#<1000 words

[chridys-scribbles]

The Grand Cycle

The planet was fractured across the screen, reams of data streaming across its surface as the prey's strengths were identified and estimated. Fifth Era satellites surrounded the planet like an atmospheric layer of metal and data.

It was a nice enough planet, Admiral Karrion mused, scarred by time, pollution, and aggressive inhabitants, but relatively pristine compared to many of the other worlds he'd seen. It lacked the gaping wounds and twisted anomalies that appeared after every Grand Cycle, so it was a novelty for the experienced warrior.

"What do they call it?" Karrion's First Hand, Se'Akar asked, "Earth?"

"Yes, Earth. A wonderfully quaint name, it reminds me of home," Karrion said, almost wistfully.

Se'Akar grunted in agreement. "Far easier to pronounce than the last few prey planets," se added, checking ser dataslate. "We are nearing assault range, shall I inform the Emissary?"

"No need, First Hand, for I am here."

The Emissary glided into the room, chin held high as they glanced around the bridge. Not so long ago, everyone there would have thrown themselves to the floor at the Emissary's entrance, but now they merely saluted. Some didn't even do that. Karrion winced inwardly at the realisation of how close the end of their Grand Cycle was. This conquest would have to be fast - a last blaze of glory for the Emissaries of the Yawning One before the fleet became literally ablaze.

The Emissary waited for a moment, before smoothly shifting their attention to the screen, their implants whirring gently as they processed the information. They were young and inexperienced at hiding their emotions, demonstrated amply by the war raging across their skin as calm, pale hues battled with frustrated purples to dominate their stripes’ colouration.

"Our calculations are correct?" The Emissary asked, their fingers flexing through the motions of the High Kata as if preparing for a fight, yellow hues now jittering across their skin.

"I believe so, Emissary," Karrion said, "they invented flying machines a little over a hundred of their years ago, split the atom less than half a century later, and landed on their satellite moon another twenty years later."

"That's slow, but it's not unusual for such species to have slower Grand Cycles."

"Indeed, Emissary. Their solar cycle is over twice as long as ours and," Karrion glanced at her dataslate, "their lifespans triple our own. Not to mention that this appears to be their first Grand Cycle."

"Ah yes, the progress we make on the bones of our forebears," the Emissary said quietly.

Karrion winced at the butchered proverb. "It appears that their Grand Cycle is slower than ours by an order of magnitude, which should put them towards the end of the Fifth Era if they haven't completed the Cycle already. Judging by the lack of telltale scars and their population size, our estimate appears to be accurate."

The Emissary was quiet, their biological eye twitching slightly as their biomechanical eye moved crazily, peering at a hidden world. Purples and yellows still battled across their skin in stark contrast to Karrion's confident greens. "Are we certain they have a Grand Cycle?" They said eventually, slowly. "We don't want a repeat of the Hordanthus Collapse."

Crewmembers glanced at the Emissary as fear leaked into their words. Karrion could see the thoughts on their minds as similar ones had forced their way into his. Why was this supposed leader of their empire so openly afraid?

With an effort, she pushed the dangerous thoughts away and focussed on her dataslate.

"We are certain, Emissary," Karrion said.

"How are you so certain, Admiral? We know so little about this prey, but we know that?"

Karrion bristled and responded icily. "We are certain because they surpassed the exponentiality threshold that separates Cyclical and Linear civilisations. Their exponential advancements have driven them from taking their first flight to entering space in less than a century, a rate only seen in Cyclical races." He paused for a moment and adjusted his tone. "Respectfully, would you like me to continue, Emissary?"

The bridge was silent as everyone looked at the Emissary, waiting for their reaction to this disrespect. Their stripes flared yellow, but their face remained frozen with a vapid smile.

"No, no, that's quite enough Admiral," the Emissary said with a forced airy politeness. "You have laid my concerns to rest, I merely asked after spotting some irregularities. I ask that you forgive my pressing of the matter. As you say, they are a Fifth Era civilisation and we have defeated many such civilisations before, this will not be our last."

"Uh, Admiral?" Se'Akar said.

"Yes, First Hand?"

"I noticed those irregularities too..."

"Come now First Hand, the Admiral has put forth a strong case and we cannot hold back this conquest based on nerves," the Emissary said, waving a hand dismissively as yellow hues creeped onto their skin again. "No, we are the Radel Empire! Emissaries of the Yawning Maw and Speakers of the Holy Word! We are at the zenith of our Grand Cycle and that puny planet could no longer withstand us than grains of sand withstand the pull of the tide. Now let us go and crush their pitiful resistance and claim the planet as our own!"

Karrion had to admit that she had heard better speeches and better-speaking Emissaries, but it gave her something to work with at least. She stood up and saluted, with most of the crew following suit.

"So you proclaim, so it will be done. Se'Akar! Signal the fleet to prepare for battle, we will conquer this world before even half a solar cycle has passed!"

The bridge erupted into activity as the invasion began, and in all the bustle, no-one noticed the yellow tinge on their Admiral’s stripes.

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Inspired by spite after seeing half a dozen similar prompts in the same day in the "humans are weird, fuck yeah!" genre. This one isn't too bad, but I figured that exponential advancement wouldn't be all that unusual for species advanced enough for interstellar travel.

#<1000 words #scifi #humans are space orcs #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #writeblr #writing

[nena-96]

What the Flip Lily?!

@jilytoberfest @jilymicrofics Week 4 prompts: Blip, Flip, Clip, Rip, Trip (my schedule in rl is a bit hectic, but here's a little Jily domestic family fluff)

Summary: Lily was enjoying the special moment with Harry in the nursery of Godric's Hollow... that was until James had decided to say some colorful words.

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His green eyes were so beautiful and full of love that Lily could do nothing but smile, as she cradled her little Harry in her arms. He’s so tiny, with his tiny fingers that reached and squeezed her finger as he gurgled a little laugh, as he kicked his tiny feet. Sitting here in the nursery, as she rocked on the ancient rocking chair, had become one of her favorite places to be here in Godric’s Hollow. Even with the war looming above them, as they hide in this house, she knows that there’s still beauty in the world, one of the reasons is the adorable look on Harry's face. Loving the way he giggled at the way she “booped” his nose with her finger.

While her little Harry, her adorable son would always end up blowing a raspberry at her, making Lily’s eyes fill up with tears of happiness.

A world where the war is over and Muggles and Muggleborn are safe to live their lives free of fear and pain. Harry’s green eyes are a reflection of her own, yet the messy black hair is definitely all James. If she were to really focus, she could see the glimmer of mischief within those beautiful green orbs. It was times like these in which Lily realizes that there can be peace in the wizarding world. One look at the child in her arms proves that her statement is real. No matter the time of day or night, Lily knew for certain that her little Harry will always be safe in her warm embrace.

So pure, so innocent, her little Harry James Po-

“Son of a Bit-”

Lily whips her head towards the nursery’s door, at the sound of her dearest husband’s outburst, the door knob jostles a bit before it turns slightly right and the door gets pushed open. As James limps into the room, while muttering obscenities, “I see you still haven’t moved the end table from the living room, Lils.” James said as he walked across the small distance to the nightstand. “I told you that I’d do it later, and no swearing James, I don’t want Harry to learn such words,” Lily scolded him, while making a show of covering Harry’s pink ears. “Oh, come on Lils you know more than I do that you have a sailor mouth”, James retorted, “I recall that you had quite the colorful vocabulary this morning that would even make an Auror blush.” With a roll of her eyes, Lily focused her attention back at the gurgling child in her arms, “No swearing, isn’t that right, sweetheart,” she cooed at Harry, making him giggle and his eyes brighten with happiness.

“I’m going to prepare some Palak Paneer and some Chicken Tikka Masala”, James said momentarily pulling Lily away from Harry, before she could ask how he got the ingredients for such a lavish meal, James waved his hand at her. “Relax, I used the Invisibility cloak and I can assure you that nobody saw me,” he said with certainty that the only thing that Lily could do was nod her head and smile at her husband. Lily watched as James walked towards her and give her a gentle kiss on Harry’s forehead before moving to kiss her gently on her soft lips. Before he moved away, he leaned down and she felt his breath tickle her skin as he whispered a promise into her ear, “I won’t let anything happen to either of you and I promise to tell you next time when I’ll go out for food.”

Lily nodded as she tried her best to not think of exactly how far the man, she loves would go in order to protect them, she doesn’t want to entertain the thought of losing him because he sacrifices himself in order to save them. No, a world without James is simply not a world she wants to live in, they made a promise and she will do everything in her power for the three of them to come out of this war alive. There’s simply no other alternative, she will not let anyone rip her family away from her.

James gives her a soft smile, his dimples showing before he turns to head out of the room, so he could show off his culinary skills, something that Lily could never achieve. Although, in her opinion there is nothing sexier than a man cooking up the most delicious curry and having the dishes cleaned and put away afterwards.

However, it has seemed as though luck wasn’t on her husband’s side, since he ended up tripping over the corner of the rug that was sticking up and ended up banging his toe onto one of the legs of the crib, as he was now hoping on one foot as he bit his bottom lip in frustration. Yes, it was moments like these in which Lily debates whether she indeed married one of the most talented wizards ever, or the biggest toe-rag ever.

“Blo-”

Lily’s eyes widened as she glanced at Harry before looking back at her husband, who if you ask her is making quite the show of hopping around on one foot. Before James could finish his sentence, Lily managed to bring out her wand from under Harry’s blanket and quickly muttered a spell and sent it directly at her husband.

“Blipping, flipping clip!” James had shouted in confusion, “Slipping, ugh flip.... Lily, what the flip did you clipping do?”

“I told you, no swearing around Harry”, Lily said in between giggles as she listened to the words spilling out James’ mouth. The look on his face was priceless as he licked his lips, and closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts as he did his best to ignore the way both Harry, and she were giggling uncontrollably now. Their faces-tinged pink as James continued muttering silly-obscenities as he turned and made his way out of the room.

“Dagnabbit…. Son of a monkey…. Merlin’s beard…. Flipping heck, Lily”

#jilytoberfest 2023 #jilymicrofics #<1000 words #James Potter #Lily Evans Potter #Harry Potter #jple #Jily fanfic #nena writes #Week 4 prompts

[nought-shall-go-ill]

Jily Microfic — May Prompt 2: Mourning

This @jilymicrofics piece is a continuation of this piece here, but can also be read on its own.

May 1976

At only 16 years old, Lily Evans had already done a lot of mourning for such a short life. She’d mourned her lovely nana — a tiny, wizened Welshwoman with a mop of red hair like hers — for almost half a decade. Her mother for two years that April. And as the war waged on, she found herself mourning more and more the faceless muggles and muggleborns unfairly swept up in its changing winds.

But she’d never mourned a friendship before. It made it all the more strange that this friendship wasn’t even over yet.

But it would be soon, wouldn’t it? If it weren’t Severus’ friends and their unforgivable actions that tore them apart, then what she’d done with Potter last weekend certainly would. Severus would never forgive her, and she wasn’t even sure she’d want to be forgiven. She certainly didn’t forgive him. Not after everything he’d said and hadn’t done.

But her heart still froze every time she saw James. Her mind racing. Was now the moment he chose to reveal what happened between them?

The fact that no one seemed to be wise to it — not even Sirius Black! — made it all the more terrifying. What was he planning? Was he going to ruin it?

“Evans,” Potter called after her that Friday afternoon before Potions. “Can I talk to you? In private, maybe?”

This was it. Her world officially ruined.

He led her to an empty classroom near the laboratories. She sat facing him atop a desk, the position all to familiar to the last time they’d been alone together.

“I—,” he began, pulling a hand through his hair. “How have you been?”

“Fine, thanks,” she replied as coolly as she was able.

“Yeah, well, that’s good. Um—” He paused, and she pondered for a short moment why his voice seemed so much deeper than usual. “Listen. About last weekend.”

“What about it?”

She flicked her own dark red hair back, pleased with her composure, despite the nerves tingling within her palms. James gaped, dumbfounded.

“Well, you know, we…”

Lily took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to make it easy.

“Look. I don’t know what you have planned, but if you’re going to go and rant about it to the whole school, can you just get it over and done with?”

“What?” he interrupted, deep voice all but abandoned. “I— I’m not planning to do that!”

“Really?” Lily raised a sceptical eyebrow.

“Really. I— well, that was kind of private, wasn’t it? I don’t think you got blabbing about stuff like that.”

Lily blinked, a bit taken aback by the answer. She felt exactly that way too, of course — that these sorts of affairs should be dealt with in private, amongst only those who were involved; she’d just never expected arrogant, self-absorbed James Potter to feel the same.

Or perhaps he felt embarrassed about her? He’d snogged — more than snogged really, if she were being honest — swotty Lily Evans when he was close to black-out drunk. It probably wouldn’t be much for the image of a pureblood quidditch star.

Somehow this thought made her feel even worse.

“Right…” she said after a moment. “So, we won’t mention this to anyone?”

“No. Not a soul. You have my word.”

He smiled shyly at her, a rare image, his eyelashes fluttering just slightly.

“Great. Well, thanks, Potter.” She pushed on the desk to hoist herself off, desperate to be anywhere but there.

“Wait.” James held his hand out, looking for a moment like he might hold her shoulder, but evidently changing his mind at the last minute. “I have something for you.

“What?” she queried, perhaps a little more harsh than intended.

“I remember you said you were looking for harebells for your Potion’s project the other day.”

“Yes, I am, but they’re not in bloom on the grounds yet, so….”

“Well,” he said, picking out a small potted plant from the large inner pocket of his robes. “My mum grows them, so…”

He held it out to her.

“Here.”

“I— why?”

He shrugged.

“Why not? I just remembered, is all.” He put another hand through his already messy hair. “Do keep it though. Can’t really send it back.”

“Oh… ok. Thanks, Potter.”

“You’re welcome, Evans. I hope it helps!”

And with that he spun on his heal and headed out the door to their next class.

Lily sat there for a moment admiring the plant — its dainty purple petals reminded her of the fairies from her children’s books — until she realised it was the longest she’d gone without mourning Severus in quite some time.

It was something. Perhaps a sign that this too shall pass. If only it hadn’t stopped.

#jilymicrofics #<1000 words #jily fic #jily #prompt: mourning #if you commented on my last one you are a GEM #and I will get back to you tomorrow but today has been busy — and physically painful — so I just had to bash this out before bed

[flo55i]

A Maxiel fanfic <1000 words. (Because they’re so not done.)

Going Out On A High

They’re standing by the back of the garages, between Williams and Alpha Tauri, where the journalists wouldn’t think to look for them first. It’s not foolproof but it’s all they can do.

Max reaches up to grab Daniel’s arm but he steps back, telling himself it’s because of their position out in the open but he really doesn’t need Max’s pity right now.

“Better not. Big brothers always watching, and not the fun kind who buys you beer.” He says.

But Max follows him back, pressing him against the wall and there is no escape. Max sees through him, he always has.

“Do not give me that bullshit. Do not do that with me, you cannot push me out.” Max states in return.

They’re both in their race suits, sleeves tied at the waist and it’s hot, too hot to be doing this but Daniel can’t help pressing his chest against Max’s anyway, closing his eyes.

He thinks of his last interview, his last team meeting and the driver debrief this morning. Everywhere he goes it feels as if he’s been watched, scrutinised, measured and it’s no longer attractive as it once was to have all eyes on him.

He feels like he’s been steadily ripped apart by all their words, judged and found wanting. And it’s getting a little sickening just sitting there and taking it like the good role model he’s supposed to be.

Max kisses him, fierce and bruising, making him feel it and Dan knows he can’t be angry with him for just wanting to make him feel better. He’d do the same.

“Sorry, just… fuck. That’s about all I can say about that shit show back there.” He apologises, gesturing to the world behind them they are both trying to cut out and make their way in.

“Let them talk. We both know what we have. I know what you are made of and fuck the rest of them.”

“Easy for the reigning world champion to say spunk.” Dan muses.

Someone walks past and they carefully step back, trying not to make any telling sudden movements, long since used to hiding and knowing how to play it.

Max sighs. Daniel smiles condescendingly at him. They stare at each other, two feet apart and Daniel hates that this is becoming the norm. Fuck this.

All the media, the PR, the hype, they’re never going to leave them alone. Good or bad.

They’re always going to harp on him about one thing or another. Why can’t he have this? If they’re going to give him shit about his on track performance then fine, if he has to endure all that then he deserves to have this.

“You wanna do something really stupid with me?” He asks.

“How stupid?” Max replies.

“Just think about it like this Maxy, you wanna go down in the history books? Cause me, I ain’t never gonna be no world champion and that’s ok. But I would like to go out on a high. Nobody gets that. But I want it bad.”

“I’m always up for some trouble— as long as it is with you.”

Grinning, Daniel holds his hand out, Max takes it and lets himself be led through the paddock. Max keeps step with him the whole way, and even with the heat, their hands don’t slip and fall apart.

“Yo! Oi, oi! Listen up.” Daniel shouts, coming to a stop.

“This is who I am, fuck you for doubting me.”

And the kiss is better than the one before, full on, like Max is trying to steal the words right out of his mouth in agreement.

Cameras flash around them, people actually crowding around to see the show and they can all go and get fucked because the man who holds him within his arms is the only thing he needs. He’s done hiding.

This is his high.

#maxiel #maxiel fic #cheer up fic #for a friend #for you #never doubt the love #unedited #wrote this in 20mins #fic inspo #<1000 words #joint effort #f1 fanfic #f1 #my fic #f1 rpf

[saph-writes]

Snippet of a WIP I'm working on!

It's a long one, so this is just from the first chapter. First meetings are always so fun to write :) Anyways the title is "Places We Won't Walk" and for any updates or posts relating to it, the tag is #p3w universe . It's going to be a while before I publish it since I want to have the outline fully finished and first 5 chapters fully written before releasing the first chapter.

But I will be posting quite a few excerpts from the WIP and some side stories before then (not spoilery ofc).

Stay tune~

#my writing #WIP #bllk #blue lock #p3w universe #bachisagi #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #bachira yuu #<- omg i love writing this woman shes so fun #isagi x bachira #<1000 words

[yuumei-art]

Smoking cigarettes is bad for your health. Smoking green paint made of arsenic is worse~

More shenanigans involving Dante, a character from my wip illustrated novel about 19th century artists. Back then, most paints are made of highly toxic ingredients such as lead, mercury, and arsenic (for the the infamous color: Paris Green).

#1000 words unframed #painter #artist #art

[mydrarryarchive]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: something akin to a microfic Summary:

After years of chasing after Malfoy, he’s gotten used to looking for flashes of silver.

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A little microfic(ish) giving a few glimpses into Harry and Draco's relationship.

#🖊️ #drarry #<1000 words

[mmelolabelle]

➡️incorrect star wars

#vader’s mask speaks a 1000 words #this is not an inaccurate representation of what happened tbf #incorrect star wars quotes #incorrect sw quotes #sw: tumblr #darth vader #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #rotj #return of the jedi #star wars #original trilogy

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 1: The Proposal✨

IT IS DONE HOLY SHIT! Yeah, I had to change this fic 3 different times, I'm really sorry this one took so long. Hopefully you all like this one and thank you for your patience <3

Consider this a reward for kicking Vox's ass in this poll and declaring our short king the ACTUAL hottest character in Hazbin Hotel lmao

Edit: This is now going to be a multi-chapter story! Look forward to more! Thank you all for the support 💖

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: Lucifer takes you dress shopping for a special night out, but for some reason he's been acting a little strange lately...

Warnings: 18+, smut, public teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v

Lucifer excitedly told you that he wanted to take you dress shopping today. It wasn't out of the norm for you two to go out on the town and indulge on some sort of spending spree together. Plus Lucifer absolutely loved buying things for you; whether it be precious jewelry, beautiful flowers, or brand-new clothes. But you had to admit it's been a while since you've gone out, what with Lucifer spending a majority of time at the hotel assisting his daughter Charlie. You were so happy that they were able to rekindle their bond after so many years of being apart. You were more than happy to help with the hotel as well! You found ways to help Charlie with whatever she needed, which somehow ended up being more than you initially thought. It was exhausting to say the least, but you enjoyed it nonetheless! You were very much looking forward to going out today with your beloved king. And of course he was taking you to one of the most esteemed shops in all of Hell, Vivacious by Velvette. He truly spared no expense when it came to you.

But for some reason, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was…off about Lucifer today.

He didn't seem upset or angry or anything of the sort. More like, he was scared? Or perhaps nervous about something? You couldn't think of anything that could be making him feel this way. The hotel was doing great, Charlie and Lucifer’s relationship was better than it’s ever been, and you and Lucifer have been nothing but enamored with each other. You were just clothes shopping after all. You two had been dating for some time now; you remembered how Lucifer used to be all kinds of flustered during your first few outings. You thought it was adorable the way he stumbled over his words when he brought up the newest duck he had added to his collection or when he complimented every single outfit you’ve ever worn. He still did those things, of course, but he slowly became more and more comfortable and confident around you. But today was something you’ve never seen before. The wary smiles he’s been giving throughout day, the jitteriness of his movements anytime you approached him, his rapid speech patterns…was he hiding something from you? You intended to get to the bottom of it.

You walked down the streets of Hell with Lucifer by your side, his arm linked with yours. You stepped into the lavish shop, dresses of all kids hung from the racks: ball gowns, sun dresses, cocktail dresses; anything you could think of was there! Lucifer told you to take your time and to pick out as many as you wanted to try on while he waited for you by the dressing room. Despite the plethora of options at your fingertips, you only found yourself intrigued by a handful of dresses. Some with more material than others but you'd thought you'd give them a try regardless; you weren't shy when it came to your body.

You grabbed the three dresses that appealed to you the most and made your way towards the changing rooms. Just as he promised, you saw Lucifer standing at the end of the hall waiting for you. But he didn't seem to notice you at first, his attention was elsewhere. Next to the changing rooms was the most impressive collection of wedding dresses you'd ever seen in Hell and even on Earth, each more breathtaking than the last. You noticed Lucifer staring at the wall of dresses with an almost wishful expression, reaching out to touch one of the dresses' lacy sleeve, gently massaging it between his fingers. You smiled and quietly walked over to join him.

"They're really beautiful, aren't they?," you said, snapping him out of his trance and making him jump a bit. He smiled at you, his hand still holding onto the sleeve.

"Absolutely stunning," he beamed. Although, with the way he was looking at you, it didn't seem like he was referring to the dresses. You felt a small blush creep across your cheeks.

One of the employees walked up to you and directed you to an empty changing room. Lucifer waited outside patiently, smiling at you as you closed the sort behind you. The first dress you wanted to try on was a simple black sheath dress. Once you slipped it on, you reached behind of and attempted to grab the zipper. You can only manage to pull it up so far before it wouldn’t budge anymore, causing you to huff in frustration. Slowly, you opened the door to see Lucifer’s eager face staring back at you.

“I need your help, hon,” you admitted. “I can’t reach the zipper.”

Quickly, Lucifer stood up and followed you into the changing room. You turned your back to him and lifted your hair up and out of the way so the zipper couldn’t catch it. Lucifer placed one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your dress. You heard the zipper moving, but it only took you a second to realize it was moving in the wrong direction. Cheeky bastard, you thought to yourself.

“Up, Lucifer,” you said with a smirk, glancing at him over your shoulder. You heard a light chuckle escape him.

“Sorry, darling,” he apologized almost insincerely, peppering kisses down your neck, “can’t help myself when it comes to you.” Lethargically, he pulled the zipper up to the top, finally letting your hair fall back down. If he wanted to play games, you were more than happy to participate. Because you knew how to win. And just maybe, you could get him to admit to whatever he was keeping from you.

“I wouldn’t start something that you’re not ready to finish, sweet pea,” you threatened with a smug grin.

Before Lucifer could get a word out, you spun around and pushed him gently against the wall, eliciting a small yelp from him. You placed both of your arms on either side of his head, effectively trapping him. His eyes widened, sucking in a breath as he realized how vulnerable he was in this new position he had found himself in. His head and hands became flat against the wall as he looked into your now ravenous eyes.

“My love, p-please,” he began to stammer, “I-I didn’t want to-HNG,” you effectively cut off his meek pleas as your one hand traveled down below his belt. You maneuvered your hand up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Nonetheless, you felt him start to harden underneath his pants almost instantly. You flashed a devious smile, but he didn’t see it, as he had screwed his eyes shut. Baring his clenched teeth, he tried desperately to hold his breath as to not make any lewd noises. You took that as a challenge, of course.

“So it’s only alright if you get to tease me, is that it, Luci?,” you questioned, leaning your head forward with your lips now pressed against his ear. “Now that doesn’t seem fair at all, does it?”

Lucifer gulped as you continued your teasing ministrations. “I’m s-sorry, sweetheart,” he looked at you doe-eyed. “P-Please don’t-mmph…don’t do this, not here. I won’t be able to hold back, not today…”

“Oh, I’m counting on that,” you retorted. “You know you’ve been acting out of sorts all day, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Maybe if you tell me what’s wrong, I’ll show you some mercy.”

Lucifer audibly gulped at your words. "It's…it's nothing, angel, I promise, I just-fuck," you pressed your hand in harder against the growing tent in his pants, silencing his response.

"You hesitated just now," you told him. "If that's how you want it to be, so be it. You don't have to tell me. But you're not off the hook, not by a longshot." You pulled away from him, giving him a chance to breathe normally once again. You gave a quick glance to the mirror to finally get a look at the dress you had adorned. It looked nice! But it came off as something you would wear in an office setting; not really your style. You looked back at Lucifer who was instantly frozen in place from your gaze.

"I'm not feeling this one," you remarked, "help me with the zipper?" You turned your back to him once more, feeling his hand tentatively grab the zipper. "You can only touch the dress, understand? I'm off limits."

"M-mhmm," Lucifer agreed. He behaved and only tugged the zipper down halfway until you could reach it yourself.

"Good boy."

You discarded the dress quickly, leaving you in only your lacy black bra and matching black panties. Lucifer forced himself to look away from you, trying to reach for the door handle.

"And where do you think you're going?," you asked coyly, stopping him in his tracks entirely.

“I umm, just uhh…giving you privacy?” He tentatively went for the handle again, but your arm shot out, keeping the door in its locked state.

“Oh, we’re way past decency here, Lucifer.” You maneuvered him away from the door and sat him down on the large white bench that was affixed to the wall. You leveraged your foot against the area just below his hip and rested one hand on the top of your thigh, the other on your hip. “Besides, you’re not really in any condition to be in the public view” leaning forward and shooting a quick glance down at his crotch, “now are you?”

Lucifer could only shake his head.

"Glad you agree," you smiled and pecked his lips, a pathetic little whine leaving Lucifer's throat. "I have a few more dresses to try on. You can look, but you cannot touch unless I say, alright?"

"Yes, love," he murmured obediently. You smiled and turned around to pick up the black dress you had let fall to the floor. You bent over slowly to pick it up, giving Lucifer a lovely view of your barely covered ass. You heard a deep inhale behind you followed by a shaky exhale.

You hung up the black dress and moved onto the next dress; a beautiful lavender colored Bardot dress with sleeves that hung off your shoulders. Luckily this one didn't have a zipper, you only needed to step in and shimmy it up your body. You adjusted your bra straps and hid them under the sleeves for the time being. You liked this one more than the last, you did as few twirls in front of the mirror checking every single angle.

"What do you think of this one, hon?," you asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror. It seemed as though he was gripping that bench with just a little too much force.

"Ravishing," Lucifer breathed. You had given him permission to look, and he was taking fully advantage of your generosity. He was chopping at the bit, fighting every urge to pounce right then and there. Lucifer's eyes were hungry, his lips curled into a smile to try and hide how badly he needed you at this moment. You admired his will power…but how strong was it truly? You made your way back towards him, chuckling playfully. Without warning, your knees found their way onto the bench, now fully straddling the mess of a man beneath you.

"W-what are you-mmph!" Lucifer tried to ask you but was cut short by your lips suddenly on his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a small peck to his forehead.

"You always say just the right things, Luci," you cooed as you began to shift your hips against him. Hearing the mangled moans coming from Lucifer was nothing short of euphoric. You noticed he had released his grasp on the bench and began to move towards your hips. You gripped the back of his head, his hair firmly between your fingers, and tilted his head back gently. Lucifer grunted softly as you brought your lips to his neck. "Ah, ah, ah, what did I say, love? No touching," you scolded, now sucking and nibbling at his tender skin, desperately needing to mark him.

Lucifer whimpered and reluctantly brought his hands back to their original position on the frigid bench that paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm body that was pressed against him. "I-I can't do this f-for much longer, darling," he whimpered, "I can only h-handle- hnng, so much, I…ssshhhhhhiiittt-" Lucifer's hot breath became increasingly labored as you continued to rock your hips against his painfully growing bulge.

Just then, you heard the sound of a door closing. Someone had just entered the room next to you. With the threat of being heard now looming, you lifted yourself from his neck to see that Lucifer's eyes had turned an ominous red. It felt as if his slit black irises were staring straight into your soul, attempting to burn you from within. He was losing control fast. But you weren't done with him just yet. With a smirk, you placed a finger over his soft lips. "Shh," you whispered almost inaudibly, "you may want to keep your voice down from now on."

A low guttural growl erupted from Lucifer, not of anger, but of pure lust. His obedience hanging by the thinnest of threads as you removed yourself from his lap and stripped yourself of the purple dress. At this point, you couldn’t really care less about the dresses. This was much more entertaining.

The last dress you had grabbed was a form fitting strapless dress decorated entirely in ruby colored sequence with a long slit up the side. You held it against your body in the mirror, but something didn't look quiet right. But then in donned on you, and a devious thought had crossed your mind. You made your way over to Lucifer once more, noticing his claws were now digging into his thighs.

"Can you hold this for just a moment, dear?," you asked innocently. He looked up at you with his still crimson eyes, outstretching his hand silently. Once he was holding the garment, you reached around the back of your bra and unclasped it, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud. Lucifer's eyes became saucers, bunching up the dress in his hand with a clenched fist. Your soft and tender breasts were mere inches from his touch and yet he found he could only sit there motionless, writhing under each new temptation you threw at him.

"You…you are…" Lucifer began, finding it agonizingly difficult to steady his breathing.

You smiled and tugged the dress back from Lucifer's powerful grip. "The dress wouldn't look right with the bra on, silly! I should have brought one of my strapless ones, but oh well, live and learn!" You giggled to yourself and turned away from the fallen angel who's resolve was deteriorating with each passing moment. And with that final move, you had definitely won the game.

Or did you?

While you were mentally congratulating yourself on your perceived victory, you hadn't noticed that Lucifer had moved from his seated position, picking up every article of your clothing that you used to torment him. All you felt next was something wrap around your waist tightly. Was that…his tail?

"What the-AHH!," you tried to question, only to be pulled backwards through a portal that had been summoned, dropping the red dress in the process. The pale white dressing room vanished from sight and you were left standing in the middle of your bedroom. “Lucifer, why did you-" but you couldn’t finish your question. When you turned around, your lover was on his knees behind you, his demonic horns now on full display. He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. "Oh, Luci…"

"Please forgive me, I-I'm so sorry, my angel," he cried, "I know I've been acting strange all day and I know that you know I've been keeping something from you. I swear on my immortal life that I will tell you, but I'm begging you…" you kneeled down with him, cupping his face with your hand, "no more teasing. P-please…I-I need you…"

You gave him a loving smile and brought your lips to his. He melted from your touch, grabbing at your hand that held his cheek. "You know I love you, Lucifer," you breathed as you pulled away, "I'm sorry if I took things too far back there, I never want to upset you. You don't have to tell me anything if you're not ready to do so. I can wait. But first…" You stood from your kneeling position and offered him a hand up. The way his demonic form had taken over from just your teasing had you desperate for him beyond belief. Not that your previous bouts of teasing him hadn't worked you up already. You needed him too. Now.

You laid flat on you back against the soft sheets, beckoning him closer with a curl of your finger. Lucifer finally flashed you a toothy grin and in an instant, snapped his fingers, completely removing all of his clothing. Normally he liked to make a show of his undress, but you were both too far gone to care at this point. His tail swished behind him as he excitedly climbed up to join you in bed. He stared down at your crotch, licking his forked tongue across his lips. Without hesitation, he removed your panties and spread your legs apart, taking in the sight of your completely drenched pussy. He leaned down quickly and began to leave sloppy kisses and nips along your inner thighs before stopping right at your entrance.

You chuckled lightly at his eagerness to please you. "Luci, you know you don't have to do this. Especially not after what I put you through today."

Lucifer, in response, let two of his fingers slide against your folds, earning a hardy moan from you. "Trust me when I say this, darling," his voice was low, dripping with lust, "I will never deny either of us this pleasure." You felt his steamy breath against your womanhood as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, sending a shiver down your spine. "You may want to hold on, sweetheart."

Without another word, Lucifer ran his snake-like tongue against your cunt like a starved man. You arched your back in pure ecstasy, unable to focus on anything other than the way he was making you feel. He hooked his arms underneath your legs and brought you as close to his face as physically possible, digging his claws into your soft thighs and wrapping his tail around your calf. You realized what he had meant with his last statement and reached out to grip his devilish horns. Your grasp forced a moan out of him as he worked his tongue on your sensitive nub, circling it relentlessly. You knew how skilled he was with his mouth, but it never failed to awe you every time he used it. It wasn't long before you felt a different sensation, that of two clawed finger thrusting into you at a rapid pace.

"Lu-Lucifer, fuck, f-feels so good," you whimpered in between your heavy breaths, "right-SHIT… right there, d-don't stop, please don't stop!" Your pleas only fueled Lucifer’s hunger for you and his desire to make you come undone around him. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your knuckles were turning white with the amount of force you were using to hold onto his horns. You let one hand drop to tug at Lucifer's hair, another broken moan escaping him as you did. His fingers curled up into you, hitting your g spot repeatedly as his lips sucked on your clit with reckless abandon. That coil in your stomach was on the verge of snapping. "S-so close…gonna c-cum, fuckfuckFUCK LUCIFER!," was the last thing you could utter before your walls clenched around his fingers, feeling yourself pulsate with waves of pleasure. Lucifer helped you ride out your orgasm while lapping up every drop that escaped your body as if it was the nectar of the gods. Once your body finally relaxed, Lucifer removed himself from your thighs, your mess glistening off his chin. He flashed you a wicked grin before using his tongue to clean up the remains of your essence from his face.

The King of Hell crawled up the length of your body until he was hovered directly above you. "I can truly never have enough of you, my queen," he praised. Through your lustful haze, your barely rational mind latched onto what he'd just said. Queen?, you thought, he's never called me that before. Not that you minded in the slightest, you loved it, in fact. Regardless, you clearly weren't in any condition to question his choice of words. Not when you were desperate for his cock to be buried inside you already.

Lucifer caught your lips, his tongue begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. You could still taste a faint amount of yourself on his lips as your tongues met in a fiery display of passion, twisting and fighting against each other as if trying to establish dominance of the other. You pulled his head closer as he devoured you, saliva dripping down the side of your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. His tail refused to recoil as it kept its grip on your lower leg. His hard on pressed against your thigh and you were becoming increasingly impatient. You whimpering against him and bucked your hips up, essentially begging for him to take you completely.

“Please…” was the only word you could force out once you pulled away from his lips. Lucifer smiled, pressing his lips against your ear just as you had done to him earlier.

“Your heart’s desire is my command,” he cooed as you finally felt that familiar pressure between your thighs that you so desperately craved. You felt the head of his cock finally press into your sopping wet cunt, slowing inching himself into you he bottomed out inside of you. You moaned together, now feeling completely whole. Together as one again. Out of nowhere, Lucifer’s wings sprang out behind him once he was fully sheathed inside of you, adding a bright angelic glow to his otherwise hellish appearance.

He was beautiful.

He laughed awkwardly, a hard blush spreading across his face. You reached up and captured his lips once more. He hummed into you, folding his wings around you, completely blocking the outside world. In that perfect moment, the only thing that existed was you and him. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer finally began to shift his hips, pulling himself out only to thrust right back into you. Slowly at first, relishing every single mewl and whimper you let escape your throat as he rutted into you. But it wasn’t long until his pace quickened, the sound of your slapping skin driving him to the brink. He rested his forehead against yours, refusing to look away from your loving gaze. You felt that coil in your stomach begin to clench once more, making it near impossible to form any coherent sentence, the pleasure his cock was providing was overwhelming you in the best way possible. He noticed this and brough his hand between you two and started circling your already overstimulated clit. You were not going to last much longer. And you could tell his composure was falling apart at the seams as well.

"Hng…fuck…me," Lucifer stammered, his breath hitching on every word "close…I'm close, g-gonna…c-ffffuuucckkk!" He resorted to latching his sharp teeth onto your shoulder, causing small patches of blood to flow out as he came, his hot seed painting your walls white. His wings twitched and spasmed when he finished inside you. His orgasm coupled with his hard thrusts and torturing of your sensitive nub pushed you over the edge for a second time, screaming his name as you clenched around his thick cock. Lucifer lapped up the blood he had drawn from you before he collapsed on top of you, his demonic form finally subsiding, as you both tried your best to catch your breath. You both laid there for a minute or two before even thinking about moving again. Besides, you loved the feeling of his full weight on top of you, it was comforting.

"Remind me to tease you more often," you joked, running your fingers through Lucifer's soft blond hair. He shot his head up and glared at you with a clear 'don't even think about it' look. "I'm kidding! Mostly…" Lucifer rolled his eyes playfully and planted a small peck to your lips. He finally found the strength to pull out of you and roll over onto his side, exhaling heavily.

"That…didn't really go as planned," Lucifer chuckled nervously. Up until now, you had completely forgotten what had even led up to this moment! You guessed you weren't getting a new dress after all, not that you minded, you had more than enough in your closet as it was. "What SHOULD have happened was you were going to pick out a new dress, I was going to take you out on a beautiful romantic candlelit dinner, and then I...I was…" he paused and gulped. "Oh, to hell with it!" He quickly sat up straight and turned to you, using both of his hand to grab onto yours. You sat up as well, your stomach filled with butterflies for a reason you weren't really sure of. "You were right, you know. I was keeping something from you. I am a very bad liar and I'm even worse at keeping secrets. Especially from you. You told me that I didn't have to tell you right now. But that was the problem! I was fighting with every fiber of my being to not tell you immediately! Because I love you with all of my heart and soul and I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side and...and..." he exhaled harshly. With a wave of his hand, a small black velvet box appeared. "My love," he opened the box to reveal a ring, "will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my bride?"

You looked down at the precious jewelry before you. A golden snake for the band, with its body wrapped around a beautiful ruby gem in the shape of an apple. Your eyes swelled with tears, you couldn't stop them from flowing down your face. Lucifer panicked and started to wipe them away.

"I-I'm sorry! Please...please don't cry! I didn't mean to-HMPH!" His apologies were cut short when your lips found his. After you pulled away, you laughed, tears refusing to stop. Lucifer's mouth was agape.

"Yes, Lucifer," you bawled, "yes yes yes, a million times yes! Of course I'll marry you, I've never wanted anything more!"

Lucifer sat there in disbelief. But only for a moment before joining you in your crying, wrapping his arms tightly around you, both of your sobs echoing throughout the room.

"You've made me the happiest person in all of Hell, my dear," he cried as he peppered kisses all over your face, clearing away more of your tears. "I love you, from now until the end of time. I promise to be the best husband I can possibly be."

"You're already the best person for me, my King," you smiled. "You don't have to change a thing. I love you, Lucifer Morningstar."

"And I you, Mrs. Morningstar."

~~~~

Congrats on becoming the new Queen(s) of Hell babes 😘

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[brookheimer]

not sure why people don't seem to understand that shiv being the victim of misogyny and vitriol from all the men in her life can and does coexist with the fact that she is not a feminist liberal hero fighting to save democracy. why is it that we never afford her any nuance? she's either the only good person on the show and deserves to kill every man in a ten foot radius (twitter) or a uniquely evil cruel sociopath with no heart fueled entirely by spite (reddit). is it not just so much more interesting for her to be a fascism aiding and abetting character like the rest of them who also views herself as more progressive in spite of everything else about her and who undergoes horrific treatment at the hands of the men around her yet has no interest in undoing the system that allows them to do so, only in ruling it herself? shiv is not any better than the others nor is she any worse than them. there's no Evil Olympics here guys, nor should there be. snook said it herself in the after credits sequence -- shiv was just lucky that her interests aligned with her sympathies. who knows what she would've done had mencken been her best personal option? yes she cares infinitely more about politics than roman, yes she is still very much interested in maintaining the capitalist, fascist structure and even strengthening it, so long as it ends with her on top (which either way would be a win for liberal causes bc Woman). fascism isn't one-size-fits-all. it's not just mencken and trump. it's also mattson. it's also logan. it's also roman and shiv and kendall. that's... kind of one of the main points of succession? but even so, that does not negate the fact that as a woman it is so hard to watch some of the scenes with her and tom/roman/kendall -- of course that misogyny will resonate with female viewers, as it should!!! but that resonance needs to coexist with a deeper understanding of her character -- if you want to root for a bad bitch fighting against misogyny go watch, i don't know, captain marvel or whatever. what makes shiv interesting is that she's so so so much more than that -- she is the product, victim, and perpetrator of misogyny and fascism, two concepts so heavily intertwined they're virtually inextricable from each other. tl;dr it's one thing to be like my god someone give shiv a gun and it's another entirely to say, entirely seriously, that shiv is the Good Liberal Feminist One and the rest are all evil. like i absolutely adore shiv but i would honest to god find her so fucking boring if she were actually the person these tweets make her out to be i'm sorry

#me: shiv isn't evil! \ everyone: oh so she's the only good one? #me: shiv isn't good! \ everyone: oh so she's the only evil one? #NUANCE GUYS. IT EXISTS. #honestly i just don't get it. how are you all not just like bored by the versions of these characters you've created #all this being said. every man that called shiv hysterical tonight should be shot and killed. #<3 #succession #succession spoilers #casey shut the fuck up about shiv roy #shiv roy #long post #100 #500 #1000 #dude if i thought this would get notes i would’ve proofread it first. LMAO #like this is literally a word vomit ramble that i didn’t even read before posting . embarrassing 4 me #this time on posts i didn’t expect to get notes

[rule-masochism]

we all love our gagged whumpees, but the way im automatically won over is when the tiny process of whumpee being gagged is described in very careful detail.

pushing the tangled hair out of their face so you can slide the straps under it. maybe it's coated with sweat.

if whumpee is defiant, i love seeing how they toss their head back and how you have to force their mouth open. maybe they bite a few times? very annoying for whumper. but shoving their head back towards you, gripping onto their hair and telling them to cut that shit out...ooh, that's fun.

obedient whumpees are just as fun because they'll just open up for whumper. stick that pretty tongue out and remain still as you clip it behind their head. maybe you can even stroke their hair a little. throw in a 'good boy/girl' for good measure 🙏🙏🙏

then theres the look!! i wanna know what they eyes are doing!! are they glaring straight ahead to avoid looking at whumper, or shooting daggers at them anyway? do they stare at the ground? or is it all listless if they've done this many times before?

and when you're done... i wanna know the result. what kind of gag is it (personally im a sucker for open-mouth) and how does it make em look? are they drooling already? what does whumper have to say about this?

i dont care how unnecessarily long you think you made your gagging scene, we're whump writers we're all here to indulge!! give your whumpee's mouths some love 🫶🫶

#this is not a complaint i just wanted to rant a little abt it #if ur a whump writer and you do this... i love you #1000 kissies to you #my words #whump prompt #gagged whumpee #defiant whumpee

[chridys-scribbles]

Goodbye Old Girl

Program after program, file after file, they all disintegrate into the ether. It's a cleansing, a purge of data no longer needed. The fans whir loudly, the old machine struggling without its ever-present companion to guide cool air into its vents.

Games that I loved, games that I tried, and games I never played vanish one by one from the screen. Programs for work and for play disappear soon after. My leg starts to burn and I shift the laptop so that only the edge rests on that leg, still hot but more tolerable.

Lists of apps, files, and folders fill the screen and minutes turn into an hour, then two, as I meticulously migrate files to the internet or delete them by the handful and by the bucket load. I idly scrape at crumbs of christmas chocolate that had made their own migration in my bag and were now stuck to the warm aluminium casing.

I delve through dozens of folders and see mysterious and esoteric files that few ever look at. Empty folders of uninstalled programs and games get deleted and google tells me which of the other folders are surprise guests invited by my chosen installations, and which ones are still required for the old workhorse.

It's quieter now, although it’s still hot, but the dust-clogged fans are not needed as much by a processor running fewer processes than it has in years.

The final cleaning begins as I remove my accounts from browsers and from Steam, the only programs that I have installed that will remain, and some of the longest-serving applications running on the system. A final run of a cleaner and the recycle bin is empty.

I look at my desktop, empty and forlorn, and the sensation echoes within me. On a whim, I create a new file, "treat her well.txt". At first it is a joke and I smile at my foolishness, but this machine has been by my side for the better part of a decade.

It was with me as a confused and sad man, running the games I escaped into and providing a window to a warm world in a job I didn’t know was hurting me. It was my portal to my family and friends through lockdown and transitioning, holding open hundreds of tabs full of information and inspiration. And now, it has returned to running games for a much happier woman.

It's just a laptop. She's just my laptop, with my name stored deep in its system. Around the south of England and to a rock in the middle of the Irish Sea, she's travelled hundreds of miles in her lifetime and her heavy weight is a familiar one on my back. But now she must journey onward without me, to a friend who needs her more than I.

It's silly. It's foolish. But I am silly, and foolish, and above all sentimental. So I write my last words to her.

"Goodbye old girl, you've done me proud."

And then I give her my final request.

Shut down.

Yes. "Please."

#<1000 words #slice of life #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #writeblr #writing

[naivegh0ul]

What about finally Older Simon Ghost Riley breed the innocent reader? PLEASE

(Love your work, please continue<3 )

I'm glad you like my work :) Hope you like this one!

(warnings: smut, fem reader, older!ghost, fingering, PiV, loss of virginity, brief mention of overstimulation)

(word count: 2,104)

Ghost had been tinkering with his car in his garage with the door open when he heard your sweet voice. "Hey, love." He said as you handed him a cold bottle of water.

He'd taken to calling you 'love' after he saw how you reacted to it the first time, and you still shiver the same way, but now he gets to see the way you glance away from him, clearly embarrassed.

"Hi, Mr. Riley." Is what you responded. He loved the way you called him 'Mr. Riley', the way your lips moved around the words, it made him want to bend you over the hood of his car and fuck you until those words were all you knew.

Ghost watched as you walked towards him, eyeing up the hood of his car, and Ghost could almost swear you were thinking the same thing he was. "Nice car." You complimented.

"Thanks. Want a ride?" He offered you, smirking slightly as he took a sip of his water. He watched your eyes widen slightly at his words and you nodded your head.

Ghost opened the passenger door for you, even buckling you in, treating you like a proper passenger princess. He climbed into the driver's side after, and he could see you staring at him from the corner of his eye but he didn't say anything about it, he only smirked.

The engine roared as he turned the key, and Ghost pulled out of the driveway, speeding off down the street. He drove fast to impress you, and he saw the giddy little smile you had on your face. So cute, he thought, and he bravely leaned over and placed a hand on your thigh.

He saw you jump at the contact and Ghost smiled a little, rubbing his thumb back and forth on your thigh comfortingly. When you looked over at him, your eyes so big and pretty, Ghost just couldn't resist. He squeezed your thigh, sliding his hand further up.

You didn't say anything, instead you parted your thighs slightly, which Ghost took as permission to keep going. His fingers moved to your inner thigh and went up, brushing his pinky finger against the fabric of your panties.

Ghost pulled his hand away teasingly and he heard you let out a tiny whine. "Shh, love, be patient." He cooed as he pulled the car into an empty parking lot and turned it off.

The sun had started to set, and there was no one around, making the setting like something out of Ghost's dreams. "Come here, sweetheart." Ghost said, patting his lap as he leaned back in his seat.

He watched as you obediently climbed into his lap, mauvering yourself around for a moment before settling down. He looked up at you, seeing those gorgeous eyes looking right back at him.

"Mr. Riley, I…" You started, looking away embarrassedly. Ghost cupped your cheek and guided you to look back at him gently. "Talk to me, beautiful. Do you want this?" He said, rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb.

You relaxed, and Ghost smiled a little. "Yes, I do. I've just… I've never done this before." You admitted softly, lips pouting so cutely.

Ghost's eyes widened and he felt himself chub up in his jeans at the revelation. "Oh, darlin', you're a virgin? Come here, let me kiss you. We'll take this slow, alright?"

You nodded your head and leaned closer to Ghost, pressing your plush lips against his own carefully. Ghost had to refrain himself from bucking his hips up at the feeling of your lips on his, that feeling is something he's been dreaming of for months.

He moaned, tasting your strawberry lip gloss on his tongue and he prodded at your lips with the muscle, demanding entry. When you parted your lips, he pushed his tongue in immediately.

Ghost licked into your mouth, his tongue sliding along yours and sucking on it. "You taste delicious." He groaned as his hands slid down to your hips, toying with the waistband of your skirt. They slid further down and rested on your thighs before squeezing lightly, and he smiled when you squirmed and looked away.

"Let me make you feel good, baby." Ghost whispered, his voice rough and filled with lust. His hands grabbed your hips again and he began to rock you back and forth on his lap, making you rub yourself on him.

"That's it, rub that pretty pussy on me." You shuddered at Ghost's bold words, your eyes squeezing shut as you did what he said. Watching you grind your clothed cunt on Ghost's erection had him letting out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the headrest.

Ghost just let you do what you want, letting you control the pace. His hands stroked up and down your thighs the whole time, gripping them each time you mewled when your clit brushed his zipper.

The way you writhed on Ghost's lap, your hands holding onto his shoulders tightly, your soft thighs bracketing his, it was enough to make his control waiver.

His hands gripped your hips and pulled you back, shushing you when you made a confused noise and tried to get closer to him. One of Ghost's hands slipped beneath your skirt and began to rub his finger along your slit through your panties.

You jolted, hips jerking and back arching at the feeling. You clenched around nothing and let out a needy whine, moving your hands from Ghost's shoulders to his arms, groping and grabbing his biceps as his finger brushed your clit.

"Right there, sweetheart?" Ghost teased, smirking at you as you moaned, the sound echoing through the interior of the car. Ghost felt how wet you were, your panties positively soaked. "Fuckin' look at you. So wet, all for me."

The way your thighs were twitching, your moans getting louder and more high-pitched, Ghost could tell you were close. He doubled down on his efforts, focusing on your swollen clit.

"Are you close, baby? Gonna make a mess of these pretty panties for me?" You nodded your head, overwhelmed tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Ghost shoved his hand underneath your panties and pushed two of his thick fingers into your sopping wet hole.

Your back arched and you cried out, clenching down on Ghost's fingers as you creamed over his hand, your juices spilling down his wrist.

Seeing you like this, back arched and lips parted around a moan, it made Ghost snap. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed your thighs roughly.

"You have any idea what you do to me, sweetheart?" Ghost growled as he yanked your panties down, the task difficult in the position you two were in. Instead of getting you to sit up and pull them off that way, Ghost just grabbed the sides and tore the thin fabric off you.

"You have any idea how many times I saw you wearin' those slutty fucking skirts and I just wanted to lift them up and get on my knees for you? Hmm?"

You gasped at Ghost's filthy words and the way he ripped your panties apart like it was nothing, "Mr. Riley-" You tried to say but Ghost quickly silenced you with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours roughly.

"Little girl," He growled against your lips, the sound of a zipper being opened permeating the air. "I am going to ruin you." Suddenly, you were being lifted up the hips and pressed against Ghost's chest with his tip nudging at your hole.

He whispered dirty things in your ear as he slowly pulled you down onto his cock, cooing sweetly when you flinched and moaned at his size. "Takin' me so well." Ghost praised.

Ghost watched as you sank down on his cock, watching as you took all of him easily. "Good girl." He cooed, a proud lilt in his tone as he watched you panted and whined on his lap.

After a moment of Ghost letting you adjust to his size, he slowly dragged you up by your hips and dropped you back down, smiling as you squealed and kicked your legs at the feeling.

You tightened up around Ghost, your face contorting into one of pure, pleasure-filled bliss. "Does that feel good, baby?" Ghost asked with a smirk as you opened your mouth to speak but all that came out was a weak string of moans.

Ghost laughed meanly at your feeble attempt at speaking. "Come on, use your big girl words." He said. When you didn't respond, Ghost's smile widened. "Don't tell me you're cockdrunk already. Aww, poor thing."

When you tried to hide your face in Ghost's shoulder, he pulled you down onto his cock and gripped your face tightly, your cheeks squishing together. "Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweetheart." Ghost said, shaking your face back and forth lightly as he cooed and pouted teasingly.

"Mr. Riley." You mumbled. eyes teary and desperate as you rocked your hips back and forth, trying to get your message across. "What, love?" Ghost played the innocent act, pretending as if he has no clue what you're trying to tell him.

You let out an embarrassed whine, trying to look away and hide your face again. "Eyes on me." Ghost reminded you with a stern look, smiling as you nodded your head obediently. "Good girl." He leaned forward and kissed you passionately, his hand slipping off your face down to the side of the seat.

All of a sudden, you're lurching forward as Ghost leans the seat back. "Now," Ghost started as his hands slid up and down your thighs, squeezing them to his heart's content. "Ride me."

You looked down at Ghost with wide, unsure eyes. "It's alright, sweetheart. Ride me like one of your toys. Be a good girl and ride this cock."

Nervously, you did as he said. Lifting yourself up carefully, shivering at the delicious drag of Ghost's thick cock along your walls, before you dropped yourself down with a moan.

"There we go, baby. Just like that." Ghost groaned as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock, his head falling back against the headrest as you clenched around him. He felt you speed up, the sound of your thighs slapping against his echoing throughout the car,

He noticed you'd gotten quieter and when he looked up at you, he saw you staring intently down at your stomach, watching as a bulge appeared and disappeared. "Fuck!" Ghost grunted, immensely turned on by the fact that his cock is so big that it causes your stomach to bulge each time you sit down on him.

Ghost's hand shot out to your lower abdomen, pressing down on it and watching as you mewled and whimpered, your eyes rolling back at the feeling. Ghost grabbed your hips, deciding that you were going to slow for his liking and he flipped the two of you around so that you were laying on the seat and Ghost was thrusting into you.

You looked down as Ghost fucked you, obsessed with the way his cock filled you completely to the brim. He made your brain fuzzy, made your thighs shake and your mouth spill filthy moans.

The car smelled of sex and him, that distinct musk that always made you go crazy whenever he was near you. Ghost angled his hips upwards slightly while you were mid-daydream, causing his cockhead to ram right into your sweet spot.

You cried out Ghost's name, wailing, "Mr. Riley!" Ghost shook his head at your words as he continued to fuck you, breathing heavily as his balls slapped against your ass and his cock twitched inside you. "Simon, love. Call me Simon." He panted.

The sudden intimacy of him allowing you to call him by his first name hit you like a truck, causing your back to arch violently at your thighs squeezed around Ghost's waist as you came. Not only was your neighbour, the mine you've been pining over for months, taking your virginity in his car, he's also allowing you to call him by his real name.

"Simon!" You repeated over and over as your cunt clenched, tightening around Ghost's cock. Your eyes rolled back once again, profanities mixed with Ghost's name coming from your open, drooling mouth.

Ghost takes the opportunity of your open mouth to spit on your tongue, ordering you to swallow as he continued to fuck you into overstimulation. "Shh, sweet girl," Ghost shushed you when you whimpered and complained about how sensitive you are. "I want at least two more of those from you."

1000 followers special! Thank you guys so much for 1k followers. I wanted to give you something special for the occasion and I hope this is okay! Love you all <3

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See You Space Cowboy...

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Another P3W WIP~ This one is a Reo one-shot, separate from the main story.

Ah hurt/comfort, one of my favorite tropes :,)

Though, Chigiri isn't very good at comfort lmao. Reo is really going through it huh. Matches up with the latest episode what a funny coincidence-

Also dw, Nagi has his own side of the story, I just need to write it first. He's not a complete jerk I swear, Reo just thinks he is.

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