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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 8 months

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#374

“Hey! Midnight bathroom run too? Yeah. I knew I shouldn’t have let my wife’s mother book this tiny inn in the middle of nowhere Germany for my honeymoon. I live in a three-bedroom apartment in Manhattan two blocks from Central Park, and now I have to share a toilet. I would gladly pay for a suite at a five-star hotel, but my wife likes it. Whoever came up with “Happy wife happy life” should be shot. "This jet lag sucks. This is my second night here in Europe, and I haven’t shaken it. How about you?... You’re here a week? Wow. It looks like we will be competing for the toilet for a number of days. It’s us and him in there. That Argentinian has been in there for a bit. I see the toothbrush in your hand; when he comes out, you can go ahead of me, as long as you are fast; I’m going to be spending some time in there. It seems that the only way I can get to sleep is to enjoy my left hand….

“I see you smiling. You know what I’m talking about…. Don’t be shy about it. All guys do it.

“And the best part is as I get close, I turn on the bidet and let the warm water run across my shithole. It’s not quite like a tongue diving in deep. I haven’t had my ass eaten out in years….

“…You a faggot?... Your silence makes me wonder that you might be, but your dick tenting in your robe tells me everything. Open your robe and let me see….

“Just as I thought. You want help me go to sleep? Good. Let’s go in your room. You can brush your teeth afterwards and wash away the taste of my shithole….

“Now we are behind closed doors, you can lose the robe…. Damn you are a small fag. How tall are you?... I have a foot on you; I’m 6’5”. How much do you weigh?... I’m 290, twice your weight. You are the size of the faggots I used to use back in grad school at Columbia. I like them small. I hope you like to be manhandled. Don’t care if you don’t.

“Get on your knees fag. Go on reach in. Take my cock out. Even soft, I’m bigger than your tiny four-inch pecker. Hard, I more than double you.

“It’s clear that there is only one man in this room, and it ain’t you. There is only one cock in this room; yours is to be ignored. You got that?... Fag, you got that?...

“That’s ‘Yes Sir.’ I saw the hunger on your face in the hall when I mentioned that I loved a tongue in my shithole. I’ve noticed the few times you’ve been checking me out as our paths crossed. It’s the same hunger I saw on my bitch boys I used on the side when I was in grad school. They saw a big man with a big dick, and they did whatever I wanted. I see that hunger on your face now, and I’m expecting the same from you.

“You drink piss…. That wasn’t a question. Open your toilet mouth…. Take my head in. Fuck yeah. Relax and start swallowing…. Ahh, that feels so good. You are a natural.

“Is your cunt cleaned out? Probably not. If you can handle my cock in your throat, I’ll be back tomorrow night to sample that cunt. Here sit on the floor with your head against the wall.

“I want to tell you how to get me to cum. Like I said, I was going to use the bidet to not only to clean my shithole but to make my hole feel good. Your tongue is taking over that responsibility.

“I haven’t had a shower since this morning, and I’ve been out all day in the sun. My crack is going to reek. I know you won’t mind.

“Place a hand on each of my thighs. Take a deep breath. Now pay attention. Your tongue needs to be inside my shithole pretty much all the time…. Like that. Fuck yeah. Don’t be alarmed if I fart on your faggot face. It’s bound to happen.

“Damn! Fuck! Your tongue is digging deep. Faggot you know how to eat a man’s shithole. Oh man. I’m getting close. But I need to sample that throat.

“Fuck. Hold that faggot head against the wall and open up that throat, cause I’m going right down to your stomach, all nine inches to the root.

“Take it faggot! Take it! I don’t care if you gag, gasp, or even puke all over me, you are fucking taking it. Open up that throat, dedicate that airway to me. Oh fuck. That’s it faggot.

“When I’m ready to cum, it’s with your tongue in my shithole, and I want you jacking me off. And I’m getting close. Oh yeah! I’m going to turn around real fast. So close. Hell the fuck yeah. Get that tongue ready. Ready? Now!

“…Spread my cheeks and get that tongue inside me and start fucking with it. Now reach under me and jack me off. Fuck boy. I’m going to cum. Keep doing what you are doing. Urg! Uh! Uh! Fuck! Fuck yeah!

“Oh man. No one told you to stop. Keep tongue fucking and jacking me. Milk the last drops out and let them fall.

“Faggot you did good. I’m want to do this every night…. Ok… Ok… You can stop.

“Whew boy. Hand me my underwear. And your pillow too. The pillow is to wipe up your throat slime and remaining cum drops from my dick. The other side is to wipe my ass. When you go to sleep, you can smell me.

“Whew, that was a huge load on the floor. Start licking…. Don’t give me that look again, or I will smack you again. That load puddled on your floor should be gold to you. Lap it up or suck it up, I don’t care.

“Hell, you can even jack off while doing that, once I’m gone. I don’t care.

“You want me to come back tomorrow night?... Good, then do as you are told. Atta boy! Do you have any plans for tomorrow during the day?... You can go to a museum another day.

“You’re doing good boy. While you continue to lick my load, pay attention to what I have to say. In the morning, my wife and I are heading to some castle. Before we leave, I am going to slip an envelope under the door. It’ll have €1500. We are about an hour and a half from Berlin. I want you to go there, find one of the sex shops. I want you to purchase a bunch of items.

“First, I want a rimseat. You know how to eat my shithole, and you will do it again. Find a chastity cage and have them put it on you. Have them put the key in the same envelope and seal it. Have them write their store’s name across the back of it. I want that cage to be tight and most importantly, I want it to prevent an erection, not one that pushes the cage forward should that tiny thing start to grow. Ideally I don’t want to see any bump from your tiny pecker. You got that? I want a collar, ankle cuffs, and wrist cuffs. Buy about 10 meters of rope and some padlocks. Get lube. And I don’t know how you are going to do this but get something to clean you out. And see if they sell teeth guards; I felt some teeth when I was in your throat.

“At midnight, keep your door unlocked. Be wearing the collar and the cuffs. And get a good hood and wear it. Leather can be expensive. I’ll bump that up to €2000 in the envelope. If there’s money left, get me a flogger.

“You got all that?... Good boy.

“Where’s your phone? Here it is. Good an iPhone. Look up. Good it unlocked. Get back to the floor. I’m putting my side cell number in here. I am listing myself as ‘SIR’. I want you to text me when you buy each item. And have the store worker take pics of you being fitted for the cage and anything else they care to. And if they want to use you, you will let them.

“I’m going to add you to my find my iPhone app, so I can track where you are. So I know what text you are, what’s your area code or country code?... 215?... Philadelphia?... Oh boy. My firm has me in Philly one week a month and a weekend in between. I have an apartment near Rittenhouse square. You perform well here, and I will be taking you on permanently.

“Keep licking boy. Don’t get up until every drop is in your belly. I’ll see you tomorrow. I need to get back to my wife.”

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spacebarbarianweird · 28 days

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Pleasure

Synopsis: Astarion teaches Tiriel to give a blowjob.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, oral sex, trauma talk

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The late evening is sweet and warm, the stars shining beautifully in the dark skies.

It’s Astarion’s second spring as a free person.

These months always bring hope, and even in his years of slavery Astarion sometimes dared to dream of freedom in those few weeks when nature was new.

Astarion looks to the right. Tiriel walks beside him in her spidersilk armor. The two-handed ax is strapped on her back. She looks ahead with almost child-like amusement.

He can’t take his eyes off her.

Freckles, wrinkles on her forehead, those funny half-elven ears. He knows every small detail of her body – and loves her mindlessly.

Tiriel notices his look and takes his hand. Her skin is warm, and Astarion squeezes her fingers tighter.

She is much younger, only thirty-eight. The year she was born, he was forced to entertain a certain nobleman from Amn for an entire year. And by the end of it, Astarion thought that returning back to the mansion wouldn't be so bad because at least there he could pretend he was something more than a toy to play with in bed.

Tiriel was beaten by her relatives for being a half-elf. He was beaten and tortured for fun.

Tiriel was starved and humiliated by her own blood. He was fed rats and fleas by his master.

At the age of fifteen, she managed to escape, and Astarion’s undead heart aches when he thinks about young Tiriel, almost a child, wandering the wilderness on her own, without a weapon or armor.

Shedidn’t even have a name before an old adventurer, a tiefling-paladin, explained to her that “pixie” and “fairy” aren’t an appropriate way to call a young woman, no matter her race and origin.

Tiriel told Astarion all these with a bitter smile – her cheating mother, evil chieftain stepfather, cruel siblings, years of traveling on her own, the way she chose her own name at the age of fifteen. The loneliness and pain she tried to soothe with drinking.

But Astarion knows Tiriel too well. She still suffers for what happened to her. Tears prickle her eyes when she talks about her miserable childhood.

They both have a lot of darkness in their past. She consoles him after nightmares and soothes his anxieties. He tells her how beautiful she is.

He smiles to himself. Maybe the gods did hear him after all, making Tiriel’s father stay for the night in the village in the Sunset Mountains and sleep with the chieftain’s wife. It just took Tiriel some time to grow up and get to Baldur’s Gate.

“Well, the night is young and we have many hours of travel again. I wonder if there is any village we can get to by the morning,” Astarion says.

“I doubt it. One more day in the tent, then,” she shrugs.

“Easy for you, Tiriel, you don’t have to stay inside! And I am trapped, protected from the murderous sunlight only by a thin layer of fabric.”

“First of all, you keep me for yourself until I absolutely need to go out,” she laughs. “Second, it’s an enchanted fabric, and third it’s a very big tent! Don’t complain!”

“Oh, it’s not fun to be in a relationship if I cannot complain!”

Tiriel brushes her finger along his cheek. He closes his eyes, savoring the touch. If only he knew she was already alive in the last decades of his slavery. Maybe it would make things more bearable.

Then he notices Tiriel looking to her side. She opens her mouth and then immediately shuts it, as if trying to say something but not knowing how.

His wild girl doesn’t have a wide vocabulary, that’s for sure.

“What is it, my sweet?”

“Oh? Nothing!” she blushes. “Nothing-”

Astarion is sure there is something on her mind but he isn’t sure if he should push her. Tiriel doesn’t like it.

Neither does he.

They keep walking through the valley and no matter how sharpened Astarion’s senses are, he doesn’t catch any sentient creature’s scent.

There is no one for many miles.

“Astarion,” Tiriel calls him out.

“Yes? What is it?”

She takes a deep breath and stares at her feet. Astarion is sure he’s never seen her that embarrassed.

“I want to take you in my mouth.”

Astarion has to put an effort not to laugh. “And what exactly in this gods forbidden place made you want this?”

She turns her head away avoiding looking at him.

“I’ve been thinking about it for three days.”

“What self-control!”

“Don't laugh, Astarion! Besides, you've gone down on me already! Even when I was on my period!”

He chuckles remembering the taste of her moon blood. It was incomparable to anything else.

“You are a half-elf, my dear, I couldn’t miss the only time you bleed every year and a half. In your case, it’s a rare treat. Not so rare if you were a pure-blood elf of course. Then we would have to wait for a decade.”

“I want to,” she says. “I want to give you pleasure.”

“As if you don’t already give it to me,” he approaches Tiriel and puts his fingers on her neck, where a fresh bite mark is slowly healing. “But who am I to say no to such a generous offer?”

He looks around and notices a boulder that he can comfortably sit on.

Tiriel impatiently waits till he puts his sack on the ground and sits. Now Astarion can feel her arousal and he contemplates if he should just fuck her like he usually does.

He spreads his legs a bit so she can unlace his trousers without an effort.

“Should I undress?” She asks.

“Take off your armor. The rest only if you want to.”

Tiriel quickly gets rid of the spidersilk armor and stays only in her shirt and trousers. Then, she contemplates for a bit and takes off her top as well. Her skin immediately is covered with goosebumps and her nipples harden because of the cold air.

Astarion feels the tension between his legs. Tiriel knows what she has just done to him.

“Kneel,” he asks. He tries to make it sound like a request, but it sounds like an order anyway. Tiriel bites her lower lip and slowly sits down.

Astarion admires her face for a few moments and then nods allowing her to unlace his trousers. His cock is soft and Tiriel carefully kisses the base of the shaft.

“You haven’t done this before, right?” He asks, feeling his arousal grow.

“Which part of ‘I was a virgin’ don’t you remember?” She asks, planting a kiss right below his navel.

“Yes… True… Well, I’ve probably received it a couple of times, although I don’t remember. Usually, I was giving…” He shivers when Tiriel kisses his half-naked hip.

“Should I take it?” She mutters.

“Wait,” Astarion brushes her hair with his fingertips. “It will be difficult to swallow it fully, it will just be unpleasant. Use your hand.”

“Like that?” Tiriel grabs his cock the same way she grabs her weapon and Astarion gasps.

“I knew what I was getting into,” he murmurs. He feels hot down there, all his thoughts and emotions are focused on his own cock which is getting harder as Tiriel holds it.

“Yes- Yes, like that,” he grabs a fistful of her hair and makes her head lean towards his cock. “Now relax your tongue and lick the tip. Do it, don't be afraid.”

Tiriel studies the cock for a while and then touches the sensitive head with her tongue. She licks it, forcing a string of pre-cum to flow down the shaft, and then kisses the tip.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Yes-”

“Great, because I like it, too,” she finally goes down and takes the part of his cock into her mouth.

Astarion whimpers as Tiriel starts sucking him. She still hasn't fully taken him into her mouth, and he doesn’t expect she will. Tiriel looks up, maintaining eye contact and he sees tears in the corners of her eyes.

Her right hand goes up under the shirt where she squeezes his right nipple forcing Astarion to moan loudly.

Inexperienced or not, Tiriel knows his body too well, all of his sensitive parts.

Then she stops half cock still in her mouth and her eyes smirk.

What is she up to?

She goes down fully, her lips meeting the base of the shaft. Astarion feels his legs shiver.

He is throat-deep in her and the feeling is like nothing that he’s experienced before. Tears flow down Tiriel’s cheeks. Astarion leans back, and Tiriel uses her right hand to reach out for his balls.

“Ngh,” he whimpers, feeling his orgasm getting closer. He thinks he should pull her head away and come on her naked breasts or on her face – he’s personally always hated getting gushed down his throat – but before he manages to make any coherent movement he finishes in Tiriel’s mouth.

Tiriel lets his still-hardened cock go and Astarion expects to hear a cough or gagging sounds but instead, she stands up on her wobbling legs, smiles, and parts her lips to show the white pool of cum on her tongue.

Then she swallows it.

“You taste divine,” she murmurs, letting him taste himself on her lips. “And look very cute right now.”

Astarion slowly returns back from the high of his orgasm.

“Did you like it?” She asks.

“It was perfect. Everything you do to me is perfect.”

She giggles and then looks at his manhood. It’s still painfully hard.

“I can do the second round,” she says, licking her lips, but Astarion pushes her onto the grass and tugs her trousers. Her own entrance is wet and swollen.

“I want you to scream my name,” he murmurs, getting rid of the last pieces of his own clothes. “I want you to moan and whimper like the good, wild girl you are,” Astarion adjusts himself and feels her warmth around him the next moment. “And then I will come on these breasts of yours.”

Tiriel cups his face and parts her swollen lips.

“I would love nothing more.”

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roxygen22 · 3 months

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ABCs

"My Little Cocoa Bean" Series

Summary: 4-year-old Ben (AKA Bean) starts to learn his ABCs

C/W: None that I can think of, 100% tooth-rotting fluff

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Willy came home from the factory a little earlier than normal one winter day to hear you and Ben chattering excitedly in the study. Not wanting to interrupt, he quietly tiptoed his way to the door and leaned on the frame to take in the scene.

It was too cold to play outside, so you made the most of being stuck indoors. You and Ben were sitting on the rug in front of the fire, your backs to the door and surrounded by papers with a few large, handwritten letters. "Alright, Benny, let's go over these one more time before Papa gets home." Willy hid himself further behind the door frame so he didn't spoil their practice time.

"What letter is this?" You asked as you held up a paper.

Ben concentrated. After a brief pause, he confidently announced, "A."

"Very good! What sound does it make?"

"Aaaaaapple," he exaggerated. "Nood-uhl, nood-uhl, apple stood-uhl," he sang. "We go see her?"

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm sure she will love to hear about your progress. Now, what's this?" You held up Ben's favorite letter, never getting enough of the reaction it elicited.

"B is for buh-BEAN!!" Threw up his arms in excitement with such force that he rolled to his back and spotted Willy at the door. "Oh - hi, Papa! You look upside down," Ben giggled as he splayed out on the floor like a starfish.

You looked back to see Willy kneel down with a gleam in his eyes. "Huh, you look upside down, too, Bean. Let's fix that." But instead of helping the boy upright, he picked him up by the legs. "Oh no!" Willy gasped with fake alarm. "Bean is going to see the world upside down for the rest of his life." Now you were giggling, too. You were in love with an overgrown boy, apparently.

Ben laughed and laughed. "No, Papa, you hold me upside down!"

"Oh goodness gracious, my apologies, young sir." Willy flipped Ben upright and set him on his hip. "Is that better?"

"You silly, Papa. Do again!" Willy dipped him backward a couple more times before he sat down in the arm chair with Ben in his lap.

"Alright, back to business. Can you tell me what you learned today?" You handed Willy the sheets of letters.

"A is for aaaapple. B is for BEAN," he shouted.

"And Ben, and Benjamin, and Benny," you reminded. The boy had procured a number of names in his short four years.

"What letter is next, Bean?" Willy asked as he flipped to the next page. You had not yet covered the letter C, so you weren't sure how Ben would respond.

"Umm..." the boy looked at you tentatively. You shook your head at Willy, who tilted his head up in acknowledgment. He decided to continue on with the lesson himself.

"C is for cat! That was one of the first words Aunt Noodle taught me. Want to know what else starts with C? Chocolate!" Willy scooped Ben up with one arm and helped you up with the other. With his family in his arms, he started to waltz and spin around the study singing, "Only Wonka's makes your eyes pop out their sock-elets!"

After a few minutes of dancing, the whole family plopped down on the sofa to catch their breaths. Willy was sandwiched between the two of you, your head on one shoulder and Ben's on the other. He looked down at his two loves and breathed out a contented sigh before kissing Ben on the crown of his head. "You're doing great, Bean. I am very proud of you. Soon you will know how to put those letters together to spell words. I was FIVE TIMES your age before I learned, so you are way ahead of me."

Ben looked up at Willy with wide eyes. "Aunt Nood-uhl teach you?"

"Yes, and it was hard, but it was even harder to go through life without knowing how to read. Which is why I'm glad your mother is teaching you early." Now it was your turn for a kiss on the head.

"Papa, we go to lie-berry tomorrow?"

"Sure, Bean. We'll stop by on our way to the factory. Aunt Noodle said she has a book for you about animals. It even has tigers and giraffes! Two very important words to know how to spell..."

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thatmadshifter11 · 12 days

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The Shadowsinger and The Mistress of Love and Lust

Mate.

I could feel the nightmare in me growl at the word but the dreamer in me smiled softly and shed tears of genuine happiness. I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of glass.

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

Then all I felt was pain.

My wings- the pain- my wings.

My wings are gone.

I wince. How can I feel pain in my wings? Suddenly I’m being swarmed by shadows-his shadows-Azriel! They circle me whispering softly, touching me lightly.

He needs you. He's in pain. Help him.

They call to me, the pain in m-his wings keeps growing stronger. I don't question how they found me or how they spoke to me, all I can think is save Az.

I vacate my post at the healing tent and leave my assistant Lily in charge. I set out to find Azr-my mate. I see my brother and Cassian, they both seem tense and it worries me. I have been cooped up in the healing tent and haven't heard about anything pertaining to the war other than healing the soldiers and warriors injuries. I walk towards the two illyrians trying to tap into the power to summon my wings.

Hot searing pain floods the bond and I drop to my knees unable to summon my wings or my battle fan. I sink lower as I feel the shooting pain in my ankle and the sharp stabbing pains still in m-his wings. I am going to murder whoever hurt Azriel- My Azriel.

Cassian rushes towards me spitting curses as he grabs my arm trying to help me up. I give him a vulgar gesture and I call him things a High Lady shouldn’t even be able to think of. I yank my arm away and stand up slightly dizzy and nauseous. I catch myself on Cassian as I hear the faint sound of my brother laughing.

“Oh shut it Rhys” I say one hand on my hip the other leaning on Cass to stay balanced. “I was looking for Az but this fucking oaf got in the way,” I jab a finger in Cass’ chest. Cass looks at me with a snarl. I laugh as does Rhysand. “Well sister if your looking for him he should be flying back soon I have been awaiting his and Feyre’s return from rescuing Elain.” I smile knowing he should return, but then I remember the pain and the bond. “H-he's hurt brother like big time,” Rhys looks alarmed. “How do you know? And what happened” he asked, dragging me toward a group of chairs, Cassian following behind us.

"I felt it through our bond, a mating bond," I reply, wincing at the fresh wave of pain that surges through me. "His wings, they're damaged, and I think his ankle too. I need to find him, now."

Without waiting for their response, I push myself off the chair and start heading towards the direction the shadows came from. Every step feels like a dagger in my heart as I can sense Azriel's agony echoing down our bond. I almost stumble, but I steel myself and keep moving. I can't afford to falter now. My vision blurs, but I blink away the tears, focusing only on the path ahead./As I reach the spot where I had found the two stubborn Illyrians I see a shadowy figure in the distance. He drops quickly landing harshly groaning in pain. His wings, his glorious beautiful wings all torn and bloody filled with arrows I can only assume are ash arrows.

"Azriel," I call out, my voice breaking. I rush towards him, dread pooling in my stomach. He looks up, his eyes filled with pain but also relief at seeing me. I reach out to touch him but he winces, pulling away slightly. "I'm here, Az," I whisper, trying to assure him that he's safe now.

“Mate,” he growls at me in a sadder tone then his usual mocking raspy voice. “Yes, yes Mate, but for now lets get you healed alright?” He huffs which I can only assume is an answer to my question so I take it as one.

His eyes, usually so lively and watchful catching every slight move, are dulled by pain. Seeing him like this breaks my heart into a million pieces, but I swallow down the lump in my throat. I need to be strong for him.

Pt.2 link: https://www.tumblr.com/thatmadshifter11/748248818969198592/the-shadowsinger-and-the-mistress-of-love-and-lust?source=share

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nightghoul381 · 5 months

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No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Chapter 1

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

Kate: “Okay. This mission was completed successfully.”

Kate: “…So, why were you laughing earlier?”

Harrison: “Remember when you tied up the criminal with a rope?”

Kate: “I wanted to be useful to you, Harry.”

(…Now that I think about it, I might have been a little too brave.)

In addition to being a fairy tale master, I am also Harry’s lover.

No matter what I do, I’m always worried about whether my lover sees me as a lover.

Kate: “Um, Harry.”

Harrison: “Hmm?”

Kate: “Would you like for me to be a little more ladylike?”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “Well, what do you think?”

Kate: “You’re so quick to dodge—”

Kate: “oof…”

After a sudden thud, I turned around and saw a child with a red waistcoat and a red nose looking up at me.

Child: “I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking ahead.”

Kate: “No, I’m sorry.”

Kate: “Did you get hurt? Are you okay?”

Child: “…N-no.”

Harrison: “Hey, are you handing out flyers? Is it for a travelling circus?”

Ferris Circus Child: “I’m a member of the Ferris Circus. We’re in this area now.”

Ferris Circus Child: “I’ll give this flyer to you. If you like, the two of you can come and play with me. Bye!”

The child disappeared like the wind, leaving only a flyer with a gorgeous picture on it.

(…A travelling circus?)

(Does that mean we can only see it now? That’s great, it looks like fun…)

Harrison: “Do you want to go see it now? Are you interested?”

Kate: “Eh? I didn’t say anything just now, right?”

Harrison: “I know you and I know your heart. Come on, let’s go.”

Kate: “Huh…”

I looked at Harry’s profile as he walked away, holding my hand, and I smiled involuntarily.

(I’m really looking forward to the circus and the unscheduled date with Harry.)

(Wow…!)

As we step into the tent where colorful flags are hoisted high,

It feels as if we had wandered into another world.

Harrison: “Wow, the interior of a touring circus is so neat.”

Victor: “It’s true! The Ferris Circus is indeed very popular.”

Kate: “Victor!” – Harrsion: “…Victor.”

Harrison: “Why are you here?”

Victor: “I’m in a fun place, come on!”

Victor: “How lucky I am to be able to meet you cute people in a place like this.”

Victor: “Harrison, don’t you think we’re connected by fate?”

Harrison: “I don’t want to be doomed with you. Shit, don’t hug me…”

Victor: “I love you, even if you’re a bit of a bore. Ah, Kate. Here’s some popcorn. And a drink!”

Kate: “Fufu, thank you. As expected of you Victor, you are fully prepared.”

Harrison: “Don’t take advantage of him like that. That’s why he’s such a nutter.”

Victor: “I’m famous for my modesty. I like to be taken advantage of.”

A fanfare rang out as Harry and Victor had their customary argument.

Leader of Ferris Circus: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!”

Leader of Ferris Circus: “Prepare to be amazed! Tonight, we bring you a spectacular show.”

Leader of Ferris Circus: “We are ready to show off our captivating acts. Bringing you the ultimate excitement and surprise. Showtime!”

Kate/ Victor: “Wow…!”

Starting with that signal, performers demonstrated acrobatics and juggling tricks,

Soaring through the air.

Harrison: “Pfft, haha. Your eyes are twinkling, you look like a child.”

Kate: “Uh, because it’s amazing! Oh, look there’s a lion over there too.”

Leader of the Ferris Circus: “Now, next up is the appearance of the very popular Oliver!”

A boy with braided red hair called Oliver appears with his arms outstretched.

Oliver: “My special skill is that I can easily undo any kind of handcuffs or ropes.”

Oliver: “I’m going to put these handcuffs on someone here now.”

Oliver: “And I’ll remove them in an instant. Now, who would like to help me!”

Victor: “Yes, yes, yes, these cute lovers would like to participate.”

Kate/ Harrison: “What!?”

Harrison: “Hey, you can’t just—”

Victor: “You have to get up on stage as soon as possible. Have a good time!”

Oliver: “Hello! My greatest thanks to these devoted lovers. Now, here we go…”

There was a clicking sound, and my right hand and Harrison’s left hand were handcuffed together.

Then a brightly colored cloth was draped over the handcuffs—

Oliver: “Now to remove it, abra cadabra alakazam, and that’s it!”

(Th-that…?)

(…isn’t it coming off?)

Instantly, a storm of boos broke out in the venue.

Oliver: “W-What? I’m sorry, I’ll take it off now. Oh, the key… I don’t have it? Huh”

Harrison: “…Give me a break.”

--Crown Common Room

William: “—So, you return still tethered. That was a disaster.”

Liam: “Really. So, you couldn’t find the key after all?”

Kate: “Yes, that’s right. Moreover, the Ferris Circus is leaving here tomorrow…”

Harrison: “So, tomorrow we’re going to go look for the key. For now, we’ll just stay like this.”

Liam: “Al is an expert at picking locks, but it looks like he’s gone somewhere.”

Harrison: “…That guy, gets involved when he’s not wanted, but he’s not here when he’s needed.”

Liam: “But, it’s not all bad. If you’re connected, you’ll always be together, right?”

Liam: “It’s true whether you’re awake or asleep.”

Liam’s meaningful smile made my heart skip a beat.

(…I see, it might be fun to be together 24/7)

Harrison: “Are you thinking of something naughty?”

Kate: “I-I’m not thinking anything naughty! Please don’t make such strange comments.”

Harrison: “Hmmm, am I thinking about it though?”

Victor: “I would appreciate it if you would think about me at least a little bit, Harrison.”

Kate: “Wah…!”

Harrison: “So many times today… is today a bad day or something?”

Victor: “On such a bad day, the Grim Reaper, or rather, Her Majesty, has a mission for Harrison and Kate.”

Victor: “The stage for this mission is the Ferris Circus.”

Liam: “Eh, that’s the circus Harry and his friends went to earlier, right?”

Victor: “Ah, apparently the leader fosters and protects children who have no relatives as performers.”

Victor: “—But that’s just the surface.”

Harrison: “…”

Victor: “There are rumors behind the scenes, they are using these children for his own gain and making them do bad things.”

William: “They help children who have no relatives and train them to obey. So much so that they can’t even refuse to commit sins.”

William: “The leader is not only a trainer for the animals, but also for the children.”

(Train the children…ah)

Kate: “When the boy named Oliver made a mistake, his hands were shaking really bad.”

Victor: “I also thought there was ‘something’. They had eyes that were far from freedom.”

The air surrounding Victor felt frozen, like a dark blue night.

Harrison: “The mission is to see it with my own eyes and find out what’s wrong with it. And if I find it to be evil, I’ll condemn the leader, right?”

Victor: “Ah, that’s right. You can find the keys and complete the mission. You can kill two birds with one stone!”

(There were a lot of small children in that circus group. I can’t overlook it.)

Liam: “But is it okay if it’s just the two of them? They are handcuffed together right now.”

Liam: “Can I disappear and stay with Harry and Kate?”

Harrison: “You were so excited about an important practice you have tomorrow.”

Liam: “That’s true…”

Kate: “We’ll just accept your sentiments. Thank you, Liam.”

Harrison: “The key is bound to be somewhere. Don’t worry, I’ll remove it as soon as I find it.”

Liam: “Okay, I understand. B-but if something happens, I’ll come running right away.”

Harrison: “Damn, you’re being overprotective, Yeah, yeah, I understand.”

Victor: “As I asked. Harrison, Kate.”

Kate: “Yes, then—”

Harrison: “Ah, then—”

At the same time, we stand up and start walking in the opposite directions.

Naturally, we were restrained by the handcuffs and we fell down on the spot.

Liam: “Wow, are you two alright? It won’t work if you walk in opposite directions.”

Kate: “…I was trying to go to the bathroom.”

Harrison: “I was trying to get a drink.

We stood up again, and again—we both fell.

Kate: “You’re going to get a drink, aren’t you?”

Harrison: “I tried to follow you to the bathroom.”

Kate: “For now, let’s catch our breath.”

Liam: “…is it really alright?”

Victor: “Kate is dynamic, and Harrison is static. Kate is the sun, and Harrison is night. They are actually opposites.”

--Kate’s room

After a night of being handcuffed, we awoke to the sound of birds chirping.

(…last night was really tough after that.)

I want to go out for an evening walk, and Harry wants to read a book in his room.

I want to have fun with everyone, and Harry wants to be alone and quiet.

At every turn, our behavior was the exact opposite, which as a result, meant we slept peacefully.

(Hm, Maybe, no, even if he is...)

(--Are we the exact opposite?)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 6 months

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Wyll's Enchanted Boots

Set somewhere in acts 1/2, once the group is more comfortable with each other. Astarion is a little sh!t prankster

"What did he do this time?"

"Enchanted Wyll's boots," Karlach snorted. "Poor guy can't get them off."

Shadowheart sneered. "He's going to give away our location if they don't keep it down."

"You want to get in the middle of their prank war, go ahead. They've been obsessed recently. But I think Gale or Tav cast something that soundproofed the camp before they left. Pretty sure we've all been making noise."

"Help! HELP! Get these things ohooooofffff! GaHA! TICKLES! IT TICKLES! Oh my GAHAHADS! HEEEEELP!"

"No one will save you, darling fool," Astarion was watching Wyll roll on the ground struggling to remove the cursed boots. His smile was smug and satisfied - Wyll had been especially sassy and righteous during their travels that week and Astarion had had enough. He was sitting in a chair above the downed fighter swirling a wine glass with the occasional sip. "Another few minutes and that will have made up for all of those comments on my rat diet."

"Feheheathers! Th-thousands of feathers!"

"Yes dear, I'm sure it feels that way!"

Shadowheart shuddered, but she had weighed the options in her mind. "Oi! Astarion! Those were a good pair of boots. Why did you need to waste them with a curse like that?"

The vampire put a hand to his chest in false hurt. "This? A waste? I think not dear, I am more than satisfied with the results. Wyll, darling fool that he is, may have stepped into them unwillingly but now whoever wants to laugh themselves silly can do so anytime they please. It only lasts as long as you can keep them on…" He chuckled darkly.

"And will it be your turn after he manages to get them off?" She raised a brow.

"I'd kinda like to try," Karlach shrugged.

"Then pull them off meeeee! HaHAhahahaaa!" Wyll wailed.

"Nah, looks too intense. Or are you that sensitive?" She teased. "You walk around camp with a crop top Wyll, can't say I blame Astarion for getting ideas."

"And he has an extra pair of normal shoes lying around somewhere," Astarion waved his hand. "Unless they're enchanted too and Gale ate them...Hm. Heh. Heheh. Good luck fighting whilst laughing your arse off."

Shadowheart clicked her tongue. "It has been mere minutes, and he is crying."

"Heeeeeeelp!"

"Enough Astarion," Karlach laughed. "He's had enough."

"Alright, alright," Astarion sighed and set his glass down. "Hold still darling. Stop kicking your - hey! Stop kicking for a minute! Yes, thank you. Excellent self control. Let me pull the left off first…that's it, dear. Here you go, Karlach. You slip it on and it'll start tickling after a few moments. I'm only giving you one boot, otherwise you may get too excited and blow us up, you sweet touch-starved barbarian. Now Wyll, if you kick me again I'm leaving this one on….Alright goooood….Aaaaaand you're free!" He stood back up with a delighted smile and offered the other boot to Shadowheart. "Curious?"

"Hells no," She crossed her arms.

"HEH! Heheheh. Haha, oh my, heheh, ohoho!" Karlach broke out into higher pitched giggles than anyone would have thought. "Hehehey! This isn't bahahad!...This is nihihice! H-how ticklish are you Wyll? Heheh!"

Wyll stayed on the ground as he watched his teammates and friends have fun. "I'm," he gasped, "I'm happy…at least one person…can enjoy that torture device…heheh…"

"Two people," Astarion reclined back on his chair like a cat. "I'll leave the pair by Halsin's tent when they come back and then we can get a proper show. You'll be thanking me."

Shadowheart looked down at the boot, up at Karlach who had taken a seat on the ground and was giggling, and sighed as she sat down beside her. "A kind gift you've given her," She said to Astarion. "But I'm curious as to why you want to see us laugh?"

"Better a smile on your face and cheer in the camp than slowly angering ourselves to murder darling, cruel pranks lead to cruel actions," Astarion set his glass down and stood. He spoke from experience with his spawn 'siblings.' "Now then. I'm going to-"

Wyll grabbed his ankle with a playful look in his eye. "Going to what?"

"Going to escape your grasp," He shook his leg, and when that didn't work he bent over to unwork Wyll's fingers around his ankle. "Going to…to just sliiiiide myself out of here while you loons have your fun…"

"Oh I think he deserves some form of payback for that," Shadowheart smirked and helped Wyll pull the vampire's legs out from under him so he landed face-first on the ground. "Us loons do want to have our fun."

Astarion yelped and tried to scramble away again, but he soon joined Karlach in a giggle fit as the pair squeezed his legs. Wyll was working on pulling off one of his shoes as Astarion did everything in his power to not actually kill the two. "H-hey now! I, heh, I thought thaHAT you'd prank me some other wahay! Gehet off yohou weirdos! AHEH! HEE! N-not the kneHEES! HEE!"

"You've been pranking us with laughter for weeks and we're the weirdos?" Shadowheart took more pleasure than she should have from making Astarion squeak. He was on the ground squeaking from their pinching and scribbling into the backs of his knees.

"It's only fair, Astarion! Stop kicking, you know you deserve to laugh just as hard as I did! C'mon Fangs," It took a few seconds, but Wyll managed to tug the enchanted boot over Astarion's one foot and sat on the pair of legs so he couldn't pull it off. "Karlach, get his other one!...Karlach?"

She appeared to be off in her own world, enjoying the teasing magic.

Astarion's giggles became consistent and louder. Not that being pinned and forced to take their revenge helped, but he had not anticipated the boot actually tickling so much. Shadowheart was also on his waist pinching his sides from behind with her slender fingers now. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the crook of an arm and tried shooing her hand away with the other. He shot both back down when she slid them into his armpits, and they were pinned there making him cackle. He could only writhe on the ground and laugh at their mercy - yet he would take this over Cazador's punishments any day. His teammates weren't interested in hurting him when he acted out.

This was fun.

Wyll had decided to grab Astarion's free foot. Holding it by the ankle on the ground, he scratched his nails over the sole.

Not so fun. The nails were far worse than the feathers the boot tickled with.

Wyll exclaimed, "The Blade of Frontiers always finishes his fights! Give in yet, fiend?"

Astarion arched his back, raising his head high. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes and he had the largest grin only Shadowheart could see from the angle she sat at. "Yes, YEHEHES! GET OHOHAHAFF!"

And they did.

Shadowheart patted his back when she slid off, and Wyll got off of his legs. "Need help with the boot?"

Still giggling, the spawn pulled himself up and started to pull the enchanted item off with far more ease than Wyll had been able to. The other boot was tossed into his lap, and he saw Karlach cross-legged wiping her own eyes.

"That was fun!" She exclaimed. "Haven't been touched like that before. Thanks, Astarion. I'll borrow those again."

He coughed and snuck quick glances to Shadowheart, who was smirking at him on her knees, and Wyll, who was still dangerously close to his feet. When they made eye contact he wiggled his fingers in the air teasingly. "Juvenile pranks don't go unpunished, Astarion. Truce?"

They won't hurt you. They're having fun.

I'M having fun.

He pulled himself together after a second, pulling the smirk back over his face as a familiar mask. "How about well deserved pranks? You've been a brat this week Wyll, and I'm not above making you laugh as hard as you do your enemies."

"Tickling enemies is my thing!" He shot back. "You got these ideas from Gale and I!"

As they bickered, Karlach plucked the boots back from Astarion and grinned at Shadowheart. "I'll put these by Halsin's tent. It'll sure be a sight when they get back. I'm going to go sharpen my blades before these two start tickling each other again."

"I'll join you," As Shadowheart stood, Astarion indeed leaped onto Wyll and tackled him to the ground. Straddling him, he dug into the bare skin Wyll's cropped top exposed and loud laughter once again filled the camp.

She smiled. Without realizing it, Astarion was great at team building.

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midnight-vixn · 2 years

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Considering what a great follow up my ask from last time got...

Learning that the guys will definitely help you out when you need someone to help you get off, so you go to them when you're horny but imagine you go to Lucifer all horny and then there is Diavolo in his office and they're talking but they know why you're there and Diavolo looks at Lucifer like "oh, is that how it is?" so both of them go ahead and wreck you so good you can't walk for a week but they let you take some time off of RAD-

Or, being true to myself, you go to Beel cuz you need his fat cock to stretch you out so good and the times he makes you cum on his tongue before he does is addictive but Barbatos came over to bring something over for Beel and so he supports you from behind while Beel eats you out and makes you suck his cock while Beel pounds you into the matress, rubbing your clit and pinching your nipples because he delights in your squeals and whines-

Oji I’m kissing you so fucking hard right now. First of all I can’t believe you sent that anon, I was in love😭 second: Luci/Dia reminds me of that one smut fic I wrote where they both use you😵‍💫

afab!reader x Luci/Dia & Beel/Barbatos

Lucifer originally had to convince you it was okay to ask him for help when you needed it, by now though you were making frequent visits to his office. Like usual you were worked up and had become incredibly needy for the first born to relieve you in only the way he could, so you venture to his office ready to let him use you as his play thing. You expect him to be in the middle of paperwork and that’s no problem, you love to distract him and watch the tent in his pants grow even though he’s telling you to wait. You did not however, expect Diavolo to be there also. Finding Lucifer in deep conversation with the young prince you consider leaving but are beckoned to join them. Lucifer guides you to sit in his lap, embarrassed to do so in front of the prince but secretly hoping he’ll leave soon anyway so you can have your fun, you settle against him.

You question at first if Lucifer realizes why you’re here but soon feel his erection pressing against your ass and know he’s well aware. His hand starts traveling up your inner thigh and you squeeze them together to stop him from going any further, you want him to continue but need the extra guest to leave first, a blush on your face from feeling so incredibly horny in front of Diavolo. Lucifer let’s out a deep chuckle and kisses your neck before pulling your thighs apart.

“Don’t worry darling, Diavolo is well aware of our arrangements. He’d like to help too if you’re okay with that.” He purrs against your neck. You feel yourself throb at the offer, a soft moan leaving you, glancing over you catch Diavolo watching with a smirk on his face and anxiously awaiting your answer. “What will it be my love?” Lucifer asks in the same deep voice he uses right before he fucks you numb typically, bringing his hand up to lightly rub against your sex. You quickly nod yes and that’s all it takes before the two of them have you stripped naked and sprawled out on the desk, both covering you with kisses, one rubbing circles on your clit while the other teases your nipples. After much prepping Lucifer lays you on your stomach and teases your entrance with his cock, Diavolo waits for you to give permission before he shoves his thick cock down your throat. The two of them fucking into you at an uneven pace making your body tingle from the stimulation, both praising you for handling it so well, telling you how good you look spread around their thick cocks like this. Once you cum a few times they both pull out, gently flip you around the table, and fill you back up. Lucifer gives Diavolo little tips on what to do/how you like to be fucked, Dia gets drunk on your moans and ends up fucking into you relentlessly. Once they’ve covered you in their cum, helped you clean up and made you comfortable on Lucifer’s massive bed, they agree to let you skip class for the next week. Only if you let them assist you again in the future💖

Beelzebub is the God of oral sex, yes Asmo is avatar of lust, but no man has a better appetite and tongue than our big boy. Beel is usually one of the first brothers you seek out for relief because the way he glides his tongue across your folds makes your brain shut off and he can do it for hours! You don’t even have to go looking for him, send him a text that you’re horny and the man is at your location in minutes, the scent you give off when aroused drives him crazy but the way you taste turns him into an animal. Poor baby tries to start off soft and slow so you can enjoy it fully, but between your cute little whimpers, the sweet taste of your slick, the soft tugs on his hair and the way you grind your hips against his face…he goes feral almost. The soft kitten licks turn into greedy and sloppy strokes, lapping up your juices, moaning and grunting against your sex. He does this all for you, wanting you to get off as many times as you can on his tongue before he slides his fat cock in you but sometimes he gets too worked up and cums in his pants before getting the chance.

Often times you have to make sure Beel is alone in his room before seeking him out because, as much as you love Belphie, it’s nice to have alone time with the sixth born. Today however you knew for a fact that Beel was in his room alone, just returning home from Fangol practice and most likely in the shower, you snuck into his room and waited on his bed. Immediately upon finding you, he knew what you needed and god did you need it now! Staring at Beelzebub in that small towel, water droplets still on his chest, hair still damp, you could feel your excitement growing and from the look on Beel’s face you knew he could sense your arousal. Pulling your pants off with one hand he wasted no time getting to work. You became lost in the way his tongue felt against your throbbing clit, tangling your fingers in his hair and clenching each time his moans vibrated against you. Loud and needy moans filled the room and covered the sound of the door opening and closing, not realizing there was another person until they were right next to the bed, you jump in embarrassment. Of all the people to find you like this, Barbatos was the last one you expected, and the look of delight on his face was a surprise as well. Too lost in the way Beel was messily eating you out to say anything, you watched Barbatos make his way onto the bed to sit himself behind you. Beel let out a deep, almost territorial, growl realizing someone was interrupting his meal but after seeing who it was he quickly returned to giving quick strokes to your soaked sex.

Barbatos positions himself behind you, discarding his clothes rather quickly and pulling you into his lap as gently as he can without disturbing Beel. A short whine escapes you, your face flushing still embarrassed for him to see you like this, but then he starts to run his hands up your sides and brushes his thumbs across your sensitive nipples and you can’t help but let out a lewd moan. Barbatos whispers gentle praise into your ear and leaves soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, savoring each moan you give in response to his touches, one hand pinches your nipple while the other trails down your stomach and rests just inches away from your clit but not daring to get in the sixth borns way. You cum for the second time and Beel pulls away from you, far too soon for your liking, looking at your blissed out face he chuckles and starts kissing your inner thighs, gently biting at the soft flesh. Barbatos takes the opportunity to adjust you on his lap and slide his cock deep inside you, the moans you release draw equally desperate moans from both demons. Barbatos guides your hips to move up and down on his cock, your hand reaching back to grab onto his hair, a sultry moan leaving him when you give a tug. Feeling himself approaching his climax, Barbatos pulls out and tries to calm his breathing, you clench around nothing and become frustrated at the sudden loss of stimulation. Beel stands from the ground finally and Barbatos moves you off his lap as if on signal, you notice the massive bulge under the towel and let out a whiny moan knowing damn well what’s about to happen.

Beel picks up your tiny form and presses your back against his chest. “Think you’re ready for me?” He practically growls in your ear, you shake your head a little too quickly in response. Beel presses your upper half down against the mattress—in between Barbatos’ legs— and positions your lower half just the way he wants it, he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes his thick tip in and then pulls out, both prepping you and teasing you for what’s to come. He eases his thick cock in all the way slowly, listening to your gasps and whimpers, watching the way you stretch around his girth. He starts at a slow even pace and you feel your brain shutting off even more, you feel Barbatos reach down and caress your face, your hand reaches over to start stroking his hard leaking cock before you adjust yourself to start licking and sucking on it. You bob your head up and down his length in time with Beel’s thrusts, eventually his thrusts become erratic and Barbatos takes over to fuck into your mouth, the room filled with moans from all three of you. Beel grips your hips tight and fucks into you like he always does right before he bottoms out, your stomach tightens and you know you’re close yourself, from the way Barbatos head is thrown back while he fucks your throat you’re sure he’s close as well. Not long after you feel him release his seed down your throat, you clench around Beel’s cock as you feel your own orgasm hit and Beel coats your insides before pulling out and coating your thighs as well.

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me lucifer smut #obey me diavolo smut #obey me barbatos smut #midnight thirsts #please Oji you killed me with this😵‍💫

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satansamwriting · 7 months

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could I request headcanons of Raiden getting flirted by M!Reader but reader is following Johnny's (horrible) advice because he doesn't know how to flirt?

HC Flirting With MK11 Raidens (M!reader)

Welcome back! I'm glad you decided to ask again and with another fun prompt too!! This made me laugh so much while writing. Hopefully, I did your prompt justice!

Warning: Cheesy pick up lines ahead, mentions of blood for the last part in Light Raiden story.

Disclaimer : English ain't my native language. Mistakes might be found in this. I apologize for them, I'm trying my best.

Enjoy!

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Dark Raiden

You’ve had a crush on the Thunder God for a while now but never acted up on it

The reason why? You’ve never been in a relationship.

You have no clue how to flirt.

One day as you sat next to Johnny in the meeting room, the superstar catches you staring at Raiden.

“You have a crush on Edge lord over there?”

Shushing Johnny, afraid the god could hear him, you’d confess to the man that yes you do have romantic feelings for Raiden.

Prepare yourself to have a class on how to flirt, courtesy of one Johnny Cage.

It’s filled with cheesy and sometimes cringy pick-up lines.

You are willing to try tho.

If the ex-narcissist Johnny managed to court the stoic Sonia with those, maybe it could work on an even more stoic God.

Boi, how wrong you were.

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Attempt number one :

Sitting inside the main tent at the special force camp, (Y/n) glanced toward Johnny. The tent was mostly empty, the soldiers having been dispatched early on, leaving him, Lord Raiden, Johnny and a few other soldiers inside. Following the superstar’s advice, (Y/n) approached the thunder god nervously.

“Is it hot in here or is it just you?”

A smack echoed in the background but the man ignored it. He was starting to regret this when Raiden turned in his direction, his face unreadable. Cold red eyes stared at (Y/n).The man swore he could hear crickets outside with how silent the room became.

Opening his mouth, Raiden was cut short when Sonia and Cassie entered the tent, stealing the attention of the god away from him. Thanking the Elder Gods, (Y/n) took the opportunity to retreat.

Attempt number two :

It took a lot more convincing on Johnny’s part for (Y/n) to stop avoiding the god. After the failed attempt, he wasn’t able to show his face in front of Raiden.

Taking a break from their sparring, Johnny clapped his shoulder.

“You know, you need to be more confident when you're flirting.”

Rolling his eyes, (Y/n) took a sip from his water bottle.

“Oh sure I’m sure it’s only my lack of confidence that’s in the way.” Observing the other soldiers training further away, (Y/n) wondered why of all people did he fall for the god. “I’m sure that if I go back to him and tell him ‘ Hey Lord Raiden, have you been sitting on a pile of sugar, because you have a pretty sweet ass’ with confidence the man will fall for me.” He said sarcastically.

At that moment, someone cleared their throat behind the two men. (Y/n) only needed to see the face Johnny made when he turned around to know who was standing behind them. Panic settled inside him. Every ounce of him wanted to run away, to go hide in shame somewhere else. Hoping for a miracle that the god wasn’t standing there the whole time, (Y/n) dared to look at him.

“I require the assistance of you two.” Raiden said sternly, his eyes fixed on (Y/n).

After a small debriefing, the two men were sent to retrieve something for the god. Did Raiden hear him say that stupid pick-up line, well (Y/n) would probably never know.

Attempt number three :

Night had fallen on the special force camp, basking its surroundings in the beautiful silverish light of the moon. After two failed attempts, one being involuntary, (Y/n) decided to stop listening to Johnny. At this point, he was sure he made a fool of himself in front of the god. Heck, it seemed like the whole settlement was made aware of his feelings for Raiden as he now fell victim to the enceasent teasing of Cassie and Jackie.

Sitting just outside the camp, (Y/n) looked over some documents General Blade had sent him. Unaware of the approaching god, he startled slightly when Raiden spoke.

“(Y/n).”

Sighing, the man turned toward the god. Exhaustion was clawing its way through him, spending the week going on mission after mission would do that to someone. Truth to be told, he only accepted the mission in order to avoid, once again, the god of thunder. Now, he kind of regretted it.

“Lord Raiden, is there something I could do for you?”

“ May I join you?”

Perplexed, (Y/n) glanced toward the rock he was sitting on. The rock was big enough to hold two people but that wasn’t the reason why he was confused. Did the god really ask permission to sit with him? Unsure what to answer and frankly too tired to feel ashamed or shy, he nodded. It was difficult for him to focus back on the documents in his hand. Heart beating fast, he was almost certain Raiden could hear it. However, the god remained silent. Minutes passed by in silence until finally the god spoke.

“If being beautiful was a crime, you’d surely be guilty as charged.”

Mind blank, (Y/n) tried to process what the man had just said. Bursting out laughing, he tried desperately to regain his composure.

“Does this truly work on earthrealmer?”

Shaking his head, (Y/n) put down the documents beside him. His sides were hurting from laughing too much. Mind you, he wasn’t laughing at Raiden, but at how unexpected the situation he was in was.

“Can’t say, you are the first person I’ve tried to flirt with.”

Realising that he’d just confessed to the god his attempt to flirt with him, (Y/n) scratched the back of his neck nervously. To the netherrealm with all this, Johnny told him he needed to be more confident if he wanted this to work. Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) glanced at Raiden’s hand before looking into the man’s eyes.

“Hey, your hands looks heavy, would you like me to hold them for you?”

He tried his best not to wince at how cringy this was. Raiden remained silent for a few seconds before slowly extending one of his hands toward him. Well, even if the advice Johnny gave him were bad ones, it seemed it worked in the end. Hands intertwined, (Y/n) and Raiden spent the rest of the night stargazing.

Light Raiden

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Same as dark Raiden, you’ve been harbouring feelings for this god for a while.

The slight difference from his dark version is that he’s more approachable.

Taking refuge in the Fire Garden with everyone else, you end up spending more time with Raiden than usual.

Young Johnny catches your hidden crush on the god.

How he managed to figure it out is a mystery.

But the superstar offer his help

You are sceptical at first, but seeing as you’ve had zero experience in love, even more so in flirting, you reluctantly accept.

You instantly regret it.

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Attempt number one :

This is, from the start, a disaster. Calmly enjoying the beauty offered by the Fire Garden, (Y/n) and younger Johnny were having a conversation about movies when out came Raiden, followed by Liu Kang and Kung Lao. Spotting the god, Johnny forced him up and pushed him slightly toward the thunder god. The movement attracted said man’s attention and (Y/n) found himself standing in front of Raiden. Like a deer caught in headlights, the man blurbed out the first thing that came to mind.

“Are you made of lightning? Cuz you’re shockingly beautiful.”

(Y/n) wanted to disappear and never come back. No one said anything for a while, probably too stunned by the situation. Behind Raiden, Kung Lao clapped a hand on his mouth, trying desperately not to laugh at the poor attempt. Thankfully, everyone was saved from further embarrassment when Grand Master Hasashi rounded the corner asking for Raiden. Excusing himself, the god followed Hanzo, leaving the other four men behind.

“That was…something” Liu Kang teased, tapping his shoulder in a comforting way.

“Shut up.”

Finally unable to restrain himself, Kung Lao burst out laughing.

Attempt number two :

Days later, (Y/n) found himself training with Grand Master Liang. Everything was going well until the thunder god decided to come and observe the fight between the two. The moment his eyes landed on the god, (Y/n) was reminded of the stupid thing he'd done. His attention elsewhere, he completely missed the block of ice flying toward him.

Wincing as he opened his eyes, (Y/n) was confused for a second before remembering where he was. Cold hand helped him to sit upright.

" Are you well (Y/n)"

Came the voice that definitely did not belong to Master Liang. Vision, still a bit fuzzy, (Y/n) turned toward the voice only to realise who it was.

" Yeah, guess I just got stunned by your beauty."

He swore he could feel Johnny Cage give him thumbs up from miles away. However, (Y/n) wasn't proud of himself for that one. In fact, both of his attempts were catastrophic. Both ended up embarrassing him more than anything. If the lack of reaction from the god wasn't a dead giveaway already.

Once again it seemed like the Elders Gods took pity on him. Before any words could leave Raiden's mouth, Sonia appeared out of nowhere demanding help from the god. For a brief moment, Raiden looked torned between following the general or voicing his thoughts to (Y/n). When the woman pressed on, the god gave in and left.

" So…Raiden huh?"

Completely forgetting that he wasn't alone, (Y/n) groaned. Not only were Liu Kang and Kung Lao made aware of his crush on the god because of his stupid mouth, now Kuai Liang was thrown into the mix.

“If I could give a piece of advice-“ Frozen hand landed upon his shoulder, the chilly touch sending shivers down his spine.

Kuai Liang glanced up at the sounds of someone approaching.Pink leaves fell from nearby trees brushed away by the gentle breeze. Master Hasashi quirked his eyebrow as he halted near the cryomancer. Head titled slightly, he wondered what could have possibly happened for (Y/n) to be in such a position. Kuai Liang smiled at the pyromance, his eyes never leaving the other man as he spoke.

"- don't follow Johnny's advice. Sometimes, being forward is the best solution."

" How did you know Johnny gave me advice?" (Y/n) asked, glancing between the two grand master with a knowing smirk.

A rare chuckle left the cryomancer's mouth. Under the warm sunlight, his eyes seemed to crackle. Even the pyromancer attitude seemed relaxed.

"Who else can come up with bad pick up lines if not him?"

Attempt number three :

Wooden planks creaked in protest under the weight of uncertain feet.Through ragged breath, (Y/n) weakly staggered his way around the fire garden. A trail of blood followed the wounded man behind.Disoriented, he stopped and leaned against the paper walls in hopes to regain the last remaining strength in his body. Unfocused eyes surveyed the surroundings to no avail. His vision, a blurry mess of colours. He had to keep moving, just a little further. The words were chanted like a mantra in his head as he forced himself off the wall.

(Y/n) buckled under his own weight, unable to even make a step forward.Back pressed against the wall, he fought his hardest against the drowsiness settling. Despite the warm weather of the sunlit afternoon, (Y/n) shivered. His clothes were soaked in blood just like the hand pressed against the wound in a meagre attempt to keep himself alive.

Early in the day, those who were still present in the new found refuge were given missions said to be crucial to defeat the titan of time. His mission had only required one person as it was supposed to be quick and easy. To his own bad luck everything had turned south the moment he'd arrived on location. Sustaining major injuries, the man had pushed through the pain nonetheless to complete what he was there for. A part of him regretted not putting his own safety first.

"By the Elder God!"

Rushed footsteps jolted the wounded man awake. A large hand covered the wound on his side applying pressure to it. Wasn't he doing just that moment ago? Struggling to raise his hand, (Y/n) guessed he must have stopped the moment he had lost consciousness. Another hand gently cuddle the side of his face.

A warm sensation spread around the wound, batting away the sharp pain. Electric blue eyes studied him, searching for other injuries. Beside bruises and scratches, he had none as life threatening as the one Raiden was desperately trying to heal.

Coming back from their own mission, the god of thunder had not been expecting such a worrisome sight. Upon seeing blood stains on the walls and floor, Liu Kang and Kung Lao hurried toward the infirmary while Raiden followed the trail.

For a moment, Raiden focused on the shallow breath, watching the slow rise and fall of (Y/n) chest to calm his racing nerves. When shallow turned even, the god let a relieved sigh escape his lips.

“Raiden?’’

Peering at the man before him, (Y/n) focused his attention on the god. Black spots danced across his eyes, threatening to pull him back into unconsciousness. He placed an unsteady hand on top of the one putting pressure on his wound. Raiden seeing as (Y/n) was on the edge of unconsciousness, spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

“I was told Earthrealmer had a particular way of courting someone”

Rubbing his thumb over Raiden’s hand, (Y/n) hummed. Of all the things he expected the god to say, that wasn't on the list.Feeling his strength coming back, he made himself comfortable against the wall.

“Johnny’s awful advice are not what I would call courting.”

Raiden had yet to remove his hand away from (Y/n) side. The wound had been fully healed some time ago, however, the god found he enjoyed the contact.

“I was also subject to Johnny's questionable advice.” Raiden's voice seemed unsure which picked (Y/n) foggy mind’s curiosity.

“He suggested that I ask you if you were truly an earthrealmer.”

A smile grew on (Y/n) exhausted face which Raiden answered with one of his own. Squeezing the hand at his waist, (Y/n) encouraged the god to continue.

“And that I should answered with ‘because you are out of this world’ after

Someone groaned loudly beside them. Coming back from the infirmary with bandages, Liu Kang and Kung Lao stared at them bemused. Chuckling, (Y/n) winced from the mouvement. His injury still hurting.

Raiden helped him stand, some times later, his arm securely wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist while the other hold on the arm around his neck. Even in this new position, the god's hand had remained on his side. It was a tremendous task to move the wounded man to his own chamber. As the group walked passed the main entrance, (Y/n) glimpsed at young Johnny, who appeared to have just come back from his own mission.

“No one tells young Johnny his shitty pick up line ended up working, understood?” (Y/n) said jokingly, glaring at the two shaolin monks. Eight pairs of eyes fixed the unknowing young superstar.

“That man doesn’t need a bigger ego." Kung Lao replied before the group continued on their way.

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unicyclehippo · 8 months

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Ameliorate?

her third meeting with imogen took place on the third, which launda appreciated very much. she admired the day calendar propped up on her desk—the big 3 stamped in black, and coffee - doctor temult looped excitedly across most of the page. beneath it, much smaller, was delivery GE74-226 in her assistant’s cramped and slanted lettering.

‘right, we’ve got a shit tonne of work to do today so whether the fuck is going on between you two, you can’t be an hour late again,’ ashton said, shouldering in through the closed door.

‘mister greymoore! what have i said about knocking?’

ashton dragged a curious eye over her office. ‘there’s no one here.’

‘it’s about etiquette! i could have been - oh, i don’t know - on the phone. or taking a private meeting.’

‘you weren’t.’

‘but i could have been,’ she insisted.

ashton sighed. ‘you want me to go back and knock, don’t you?’

laudna smiled brightly at the suggestion and nodded. ‘please. practice makes perfect!’

ashton sighed again, louder. he stomped out of the office and closed the door. laudna waited. and waited. she waited long enough that it occurred to her ashton had decided it wasn’t worth it and had simply left, which is when they knocked.

‘come in!’ she trilled. ‘good morning, mister greymoore!’

ashton rolled his eye mightily. ‘morning, doctor bradbury. can i run through your schedule now, or do i have to curtesy too?’

‘i’m not a monarch, mister greymoore, the knocking was perfectly adequate. and very well done. go ahead!’

he shook his head. ‘right. so, spanner in my perfect schedule for you, treshi called this morning. set up a compulsory wank session for all of staff, two to three.’

‘um.’

‘by wank,’ they elaborated, ‘i mean it’s gonna be bullshit. he’ll say how good he is and everyone’s gonna agree even if they don’t think it’s true.’

‘ah.’ laudna relaxed. ‘yes, of course, you mean it as a manner of self-gratification on his behalf. non-literal wank. how funny! though you must never,’ she said gravely, ‘say it again. it’s terribly inappropriate for work.’

laughter lit up ashton’s eye, green shining prettily. a big grin split his face in two. ‘sure, doc. i’ll remember that.’

‘like you remember to knock, i’m sure.’ ashton laughed at that, too, and laudna beamed down at her papers.

she wasn’t—had never been—particularly good with people. when ashton had been assigned to her, her first ever student, she had been sure that it would go terribly. and it had, for the first week. she had been controlling and stern and brittle. they had been brash and argumentative and, one might say, extremely anti-authoritarian. the second week had been not much better; after her poor behaviour, she had withdrawn, going to such agonising lengths to be direct and complete and courteous that it was better for them both if she simply never spoke at all. it was ashton, braver and better than she by far, who made the effort to try again, and so they had reached a tentative understanding and remained there for several weeks. right up until the hishari mask was delivered into her hands. that was when everything changed. not just between them but for the museum, for laudna. in the upheaval that followed—the recreation, the reveal, her lecture and curated exhibit of the hishari culture, her denouncement of hytroga’s timeline, her rising “stardom” and increasing public appearances—ashton had made themself indispensable. during the preparations, he had been knowledgeable and careful and, in those private moments when he thought no one present enough to notice, downright reverent. he loved their work, and if that had been the only thing laudna liked about him, that would have been more than enough. as it turned out, ashton was wonderful and she had the honour of front row seats, as they say, to witnessing ashton grow into a fine young man. as everything changed, ashton remained steady as a rock. grew with each challenge thrown their way into a veritable pillar. figuratively and literally—laudna had overheard teatime gossip amongst her colleagues that insisted ashton had become a “handsome guy”, “a hunk”, and “a juicy, prime slab of beef”, which was one of ashton’s favourite.

now, the proof of that was the pop of stitches in the shoulders of their coat as ashton dropped carelessly into the chair in front of laudna’s desk. the sound made her wince and she began to rifle through her drawer.

‘okay, so, schedule.’ he pulled it up on his tablet, squinting at it. ‘while you were off with seshadri—‘

‘she has a title, mister greymoore.’

‘—like i said, treshi called about the meeting thing. everyone important’s gonna be there—never been so fucking thankful to be a nobody in my life. right. first you’ve got a call with that, uh, religious nut over in tal’dorei, that’s at nine-thirty.’

‘mhm,’ laudna said, reprovingly, instead of repeating herself. mostly because although she knew miss pike trickfoot had a title, she couldn’t quite recall what it was. her eminence, perhaps? laudna scowled thoughtfully down at the contents of the drawer. where on earth was her sewing kit?

‘then quarter past ten you’ve got the delivery. the movers are taking it straight to storage, it’s gotta go through stasis before you can look at it but i blocked it out because i figure you’ll wanna oversee it anyway. twelve, you’ve got your coffee date,’ he said with an odd inflection, ‘two to three is treshi’s stupid meeting. don’t be late. lab time four to eight, and at five vudol requested your “expert insight” on that duskmaven statue—‘

‘why the air quotes?’

‘because,’ he said, patiently amused, ‘vudol doesn’t care what you say about the statue.’

laudna frowned at him. ‘i am the foremost expert on pre-reiloran marquet.’

‘yeah, sure. that’s not why they want to see you.’

‘then…why?’

‘because vudol thinks you’re hot.’

‘oh. really? hm.’ she pushed the drawer shut, drummed her fingers against it. her nails clacked against the glossy wood, the iron handle. ‘is that why they need so much help with their eighth century marquesian translations?’ ashton nodded, smirking. ‘i’m actually rather relieved to hear that, i thought somehow mistress seshadri had hired an idiot. um. would you send them one of your impolite emails telling them i can’t make it?’

‘honestly it’d be a fucking joy. how impolite?’ she see-sawed her hand. ‘got it. guess that means you’re not into vudol, then,’ ashton said, more statement than question. ‘makes sense. not really your type.’

‘i don’t—you always manage to turn work conversations into something else, mister greymoore—‘

‘it’s a gift,’ they shrugged.

‘it really is. you’re a very gifted conversationalist—‘

‘i’m really not, you’re just worse.’

‘—and a good friend.’ he looked away at that, scratched at the dry skin over his eyepatch. he did not, she noted happily, deny that he was her friend. ‘which is why i shall indulge—just this once!—in your inappropriate tangents and say that i don’t really have a type.’

discomfort forgotten, ashton turned back to face her so quickly she heard their neck crack.

‘you’re joking,’ he said, tone flat.

‘no?’

his mouth worked for a moment but he didn’t say anything, only stared at her wide-eyed. then he turned that stare on the little marquesian horse statue that sat pride of place on her desk. looking abruptly exhausted, he ran a big hand over his face, rubbed his right eye.

‘you’re not joking. oh my god.’ he huffed a laugh. ‘yknow, for someone so observant, you’re not very smart.’

an odd tangent, and slightly hurtful, but laudna couldn’t say he wasn’t right. she said as much, fiddling with the frilled cuff of her sleeves, and added, ‘i enjoyed book learning very much but my school life was interrupted often and troubled. in the end, my grades weren’t quite what i hoped they would be.’ a fond smile touched her lips and she said, lifting her chin proudly, ‘i did find my way here, in the end.’

ashton smiled. there was a strange expression on their face that she couldn’t place. ‘yeah. you did. some things take a little time, i guess.’

‘all the best things in life. now that’s a very good piece of advice, and a good quote. i wonder who said it first? regardless, tell that advisor of yours that i’m doing a good job, won’t you?’ ashton grumbled an agreement and stood. ‘ah - before you leave - your coat, mister greymoore.’

‘it’s fine.’

‘nonsense. i won’t have my post-grad wandering the halls looking like some dickensian urchin. coat, please.’ she stood, walked around the desk, and held out her hand for it, waiting patiently as he wrestled with his pride.

finally, he gave in, as he had every time she did this for him. hemming the ankles of his too-long slacks, taking in the neat button-ups. she had even mended the elbows of this same coat when he first came in wearing it, taking the tattered threads and returning it with fun elbow patches. it was about that time that he realised laudna enjoyed it and stopped fighting her so much; looking back, it likely helped that she had told him she enjoyed it. costuming had been her entry into history, after all, and she so rarely had time to indulge now.

ashton yanked his coat off and passed it over.

‘i think you’ll need a little more space in the shoulders,’ she mused, touching her thumb to the strained fabric.

‘don’t waste your time.’

‘now ashton, what did i just say? all the best things take a little time.’

did he understand what she was saying? that she regarded them, ashton, as someone quite wonderful and deserving of her time? he didn’t acknowledge it, storming out of her office with a rough grunt and a wave. it was fine. if he didn’t understand, she would simply write it effusively into his letter of recommendation when the time came.

#prompt fill #tagging my stories #I didn’t use the word but i meant to i just only wrote a quarter of the scene in my mind & ran out of time #this is for my modern au museum au i love it!!!!#laudna my beloved #imodna #only hinted at here but eventually it is #n I love laudna n ashton friendship it’s so good

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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 1 year

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“Yes you. Come here. Are you a faggot? Don’t pretend to look shocked. You’ve been following me and my best bud around this street fair all night. It’s pretty bad when even he notices it; he’s so blind to all this shit. He’s so straight, but I encounter it all the time. Being six foot four, blonde, blue eyed, built, and packing nearly nine inches, I get fag eyes on me all the time. And I know you seen my dick, after you followed me into that public toilet. I’m looking for an ass to fuck, so let me ask you again, are you a faggot?...

“I didn’t want to know if you are gay. I don’t want a gay boy. I want a faggot. I want two holes that want to service me and my cock. One that craves to be humiliated and degraded, and one that views the men it serves as naturally superior, which I am. One that knows it will probably get roughed up, and it considers it worth it in order to get the man’s load in its cunt. A faggot prefers the pronoun ‘it’, because it knows it’s not a real man, and it knows that it is viewed as an object for the man’s enjoyment.

“I would ask if what I describe is you, but the tent—the rather small tent at that—in your sweatpants tells me everything. Let’s go. My motel is around the corner.

“My bud is going to be watching. He’s known about my roughing up faggots for years. This is the first time he’s shown any interest in watching. I keep telling him to get a faggot like you on the side. I doubt that he’ll join in. But I think with us being out of state, our girlfriends are a thousand miles away. So, he may be open to try new things.

“You drink piss? Good. I would have dumped you here if you hadn’t. I have to take a wicked piss. You cleaned out? Normally I wouldn’t care, my cock would go in your mouth for cleaning in any condition. But I don’t want to freak him out.

“Unless I tell you otherwise, your focus is solely on me. When we get inside strip and get on your knees and kiss my feet…. You’ve done this before, right?... Figured. Look at me…. That’s to keep you focused. I love face slapping faggots. And thank me for everyone I give tonight.

“Here we are, room nine. Get in there.

“Hey I told you that I would get this fag back here in less than ten minutes. They are so fucking easy to pick up…. It’s so hungry, it’s already stripping. No flowers, no wine, no expensive dinner, no forced complements, and no goddammed snuggles while having a leaking boner in hopes that you get some pussy later. Hell, we haven’t even exchanged names. It knows to answer to ‘Faggot’ or ‘Cunt,’ and it will address us as ‘Sir.’ The faggot knows it is here solely for cock. Its will never deny access to its cunt.

“Hand me that empty Big Gulp cup. I have to take a wicked piss.

“Faggot hold the cup under my dickhead. I want him to see the piss filling it up. Don’t worry, you’ll be drinking it soon. Oh man, did I need this. He’s seen enough. Take my cock in your mouth and drink the rest of it from the tap. Fag, like that. I got me a good piss drinker. Put the cup on the floor. When I tell you to pull off, I want you to drink the rest in the cup.

“See how easy it is? Blowjobs are nothing to get. You know how you were complaining about Lisa only sucking on your dickhead if and when she ever decides to grant you one. Fags like this one love it. They will take it down the throat. If they struggle, you just jam it down their throat.

“Toilet fag, pull off. Drink the rest from the cup. Chug it down. There you go! Now get me hard.

“Hey, I see you rubbing your bulge. Go ahead and take it out. I’ve seen your dick before. No one will know. Fag boy here won’t tell. Go on…. There you go. And if you want to use the faggot’s holes just let me know. Hell, just shove it in. It’s not like it has a say.

“If it balks, make it regret it. Beat it. That’s what it deserves. I’ve beat faggots. Usually it’s my belt. Sometimes my bare hand. Like this….

“Pull off Fag….

“Like that…. And it even thanked me for the face slap. It craves this type of treatment.

“Faggot, get up and turn around. I want that a piece of that cunt.

I normally will lock up the fag’s pecker in one of these pecker cages. It’s this device that I saw in this dominatrix film, that goes around the pecker so the fag can’t jack off or fuck anything. So if you are worried about the fag poking you, it can’t. Hell, if we were back home, this faggot’s pecker would be tightly locked inside one of those things. And I would leave it on as I kicked it out. I mean, I’d do it if I wanted it to come back to take care of my needs. They can’t even jack off until I unlock it on a later visit. Best part? It always comes back extra horny, extra willing to do what I want. Oh man, its cunt is so silky smooth. You really need to tap this.

“Fag, grab one of his boots from the floor. Start licking it. Show him how willing you are. There you go. Now sniff inside. That’s smell is the smell of a hard-working man. Now turn it over. Lick it’s sole. He walks in the dirt. He steps in shit. Show him that you are willing to degrade yourself to the point of licking the shit off his boot.

“Faggots don’t care what it licks for you. It does what it’s told. You ever have a girl lick your shithole? Faggots will. This cunt will. It will do it for hours. And they will not only lick the outside, but they will stick their tongue in deep. It won’t care about cleanliness either.

“If it does, just sit on its face. Or, get a rimseat and chain it underneath. I heard about this guy in the mountains that will make a rimchair to your specifications. If I had the space, I would get me one. Nothing like sitting comfortably in a chair with a fag underneath tongue fucking me for hours. I did that once when I was in Germany on business. That’s what made me seek out fags in the first place.

“Damn, that fag is really cleaning your boots’ soles. Want it to lick your feet?... Wait.

“Move back Fag, he wants out of the bed.

“Damn! That slap was harder than any I have ever given! You knocked it off my cock. Look at it! You nearly made it pass out. It’s seeing stars…. Fuck yeah! Use its hair as a handle. Skull fuck it. It’s your cock, you control the blowjob.

“I’m so close. I got to get back in its cunt. Oh fuck. I told you that you would enjoy this. I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuck! God damned!

“Fuck. You take your time. We have nothing else to do tonight. You enjoy yourself,… at its expense.

“I’m going to head back out to the street fair. Have fun. Seriously. When you are done, just show it the door…. Or, if you want… I was just thinking, we are here for the weekend. We have the game on Sunday, other than that we don’t leave back home until Monday. If you want to keep it around to use all weekend, I’d love that. And during our time at the game, we just tie it up and leave it here.

“Text me when you are done either way. I knew you would enjoy this.”

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knowltonsrangers · 7 months

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theoretically

TURN!Benjamin Tallmadge x F!reader

check out part one here!

[a/n: got a lot of love on this ask, and I really enjoyed writing a part 2! swearing & minor mentions of death ahead.]

“Ben—Major!”

You hiss, hiking up your skirt as you follow him outside the tent, a handful of steps behind him as he moves through the camp.

“Must you, y/n? It is something that is not up for debate.”

You nearly fall in the mud as the two of you approach a brick house at the head of the camp, men similarly dressed to the patriot in question stationed out front.

Annoyed, Ben sighs, stopping in his tracks to allow you to catch up to his pace.

“I told you, once you were to be questioned, the General wanted to see you.”

“You didn’t tell me that the general was George Washington!”

You watch with mild amusement as Ben’s eyebrows raise, watching the gears turn in his brain, realizing he’s never told you the General’s full name.

“So you must know something—“

“‘Cause he’s the first…fuck, I don’t think I can say that.”

“Manners, please.”

“You’re one to talk,”

You offer the best glower you can, reminding him of just how rudely he treated you when you both crossed paths for the first time.

“Just…y/n, in front of the General, please.”

You drop your scowl and your skirt, letting it graze the ground as Ben extends his hand, helping you up the steps.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, subconsciously missing his touch once he reaches past you to open the door. The soldiers at the entrance nod expectantly at the major, and you can’t help but wonder how much trouble you were about to get into.

How did you end up in this room? Pleading with the ghost of the first president of the United States to not execute you because you really just are a stupid idiot that somehow ended up in a revolutionary war encampment?

The man himself, just as intimidating as the books say he is, tall enough to make your neck hurt, yet his features remain soft as if he isn’t quite sure what he’s looking at.

You wish you could think the same.

“This is the woman you found in the woods?”

“Yes, but not the clothes I found her in. I did not want to raise suspicions.”

Ben gravels, standing directly behind you, successfully blocking your only exit, as if he intentionally did so.

“What is your goal for entering the camp?”

Washington asks, and you’re hyper aware he’s speaking to you, so the best you can do is begin to warble out a bunch of nonsense.

“General, sir—I would just like to go home, and I know that this sounds insane, but you must believe me—“

“y/n.”

Ben takes his turn to hiss your name, seemingly appalled at your inability to form a coherent sentence, when the man in front of you sighs, sitting at his desk that was littered with documents and maps.

“Tallmadge, she seems rather frightened.”

“I can assure you, that was not by my doing.”

“You suspect she is a spy?”

“Spy, I…I do not think so. Confused, surely.”

Your gaze flits back and forth between the two, palms clammy as you run them down the front of your dress.

“If I was a spy, I’d be a shite one.”

You mumble, not intending for the two men to hear you.

“That was a joke, oh my god—“

“y/n, was it?”

“Yes, sorry, yes.”

“Your accent and your mannerisms are not something I am familiar with. I am inclined to agree with the major, you are seemingly unwell to me.”

“If you think I’m sick, that’s totally fine, just please don’t kill me.”

Your hands clasp, ready to get on your knees and beg for it, when the general laughs, standing from his chair and crossing the room.

“The thought never crossed my mind. Tallmagde brought me up to speed, he seemingly is on your side, miss,”

Turning over your shoulder, you are horrified to find that Ben is smirking to himself, so you so kindly flip him the bird behind your back, away from the general.

You hope the context is all the same.

“I beg your pardon, but then what was the point of all this?”

You suddenly realize your brashness.

“Sorry. Sir.”

“I would like to hear more of your story, because though it sounds fabricated, I have no reason to suspect you of anything. Yet.”

“Fair enough.”

You shrug, watching as Ben takes a step forward and addresses the general.

“She has pleaded with me that she has transported in time, and though it may account for her strange actions, I do not believe it,”

“Run her name through the camp. See if it rings any bells.”

Your mouth opens, and your raise a finger, ready to interject, when Washington calls another name you recognize.

“Hamilton will see you out. Tallmagde and I have some things to discuss.”

“But, I—“

The door opens fully, and by the time you go to turn, a hand lands softly on the crook of your arm.

“Best we get going, miss.”

“Oh, for fucks sake—“

Yet another officer in a blue coat, a fiery redhead that all but yanked you from the room.

#sul writes #turn amc #amc turn #turn benjamin tallmadge #benjamin tallmadge imagine #benjamin tallmadge x reader #benjamin tallmadge headcanons #benjamin tallmadge #turn washington's spies #turn: washington's spies #turn washingtons spies

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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 ( 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 )

[ 𝐩.𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 ]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩!! 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 ,𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

( i mean, just one chance, that's all i want, one chance 😭 )

One hour became two, two became three and before Amaia could truly comprehend, she'd been sitting at the bar for the past five hours awaiting for her father to show up as apparently he wanted to see her, it had been uncharacteristic of him as throughout her twenty six year life span - the only times she had ever seen him were during the holidays and joint family events where the most they had ever exchanged were surface level greetings that gave her a clear indication that the pair were never going to have a normal and healthy father daughter relationship.

She had downed about four wine glasses due to the frustration which lead her to now request a whiskey glass, the request capturing the attention of one of the patrons who asked, in a smooth and gentle voice, " Are you ok querida? "

She looks up with a raised brow, " Pardon me? "

" You look distraught, with a lot on your mind " He states, taking a sip of his whiskey glass.

" That obvious, huh? " She chuckles softly.

He smiles then gestures to her, " you're not exactly keeping it hidden querida "

She chuckles once more, downing a significant gulp of her whiskey glass. " Well I am distraught, but my only issue is that I keep believing the person that is the reason for my distraught state "

" And who is that idiot? " He wonders.

She laughs then responded, " My father "

His brows shot up, " Oh my ...? "

She nods with a sympathetic smile, " Not who you expect to meet on such a night huh, a young girl with Daddy issues "

" Not my first time, querida and it won't be my last but I can offer you an ear if you wish to vent " He states with a soft tone.

She raised a brow, " And where do you think this will lead? "

" Just an innocent suggestion querida " He raises his hands with an innocent smile.

She gnawed on her lips, taking in a brief moment to look at him, the dim lighting of the bar offered her only an outline of his features which seemed chiseled, almost sculpted by Greek gods, and it wasn't until he stood up and walked over to her that she realized who it was that she'd just had a brief exchange with, Xabier Alonso ... she just had a conversation with her favorite author, the reason she is even pursuing a masters degree in literature.

She offers a tentative smile as he sits down next to her then asks curiously, " Do you do this to all the women you meet? "

He laughs, " No, because I don't normally find distraught beautiful women on a night like this, well ... " he shrugs then adds on, " Up until now "

" I see " She murmurs softly, downing a small sip of her drink before she turns to him. " Were you also here to meet someone? "

" Yes " He nods, " And like you, they canceled on me "

" A woman? " She asks with a teasing smile.

He chuckles, " My brother, he had a family emergency so I figured why not make use of my night and destress before the weeks ahead "

" Ah, writing a new book then? " She asks, concealing her smile under the whiskey glass.

A wide smile breaks across his lips, " So you know who I am? "

" I just figured it out now " She shrugs, " It's ironic, that on the day my father cancels on me, I meet one of my favorite authors "

He smirks, " Perhaps it was fate that sent me to you "

" Oh my, talking as if this is a plot of novel or something " She giggles.

The sound shoots straight to his heart, causing it to further hold onto the belief he had from the moment he laid his eyes on her, " Perhaps it is querida, the world works in ways beyond our comprehension "

" Only you would believe that, I personally believe that I have a set goal to achieve, or at least that's what my father raised me to believe in " She smiles.

He nods in understanding, as he too had been raised by a father that held quite the iron first over him resulting in him living quite the organized life, that is until he had seen her. " You'll surely achieve it querida, you seem like a lovely girl " he states with an earnest tone, smiling when her cheeks reddened almost instantly. " I mean it "

" Well thank you " She states before adding on, " I'm Amaia, Amaia Santoro "

He shakes her outstretched her hand, " Nice to meet you Amaia, Xabier Alonso "

" Nice to meet you as well " She said with a smile.

He gives her a once over, which admittedly sent a surge of warmth inside of her, " Do you have any plans tomorrow Amaia? "

She shakes her wordlessly.

" Use your words querida " He said with a deep authoritative tone.

" No sir " She responds with a soft voice.

He hums in satisfaction, a wide smile itched across his lips. " My house is two streets down, if you wish to further expand on this encounter "

A surge of excitement coupled with nervousness bubbles at the pit of her abdomen, on one hand, going home with him would make for an interesting muse to write on, and on the other, this was a famous author, who could have any beautiful woman in the palm of his hand, so why was he offering her this opportunity? she exhales a soft breath that was nearly cut off upon him leaning to whisper right in her ear, " Don't let life and stress hold you down querida "

She offers a tentative smile, " Ok " she whispers.

He mirrors her smile, " Perfect "

The drive back to his home was silent for the most part, that is until he placed his free hand over her bare thigh which incited a soft gasp from her lips coupled with a surge of electricity that shot straight to her clothed pussy causing it to clench around nothing, she looks at him and he offers her a gentle smile, seemingly basking in the way her body instantly reacted to his touch.

Forty five minutes later, they park in front of a lavish building, he steps out of the car first then walks over to her door to open it - he helped her out of the car, a charming smile across his lips, he interlocks their hands before leading her inside the reception lounge onto towards the elevator, and despite the small sound in the back of her mind alerting her that what she was about to commit was a mistake, yet the alcohol coursing through her veins coupled with the frustration she had over her father disappointing her once again had lead her to throw inhibition out the window.

He pressed the top button, the doors closing almost instantly and he turns around cornering her against the mirrored wall - slamming his lips over hers, one hand resting on her jaw, while the other grips her waist in an intensity that almost felt possessive, the kiss was searingly passionate, emitting emotions that she had never experienced before inciting a whimper from her that he happily swallowed into his lips whilst their tongue collided with one another.

He pulls back to catch his breath, then rests his forehead over hers, taking in deep breaths. " I know this may sound abrupt, but I have been waiting to do that since you walked into the bar " he whispers before smiling. " I guess I can thank your dad for not coming tonight, querida "

She blinks twice before resting her hand over the back of his neck and whispers, " We do this " she breathes out, her chest rising and falling at a leisure pace, " And never see each other again "

His eyes bore into hers, an unreadable emotion flickering between them, I don't think I can stop seeing you querida, he wanted to say yet opted to chuckle, " Whatever you say " he smirks before pressing his lips back onto hers one last time just as the doors opened, he then leads her along a lavish hallway all the way to the front door of his penthouse, he unlocks the front door and leads her in, closing the door behind them.

She looks around the moderately decorated penthouse, full of art collectables and books that spoke exactly of the kind of the person that he is, she was then tugged back into his arms, their lips immediately back onto one another, a mixture of ponderous breaths, groans and moans from either of them, he helps lead her towards his master bedroom, pulling away then walking her all the way to the full length mirror, which caused her brows to knit as to what his intention was.

" I want you to take a good look at yourself querida, to see what I saw when you walked in the bar, a beautiful woman who's definitely gifted enough to succeed wherever she chooses to lead her life " He whispers in her ear, standing behind her with one arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her back to him while his lips pepper soft featherlight kisses across her bare shoulder, causing a soft whine to erupt from her lips. " So beautiful " he murmurs against her skin.

His free hand reaches over to leisurely pull the zipper of her dress down until the material loosened, he gently pushes it down until it pooled around her legs, revealing the scandalous crimson colored lingerie she wore that incited a growl from him, " You are perfect querida " he whispers, attacking her neck with gentle kisses and bites. " The most perfect woman "

She had surrendered herself entirely, her body enveloped by the euphoric pleasure he was eliciting from her - he turns her around, cradling her face in his hands, one hand rests over the back of her neck, while the other grips her waist just before trailing down to squeeze her ass inciting yet another moan from her lips which shifted into a borderline whimper as he trailed his lips across the curvature of her neck, " Such a good girl querida " he cooed against her skin, reaching behind to swiftly unhook her bra, removing the material and discarding it to the side before he pushes her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress while he attached his lips around her nipple, his free hand squeezing and twirling the other between his fingers.

" Oh " She gasps, arching her back slightly while he continued his leisure and calculated ministrations, suddenly - his free hand slithers down, pushing her panties to the side to trail a singular digit over her slick pussy. " Fuck "

" So wet " He moans, swirling his tongue around the soft bud. " So warm, so inviting, it's begging for me querida isn't it? "

" Please " She whines, her lips found themselves occupied by his.

" Use your words querida, tell me what you want " He whispers pecking her lips.

" Touch me, please " She breathes out, gasping when his thumb gently rubbed her clit. " Please " her eyes flutter shut.

" I'm not sure if you really want it " He taunts, pecking her cheek before whispering in her ear. " Want you to beg harder for it querida "

" Oh Fuck " She whines, her back arching off the mattress. " Please, please, please touch me "

He smirks, " Good girl " he plunged one singular digit in, inciting a cry from her, and in turn a groan from him. " Fuck, querida you're so warm and slick "

Her arms wrap around his shoulders, while he leisurely pumped his digit in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit. " It feels so good " she sighs.

" Yeah? " he cooed, whispering in her ear. " Wait until I plunge my cock deep inside you, you won't think about anything else other than me "

She clings onto him, whimpering the moment he added another digit which further spurred a more intense wave of pleasure to envelop her completely, " Fuck " she sighs, her eyes brimming with tears, " I think I'm going to cum "

" Wait " He interjects with an abrupt tone, crawling down to be at face level with her pussy, he attached his lips onto her walls, thrusting his tongue inside of walls, inciting an obscene cry to escape her lips which in turn caused him to groan, spurring her further to explode entirely, his tongue lapping up every bit with precision until he pulled back to undress himself entirely, he grabs a condom, slipping it over his cock, he then crawls back and dips his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss before whispering, " You are ... incredible "

She was the one to deepen the kiss this time, inciting a deep groan from him. " No one's ever -um- did that " she admits through a ponderous breath.

His eyes widened before a gentle smile adorned his lips, " It's a good thing I'm your first " he pecks her lips, " Now ... " he murmurs, " I'm going to worship you the way you are meant to be worshipped "

He wraps her legs around his torso, leisurely easing his way into her slick walls, the two of them releasing a unanimous sigh, " Oh querida, you feel so good wrapped around me like this, so warm you're almost trapping me " he moans.

She tugs him down, hands placed over the back of his neck while their lips moved harmoniously against one another, " Feels so good " she sighs against his lips, " Please " she pleads.

He wraps one arm around her waist, hoisting her up slightly before he set a leisure and tortuous pace, thrusting in and out of her walls all the while his lips nuzzled inside of her neck, " Such a good girl querida, so good to me like that, feels like this pussy was made for me, don't you think? " he whispers.

The only thing she can muster was a whine which caused him to pick up the pace, " So good " he sighs, his teeth sinking into neck inciting a moan from her lips, " So good to me "

" Don't stop " She whines, tears rolling down her cheek. " Oh fuck, yes ... jus like that "

" You're close aren't you querida? " He whispers, soothing the teeth marks with his tongue before lifting his head up to meet her gaze, he rests his forehead over hers. " You're going to cum for me "

She nods wordlessly, before yelping when she felt a sharp sting over clit.

" I said use your words querida " He states with an authoritative tone.

" Yes, I'm going to cum " She whines, moaning when he kissed her deeply. " Don't stop "

His thrusts were sloppy and rapid, grunting each time he moved into a different angle, " cum for me querida, cum for me like the good girl you are "

Every nerve in her body tenses before a loud cry escapes her lips, followed by a guttural groan from him - the pair chase their highs just before he collapsed next to her, there was a brief wave of silence camping between them before he said. " Are you feeling better? "

She chuckles and breathes out, " So much better "

He leaves the bed, heading into the bathroom while she laid on his bed, both confused and quite satisfied with the events of tonight - was it unexpected? yes, yet she couldn't help but feel relieved to have met him, as otherwise, she would have retrieved home and cried herself to sleep over her father disappointing her yet again, her thoughts were soon interrupted by him returning to the bedroom, and picking her up in his arms. " Let's get you relaxed " he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She is taken to the spacious bathroom and is met with a full bathtub, the combination of warm water and what she believed to be bath salts that smelt rather relaxing, he places her before following suit then scooping her up in his arms, one hand wrapped around her waist while the other caressed her arm, she lifts her head up and smiles before jokingly remarking, " having sex with my favorite author wasn't what I expected as an ending to a frustrating night "

He smiles, " Well I am glad to be of service, you're far too beautiful to be stressed about life, or family members that cannot for the life of them notice your authentic soul " he whispers, pecking her forehead. " And if I was able to quell your doubts, your anger and frustration for one night, then I'm happy "

She beams, " You definitely did " she giggles.

They spent the rest of the bath in a wave of comfortable silence, he gently cleaned her up with the lotion he had nearby, taking his time to caress every inch of her skin, she returned the favor and the pair step out of the bathroom together, he puts her on the bed then retreats to his closet, fetching a pair of boxers and one of his shirts for her, he then retrieved his own change of clothings, they get dressed and he takes her in his arms under the covers, she was the first to fall asleep while he spent a few minutes admiring her features, I got you, he vowed, and I'm never letting you go.

The following morning, she wakes up to the scent of food hitting her nostrils causing a momentary confusion to envelop her before the events of last night flash back inside of her mind causing her to flutter her eyes open and smile softly, the left side is empty which meant he was probably in the kitchen cooking breakfast, she sits up removing the covers off of her body to stand up and walk out of the bedroom, heading towards the open and spacious kitchen where he stood with his bare back facing her.

She walks up to him, wrapping her arms around his torso then resting her cheek against his back causing him to smile. " Good morning querida " he cranes his head, and uses his free arm to wrap it around her shoulder and push her next to him. " I was going to get you the breakfast tray in bed "

She tilts her head, and grins. " Are you sure you're not a fictional character? "

He laughs, " Oh querida, I'm just a good man that wants to do things the proper way " he presses a kiss over her forehead.

" I would have cooked you know, I don't mind " She states.

" Nonsense " He shakes his head with a faux shocked expression. " A real man offers his beautiful lady every delectable thing in the world "

" I'm your lady then? " She states with a teasing smile.

" Well for the duration of time we are together " He shrugs before adding on, " Now go on and sit querida, I'm almost done "

She nods then takes a seat on the stool, resting her cheek over her hand while she watched effortlessly move around the kitchen until he set two plates next to one another, he then sits next to her and they eat in pure silence before she asks him, " So, what are your plans querida? "

" I'm going to start my masters program in three weeks, I'm nervous but hopeful, I really want to become a professional author " She responds, her words laced with a hopeful tone.

" You will for sure and hey if you need help, you can come to me " He suggests.

" Who says we're going to keep talking? " She wonders with a teasing smile.

" Come on querida " He said with a soft tone.

" I don't know where the future will lead us, I mean don't get me wrong I enjoyed yesterday, but we are from different worlds, you're a famous author and I'm on my way to become one " She shrugs, " It's a passionate night but a one time thing at most "

" I don't think so " He leans in, pecking her cheek. " I think you want this as much as I do " he whispers.

" How can you even tell that? " She retorts with a soft smile.

" Your eyes, querida, the eyes never lie " He whispers before pecking her lips, the kiss soon deepens before he murmurs, " Would you like to stay for lunch? "

She pulls back, gnawing on her bottom lip. " I don't know " she whispers.

" It's just lunch querida " He states with a small smile, " And maybe me convincing you further that, whatever this is, is exactly what you and I need "

She smiled, " Is that a challenge? "

" A challenge I know I'm winning " He whispers.

Three weeks later,

Amaia and her close friend Lucille, rush into the lecture hall for their first lesson which was Classic Spanish Literature, the pair were thankful as it was still early, they'd taken their seats at the corner to be as close as possible in order to hear everything their new professor will speak about - apparently the former professor had left on a the basis of a family emergency and a new professor, who is apparently quite famous will take his place.

" Who do you think it'll be? " Lucille wonders, pulling out her pen and notebook from her bag.

" I'm not sure, but whoever it is better be a decent human cause I want this chance to go as smooth as it can, I am not letting anything risk my chances of becoming an author " She said.

Lucille nods in understanding, " I hear you " she then turns to her, " I need to know though " she smirks, " Whatever happened to the sexy hook up you had? "

Amaia thinks back to Xabi, the pair had kept in touch yet not frequently due to her preparations for this year as well as Xabi being occupied with work, " We are texting but it's not serious, besides I don't think I'm going to see him again, I need to focus on my masters program "

" Come on Maia, don't be so fucking uptight " Lucille rolls her eyes, before adding on. " You can focus on your studies while also being able to ride a nice cock sometimes, I bet he must have been a god or something cause you wouldn't go out on the blind dates I set you up with "

She giggles, " Maybe "

" Yes, he was " Lucille laughs, " And if you ask me, I think you might see him at one point, cause if he likes you, the lord upstairs will send him to you "

And just then, they hear the sound of footsteps causing them to look up, Lucille's eyes widened in pure surprise whilst Amaia's widened in horror - flashbacks of that night return in full force to her mind, coupled with the way he made her feel each time he texted her, she covers her face almost instantly causing Lucille to frown in confusion. " Maia? "

" I ... I need to go " Amaia stood up, and was about to leave when their eyes met, an unreadable emotion flickered through his eyes albeit, he was able to keep his face natural whilst she shrunk in her seat and groaned at the realization of what she had done.

She had sex with her professor.

Unbeknownst to her, this wasn't a coincidence, nor was it a twisted form of fate, he had planned this, he knew exactly who she was - and he was going to ensure that she will be his, and only his.

#au #xabi alonso #xabi alonso imagine #xabi alonso fanfiction #xabi alonso one shot #xabi alonso smut #xabi alonso fanfic #tw: dark themes

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ach-sss-no · 5 months

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Hey, all,

I have long been tempted to do a readthrough/commentary of the Hobbit/LOTR because other people did it* and I am nothing but imitative. As it happens I have had the immense good fortune to find a copy of The Hobbit for 50 cents at the thrift store** so I am tentatively planning a readthrough, which (if it comes to pass) will be over on my dreamwidth, and will start in January because I have so many other things going on in the Thanksgiving+Christmas season.

so why post about it now, well, for two reasons:

I would kind of like to talk about the different adaptations of The Hobbit in vidya games, comics and such, so if you know of an obscure one I would love to hear about it. I want to start collecting material and figuring out how to present it. (and if it goes well I might eventually do the same for lotr so go ahead and send lotr stuff too if you're willing)

and I have a related dilemma

I have not watched the peter jackson hobbit movies. And those suckers are long, all together, so if I decide to watch them, it might take me until january to get around to finishing all of it.

Now, usually, I am a very open minded and wonderful person (uwu) who doesn't decide how to feel about something before trying it. I stayed open-minded about the Ralph Bakshi movie! And I liked parts of it! However, I don't think I would enjoy jacksonhobbit. I have seen a lot of pieces of it floating around the Internet and it looks like everything I didn't like about the LOTR movies but without most of the things that made up for it. With that in mind, I at first wasn't planning to watch those movies before doing a commentary of the book, because it would take up quite a few hours of my life and my review would be mostly whining**. I don't think my perspective on those movies is oh so unique or insightful enough that a critique from me would elevate past whining and these movies are well known enough that anyone reading my posts probably has their own opinions already and I don't need to tell them what the pj hobbit movies are.

But on the other hand, without seeing those movies, my review would be somewhat incomplete. And maybe some people like whining. I don't know. Nostalgia Critic still gets a lot of views, guys.

TL;DR i thought I would subject the question to the gladiatorial arena of the tumblr poll. I might not do exactly what the poll says in the end but it gives me something to consider.

*I refer specifically to tolkien-feels and frodo-with-glasses who have already done this better than I will. I'm sure many, many other people have also done it, but those are the two accounts I personally read.

**i also found the two towers and rotk, from the same set! but not fellowship. like this post to increase my luck that i will somehow also find fotr from this same set, for fifty cents at the same thrift shop, weeks after finding the rest of the books. it sounds unlikely, but it was unlikely to find any of the series at that thrift shop, and here they sit on my shelf

*** i saw a comment once on youtube that said something to the effect of 'the pj hobbit movies arent great but I've never seen anyone complain about their depiction of gollum' and I just... have a feeling I could be the one to prove that statement wrong. And the thing is, that statement doesn't need to be proved wrong.

#stupid post #long post #talky post #rant?

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pinkiepiebones · 5 months

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Oh?? Well now my interest is piqued! I would like to know The Shirt Saga! 👀 If youre comfortable with it, of course

Ah, yes! Come, gather by the fire, and I shall tell the tale of The Shirt. 'Tis a long tale, so, so grab a snack or a drink. Okay. Good? Then here we go.

PART ONE: A PACT IS FORGED

How it started was July 2017. I got to the venue far too early. I was the only Ghost VIP in line. There were at least twenty Iron Maiden VIPs already there. It was a good time, they were all really nice and had obviously waited for concerts before (this was my first concert outing since 2006 or so). But it was hot. It was so fucking hot, even in the shade. I was wearing a black Ghost shirt I got off Fright Rags but I wasn't going to survive four more hours of sitting outside on the pavement. My brother had just got to the line- he had been looking for a parking spot (technically this concert was his birthday gift; I bought the tickets because he loved Iron Maiden and yes because Ghost). We both agreed to go back to the hotel, grab some food, etc. I had packed another shirt, just a white shirt with a red anatomical heart diagram on it, and decided to change into it. White shirts are better for hot days, right?

Then it's a blur until I met Papa III. I was frozen at the doorway of the photo tent and he opened his arms, his chasuble glittering with intricate beadwork, and he beckoned me with gold talons "come in! Come on in!" I didn't budge. Papa brought his claws together and tilted his head a little, owlish. "I like that shirt you have there," he said. For whatever reason, that broke the ice inside me. I got a hug. I got a picture.

I barely remember the concert now. The A/C was fucked so it was hellishly hot inside. Any time I stopped recording during Maiden's set some old veteran fan would gently grab my shoulder and say "you're gonna wanna record this next bit!" :,) Rock on, old guy who was spending his retirement following Iron Maiden around.

Anyway, the show ended and my brother was trying to get a cab back (we Ubered to the venue from the hotel) and I insisted we wait by the buses. He relented, eventually. XD We waited about an hour with ten or so other Ghost fans. Billy Vanilla regaled us with tales from the road. Ben Cristo (I think that's his name), who had at that point been playing the Nameless Ghoul who played the black and white guitar (I think the fandom calls him Ifrit) came out first and signed all our stuff with the alchemical symbol for fire.

After another half hour, I saw a group on the sidewalk walking towards us. They appeared to be led by a man in a white Misfits shirt and the skinniest skinny jeans I ever saw. He looked ahead and I swear we locked eyes for an instant. I started punching my brother's arm and yelled IT'S HIM IT'S HIM IT'S PAPA PAPA IS HERE. The people went into the bus and him, Papa, Tobias, stopped to say to us all "let me put my things away, I will be back out shortly."

Tobias and Chris Catalyst (played the Nameless Ghoul with the black guitar, aka Aether, until last year) came out with Sharpies and security staff to make sure no pictures were taken. And like I said, Tobias restated how much he liked my shirt. I said, "I actually have two of these, I'll bring you my spare next time I see the band!" He looked genuinely surprised and said "really? Wow, thank you! That's very kind of you!"

PART TWO: THE YEAR OF THE CARDINAL

In May 2018 I saw Ghost again. And Evening with Ghost, it was called. I packed The Shirt and it's twin and flew to Pittsburgh to crash on @csevet 's sofa and drag em to the show. And I got to meet @jayyynine too!! Oh, and Cardinal Copia, we all got to meet him. @csevet and I got to go into the meet and greet photo tent together because we wanted a "family photo" with Copia. According to em, when Copia shook my hand, his gaze went 'face, shirt, face, shirt, face.' Ey insisted he recognised me. I left a gift bag with the security staffer. Inside was several hand-woven bags I made for all the ghouls, and The Shirt. And an SASE because I was feeling cocky, I guess.

Two weeks after the show, the SASE came back. Inside was the card I had provided, along with a Sharpie-scrawled autograph above a THANK YOU next to a little tiny smiling devil face. Literally 😈

Five months later, I got to see Ghost again, wearing The Shirt, my mom in tow. Why? Because she rocks. Anywho, we do the meet and greet. Copia shakes my mom's hand, then goes to grab mine but stops. "That's a cool shirt you have there," he says, gesturing. "You know, I happen to have one just like it." My mom says "that's because they gave you one" and Copia looks over his shoulder at her and says "Yes, I know this."

Mom says that after the pictures I was shaking and yelling "he remembered me" in a "dinosaur shriek noise." I have no memory of this. But the notion that Cardinal Copia- Tobias Forge- had one brain cell with my information stored on it? Well, I can understand why I may have squawked.

PART 3: THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY

In April of 2019 I got tickets for the October show in Hershey, Pennsylvania. I would be meeting up with @csevet again and would drive a rental across the state. No biggie! Well, slight biggie. You see, in September I had a full hysterectomy. My OBGYN and the surgeon *barely* cleared me for travel. But I bought the fucking tickets in APRIL and @csevet got the time off approved at er job so. I couldn't not go.

I had a cane. I was six weeks post op, four weeks actually up out of bed. Ghost's meet and greet crew and the staff of the venue were super accommodating, let us take an elevator to the photo area, someone brought me a folding chair for the lineup. Copia was in his red suit on this leg of the tour. There were so many people, no one had much time to chat with Copia. But I know ...I had the shirt. He took my hand and said gently, "I know we have met before..." I kissed his sideburn.

PART FOUR: PAPA EMERITUS THE FOURTH

Copia was promoted to Papa! Then the world shut down. So for years, nothin'. Then, 2022. Just after my birthday. St. Louis. Ghost.

I had to go. And of course do the meet and greet. Happy birthday to me.

I was alone for this one, for the first time. I felt less alone by talking to other fans, and helping ease the nerves of first timers. Everyone's been a newbie at some point, gatekeeping is for jerks, etc. I was wearing The Shirt and regaling those who would listen with the saga. But I was nervous. I tried to play it off. "Of course he won't remember you," I told myself. "It's been way too long."

Then I get into the tent. Due to the ongoing health concerns there were no hugs or handshakes, and the photos had you and Papa separated by a pane of plexiglass, which would be photoshopped out later. Papa had taken a step from his designated photo spot to explain these things to me, but he stopped mid-sentence, looked me up and down, and said,

"I'm getting like a deja vu here. I have a shirt just like that."

Then his eyes widened and he snapped his fingers and said,

"You gave me it! Yes! Hello, how have you been doing?"

He chatted with me like we were old friends. I told him about graduate school and my hopes for a Masters degree. He said he would love to see me with it.

And then the moment was over. I was overcome with emotions and the group of fans who had gone before me all huddled around and gently sat me down (I guess I looked like I was going to faint) and I started crying and said "after three years he still remembers me" and then "I need to call my mom."

I did also see Ghost this past September, but they weren't doing meet and greets, and as close as I was to the stage, I don't hold hope that me and The Shirt were seen.

PART FIVE: HERE'S TO THE FUTURE

I don't know what the future for Ghost will hold. But I do know that I have been squirreling away money for the next inevitable show. And The Shirt will be ready. Papa III passed it on to Papa IV. Will Papa IV pass it on to Papa V? I don't know, but I am excited to find out.

#long post #very long post #the band ghost #tobias forge #ghost the band

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Pairing: Pedro Pascal x female reader.

Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.

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“I can’t believe you’ve never had proper Chilean food before” Pedro said with the most shocked look on his face. Utterly appalled, not really though, he was just teasing me as always.

“It’s not like I’d even know what to order if I even found a place that serves good Chilean food. And would I know it’s good?” I retorted and slapped his upper arm.

“Ouch, careful babe. That almost hurt” he laughed and grabbed my hand just as I raised it to smack him again. “Now how about I order some nice food for us and you hop into the shower,” he said and walked out of the room to get his phone to place the order. In the meantime I got into the shower, while Pedro put on some sweatpants and a white Henley. Oh god how I loved him in one of his like, 10 Henely’s, the way they just clung to his body.

Just as I was putting on my booty shorts and one of Pedro’s flannel shirts there was a knock at the door. He went to open it as I cleared the table by the sofa, and returned with two bags of food, which he immediately started unpacking.

“Babe, that looks like way too much food for just the two of us,” I said as I stared at all the food in front of us.

“Don’t worry darling. What we don’t eat we can save for later,” he said with a wink. Those winks that always sent a tingle of delight through my body. A subtle indication of strenuous activities ahead.

We sat down on the sofa and I poured wine from a Casillero del Diablo red. He reached out for the glass I offered and we clinked them together.

“Cheers my love” he said as we both took a sip. “Okay, so this is Empanadas de Pino, which is like a bundle of dough with onion, ground beef, black olives, raisins and hard liners boiled egg” he said as he picked one up to show me.

“Wow, that's a lot of things in that. And to be honest it sounds kind of weird” I said, eyeing the stuffed empanada he was holding out to me. Tentatively I took the strange dough bundle out of his hand, biting into it hesitantly.

“It’s like this delicious bread dough filled with everything. So juicy, and to my surprise absolutely delicious” I said in honest surprise as I continued eating.

After we’d had our fill, he set aside the plate and moved another plate closer. This one filled with what looked like bread and a tub of some creamy looking spread.

“These are marraquetas, it’s like a soft bread with a crunchy exterior, and this is manjar. It’s like a caramel sauce. It goes well with these,” he said as he dipped the marraqueta into the manjar and fed it to me. As I chewed slowly on the pastry covered with cream a soft moan escaped my lips. I heard his breath catch in his throat as he stirred a little, trying to adjust himself without me noticing. I noticed.

“This is delicious babe”, I said and leaned in as he was about to feed me another bite. The manjar started to slip and just as I was to bite down on the marraqueta, the manjar dropped onto my chest. Just above the half buttoned neckline of his flannel shirt . As I was reaching down to wipe it away, Pedro grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

“Don’t querida, let me” he said as he placed the half eaten marraqueta on the plate, and leaned in closer, dipping his head between my breasts, licking up the sticky mess.

“Oh…ah..yes..that's nice” I panted as my chest heaved allowing him better access.

“Should I keep going?” he asked before dipping back down again, not waiting for my reply. “Oh god yes, don’t stop. Never stop” I sighed heavily as he unbuttoned the shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. My upper body, now completely naked.

“Mmmm, no bra on today, I see” he said with a light chuckle as he reached out his hands and cupped my breasts, gently stroking and caressing them.

“They tend to...uhm…get, you know, in…oh god,” I trailed off, having problems forming a sentence when he was touching me, oh ever so softly, but still with such purpose. He gently pinched each nipple a few times, dragging a few moans out of me before releasing his hold. He slid his hands down lower to the hem of my shorts.

“Let’s take these off,” he said. Putting my weight on my hands as I lifted my ass off the sofa to help him remove the offending garments. Feeling a little uncomfortable being the only one who was naked, I reached for his shirt, pulling it off in a swift, single action. His broad chest was a sight to behold. He had been working out a lot lately for his upcoming role in Gladiator 2 which he was set to leave for next month, and it had really paid off. No that he was overly muscular, but he was toned, well defined muscles and the little happy trail.. I dragged my finger along his delicious happy trail, causing him to shiver under my touch. I moved my hand slowly to the edge of his sweatpants, letting my fingers slip inside. As I wrapped my fingers around his growing shaft a soft moan escaped his lips. I looked up into his big brown eyes, so sweet and soft, but also burning with desire. The need for more. To be closer. Always closer. Not that I wasn’t feeling the same. I could never get enough of this man. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. The sudden proximity made it difficult to maintain my grip, so I adjusted myself slightly, allowing me to continue my slow strokes. The low groaning noises erupting from him only made me work my hand faster, squeezing ever so gently now and then. Swirling my thumb over his head, where some pre-cum had already started to leak, and smearing that over his cock to ease my friction. I could feel his body starting to tremble just as he grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

“Stop, I won’t be able to fuck you if you make me cum now. You know I’m not 24 anymore babe,” he said and chuckled, tilting his head slightly when he saw the pout on my face. He got off the couch to stand, removing his pants and tossing them onto the floor behind him, almost knocking over some of the food on the table as he did. “Oh, close one there” he said, getting on the floor in front of the couch.

“What are you doing? Get up here” I said as I reached down and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up.

“No, ladies first, You should know this by now. It’s like you said, get the water running before going on the waterslide. And baby, you’re my waterslide. I want you real wet before I ride you” he answered with the most devilish smile, using my own words against me. The look of pure lust in his eyes took my breath away.

He parted my legs, positioning himself between them. He started kissing me from my knee to my hip before doing the same to the other leg. Delightful tingles shot through my body as his patchy beard tickled me and made me squirm. His hands gripped me by my waist, holding me in place. I leaned back just as his lips found their way up to my pulsing core. My hands slid down my belly and into his hair. His tongue darted out licking my folds. I moaned loudly as he nudged that sensitive spot and my grip on his hair tightened. My nails scraped his scalp, causing him to let out a low hum that vibrated onto me, making me clench around nothing.

“So eager cariño. Patience love, I’m only getting started” he murmured as his tongue went back to work. Lapping and licking and sucking, his nose nudging at my clit every now and then. My legs began to tremble and I could not help to start to move with him as he kept working his tongue through my wet folds. My jaw went slack as he gently eased two fingers into me.

“Oh…GOD! Yes…I…please...more” was all I managed to get out between sighs and moans. His fingers were working their way in and out of me at painfully slow speed as his tongue found its way to my clit, sucking on it gently. “More baby…please...harder…faster” I pleaded with him, rocking my hips with every move he made.

“You want more? I got you baby” he replied looking up at me, then he slid another finger in and started moving faster as he dipped back down and his tongue found its way back to my bud of nerves. Sucking harder and nibbling on it. Jolts of pleasure were firing through my body, tensing up as I was reaching my climax. And with a final lick on my clit it pushed me over the edge. And I was free falling. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me as my orgasm hit. And he rode it out with me, still pumping his fingers into me with every surge of the wave until I stilled under him. He withdrew his fingers and lifted his hand up to his lips, licking his fingers clean.

“You taste delicious cariño” he said as he looked up at me and smiled that half smile that always made my insides melt.

“Come here and fuck me like you promised.” “And make it good,” I said, leaning up to grab him by the hand, pulling him on top of me. His hard cock kept him from getting too close but still, he leaned down and kissed me like a starved man.

“I always keep my promises, you know that bonita,” he said as he reached down and grabbed his cock, lining it up with my center. And in one gentle but firm move he slid all the way down to the hilt, which made me gasp at the sudden fullness.

“Oh...fuck…me!” I gasped out.

“That’s the plan” he countered with a grin as he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting all the way back into me again. His hands held a steady grip on my hips as he picked up the pace and started to pound into me. His grip tightened , fingers digging into my flesh. This would probably leave some delicious marks. I countered his thrusts, rocking just as hard into him, touching anywhere and everywhere I could. My hands finally landed on his upper arms and I pulled him closer to me. Kissing his jaw, nibbling at his ear which caused him to jerk hard into me.

“Yes! Fuck…again” I screamed out. He was more than happy to oblige, again and again, hitting that oh so sweet spot. I could feel that familiar sensation starting to build again within me. He leaned closer, kissing me hard. His tongue slipped across my bottom lip, asking for entry. I surrendered immediately , returning his kiss with the same hunger. My hands into his hair once more, pulling him as close to me as I possibly could as he swallowed my moans. One of his hands released my hip and found it way down to my already sensitive clit. With swift, well practiced movements, he pressed and circled it over and over as he kept thrusting into me. And I could feel myself getting me closer to my orgasm by the second. He slipped out of me causing me to whimper as the loss of him inside me.

“Turn around,” he demanded. My ass in the air, he thrust back into me so hard I fell forward slightly, screaming out his name at the pure ecstasy of the sensation. From this angle he hit that sweet spot inside each time he drove into me. My insides began to clench down on him and he leaned over me and grunted in my ear. “That’s it baby, oh fuck! You’re so fucking sexy like this. Fuck!” he moaned, his pace picking up as he kept pumping into me.

My legs felt like jello, but I was so close to another orgasm, I didn’t dare to move. I could tell he was close too, from the way his moves became more frantic, less precise, but still ever so delicious. I moved one of my hands down and rubbed my clit mercilessly and with that, I came again. Loudly, screaming and pulsating around his cock. With each wave of my orgasm I clenched down on him over and over, which caused him to lose control and he came too. Hot spurts of cum filled me up as he pumped a few more times before he finally stilled. He pulled out and I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. When I returned I climbed on top of him where he laid, still spent. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled a blanket over us. For a moment we just laid there.

The wonderful sensation of being with him, any way I could, as much as I could before he had to leave again, for another movie or tv-show to be filmed, almost made me tear up.

I tried to push those thoughts aside as quickly as they had come into my mind, it still wasn’t quick enough for Pedro not to notice the shift in my demeanor.

“What’s wrong querida? Did I hurt you?” he asked as he caressed my cheek ever so observant.

“Nothing, it’s nothing” I said, trying to play it off, leaning in closer to his chest, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. But he could see it in my eyes before I could look away, I never could keep anything from him anyway.

“Please tell me what it is baby, I can see there’s something you’re not telling me,” he pleaded with me and tipped my head up to look at him with one finger under my chin.

“I just...I don't want…” I trailed off. I did not want to ruin the mood.

“Don’t want what, baby?” he asked, his big brown eyes inquisitive.

“I don’t want you to go,” I whispered and looked away from his piercing gaze.

“Oh honey, is that what this is about? That’s not for another month, we have lots of time together before then, and you can come visit if you want?” he said cupping my cheek, kissing me softly on the lips.

“It’s never enough. I know I’m selfish, but I always want more. More time with you,” I whisper as a lone tear fell. His thumb grazed over my cheek, swiping it away.

“I know mi vida, but like we’ve said before, let’s make the most of the time we do have together, and longing makes the heart grow fonder, right?” he said and leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. And he was right, I knew what I had gotten myself into when we became a couple. He loved his job and I would never keep him from pursuing his dream, especially now that he finally was getting the recognition he so fucking derserved. So I wrapped my arms around him and drew him in for another kiss. Trying my best to shake off the previous feeling and be here now with him, in this moment.

“I love you, now kiss me the way that you would if we died tonight” I said and chuckled and I felt the mood lighten when his face broke into an ever so endearing smile. He kissed me long and hard, his hands cupping my face. “And I love you, por siempre y siempre y siempre” he said and then his lips found mine again. Kissing me until we both were left breathless.

“For ever and ever and ever” I echoed.

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#pedro pascal #fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #+18 only #churchofthesluttyknee #smut #my imagination #imagination running wild

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