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infin1ty-garden Ā· 19 hours
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MEMORIES MAKE EVERYTHING SO DIFFICULT
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ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© summary: where you fake amnesia to get out of a fight with your enemy and he lies and tells you'd been dating for a year ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© character(s): draco malfoy, theodore nott, mattheo riddle, enzo berkshire and blaise zabini ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© warnings: meantion of injury ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© word count: 644 ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© author note: this is my first time writing for the harry potter fandom. so, sorry if the characters are ooc
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DRACO MALFOY
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Draco found out through a friend you'd gotten amnesia, he immediately went to find you. Stating he was so worried you'd gotting injured by a gryffindor no less.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© When you expressed confusion over who he was, the lie slipped out. "Your boyfriend."
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© You dismissed his suggestion of visiting the hospital wing. He decided to patch you up himself.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© This act went on for a while. He didn't know why. He wasn't in love with you. Was he?
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He told you he lied about being your boyfriend and understood if you never wanted to speak to him. You made an admission of your own. How you don't have amnesia and remember everything.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© "The love I have for you is real."
THEODORE NOTT
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© The hole time you talking about how you don't remember him, he was just smirking at you. That's when he proclaimed you were dating him.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Since forever he'd been in love with you but you'd always treated him like a enemy. When the opportunity presented itself, he wasn't gonna waste it.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He didn't make a big show of dating you. Wanting to make the gestures more intimate and personal but also easier for him when it blows up in his face.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© When you finally told him you'd lied about the amnesia, he didn't speak to you for a while. You thought that was it but he'd cornered you asking if everything you'd said was a lie as well.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He'd falled deeper in love then he ever has and the thought of you not reciprocating those feelings crushes him.
MATTHEO RIDDLE
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Mattheo didn't believe you as soon as the words left your mouth. He decided to fuck around to see how far you'll take it
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Saying how you'd been together for the better part of the year and "How could you not remember me?" bullshit
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© You both went along with it. At the same time, Mattheo stopped flirting and sleeping around. What a weird turn of events? Why would he do that?
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© You played along for a time but decided to tell him the truth. "I know. You're not as good at lying as you think."
ENZO BERKSHIRE
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt horrible. Why did he feel so bad? He was supposed to hate you.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Still he never corrected himself and proceeded to take you on many many dates
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Pretending to be your boyfriend was a lot more enjoyable than he thought it would be. Was he falling in love with you? No way!
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Enzo knew he was lying to himself but it was better than admitting what he already knew
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© You went on all kinds of dates. His friends noticed the change as he was a lot more happy and made fun of him for it.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© One of your friends accidentally mentioned you had lied to him. At first he was furious but he'd lied to you as well.
BLAISE ZABINI
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Blaise is not some one who makes fun of medical conditions but...
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He introduced himself as your boyfriend and for the last few months his feelings of hate had turned into love
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He was going show you how good of a boyfriend can he be and maybe just maybe you'll fall for him as he had for you
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© It doesn't take him long to realise that you'd lied but he goes along with it. Ignoring obvious signs of you actually retaining your memory.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© He was his happiest when hanging out with you and he knew his feelings were real. He hoped you'd realise yours were too.
ā‹†ļ½”Ā°āœ© Unable to lie to him anymore you told him the truth. How you lied and love him. His answer? Kissing you.
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icedragonlizard Ā· 1 day
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I'm probably going to be obliterated for this, but I'm bold enough.
I think it eventually deserves to be said, anyways.
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Consider this the follow-up to a post I wrote a few days ago.
For clarification, I'm not at all trying to say that the whole Mecha Knight thing in Planet Robobot wasn't messed up. Overall, it was messed up. Yes, what Susie did to Meta Knight was indeed quite bad.
But it's very clear that the Kirby fandom has absolutely blatant double standards when it comes to this sort of thing.
While it's understandable to find enjoyment in milking angst out of such an incident, I believe that people exaggerate Mecha Knight.
Some people love to go on about how Meta Knight suffers from horrible medical trauma after Planet Robobot. About how much he hates Susie's guts, will never ever forgive her, and wants her to die. About how this was basically the worst thing to ever happen to him.
But if I'm being honest, I don't think Mecha Knight was that much different from all the times that King Dedede has been possessed.
Where's all the talk about Dedede being traumatized from all his possession incidents? Hello?!?!? Do people just act like he's not that traumatized or that he easily toughs out his possession incidents while Meta Knight was just messed up so darn bad by being a robot?
Actually, I have seen people talk about Dedede being traumatized by Dark Matter, but it's absolutely nothing like talk about Mecha Knight. Still double standards.
To be fair, I can somewhat understand the big discrepancy of how Mecha Knight is treated compared to Dedede's possessions. After all, Meta Knight is quite literally the Kirby's fandom blorbo (aside from Magolor, I guess) and turning someone into a robot against their will can very much indeed be a lot more nerve-striking in comparison.
But was Mecha Knight really truly so much worse than Dedede's possessions? Does it really deserve to be treated like it's such an unfathomable, unspeakable, harrowing tragedy... compared to Dedede's incidents being treated like they're no big deal at all?
... In my opinion, no.
Meta Knight shook off roboticization pretty quickly after the second Mecha Knight fight. He's then quick to get on top of the Halberd while the rest of his crew gets it up and flying. Funny how it's that instead of him just sitting there crippled and helpless after the robot armor breaks off of him. I dunno about you guys, but he looks fine!
While I myself do imagine that he'd certainly have been somewhat messed up and traumatized by being a robot, and while I do imagine he would be mad at Susie over it for a while, I sincerely don't agree to the extent of how some people depict it. It didn't ruin his life like some people think. It hurt him, but not ruin him. He's been through bad stuff before. If you ask me, it's more like a "regular Tuesday" for him instead of being the absolute total life-ruining experience for him. He's been able to heal from the incident and is doing just fine.
And for the record, I don't buy into the "Meta Knight hates Susie SO MUCH and wants her dead" headcanon. I don't necessarily headcanon them being friends, and I think he was initially angry at her, but his anger at her slowly fades in my opinion.
Can we please not overlook some of Dedede's possession incidents? Let's not pretend that Taranza is an innocent little guy and that he hasn't hurt Dedede before. Although I believe that being used like a puppet by Taranza was far from Dedede's worst possession incident.
I like to imagine that Dedede suffered from true traumatization from 2 out of the 3 times he's been possessed by Dark Matter, as well as the time he's been possessed by Fecto Forgo during Forgotten Land.
He's been able to heal and get better, but it did hurt him at first.
Dark Matter lowkey turned his stomach into a set of jaws, and then formed a giant unnerving eyeball onto his stomach. That had to hurt, methinks. It also wouldn't help if one were to interpret that Dark Matter was preying on Dedede's flaws, making him easy to possess.
When Dedede was possessed by Fecto Forgo, he was ordered to hurt his own waddle dees. He couldn't have felt good about that afterwards, especially with how much he's shown to care about his waddle dees to the point he goes out of his way to save one singular waddle dee from the stampeding Beast Pack after he's been freed.
In my opinion, if Meta Knight has been messed up by Susie, then I think that there's no way Dedede hasn't been a little messed up one way or another by the Dark Matter and Fecto Forgo possessions as well. While I certainly believe he's been able to heal and overcome them, I think he was hurt over them initially after they were over. For me, it's basically the same of how Meta Knight had a phase of being traumatized by what Susie did to him until he's come around to heal.
I prefer to think that the incidents are similar instead of just "OMMGG poor meta knight was screwed up so darn bad, and dedede's possessions weren't really a big deal, they were much much less bad."
And I don't at all call for anyone to hate on Taranza, Dark Matter, Fecto Forgo, Yin Yarn or anyone else that has possessed Dedede. They don't deserve that, in my opinion. Just like how I think Susie is honestly not deserving of the level of hate she's received for Mecha Knight.
Was Mecha Knight a messed up incident? Yes. But let's not pretend that some of Dedede's possessions weren't messed up as well. Mecha Knight is certainly more nerve-striking... but from an objective standpoint, it's not significantly worse. And I think Dedede has overall faced more trauma than Meta Knight has, since the former has been possessed much more times. Sorry, but I don't think one robot incident outweighs multiple possession incidents. I just don't.
HAL doesn't at all appear to treat Mecha Knight like it's so much worse than all of the times that King Dedede has been possessed.
Oh wow, this is getting a bit long, but yeah that's basically it. I just felt like it needed to be said that it's almost absurd that Meta Knight being turned into a robot once is all it takes for the fandom to metaphorically riot on the streets while ignoring Dedede's possession incidents.
I'm well aware that I might be playing with fire while writing this. But I'm bold. I'm gonna brace myself for however some people react to this. Not sure if it'll get to the point where I'll be forced to delete this.
The double standards in this fandom gets on my nerves.
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skeletalheartattack Ā· 1 year
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šŸ‘ļøšŸ‘ļø do you still play tf2?
šŸ‘šŸ‘ a little! i don't play much of Live TF2 these days, only because my computer would rather explode than allow me to run it at a good enough framerate, though there's a few settings ive only experimented with recently on other source games.
i deeply love tf2 as what it is still more or less, it's mostly my laptop that's always been a problem is all :(
#ask#anon#and it wasnt always that way! i use to have a REALLY good laptop (granted it was a generic dell laptop of some kind)#but it burned out back in 2017 and i couldnt fix it <- knows nothing about fixing laptops and shouldnt have attempted it himself#i miss that laptop dearly you have no idea.......#i could run so much stuff on that badboy.....#anyway because of my laptop (and internet) i dont play a lot of games as of late#last few games ive played are Runescape. Crash Team Racing. and a sourcemod name of Pre Fortress 2.#ive been playing that last one on and off because i have a lot of fun playing a somewhat beta recreation of TF2#but i have to warn you that if you want to play it. turn off voice chat and text chat. theres only usually one populated server#and most of the people ive had to play with there fucking suck nuts and bolts#if it weren't for that id reccomend it more or less.#i get a lot of enjoyment out of the gameplay changes they make. from the grenades. the armour system. and some changes to weapons#if you play PF2 on players muted and with sprays disabled? id say its a fun experience#all classes are a little more mobile due to all having grenades. heavy less so but yeah#you can definitely tell how much grenades distupts the core of TF2s gameplay. but i like the option of having both games#theres no loadouts in PF2 though. youre restricted to the beta loadouts of each class.#and its not necessarily a ''Pure Beta Recreation'' since they have engineer hauling and upgradable buildings#but i dont mind personally. the grenades are a lot of fun to experiment with#dispensers also deal damage when exploding. and ive used that a lot on 2fort while guarding intel#sometimes an enemy rounds a corner and doesnt see it. and im notified on my HUD and i instantly blow them into gibs#fucked up a medic and heavy's uber push because they werent expecting it#exploded the dispenser in front of the heavy so the heavy lost 80% of his health. shot him with one blast and dead#then chased down the medic before he could even really process what happened to be able to uber#its really fun to experiment with dumb shit and see what you can get away with#just the playerbase sucks really. keep VC and text off and sprays disabled and you might have a fun time#youre also a lot tankier due to the armour system so thats kinda neat in a way#anyway thank you for the ask anon :)#id like to play TF2 more if it werent because my laptop
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yamujiburo Ā· 1 year
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HANAMUSA (JESSIExDELIA) MASTER POST
I probably should have started doing this forever ago but I wasnā€™t sure how long I was gonna stick with drawing these comics. But I guess weā€™re in it now! This will be continually updated~ EVERYTHING UNDER THE CUT
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BEFORE YOU START:
This post is required reading about Team Rocketā€™s ages since thatā€™s usually a question that comes up a lot LOL. As for Deliaā€™s age, she is said to be 29 in Takeshi Shudoā€™s (original writer on PokĆ©mon) novel that built out the world and characters of the anime.
Next, I feel like this chart helps give the vibe of what these characters relationship is (all just headcanons except for their names and ages)!
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WHERE TO START:
Hereā€™s a post I made detailing how Jessie, James and Meowth initially start living with Delia. It also goes into what each character does in this AU. Before going into the post, you might enjoy this fanfic my girlfriend commissioned! Itā€™s based off of said post and is a more enjoyable read.
Hereā€™s also a list of headcanons!
COMICS:
Hereā€™s all the comics Iā€™ve done! The order of most of them are pretty ambiguous and up in the air but I put them in the order I kinda see in my head! There are some that do take place before Jessie and Delia start dating though! Also a few comics that have several parts but theĀ ā€œnextā€ andĀ ā€œprevā€ links will be in each comic. So Iā€™ll only link the first part of those ones in this masterpost.
Pre-Relationship
Ophidiophobia
Hairbrush
Whipped
Inquiries
Separated
First Kiss
During Relationship
Big Bed
Crumbs
Pet Clown
Iā€™d Like To
Jessica
LipstickĀ (not a comic but some fun extra dialogue for this)
Glow
Official
Stare Down
Shovel Talk
Invisible Walls
Date Night
Face Blind
One Motto Away
Snowgasboard
Deliaā€™s Got a Cold
Mr. Jessie Ketchum
Peek-At-Chu
Hands Off Pikachu!
Wine Nights with James
Beauty and the Beach
Turning Point Arc
Sunscreen
Where Do Babies Come From
Love Life
Ugly
Ace Trainers
Pikasitting
Motherā€™s Day
Fatherā€™s Day
Gift for Delia
Gift for Jessie
Jessilina Fan
Crossdressing
Hickeys
Journey Arc
Tone
Cooking Twerp
Son
Cooking Advice
Serperior Facts
Cassidyā€™s Cabin Arc
Father/Son Bonding
Glasses
Uniform
Happy Valentineā€™s Day
Wrapped
Daddy Daughter Double Battle
Splinter
Married Life
Wedding
Arbok/Weezing Reunion
Snake Eyes
MISC DRAWINGS:
Iā€™ll update this with links to my other miscellaneous drawings later!Ā 
FAQ:
What does "Hanamusa" mean?
Hanamusa is a combination of Delia and Jessie's Japanese names, Hanako and Musashi respectively.
When does this AU take place?
It takes place sometime after the Mezase PokƩmon Master/To Be a PokƩmon Master series. So all the events that happened in the series, unless retconned within the series, happened. Ash is 10 at the start of the comics.
What's the status between Jessie, James, Meowth and Giovanni/Team Rocket?
Not great terms since they were fired, but also not the worst terms. Giovanni just let the three of them go without any further issues. I will say that I've always loved the theory that Giovanni keeps Jessie specifically around because of her parentage and he as a soft spot for her that he keeps a secret. I feel like Matori was the one that got the three of them fired and Giovanni wasn't able to make an excuse for them this time (without showing nepotism/special treatment) so he was forced to let them go.
If you headcanon Delia as a lesbian, how did Ash come to be?
Delia was young when she had Ash and I hc that she just didnā€™t really explore her sexuality much! I myself didnā€™t realized I liked women until I was 18 and didnā€™t know I liked ONLY women until like 2 years ago. She got married, had a baby and realized after her husband left that she liked women (trans people exist obviously but Iā€™m also interpreting Ashā€™s father as a cis man).
Who do you think Ashā€™s dad is?
I donā€™t know and I donā€™t really care to explore it. Iā€™m going off of the novel interpretation that heā€™s just a deadbeat that left to be a trainer, failed and never came back because of the shame. Heā€™s not important.
Isnā€™t Giovanni Ashā€™s dad?
Thatā€™s a common misconception that people remember wrong from the PokĆ©mon Live show. Delia mentions she dated Giovanni but then left him and his gang after meeting Ashā€™s father. I also donā€™t consider the live show canon personally! I follow The Birth of Mewtwo timeline where Madame Boss founded Team Rocket.
Do you think Delia and Giovanni dated at least?
Nah, I think heā€™s too old for her? I always got the vibe from The Birth of Mewtwo that he was quite a bit older than Jessie and itā€™d be sus if he was dating Delia when she was married to, and had a child with her husband at 18/19. Heā€™s a bad guy but not a BAD guy.
You mentioned you still ship Jessie and James. Why not make a Jessie, James, Delia polycule?
I have a few reasons Iā€™ve mentioned before! 1. Iā€™m in super deep with this AU already and I feel itā€™d be very confusing for casual viewers of my stuff if James was added into the relationship haha. 2. Iā€™ve drawn Jessie and James together since 2011 and took this AU as an opportunity to try my hand at writing them as queer, platonic besties bc I love that interpretation of them a lot as well. 3. Iā€™m not poly myself and the way I write this ship is largely based off of my experiences with my girlfriend. I just know Iā€™d favor the Jessie/Delia of it all which isnā€™t fair and not a good interpretation of a poly relationship. All that said, I DO super enjoy seeing peoplesā€™ poly headcanons and art!
Who does James end up with in this AU?
No one. He's aroace and is happy to be single
Do Jessie and James have all their PokƩmon in this AU
I think they have all the PokƩmon that they did by the end of Mezase PokƩmon Master (all their PokƩmon that were left at HQ). Most of their released PokƩmon have stayed released and the Alola PokƩmon are still in Alola. I bring back Arbok and Weezing post-Jessie and Delia getting married. I may bring back Chimecho, Growlie and Cacnea if I think of an idea I like!
What are Meowth and James up to in this AU?
Hop back to the top of this post under the "Where to Start" section. All your questions will be answered.
Does Ash travel with anyone at this point of his life?
I don't have anyone in particular in mind! I could see him making new friends (Nemona???) or traveling with different combinations of old friends. Like him, Misty and Goh, him, Dawn and Cilan, him, Serena and Lillie etc.
Will Delia ever get over her phobia of snake PokƩmon
Not fully! I think overcoming fears is fine and good but I think real PHOBIAS are much harder to get past and I don't want to cheapen it. She slowly gets used to Jessie's Seviper specifically and gets to the point where she can pet it comfortably with Jessie in the room. But otherwise, still scared and would need that same amount of time per PokƩmon
Is Jessie gaining weight or is it just me?
Not just you! Jessie puts on a bit of relationship weight overtime as you'll see in the later comics in the timeline. Jessie grew in poverty, never knowing when her next meal would be and that continued into her life as a Team Rocket member. Once she was able to settle down (with a woman who runs her own restaurant no less) she's able to live a healthier lifestyle with regular meals and puts on some weight because of that.
Does Jessie ever feel self conscious about gaining weight?
Nope! She feels happier and healthier and hotter. She's also unreasonably excited to clear out her old clothes and get a new wardrobe.
Would Jessie and Delia ever have kids together or adopt?
Nah, Ash is enough for them! I have come up with hypothetical kids for them but they're not canon to this AU. Just a fun little thing for me.
Will you ever put this on webtoon?
Nah. People mostly ask me this because they want to read everything in the order of the timeline but to my knowledge, you canā€™t reorder chapters or installments which would defeat the purpose. I also donā€™t think nintendo fan stuff would fly there. Also, also itā€™s just extra work and another place to upload and I want to keep this all fun for myself~
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vmpyria Ā· 2 months
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alastor getting a noticeable hard on while watching you kneeling down doing something. you notice and you ummmm.. ya know.
HIS MOANS AND GRUNTS UGGGHKFNFJF I NEED HIM SO BAD
UGH, YES! IMAGINE THIS WITH ME NONNIE! i was so excited to write this, itā€™s a bit messy, but i hope itā€™s still enjoyable! you can always leave more thirsts & scenarios in my inbox! ā€” here are my ACCOUNT RULES !
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ā€œoh, hello alastor!ā€ you said cheerfully, holding a clipboard that had a to-do list, filled with tasks to handle throughout the day.
you were just doing your daily rounds when alastor came along, grinning and wishing you a good afternoon. you liked alastor a lot, what originally was a friendship seemed to be slowly morphing into something more.
but you couldnā€™t tell, it was hard to so when alastor wasnā€™t open with his emotions.
ā€œwhat do you have there, my dear?ā€ he asked, staring at your clipboard.
looking down, you smiled. ā€œoh! just some papers to fill out as well as things to do, you know..just doing my job.ā€ you said sheepishly, moving the board to one hand as you rubbed the back of your neck.
alastor seemed interested, his bright red eyes focused on you entirely.
ā€œi see! i must say, my dear. i like seeing how devoted you are to the hotel, iā€™m delighted charlie brought you in!ā€ he cheered, holding his cane.
at his praise, you smiled, adverting your gaze. you were a bit embarrassed and flushed, but he was being so nice.
ā€œthank you alastoā€” oh!ā€ you were just about to thank him for his kind words before your clipboard fell, falling right on the clip that held the papers, making them scatter on the floor.
ā€œdamn it,ā€ your muttered before dropping down on all fours to pick up the mess you made.
ā€œdarling! would you like some help?ā€ alastor called from above you, you looked over your shoulder and shook your head. ā€œno, no! iā€™m alright, how was your outing today?ā€ you asked.
alastorā€™s gaze was on you, your back was facing him and so was your behind.
the pants you wore were outlining your curves and he was getting a front row seat to the view.
heat began to spiral inside his belly, his facing flushing. ā€œit was quite alright, not much to see.ā€ he replied, trailing off at the end as he watched you reach out to grab a paper.
your back was arched and the view he already had got better.
that was, until he felt a strain in his pants.
fuck. he knew exactly what it was, he tried to believe he was much more composed and controlled, but with you? it was hard to stay that calculated.
his cock strained against the dress pants he wore, his grip on his cane got tighter as he cleared his throat.
ā€œthat sounds nice, if i have time a stroll would be fun to go on!ā€ you said, putting the papers back and clipping them before turning around on the floor.
you faced alastor and stared at his face, flushed and red! was he okay? could he be sick or something?
ā€œare you..?ā€ you asked, looking back down before looking at the bulge straining his pants. now this your off guard, ā€œalastor?ā€ you asked, staring at him with widened eyes.
he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, paralyzed in embarrassment.
he finally snapped back, ā€œexcuse me will you! i have something to take care of, talk again soon, perhaps!ā€ he quickly, said wanting to take care of the warming lust he felt.
quickly you got on your feet and grabbed his hand, ā€œno! come with me. let me help you. ā€ you said, now grinning at him. your room was just a few doors down.
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moans left your lips as your body was pressed against your warm bed, hands gripping alastorā€™s shoulders as he rutted himself inside you.
ā€œo-oh, fuck!ā€ you squealed.
you had never expected him to have it in him! to be fucking your smaller body into the mattress, having you cry out desperately.
alastorā€™s face was nuzzled into your neck, animalistic grunts leaving his lips as your cunt tightened around his cock.
his hands gripped your hips, claws digging into your plush skin.
his hips slapped against yours, leaving you into a babbling mess. yours grip on him was tight, moaning into his ear while your legs were wrapped around his hips, keeping him close to you.
just as he thrusted, you felt the tip of his cock knock against your g-spot, the spongy spot having your cry out loudly.
ā€œalastooor!ā€ you drawled out, a grin coming to your lips, this mightā€™ve been the best fuck youā€™ve had in all of these years in hell.
alastor muttered, his balls slapping against your skin, his body was hot. as your walls clung tightly around him, alastor was close, really fucking close.
giving you a heads up, alastor didnā€™t care to pull out.
stuffing you full with his cum, leaving you tired and shaky, smiling weakly as him as your legs were apart, showing off the mess he had left.
alastor grinned, ā€œdarling, you were so good to me!ā€ he hummed, his hands slipping from abdomen to your thighs.
you wouldā€™ve replied, but truthfully you felt worn.
pushing your thighs apart even further, alastor lowered himself to your glistening stuffed cunt. your gaze was on him, ā€œwhat are you doing?ā€ you asked, alastor only smiled before pressing his lips against your sensitive clit.
your body jolted in response, a moan slipping past your lips loudly.
ā€œi have to make sure youā€™re pleased, that wouldnā€™t be fair other wise. right, my dear?ā€
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rafeandonlyrafe Ā· 2 months
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good boy
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warnings: established relationship, marriage, protective!rafe, (guard??) dog, fluffy
ā€œrafe, it's literally two weeks. ill be fine!ā€ you say, folding his clothes, having dumped out his suitcase onto the bed to reorganize it when you saw how he packed it, just chucking things in.
ā€œtwo weeks where im a hours away from you by plane.ā€ rafe sighs, watching you carefully repack his suitcase as he pouts on the bed, not wanting to leave you.
ā€œyou know, cameron, i lived a whole 20 years before meeting you.ā€ you point out, knowing while rafes concern comes from his love for you, it will completely overwhelm what is supposed to be an enjoyable family vacation and leave him miserable the whole time.
ā€œi don't see why you can't just come with me.ā€ rafe groans, flopping back against the bed. you smile and round the bed to where his head is resting against the pillows. you press a smooch to his forehead, rubbing your hand over his head, petting at his soft hair.
ā€œbaby, it's just for your family. you know that.ā€ it's not like you don't want to accompany rafe to a tropical paradise, but you would feel way too awkward intruding.
ā€œwhat if something happens to you? and im not here to protect you? id be the worst fiancee ever.ā€ rafe grabs your head from rubbing his head, holding up the ring on your finger for him to admire.
ā€œnothing will happen. nothing ever happens here.ā€ you laugh. you're not sure what crime is like on the other side of the island, but your neighborhood is incredibly safe.
ā€œim still worried.ā€ rafe sighs. ā€œyou in that big house all alone.ā€
ā€œim gonna spend 99% of the time wedding planning.ā€ you hum, thinking about the tabs pulled open on your laptop of different venues, dresses, and color palettes.
that finally gets rafe to crack a smile. ā€œcan't wait to marry you.ā€ rafe says earnestly. he only proposed a month ago, some people would say that you were too young to get married, but rafe knew when you came into his life and turned everything around for him that he had to put a ring on your finger.
ā€œi can't wait either.ā€ you bend down to press a kiss to rafes lips. ā€œbut seriously we need to talk about your packing before we tie the knot, why do you only have one pair of shorts packed for an island?ā€
-- two years later --
ā€œremember those two weeks you left before we were engaged? it's not really much longer. you should go, baby. it's a good opportunity.ā€ you are sat on rafes lap, back pressed against his chest as he scrolls through his email.
ā€œit's just work, and it's a whole lot longer than two weeks. i don't want to leave you here alone for over a month.ā€ rafe closes out of the email, making you sigh.
ā€œi was fine for those two weeks, ill be fine now. promise. i think you should go! it's a big conference.ā€ you turn sideways on his lap so you can look rafe in the eye. ā€œbesides, it's still six months away. plenty of time to prepare.ā€
ā€œprepare?ā€ rafe raises his eyebrows. ā€œso you'd be good with security cams around the whole house and personal security?ā€
ā€œcameras on the outside and hell no. you don't want some random guys watching after me do you?ā€
you can see the gears turning in rafes head as he frowns. ā€œyeah, you're right. no men.ā€
ā€œso you'll go?ā€ you smile. rafe closes his eyes for a brief moment before nodding.
ā€œyay!ā€ you squeal. you're not excited to be left alone, and you love being around your husband more than anything, but the work trip is a big deal, and you know he'll be kicking himself if he misses out on such a good opportunity.
--
ā€œrafey?ā€ you call, eyes sweeping across the living room as you enter your shared home, a head full of fresh highlights.
ā€œhubby?ā€ you call out, continuing deeper into the house until you see movement through the glass door leading towards the backyard, but it's not the typical roll of the ocean against the shore.
ā€œrafe?ā€ you question as you open the door. you expected to find him in his office, where he was before you left for the beauty salon.
rafe smiles, waiting for your eyes to look down, and when you finally see what is sitting at rafes feet, you let out a gasp.
ā€œoh my gosh!ā€ you squeal.Ā 
ā€œwifey, meet max. our new australian shepherd.ā€ rafe gives a command with his hand, that has max running towards you.
you sink to your knees as the young dog excitedly greets you, licking at your hands as you pet him.
ā€œhi maxey.ā€ you coo at the dog, you're guessing around two years old, with max being full size but still having some young features.
ā€œrafe, you didn't tell me you were getting us a dog!ā€ you stand up, max following close behind as you rush to give your husband a hug.
ā€œi have a confession.ā€ rafe says, his hands looped around your waist. you frown, worried that max was just a foster and you'd have to give him back, or that something went wrong with the adoption. you often talked about getting pets before getting married, but wanted to wait a little bit, and then time just slipped away and before you knew it, you were over a year into your marriage.Ā 
ā€œwhat?ā€ you whine out.
ā€œive been working with a trainer behind your back. i wanted to make sure max was ready before we chose him for sure. he knows commands, me, your scent, our house. everything. he knows his primary responsibility is to protect you and our property.ā€
ā€œoh my gosh!ā€ you slap rafe in the chest, surprised that he was able to keep such a secret from you. ā€œhow could you do all that without telling me?ā€ you laugh, not angry, but surprised that he was able to orchestrate everything.
you don't wait for rafe to explain how he was able to find so much time, stepping out of his hold to kneel down and continue petting max.
ā€œwe have some more training sessions so he can learn with you as well.ā€ rafe further explains, also leaning down to pet max behind the ears as he pants excitedly at his new owners.
--
ā€œwhat is it maxy?ā€ you ask as he lifts his head up, looking around the living room. ā€œyou miss your daddy?ā€
you sigh as max lets out a sad sounding huff, petting your hand over his head, scratching at his neck which you know is his favorite. rafe has been gone on his business trip for a month now, with only a week and a half left until he returns home.
max suddenly jumps off the couch, eyes on the backyard. he lets out a bark, claws clicking on the hardwood floor as he moves to the glass door. he lets out another bark, making you stand.
ā€œwhat is it boy?ā€ you ask, looking out the window.
max lets out another bark, this one the familiar territorial bark that heā€™s practiced in his training with you and rafe. you know the only reason that rafe feels safe enough leaving you home is that max is a great guard dog.
you get closer to the window, squinting your eyes to try and see in the darkness when you sudden jump back with a scream as a squirrel runs across your patio, causing max to bark and run along the glass door until it scatters into the yard.
ā€œholy shit, maxy, you scared the shit out of me.ā€ you press your hand to your chest before kneeling down, scratching behind his ears. ā€œit was just a squirrel.ā€ you reassure him with a pat.
your heart rate is just starting to calm down from the fright when you hear the front door open. max instantly takes off with you following after him, letting out a sigh of relief when you see rafe standing in the foyer.
ā€œbaby.ā€ he sighs happily, setting his suitcase down as you run into his arms, pressing your lips together. ā€œi missed you so much.ā€
ā€œi missed you too, what are you doing home though?ā€ you ask, giving him another kiss before he can answer.
ā€œthey didnā€™t need me for the rest of the week, decided to get home to my lady.ā€ max barks, making rafe lean down to pet him, still holding you up. ā€œand my good boy too, of course.ā€
ā€œso happy to have you home.ā€ you nuzzle your nose into rafes neck, inhaling the familiar scent that you missed so much.Ā 
ā€œhappy to be back with you, wifey.ā€ rafe says, carrying you further into the house.
ā€œoh, and you will be very happy to know maxy did a great job protecting me while you were gone.ā€ you tell rafe. it mostly involved max barking in warning at any delivery guy or car turning around in your driveway, but his presence did help making you feel safer and less loney.
ā€œhopefully not too good.ā€ rafe huffs as he looks at your pet. ā€œcanā€™t have him replacing me now.ā€
you giggle, surprised rafe can manage to be jealous of your dog. ā€œnever.ā€ you swear, pressing another kiss to his lips.
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multifandomfanatic02 Ā· 14 days
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"You Don't Own Me."
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pairing : Alastor x overlord!reader
summary : A new overlord has came to play in Hell, you. Alastor took notice in how many souls you've accrued in such a short time. He has to let you know where you stood in the overlord hierarchy, however things don't go the way he originally planned.
warnings : slight blood play ig? Idk. Author trying to edge the reader :)) not proofread
word count : 900
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You hadn't been in Hell for long but it felt as if you belonged. It didn't take long before you started catching the hearts of the sinners. A lot happily giving up their souls to simply breathe the same sulfuric air as you. The way you used these souls was unique. You weren't mean or evil in anyway shape or form. In fact, you were often seen as an inspiration.
The overlords in Pentagram City were a different story. None of them liked the way you shot up the hierarchy without even trying. Instilling fear was what got them where they were at and they weren't going to give up their seat to a goody-two-shoes like you. Your methods interested one overlord in particular, Alastor. Despite literally being stuck in the past, he was quite the open-minded demon.
He didn't know whether or not to applaud you or challenge you. Your talent would be useful. He wanted you for himself. And for years he fought to claim your soul and make a deal. And not once out of the hundreds of proposals did he convince you it was a good idea. The two of you slowly started to develop a strange relationship. Nothing romantic but there was definitely tension. While he didn't own your soul, you were often in each other's company.
It was like mutualistic relationship. He staved off the overly pushy overlords constantly offering you a job; jobs that would obviously make you uncomfortable. In turn, you offered your assistance in a lot of his business. It came with pros and cons like any other agreement. He was extremely possessive of you. You were treated like precious property. You had enough. There was no reason for this behavior. Typically it didn't bother you, but something snapped.
"Alastor. You do not own my soul. I'm not property that you can toy with. I should be allowed to go wherever I please." You crossed your arms in frustration hearing him explain why he didn't want you in the Vees territory.
"Darling, you know I hold you with upmost respect. It's got nothing to do with you being property. I understand you are immune to Vox's hypnosis spell. It's not him I'm worried about. My worry is of Vox's plaything, Valentino." He gripped your wrist, leaning ever so slightly to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Understand that you are a sight to behold in the entirety of Hell. Valentino, is not honorable in his job as I, my dear. Without the proper protection, you might as well be an easy target." His breath ghosted your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
It's like he forgot who you were, what you were capable of. It was time to show him how that talent of yours has affected him over time. And trust when you say, it did.
"Oh Alastor, I think you forget as to how I became an overlord in the first place. The feminine charm that you oh so fear backfiring on me is why you have been by my side after all these years." You wrapped your fingers around his bow tie, pulling him down to your level. An enchanting smile creeping up on your face as Alastor's expression glitched out from the bold action. The other hand running through his hair making him let out a soft purr. His eyes focused on yours trying to determine your next move before you could decide.
To his surprise, you gently pressed your lips against his. His head was dizzy with confusion and guilty enjoyment. Your lips trailed down his neck, biting down a bit. Enough for his blood to trickle down. Your hands were now trading between playing with his hair and drawing small circles on the back of his neck. Your lips returned to his, smearing the blood from your tongue as if it were a beautiful crimson lipstick. The poor guy was so touch starved, he gave in to the sudden intrusion of affection. He couldn't do anything but allow you to press his buttons.
Your tongue ran over your lips, swallowing whatever blood was left on them. You took a step back to view the obvious mess you've made. Alastor's eyes were dazed as if he was in another world. His face beet red nearly matching the color of his suit. It was such an unusual sight to see on him. And you managed to do it.
"My my, Alastor, you look like you would be willing to sell me your soul just readingthe look on your face." You held your hand to your lips to cover the laugh attempting to escape. "How the tables have turned, dear." A joke of course, he would never actua-
"Yes." His ears dropped to the back of his head, still standing at your level. No sign of humor on his face.
"I'm sorry, what?" You blinked dumbfounded, mouth agape.
"I will give you my soul, but only if I'm the only one to experience that from you." Your face flushed from his proposal. Alastor had actually submitted to you because of a single kiss? But it wasn't JUST a kiss to him. It forced out desires he had been holding in for a long time. Now more than ever was he determined to have you be his. It didn't matter as to how anymore.
"You've got yourself deal, Al."
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a/n: I know this one is short, it was more of an experiment because of a dream that I had. However if you like this concept, I'd be more than happy to build upon it in the future.
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userlando Ā· 9 months
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cherry wine ā€” lando norris
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lando norris x fem!reader [6.8k] summary: this is what you got for humouring him. lando was bored during the break and needed something to latch onto, it was just unfortunate timing that heā€™d become weirdly obsessed with your journey toā€¦ climax. warnings: 18+Ā best friends to lovers, explicit smut, experimental masturbation, sex toys, public sex, oral sex (f receiving), inexperienced reader a/n: okay so HEAVILY requested and it was a lot of fun to write this so i hope you find this equally enjoyable to read it!! thank you for all your love lately, it makes my heart sososo happy. as always, don't be a ghost reader, i'd love to hear your thoughts :) ily enjoy
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You walked quickly, one foot in front of the other to put some space between you and the restaurant youā€™d just been spending the past godforsaken hour in. The shoes you were wearing pinched your toes uncomfortably and you willed yourself to hold out for just a few more moments as your phone vibrated in your hand.
I see you, the text read and you looked around the dark street before landing on the McLaren parked by the curb on the other side of the street. It wasnā€™t hard to miss, given how incredibly flashy and shiny it looked under the street lamp.
You hurried over, like the guy was going to come out of the restaurant and chase you, opening the door and taking a seat with an exaggerated sigh, happy that the night was over and you were in a safe space again. You reached over and slipped your shoes off with a grumble, sitting upright and finally looking over at your best friend behind the wheel.
Lando was giving you a half-amused look, eyebrows raised with one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his phone. His jaw was working incessantly on the piece of gum, and it was annoying you how it seemed to add to the smugness he was radiating. You gritted your teeth and gestured with your hand to the wheel.
ā€œCouldnā€™t you have picked another car?ā€ You asked, referring to the over the top McLaren you were currently sitting in.
ā€œYou say that as if I have more cars to choose from.ā€ Lando turned the key in the ignition. ā€œBesides, youā€™re the one who hates the Jolly.ā€
You grimaced because he was right, it was a humours looking thing and though your friend drove for a living, it was the most unsafe youā€™d felt while sitting in it. The car didnā€™t even have seatbelts or doors.
ā€œCan we get smoothies on the way home?ā€ You asked, changing the subject and it didnā€™t go unnoticed by Lando who threw you a sideways glance as he pulled out of the parking spot. ā€œIā€™m dying for something cold.ā€
ā€œSure.ā€ He nodded slowly and you knew what he was waiting for but you werenā€™t in the mood to indulge him just yet.
The date had been a disaster, as had all the other four previous dates. Youā€™d let him choose the place, not expecting the extravagant restaurant with the overpriced menu but youā€™d brushed it off because you - quite frankly - refused to have another failed date. The night hadnā€™t gone better though.
ā€œSo, are you gonna make me beg?ā€ Lando broke the drawn out silence, shooting you a half smile. ā€œWhat was wrong with him this time?ā€
ā€œHe claimed to have forgotten his wallet.ā€ You sucked your teeth in mild irritation. ā€œWe only had drinks before he was shamelessly staring at the waitresses arses and making them feel uncomfortable.ā€
Lando made a sound in his throat that sounded a lot like sympathy and you were grateful for it. He had a habit of poking fun at your disastrous dates and sometimes you allowed it because they were comically bad. But he could also recognise when the time wasnā€™t right and it definitely wasnā€™t, this time.
ā€œHe sounds like a twat.ā€ He took a turn into your favourite convenience store and shot you a searching glance. ā€œDonā€™t tell me you paid for him.ā€
You rolled your eyes. ā€œOf course not, I paid for my part and then hid in the restrooms to call you.ā€
Not to mention the fact that the man had become so pissed that he wasnā€™t even there when youā€™d gotten out of the restrooms, not even bothering to stay around to hear your well rehearsed excuse. They had started to flow so naturally, with how many times youā€™ve had to use them.
Something about that made you very bitter and also hopeless.
ā€œGood girl.ā€ Lando reached over to pat your thigh. ā€œDonā€™t let fuckheads like him walk all over you.ā€
You huffed out a humourless laugh, swatting his hand away and watching him unbuckle his seatbelt before reaching for his wallet between you. Lando paused and glanced up at you.
ā€œThe usual?ā€ He asked, rather uselessly because you never picked anything else than mango flavoured smoothies.
But you still humoured him with a nod and watched him climb out and head for the store. You watched him in silence, tearing your eyes away when they started drifting down and scolding yourself for checking your best friend out. What the hell was wrong with you?
You told yourself it was because of the long line of failed dates. Monaco was full of twats and rich snobs who couldnā€™t see past their noses. It was hard to not take it personally though and you were starting to enter the dangerous territory of self doubt. Maybe you were the one who was too picky, or boring or even too inexperienced to know what to do with men who showed an ounce of interest in you.
Adulthood was truly a rude awakening.
The scuffle of shoes against pavement drew you out of your thoughts and you looked to your side just in time for Lando to open the door and climb inside. He was juggling two cups and a inconspicuous plastic bag so you hurried to grab the cups from him before he ruined the beautiful and expensive interior.
ā€œWhatā€™s that?ā€ You asked, curiosity getting the better of you, nodding at the plastic bag as you took a sip of your drink.
There was something in Landoā€™s face that unnerved you a bit, making you frown when he plucked his cup from your hands and thrust the bag into it instead. Whatever was in the bag was a little heavy, but your interest was piqued enough to set the cup in the holder and peer inside.
It took a second for you to realise what you were looking at, feeling your body go up in flames when your eyes finally registered what was sitting in front of you.
ā€œLando!ā€ You yelped, letting go of the bag like it had burnt you. ā€œWhy ā€” What ā€”ā€œ You scrunched your nose as your friend cackled, rather amused by your reaction. ā€œDid you get that from the store?ā€
He nodded with the straw between his lips, looking all kinds of cheeky and you reached over to slap at his arm.
ā€œI didnā€™t even know they sold things like these in there.ā€ You looked down at your lap where the bag was resting, frowning a little dubiously at it like it was gonna come alive and bite you.
ā€œThey do.ā€ He said, rather unhelpfully. ā€œI wonā€™t be able to look Mr. Lorenzi in the eyes after that but it was worth it.ā€
You let out a small laugh at the thought before you went quiet, separating the flaps of the bag and reaching inside.
Bullet vibrator, discover a happy you.
The slogan made you snort unattractively, waving the packaging in your hand and hearing it rattle as you gave the curly haired man a bemused stare.
ā€œWhy would you buy this?ā€ You asked, letting him grab the offending thing from your hand when he reached for it.
He turned it in his hand, looking all too happy about it that it made something weird swirl in your stomach. You busied yourself with taking a sip of your smoothie, but it tasted like ashes in your mouth all of a sudden.
ā€œItā€™s for you.ā€ He said and you rolled your eyes. ā€œWhat? Itā€™s a neat looking thing. Itā€™s in coral and itā€™s gotā€¦ Twenty functions! Fuck me.ā€
His voice went up in slight wonder and the whole situation felt so bizarre that you couldnā€™t even find the right words to use.
ā€œWhy would you buy that for me?ā€ You asked, a little irked and Lando mustā€™ve sensed the shift of tone in your voice because he glanced up from where heā€™d been reading from the packaging, eyes a little wide in the darkness.
ā€œYouā€™ve told me about your problem.ā€ He said, slowly like he was choosing his words carefully. ā€œThis might help you along a bit.ā€
ā€œYou promised not to throw that in my face!ā€ You squeaked, feeling your face warm up and Lando jumped when you shot your hand out to slap him.
ā€œIā€™m not!ā€ He loudly protested. ā€œIā€™m not making fun of you, Iā€™m just saying. This will make you come.ā€
You slapped your hands to your face, not even caring about the makeup youā€™d spent hours putting on, and groaned loudly in hopes to make him shut up. It wasnā€™t like this was the first time you talked openly about sex, but you didnā€™t really like it when your masturbation habits were the topic. It was odd.
ā€œIā€™ll never drink again.ā€ You promised but you both knew it was a lie.
It had been a small moment of vulnerability, one that you barely remembered but you could recount the embarrassing parts and thatā€™s what made you feel a little sick to your stomach. Youā€™d come home after a late night of drinking and the both of you had sat face to face on his couch and talked about anything between the heavens and earth. You didnā€™t even know how it came up in conversation, but Lando wasnā€™t gonna stop you as you confided in him about your issues.
Okay, so maybe you had a hard time making yourself finish. Maybe you were more inexperienced than the average twenty something year old, but you werenā€™t ashamed of it. You were well and truly aware that everyone were in different stages of their lives but it still made you a little sad sometimes.
Especially when your dates turned out to be pits.
ā€œJust take it, bug.ā€ Lando slipped the package into the plastic bag and placed it in your lap. He started the engine and you took some comfort in the rumble of it. ā€œLet me know how it goes.ā€
* * * *
itā€™s a 2/10
You fired off the text before you could overthink it, letting your phone fall to your stomach as you glanced at the offending phallic shape on your bed. Maybe you werenā€™t in the right headspace, or maybe it was just wrong for you. But it definitely didnā€™t feel right and youā€™d given up after twenty minutes of nothing but frustration.
The vibration of your phone made you jump slightly and you picked it up.
nooooo
did you give it a real try though?
of course I did, you melt
itā€™s just not working
The next time you saw Lando, was when Max had invited your group of friends for a pub crawl. Max had already ordered a round when you came stumbling in, a little late and warm from having hurried all the way over from your apartment. You went around to greet everyone with kisses and pats to the shoulders before taking a seat in the booth beside Lando.
He draped an arm over the backrest and poked you in the shoulder, prompting you to look up at him.
ā€œI have something for you.ā€ He said and you frowned at the smile on his face, shaking your head when recognition struck you.
You glanced around the table to make sure no one was listening in before leaning into him. Landoā€™s eyes flitted to your mouth when you got close and you did your best to ignore it and the flicker of heat in your belly.
Christ, you really needed to get laid. There was no way that you were finding your best friend hot. The very same best friend whoā€™d burp in your face after having fizzy drinks and pee with the bathroom door open because he knew the sound of the stream made your skin crawl.
ā€œNot again.ā€ You whispered, a little sternly because you werenā€™t going to be put through that again.
But you figured that this is what you got for humouring him. Lando was bored during the race break and needed something to latch onto, it was just unfortunate timing that heā€™d become weirdly obsessed with your journey toā€¦ climax.
ā€œThis oneā€™s supposed to be better.ā€ He said, like thatā€™d help you change your mind. ā€œItā€™s aā€¦ stimulator.ā€
ā€œDo I even wanna know what itā€™s supposed to stimulate?ā€ You asked quietly, like your cheeks werenā€™t already fifteen degrees hotter.
It was clear that Lando was enjoying this way more than you were, smile too cheeky and happy and his cheeks were flushed. It couldā€™ve been from the alcohol heā€™d consumed, judging by his breath but you knew that he wasnā€™t a lightweight.
Lando glanced down at you and your eyes widened at the smirk playing on his lips, placing both your hands over your crotch.
ā€œI think you know.ā€ He whispered, giggling a little when you pushed at him.
Thatā€™s how you found yourself staring at the new packaging on your bed, eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. You didnā€™t really know how something called a clit sucker was supposed to get you there and you really didnā€™t want to know where Lando had gotten it from.
You knew that if he kept this up, youā€™d end up with a nightstand drawer full of sex toys that did absolute fuckall to do their job. Maybe the few drinks youā€™d had earlier would help you relax a bit.
So with that in mind, you yanked your pants off and laid back on your bed, legs a little spread and eyes fastened on the ceiling. You tried to ignore the dread filling your stomach as you brought the toy between your legs, holding the button with the pad of your finger until it buzzed to life.
ā€œShit.ā€ You swore quietly as you directed it between your legs, kind of enjoying the buzzing as you moved it around.
The moment it touched your clit, you jumped and moved your hand away. That hadnā€™t felt as good as youā€™d hoped, and you sighed in slight irritation.
It was like the universe was in on some kind of sick joke to make your life a living hell, because your phone vibrated on your nightstand and you glanced over to see Landoā€™s name on your screen. You ignored it, turning yourself around and laying down on your stomach to give it a second try.
The toy was still buzzing, making a sound that was a little bit distracting but also easy enough to ignore as you went under your panties this time. You knew that you shouldā€™ve probably worked yourself up or even invested in lube because you were everything but turned on at the moment. And not to mention how the dry silicone only made it all the more unpleasant.
Your phone vibrated again, another incoming text and you buried your head into your pillow to groan out loud before tossing the toy away. You watched it roll over the edge of the bed, landing on the floor with a clatter that made you grimace.
you tried it yet? ;)
Iā€™m guessing by the silence that you have
It took a great amount of control to not roll your eyes at the winky face. You also refused to smile at how you couldā€™ve easily imagined his face right now.
youā€™re taking an awful lot of interest in my sex life, itā€™s creeping me out
Iā€™m guessing you didnā€™tā€¦.
???
get yourself all the way over there
Jesus. The amount of embarrassment you felt could probably be seen all over your face and you were suddenly grateful that this wasnā€™t a face to face talk. You sat up and leaned against the headboard with an exhale.
How were you supposed to say no, I didnā€™t fucking come, without actually typing the words? Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.
1/10
The reply was immediate, like heā€™d been sitting with the text conversation open and waiting for your reply.
oh what?! disappointing! weā€™ll do better next time
You pulled a pillow into your lap and hid a smile in it.
The next time, turned out to be five days later when heā€™d managed to pull you out of another horrendous date. The date itself had been fine, but the guy was everything but aware of his personal hygiene and it made you grit your teeth every time he smiled and flashed those murky chompers at you from across the table.
Lando laughed until he cried on the way home when you recalled the date, and you had to calm him down before he veered you both off the road. Heā€™d only just gotten his car and you werenā€™t too keen to see it in a ditch.
ā€œIā€™m swearing off of men.ā€ You said when he turned into your street, making Lando snort. ā€œWhat? I am. Iā€™m convinced all the good guys are taken.ā€
Lando reached a hand out without taking his eyes off the road, pinching you in the side and making you squeak in indignation.
ā€œThanks for that.ā€ He said sarcastically, referring to himself and his very available relationship status. ā€œAnd youā€™re not swearing off of guys, are you mad? You just need to have patience.ā€
ā€œIā€™ve already had plenty of patience, thank you. I donā€™t have any more in me to spare.ā€ You rooted around in your bag for a hair tie, huffing when you found one to tie your hair up and out of the way. ā€œI already put up with your stupid arse.ā€
ā€œHey!ā€ He pouted and you smiled in apology. ā€œYou love me. And youā€™ll love me even more when you see what I gotā€”ā€œ
He paused to reach into the backseat, and you watched with a slight bemused smile as he dug around until he made a sound of delight, sitting back in his seat. Your eyes zeroed in on the package in his hand, shaking your head before he even said anything.
ā€œNot again.ā€ You said in a whine, pushing the cardboard package away when he went to hand it to you. ā€œWeā€™re not doing this.ā€
Lando blew out a breath, pushing it more insistently until you relented and grabbed it from his hold. It was surprisingly heavy for such a small box.
ā€œIā€™ve read that this is a game changer.ā€ He said, looking a little too proud and it made you grin despite yourself. ā€œLook, itā€™s even shaped like a rose, how cool is that?ā€
ā€œMate, youā€™ve got way too much spare time on your hands.ā€ You giggled when he narrowed his eyes at you. ā€œFine. But you have to promise to let it go if this doesnā€™t work out.ā€
Lando opened his mouth to protest, shutting it quickly at your stern look and nodding once. It didnā€™t look believable in the slightest.
ā€œOkay. Yeah, promise.ā€ He said and you nodded, reaching over the console to press a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek in thanks for saving you yet again.
You climbed out of the car and closed the door, waiting until heā€™d rolled the window down all way. There was mischief written all over his face and somehow you knew he was gonna say something obnoxious as parting words.
ā€œI expect updates tonight.ā€ He said, wagging his eyebrows and you smiled, turning around before he could see how absolutely flustered you became.
ā€œDonā€™t hold your breath.ā€ You shouted over your shoulder, walking up to your apartment complex.
Once you were inside, you grabbed a quick shower to wash the night away and poured yourself a sad looking bowl of cereal before getting into bed with your laptop in your hands. It was still early, too early to sleep so you figured a few episodes of a show wouldnā€™t ruin your sleep too much.
It proved to be too boring for your overactive mind. Youā€™d devoured the cereal and was now laying, sunken down in bed with your mind wandering and attention not at all on what was happening on the screen. You hit the space bar button to pause, eyes drifting to your nightstand where the newest toy sat, innocently but so mocking.
You narrowed your eyes at it, staring for a minute before you reached for it and pushed the laptop off to the side.
ā€œFucking Lando.ā€ You cursed him quietly, ripping the package open and fishing the innocent looking rose out.
It was pink, on the verge of red and it looked very pretty to be a vibrator. You located the button, holding it down until it came to life and your eyes climbed to your forehead as you pressed on the button again; cycling through the different powers and rhythms.
It felt like clockwork, sinking down into bed and closing your eyes with a deep breath. A frown etched itself on your face when you reached into your sweats and underwear with it, feeling it buzz away until you located your clit and the strength of the vibrations made you gasp.
It wasnā€™t too much too soon, but kind of perfect and a spark of hope flared in your chest as you thought that, maybe this was it. Maybe youā€™d found the toy that would bring you high enough and tip you over the edge.
A little moan left your lips as you closed your eyes, letting the toy do its work and you couldnā€™t help but smile slightly at the pleasant feeling. Youā€™d never really gotten the joys of female masturbation when your friends talked about it, but you were starting to.
Your newfound hope didnā€™t blossom into anything bigger though, because it took about ten minutes before you realised that you wouldnā€™t be taken much further than you already were. It felt good, but it wasnā€™t mind blowing. And frustration started to seep into your pores before you angrily yanked your hand out and tossed the toy away after switching it off.
You reached for your phone, teeth gritted because you wouldnā€™t cry out of frustration. You wouldnā€™t.
maybe a life of celibacy is healthier for me
The response came in a minute later.
donā€™t be stupid
was it that bad?
it wasā€¦ fine. but it wasnā€™t enough
There was no reply after that, and you chewed your lip. Maybe youā€™d gone too far with discussing your masturbation and lack of orgasms with Lando. Youā€™d been best friends for so long that the lines were starting to blur. Youā€™d never known any boundaries between the two of you, and thatā€™s how you both liked it. But there was something different about this whole thing. It felt different.
Your phone vibrated once again and you glanced down.
Iā€™ll do more research
The text made you smile despite yourself.
we wonā€™t give up
A week later, you found yourself up in the mountains overlooking Monaco. Lando was sitting beside you, dressed nicely in a suit that heā€™d definitely ruined by sitting on the grass and you were in a dress that looked pretty but was a little stifling to wear. There had been a gala earlier tonight and Lando had begged you to come with him, even though the both of you despised anything that had to do with overpriced champagne and snooty people.
Youā€™d had a good time despite yourselves, bumping into a few friends from the grid and dancing the night away before it was time to call it a night. Lando hadnā€™t been ready to go home just yet though, so youā€™d driven out to your favourite spot in the city.
The lights from the houses and the marina was glittering, the water so mesmerising that you couldnā€™t tear your eyes away. It was a beautiful night, not too hot but pleasantly nice.
ā€œI have another date on Wednesday.ā€ You told Lando, breaking the comfortable silence.
The man in question turned his head to look at you, and you saw his eyebrows furrow in mild intrigue.
ā€œAnother loser?ā€ He joked, but his tone felt a little too flat and it made something weird turn in your stomach.
Usually he was way more interested and would fire off multiple questions before asking to see pictures. You chalked it up to him being tired from a long evening and hummed, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder.
He immediately turned his head and pressed his lips against the top of your skull, like he was on autopilot. It was something he often did, but it still managed to make your heart jump a little.
ā€œHe seems nice.ā€ You told him truthfully. ā€œProbably not a relationship type, but he seems like a good time.ā€
Your hair ruffled when Lando huffed out a humourless laugh and there was something so off about it that it made you pick your head up from his shoulder and look at him in confusion.
ā€œWhat?ā€ You asked, feeling a little defensive all of a sudden. ā€œIā€™m trying to think positive.ā€
ā€œWhy donā€™t you hold off a bit on the dating? Let the guys come to you instead.ā€ He suggested, glancing away from your probing eyes.
You could read him too well and it unnerved Lando beyond belief.
ā€œIā€™ve tried that, it doesnā€™t work. I either get someone who doesnā€™t know what basic hygiene is, or someone who flirts with other people in front of me, a guy who snaps at waiters and not to mention the men who find out Iā€™m friends with the Lando Norris and will go above and beyond to have a chance to meet you.ā€
ā€œDonā€™t say that.ā€ He grimaced and you pulled back a bit, crossing your arms over your chest.
ā€œDonā€™t say what?ā€
ā€œMy name like itā€™s something inconvenient for you.ā€ He took in your pinched facial expression and softened his tone a bit. ā€œIā€™m just saying you deserve way better than what these tossers can offer you.ā€
You stayed quiet, opting to lay down on your back with a sigh instead. He was right, but you werenā€™t about to say it out loud.
Lando wouldnā€™t have that though, laying down on his side and propping his elbow on the grass to stare at you. You tried to hold back the smile threatening to spill, because he was hovering over you and looking adorable that it was impossible to stay annoyed.
ā€œAre you mad at me?ā€ He asked, smiling like he knew the answer was in the negative because he was well aware that you could never stay angry with him. ā€œYou canā€™t stay mad at me, Iā€™m too cute.ā€
You placed your palm against his face and pushed at it, hearing and feeling him laugh against your hand until he reached to grab and yank it away from his face.
He turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, the gesture all too intimate for it to be between two best friends and it took everything in your power to not read into his small gesture. You held your breath when he turned your hand over and gazed at it, face contemplative; Lips downturned in thought and brows knitted together.
ā€œHave you used your hands before?ā€ He asked and you smiled in slight confusion, not expecting the odd question.
ā€œNo, I use my feet.ā€
Lando pinched the thin skin of your wrist in retaliation and you squeaked out a laugh.
ā€œI meant forā€¦ Your experiments.ā€ He grimaced at the words and you knew he used that to lessen the embarrassment from your part. It didnā€™t do much though, not with the way he was staring at you like he was looking into your soul.
You held your breath, staring at his face and you knew that yours was heating up faster than you could blink. But it was hard to look away from the way his pupils were starting to expand, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth in what you knew was a nervous tick.
ā€œI wouldnā€™t know how.ā€ You told him truthfully after a long stretch of silence. There was no way for you to correctly use your fingers on yourself when a toy couldn't give you an orgasm.
"Do you want me to show you how?" He asked, voice quiet and you could feel your eyes widen before you could stop them.
There was a moment where you thought you'd heard wrong, that your sanity had finally gone out the window but Lando was looking at you like he was waiting for a response and there was some conflict in his eyes that you were sure that your eyes were reflecting.
What did this mean for your friendship? Would this ruin everything? What if he just wanted to satisfy his own fucked up needs and then pretend like nothing happened? Those were questions that you wanted to ask, but it wasn't what came out of your mouth when you opened it.
"Yes."
Lando looked as surprised as you felt, like he hadn't expected you to agree to his insane proposition but it didnā€™t mean that he felt immense relief. He hadnā€™t really thought of how heā€™d react or what to even say if you had turned him down. All he really knew was that this had been playing in his mind ever since that damned night when youā€™d confessed to him. He couldnā€™t get the image of him between your legs since then.
He hadnā€™t expected to feel a surge of jealousy when you started going on your dates, but heā€™d hated every minute of it. It had only lessened the sting a bit when he realised that they were all essentially going nowhere and that Lando was the one who got to pick you up at the end of the night. Minus the fact that he hated how down you were after the dates. But he had the opportunity to be there and cheer you up whenever you needed it, so he counted that as a win. Anything that involved your smile that he was the reason for, was a win.
They were new feelings, but Lando suspected that theyā€™d been laying dormant since your teenage years. Theyā€™d only ever surfaced when you talked to potential boyfriends, but he always managed to squash those feelings before they grew into something ugly and act like nothing was bothering him.
Thatā€™s probably why Landoā€™s hand was shaking a bit when it found a home on your thigh, slowly pushing up the silk of your dress and he couldnā€™t bring himself to look away from your face; caught in your stare. He could see how nervous you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth and chest moving with every quick breath you took.
Lando stopped momentarily because maybe you didnā€™t really want this. You looked almost scared, and that was enough for him to withdraw. What he didnā€™t expect was for your hand to find a place on the back of his head, messing up his perfectly styled curls and bringing him closer to your face.
It didnā€™t take much to get him where you wanted, and he found himself so close to your face that he could feel your breath against his lips. Lando was convinced that nothing was as intoxicating as that.
ā€œThis is mad.ā€ You whispered, lip touching his as you spoke and Lando struggled to not groan out loud at that one brush.
ā€œDefinitely.ā€ He nodded in agreement, watching your lips curl up into an enticing smile that calmed his nerves down. ā€œDo you still want this?ā€
Your eyes flickered between his, like you were trying to gauge his reaction when you nodded.
ā€œDo you?ā€ You asked and Lando couldnā€™t dig deep enough to find the words, so he did the next best thing.
The small whimper you let out against his lips rattled something in Landoā€™s chest, pressing his mouth against yours in a kiss that had your toes curling and your hands grabbing desperately at his hair. The slight sting in his scalp made him open up under your lips, and he swore he mustā€™ve died and gone to heaven when your tongue brushed his. It was like his skin was cracking open and you were touching his exposed nerves, feelings so on edge when you hadnā€™t even done anything but kiss him.
You were so into the kiss that you almost forgot where you were, thighs tensing a bit when your dress was pushed up and cool air hit your naked thighs. Lando pulled back enough to look at you, giving you an encouraging smile as his hand travelled up your inner thigh.
It was a struggle to keep your eyes open and on him when his fingers brushed over your clothed pussy, but it was worth it to see his mouth hang open when he felt the lace. You were warm against his skin, and he had half a mind to say fuck it and bury himself deep inside your warmth.
But he had to remind himself to slow down, take a breath and focus on you because you may have relaxed a bit; But Lando had known you for so long that he could read your body.
ā€œThis feels nice.ā€ He commented, running his fingers over the material and you couldnā€™t help but laugh. ā€œWhat colour are they?ā€
You knew it was his way of breaking the tension and hopefully relieve the anxiety blooming in your chest, and it surprisingly worked when you tilted your head up to give him a kiss that he was eager to respond to.
ā€œWhy donā€™t you find out?ā€ You murmured and Landoā€™s eyebrow jumped, cheeky and excited as he placed his other arm on the other side of your body to straddle you.
He probably shouldā€™ve cared that his fancy dress pants were rubbing against the grass when he knee-walked down your body, but he was too preoccupied with staring at you. Your chest was heaving, and he could almost see the pebbles of your nipples against the satin material of your dress. He wondered if you wore a matching, lacy bra or if youā€™d opted to go without, eager to find out later.
Lando was a man on a mission, pushing your dress up to your abdomen and kneeling between your legs. He glanced down, heat flaring up in his body when he got a peek at the cherry red lace, hiding so much but so little.
He stroked a finger down between where he presumed your lips were, hearing you take a shuddering breath above at the sensation. You were looking at him, feeling turned on beyond belief and the feeling was so new that you didnā€™t know what to do with it.
The feeling only intensified when his finger located your clit, caressing the sensitive nub in small circles until your legs were shaking, thighs tensing.
Lando was like hypnotised, taking in every hitch in your breath and every jerk of your body until he felt like heā€™d burst if he didnā€™t get his mouth on you. He probably shouldā€™ve warned you beforehand, but he took a little pride in the surprised squeal you let out when he opened his mouth and slotted it over your pussy, sucking until he tasted your slick through the lace.
ā€œLando!ā€ Your voice was breathy, scandalised and you put a hand over your eyes when you looked down and saw him staring at you.
He lookedā€¦ depraved. And it did something funny to your stomach. You'd never seen him like that and you didn't really think you'd ever get to experience it.
You'd thought about it, even allowed yourself a night to fantasise about the way he'd look and what he'd say if you were ever in this position, but those were thoughts you didn't let yourself drift into too often. It was a dangerous thing to imagine having sex with your best friend, yet here you were - experiencing it. Outside, nonetheless.
"Oh, fuck." You stuttered out when he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side, the cool air hitting the very slick center.
The unexpected feeling had you squirming, bucking your hips up and huffing out a laugh when Lando glanced up at you, feeling a little embarrassed to be so needy.
"You're so sensitive." He pondered, sounding a little amazed before he stuck his tongue out in a crude fashion and licked up your pussy. "You're gorgeous, bug. Those guys are missing out on something great."
That got an eye roll from you, but it didn't stop the zip of heat from racing up your back at his words. You could feel him flattening his tongue to lick every part of you, like he couldn't get enough of your taste before he got your clit into his mouth and sucked.
He tried not to feel too smug when you moaned, head tilted back and facing the sky, like you were praying to whatever was up there. The stretch of your neck was gorgeous, so spotless that he had the sudden urge to sit up and mark the sensitive skin of it with his mouth and teeth. But he sat put, focusing on eating you out with an eagerness he'd never really felt before.
It didn't take you long to really become vocal, and it honestly surprised Lando because he'd always pegged you for a quiet one. Not that he complained; the sounds you were making had his pants feeling tight.
"It feelsā€”" You trailed off into a stuttered moan that made Lando reach down and squeeze himself through his trousers, moaning into your pussy at the slight relief he felt. "Lando, fuck, I'm gonna..."
You didn't finish your sentence, too lost in the multiple sensations you'd never felt before but Lando could guess what you were trying to communicate. He kept at it, watching your face as it scrunched up and your mouth dropped open, groaning out your climax as it washed over you.
It felt better than you'd imagined, stomach clenching up and toes curling as you shut your eyes so tightly that you saw stars behind your eyelids. You weren't sure how long you were out of it, or how your hands had managed to find their way to your best friend's hair. Lando laved his tongue over your center, steering clear of your sensitive clit but he couldn't help but bump against it a few times just to hear your breath hitch.
The third time he did it, you pushed him away with an exhausted grumble, hearing him laugh as he stretched up to kiss below your navel. The pecks were so tender and sweet, a stark contrast to how he'd ate you out like a depraved man just minutes ago, and it filled your belly with so much warmth you didn't know what to do with it.
You made a confused sound in your throat when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drew them down your legs, bunching them up in his hands.
"These are mine now." He said casually, cheek deepening into a dimple and you raised your eyebrows.
"No..." You dragged out the word, reaching out your hands to grab the flimsy material from his grip but he was quick to turn away, batting your hands away with small, teasing tuts. "Those are my fancy pair, you twit."
Lando shoved the underwear into the pocket of his trousers, ignoring your protests and silencing them rather quickly by leaning over to kiss you. And shut you up it did, because that was the last thing you expected but it wasn't necessarily unwelcomed.
He opened up his mouth under yours, kissing you deeply and allowing you to taste yourself and something about that made your legs tighten up around his body where they'd been previously splayed out.
"I'll buy you more underwear." He promised after pulling away slightly, giving you a smirk that made your head spin. "Only if I'm the only one allowed to see them from now on."
You huffed out a laugh, pushing his face away with your hand. He rolled over and laid down beside you, and you sat up with the help of your shaky arms.
"You're a walking clichĆ©." You said, shaking your head slightly. "But I won't say no to free stuff.ā€
He reached a hand out to pluck a leaf off your hair, flicking it away before turning his attention to you.
You suddenly became aware of what youā€™d done, nerves humming just under your skin and your conflicting emotions mustā€™ve shown on your face because Lando scooted closer to you and grabbed your hand.
ā€œWeā€™re okay?ā€ You asked quietly, staring down at your intertwined hands and how his thumb brushed across the back of your hand. The way he always did when your anxiety was acting up.
ā€œOf course we are.ā€ He assured you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your naked shoulder.
You knew that youā€™d have to have a longer talk about what this meant for the both of you in the future. But you pushed it to the back of your mind for tonight, snuggling up to your best friendā€™s side and laying your head on his chest.
You did believe him though. No matter what, the both of you would be okay.
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ā™” 1 sit-up = 1 kiss ā™”
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-> you challenge the genshin men to do sit-ups, but with each rep, they also get a kiss from you (just like in the gif above!) How would they react?
suggestive in some parts!
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"I'm getting ripped tonight~" rip that [redacted]"
Itto, Childe,
They'll immediately be on the floor and all ready to go when you propose this challenge because he would be ABSOLUTELY pumped up. Like, c'mon. He gets to show off his physical prowess and get a little love from you at the same time? HECK YEAH šŸ’Ŗ by the time he's finished, his abs are going to be rock harder than ever and your lips are going to feel numb after kissing him hundreds of times (and let's be honest, that number probably wouldn't be an exaggeration)
Even with both of your lips being numb, he'll still expect more than just a "couple" of pecks on the lips to satiate him after you've tired him out. You've made him sweat, so it's only fair that he gets to make you sweat too. And y'all will get physical, alright ;)
"Lemme just kiss you!"
Venti, Kaveh, Scaramouche, Xiao, Diluc
He'd scoff at the idea and would roll over, whining, "Why should I do that when I can just kiss you without doing any work?" He'll go in for a kiss, but you'll instantly block it with your hand, clicking your tongue and teasingly telling him that he'll have to earn your kisses today.
I think he'll be stubborn and would still refuse to commit to your challenge for a little while before finally giving in. He'd miss your lips too much and can't go a day without your kiss, after all. He'll go down to the floor with furrowed brows and a big pout on his face, ready for the "strenuous" exercise Yet, soon, that frown would gradually turn upside down with each sit-up and kiss you'd give him.
Okay, tbh, it won't be a full, big smile because he'd slowly be dying both inside and out after each rep LOL. He's doing his best! Needless to say, he probably wouldn't get through a whole lot of reps and would be laying there, panting heavily, all sweaty and tired out by the end of that little workout session (-> mainly applied to Venti, Kaveh, and maybe Scaramouche? Xiao and Diluc would probably get through it easily, the whole thing would just be a bit annoying to them)
"The things you make me do for you, y/n...", he'd huff.
You'd giggle and lean down towards his face, "you did a good job, sweetheart~", and would then pepper his face with a multitude of kisses. "Here's your reward", you'd continue, planting a loving kiss onto his lips. And with the way he'd melt into your lips and softly moan, you would have guessed that he finally thought it was worth it after all.
Makes it interesting
Heizou, Kaeya, Ayato, Alhaitham, Baizhu
He'd agree to your challenge, but not without making it interesting in his own way. If you were going to challenge him, then he'd give you a challenge too: Could you resist him as he was doing what you had asked of him? Let's see.
Before he begins your challenge, he'd pull off his top, exposing his toned upper body, and he'd smirk to himself as he watched how you were already distracted and were practically drooling at his display. This would make the next part all the more enjoyable for him.
So the challenge would start off fine with you two giving each other a simple, quick peck after each rep. Yet, soon enough, he'd bring in more passion into his kisses, taking a bit more time on your lips after each one. His kisses would leave you wanting more, would make you forget about the exercising part and he knew this, so he'd continue with his reps, despite you attempting to hold him still.
To make matters worse, he'd also begin teasing you with his tongue, licking your bottom lip quickly, pulling back to complete his rep, and sitting back up to eventually go deeper with it, allowing his tongue to dance with yours. Even when you thought that he finally quit with the sit-ups, he again pulled back to complete another rep.
At some point, you'd have enough of his teasing and would pin him down and devour his lips, fueled by the hunger he had instilled in you. You two would eventually forget about your challenge and would have a heated makeout session instead. Seems like his plan worked, hehe
Indulges you
Zhongli, Cyno, Tighnari, Kazuha, Albedo, Dainsleif
He initially raises an eyebrow, wondering what spurred the sudden challenge on, but he won't back down from it, even if it does seem a bit trivial. Anyway, he'd be able to do it with ease, barely even breaking a sweat during the exercise.
And while he does enjoy this "fun" way of kissing you, he knows that this would simply go on for forever if he doesn't do anything. So after a certain rep, he would take the opportunity to surprise you with a long and deep kiss, holding your face firmly. When he breaks away, he'd look at your flushed face with a smile.
"Must I do more sit-ups to kiss you?"
You'd answer him by pouncing on him and kissing him.
>///<
Gorou, Thoma
They'd have a difficult time getting through the exercise, not because of the physical workout itself, but because they'd be flustered the whole time. You'd be giving him more kisses than usual and would be encouraging him so much all while having that beloved bright expression on your face as he does your challenge. This would simply be too much for his heart to handle that he'd end up collapsing mid-sit-up, and covering his face with his hands. You'd lean over and ask,
"Too tired?"
"No....you're just too cute"
If you wanna get him even more shy, gently pull off his hands from his face, give him a big ol' kiss on his lips, then say, "Well, I think you're cute too šŸ˜˜" and watch him combust lol
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a/n: I was just looking for cute gifs when I came across this one and was immediately inspired to write this, haha. l also kinda gave up heading towards the end ngl, the writer's block is too real for me rn :'D
Ā© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR REPOST MY WRITING ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS
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Jealousy Looks Good On You
Mizu x Jealous! Reader
Summary: You and Mizu have been close friends for quite some time. You truly enjoyed each others company, that was until Taigen showed up.
Disclaimers; light language, has not been proofread, I am currently delirious from packing and moving all day but I had to write this out to feed the starved mizu lovers. A fair amount may not make sense at this point in time. My apologies ā¤ļø
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ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
You and Mizu have been friends for a while now. Honestly you were surprised you could even say that. Mizu was not someone who would openly accept friendship applications on a daily basis, they usually wouldnā€™t even talk to people unless it was absolutely necessary. But somehow, despite this, you had gotten past that wall and weaseled your way into becoming her friend.
That was how you viewed it at least, you liked to think that she at least enjoyed your company seeing as she had yet to just up and leave you randomly, which she very well could successfully do if she wanted. You two had learned a lot about each other through late night talks and just general conversations. You of course, had learned about her secret, and you vowed to keep it from anyone else that would cross your path. She in turn had learned a lot about you, things about your past, your likes and dislikes, the usual things that a companion would know.
However, there was one thing she didnā€™t know about you and you planned to keep it that way. You had been traveling alongside Mizu since you two had crossed paths in a town that she did not intend to stay long in.
Since then you had always admired Mizu for her skills with a sword. That admiration eventually turned to something much stronger.
You would never admit it outloud but you had developed a small crush on the blue eyed woman, and in all honesty it was pretty hard to keep it under control.
Your dynamic had just been you and her for a long time and once Ringo was added to the group it only added to your enjoyment. You loved spending time with them. You honestly found it pretty adorable how Ringo persistently followed the two of you around, just as you had once done to Mizu well before him.
However, once Taigen joinedā€¦ things changed.
He was never supposed to stay this long, the only reason he did was because Mizu had saved him when escaping that stupid tower. You wanted to go with her, you pleaded with her to take you with her to at least have some back up in case something went wrong but she refused. She wouldnā€™t give you any other reasoning than, ā€œI need you to stay here.ā€
No matter how many times you asked why, she would just give you the same answer until you listened. She didnā€™t want you to go along with her, she wanted to do this alone. And yet when you and Ringo had found her, was she alone?
Noā€¦ of course not.
He was there with her.
You didnā€™t recognize him at first of course, you simply thought him to be some random man Mizu thought it was in her best interest to save. In the time you knew Mizu, that didnā€™t happen often.
You and Ringo had managed to get them both out of the icy water and make your way to the sword fathers house, keeping them both as warm as you possibly could while in such a state.
It wasnā€™t until Mizu had initially woken up did you finally find out who the man was.
ā€œYouā€™re awake.ā€ You exclaimed, making your way over to a very dreary Mizu who was trying to prop herself up. You smiled, feeling a sudden wave of instant relief as she looked up at you,
ā€œIs Taigen awake.ā€ Were the first words to come out of her mouth.
ā€œTaigen?ā€ You asked, the name felt familiar but you couldnā€™t tell from where.
ā€œHeā€™s not awake yet.ā€ Ringo answered, he was still very upset with Mizu after their last meeting and that wouldā€™ve been clear to anyone just through his tone of voice.
Taigenā€¦ Taigenā€¦ where have you heard that name?
Thatā€™s when you realized, on one of your very late night talks, Mizu had opened up to you a bit about her childhood. In the tale she told, one name continued to pop out.
Taigen.
The kid who was absolutely ruthless to her. All because of the color of her eyes. You remembered just from listening to the story, the anger you felt for Mizu, but even as she was telling the story she didnā€™t seem quite bothered by it. You supposed sheā€™d have had a lot of time to think about it to the point the memories no longer brought up any emotions.
You looked away from Mizu and turned to the man who was resting quite peacefully not too far away from her. Your astonished gaze turned to a very clearly displeased glare. Never in your life would you think that you wouldn't end up coming across this man, not once, but twice. You had seen the man before, he had shown up a few other times before this, the only reason you hadnā€™t reacted as harshly was because you didnā€™t know who he was. You guessed you hadnā€™t recognized him this time due to the amount of bruising he sustained from his stay at the tower.
Deserved, in your opinion.
Once Mizu had woken up, she of course got right to work just as she usually did. She had no idea what the words ā€˜take a breakā€™ meant. You helped her out with most of the tasks she tried to perform, but there was one she was insistent on doing alone, again.
So you sat back, preparing whatever medicine Ringo had asked for you to make as he followed around the sword father like there was no tomorrow. You sat in silence, Taigen sleeping not too far away from you, the fire still blaring keeping you both warm.
Why him of all people. Why did he have to be the one she brought back?
There was nothing you could do about him now except for hope that when he wakes up he just gets up and goes on his way.
You rolled your eyes, even thinking about the man made you mad, so you went back to your mundane task. That was until you heard the sound of what you realized to be Taigen stirring as he finally woke up.
ā€œGreat, you're awake.ā€ You said sarcastically as you turned towards the man who had rolled over, making sure to make several groaning noises in the process. Sure he was in severe pain but literally everything he did, logical or not, annoyed you.
He didnā€™t even truly process who you were or why you were there, the first thing he asked was,
ā€œWhereā€™s Mizu?ā€
Seriously? Why did these two suddenly care about each other so much?
You tried your best to remain as neutral as possible as you very lowly answered, ā€œOutside.ā€
You didnā€™t want to tell him, you didnā€™t even want to speak to him in the first place and You sure as hell didnā€™t want to leave him alone with Mizu. How could anyone trust him? Sure people change, and most of what he did to Mizu was from when they were kidsā€¦ but your concern still stands. Who knows, maybe heā€™s still an asshole.
But in the end, it wasnā€™t your choice on whether he and Mizu got closer. You would protest it, and youā€˜d protest it hard but when it comes to it, if Mizu for some reason completely unknown to you decided he was good enough to keep around youā€™d have to be okay with it.
Some time had passed since they had both woken up. Mizu had gone out to try and remake her sword and Taigen had gone off toā€¦ well you didnā€™t really know nor did you care. You had been sitting outside on the snow covered ground, looking up at the night sky, trying to just clear your mind.
You didnā€™t like feeling so angry all the time, especially over someone who you personally had no reason to truly be angry at. You felt guilty, it wasnā€™t your place to make such decisions on who was good for Mizu and who wasnā€™t but you couldn't help it. It felt almost as if it was some kind of instinct, but you couldnā€™t really place what it was or why you felt it. All you knew was that you hadnā€™t felt like this before, and it frightened you. You didnā€™t want to be so pushy or mean to the two just because you didnā€™t enjoy one person's presence.
You sighed as you continued to stare up at the sky.
ā€œWhat is wrong with me?ā€ You whispered quietly to yourself.
While you were having your moment of self reflection, you noticed Taigen who had made his way back from the village carrying food. The guilt you felt seemed to double as you looked at him, so you simply looked the other way.
He walked inside the house not even sparing you a glance, he probably didnā€™t even know you were there. You were sitting in almost complete darkness, the only light being the glow from the fire inside and the moonlight. You enjoyed the isolating feeling it gave, it felt as if time had stopped as you stared at the bright moon above. You were completely lost in thought, zoning out as you stared at the moon. The only thing to snap you out of it was the sound of a large thud, as if something had hit the ground.
You panicked thinking that Taigen had attacked, just as you thought he would. You rushed over to the door of the house but you stopped once you noticed the position the two of them were in. They were so close to each other, and it didnā€™t seem like they were actually fighting with each other. You hid behind the door frame, not wanting your presence to be known as you thought about what you had just seen.
Does she actually like him? Why are they so close to each other? Is this seriously happening?
All these questions ran through your head as you backed away from the door. So badly did you want to ā€˜accidentallyā€™ stumble inside and ruin the moment but then you knew youā€™d feel even more guilty about it. You just tried to let it go and move on with your night.
You tried.
The next day you had become incredibly standoffish. Mainly towards Mizu and Taigen which made it especially noticeable. Anytime Mizu had asked anything of you, you wouldnā€™t respond like normal, in fact this time you barely responded at all. Usually you seemed so happy to do anything within her company, but now it was as if you were looking right past her.
When Taigen would even attempt to talk to you, you wouldnā€™t even make a move to acknowledge his existence.
It was extremely petty and you knew that, but you seriously had no other way to deal with your emotions. You were trying your hardest to keep your thoughts down and just be happy for the two that you thought had some kind of chemistry but you werenā€™t getting far.
Later that night, you walked into the same room as Mizu. she had been sitting down drinking something from her cup, and staring off into the distance deep in thought. Once you had noticed her, you didnt give your normal greeting, you just sat down across from her and paid her no mind.
ā€œWhat is your problem?ā€ She finally asked. You simply looked at her, your face was as empty of emotion as you could make it.
ā€œWhat do you mean? I donā€™t have a problem.ā€ You lied, trying to not get ahead of yourself. You had so many things that were just so eager to get out, but you didnā€™t want to share them. You wanted to keep quiet and never mention a single one. If you never mention your problems you donā€™t have to feel guilty about them, right?
Mizu stared at you, astonished by your persistence with this new attitude.
ā€œWhy won't you acknowledge me?ā€ She asked. You averted your gaze by the slightest bit, the guilty feeling coming back.
ā€œIā€™m acknowledging you right now.ā€
ā€œThatā€™s not what I meant.ā€
ā€œI don't understand your problem here, Iā€™m the exact same.ā€ You lied. You were trying so hard to keep everything under control.
ā€œNo youā€™re not. We both know that.ā€
ā€œSince when were you an expert on personalities?ā€
Just because you were trying hard to keep your cool, doesnā€™t mean you were doing good at it.
ā€œSince Iā€™ve known you for almost a year.ā€
ā€œYou donā€™t know everything, you know.ā€
ā€œWhy are you acting like this?ā€
ā€œI donā€™t know, why donā€™t you ask Taigen, you seem to go to him for everything anyways.ā€ You didnā€™t mean to let that slip. If you could take back the words you had just said, you wouldā€™ve in an instant. You knew once you had brought up Taigen you wouldnā€™t be able to stop.
ā€œWhat is wrong with you?ā€ She asked, confused by your attitude towards every single thing she said. You would never act like this normally, so why now? It almost frightened her, it reminded her a bit of how the people in her past would turn on her so suddenly based on some trait about her, so she assumed the worst.
ā€œThereā€™s nothing wrong with me, Taigen is the problem!ā€ You shouted, now standing up to make your point clear, which took Mizu by surprise. You had never truly gotten so angry before and especially not at her.
ā€œWhat did he do? Did he do something to you?ā€ She asked, a whole new level of possibilities jumped forward in her mind. She had let her guard down around Taigen, what if he had made a move on you and she didnā€™t know.
ā€œAre you kidding? Iā€™m not worried about me, I'm worried about you! I mean, what hasnā€™t he done to you. Youā€™re telling me he was an asshole to you for the entire duration of your childhood that you spent together, and then he suddenly comes waltzing back in claiming he wants to kill you? And then you forgive him? You saved his life sure but now he wants to act all buddy buddy with you? Are you serious? Youā€™re setting yourself up for failure here.ā€ As you went on your ramble, Mizu had begun to relax as she realized the situation. Her eyes followed you as you paced back and forth in front of her, an amused expression creeping its way onto her face.
ā€œHey.ā€ Mizu began but you could barely hear her over the sound of your own voice.
ā€œYou couldā€™ve picked anyone else to start getting close with and I wouldā€™ve been fine with it. I mean I donā€™t control who you can and cannot be close with, but him? Seriously?ā€ You continued.
ā€œHey.ā€ Mizu repeated, once again trying to get your attention to no avail.
ā€œI mean, you could do so much better. The guy who bullied you for years on end? Oh please, even I would be a better candidate than him, not that Iā€™m saying I should be, but I could be-ā€
ā€œStop talking.ā€ Mizu had raised her voice just enough for you to finally hear her and take the hint. You immediately stopped yourself and looked at her with a shocked expression. You had gotten so lost in your thoughts you almost forgot you were ranting to her in the first place. You watched as Mizuā€™s stern expression shifted to one of a moreā€¦ smug nature as she stared at you, her eyes looking at you from just above the rim of her glasses so you could see the color in its entirety.
ā€œAre youā€¦ jealous?ā€ Mizu asked, an amused smile very evident on her face as she slightly turned to you. Your head shot towards her direction as you opened your mouth to protest but nothing came out.
She was right, you were jealous. Really jealous. You had gotten so lost in your hatred towards Taigen you had forgotten to take a step back and realize how stupid your actions looked.
ā€œI justā€¦ donā€™t think heā€™s right for you.ā€ You muttered, crossing your arms in defiance as you averted your gaze. You werenā€™t looking at her but you could tell the woman was just staring at you with a very plain look, a look that probably said something along the lines of ā€˜are you serious?ā€™
ā€œNot right for me?ā€ She asked, placing her dish down on the ground before looking back up at you. Once she had looked back towards you she had realized you still weren't looking at her, and that wasnā€™t going to do.
ā€œLook at me.ā€ She demanded. Her tone was not harsh but she was quite stern about it. You did as she said without another question, turning your head to look at her even though you wanted to do anything else but that at the moment.
ā€œWhat do you mean heā€™s not right for me?ā€ She asked again, wanting a serious answer out of you.
ā€œI saw the two of youā€¦ last night. When you were sparring. I saw how you looked at him and I just. I donā€™t think heā€™s a good choice for you.ā€ You admitted. You felt so stupid, couldnā€™t you have just kept your mouth shut and moved on like an adult. Why did you have to be so petty about someone who didnā€™t even reciprocate your feelings? You were friends, why would you become anything more than that?
She didnā€™t say anything in response, she simply stared at you as she usually did, but this time her staring made you feel so small. You already felt guilty about feeling this way and now that you had actually said it out loud to Mizuā€™s face and all she was doing was staring, it made the feeling unbearable. You wanted to cry, but you wouldn't dare to, not now. To risk looking even more childish than you do already? Youā€™d rather die.
ā€œThen who do you think would be a better choice?ā€ She inquired, earning nothing more than a shrug from you. You had said what you needed and you feared if you said anything more you would dig yourself into a deeper hole. ā€œCome on, you donā€™t have anyone in mind?ā€
She was teasing you.
She wasnā€™t mad?
Why was she playing into this, why wasnā€™t she upset with you placing your own opinions on her feelings.
ā€œI donā€™t knowā€¦ literally anyone else?ā€ You responded quietly, not really wanting to answer the question.
ā€œWhat, like you?ā€ She retorted with a playful scoff.
ā€œI didnā€™t say that.ā€ You denied, quite defensively one might add.
ā€œYes you did.ā€ She corrected.
ā€œYou heard me wrong.ā€
ā€œReally?ā€
ā€œYes.ā€
ā€œI heard you wrong.ā€ She repeated, confirming the fact that you were actually trying to play that card.
You nodded.
ā€œSo you didnā€™t say, ā€˜even I would be a better candidate than himā€™.ā€
Well, she got you there, Those were in fact the words you said. You were in too deep to go back now so you committed to your sense of denial full force.
ā€œWhere are you getting these words from?ā€ You tried to play dumb, obviously it wasnā€™t going to work.
ā€œDonā€™t try to lie to me, I heard you say them.ā€
ā€œI wasnā€™t saying that I would be the only candidate, I was just using myself as an example. Iā€™m not saying that youā€™d have to pick me over him Iā€™m just saying that in the grand scheme of things I just-ā€ You had begun to ramble yet again. You couldn't stop yourself, you felt like everything you wanted to say needed a further explanation to make it not sound as bad as it did. Luckily, this rant was cut very short.
ā€œHey.ā€ Mizu said, very quickly getting you to shut up unlike the last few times. This time however, she was much closer than she was before. Much, much, closer. You hadnā€™t noticed that throughout the entire duration of your little banter match, she had slowly made her way towards you and you had absentmindedly been backing away from her. Well, that was until you couldnā€™t back up any more. Now she was standing no more than a few mere inches away from you, her hands had managed to slither their way onto your waist, holding you in place.
ā€œWhatā€¦ā€ You whispered. You didnā€™t know what else to do with yourself, you felt as if you could melt into a puddle right then and there as you stared into her eyes. Her eyes however, had not stayed focused on yours, and instead began to travel around to other areas of your face. You had never really seen this side of her. There would be no reason to really, unless she truly felt the same way.
There wouldnā€™t be any logic behind Mizu just messing with you to mess with you, she only ever really put up fronts for people she needed information from, and the only information you had was how much you wanted her in that exact moment. You would never say that outloud though.
ā€œStop talking.ā€ She whispered back, her eyes almost entirely focused on your lips as she very slowly neared you. You couldnā€™t hold yourself back, moving yourself forward and making the move to seal the kiss yourself.
Words wouldnā€™t be able to accurately describe how you felt in that moment. Neither of you truly expected it, but the kiss had become a lot more heated way faster than you truly expected. Turns out you both had buried feelings that were going to be known one way or another. Your hands had made their way to Mizuā€™s hair and her hands had begun to travel away from your waist. Once you had eventually parted from the kiss, you both looked almost surprised that any of that truly happened.
Mizu laughed a bit to herself as she looked at you.
ā€œYou know, Jealousy looks good on you.ā€ she said before you rolled your eyes,
ā€œStop talking.ā€ Was all you said before continuing where you left off.
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baldursgate3tempobsessed Ā· 5 months
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Okay so thought would Astarion just be uber happy if tav is just clinging to him and is like let me stay here where it is safe for just a little longer pleaseee
I think I'm feeling the energy. And it's an actual drabble instead of a novel! Cw: In-game references, spoilers, but this is just some fluffy fluff fluff.
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When Astarion made the decision to seduce you, it had been based in cold rationality. In the short time he had known you, you had proven to be intelligent, capable, attractive enough for sex to not feel like a total burden, and extremely hard to kill. Using a falsified relationship to wrap you around his finger was the easy choice for survival. And it did work, with varying results.
Because you provided many, many complications. Like the unfortunate reality that Astarion quickly had grown sincerely fond of you. Not only were you impressively competent, you were fun. Hilariously bitchy in a way that never failed to make him laugh. But you were still kind, kind in a meaningful way that Astarion was simply not used to.
It had felt like a shock when you were so adamant about his right to be his own person. When you didn't make him bite that drow cretin he was struck with the realization that you actually cared about him. What that thing had been offering in return would no doubt have been useful to your journey, but you didn't even give it a second thought. And Astarion wouldn't soon forget how you saying, "He said no," with so much conviction had sent a shiver up his spine.
Perhaps the whole event sent him into a tailspin that ended with him admitting his, in-hindsight, horrible plan, but it had been worth it in the end. Gods knows why, but you didn't abandon him when he revealed the truth. You just listened. You listened and opened up your mind for him to see just how much you cared for him. A care he perhaps didn't deserve, but one he would take. Even if he had no idea what the two of you were doing anymore.
But he did know that something shifted in your relationship after that, the birth of a new kind of trust. Apparently, Astarion hadn't been the only one holding back.
Because seemingly overnight, you got a lot more touchy. A facet of yourself that he really had not seen coming. Not sexually, no. You had been nothing but a dream when it came to understanding the hang-ups he had with that particular topic. But you did suddenly decide that you loved holding hands. You loved hugging him, for no reason at all. The two of you went from the occasional night together before parting ways to simply sharing a tent. And gods were you a cuddler. Every morning he would wake up with you wrapped around him, peaceful and at ease as you slept in his arms.
And... it was nice. Really, really nice. Astarion had always assumed that he would loathe being with someone who was so tactile. But it turned out when every little touch wasn't leading to mediocre and/or horrifying sex they were actually quite enjoyable. It felt good to have you so close, to know that you felt safe and comfortable with him of all people. Nice enough for Astarion to slowly get addicted to it. He wasn't quite sure when his favorite past time became reading while you laid on top of him, but he knew it claimed to top spot with startlingly speed.
Even now, with Cazador still looming, the tadpoles still squirming behind your eyes, worries and responsibilities abound, Astarion felt completely at peace. He was laying flat on his back on his bed roll, a book in one hand and the other carefully petting your hair as you dozed off; your body completely draped over him. He'd have to wake you sooner than later. Baldur's Gate was only a day's journey away now, and if you wanted to make it there before nightfall then everyone would have to get moving. He could already hear the sound of the others shuffling about.
He snapped his book shut, setting it to the side before he gently shook you, "It's time to rise and shine darling, Baldur's Gate won't be saving itself."
You mumbled as you buried your face into his chest, your words slurred, "Don't wanna. Too early."
That was another change with this newfound phase of trust. Astarion had become the only person who knew your little secret of not being a morning person. In the first few moments of wakefulness, you were at your clingiest, your whiniest, surprisingly your most honest, and arguably your most adorable state of the day. A fact that you actively hid from the rest of the group out of sheer embarrassment, but Astarion thought it was cute.
Not to mention that it made him feel special, oddly enough. That he was the only one who was allowed to see you like this; who could take care of you like this.
Astarion laughed at your response, "Tell that to the sun sweetheart. It's high-time we got going."
Despite his own words, he wasn't really doing much to move the process along. If anything he was hindering it when he wrapped his arms around you, only helping to make you more comfortable instead of less.
But then again, maybe he wasn't quite ready to let you go yet either.
You shook your head against him, your hands tightening on the fabric of his shirt, "Le'mme stay, just a little longer."
"That's easy for you to say when you're not the one to get Lae'zel's wrath," Astarion lightly argued, still making no moves to actually hurry this process along. But it was true, Lae'zel always blamed your lateness on him, her favoritism towards you blatantly obvious. The bitch. But at least she was a bitch with good taste, "I would prefer not to be murdered by a gith for being tardy."
But you were already back to being half-asleep, your internal filter completely disintegrated as you mumbled, "Feels safe here, with you. Don't wanna let it go yet. Please?"
Gods, how the in the nine hells was Astarion supposed to say no to that? He didn't. Instead the grip he had on you only tightened, the happy little sigh you let out at the movement striking him straight through the heart. He felt so... happy in that moment, through nothing more than the simplicity of holding you. Because you trusted him. You felt safe with him, which might as well have been a love confession in Astarion's world. It felt so good to have this, an intimacy that he'd been denied for centuries.
Astarion settled back, letting his own eyes close as he smiled. The others would get the two of you eventually, but until then he wasn't going anywhere. No, the two of you would be staying right here.
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ā›you gonna eat me out?āœ ā”ā” ft. geto suguru, gojo satoru, nanami kento, & kamo choso.
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āŗ š“‚‹ š“ˆ’ SUMMARY. ā”ā” the silly tiktok trend i be seeing. woman pays & asks if sheā€™s getting ate out tonight šŸ’€
āŗ š“‚‹ š“ˆ’ CONTENT WARNING. ā”ā” mature & sexual content (obvi), ooc!characters, & minor voyuerism in getoā€™s.
āŗ š“‚‹ š“ˆ’ NOTE. ā”ā” a quick & stupid drabble i made during work. i donā€™t know if this needs to be said, but reader would have paid either way šŸ˜­. lowercase intended & please excuse typos or grammar mistakes <3
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GETO SUGURU āœ¶ Ė– ā€ŗ
the two of you had finally found some time for a date; both off work, the girls spending the night at their favorite uncleā€™s place.. you decided to treat your loving partner to a cute little wine and dine, something geto deeply appreciated.
the night went by smoothly, chatter and flirting illuminating the scene; all while the delicious food and wine filled your stomachs.
now it was time to pay, you reaching into your purse after assuring the check looked right. hand clasping the card, you blinked for a second before a little smile crossed your features.
you rose, looking at geto who was currently busy scrolling on his phone, waiting on you. ā€œsuguru.ā€ you called out, his dark eyes instantly flicking to you. you tapped the card against the table, pretty smirk stretched across sparkly glossed lips. ā€œyou eating me out tonight?ā€ your eyebrows rose as the question exited your lips, spotting a reddish hue form across his cheeks.
your question had taken him by surprise, clearly, the man setting his phone down for a moment. finally suguru chuckled a little, back straightening in his seat. ā€œif you donā€™t want me to do it here, i suggest you hurry up and pay.ā€
you didnā€™t need to be told twice, tapping your card against the machineā€” watching as it swirled before confirming your payment. you jumped from your seat whilst grabbing your things, suguru following close behind you.
you gave the staff quick goodbyes and thank yous, rushing towards your car.
unfortunately you werenā€™t quick enough, given he was already pushing you away from the passenger to the back seat, ignoring your soft protests.
you had paid for your meal at about 8:30 and you didnā€™t leave the restaurant parking lot until 10:00.
GOJO SATORU āœ¶ Ė– ā€ŗ
there were few times gojo ever let you pay for anything, especially on date nights. he likes to spoil you and will protest if you even mention paying for yourself or him. tonight was different, you were adamant on paying for dinner and was not taking no for an answer.
he was stubborn, but you were much worse.
after the enjoyable night of his witty jokes and swatting his wandering hand under the table, it was time to pay. gojo was currently glancing over the dessert menu while you were busy grabbing your card from your purse.
whilst searching for it, the words slipped out your lips as smooth as honey.
ā€œyou eating me out tonight?ā€
without missing a beat, the man answered matter of factly; ā€œwell, i do need a dessert.ā€
the words had you stammering, suddenly clammy hand finally gripping the card and turning to spot the man grinning at you. of course when you try to fluster him, heā€™s turning the tables on you.
ā€œi hate you.ā€ you spoke softly, tapping your card and placing it away once the payment was confirmed. satoru jumped up first, waiting patiently for you to grab your purse.
ā€œno you donā€™t.ā€
NANAMI KENTO āœ¶ Ė– ā€ŗ
date nights were far inbetween given your work schedules were always so different. on the days you had off he was working, and on the days you worked, he was off. it was a mess but there are times you made it work.
like today. nanami was adamant on going to dinner with you, despite how tired he was. you felt a little bad watching him push himself but he only mumbled about being fine, and he wants to spend time with you.
the only plus side to times like this was he wasnā€™t as resistant as he usually was when it came to you paying for him.
you talked to kento inbetween grabbing your card from your bag, the man giving a few gruff hums and chuckles. as tired as he was, he wanted you to know he was still listening. pressing the card against the machine, you perked up and glanced at him. his eyes were closed, arms crossed while listening to you. you gave a small smile, letting the fated words spill from your mouth;
ā€œyou eating me out tonight, kento?ā€
ā€œyes maā€™am.ā€
you blinked wildly at this, tucking the card back into your purse. ā€œdid you hear what i said?ā€
kento nodded, closed eyes opening to look at you. ā€œi did. come on.ā€ he hummed, rising from his chairā€” you following close behind. his hand found the small of your back, leading you out of the restaurant ā€” stopping to say thank you and goodbye to the waiters ā€” and to the car.
the ride back home was calm and silent, on kentoā€™s part, given your little heart was pounding against your chest.
needless to say, no matter how tired kento is.. he keeps his word.
KAMO CHOSO āœ¶ Ė– ā€ŗ
choso pretends he doesnā€™t mind you paying for things, but will definitely nudge your hand away when you try to do so. fortunately he allowed you to pay, reluctantly, of course.
you smiled at the man as his lips clasped around the spoon you held, enjoying the ice cream as it melted in his mouth. pulling your hand back, you placed the spoon down and reached for the little machine parked at the end of your table.
nodding to yourself after looking over the check, you reached for your card, choso resting against the chair with a soft hum; patiently waiting.
whilst grabbing the card the little idea popped into your mind, turning to your boyfriend with a delicious smile. one he rose an eyebrow at.
ā€œyou eating me out tonight?ā€
this only furthered his confusion, covered arms crossed across his chest. ā€œdonā€™t i always?ā€ he spoke in a mumble, wondering if you had some sort of brain damage.
ā€œwell yeah, i was juā€”ā€œ
ā€œi get it.ā€ choso interrupted before you could finish, raising from the booth once you were done paying. ā€œguess i fucked you too dumb earlier. donā€™t worry, iā€™ll just have you come on my tongue as many times as it takes to jog your memory.ā€
needless to say, choso got his fill and then some.
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It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.
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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!
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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.
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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER
hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic
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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this
šŸ¦‰ dark-owl-records
L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash
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Isn't Cecil literally gay?
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he's homophobic
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he has a husband...
šŸ¦‰ dark-owl-records
yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it
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šŸ¤« cecils-private-blog
Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((
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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url
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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS
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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk
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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn
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fake story :/
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No it's true I was there
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TAMIKA FLYNN??
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can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is
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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!
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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!
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Huh??
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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?
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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy
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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo
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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post
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how's it going op
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i miss my family
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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol
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you were really hot
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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3
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This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)
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i'm not calling it that sorry
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What??? Why??
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just kind of sucks. as a name
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what does this mean....
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another great post from huntokar herself
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you don't like pine cliff? šŸ‘» oo ooo?
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NIGHT VALE SWEEEEEP
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Hi everyone!! Since Twitter went down, I figured I'd try my hand at this Tumblr thing! I'm so excited to meet all of you!! Hope you're ready for some pictures of CENTIPEDES!! Feel free to AMA about the Smiling God!
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lee know x reader, hurt/comfort | m.list
wc: 1.4k | warnings: themes of depression and struggling with mental health
a/n: this fic is a little self indulgent as i haven't been feeling great lately. so i hope this brings comfort to anyone who needs it ā™”
you donā€™t remember how long youā€™ve been sitting in the tub. youā€™re sure your hands have pruned and wrinkled due to the prolonged time you have been in here, but you canā€™t seem to bring yourself to care.
the sides of your head pulses as a migraine at the forefront of your temple starts to fully form. you had hoped a moment of reprieve in the bath would calm your nerves and ease your headache, but it had yet to do so.
the droplets fall slowly against your furrowed eyebrows and taut expression, dripping freely down on your chin and on the dewy expanse of your chest. both arms are splayed limply across the sides of the tub, staring blankly ahead at the white tiled walls above, unmoving.Ā 
the temperature was warm, too warm for your usual liking but you didnā€™t seem to mind today, welcoming the dull pain it brought. the white tiles that youā€™ve been staring at for what seemed like forever stared back at you.
the silence was deafening.
a lot has been on your mind lately. the restless and constant feeling of not being good enough and comparing yourself to others caused you to no longer find enjoyment in the things you used to love doing.
words that usually meant nothing had stuck themselves inside your head as well, dissecting every meaning when they had none. sleep did not come easily to you these nights, tossing and turning, failing to succumb into the comforting arms of sleep.
isolation became your company in these moments, withdrawing yourself from everything. missing out on a lot of stuff, in turn, made you feel worse than you already did.
you knew you should probably tell someone about your problems but you just couldn't find it in yourself to do it. the last thing you wanted to be was a bother.
some days are admittedly better than others, where youā€™re able to get things done, to do your obligations and continue on with life like normal. but when you least expect it, it creeps up on you, pulling you back into that unhealthy head space.
you tried to force these thoughts and feelings down for a long time, pretending that everything was fine. today was apparently the day it all came rising up, unable to keep a lid on your bubbling emotions.
a sense of dread hung over your head, eyes aching from all the crying you did. wet strands of hair had clumped together, obscuring your view, perturbed by how sometimes your skin doesn't feel like yours.
ā€œy/n?ā€
the bathroom starts to fog with mist, clouding the glass and mirrors, the water slowly scalding your skin. the call to sink down into the water and never come up are louder than ever.
ā€œ-y/n? are you in there?ā€ a voice makes itself known. lifting yourself up a little bit, startled at the faintest sound of knocks.
you forget that minho would be home around this time. a hand flies towards your forehead to ease the pounding pain. shit, you haven't started making dinner.Ā 
it takes a while before you answer, collecting yourself as to not sound as shaky. ā€œyeah! just finishing up, i'll be out in a sec.ā€
ā€œdonā€™t get out, i'll join you.ā€ he yells back, the sound of padding feet against the wooden floors reverb through out the apartment. your eyes flicker at his sudden decision, causing you to sigh and sink down into the water once more.
as much as you adored and love him and how most days would let him join you with no hesitation, you silently hoped that he wouldn't today. you couldn't bear to let him see you in this state, all disheveled and puffy eyed. but it was rare when he was even home, given his grueling schedule.
so you wait for him patiently to come over to your shared bathroom, hugging your legs tightly. you remember to turn the cold tap on and off before he enters, water droplets filling in the silence.
when he finally creaks open the door with nothing on but a bathrobe and a silly cat headband that kept his hair away from his forehead on, you can't help but smile even if it doesn't quite reach your eyes.
you inch farther into the corner, making space for him quietly as he gets in. if he had noticed the temperature of the water that had yet to cool down, he made no attempt to comment.
the two of you don't say anything for the time being, just in each other's corner, relaxing and leaning your arms on the cool edge of the tub.
ā€œyouā€™re quiet.ā€ his voice echoes. minhoā€™s voice cuts through the silence, a stark contrast to the quietness of the bathroom just moments ago.
ā€œiā€™m sorry.ā€
feeling minhoā€™s heavy unwavering gaze into the side of your head, you canā€™t help but feel awful. you donā€™t mean to be so curt with him, but any more words from your mouth frightens you, afraid that the underlying shakiness of your voice will give you away.
your eyes still keep averting his, afraid of what expression he might bore. will he look at you with pity? with a tired gaze of disappointment?
he does not. instead, minho grabs one of the lavender scented shampoo bottles placed neatly on the shelf and gestures for you to turn around. you follow his request, albeit apprehensively, turning around.
ā€œthere we go.ā€ he says. even if you refuse to meet his eyes, you could tell he was smiling as he said it.
minho takes great care to shampoo your hair, his blunt nails gently raking over your scalp, unknowingly soothing your dreadful headache. minho is observant, very much so. it doesnā€™t surprise you at all anymore when he suddenly asks.
ā€œwhatā€™s wrong, hmm?ā€ he finally says amidst the stillness of the atmosphere, tone dripping of comfort as his hands continue to lightly massage through your soapy tresses. you lean into it like a desperate cat, melting at his simple touch. oh how you've yearned for his touch.
although you donā€™t answer, his intuitive nature already knows that something was amiss.
ā€œyou know iā€™m always here for you.ā€ minho says, pressing a delicate kiss on your shoulder. his sweet words and murmurs of comfort act like a salve to your aching heart as tears start to gather at your lash line once again.
you always hated making him worry.
the overwhelming emotion brings you to tears, immense guilt ebbing at your seams. minho places his head on your shoulder as you cry, hands running up and down your sides in an attempt to soothe you.
he doesn't deserve this, to be left out, to not know the reason you're so distant lately. he trusted you and you trusted him. so you spill every little thing to him.
voice starting to rasp, your stuttering cries now unrestraint without fear of judgement and just allowing yourself to be vulnerable. salty tears start to meld together with the water in the tub, rippling as they fall. at last, you feel lighter. the weight that you carried for so long in your heart doesn't have to be carried alone.
after a while, the hiccupping in your throat and the tears start to subside, leaving you a sniffling mess. turning around to finally face him, you fought the urge to hide in your hands.
"feel a little better now?" minho looks at you with nothing but a loving smile, no underlying judgement, just adoration, and one that makes you dive into him. you feel so utterly loved, what did you do to deserve him?
your arms wrap around his neck, placing apologetic kisses on his lips. he reciprocates, hands going around your back to steady your form. your mouth tumbles out watery apologies as he caresses the skin of your nape, gentle as he can.
you release him, arms still hooked around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes as if he's the center of the universe, and to you, he is. "i love you." the edges of your vision cloud with the tell tale signs of drowsiness, finally finding it in yourself to relax in his hold.
and he lets you, guiding your head to rest on his broad chest, the steady beats of his heart thumping against your temple, grounding you, his feathery light touches lingering.
feelings like these come and go, but minho is a constant that you keep close to your heart.
ā€œthank you for putting up with me.ā€
"of course, i love you too."
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first date movies ā€” neil lewis x reader
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word count: 2.9k (oops this wasā€¦.way longer than i thought)
contains: SMUT (18+ ONLY) ā€”> fingering, oral (m receiving), public indecency (getting it on in a movie theater becauseā€¦itā€™s neil), fluff, happy ending!
you have a crush on your coworker and you really wish you didnā€™t.
note: this has not been proofread so place excuse any typos! i hope you enjoy especially since this is my first smut fic on this account which is insane. also all of the movies referenced are some of my favorites soā€¦..iā€™d absolutely recommend them if you havenā€™t seen them already! neil is my silly little movie buff husband and iā€™d absolutely LOVE to write for him again so please leave some feedback if youā€™d like more!
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As you stood on a step stool, shelving new video arrivals, you could hear Ingrid Bergman's lovely Swedish accent behind you.
Notorious. You'd seen it a million times but you'd never gotten sick of it. It was your favorite Hitchcock and often the movie you'd throw on if you were in need of comfort. Although it was your turn to pick what everyone watched at the video store today, you weren't sitting with everyone else on the big worn out sofa. You preferred to shelve and enjoy the sound of the movies in the background (maybe walking over when your favorite scene was on). After all, someone needed to help the customers even if you didn't have many.
You had an annoying habit of reciting movie lines that you loved, as did Neil, the owner of the store and one of your closest friends.
"This is a very strange love affair," you said with Ingrid as you placed Valley of the Dolls in its right place.
"Why?" Neil said right along with Cary Grant, glancing over at you.
"Maybe the fact that you don't love me," you shot him a dramatic look, trying to do your best Ingrid Bergman impression.
"Your Bergman should be better for someone who's seen this movie more times than she can count," he said.
You rolled your eyes.
"She's got a unique accent! Plus it's very transatlantic. That's hard."
"She can do the Fargo accent," your other coworker Jonathan pointed out, not bothering to look up from the TV.
"Oh, you betcha," you grinned, nailing the unmistakable Minnesotan "o" sound.
"That's not hard!" Neil protested.
"It's not easy!"
The doors jingled as your best friend walked through the door, cutting the discussion about accents short. Before you could even say anything she already had a request.
"First date movie. Help."
You thought for a minute.
"Well what's the person like?"
"I don't know! I haven't met him yet. This is a blind setup by a coworker thing."
"Do you....think you'll be paying attention to the movie?"
She made a face.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Not necessarily! You could be....talking."
After many failed dates with guys who were into film, you understood the complexities of picking the first date movie. It said a lot about a person ā€” what they're into, how they feel, who they aspire to be. But at the end of the day, it needs to be something that can transition to being background noise for a good make out session while still being enjoyable. Very few movies check all of those boxes.
"Just don't give me anything too complicated, okay?" she sighed. "No Lynch. No Cronenberg."
You fake frowned. "I was just gonna rent Crash and Lost Highway to you as a double feature."
She shuddered as she remembered the horror that was watching both of those films. You could stomach things like that but she absolutely couldn't.
"Okay, sit tight. I have a thought," you said as you ran over to the romances.
Your friend wandered over to the TV while you hunted for her perfect first date movie.
"Hey guys," she said monotonously.
"Hey," they replied equally unenthused.
She stood and watched the movie for a minute before you came back holding Moonstruck.
"Cher. Nic Cage. Romantic. Easy to follow. It checks every box!"
"That's your idea of a first date movie?" Neil scoffed.
"What's yours? The Seventh Seal?" you rolled your eyes.
"Yeah, that's why Denise broke up with him," Jonathan replied.
"What? You didn't tell me that!"
"Well it kind of just happened," he said. "And to be honest I'm not so broken up about it."
After knowing Neil a while, you knew that he wasn't one for consistent steady girlfriends. Denise lasted longer than most, but in the end he always seemed to get bored. Sure, he got around to an extent, but it was hard for you to picture Neil Lewis truly settling down. Unless, of course, you pictured him with you ā€” but you tried not to do that. The thought popped into your brain every once in a while but you pushed it out as soon as it arrived. You knew you'd only end up getting hurt.
"Okay, well that's good because I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies tonight. I mean, I'm all for a good ol' post breakup pity party but I'd much rather go see The Thing on the big screen tonight."
You and Neil did your part to keep your local independent theater in business more than anyone else in town. It was a regular thing for the two of you to go see at least two movies a week, sometimes more. Sometimes Jonathan and Lucien would tag along and sometimes it was just the two of you ā€” every time you secretly hoped that it would be just the two of you.
"Now that's a good first date movie," Jonathan said.
"The Thing for a first date?" you scrunched your nose into a face of disapproval. "You guys have no taste."
"Well good thing we're not going on a first date then," Neil said. "But yeah, I'll go with you, I'm not doing anything else. Wanna grab dinner and go straight there?"
Those words shouldn't have been such a dagger to you but they were. No shit, this wasn't a first date. He didn't need to remind you.
"Yeah, that's fine," you said, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. "I just have a few more things to finish up here and then we can head out."
You helped your friend rent her movie and finished up your shelving duties with a little less pep in your step than usual as Neil's words played over and over again in your mind like a broken record.
Good thing we're not going on a first date then. Fuck him. It's not like he was trying to hurt you, after all he didn't know that you maybe kinda sorta liked him. But those words.....you just couldn't take your mind off of them as you mentally prepared yourself for your very clearly stated non-date.
ā€”
A little diner by the local theater had been your spot with Neil for as long as you'd been coworkers. It had become a tradition of yours to sneak in mini bottles of booze to pour into the milkshakes, either on celebratory or wallowing in your sorrows occasions. Neil's breakup felt like a good excuse to give your shared vanilla shake deserved an extra kick, even if you were the one who really needed it.
"Is anyone looking?"
He shook his head as you poured the vodka into the glass, stirring the concoction with the straw. You didn't wait for Neil before placing your lips to the straw and downing a quarter of it all at once.
"Hey, take it easy. I thought I was the one who needed the alcohol tonight," he chuckled.
"You said it yourself, you're not upset about Denise," you said, the irritation in your voice shining through.
"Are you upset about something, then? I'm sorry I didn't really help you shelve today, I just- you know, you like to do that stuff by yourself sometimes. And you picked such a good movie I couldn't tear myself away from the screen."
It would've been easier if you had really been upset about that. You wished that you were upset about that And now half the shake was gone, everything you wanted to say was rushing to your head, and you didn't even think about what you were doing when you blurted out:
"Why can't this be a first date?"
His eyes widened as he let out a small chuckle, assuming you were kidding.
"What?"
"You heard me. Why can't this be a first date?"
As he stared back at you, you felt like you had just fucked everything up. This amazing friendship was just ruined now because you drank your boozy milkshake too fast.
"Do....do you want it to be?" he asked.
"Fuck!" you exclaimed before burying your head in your hands. "Forget I said anything. I-I drank that too fast."
"No, I....we can call this a date if you want. In fact I'd really like that."
He wasn't trying to humor you and he wasn't trying to make the situation better by saying something that he didn't mean ā€” he was dead serious.
"Neil, don't say that if you don't mean it," you sighed. "I'm just....upset today. Don't listen to me."
He studied your face for a minute before speaking again.
"Do you remember when I interviewed you for your job?"
"Now what does that have to do with anything?"
You did, in fact, remember your Gumshoe interview very well. You had asked him if he'd ever considered doing a film noir themed commercial for the store and you'd never seen someone so excited about an idea before ā€” you always assumed that was why you had gotten the job.
"I knew you before that, you know," he said. "I remembered you from when you used to be a customer. There was actually this one time when you had an overdue fee and I paid it for you and told the guys that I had lost the tape."
This made you smile a bit.
"Point being?"
He took a deep breath before he continued on.
"Normally when we do the interview process, we ask the same shit, you know? What's your favorite movie? Who's your favorite director? And I asked you that stuff even though I thought I already knew the answers, I remembered what you used to rent. I thought I knew you so well and then you just went totally fucking wildcard on me ā€” and I loved it. Ever since then you've kept on surprising me and I....well, I really like that. I guess what I'm trying to say is I really like you. And I think I always have."
You stared at him wide-eyed. You had not expected your little drunken tantrum to get you a confession of feelings.
"Neil....do you know why I rented from Gumshoe all the time? I mean, I'm all for supporting the little guys, but I really went in to see you. And then I got this job and I got to know you and you weren't just the cute guy at the video store anymore, you were like....my cute friend/boss technically but I won't get into that. But I got to know you and I watched you go through all of these relationships because you get bored eventually and....I just think you might get bored with me. I'm no Katharine Ross in Butch and Sundance."
He shook his head as a smile crept across his lips.
"No, you're even more exciting than that. You're like...Barbarella or something. Queen of the galaxy."
"Barbarella's whole thing was sex appeal," you point out. "That's the whole movie."
"Sex appeal, sure. But she's also kind and interesting and witty. You've got all of that."
You took all of that as a compliment but you found yourself blushing at his mention of sex appeal.
ā€”
When you arrived to the movie theater after finishing your meal, it seemed that you two were the only ones dying to see a John Carpenter flick on a Tuesday evening. You had your pick of seats in the empty theater.
Your non-date turned date couldn't have been going better, honestly, it made you think that you should turn to drinking more often. It fixed this problem miraculously well.
As you settled into your seats and the lights dimmed, it was clear that both of you wanted to make a move but didn't know how to do it. After all, you couldn't just go straight for unzipping his fly. Or could you? Tonight was all about confidence and he clearly liked it when you kept him on his toes. You decided to start slow, resting a hand on his thigh, letting your hand wander from there.
He looked over at you as you made contact with the bulge in his jeans. It was hard to read his expression in the dark, but you could feel that he didn't want you to stop.
"Are we really gonna do this here?" he whispered.
"We've both seen this a thousand times, I think it'll be okay if we get a little distracted," you whisper back. "U-unless you don't wantā€”"
He cut you off with a kiss that was a long time coming. You were surprised by the sheer force of it as your tongues collided. His hand reached up to cup the side of your face as you melted into the kiss, illuminated by the glow of the silver screen. He made you feel dizzy, but in a good way.
Now, you had never been intimate in a movie theater before, but it was even more exhilarating than you couldā€™ve imagined. As you slowly unzipped his fly, taking his length out of his jeans, you noticed that Neil wasnā€™t watching the movie at all. His eyes were completely focused on you.
ā€œYouā€™re really taking your time, arenā€™t you?ā€ he whispered. He was rock hard already and you could tell that he was getting incredibly impatient. You held the base of him while you teased his tip with your tongue. Whatever composure he thought he had went out the window as he his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Based on his breathing patterns you thought he was going to come right then.
ā€œFuck,ā€ he swore under his breath. ā€œJustā€¦.just like that.ā€
You could feel him trembling as your tongue continued to work its swirly magic. Eventually you began to take him in your mouth completely, greeting him with the warm sensation of the back of your throat. He groaned out your name in a raspy whisper as you bobbed your head on his length. Before you knew it, you could feel a hand on your head guiding it along ā€” his touch felt so intimate and loving, you couldnā€™t get enough.
ā€œI-Iā€™m closeā€¦.Iā€™mā€” fuckā€¦.Iā€™m gonnaā€”ā€œ
Before he could finish what he was going to say, you could feel his come coat the back of your throat. It was a warm, welcome feeling and you couldnā€™t wait to feel it again.
ā€œJesus christ,ā€ he sat there catching his breath before turning to you. ā€œThat wasā€¦.wow. Youā€™re justā€¦..I-Incredible.ā€
You smiled at the praise. It wasnā€™t even day that you were complimented on your blowjob skills.
Your head made its way to his shoulder as you sat side by side watching the movie. His hand began on your though but slowly because to creep itā€™s way up between your legs.
ā€œReturning the favor?ā€ you whispered, smiling softly as you glanced in his direction.
He nodded, speaking in a sultry whisper that nearly made your legs shake. ā€œYou know, you just made me feel so goodā€¦.it would be a crime not to reciprocate it, donā€™t you think?ā€
You continued to rest your head on his shoulder as he slipped two fingers inside of you. You couldnā€™t help but notice how easily they went in ā€” you had been soaked for hours.
ā€œAll this for me?ā€ he chuckled. ā€œHow long have you been like this?ā€
ā€œAll night,ā€ you said in between heavy breaths. ā€œI-Iā€™m always like this around you, Neil.ā€
ā€œNo way, are you really?ā€
His switch up from the sultry whisper to his excited tone made you giggle.
ā€œI haveā€¦.a tendency to daydream about you when Iā€™m around you,ā€ you explained.
His fingers found just the right spot as he continued to question you. It was becoming increasingly difficult for you to talk.
ā€œDaydream about what specifically?ā€
A small whimper escaped your mouth as his fingers curled inside of you. You couldnā€™t even recall what you used to daydream about until it hit you.
ā€œThisā€¦..this exact moment. I-Iā€™veā€¦.fuckā€¦.Ive daydreamed about this a m-million times.ā€
ā€œOh yeah?ā€ he asked as he started to pump his fingers faster. ā€œAnd how does it end?ā€
ā€œI- Neil- Iā€™m gonnaā€”ā€œ
ā€œHow does it end, sweet girl? Tell me.ā€
You could barely even answer in between heavy breaths but you managed to speak up, your words intertwined with your moans.
ā€œY-you makeā€¦.you make me come, N-Neil! Iā€™mā€¦.right now, Iā€™mā€”ā€œ
ā€œShow me. Come for me. Show me how the daydream ends.ā€
And you did, trying your best to keep quiet as you came undone. You buried your face into his shoulder as you whimpered and throbbed against his fingers.
ā€œGood girl,ā€ he exhaled. ā€œThatā€™s a good girl.ā€
ā€”
The next day at work, you and Neil debated what you should tell the others. To announce the relationship or keep it a secret was a heavily debated topic, but you eventually settled on keeping it to yourselves for a while before revealing it. You thought it would be nice to have something that was just yours for a while. Plus, hiding a relationship can be incredibly sexy.
As you walked into Gumshoe, you flashed a quick smile at Neil who was in his usual spot behind the counter before taking your place at the shelf.
ā€œHey, Jonathan,ā€ you called over to the couch, getting his attention. ā€œI was totally wrong. Upon my rewatch, I think that The Thing would be a great first date movie.ā€
ā€œSee, I told you! I told you and you never fucking listen to me,ā€ he said. ā€œWhat made you change your mind?ā€
You glanced over at Neil one more time. It was clear that he was thinking about last night just as much as you were.
ā€œI donā€™t knowā€¦ā€ you shrugged. ā€œMaybe itā€™s Kurt Russell.ā€
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Kƶnig - Projekt Amor
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Word count: 4.6k
Pairing: Kƶnig x Reader
Summary: When the lab you're clearing with Kƶnig has a hormonal weapon you didn't expect, you try your hardest to control yourself from him, but you can tell he's wanted this for a while.
Warnings: Smut, poorly translated German, some canon typical violence, and drug-induced sex.
Notes: I know many of you follow me for Ghost Band stuff, which I will continue to write!! Iā€™m just gonna leave this here for my CoD enjoyers too <3
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ā€œHello, Kƶnig!ā€ You smiled, taking a seat across from him on the plane. You looked around for a moment, expecting to see more of the team. Surprisingly, it was just the two of you, plus a pilot. Kƶnig wore what he always did, and you adorned your gear for more hands-on missions, as you normally opted to stay back and operate some of the computers back at base. Behind you, the door sealed and your pilot began procedures for liftoff.
ā€œHallo, sĆ¼ĆŸes mƤdchen.ā€ Kƶnig said simply. You could tell his eyes creased slightly behind his hood. A small gesture that he was happy to see you. He fidgeted lightly with a sheathed knife, his leg bouncing as he thought. Despite not being able to see his face, he looked handsome. Maybe it was something in his eyes, or the way his shoulders rested on the seats of the small plane. You wouldnā€™t dare tell him, but you thought he looked gorgeous. As you were about to pipe up and talk to him, a voice rang in through your headpiece.
ā€œListen up, kids. We got something simple for you today, and I know itā€™s just the two of you. Weā€™re dropping you by a small building near a forested area, itā€™s said to contain some bioweapons in a basement lab that we gotta take possession of. Do not split up at any time. Do you copy?ā€
ā€œCopy, Captain.ā€ You chimed.
ā€œCopy.ā€ Kƶnig added.
ā€œAlright. Trust each other, come back in one piece. Iā€™ll have some folk in touch if you run into trouble. Out.ā€ The radio buzzed out. You looked back to Kƶnig again, his leg bouncing faster and his gloved fingers playing with the hem of his hood.
ā€œAre you nervous, Kƶnig?ā€ You asked sweetly. You didnā€™t want to make fun of him, you never did. But you could see the fear in his eyes from what people had said before, his eyebrows shifting defensively before he remembered who he was talking to. You and Kƶnig donā€™t go way far back, but you had known him for a few months and you had been nothing but kind. Youā€™ve talked to him without minding his pauses to think, youā€™ve stayed up late to help him with paperwork or talk through his feelings, youā€™ve gone to lunch with him so he wouldnā€™t feel so lonely, in all honestyā€¦ youā€™ve done a lot for him. He had a deep appreciation for you that he never spoke about, but he knew it was there, and that it was possibly even something more than platonic gratitude.
ā€œHmmā€¦ not really.ā€ He paused for a moment. ā€œI have faith in our little team, very much so! Iā€™d just hate for you to get hurt when only I can help you, kleine maus. Iā€™m not very good at playing the medic.ā€ He laughed nervously.
ā€œI wonā€™t get hurt, I promise.ā€ Your eyes met Kƶnigā€™s as you spoke, his gaze softening at your promise. You donā€™t have a clue, but he would do anything to protect you. ā€œHow far out?ā€ You called to your pilot.
ā€œBoutā€™ 25 minutes, maā€™am!ā€ He called back. You thanked him as you stood up, walking across the small gap to sit beside your teammate. He turned his head towards you, his hands dropping to his thighs and his leg calming. You made pleasant small conversation for the rest of the ride, both simply enjoying the presence of the other.
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When you arrived at the site, you never would've expected it to be a place with biological weapons. In fact, you even wondered if you were dropped at the right location. From what you could see, the site was just a humble wooden house in the forest, almost like a cabin. Its yard and landscaping were neglected, the paths to the door becoming overgrown and the wildflowers taking over the areas beside the porch. Kƶnig took the path in front of you, his rifle at his side and his large body pushing up to the door and opening it by force. The pilot and his plane took off behind you, leaving you and Kƶnig to clear the building and search for information for a good while before he would return.
You marveled at the way that you and Kƶnig could work together. Kƶnig was a trailblazer, a spearhead. He pushed from room to room, opening doors by force and shooting first. He dropped bodies everywhere he walked, and it amazed you that the soft spoken, shy boy you knew from the plane was put on hold. It was his job, after all. Kƶnig was working. You two pointed in different directions, backs nearly pressed together, becoming a beautiful dance of bullets and coming out practically unscathed.
With his knife in one hand and a heartbeat monitor in his other, Kƶnig announced. ā€œClear!ā€ A body dropping to the ground beside him as his knife returned to its sheath. You followed quickly behind him, holstering your pistol as you walked.
ā€œThe basement.ā€ You reminded. ā€œWhere is it? Did you find the door?ā€
ā€œMmhmm.ā€ He hummed. ā€œOver here, liebling.ā€ He nodded his head to his left. The lighting that emitted from under the door was different from the warm white of the house, almost a cool blue, like aggressive fluorescent lights. He hesitantly walked over to it, slowly turning the handle as you both got your guns out once more. The door creaked open eerily, ā€œMe first.ā€ Kƶnig stated.
He ducked to get into the stairway, you following only steps behind him. He rounded the corner sharply, pointing his gun in the direction of any possible movement. There were only two people there, a woman and a white coat with her hands up in the air, and a man in all black gear with a gun pointed right at you. Kƶnig didnā€™t think twice as he shot the man, his heavy body dropping to the floor with a thud. You and Kƶnig moved forward to the woman.
ā€œOn the ground.ā€ You prompted. She obeyed, getting on her knees with a wince and leaving her hands where they could be seen. Kƶnig walked a few feet away to take a glance at one of the many computers set up in the room. He leaned down slightly, silently observing a laptop with a blue and white screen. Files illuminated its display, and Kƶnig only grazed his eyes over them in curiosity. The computer work was your job, after all. You kept your gun pointed at the woman, only looking over at your partner for a few seconds to see what he was doing.
The woman saw her opportunity. She picked up an unmarked grenade off of the ground near her, pulled its pin and threw it at Kƶnig as fast as possible. A guttural scream left your throat, a bullet instinctively blowing into her brain as you panicked with the most terrifying thoughts. Kƶnigā€™s eyes widened as the grenade dropped to his feet. Rather than an explosion, the grenade simply leaked a pinkish substance from a few holes in its base, almost gas-like. As soon as he noticed it wasnā€™t going to explode, Kƶnig picked it up and threw it up the stairs. The pink haze remained around him, his chest heaving as he attempted to calm himself down from his panicked thoughts of mortality.
ā€œKƶnig, Kƶnig!ā€ You rushed over to him, a hand placing onto his chest as you pushed him into another room within the basement. He stumbled backward slightly, catching himself on a door frame as you backed him into the room and opened the door for him. It had no people, no gasses, it was just a simple single office. The lights were back to being a warm beige color. It had a few computers on one desk together, filing cabinets, a few desk chairs, a small fan in the corner, and a few little areas with bookshelves or plants. ā€œItā€™s okay! Iā€™m right here, youā€™re okay. I promise.ā€ You assured Kƶnig as you walked with him. You shut and locked the door behind you, placing your partner slowly down onto a plush desk chair across from the main desk. His wide eyes looked up at you, petrified.
ā€œOh ScheiƟe, was ist das? Was passiert mit mir Liebling?ā€ He spoke quickly in his native tongue. You felt so horrible, letting something like that happen to him. You could tell how much his anxiety was beginning to affect him, his ability to speak English practically fleeting, and his words beginning to slur together ever so slightly. You attempted to give him space, but his hands flew to your waist as he panicked. ā€œNo! Donā€™t go-ā€ The look in his eyes tugged at something in your heart. He looked miserable, like he was so helpless he could almost cry.
Thatā€™s when you knew something was very wrong, Kƶnig was far from helpless. Youā€™d seen him destroy foes moments ago and how his eyes were pooling at the sight of you.
ā€œIā€™m not going anywhere, Kƶnig. I just need to take a look at their files, okay? I need to figure out what they threw at you. Iā€™ll be right here. Iā€™ll never leave you.ā€ You assure. He nodded, his breaths calming as he let go of you slowly. The lack of your body made him antsy, the feeling of your body heat in his hands mysteriously making his ache from the gas relieve. He shut his eyes and let his head drop, heavy breaths leaving his covered lips.
You moved to the other side of the desk, punching in an access code to their computers as you desperately searched their files. The screen illuminated with documents, hundreds of reports and tests written out in front of you. You scrolled past what your captain wanted you to find, your mind only being set on Kƶnig. You needed to help him. He is what you cared about, fuck the mission.
ā€œWill I die?ā€ Kƶnig muttered while staring down into his lap, almost too quiet for you to hear. Almost like he was asking himself.
ā€œNo! No, I will NOT let you die.ā€ You typed furiously as you sifted through the files on all the lab's projects, past and future. Until you landed on oneā€¦ Project Cupid. The title page included a blueprint and prototype of the exact grenade thrown at Kƶnig. Your eyes sifted over the lab report, hoping for an idea of what he was going through.
ā€œEs ist so heiƟ hier drinā€¦ itā€™s so hot-ā€ He whined. He threw off his vest, rolled up his sleeves, and took off his helmet and gloves. His hands shook as he attempted to relieve himself of his discomfort, his sorry attempts proving useless to the crawling in his skin. ā€œI canā€™t take it, mausā€¦ lass mich dich noch einmal berĆ¼hrenā€¦ā€ He begged from behind his hood, his hips shifting in the seat you had placed him in. His native tongue caused his voice to rasp, he was almost growling as he spoke. He threw his head back, his eyes tracing the lines of the ceiling.
ā€œIā€™m sorry, Iā€™m sorry. Iā€™m trying.ā€ You urged. You read the symptoms, the outcomes, just anything that it could do to him. It was a sex bomb. A pheromonal gas. Kƶnig was squirming and sweating out of his mind. Being this way wouldnā€™t kill him, but you could tell he was uncomfortable. His chest was heaving, his forearms were sticking to the chair, and as you suspected, a painfully prominent tent was in his pants. ā€œHoly shitā€¦ā€ You whispered.
ā€œWhat? What?ā€ He asked as his view shot back to you. ā€œWhat is it?ā€ He looked at you with desperation, his eyes begging behind his hood.
ā€œYouā€¦ you wonā€™t die, Kƶnig. Youā€™re being affected by a pheromonal gas. Itā€™s gonna feel really hot, youā€™re gonna be pretty uncomfortable, and youā€™re probably prettyā€¦ aroused?ā€ You attempted to explain. Kƶnig groaned.
ā€œOh fuck-ā€ He began. ā€œIā€™m so sorry, maus. Fuck- I never shouldā€™ve let this happen. Iā€™m so- ahhh- Es tut mir leid. I should've been more carefulā€¦ā€ He moved his hips lazily as he spoke, the friction from his pants alone almost causing him to moan. You looked at him from across the desk, his eyes squeezing shut with every movement and his hands going white-knuckled on the arms of the chair. The reports told you exactly what you needed to know. You knew he was gonna be like this for a while, especially if you don't help him.
But you couldn't. Not when the reports explicitly told you he wouldn't be thinking straight soon.
ā€œEverything is okay! Weā€™ll get you through this, Kƶnig. How about you lay down on the ground for a second? Itā€™ll be colder down there.ā€ You moved from your spot at the desk and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tensed at the touch, his teeth clenching as he tried not to make a sound. Even a touch as small as that, a simple graze to his clothed shoulder, he wanted to tear your clothes off and fuck your brains out.
ā€œO- of course. Yesā€¦ Iā€™ll do that.ā€ He got up slowly, his legs weakly carrying him as he made his way to lay in the middle of the room, his large body relaxing against the cool concrete floor. He was still breathing heavily, and you could still see that sweat was trailing down his forearms. His back relaxed against the floor, his face looking upwards at the ceiling. The lights danced in his vision, his mind hazed with lust.
You felt bad, so bad. But there wasnā€™t entirely anything you could do, you knew his headspace wasnā€™t entirely clear and he didnā€™t want to do anything that either of you would regret. ā€œIs that better?ā€ You asked. You stood a few feet away from him, looking down on him.
He trailed his big hands along the black athletic pullover that he always wore under his gear, quickly undoing the zipper and pulling it over his head. It took a bit of his hood with it, revealing his open mouth and a part of his nose. What you could see was stunning. Scattered stubble, soft lips, faded scars. Shockingly, Kƶnig didnā€™t care that part of his face was showing, or maybe he didnā€™t even notice. His chest was bare and toned, the sweat and scars together making a gorgeous view. His stomach didn't present as all abs, he still cutely supported a soft belly. ā€œSo heiƟā€¦ā€ He simply responded.
ā€œWhat was that?ā€ You asked.
ā€œItā€™s soā€¦ fuckingā€¦ hot.ā€ He panted. You nodded, briskly walking over to the fan in the corner of the room and turning it onto high as a last resort. You looked around, looking for anything else that could help him. ā€œPleaseā€¦ please help me, schƶne taube. Let me touch you again.ā€ He sat up from his position, his hood falling back down. He backed himself into a wall, the cool paint pressing onto his back and forcing a moan from his lips. You walked over to him, not quite understanding what he meant.
ā€œDoes that help you, Kƶnig? Do you feel better when you hold me?ā€ You hadn't read that this would help him in the reports, but you really did desperately want to help him. You hated seeing him like this, this distressed and distraught state. You held out your hand to him. He grabbed your it with greed, pulling you down onto your knees to be with him on the floor. His mind was moving faster than his mouth, his lips babbling on as he pulled you into him. You rested next to him, your thigh touching his. He placed his hands along your arm, holding it gently and placing your hand on his clothed cheek, beginning to run it down his chest.
ā€œSo much betterā€¦ so sehrā€¦ please, please- I need to touch you more. Please. I need to feel your skin against mine, schƶne. Fuckkk- I need you!ā€ Kƶnig babbled. You could see his hips moving, his cock aching within his pants. He attempted to drag your hand down to the tent, but you sharply pulled away.
ā€œKƶnig, I canā€™t. I can't touch youā€¦ like that, Iā€™m sorry. I know youā€™re not thinking clearlyā€¦ I canā€™t do that to you when you may not really want it.ā€ You spoke, bringing your hand back up to hold his cheek. He whined at the touch, his own hand dipping between his legs to press down on where they met. He looked into your eyes, sweetly, and let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard.
ā€œScheiƟe, bitte, ich meine es ernst! Iā€™ve wanted you since I met you, mein schatz. Please, pleaseee. Fuck, fuck- just fuck me, I beg of you! I ache, I need you. I promise I really want you. I want you so bad!ā€ Kƶnig continued his begging as he clawed at his belt, his ungloved hands easily undoing it. ā€œIā€™m sorry, Iā€™m sorry I can't take it-ā€ Kƶnig quietly realized that he might've sounded ridiculous.
You looked down at his tented pants, and back up to his eyes. You nodded at him. He was serious, something about his eyes told you so. It was all coming back to you now. The way he would relax into you when you sat next to him, when he would laugh with you at lunch, when he would ask you out for drinks between just the two of you, even when he would reach the top shelves for you. He liked you. Damnit, he might just love you. ā€œJust promise me you wonā€™t regret this later.ā€ You pleaded.
Kƶnig lifted his hood and threw it off of his head. His eyes met yours as he sighed with the relief of showing you his whole face. His eyebrows were knit together, his eyes showing a needy side of him you never thought youā€™d see. ā€œI could never regret anything with you, kleine maus.ā€ He grabbed you by the waist once more, bringing you onto his lap. One of his hands flew up to the back of your head, making a fistful of hair and pulling you into a messy kiss. You gave in instantly, your whine being muffled by his own.
The way he handled youā€¦ you could feel a wave of lust take over your body. His hands ran down your body, his fingertips trailing and tracing every part of you that he could as he muttered his gratitude to you. He tugged at your shirt, undoing the tuck you had done so perfectly in the morning. His hands ran into the bare skin of your stomach, a happy groan coming from his throat. ā€œOh godā€¦ thank you so much, maus. Your skin- mein gott. Itā€™s like heaven.ā€ Your hands shot to the side of his face, your kiss deepening as you pressed your chests together. Kƶnigā€™s hands pulled your shirt upwards, your arms lifting to allow him to fling it somewhere in the room.
His hips still needily rutted against yours, your mind slipping from sane thoughts every time you felt his hard cock brush up and down against you. With every kiss, you felt like you were about to break, and he did too. He felt horrible, he knew he wasn't properly preparing you. Normally, he would have laid you out and stretched you with his fingers and wetted you with his tongueā€¦ but this was no normal occasion.
You moved your hands away from his face to tug at your belt, removing it and tossing it behind you. Kƶnig noticed, his hands falling from your stomach to the hem of your pants. He nudged at the button, undoing it and sliding your pants off of you while you helped him. Except for your underwear and boots, you were bare for him. You had never been this exposed to him before, and the look on his face told you he couldn't be more excited.
Gently, Kƶnig slipped a set of two fingers down past the lip of your panties. His half-lidded eyes met yours, praise seeping from his lips as he grazed your soaking pussy and pressed his fingers lightly onto your clit. ā€œOh je, du hĆ¼bsches MƤdchen! Do you want me this bad? This is for me? Danke~ you're so good for me.ā€ He practically growled into your ear. You nodded at him in response, your head resting on his shoulder as he sank his fingers in. ā€œPerfect, my love.ā€ He groaned. ā€œMmm, Iā€™m gonna fuck you so good. Would you like that, sweetheart?ā€
Fuck, you didn't know he would be so vocal like this. Maybe it was the added hormones talking, but you loved it either way. As you desperately reached down to Kƶnigā€™s pants, he drug his fingers out of you and placed them into his mouth. He hummed against the taste, his eyes admiring you pulling down his pants like you'd die without feeling him. He watched your eyes widen as you met with his hard cock, and he knew this would happen. He wasn't just impressive in the field or in the height department. ā€œK- Kƶnig I-ā€ You began.
ā€œShhhh, kleine maus. I know, I know you can take me. C'mere, let me help you, please.ā€ Kƶnigā€™s hands traveled along your hips, bringing them to hover over his cock. Even under the influence of a hormonal drug, he cared. He looked up at you, a softness in his eyes as he used one hand to line himself up with your cunt. ā€œDeep breath, love.ā€ He instructed, his thick tip poking at your entrance before it slipped into place within you. You let out a strangled moan as you felt the burning stretch of his cock. Konig stopped begging as much now, he knew he had you. You were whining desperately as he spread you apart.
ā€œHoly shit, Kƶnig! Oh fuck- God, you're so big-ā€ You whined, Kƶnigā€™s arms continuing to push you down onto him. The feeling gave a subtle burn, your muscles tensing and trying to relax. He gave you a soft smile, wrapping his arms around you and hugging your waist as your hips pressed back into his, closing the distance and pressing him deep inside. You hugged him back, your arms resting on the top of his broad shoulders. His hips desperately shifted upwards, begging to fuck into you.
After a few moments of deep sighs and adjustment, you told him you were ready and his hands returned to your waist. He lifted you with ease, his strong arms guiding you to bounce up and down and coat this thick cock with your juices. ā€œHeilige scheiƟe! Youā€™re so good- youā€¦ you feel so good!ā€ He pleaded. ā€œDanke, mein leibling!ā€
He looked at you in amazement, his hands traveling up to take off your bra as you rode him at a slow pace. He flung it somewhere in the room, his hands on your tits and his fingertips digging into them with need. He looked hypnotized, watching your pussy engulf his huge cock in a way he thought no one could. You cured his ache so well, he just wanted to destroy you. He wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn't think. He wanted to claim you from the inside and ruin you for any other man. You're his. His dick still ached inside of you, his sensitive head hitting the most perfect spots inside you as he craved more.
ā€œPlease, can I please take control of you? I need it, baby. I need to fuck you my way. I need to ruin you, schƶne taube.ā€ Kƶnigā€™s grip back on your waist tightened as he waited for your answer. You felt his sweaty chest against yours, your bodies sticking together. It made you whine, your nesitive nipples grazing against the rough of his chest.
ā€œPleaseā€¦ā€ You begged. ā€œI need you, Kƶnig. I need you so deep and strong and-ā€ Before you could even finish, Kƶnig had flipped the two of you, Your back pressed against the chilled floor, your thighs folded into your stomach as Kƶnig placed your legs on his shoulders. His hands pressed on the back of your thighs, shoving and manipulating them into the position he wanted to ruin you in. You moaned loudly as he slammed deep into you, a penetrating force so strong you could almost cry. ā€œKƶnig! Fuck, you're so good!ā€ You yelped.
Kƶnig was deep in his drunken haze, his hands pushing your squishy thighs back so he could fuck you deeper. He fucked you with a much faster pace now, the sound of your skin meeting echoing as you whined helplessly beneath him. He traced his hand down to your clit, his thumb tracing lightly along your nerves. ā€œOh, ja, scheiƟe! Take me, sweetheart. Take me, take me, take me!ā€
He leaned down, a soft kiss being placed on your lips to contrast the rough fuck he was giving you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you tightened down on him, his big hips continuing to fuck through the tightness. His aching flared again, his cock twitching as he fucked you. God, he needed to cum so badly. He needed to cum so badly this whole time. Ever since he took a breath of that drug, he laid his eyes on you and imagined fucking you into oblivion. Hell, he imagined it long before that. He imagined it alone in his room after long nights drinking with you, or even on days when you only said a single word to him.
You brought your hands up to his face, holding his soft cheeks and looking into his eyes as you spoke. ā€œDo you wanna cum for me, Kƶnig? You're doing so good for me.ā€ You smiled at your subtle tease, his eyes melting as you spoke. It was like you had just read his mind. You went on a limb that he would like what you said, but he confirmed that by fucking into you faster. He let out growls and grunts with every thrust, throwing away the idea of embarrassment and anxiety and embracing the hormonal drug running through him. His thrusts began slipping, your walls tightening down harder on him as you chased release too.
ā€œMmmā€¦schatz, Iā€™m going to cum! Can I cum for you?ā€ He groaned, his sloppy thrusts becoming unpredictable. Your cunt spazzed around him, your juices coating him further as your back arched in unimaginable pleasure. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, a scream of Kƶnigā€™s name leaving your lips as he drug his cock out of you. As you laid out on the floor, spent and breathless, Kƶnig sat on his knees above you and wrapped his hand around his cock. He stroked himself with urgency, his head flying back as he groaned your name. ā€œOh hĆ¼bsches MƤdchen, du fickst mich so gut!ā€ Your wetness coated his cock and his hand, cum quickly shooting from the tip of his dick and landing beautifully on your stomach.
Kƶnig slumped back against the wall, his hand returning to his side and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. He looked around for his shirt, leaning over to get it and making it into a ball, whispering to you as he made his attempt to clean you up. ā€œDankeā€¦ you were so good to me. Iā€™ve wanted you like that for so long.ā€ He mumbled. ā€œWhat would I do without you?ā€ He asked. You giggled, your hand reaching to hold Kƶnigā€™s. He smiled at you. You both took a moment to breathe, collecting your clothes, putting the back on, and gathering the data you had been sent for.
You leaned over the lab computers, plugging in a flash drive as Kƶnig called in and requested evac. As you typed, Kƶnig walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His masked cheek pressed against your back. ā€œCan we please cuddle when we get back to base, maus?ā€ He mumbled, squeezing you gently.
ā€œAbsolutely, Kƶnig.ā€
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