the book open while you sipped and ate one of the donuts he bought.

But now, Frank notices something different.

The coffee and donut are long gone, and you’re still immersed in the book. But now, one leg is lowered, knee bouncing, and as Frank glances over, your other leg joins it, thighs tensing as you press them together. You have the book balanced in one hand now, thumb pressed down to keep the pages open, and he watches as your other hand skims the top of your thigh, the heel of your hand dragging along your leggings before your nails dig in.

Your lip gets caught between your teeth, and it’s only then that Frank notices the cover of the book.

Harlequin Romance.

Frank’s not a fool, and the photo on the cover gives him all the details he needs to figure out just what you’re reading. “Didn’t know you read those kinds of books,” he comments, but you barely seem to register the words, head nodding slightly, but your eyes are still glued to the page.

He waits for a few minutes, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. The hand on your thigh is now pressed between your legs. “Wanna tell me what’s happening on that page?”

You don’t say a word, but shake your head a definite no, chewing your bottom lip so hard Frank’s worried you’re gonna draw blood. He chuckles, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel.

It’s a few more miles before he hears the rustling of fabric.

He should have known, should have sensed it, could feel the heat rolling off of you and filling the truck cab. Frank chances another glance in your direction, and his throat goes dry as a desert.

Your leggings around around your ankles, the book dangling from one hand, and the other is shoved down the front of your underwear. He sucks in a breath, nearly swerving off the road when his eyes get stuck on your moving knuckles beneath the fabric. Your head tilts back against the headrest a moment later, chest heaving.

He’s grateful as all hell the road you’re on is basically deserted, that you’re not pulling this shit on a busy highway in the middle of rush hour. “You fuckin’ serious right now?” he asks, hands tensing on the steering wheel. “Book that dirty?”

“Dirty, yes,” you gasp out, the book clattering to the floor of the truck as your hand flies out and lands on his thigh, nails digging into his muscle. He’s half hard already, cock straining against his zipper at the mere sight of you all hot and bothered, and he already knows where this is going. “Not nearly as good as you though, baby.”

“That right?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, your tone higher, voice going all breathy and strung out, just like he likes it.

The next turn that comes up he takes, rolls the truck to a stop along the side of the road. There’s no houses around, nothing but trees and asphalt for miles in all directions, and your head whips to the side as Frank cuts the engine, throwing off his seatbelt and slipping out of the truck. He can feel your heavy gaze tracking him, watching through the windshield as he loops around the truck, heading for the passenger side. He’s undoing his belt as he goes, fumbles for his zipper before reaching for the door handle.

“Frank?” you ask, all innocent now, but your leggings are a puddle on the truck floor, your panties hanging around your ankle, and Frank snatches your foot, ripping the scrap of lace away and shoving it into his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

He grabs your thigh, pulling your legs around the side so they’re hanging off the edge, knocking your knees wide so he can stand between them. You gasp when he curls both hands around your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the seat and lifting your knees so they hook over his hips.

“Showing you just how good I am, princess.” He leans forward, groaning at the sight of your bare pussy and dragging his tongue through your folds, sucking at your clit for a fraction of a second before he’s pulling back, freeing his cock from his boxers and dragging his tip through your wetness.

You’re fucking soaked, and he can’t help himself, only teasing his length along you once before he’s sinking into your heat. His hands move to your hips, wrapping around and pulling you down on his cock.

“You like those books, huh, angel?” he asks, setting a fast pace, unable to help himself from plowing into you, stifling a groan as you tighten around him. “Does that turn you on? Reading those dirty books?”

Wordlessly, you nod, an incoherent moan passing your lips. You slide both hands up your shirt, groping for your chest, and Frank just watches, rapt.

“Yeah, play with those pretty tits, princess. Nobody fucks you like I can. S’pussy was made for me.”

He can already feel your muscles going taut, back arching off the bench seat as he thrusts harder into you. His gaze alternates between your blissed-out face and your pussy, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you, the skin of your thighs glistening with your slick.

“Frank.”

“Yeah?” he grunts, one hand resting on your stomach, splaying across your skin. “So fuckin’ good, huh, baby? You gonna cum for me?”

You nod again, and Frank just watches as your face screws up in pleasure, spine bending until your chest is flush with his, your arms wrapping around his neck as you ride out the wave. He wants to eat the noises that fall out of you, and he knows he’s not gonna last.

Before he can even tell you he’s gonna cum, you’re shoving at his shoulder, making him stumble back a step, cock slipping out of you as he grabs hold of the truck door. Frank barely even knows what’s happening, feels like he’s watching a movie as you scramble down from the truck and sink down, leggings thrown onto the dirt as a cushion. You curl one hand around his hip, the other around the base of his cock, and swallow him down.

“Fuckin’ shit,” Frank grits, gripping the top of the truck cab, palm slamming into the metal so hard the noise echoes through the forest, but he doesn’t care. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, angel.”

You look up at him from where you’re knelt, nails digging into the meat of his ass, and as your gazes meet, he’s a goner. The coil snaps and he spills into your mouth, hips stuttering against your face. You take every twitch, unmoving from your spot, eyes glued to his, wide and blinking and beautiful. It’s a powerful orgasm, one he can feel from the top of his head right down to the soles of his feet, and you are unwavering, taking every drop he has to offer.

A blur of movement, and then he’s sitting in your spot in the truck, watching through half-lidded eyes as you pull your leggings back on, wiping the dirt from your ass and wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. Grinning, you lean into the truck, pressing a kiss to his lips, fingers under his chin.

“I’ll drive.”

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[howdy-cowpoke]

TIMING: During the Winter Wickedland festival LOCATION: The Commons PARTIES: Monty (@howdy-cowpoke) & Kaden (@chasseurdeloup) & Mack (@realmackross) SUMMARY: Monty wants to take Mack out for a fun afternoon to take her mind off things, and convinces Kaden to come along. It’s a holly jolly good time… and there’s singing. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

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To say it had been quite the year in Wicked’s Rest was an understatement. She had been pushed off a balcony, went ham on the town, attacked by a werewolf, turned into irl Goo Girl, and stabbed repeatedly, and now, all the zombie wanted to do was to have some fun. So when she was somehow invited to hangout with Monty and Kaden, her other two dads – Mackenzie has a lot of dads in this town okay? – she was reluctant at first, but decided to join in on the holiday fun. Plus, there had been the strong possibility of getting to see Sellama Gomez at some point, and that was always a draw.

Where am I meeting you guys again? She had pushed send on the group text message, not sure of where she was supposed to meet them or what was happening. Just that it was supposed to be a fun day.

—

While Monty wasn’t privy to all the things in Mack’s life that’d been difficult as of late, she sprung to mind when he heard about the winter festival that was being put on. She could use something nice, he figured, and seeing as how Kaden had a bit more experience with people her age, he was inclined to ask his partner along as well. The more the merrier, and all that. 

The pair were walking down a busy street when they both received the text, and Monty glanced around, looking for some landmarks. Starring Role Pâtisserie jumped out at him and tightened his grip on Kaden’s arm, pulling them off to the side and out of the way of other people while he tapped out a reply.

We’re in front of Starring Role. We can wait here for you, there’s a bench nearby! 

Smiling up at Kaden, Monty threaded their fingers before tugging him over to the bench he’d spotted, sitting close before quickly becoming distracted by a passing dog. His soft coo still drew the attention of the owner and they smiled, letting the dog approach for pets. It wasn’t until the corgi and her owner had gone that Monty sat back and sighed. “I should have brought the dogs!” he complained with a chuckle, knowing full well that Azul, Cinder, and Pomelo would be one hell of a handful together and with this many people around. “But ah, I thought we could take Mack back to the farm after, I know she’s been wanting to visit her llama. Sound okay? We could make dinner.” He still had plenty of organs set aside that they could make into something nice for him and Mack, and there was also a good selection of normal food at the house now that Kaden was spending so much time there. 

—

Kaden had seen the big winter festival pop up in town earlier in the month. It was hard to miss it, even if his time was mostly spent corralling reindeer as of late. Truth be told, he didn’t have much intent on visiting it. That was until Monty invited him to join him and Mack to the festivities. He should have seen that coming in some respect. If it wasn’t Monty dragging him there it would have been Alex eventually. He wasn’t sure why he thought he would end up missing the town event in any case. Not that he was complaining about spending time with either of his undead company for the day. 

As they sat and waited, a smile crept onto his face. Kaden  wasn’t sure if the smile on his face was attributed more to the dog or the man next to him reaching down to give it scritches. Probably Monty, if he was being honest.  “If we brought Shadow, too, we’d have one dog per hand,” he added with a laugh. “Probably good we left them at home.” The four of them would have plenty of fun and love the attention but it definitely wouldn’t have been easy on the humans there. Not to mention, wouldn’t give them a lot of spare attention for Mack. “I’m sure we can find some kind of treat to bring back for them and for Mack’s llama. Anyway, dinner later sounds perfect,” he said with a smile as he went to stand up. 

He was pretty sure he saw someone that looked like the kid in question and figured she’d have an easier time spotting them if he was standing. He was tall enough to spot through a crowd most times and even if that wasn’t the case, he’d be able to see her easier this way. 

Once he caught a glimpse of the blonde hair, he waved and tried to catch her eye. He liked Mack. She was good with animals and actually watched nature documentaries sometimes. Also didn’t poke fun at him nearly as much as some of Alex’s other friends. Still, he was a little nervous to see her, didn’t want to intrude being the only one of the three of them with a beating heart. He knew Monty was great at mentoring other people like him and he got the feeling it was important to Mack, too. He didn’t want to be a bother. 

“Good to see you,” he told her when she walked over. “So, what do you two want to do first?”

—

As she made her way through the crowds looking for the location in the returned text, Mackenzie spotted just who she was looking for. Kaden towered over some of the shorter residents of Wicked’s Rest and as she laid eyes on him, a smile came to her face. It was nice having the opportunity to be around people who didn’t have any fault with her. Alex had been MIA, Winter…well that was an entirely different story, and it seemed as though everyone else, aside from Parker, had some excuse of why they hadn’t wanted to come around. Plus, there was the tension between her and Cass, but today was for Monty and Kaden, and as she forced the previous people out of her mind, she walked over to the two men.

“Yeah, good to see you, too. I’m not gonna lie. When Monty said you’d be coming along to this thing, I was kind of surprised. I didn’t expect this to be your scene, but I’m glad you’re here.” She leaned over when she got close enough and gave him a hug, before walking over to give Monty one, “I’m good with whatever you guys prefer. I’m just here for the ride. And to get out of the house for a while.” Mackenzie sent them both a warm smile.

—

The older zombie brightened when Mackenzie appeared, getting quickly to his feet beside Kaden to welcome her. A warm laugh bubbled up from his chest when she announced her surprise that Kaden had agreed to come, because he understood where she was coming from. He could be a rather serious person, at least to those who didn’t know him quite so well as Monty did, and an afternoon of winter solstice frivolity didn’t quite line up with most people’s impression of the man. But Monty knew that if he asked, Kaden would oblige, and he’d have plenty of fun to boot. He was sweet and funny in his way, and the cowboy hoped that that would shine through today for Mack to get a kick out of as well. 

“Getting out of the house is good,” he said softly as he gave the girl a tight squeeze, noting that like himself, she was probably underdressed for the weather. A perk of being dead, he supposed, if you could call it such a thing. He wouldn’t speak for all the zombies he knew, but as far as he was concerned, the cold was much more tolerable than the heat. When dead things get too hot, you start to have… problems.

“I did not have anything specific in mind, though…” He glanced over toward the Common, where the recent snowfall had been collected into a huge mountain that people were sledding on. “... I am curious to see just how uncoordinated any one of us might be on that thing.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, one that was begging for trouble. 

—

Kaden didn’t expect the hug, but he was far from upset, returning it without further question. “You caught me,” he said with a smile. “You two are the only reason I’m here.” He took a look around at all the activities and people around them. “Doesn’t look so bad, either way.” It was a nice change of pace from the goo-covered panic he had grown used to witnessing in town. 

The ranger raised a brow as he saw what his partner was pointing them towards. It was clear from the get-go that the cowboy had some sort of tricks up his sleeve with this one. Kaden didn’t know what, but he had a feeling someone was going to be on the other end of a prank. He had a feeling it was going to be himself, no doubt that Mack and Monty would be in on it together. No use avoiding it, it would only delay the inevitable. He huffed out a laugh and smiled. “Alright then, let’s go.” 

Before he could take a single step in the direction of the hill, he paused and furrowed his brow. The words he’d just said didn't sound quite right. Almost… melodic. That was fucking weird. It was probably nothing. He shook it off and kept walking, ushering the two undead right along with him. There were various sorts of sleds and snow tubes at the bottom of the hill to pick up and take with them and slide down. The trash can lid looked like a recipe for disaster. Not that the plastic dish beside it looked any safer but at least it was intended to use in the snow. 

Kaden watched as a group of people zoomed past them down the hill, laughing and yelling on the way. It looked like they had each gotten their own sled and had linked themselves together by holding onto the other’s sleds, hands, feet, you name it. “That looks like the way to go,” he told the others, his voice strangely sing-songy again. Kaden coughed to clear his throat. Putain, what was going on? In lieu of talking and having that happen again, he nodded toward the sleds, picked one for himself, and started the climb to the top of the hill. 

—

Mackenzie was excited by the prospects of the day with her two friends, especially knowing that they had wanted her there. She had already seen a softer side of Kaden when they had been trapped in the cabin together after the Volmugger incident, which had put any rumors of just how tough he was to shame and why a friendship with him had seemed to come easier than expected. And just having another zombie friend in her life, one with much more experience with the undead life than she could even imagine had meant more than Monty would ever know, especially considering all he had done for her when she was tripping on Serpent Flat energy.

The festival had offered a lot of different options to choose from, and seeing that sledding down a pretty large hill is where Monty had suggested and Kaden was leading them definitely didn’t disappoint. In fact, she had missed having adrenaline rushes that weren’t life or death, so this choice of activity had been highly welcomed. It was the unexpected song that Kaden was gracing them with that had caught the younger zombie off guard, “I expected fun, but I never expected to be serana-ded…” She threw a quick hand over her mouth when she, too, began singing instead of speaking, “I wanted a music career…but not like this…”

Seeing the hunter grab a sled as a quick solution to not having to speak - err - sing felt like the way to go, and finding the most worn out and intimidating looking make-shift sled, Mack was ready to feel the thrill of zooming down a hill at a stupid, scary speed to see if she didn’t get thrown half-way across town. Her footsteps following in his, she started to climb the hill as well, “Come on, Monty! Danger awaits!” The words still held a certain melody, but one of excitement and grit.

—

Why… were they both singing? Monty couldn’t help the confused but amused expression that flitted across his face as his gaze jumped between them, that grin remaining as they each picked out a sled and he, an innertube meant for use in water. Was this the prelude to some kind of weird prank? They were not going to get him to sing in public, that was for damn sure. Following the pair as they all hiked up the mound of snow, Monty waited for them to get situated on their respective sleds before dropping his tube between them and clambering into it a little clumsily. Remembering Kaden’s earlier (melodic) comment, he extended a hand to each of them with a grin, then dug his boot into the densely packed snow and dragged his tube forward, pulling them after him as he moved beyond the flattened top and onto the slope. Gravity did the rest, and the three of them went screaming down the hill. 

A few small ramps had been packed into the snow, and Monty realized with a yelp that he was headed right for one. His string of Spanish expletives sounded remarkably song-like as he got launched, losing his grip on the both of them in favor of clinging to his tube like his life depended on it, praying (and screaming) that he’d land upright.

He wasn’t quite so lucky, the wind ripping the lightweight sled out from under him and leaving him to hit the snow again with his back, where he slid down the rest of the hill, spinning until he was coming down headfirst and slowing to a stop at its base. 

If nothing else, the cowboy didn’t seem hurt (obviously) and was instead laughing breathlessly as his inner tube bounced up to him and plopped right on his chest. 

—

Kaden wasn’t sure if was relieved or only more concerned when he wasn’t the only one speaking in melodies. Was Mack just following his lead? He tried to see if she was picking on him just by looking at her, brows furrowed. No luck, couldn’t tell one way or another. Not that he knew what he was expecting to learn just by looking at her. 

Once they were at the top of the hill and sat on their snow tubes, Kaden took Mack and Monty’s hands and readied himself for the ride. When his partner started spouting swears, he couldn’t help but laugh as he watched him head for the ramp ahead. It took him a moment to realize that Monty had let go of his hand but when he did, he tried to reach out to grab the man’s tube to try and keep them together. It was no use. All it did was throw himself off balance and had him sliding down the hill backwards. 

Now Kaden was the one shouting curses in a foreign language, holding onto Mack as best he could. There was no missing the stupid smile plastered on his face on the way down, though, or the laughter in between the expletives. 

“Everyone alright?” he asked once they were all at the bottom, trying to catch his breath as he laughed. His voice was still stupidly sing-song-y. Putain de merde.

—

Mack had positioned herself and latched onto Monty’s hand ready for the thrill of going down the hill at a ridiculous speed. But before she realized it and could really say, err, sing anything else, she felt herself being pulled forward by the momentum of Monty and Kaden moving too. And without holding back, she opened up her mouth and let a loud scream of happiness come out.

It was when she felt the release of Monty’s hand from hers that she realized they had been separated and as quickly as she could, managed to catch Kaden’s in the nick of time as they continued down the hill behind Monty who was now rolling like a whiskey barrel on the loose. And her screaming turned into laughter as she glanced over towards Kaden who was sing cursing in French.

Finally, when the ride was over, Mack leaned her head back and took a deep breath as she released Kaden’s hand, “What a ride! Can we do it again? I want to hit the ramp and fly down to the end!” The words were almost like lyrics as they left her mouth, “What the fuck is happening?” The music seemed to match everything she was singing as she looked to Kaden and Monty, still smiling, but shaking her head.

—

“Ai, the ramp is all yours next time, hermana,” Monty groaned, pushing the innertube off of himself so he could sit up, realizing a little too late that the three of them were still… sing-speaking, as if building up to a full-blown song and dance number in a musical. He wasn’t a huge fan of it, but after more than five years in this town, he knew better than to question the weird goings-on, as long as they didn’t seem to be harming anyone. And this, while annoying and embarrassing, appeared harmless. For now. At least it wasn’t just him.

He sat back for a moment to catch his breath, leaning on his hands and watching other people come soaring down the hill as they had. Everyone’s voices seemed to have a musical quality to them, and he shook his head thoughtfully. Oh well. Might as well ride the wave, as they say. Or in this case, the huge snowbank.

“Let’s do it again! Come on, Kaden, on your feet. Don’t mind the singing, I guess it’s kind of…. neat.” … That rhyme was involuntary. He laughed at himself, holding out a hand to help the man up, then reaching to do the same for Mack. “This feels a little like, you know. Dr. Suess! Like the Grinch, but we’re all Whoville Whos.” Holy shit. 

—

The singing didn’t seem to be stopping. In fact, Kaden was worried the whole thing might turn into a musical number with coordinated caroling coming from the people sliding down the hill behind them if they stayed there. Considering they were starting to rhyme. “I think this is a little out of my league.” The words came out like a melody no matter how hard he tried to temper them. “Let’s go before we get rhyming fatigue.” Really? That was the best rhyme he could come up with. “Putian de merde,” he grumbled in a sing-song aside, “this whole thing is absurd.” The last word came out in a cartoonish version of his own accent, forcing it to rhyme with merde. Even his grumble was melodic. Kaden wanted to ask how to make it stop but he was afraid to open his mouth. 

As much as he didn’t want to speak, it was like there was no way to avoid it. Once they were all standing, Kaden found himself wrapping an arm around each of their shoulders respectively, their steps all keeping in time to the music in the distance. Wait, the music in the distance? Why was there– And it sounded like a backing track to this strange song they were unwittingly writing on the fly. 

Kaden hated this. But biting his lip to keep from singing was getting harder to do. It was either clamp down until he bled or give up and go with whatever musical number they’d walked themselves into. “But it’s great being able to spend so much time with both of you. When you’re down or you're blue there’s nothing I wouldn’t do. Just say the word and I’m there, that’s how much I care.” Putain, there were dance steps now. This was dancing. Kaden couldn’t dance, never really tried, but somehow he was performing some kind of choreography all the same, spinning both Mack and Monty around and meeting up with them again, all in time to the swelling music. “Now let’s go explore the rest of this fair.”

In hindsight, maybe he should have tried a little harder to resist whatever was going on. 

—

Mack jumped to her feet with a sudden pep-in-her-step, when Monty gave her hand as she listened to him followed by Kaden singing their respective parts. This entire thing was starting to become really amusing. And it had almost reminded her of the musical she was in as a kid. It was fun and something she wouldn’t soon forget, but what sealed the deal on this memory was Kaden, who could be a bit of a grump, started really getting into the number as he danced in time and spun both her and Monty around.

The young zombie’s eyes lit up with joy as she laughed and broke free from Kaden and Monty, “Kaden, Monty, can this really be? It’s like we’re living in an episode of that show Glee! Singing and dancing to a holiday tune! Snow falling around us, it’s like a Hallmark movie airing at noon!” 

She ran forward, joining up with a group of dancers who had come out of nowhere for a dance break where she flipped and twirled with a genuine smile on her face. When she finished dancing with the group and they all scattered back out to their respective places, Mack met back up with Kaden and Monty, “Come on, Kaden! Don’t be grumpy! Keep singing this tune with me and Monty!” She looked to the cowboy curious for his reaction.

—

Monty had never been poetic. Even with something… strange going on, something inspiring them all to rhyme and sing and dance (and was that music natural?), he failed to connect to any kind of creative side of himself. For Mack, the connection was obvious. Even for Kaden, bless his heart, there was creativity and light in the passion he had for cooking. But Monty? God, he’d never done anything creative in his life, unless you counted a few bad sketches from a century ago. No, he didn’t have much to offer to this strange happenstance, and so he just found himself… laughing. Dancing, sure, being twirled on the spot by Kaden and loving every second of it, but he was too far down the giggling rabbit hole to provide anything of substance. 

When Mack looked at him, it was all he could do to regain his composure long enough to speak between snickers, “Don’t make me choose, don’t make me think! Let’s go for one more slide, then I need a drink.” There was plenty more to explore at this fair, and who knew if this bizarre compulsion would follow them when they left the snow mound, but… he didn’t mind it, really. Singing or not, it was a joy to get to spend the day with the pair. 

As long as it went away eventually. 

#. thread ; #. with ; kaden langley #. with ; mackenzie ross #. jazz hands ;

[hopingandwishingjs5]

3s A Charm

First time posting here so please be gentle with me. I wrote this little fic for a friend who is mad about Ben Chilwell and basically just wanted smut.

This is all twisted fantasy from my twisted mind, I honestly have no inclination to how, what Mr Chilwell is like in bed!

This fic is about consensual sex between 2 adults M&F. Its pretty tame in comparison to some so don't get too excited.

If you're not 18 I suggest you leave this page.

Warnings - language, sex, slight tormenting.

Word Count 3156.

“Bennnnnnnnn”

Her nails dragged across his back as she moaned out his name.

He half smiled to himself at her actions, same response, different chick.

“Just hang on a little longer for me babe, just let me get there with you”

Ben’s hips drove into her at a harsh rate, his breathing heavy and his leg muscles feeling the workout he was giving them.

Their bodies were slick with sweat, they’d been tumbling and pawing at each other for hours, starting with a slight rub on the thigh whilst out for dinner with friends, then dancing or humping against each other in the nightclub for a couple of hours, only to end up all handsy and necking each other in the Uber travelling back to Ben's like 2 teenagers.

When they finally reached his house and the door closed behind them Ben had pushed her up against the nearest wall, (always a fan favourite he’d thought smugly to himself). His hands had pushed up into her long dark hair and he’d feasted on her mouth, his tongue driving in between her lips and taking no prisoners once he did. She’d let him, she’d welcomed the intrusion, the way he dominated her, the way his hands gripped her hips, dragged her thighs up around his waist and banged her back against the wall with such force she’d shrieked out in shock.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you tonight, I’m gonna make sure when you leave tomorrow you’ll be sore for days”

His mouth nestled against her ear as he spoke slow and deep, each word clear as a bell, and the reaction it gave her was a full body shudder and a clenching of her core like he’d already entered her.

She dropped her head back and it hit the wall,

“I look forward to it Chilly”

So here they were, in his bedroom, naked, sweaty and into round 3 of his promise. She honestly thought he was all talk, but she now knew he was definitely a man of his word!

Round 1.

The first orgasm had arrived approximately 10 minutes after setting the challenge when he’d stripped her in the lounge, dropped her onto the sofa and eaten her out whilst her legs sat on either of his shoulders. He was talented on the pitch, but it literally bore no measure to the skill he had with his tongue. He was relentless, licking, biting, sucking and eventually adding his fingers to the equation and having her screaming his name out whilst he held her down on the sofa underneath his mouth.

As she tried to catch her breath she’d brushed the sweat soaked hair from his forehead back and looked him in the eye as he smiled at her, his mouth, chin and nose glistening from the rewards of his ministrations.

“Wow, Benjamin, you should licence that tongue of yours, its should be listed as a lethal weapon” she breathed out.

He laughed and lifted her from the sofa, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around his waist,

“Babe, you haven’t had my cock yet, now that’s a lethal weapon”

Round 2.

He’d lay her on his bed and crawled his way between her legs, his hands drawing slowly up her legs skirting around her sensitive area and travelling on up over her stomach towards her breast where he started rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then removing one hand he lowered his head and let his oh so talented mouth take over, his tongue lapping at the hard little nub, then his teeth raked across it then nipped it,making her gasp in pain and pleasure as he removed his mouth, replaced it with his thumb and forefinger and then repeated on the opposite breast. He could hear her moaning lowly, her breathing had sped up slightly and her thighs were now rubbing together.

“You like that babe?”

He spoke in between licking at the nipple he had been torturing with his tongue and teeth. She was biting her bottom lip, and she just nodded her head in response.

He smiled, he did like a silent partner…..

He crawled up higher and his mouth started working on her neck, just at the point where it met her shoulder, the fleshy edge where there was plenty of pliable skin for him to nip and suck and generally mark at will.

“Ben, please”

Her voice was a low moan, breathy and sultry.

“Babe?”

He never stopped,his mouth attached to her neck, now just below her ear, his tongue gently licking around the shell.

“Please, Justttttt”

He nipped at the front of her neck, licking afterwards to ease the slight pain.

“Babe?”

He was letting her hang there, her thighs could start a fire they were rubbing together so much, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, his back, into his hair, she was becoming undone and all he was doing was teasing her.

The feeling of power it gave him made his cock twitch and his adrenalin kick up another level.

“Speak to me babe”

He felt her shuddering breath as she tried to pull herself together enough to speak more than 2 words, but she was struggling because he’d moved back to her breasts and he was suckling on one, sucking it so deep into his mouth his nose was against her chest and could run his tongue all the way around it whilst it nestled within the cavity.

“Pleeeeease, Bennnnnnn, neeeeeeeeeeed ………… neeeeeeeeeeed to come”

She was gripping his hair tightly, allowing him the freedom to assault her body and bring her closer, slowly, so slowly to her climax, but she needed it now, the fire was building far too slowly for her.

His mouth came off her breast with a loud ‘pop’ and she shivered underneath him,

“Fuck!”

Ben smiled, this was too easy at times….

His hand skimmed her stomach then danced across her slick closely manicured core, feeling it twitch slightly as he teased it without actually entering the gateway.

“Want me to touch you there babe?”

He kissed and sucked on her stomach as he left the question hanging in the air. He felt her stomach muscles contract as he did and then felt the deep breath she took

“Please, oh god, yes”

She was gripping at the sheets on the bed, her legs had fallen wide apart from her knees and she was panting, the sweat now visible on her face, her make-up an abstract impression of what it had started out as.

“Your wish my command, blah, blah, blah”

Ben opened her legs the impossible inch more and drove 2 fingers deep within her without prior warning, her back arched and she cried out loudly, one arm rising and flopping across her eyes

“Oh God! Oh God!”

Ben watched as his fingers were sucked into her, the slick she was providing making movement back and forth so easy, she was so tight, so wet, so willing…..

He added a third finger, twisting them and then digging them in, searching for the softness he knew was the holy grail, Her legs shook, her back arched again and her hands were grabbing at anything they could reach

“There! There! Jesus…. Yes!“

And there it was, just at the end of his fingertip, he nudged it, stroked it, and generally pushed her over the edge of the cliff. He was rewarded with her core tightening around him so tight he thought he might lose the feeling in his fingers. The bed was soaked with her fluids and her body was limp from the experience.

He withdrew the digits and moved himself between her legs, feeling her jitter a little as his hips hit her sensitive middle as he moved. He lifted his fingers to her mouth and watched as she opened it slowly, her eyes heavy with post orgasm exhaustion.

“Clean me up babe, I’m gonna need them soon”

He lay watching her as she lapped at his fingers, drawing them into her mouth to let her tongue roll around them then push them out again.

She looked fucked-out, and Ben loved it.

Round 3.

“I can’t Ben, I’m done, I need to sleep”

He pulled her up from the bed sheets and hugged her to his chest,

“You can sleep later, I promise”

He wrapped his arms around her and brought his head down to kiss her, a long lingering, kiss that held the promise of so much more to come. His tongue pushed against her lips and she sighed as she let him in, hearing a low huff of a laugh as she did,

“Don’t be a fucker Ben, You’ve worn me out, we’re not all professional athletes you know”

He moved his head back and locked eyes with her,

“Poor baby, doesn’t want to be fucked by the professional athlete, says she can ‘go all night’ but actually she’s all talk”

He nudged her with his nose and let her flop back onto the bed as he looked down at her hoping his goading was enough to at least get another round out of her.

He watched as she huffed out a breath and sat up, her plumped up lips set in the straightest line she could manage whilst her eyes were angry slits

“Fuck off Ben! I can go all night with a normal human being, not one who’s intent on breaking me. How would you like it if I teased you and had you orgasming every 20 minutes? You’d want to rest too”

She’d now folded her arms across her enhanced chest and flicked her hair extensions over her shoulder where they lay limp due to sweat.

Ben smirked at her and then lifted his arms, fisting his hands and pretending to rub his eyes with them

“Boo Hoo, Poor me, some nasty man is trying to have sex with me by having lots of foreplay and teasing before we fuck and I can’t take it”

He spoke in a mocking tone and his stare backed it up.

She pushed at his chest

“How would you like it eh? Big Ben Chilwell?”

He sat up face to face with her and nodded at her whilst beckoning her with his hands

“Bring it on Princess”

He watched as her face showed the thoughts flashing in her mind then she moved round and her face set,

“Lie back Chilwell”

Ben smirked and lay down on his back, placing his arms behind his head and watched as she manoeuvred herself between his legs. She looked at him from under her ultra long lashes as she pulled her hair back, removing the hair bobble from around her wrist and tied it back.

Ben let out a small laugh “Let the fuckin games begin”

He watched as she lowered her head, her pink tongue peaking out from her lips and then he felt it run under his penis, he held his breath, he needed to hold it together.

Her hands gripped the base of his dick and she ran her long nails up one side and down the other, she felt him breathe in

“That okay for you Chilly?”

He looked at her and smiled,

“Fine Princess, you just carry on”

He focused his mind on his shopping list, he must remember to order sommmmmmmmmme dishwasher tablettttttttttttttttttts

She smoothed her lips down his dick and then dragged her tongue back up whilst keeping her mouth over it, gathering spit within her mouth she let it drip onto him then replaced her mouth with her hand, the movement of it up and down his now hard member was so much easier now it was wet. She was determined to get a response from him, so far all she’d seen was indifference.

She took him in her mouth, sucking, licking and letting her saliva coat him, then she sucked harder, letting him drop further back into her throat, her slight gag reflex hitting and there it was, his legs tense under her hands and as she looked up from under her lashes she saw him bite his lip. She repeated it again, only this time she let his dick sit against her throat and as she pulled him out she hummed along it,

“Fuuuuck”

His hand went to the back of her head and gripped her ponytail.

“Do that again”

He thrust up and she smirked as she lowered her head again, repeating the actions, feeling him twitch, tasting his pre-cum on her tongue, she felt him get harder, and his grip got tighter in her hair. He was huffing out breaths and swearing, promising her the world if she let him come in her throat, his legs were shaking, a slight sheen of sweat had appeared on them.

“That’s it, oh yeah, just….. take it babe…. just once more…. ju……….. what the fuc………..”

‘Pop’

She let him drop from her lips and she sat back, her hands now stroking his thighs, her eyes looking at his face that now carried a frown.

“Babe?”

“Chilly?”

“Babe, you can’t, I mean, I let you come, I got you off twice”

He held up 2 fingers as he spoke. 2 shaky fingers she noted.

“You did babe (She emphasised the word) but then you teased me lots, and you were mean afterwards”

She stuck out her bottom lip and made a baby face

“It sucks to be you at the moment doesn’t it Chilly?”

As she spoke she crawled up from between his legs to his chest, playing with his nipples, running her too long, too sharp nails across them, making him sink a little deeper into the mattress.

“D’you not like that Chilly? Not like having your sensitive nipples played with or teased?, Poor baby, poor professional athlete. Says he likes to ‘experiment and experience different things’ but actually, he doesn’t want to do anything that might ‘hurt’ him. Poor baby”

She smirked at him as she spoke, her voice dripping in sarcasm as she eased herself back a little then grabbed his dick and slid herself down onto it. Her reaction was a long deep sigh and his was a guttural moan that reverberated through his chest and she felt it on her hands resting there.

“Fuuuuuck, babe”

His hands came to her hips as she started riding him, her legs tight against him and her hands still resting on his chest.

Feeling her legs stating to shake she lifted herself, much to his dismay and turned herself around, facing his knees and sinking back onto him.

“Jesus babe, you’re killing me”

She laughed in between panting breaths

“That’s the aim Chilly”

He bent his knees and she gripped onto them, banging herself down onto him, feeling her own orgasm pitching as she did, the angle just perfect for her clit.

He felt her shudder, felt her start to clench around him, he was almost there, just a short minute behind her, she was good, she was so good and then

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Yesssssssssssssssssssss”

She came thick and fast all over his dick, squeezing and leaking all over him. Her legs held him tight, her hands clawing at his legs and as quick as she came, she scrambled off him. Turning quickly and locking eyes with him.

“That was sooo good”

He sat up and shook his head, his rock hard dick sat against his stomach, pre-cum oozing from it as he looked at her

“Not for everyone involved it wasn’t. You can’t leave me like this?”

He looked down at himself as did she and then they looked at each other.

He was quick, he grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed, quickly placing himself between her legs and using his own thighs to keep them open.

“It’s not over yet Princess, lie back and enjoy the ride”

He pushed his engorged member into her and watched as she grimaced a little, he knew she’d be over stimulated, but so was he!

He gave her a few seconds before he moved, easing himself back out, then back in.

“You okay there babe?”

She nodded her head and brought her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together behind his back.

“Let’s see what you’ve got Chilly”

“S’not fair really Princess, you’ve edged me for the past while, I dunno how long I can last”

He knew he wasn’t going to last long and that gave him anxiety, he loved to have control, to decide when, how and how long it took.

“Excuses excuses Chilly. All part of your professional athlete lifestyle eh?”

She watched as his face changed, she’d hit a nerve.

He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees back almost folding her in half, giving him maximum access so he could go deep.

She gasped as he drove into her, expletives slipping from his mouth as he did, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair onto her chest.

Suddenly he stopped.

Withdrew

Flipped her over and slipped back into her, her slick folds enveloping him like a welcome visitor.

He placed his arms under her stomach and lifted her hips up, giving him a better angle, he knew he was hitting all the right spots as she was gulping for air, gripping at his arms and her head kept dropping forwards.

His thrusts were strong, stronger than she thought he’d manage after the previous play. She could feel him hitting her g spot, pounding into her like he was drilling for oil.

“Chilly….. Please…. I’m gonna……..”

He heard her and he knew he’d won. He used one arm to lift her upper body so her back was against his chest, he felt her arm slip around the back of his neck, he slipped his hand lower and started to rub against her clit, circles, long strokes, then circles until he felt her fluttering, her legs shaking, her body starting to move and twist….

And she came….

And he came….. groaning loudly at the final release, feeling the tension leave his body as he emptied himself into her. He mentally hi-fived himself for checking she was clean and on birth control because the way this had played out stopping to put a condom on would not have worked out.

“Now can I sleep?”

They had finished the clean-up and were both lay in bed looking at the ceiling. Ben turned to her and smirked.

“If you must, but I have training early tomorrow, so will be waking you up early too”

She looked at him with wide eyes

“I can get myself up and dressed and call a cab, why do I need to get up so early?”

Ben laughed and stroked down her face with his knuckle

“No professional athlete does exercise without a pre- warm up babe”

As she turned over and he snuggled against her back he heard her say

“You’re an animal Chilly”

That made him smile.

#ben chilwell #chelseafc #ben chilwell smut

[imaginethezeldaverse]

B, P, S, W, Y for Yunobo and Daruk, maybe?

Btw I absolutely LOVE your writings, it's amazing to find other people who love the rock bois <3

Aw gosh, thank you so much! I'd be happy to give you these NSFW Alphabet headcanons for our rock baes. I'm starting to see them get a lot more love lately and that does my heart some good. Don't ever be shy to slide requests for them in my inbox, I'm always happy to write about them! (But I also will write for other characters, just an FYI to any passerbys lol) Anywho, NSFW Alphabet Reference can be found here And I actually did S & W for Yunobo already so you will find those here. That being said, the rest is below the cut for you 😊

Yunobo B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His favorite body part I feel like would probably be his arms. I recall Yunobo calling himself scrawny in the past, but he's definitely beefed up as of Tears of the Kingdom (enough to be able to swing the Boulder Breaker with tremendous ease) and even he's noticed his biceps and forearms are much larger than they used to be. He takes pride in his Goron strength. On you - I don't think he has a favorite. I promise that's not a cop out though, it's because you're body is so squishy and delicate compared to his more rigid physique so anywhere on you that is soft and malleable (thighs, ass, hips, face, etc.) are going to be his favorite. He loves how soft you are. P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He prefers to go slow if he can help it. Yunobo is very wary of hurting you while doing it, so going at a slower pace helps him keep injuring you at bay. The good thing about that is it allows you to take him deeper; the deliberate thrusts give you the opportunity to truly feel the ridges of his cock stroking your insides. He can kiss you more, touch you all over instead of needing to grip onto you to hold you still. It makes for a really pleasureful and intimate lovemaking session. However - he is capable of more should you ask.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Honestly? Probably a normal amount. He doesn't need nor want sex every day. That's not to say that he wouldn't if that's what you wanted. He does have pretty high stamina and a shitton of strength so it will really depend more on you! He'll either give you good lovin' everyday if that's what you want, or if you prefer once a week, that's okay too. He's happy either way as long as he gets to tell you he loves you and hold you close 🥰 Daruk B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His hands. Daruk canonically often looks at his hands and flexes them, we've seen that more than once in actual cutscenes in the Breath of the Wild and Age of Calamity. He's got a monstrous amount of brute strength, but he prides himself with despite being one of the strongest in Goron City, he is still incredibly gentle when he needs to be. It also delights him to see how big his mitts are compared to yours; he's capable of literally throwing boulders and crushing rocks with his bare hands, but he would much rather use them to lift you into his arms. His favorite body part on you however is probably your lips. He loves your voice, loves to hear you laugh, your gorgeous smile - it all draws back to your lips. Often when he cups your cheek with one of his hands, he swipes his thumb over the softness of your lips. Absolutely loves to kiss you as a result.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Daruk's a very gracious lover. I've no doubt in my mind this is not his first rodeo - but you know and he knows that he's big - so taking it slow is the best way to make sure you're comfortable. However...once you've completely acclimated - this Goron champion is not afraid to get rough. While he's very much all for the sweet and soft sex that deepens the bond between you both, he knows when you need more. And more he'll give you with the way he's capable of pounding into you. Make sure you stretch~ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Being that he's an older Goron (not ELDERLY, just older) he's not going endlessly like he used to. You'll definitely get a good two, maybe three rounds out of him, but don't be fooled, these aren't short. The rounds in question are how many times he cums - how many times you cum is a different story. He can last quite the long time, especially if you guys are engaging in a more gentler tryst. But if you start crying out his name, gripping onto him tight, pressing your hips back on him, he may not last as long on account of how needy your body is for him. He's weak to that. W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Big Daddy Daruk has a bit of a breeding kink. 😈 He most likely can't actually knock you up (for those of you that are capable of that), but he sure will fuck you like he plans to. It doesn't happen very often, in fact, you'll only catch him growling about it when he's lost in how deep he's really dicking you down. But when that instinct hits him, he'll hold you open and rumble how he's gonna fill you up with all he's got - and he keeps that promise, stuffing you full of thick cock first and filling you full of his cum after.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) He is also not someone who needs sex everyday. Being a warrior and a trusted leader, he tends to spend a lot of time training or helping around Goron City where needed. So some days he himself might actually be pretty wiped from his responsibilities. That doesn't mean he can't accommodate you though should your libido be on the higher end. If fucking you isn't in the cards for the day, Daruk is more than willing to satisfy you with his mouth. Man's got a silver tongue, especially with all gravel in his voice, and he'll make sure you're happy no matter how you need him.

#god daruk's portion had my head swimming - the sheer imagery I... #the legend of zelda #tloz #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #yunobo #yunobo x reader #daruk #daruk x reader #goron champion #champion daruk #zelda headcanons #yunobo headcanons #daruk headcanons #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda imagines #n$fw alphabet #nws #n$fw #yunobo smut #daruk smut #yunobo imagines #daruk imagines

[evolvingchaoswitch]

Sensations Part 2

There were few emotions that could make their way through your orgasm drunk mind but fear was definitely one of them. Watching as the twisted smirk slowly enveloping his face as he pulled your head back causing your spine to arch from the bed as much as it could despite the restraints. 

“As previously stated, not a fan of what I saw coming into here so if you’re looking for puncture marks, cuts and bruises I’d be happy to help yeah” Nothing in his voice sounded friendly but that just ignited the anticipation within you further. You could feel his hot breath beating down once again on your neck fangs scraping against the overly sensitive skin. 

Rocket then sank his fangs deep enough into your neck to draw blood, the coppery bitterness of your blood filling his mouth while simultaneously clapping his paw over your mouth to keep you from being heard. The searing pain helped clear some of the orgasm haze as tears trailed down your cheeks a light sob escaping your mouth.

“These should be the only puncture marks I see on y’ah going forward” You trembled as Rocket's tongue bathed over the wound he created and you could tell that he was just getting started. You could hardly fight as he repositioned you on the bed face in the pillows arse in the air. It didn’t take long for you to feel the first harsh slap across your soft derriere as you jolted off the bed squealing as you did. 

“Are you still alive there? Didn’t fry your brain did I?” 

You muttered a weak “No” after recovering from the smack before you felt him continuing.

“You’re usually so quick with your words always changing up yourself to get others to agree with cha and all”

You were good at pulling the strings in a situation to get what you needed in the moment. A childhood of watching the people around you to meet their needs so that you were able to keep yourself safe. You would consider it deescalating a situation before it got out of hand but it would seem that Rocket didn’t share the same opinion.

“How the flark anyone supposed to know you if you fake it so much”

You knew that your ass cheeks had to be crimson red by this time you had been biting into the pillow to distract from the moans that escaped your lips along with the tears leaking from your face.

You felt Rocket grip the back of your head harshly again “One thing I’ll know about you before the end of the night my lil fuck puppet is just how much of my cum is going to get in you” With that he showed his cock down your throat surprising you as it hit your gag reflex. His cock was humanoid in shape from what you could tell running your tongue up and down it within your mouth; it was an above average size compared to your other lovers.

Rocket let out a low moan as you explored his cock tentatively sucking around the throbbing shaft that was so hard you could swear it had its own bone. You tongued the slit of his dick taking in the salty pre-cum that was seeping out at a rapid pace relishing at the little whines that were escaping his mouth, maybe you were finally gaining some control back.

As if sensing your thought process Rocket grabbed your hair and started to quickly thrust into your mouth “No more of this slow shit” you could hear the wet slurping of your mouth as his cock slid in and out. You massaged his shaft with your tongue rubbing as hard as you could covering it with a sloppy layer of spittle that dribbled out the side of your mouth. You could feel as Rocket loosened the grip on your head starting to gently stroke your hair as you started to control the speed of the blowjob not Rocket.

The room continued to be filled with the lewd sounds of your mouth as it smacked wetly around Rockets cock bobbing up and down faster. You could feel as his shaft started to twitch within your mouth so you started to hum around his shaft hoping to get him off faster maybe then he’d let you rest you were still so sensitive.

“Flark yeah Kit you feel so good” Your insides turned to jelly when he praised you as you took his load in your mouth which was more bitter than you anticipated. You felt your clit twitch when you heard the feral trills that fell from Rocket's mouth as he came  a wave of fear came next when you realized his shaft was not deflating which meant he had some more shots to give.

Rocket pulled his cock out of your mouth to look at his handiwork and groaned with appreciation at the sight of you. Lips shiny from the cum that had leaked out the corners though it did seem like you swallowed most of it. Eyes red from the tears that had escaped from your eyes  earlier though crying from pain or orgasm was yet to be determined as the cause. Your make-up had smudged leaving Rocket not the only one with a mask on in the room and the sight helped to fuel his lust. He stroked the side of your face slipping in two of his fingers into your mouth as he did delighted as you sucked them unprompted.

He didn’t expect you to say anything audible as he slipped down to where your ass was raised high in the air, still a pretty shade of ruby from the spanking he had delivered. He smirked as he watched you wince as he lightly stroked at the abused skin before pulling apart your cheeks to get a look at your delicate puckered asshole that was shiny with the cum that had leaked from your pussy earlier. Rocket decided to get himself a taste first, circling his tongue around the entrance of your ass delighted to hear your whimpers again as he continued to flick his tongue rapidly. Once he had felt that you were warmed up and that he had no complaints about what he was doing, Rocket slid his tongue fully into your ass quickly losing himself to the feeling of it.

You had never been rimmed before so this was a whole new set of sensations for you to explore. It tickled lightly at first before you started to feel the pleasure run up and down your spine. The massaging of his tongue against your anal walls felt incredible and it only got better once Rocket slid a finger into you along with the tongue continuing to milk your body for pleasure. 

You whined when Rocket removed his tongue and fingers from your ass missing the sensations he was bringing forth when you felt something wet hit the opening as Rocket further lubricated you with his spit.

“Gonna take this nice and slow Kit make sure you feel good and all”

You could feel his cock slipping through the tight ring of muscle that was your sphincter burning lightly only because it was the first time you felt such an intrusion and with that Rocket Raccoon took your anal cherry.

You had never felt so full in your life.

Stretched to your limit, Rocket began to thrust into your asshole slowly to let you get used to the length and girth. Rocket continued to go at the slow pace slowly fucking your ass open enjoying the tight grip on his cock before he slowly started to increase tempo. His ego continued to inflate as he listened to the whorish moans you made along with the wet slapping of your anus against his cock further beginning to lose himself in another orgasm. He gripped your hair arching your back again to give him a better angle to thrust into as his claws dug into your hips little wells of blood pooling from where they bite into your skin.

You could feel as if your ass was filled with Rockets cum flooding into it as you rode out a different kind of orgasm than you were used to the prickling warmth taking over your body so perfectly that for a moment you blacked out too overwrought with sensation.

Rocket took a cloth that he had stashed near the mattress to wipe off his dick didn’t need your sensitive humie bits getting an infection because of him after all. He went about releasing the rest of your restraints and flipping you onto your back, he wanted to see your eyes when he fucked your cunt next. Taking a moment to roughly grip your chin to bring you back into awareness Rocket made sure to have your full eye contact as he slowly slipped into the sloppy folds of aching cunt.

Rocket wasn’t expecting how good the tight warm wall of your pussy would feel gripping his cock or how good your arms felt around him as you attempted to pull him closer. He could feel as your wall began to flutter in a familiar pattern and pulled back as to not stroke your g-spot.

“Not gonna give you what you want right away my lil Fuck puppet” He pulled his cock out swirling the head of it around your drooling pussy lips it was easy to see how painfully aroused you were. Rocket gave a harsh thrust in hitting the back of your cervix “I pull the strings here” and he stopped moving, stopped giving you the friction you so desperately needed.

Something in you primal within you snapped as you launched forward sinking your teeth into his neck sucking harshly to leave your own mark on him. Rocket yelped in surprise as he felt your thighs tighten on either side of him and effectively flipped him over till you were on top of him. 

Stunned Rocket looked up at you covered in blood, bruises, streaks of cum still present on the corners of your mouth, how untamed your hair looked from his constant pull flowing behind you like a halo and your eyes. Your pupils had completely taken over your irises now dark with hunger looking down at him, your eyes still smeared with your own version of his mask and the clear intention to fulfill your own feral desires. Your hips started to roll faster than Rocket could come up with a plan to stop you as he watched you ride yourself through another orgasm and he took the chance to regain control while you were distracted.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that you used some of your last bit of energy for that and continued with his original plan. For the next ten minutes Rocket kept you on edge continuously bringing you to the peak of orgasm but pulling away before it could be achieved leaving you at the brink of madness.

“Now Kit I’ll let you cum if you can say one honest thing about yourself. Not something you're saying to make good with The Guardians or to make others comfortable around you. None of that shit cause you ain’t foolin me”

You bent your head down further till it was next to his ear “I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to breed me” each word said clearly despite the hoarsness of your throat.

Rocket's hip snapped into action thrusting at a punishing pace letting the more savage noises he had been holding back let loose from his lips. His hand reached up to wrap lightly around your neck but it was you that pressed his paw down encouraging him to restrict your airway.

As Rocket could feel you squeeze him further as he did the same to your throat he exploded into orgasm filling your cervix up with his cum. Rocket took a moment to look down as he removed himself from your pussy enjoying watching his cum leak out into a lovely creampie, if he didn’t need to get out of that room quickly he would have loved to have a snack.

He just meant to fuck your brains out like he did Quill in the earlier days to settle your issue but this got a lot more intimate. He wasn’t good with intimacy.

“Well I’ll leave you to clean up” Rocket put himself away and scurried to the door before you could react “Good talk” was the last thing he said before he exited the room.

He wasn’t going to do any of the aftercare.

He was going to leave you there like some used whore.

No he made it clear what you were to him for this just his Lil Fuck Puppet.

And now he was done with you.

Tears streaming down your face you searched under your mattress for your secret stash it wasn’t like Rocket would smell it on you with some much of his scent drowning out your own.

Being numb felt better than feeling used.

And now you just needed to make a mask so good that not even Mantis could tell you were faking it.

#rocket raccoon x reader #rocket raccoon fanfic #rocket raccoon & reader #rocket raccoon smut

[hardboiledteacozy]

"Making a big deal out of any dish they make for you" combined with "help fix their outfit before they leave" for any combination in 4ggravate. You can pick two, three, all four, i just want to be at least a little vague for revenge.

You definitely get to be a bit vague for revenge since my own prompt was pretty vague. Wonderful prompt, btw, so thanks Alex 💜

Prompt list here

I surprisingly ended up focusing on Kavetham, though the whole thing is still 4ggravate and does involve all four of them. I tried to be brief because otherwise I would have ended up with a multichapter thing here.

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"Will you hold still for a moment?" Kaveh hisses.

His hands pull at both ends of a dark green silk tie which currently hangs listlessly around Alhaitham's neck, as though it has given up on ever getting tied. Haitham sighs, not for the first time this evening, and rolls his eyes far back enough that his head tilts back with the motion.

"I swear, you're like a petulant child sometimes," Kaveh goes on to say, but Haitham can feel the warmth rolling off his tongue, completely at odds with his words of choice. The architect's fingers find their way to Haitham's chin and hold him in place. "There, stay just like that. I'll be done in just a second."

"Why are we doing this again?" Haitham finds himself asking. He actually holds himself still this time, perhaps enjoying the way Kaveh's breath tickles his exposed neck as he leans in to do an intricate knot that will inevitably feel too tight the rest of the evening.

"It's our anniversary," Kaveh replies matter-of-factly.

"Our anniversary was two months ago."

Kaveh's hands stop, but they keep a gentle grip on Haitham's collar. This lets him know Kaveh is not done with him yet, so he does not move. He does, however, stare the man dead in the eye and cock his brow at him in silent question.

"You actually remember." It should feel insulting that Kaveh sounds so surprised, but Haitham supposes he can't blame him. It's not like they've ever made a big deal of it at any point over the years.

"How could I forget? I even cooked for you that evening."

"You mean you made that yourse-- Alhaitham! You should've said something. I thought you'd just happened to order takeout that day."

Haitham sighs, again. "I learned the recipe from the owner of the tavern because I know you like that dish. Before you say anything, Cyno was the one who did the actual talking. I don't know if he sweet-talked it out of the man or just intimidated Lambad into giving it to him. He just handed me the paper, and I simply followed the instructions."

Kaveh opens his mouth but can't seem to find the words to say, so he just closes it again. He repeats this motion a few times, lips flapping uselessly, before finally remembering he has a half-tied tie in his hands and Haitham is still waiting for him. So he pulls at the ends once again, this time to wrap the tie up in an intricate knot that contrasts beautifully with the subtle pattern on Haitham's dark suit. He then pulls him by the tie into a kiss, hoping this will convey all that he cannot bring himself to express in words right now.

"You're welcome," Haitham mumbles against his lips once Kaveh pulls back. "Now why are we doing this again? Since we've established it's clearly not our anniversary."

"Not our anniversary," Kaveh corrects him, poking Haitham in the chest and then pointing to himself. "Our anniversary." And as he says this, he draws a circle in the air to also encompass two people who are, unbeknownst to Alhaitham, currently waiting for them at a candlelit restaurant in another part of town, overlooking the moonlit bay.

"Oh," is all he can think to say.

Haitham takes a moment to think back and try to pinpoint the exact day Kaveh is referring to. It's clearly not the first time the four of them shared a bed; that happened some years ago during a shared leave where they had happened to coincide in their choice of lodgings at that lakeside resort in Fontaine. It couldn't be when they'd teamed up to overthrow the government because they weren't all together at that point yet. Perhaps Kaveh was thinking of something more mundane... And that's when it hits him.

"You mean when the four of us had that talk at the tavern last year."

"Of course."

"You've been keeping track?"

"You mean you haven't?"

Haitham ignores the jab. He takes a deliberate step back, turning around to look at himself in the mirror where Kaveh had been touching up his make-up before he saw Haitham struggling behind him.

Not bad, he thinks as he inspects Kaveh's handiwork on the tie. Having given himself time to think this through, he finally speaks, "Not keeping close enough track to consider today as significant in our relationship, or to even think of it as our shared anniversary, no. Especially not as our first one."

Kaveh steps up behind him , chin resting on his shoulder as he joins him in the contemplation of their reflection. Their eyes meet in the mirror. "Then when /would/ you consider is a good date, since you're getting pedantic about this?"

Haitham doesn't answer right away, taking the time to consider the significant times the four of them have shared together over the years. They've toed the line between casual involvement and established relationship for quite some time, perhaps never actually needing to give it a name or anything like an official status.

It wasn't until a year ago, when they had been gathered at the tavern on a regular night out, that the topic had been broached - by Kaveh, no less.

Cyno had been idly shuffling a deck, talking about the beauty of probability with Haitham, who was in turn debating with him over the use of strategy in a controlled environment. Tighnari had been lightly leaning against Haitham, partly to listen in to their conversation and partly just because it was a cool night and Haitham's cape always felt comfortably warm to the touch. Kaveh, half-finished wineglass sitting before him, had been sketching them, as much for the dynamic posture the three men had adopted as for the simple desire to capture this moment and freeze it in time, even if just in a simple drawing.

He had suddenly stopped and looked up from the sketchbook, waiting for their shared attention to focus on him before asking, "What are we?"

The ensuing debate had continued late into the night, spilling out of the tavern after closing time and back to Haitham's house.

And the rest, as they said, was history. Perhaps Kaveh was right in this regard. This simple night probably did count as their 'official' anniversary, in a way.

"I'm not being pedantic," Haitham clarifies first. "I just hadn't considered that we even needed a shared date, especially since the process itself was a lot more involved than just the four of us deciding we were together. Are we supposed to celebrate every iteration of our joint relationship?"

Kaveh shrugs and moves away, rummaging through a small lacquer box where he keeps his jewelry as he looks for the perfect accesory to go with his white suit.

"I don't see why not," he says as he reaches back to tie an emerald pendant around his neck. Haitham wordlessly grabs it from him and attaches it himself. Kaveh nods in thanks as he continues speaking. "Any excuse for a celebration is worth pursuing, isn't it?"

"Says the man who likes to lavishly spend on everything," Haitham chides him.

"This is just a one time thing. Tonight is special... Well, they're all special, but tonight is a cause for extra celebration because it was a culmination of sorts. I'm sure even you can see that."

Haitham sighs. "Alright, you've made your point, and I see where you're coming from."

Kaveh beams, and Haitham swears the room feels a little brighter than it did a moment before.

"So you agree?" Kaveh prods.

"I never said I agreed. I just said I see your point, which is not the same."

Kaveh then grumbles for some time, as though debating with himself whether to take Haitham's bait or not. Eventually, he throws both hands in the air with a huff. "You know what? Fine, I'll take that. I'm sure Nari and Cyno will agree with me anyway."

"So long as this doesn't set a precedent for how we're supposed to celebrate our respective anniversaries in the future," Haitham warns him.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you and Cyno can keep locking yourselves up in your room all day."

"And Tighnari will still be perfectly content not even acknowledging the date beyond sending a flower and a simple homemade dish," Haitham agrees with a curt nod. "Where are we going now anyway? You wouldn't have made me dress up like this just to head to the tavern."

"It's a surprise," Kaveh sing-songs.

Haitham makes a face at that. He does not like surprises. He does not like having to deviate from his usual routine. Kaveh is more than aware of this fact, so he's quick to amend. "Don't worry, it's just going to be us four, and the place is quiet. Nari and I scouted out the site beforehand to make sure you'd be comfortable."

"I trust you," Haitham nods, and Kaveh knows this encompasses all of you. He looks visibly less distraught too, which feels like a victory. Kaveh is confident he might even convince Haitham to repeat this every year, if he plays his cards right.

Haitham goes to fetch his keys, wallet, and book, stuffing them inside his belt pouch before opening the front door. No turning back now. "Fine then, let's go."

Kaveh is in the process of grabbing his own set of keys when a thought belatedly occurs to him.

"...Wait. Does this mean you've had Lambad's recipe in your possession for two months, and you haven't let me have it yet?"

"We're going to be late."

"Alhaitham!"

The two men step out into the night, softly bickering all the way to the restaurant. Here, at the only occupied table, one of the two men opens his eyes, one long ear twitching.

"They're here," Tighnari states.

"Did you h-ear them coming already?" Cyno asks with a grin.

Tighnari masterfully manages to avoid even acknowledging the pun. "They're talking about hummus, apparently."

"And they say romance is dead."

This actually earns Cyno a chuckle from Tighnari, but their conversation is cut short as they spot Haitham and Kaveh approaching. Nari waves at them and sees Kaveh visibly perk up as he spots them sitting at the table.

"Sorry for the wait," Kaveh greets them. "We ran into a little problem."

"I hope you two have bean well," Cyno replies, getting up to kiss the two in greeting.

"You heard us talking about hummus, didn't you?" Haitham states as much as he asks.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," is all Cyno will offer.

As Haitham sits at the table and regards the three men before him, he feels something tugging in his chest, and the feeling only intensifies as both Cyno and Nari reach for his hand and give it a gentle squeeze to welcome him.

As they raise their glasses and toast to the four of them, to whatever it is they have cultivated here, Haitham admits one thing to himself, albeit privately. Perhaps Kaveh was right in this regard. Perhaps some things are worth celebrating, if only as a culmination of their existence.

#jay writes #jay's genshin tag #kavetham #4ggravate #tag you're it #thank you Alex as ever #also this one went straight from my Google Keep notes to the post so I hope I didn't leave any typos #almost forgot to add the link to the list whoops

[scrumpledorph-writes]

Koben's Day Job (Underworld Hits)

I have something to live for now other than just marching through life for its own sake, and that means it’s time for some requisitions. Decent speeder for one thing, trudging through sand is considerably more taxing than marching drills. Casual civilian clothes, people keep mistaking me for a trooper for some reason, and also seem not to like them—I’m not quite sure why. Maybe a blaster pistol, every other person carries a blaster pistol around here, but my blaster rifle draws eyes. All those things take credits; a lot more credits than I’ve been earning.

It’s a fresh new subcycle, I’m up before the suns, my armors structural integrity exceeds military standard, and I took my blaster apart for a complete maintenance check last night. As far as killing for credits goes: I couldn’t ask for more optimal parameters.

The only wrinkle in the plan is I don’t know anybody on this planet willing to pay me—yet. There has to be at least one crime syndicate; the Empire has too loose a grip for them to not set up shop. Where there’s one, there’s usually two; and where there’s two, there’s usually conflict. Conflict leads to killings, killings lead to revenge, revenge causes collateral. Leave two people alone without a Storm trooper telling them to move along and eventually someone gets shot. Just need to make sure someone too lazy to do the shooting knows I’m really good at it.

Just got to town and the last sun’s already up. Speeder’s definitely my first purchase. Now, where would I find a congregation of low lives around here? I think criminals have morning shifts – I’m a criminal and I’m awake. Not that everything around here doesn’t look like a breeding ground for crime, but that’s the problem; it all blends together. Guess I should start walking down alleys.

Oh, perfect, this one leads down a side street, half the businesses are abandoned: got to be a front. An alien’s leaning against the wall, good start. He’s pointing a blaster at me now—this is going great! ‘Hey who the hell-’ Grab his blaster, twist his wrist – not hard enough to break it – start negotiating from a position of power.

‘Hi! I’m looking for work: do you have a crime boss who’s willing to hire people freelance? I don’t really have the option of being tied down right now, but as you can see I’ve got nerves of steel and great combat abilities. If he has a shooting range I’d be willing to demonstrate my blaster prowess too.’

‘I just keep a lookout for troopers you freak. Aren’t you a trooper?’ ‘This armor is stolen.’ Half true. Definitely not telling him I deserted, but every piece of gear I took with me is technically owned by the Imperial Armory, so continuing to use it for unsanctioned work is theft. I really wish I didn’t have to spell it out all the time. Maybe I should put a new paint job on the shopping list. But black and white are both such good base colors, and those are already official. Silver maybe, blaster metal gray?

‘Well, I guess stealing a trooper’s armor is pretty hardcore. Fine, lemme make a call.’ Better disconnect the battery so if he tries to shoot me I don’t have to deal with a nasty welt. Gun’s holstered, datapad’s out, door’s open. Give him a thumbs up and walk inside. This is going really well so far! If negotiations are quick I might even be done by lunch.

This place certainly looks like a crime den. Spice heads staring off into the middle distance behind curtained off rooms, vaguely erotic moans so thoroughly permeating the air that I can’t pin down a source, a bunch of scowling aliens of species’ I can’t quite identify with muscles and blasters to keep the peace. Did they use the Imperial information broadcasts on how to identify crime dens as a blueprint? I guess if they want to avoid people stumbling in here by mistake it’s better not to be subtle about things. That’s smart, these guys are smart.

Alright, in front of their boss, my hands are up and there’s four blasters pointed at me: standard protocol, liking the professionalism. That regular office chair she’s sitting in undermines her authority, but a very solid grasp of the fundamentals of power projection. Reminds me of an Imperial officer. Of her.

Her henchmen look nervous, why? Oh, my fists clenched. Unwind them slowly. ‘So, you’re looking for work?’ ‘Yes Ma’am!’ Not sure why they’re all laughing at a standard greeting, but it broke the tension and this negotiation is back on track.

‘You’re in luck. One of my men decided to form his own little gang. Ten thousand if you kill him. Take out as many of his pals as you can too – I’ll throw you an extra thousand per head. Ten of ‘em altogether. Ah what the hell: I’ll round it up to twenty thousand if you kill the whole crew.’ Oh that’s a good warm up to get me back in the habit, I guess she figured this wasn’t worth wasting her real members’ time with.

‘Before you ask, I’m letting you do it because it’s suicide: either you prove yourself to be a very dangerous, and thus very lucrative, partner – or you get out of my hair.’ Oh. I might need to look elsewhere for future career opportunities. But credits are credits. ‘I accept, I’ll get right on it.’

Alright, better look through the summary on the way. Apartment block at the far side of town. One of them’s out front shaking down anyone who tries to get to their home, two diluting spice in the basement to stretch for a profit, three putting together shoddy homemade weapons to sell folks, four relaxing on the top floor.

Wow. This operation is terrible! She could have just waited six cycles for it to collapse from being stretched too thin or dying of fumes or blowing half the block apart with their jury rigging. Oh well, her impatience is credits in my pocket.

Half hour walk and I’m there, not too bad. Big guy out front, they at least know to play to their strengths. Walk up towards the door, not him, he’ll put his hand out to stop me. ‘Hey that’ll be fifty-’ Knife from the utility belt on the other side of my body, push his blaster aside, aim behind the nape of his neck, clean my knife off on his shirt, stuff the collar into his throat to muffle the gurgling, wipe the blood off my visor – blue with white spots in it, nasty. Scan his face and I’m up a thousand credits. Good start!

A few murmurs from the crowd out front as he slinks down, but a finger over the mouth port is a gesture understood by almost every sentient. Would be nice to handle this without getting shot at.

Should probably work my way up from the basement. Boots thump all the way down the rickety old stairs. ‘Hey, who the hell are-’ I’ve had enough of exotic blood colors for today. Fingers cradling the neck, knuckles supported against the wall, thumbs on the trachea, pop!

He slinks down; hands on his throat twitching and scrabbling around like if he finds the right angle he’ll be able to un-collapse his trachea. He has a box cutter right there, this is just embarrassing. The field tracheotomy wouldn’t help because I’m standing right here, but if you’re not gonna do that at least die respectably.

His partner’s coming out to investigate. Human, I’m familiar enough with that one. Knife to the temple on her way out the door, spin her around to at least keep most of it off me. Swipe each side down the back of her shirt, let her fall. Two more scans, two thousand more credits.

Hope those stairs don’t give out on my way back up. A blaster just went off. Missed me by a few degrees, but the Twi’lek just died with a smirk on his face. Clatter and shouting upstairs. I didn’t give him enough credit.

Double time up the stairs, the luxury of surprise is gone and this basement is a death trap. Three of them at the hallway intersection, blaster pistols in each hand. I beat them to the draw, but none of us have time to aim. Blind fire for each of their midsections, clip two in the arm. Good enough. They have a smaller target, but more shots.

Close the distance leading with my left side; not coming out of a point blank shootout feeling good, but a melee gives me decent odds. Feel warmth, then heat, then searing pain ripple in waves through my arm as each successive shot connects. It only becomes a problem if I stop feeling it. Pin the one I didn’t hit to the wall. He’s bigger, but with the suit I’m heavier. A few stabs to the midsection is all I have time for. Just have to trust that my old Lethal Puncture Drills were ingrained deeply enough.

Throw him at his friends, their blasters clatter across the floor. Hard to line up a shot while the feeling’s receding from my fingers. Might just have to stab them. Why’s there an electrical whine coming from down the other hall?

Really wish I’d heard the other three setting up a turret, the barrel’s already glowing. Just jump back and hit the floor, it looks like that thing can’t pivot downward: they were expecting their friends to last longer. Taking a second look, I don’t recognize that model.

Oh, I see. It’s custom built. Those must be the engineers. There’s two dozen rifle grade bolts cracking through the hallway on separate angles. That’s clever, in a way. Much easier to hold ground when you can put fire downrange of an entire corridor at once instead of needing to swivel a traditional turret. These people would have had a great career in Imperial R&D.

Can feel at least five points of impact from my legs up through my back. Hear the battery whining again, I should have at least a few seconds to assess the situation. Just need to roll over and sit up. Body doesn’t want anything more than to lay here and die, it’s fighting me every step of the way. I’ve beaten stronger enemies.

They’re using the armor plating as a seat, and the battery’s facing me. All that effort put into this killing machine, and they mounted it backwards. Unbelievable. I’ll definitely be insulted when I have the time.

It’s an easy shot at this distance, even one handed. Haven’t had a chance to appreciate my visors light equalizing tech lately, but that ball of plasma rupturing and flaring up all at once would definitely have blinded me otherwise. It blinded them, but that’s because their eyes boiled and popped once the heat hit them. Hope there’s something left of them to scan.

Alright, up on my feet. See scorch marks on the ones I was fighting, friendly fire is a bad way to – wait a minute this one’s not dead. Oh hell, they’re one of those fluid based species’. The heat dispersed under their membrane enough not to kill them instantly, but now their bodily functions are shutting down one by one as they boil alive from the inside.

That’s nine accounted for, last one’s probably the type to send other people to die for him so I should be able to handle him even banged up like this. Got time to put this one out of their misery. Never really studied xenobiology, but a cut straight down the middle should do it.

There: the steam’s escaping, the fluid’s pooling on the floor. Mercy killed by an enemy combatant isn’t a bad way to go. Hope whoever gets me gives me the same courtesy. Nine scans, nine thousand credits.

Retire the blaster rifle for now, arm’s in too bad shape to brace at the foregrip, pick up one of their pistols. It’s about as low power as they come, but still enough to kill an unarmored target. Sights are a few degrees out, trigger’s stiff, corrosion on the battery terminal. All fixable, but why spend the time and effort on something that barely passes the threshold to stop being classed as a stun weapon?

I should pick up a good sidearm when this is done, something that can blow clean through the armor on a speeder bike in one shot. Not too worried about concealment, just need something I can fire one handed. Everyone’s always way more impressed by blaster pistol deadshots than blaster rifle point troops. I’d have an excuse to do a ton of firing practice too, only ever got trained with longarms.

Maybe get a blaster proof vest and some heat diffusing leggings and learn how to fight like those holovid adventure stars. On the other hand, I’ve killed scores of idiots who looked and acted like the holovid stars, so maybe that stuff only works from the other side of a projector.

Stairs. Three flights of stairs between here and the top floor. Probably a bigger challenge than the target at this point. A damage evaluation should help pass the time. The skin on my left leg is probably cooked and peeling considering the pain recedes somewhat whenever I take the weight off it. Right leg has sustained minimal blaster fire, might even escape with just a bruise. Left arm is limp but I already knew that. Right arm and head both uninjured. Dull aching in my back, but I have enough mobility through the pain that I doubt there’s any spinal flash fusion or damage beyond the musculature. Nothing that bacta can’t solve.

As for my armor, the heat weave will definitely need a proper evaluation, might even need to replace a few pads. Haven’t bothered looking, but I have to assume the polish is ruined. This has also been a pretty gore spattered mission now that I think of it. Strip the plates, strip the heat weave, soak each one in cleaning solution and plain water respectively, see if there’s any meaningful damage, reevaluate from there. Should give me time to do a quick cursory on the circuitry, but nothing seems broken so far.

The stairs are behind me. A locked door is in front of me. The only electronic door in the whole building. More foresight than I was expecting, honestly. The walls in this place are pretty thin though. Fire a few rifle blasts, don’t have to worry about accuracy, to compromise the structural integrity and they should cave to my body weight. Take a few steps back, draw the pistol, brace for a lot of pain trying to get these legs to run. Three. Two. One.

Two screams as I hurtle through the wall, one his and another from the woman he’s using as a shield. Shit. Really don’t want to cause collateral. Killed enough civilians for one lifetime. They don’t know that though. All they can see is two meters of jet black imperial steel cast in blood and tempered with blaster fire. Play it cool. Play this ice cold, Koben.

‘Drop the blaster or I’ll kill her! She’s a mother, you want a mother’s blood on your hands?!’ ‘I’ve killed plenty of mothers.’ Can’t shoot him yet, his last twitch would pull the trigger on her. ‘Whatever she’s paying you I can match it!’ ‘I can’t buy credibility.’ Point it at me, what’s one more burn?

Take a tentative step forward. ‘Don’t come any closer, I’ll do it!’ ‘I’m waiting.’ Pure theatrics, but I’m the only one who knows it. Hostage takers know they can’t kill their leverage: the second they do their position collapses. The fact I’m already here to kill him complicates that though.

He’s soft. Played at the criminal life and fell in too deep too fast. I can see the sweat on his brow, shake in his hands. Barely holding the blaster any more. Just have to bait him with a sliver of hope, then spring the trap when he bolts for it.

‘What’s your plan? Stay here, wait for the Empire to follow up on those blaster shots?’ ‘There’s a fire escape! I’ll go out the back, take my speeder, skip town! Skip the planet! Skip the system once I can afford it!’ Pause to let him think I’m entertaining that stupid idea. ‘Fine. Twenty thousand. On the table, then go.’ He’s shifting his body to reach for his credits. He doesn’t know his wrist moved, messed up his grip. Line of fire would just singe her chin. Skin grows back.

This trigger feels awful. Good thing I keep my gauntlet calibrated, might have missed otherwise. His face isn’t holding up well, maybe this thing packs more punch than I thought. Not quite sure what just splashed across her face, it all blends together once it gets flash fried. He’s down. She’s really lucky his blaster slipped off his finger. Better disconnect it, prevent any last minute misfires from making all that effort to avoid shooting her pointless. Ten bodies, twenty thousand credits.

She’s screaming. Of course she’s screaming, she’s probably never seen a man die before. Can’t sit her down, people don’t respond well to being touched when they’re in hysterics. Best thing I can do is probably get her something to wipe her face. I burst through right next to the bathroom, which is good because that’s about as far as I can walk.

Grab a cloth. Slightly damp already. Throw it towards her and fall to the floor as gracefully as I can manage. That breach was already pushing it. Can I scan him from here, will it reach? Just barely, but good enough. Scan locked in. Should probably do a few stretches, get the blood pumping again. I have a long walk back to get paid.

‘What the hell are you doing?!’ ‘Stretching. You can go by the way. Might want to clean your face. I threw you a cloth.’ I don’t know what her expression is trying to say, but I doubt she does either. She picked up the cloth at least. Not wiping very well, but the emotional numbness as her adrenaline responses level out is probably setting in. Hard to focus on wiping dried viscera like that.

Time to get up. Feeling a little better, should probably keep trying to get the blood flowing in my left arm. Looting rights are practically implicit contract text in bounty killing jobs, so I should see if he had anything worth taking. Speeder keys, not bad. Pocket change. Of course he wasn’t carrying twenty thousand, nobody does.

She’s crying in the corner. Right, that’s what happens to your emotions if you’re not experienced. I guess she probably thinks I meant all that stuff I said. She’s unarmed, the helmet can come off. On the coffee table it goes, next to both blaster pistols. ‘I didn’t mean those things I said. I was just bluffing so he’d flinch.’ She’s still crying.

Not really sure what else to do. I should try to get some of this blood off of me, it’s really been building up on the edges of my visor. He only had the one cloth. I think I saw a dish cloth in the kitchen. The tears have receded into a rocking sob. ‘I’m sorry you had to watch your boyfriend die after he pointed a gun at you.’

She’s looking up at me. That’s progress. She’s angry too, so she’s at least past the numbness. ‘He wasn’t my boyfriend you...fucking idiot! He was a client! He was a regular. I thought he was pretty okay. He tipped a lot and he was always really up front about when he wanted to do weird stuff and sometimes we’d chat and one time he got his friends to really scare a clingy client and. I’ll miss him.’

Oh. She’s sobbing again. I don’t think I can make her feel any better. She got all the anger out so it doesn’t eat her up inside like a necrotic wound at least. The visor’s clean. I can help her plan at least. Always thought forward pretty well.

‘Can you get home?’ Her head just moved up and down between her knees. ‘Alright. I need to leave now. You should leave too. Sex work is illegal. It doesn’t matter to me, but the troopers will arrest you if you tell them the truth, and if you don’t they’ll still probably take you in for questioning and make you relive the whole thing.’ She’s getting on her feet. My helmet shows more emotion than her eyes are right now. ‘Yeah. Thanks. Hope I don’t see you around, but this is a small town. If you ever need a thrill, I guess I’ll take your credits. Bye.’

Decide to give her a few minute head start so we don’t have to stare at each other in the hallway. No bacta spray in the medicine cabinet, mostly just cheap street drugs. Some painkillers and antiseptic though, could use those. Probably already pushing it on the troopers showing up, so no time to strip down for some proper first aid. Got them wrapped up in a bag for later, making my way to the fire escape. That part of his plan was sound.

Half tempted to just throw myself over the edge. It would be faster, and if I land splayed out enough it might hurt less than walking down all those flights of stairs. Better not. Gravity is one of the few things it’s really hard to make armor for.

I’m shocked that his speeder is brand new. Guess he was a speeder guy, spent his first haul of ill gotten gains on it. More flashy than practical, but it should do the trick. Five minutes to get back, I could get used to not needing to march everywhere. Injuries notwithstanding, this job wasn’t a bad way to get my foot in the door on this planet. I saw a few eyes peeking out at me from the apartments during the gunfight, the HoloNet will be talking about the gang that just got taken out. Doubt she’ll go talking to the troops, so no names: just the jet black trooper who killed ten gangsters by herself. Word gets around, folks will want that trooper doing jobs for them, and I’ll have more credits than I know what to do with in no time.

One step out of the speeder and I’m on the ground. The fall knocked the wind out of me, and my good mood with it. Really have to ask them if they have any bacta spray, that was not a lot of pressure to put on that knee. Take a few seconds, breathe, push up on your less bad leg. There. I can already see that shifty doorman. Not fast enough to get the blaster out of his hand right now.

‘I’m the one your boss hired.’ Back in the holster. ‘Oh, right, sorry. You look like shit. What the hell’d the boss have you do?’ ‘Kill a rival gang.’ ‘Oh, like what, hunt them all down? You got that done pretty quick.’ This guy could go all day, and I really can’t right now. ‘I want to report back to her, not you.’ A clueless nod, quick ping on the datapad, the door opens. Mercifully.

I can put up with a few chuckles from the bouncers watching me limp and wince my way to the back room as long as the credits are good. Her Empire aping veneer of disinterested professionalism didn’t last long, I barely got in the door.

‘You lived? I’m already seeing news broadcasts about the gang being massacred. Half the video is blurred out. Why the knife, what happened to those three burnt ones, good Emperor on Coruscant why did you have to dissect that watery one?’ Too tired for professionalism or entertaining inane curiosities. ‘I could talk better after a bacta spray. Figure you don’t have a tank so I won’t even ask. Also my credits.’

Got a booth to myself and as many vials as I need. She offered to get some very pretty working girls to help spray me, but I’ve always preferred handling this myself. Armor plates still come off well, nothing’s been welded together. Body glove still slides off easily—oh yeah there’s a bunch of thigh flesh hanging off of it. Mostly bruising otherwise, minor first degree burns. Oh hell some necrotic flesh on the left arm. No way around that problem other than through.

Can’t use the usual method of testing what’s still alive considering I can’t feel anything below the shoulder, so I guess I’ll just have to settle for carving out the black parts. Burn goes deeper than I thought, I’m faced with a problem: it won’t heal right if I don’t carve out every last piece, but as soon as I do I’ll start bleeding out faster than I can bandage it. Nothing else for it I guess. ‘I need some help with this. Don’t pick a cute girl, they’ve gotta have medical experience.’

An alien half as tall as he is wide is waddling sideways through the door. ‘You know first aid?’ ‘I’m a doctor.’ He has an accent I couldn’t place with an astronav, but I’ll have to take his word for it. Flop the arm down on the table, four of his six hands start poking and prodding for a response. I don’t have one for him. ‘Not good, but with your field dressing I guess you already knew that. You used a combat knife for this? Why not just lop the thing off, cauterize it on a speeder exhaust?! I’ve got tools.’

He wasn’t lying about his medical skills. I can’t physically feel it, but watching him work is a relief. Finer and finer flakes of black carbon are starting to pile up on the table and not a drop of blood. Medical droids didn’t used to do this clean of a job, and all he has is a magnifying glass and a scalpel! This man should be serving the galaxy’s richest and finest, not working out of a place like this.

‘Why are you working out of a place like this with your skills?’ ‘Imperial officer came into my clinic. Told me he had a son with a rare neurological condition. Needed a full neuroskeletal graft or he’d never move again. Very tricky job.’ ‘And you didn’t succeed?’ ‘Hell no! He was a dick. His son was a bigger dick. Insulted my looks, insulted my staff, insulted the art I had up on the walls. Waved a credstick in my face like that’d make it all okay. I have my pride – I botched it on purpose. Didn’t just botch it, made it so nobody could unbotch it. That takes talent. Now he breathes in with a pump, out with a vacuum!’ He’s laughing so hard he has to pause.

‘Then he tried to have you killed?’ ‘You got it. So, don’t make fun of how I look, how I talk, or anything else; and I’ll stitch you up as good as a bacta tank!’ All I can respond with is a slow nod. ‘Speaking of, all done. Only a tiny bit of good flesh came out with it, but even that set off the waterworks. Keep it wrapped up for a week and it’ll be like it never happened.’ ‘What about the nerve damage?’ ‘What about the nerve damage? Bacta it, keep that armor off so it has room to work and you’ll be able to juggle before morning. You can pull a spray nozzle, can’t you?’ I’m starting to understand the hostility that led him here, but the spray is already starting to soak in. Second coat, it’s starting to leave a thin film, done.

The only parts of me that didn’t get hit were my feet and head, which means the only parts of my suit I can wear are the boots and helmet. Glad I always wear shorts and a tank top under the glove. Still feel naked walking back to her office with the rest of the suit bundled up in my arms.

‘I’ve given it some thought, and I don’t want to hear the story. You seem to value discretion, and you’ve shattered my expectations – I took you for a lunatic with a deathwish who’d only gotten this far through a string of bad decisions; but consider that opinion retracted. You solved a lot of problems for me today, and set the groundwork for a good deal of credits in my future. Consider the medical treatment a professional courtesy, just this once. Your payment.’

Suits me. ‘Just put it on the pile. Could you break change though? I can’t exactly do it at a bank, and paying in ten thousands looks suspicious. One of those, nine thousands, and ten hundreds please.’ ‘That’s the least I can do. You never gave me your name by the way. If we’re going to forge a friendship in credits, I’ll need something to call you.’ Her attitude changed completely now that she knows I’m useful. Maybe she really did used to be an officer.

‘Trooper.’ ‘Trooper. Trooooperr. Vague enough to be plausibly deniable, but not something that comes up enough to cause confusion. Well then, call me Vranki—and enjoy your credits Trooper.’

‘Affirmative Mrs. Vranki. If you have any contacts who could use my skills, pass my call sign along.’

I put enough bacta on that most of the pain has already receded. The skin isn’t visible through the film, so I can’t judge the actual healing, but at least the dull ache has been replaced with a gentle tingle.

The suns aren’t even at their apex yet. I should head home, rest up. Get started on that maintenance. Haven’t been injured that badly before midday since my jedi hunting days.

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