#g.) …maybe I’m the one who needs to chill
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Crystal Moon
dynamic: g!p ning x siren!fem reader
synonsis: ningning went to a nearby beach to clear her mind but there’s a unexpected visitor who she meets along the way
warnings: dubcon, manipulation, exhibition, seduction, dacryphilia (crying), begging, overstimulation, both are dominate at one point, Ning is a little depressed lmk if I’m missing smth !!!!
wc: 1,329 or 1.3k
A/N: in honor of my LONNGGGGG awaited return I’ve made something new plus I’m accepting bg requests!!
The old sand molted the shape of ningning feet as she walked along the beachside, this was the only way she would be able to think, everything was just so clouded in her mind and she needed to catch a break, whether it was paparazzi or stalkers following her it was all too much, this beach reminded her of the good times she had as a kid although it looked different….. it was windier and cloudy all the time not a lick off sun in sight..
Ning rested against a large rock near the ocean the tidal waves marking their path in the brown sand, her eyes felted heavy as she glanced at the empty vodka bottle she had tucked away in her jacket, she knew she’d have to go back and face reality eventually but a little break wouldn’t hurt anyone
She let her eyes close for a brief second before a a sweet yet seductive tune played in her head, maybe it was the alcohol she thought over and over until the rhythm changed…”Yeah theres no way I’m dreaming” she thought as her legs dangled from the large rock, the tune got louder and more intense but the voice of whatever it was made her head foggy, foggier than it was before it was mind controlling in a way, she counted complain it was such as beautiful thing to hear but she felt like it was the only thing she heard the sound of the ocean water hitting the rocks gone, the sound of the birds chirping and flapping their wings erased, just the tune was heard, yeah she was in denial until a dark figure was seen moving from under the wooden brown bridge in front of her.
Maybe her suspicions were true she’s not dreaming…but in fact hallucinating Ning groaned as she lifted her body off the rock before plopping down on the sand, she could’ve swore she stepped on a seashell or a hermit crab? But nonetheless her foot was on a sharp object, she didn’t know if she wanted to check on her foot or follow the figure who released the tune..
She just couldn’t think straight so ignoring her very aching foot she went after it but the song got louder and more hypnotizing and intoxicating it felt like drinking the most throat burning alcohol in the world, right when it felt like she was gonna faint she spotted a dark purple tail she reached out to try and grab it but it moved upwards like it was begging Ning to touch it, but that’s when the song stopped as the tail turned into a pair of long soft legs
“H-hello” Ning said with a shaky voice unaware of the creature that was before her eyes, the now human walked in front of ning as she gawked, your skin was glistening as her eyes trailed from your body to your chest then your dark eyes, they looked lifeless to Ning but she didn’t move..she couldn’t move..it was like someone was holding her in place.. you were holding her place the song she heard wasn’t a dream or a hallucination it was you..you lead her here to do what exactly??
Your dark eyes pierced her skin, it made her feel invisible but when your hand touched and grasped her shoulder she knew you were real “w-who are you” she whispered “if I told you who I was I’d be banished so let’s just call me siren” her voice gave her chills as she nodded your presence drove her crazy but your body was hypnotic, needless to say there was a visble tent in her pants as she looked at you trembling “I must say I never seen another human on this beach in months” Ning almost came right there when you kept speaking to her, she didn’t know you could sense her arousal, your arms brung Ning in for a bare hug before dragging her under the wooden brown bridge, she wanted to scream and fight, she didn’t want to go with you, she didn’t know if you wanted to kill her or even take her away she was defenseless because she just had to come to you, she just had to be attracted to your song and follow you…
You reached the bridge as you placed her down on the sand this part was much darker and colder it made her nipples perk up under her gray hoodie, Ning was afraid but aroused, you straddles her hips as your hands rested on her shoulders “you know what I’m gonna do to you is your own fault right…..you purposely followed me for you’re own reasoning” she wanted to believe it wasn’t but your words persuaded her, a smile formed on your lips as you unzipped her hoodie, her skin was so and delicate, it was life one slice with your claws and her skin would be tainted
Your hands trailed to her pants as her tent was visible you smiles softly before pulling them down but leaving them on her thighs although you were gonna take advantage of her you didn’t want her to get horrifyingly sick, there was a sight of precum left in her boxers as you pulled them down revealing her cock, it stood upright as it smacked against her soft belly it was so thick and long, this was visibly the biggest you’ve ever seen even male sirens didn’t have this much girth you thought as you slide down your panties, there was a hint of worry on nings face as you lifted yourself up then guided down on her cock, the stretch was painful but bearable, you sank down until your clit reached her pelvis, Ning gasped and whimpered under you as her hands immediately went to your hips kneading the soft flesh, you tried your best to stay silent but it just felt too good your body weakened as you moved your hips against hers her cock felt good in your tummy, her tips was pushing and hitting your cervix as you got leverage and started to lift your hips and bounce on your cock, your whimpers didn’t go unproved by Ning as she kept kneading your hips while letting out whimpers or curses every other second, your cunt squeezed her cunt deliciously as your hips moved restlessly it was so magical and synchronized, her flesh slapped against yours as liquid ran down your legs she didn’t know you came yet until the white ring formed around her cock, she felt her high coming as you clamped around her, she didn’t know you could get this tight it was unbearable as tears rolled down her cheeks, she came inside your cunt with a loud cry as her hands squeezed you tight, but you didn’t stop you wanted to be full you haven’t felt like that in a while and she was your only option, her cock veins bulged and dragged against her spongy walls as you came again, your cum was beginning to soaked her joggers, Ning hiccuped as she pleaded and begged you to go faster, her feeble voice was such a turn on it made your cunt quiver around her, you felt her hands snake up your body and grasp your chest fondling with your nipples, you moaned at the sensation, as your hips stuttered.. you were close again but so was Ning her cock throbbed inside of your cunt as she squeezed and pinched your nipples your bottom lip tucked under your teeth as you came around her for the last time, Ning followed as her warm cum coated your walls.
Nings eyes closed as you lifted yourself off her, you cleaned her up but left her on the sand unconscious or conscious you’ll never know, but you did know she’d be back to look for you and always you’d be singing your tune wishing she would be the one to come find you….
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Antique Shopping
sweet stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader - NSFW
warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, sweet stepdad being mean 🫣, condescension, really leaning into dad/daughter dirty talk, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink, creampie
not proofread ✌️
“Oooh look at this!” you call out to Leon who’s flipping through some old vinyls in the corner.
“What is it?” His brows furrow as he takes in the knickknack you’re holding up.
“It’s a scarecrow,” you grin, turning it so he can see the burlap painted face.
“Consider me scared,” he smirks at you making you roll your eyes with a laugh.
“Why? You some old crow?” You smart off, turning to put the little figurine back on the shelf.
He walks over to where you’re browsing the shelves stuffed with random items ranging from costume jewelry to books on tape.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, he drops kisses to the side of your head and down to your neck making you whimper as chill bumps race down your arms.
“Daddy,” you sigh, letting him tug you back as he kisses and bites at your neck until you’re rocking back against him.
He pulls you deeper into the antique store, passing decorative furniture and paintings until you’re in a secluded corner between some cabinets.
Leon slips his fingers underneath the band of your panties and leggings to swipe across your clit.
“Oh, you’re gonna get us caught,” you whimper, hands grasping onto his biceps as he teases your clit with soft circles.
“Not if you’re quiet,” he kisses your check, “be good for your dad, sweetheart, and let him play with your cute little pussy.”
Mewling, you lean back against the wall and let Leon tease across your slit until his fingers part your wet folds to tease at your hole.
“She’s crying already,” he murmurs in your ear, sliding his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “little pussy needs her dad’s fingers, huh?”
Leon kisses you hotly to stifle any noise you make. Eyes fluttering, you whimper and suck on his tongue as he slowly fucks his fingers in and out of your clenching hole.
“Feels so good,” you whisper, eyes gathering tears as you try to keep quiet.
“Oh, I know, baby,” he coos, “maybe I should slip my cock into this needy little cunt.”
You clamp down on his fingers as you bite on his bottom lip, “Leon.”
“Don’t you want me to fill your little pussy full? Stretch you out on my fat daddy dick, baby?”
Slick drips all down his fingers as he scissors you open, thumb circling your clit slowly.
“C’mon,” he nips your earlobe, “you know you do. Want daddy to stuff his daughter’s hot little cunt.”
He chuckles as your thighs clamp around his wrist, but it doesn’t stop him from fingering into your wet pussy.
“Daddy, you’re being so mean and dirty,” you whimper, hips rolling into the rhythm of his finger fucking.
“Poor baby,” he kisses you until you can’t breathe, “didn’t you tell me last night how I’m not rough enough?”
Your head drops back against the wall, “I was just teasing, daddy.”
“Mmm,” he hums and kisses your neck, “maybe so, but I’m gonna play with my daughter’s cute pussy as long as I want.”
Your hips jump forward as he grinds his fingertips against your g-spot, smirking down at you, crows feet deepening in the corner of his eyes.
“There we go, ride your dad’s fingers, sweetheart,” he sucks a mark into your skin, “be a good girl for me.”
“Dad, daddy, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant, trying to keep your voice down, eyes too hazy to really look around and make sure no one’s nearby.
Leon’s fingers still inside your fluttering walls, thumb pressing down on your puffy clit as he presses even closer to you. Before you can whine, he kisses you messily and then you hear the hushed conversation of a pair of women walking down the aisles next to you.
Your eyes roll back as slick oozes from your cunt and all over Leon’s fingers and hand, whimper caught in your throat as he licks across your tongue. The thought of someone seeing Leon with his fingers buried in your pussy makes you clench and pulse around his digits, hands clawing at his shoulders as your clit throbs under his thumb.
You can feel his laugh against your lips as he sloppily kisses you again and again, until he’s just lazily fucking his tongue slowly in and out of your mouth. His dark blue eyes looking down at you makes you burn hot all over. He’s drooling all in your mouth and you can only tug him down, mentally begging him for more.
The women move from the far end of the aisle down to being right next to you, just on the other side of the cabinet you’re tucked behind. Leon’s thumb roughly presses down on your clit as he sloppily sucks on your tongue. You’re so turned on you can’t even breathe.
Leon lets go of your tongue with a soft pop and pulls his fingers away from your soaked cunt. He then tugs your leggings and panties down to your thighs before pulling his cock out from his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans. Stroking himself with the slick coating his hand, he grabs the base of his drippy uncut cock and presses it against your clit.
You feel wild as you can still hear the women in the next aisle talking even as your stepdad rubs his cock across your wet cunt. Reaching down, you spread your pussy lips open, watching as Leon’s eyes narrow, biting his lip as he sinks his cock into your dripping hole.
He covers your mouth with his big warm hand as he rocks his hips forward, slowly working his dick deeper into your spasming cunt.
His lips press against your ear, “Gonna cream my little girl’s hot pussy. Give you all of daddy’s thick sticky cum til it’s dripping down your thighs.”
You want to scream; you feel too much as he ruts his fat cock into your cunt, thumb playing with your pudgy clit as he whispers dirty words into your ear.
He flicks your swollen bud and your cumming all over his cock, slick leaking down his shaft to drip down his balls as he presses his hand harder against your mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it, cream my cock,” he hisses, hips stuttering under the pressure of your pussy squeezing around his dick.
“Little pussy gripping me so tight I can’t even pull out,” he teases, grinding against you, “don’t worry, I won’t pull out, gotta stuff my daughter full, right?”
You mewl behind his sweaty palm, pussy fluttering around his cock as he swivels his hips against yours.
The voices of those women taper off as they walk away, moving back to the front of the store. Leon waits a beat and then pulls halfway out of your soaked cunt before bullying his cock back inside.
“Take it, take it,” he pants, moving both hands to your hips, canting you forward so he can fuck you deeper and harder, “mmm, g’nna cum all in this sexy fucking pussy.”
“Daddy,” you whimper, cunt throbbing, feeling on the edge of another orgasm as he knocks against the spongy spot in the front of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck, you’re gettin’ tighter,” he slurs out, eyes completely blown out as they stare down at you, “cum for me again, sweetheart. Want you to cum for me and I’ll creampie your cute pussy.”
With trembling fingers, you reach down to softly rub your clit as Leon keeps hammering against your g-spot. He bucks into you hard and bumps your cervix, making you clench down with a low squeal, climax overtaking your body until your eyes roll back.
“God, so perfect,” Leon groans, burying his cock deep in your squelching pussy.
A low moan rumbles in his chest as the tip of his cock spurts rope after rope of hot cum inside your clenching pussy, walls fluttering and milking his thick length.
“Good girl,” he kisses your neck, then your ear, “mm, such a good girl for me. Love you so much, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whimper as he pulls out of your cunt with a low suctioning noise, his cum leaking down your thighs.
He groans and helps pull your panties and leggings back up.
“Let’s get you home,” he kisses the side of your head, “so proud of you, did such a good job for me, sweetheart. Gonna give you a nice massage and then a hot bath once we make it back to the house.”
“Yeah?” You smile up at him, eyes hazy as you feel his cum oozing from your cunt into the gusset of your panties.
“Of course,” he grins down at you, “my way of apologizing for cutting this trip a little short, too.”
You giggle and link your arms together, “You’ll just have to bring me back later, then.”
“It’s a date,” he smiles and dips down to kiss you on the lips.
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Hii, I hope you are having a good day or night! I've recently read your platonic yandere voltron things. And I was wondering if you would make some more headcanons? Or stories with platonic yandere? Here are some ideas you could write either a few headcanons or a story about, for if you have low inspiration. Kidnapped reader with platonic yandere voltron, maybe by an alien species who wanted to help the reader? How would the team react? What would they do? Or maybe the reader get really sick which isn't easily cured cue the panic from the team? Again, just so you know I really like your work! So keep up the good work, and thank you for making your works in the first place! Take good care of yourself, and stay hydrated!
Yandere Voltron’s Reaction to Reader being Taken
O M G DONT EVEN PLAY WITH ME RNNNN!!!! I absolutely LOVE yandere voltron like they’re so fun to write for🤞😜 I love the idea of the group just going crazy if reader were to escape UGHH
tysm pookie, take care of yourself too and ENJOY THIISSSS
OK YOU JUST SPURRED IDEAS INTO MY HEAD
I can already imagine the group going crazy when reader suddenly gets swept up right from their grasp out of nowhere by some random spaceship
I know you said some kind of an alien species taking reader but hear me out
It’s LOTOR AND HIS LITTLE GROUPIES OOOOO
It’s painfully obvious that you’re the real star in voltron seeing as how possessive and protective they are of you, hiding you away whenever danger is nearby
So it only makes sense to Lotor to just kidnap you as leverage for his plans
Little did he know that you would be THANKING him for taking you away from the group lmao😭
Imagine your tied up and homeboys getting ready to explain his super mastermind plan to you when all of a sudden you start rambling about how good it feels to be away from them
“Nothing personal, you were the only thing holding that sad excuse of a team together, so I needed you out of the picture for now.” Cue smirk
“UGH THANK GOD! I was literally starting to lose my mind in there, you have no IDEA how needy they all are.”
Now cue a dumbfounded Lotor
He was not expecting reader to be so relaxed considering how he just snatched you up out of nowhere
You’re just chilling while looking around his ship, maybe making conversation with his generals
You finally get a break from the constant attention and possessiveness, ANYTHING is better than being around the group
While you’re happily talking your voice away with Lotor a group, everyone in the castle is freaking the fuck out
It’s bad enough that they let you slip away from their grasp, it’s worse knowing it was Lotor who took you away💀
We all know how Lance feels about Lotor so I think he would have one of the more extreme reactions to you being taken away
Probably starts pointing fingers and starts blaming everyone for not being able to keep you safe
Lowkey begins targeting Keith because it’s somehow always his fault when something goes wrong💀💀
Lance might even starting crying and wailing out for you with Hunk when the situation finally hits him
Keith is also another one to have a more violent outburst during and after your disappearance
He’s someone I see with strong emotions that he doesn’t know how to handle yet so we already know how he might act
Agitated? Yes. Scared? For you, yeah. Furious? Oh honey absolutely.
Keith might have almost caught you too, but he didn’t. He’s so angry with everything and mostly himself that’s he’s pushing everyone else’s buttons, trying to convince the group that the only right choice is immediately going after you
He’s too anxious now that you’re not in his line of sight, making him kinda desperate to get you back again
Hear me out but I think the calmest ones would PROBABLY be Shiro and Pidge
Now I’m not saying that they’re CALM but they have the nerves mostly in tact
They’re already trying to locate where you are with the secret tracker that have on you so it doesn’t really benefit them to try and blame someone for what happened to you
Pidge’s hands shake while she’s working her whizz tho. She has to type, erase, and retype every now and then because of how nervous and anxious she is
She’s so used to having you around that now her brain can’t function properly without you
She doesn’t want to lose you like how she lost her brother and father so Pidge is trying her best to have a one track mind
Shiro on the other hand is more level headed
He really does try to calm the group down as best as he could but with Lance and Hunk crying, Keith yelling at them to get up and do something, Pidge taking a long time to track you down, and Allura and Coran seemingly in an entire different universe, he can’t help but feel the pressure of this disaster falling on his shoulders
This man is ready to just end Lotor when they find him like I’m not even joking
Everyone is getting on this man’s nerves and knowing that you’re trapped with Voltrons enemy doesn’t really make him feel any better
Hunk might even strike fear into Shiro while he’s babbling on about if you’re hurt or not, if they’re torturing you to get any information out of you etc
Poor Hunk is a flood gate at this point. One moment you’re right next to him and the next you’re not
He’s having a complete meltdown in a corner, maybe trying to comfort himself with a small picture of a selfie you both took together
This dude is already imagining all these terrible scenarios you could possibly be in which makes him feel even more terrible
Quite literally feels like he’s gonna throw up now when he begins thinking about how he’ll never see you again
Allura and Coran are surprising quite and calm during all this
They’d keep to themselves but know that they’re going through some extreme inner turmoil
It’s kind of like Allura disconnected herself from the world ever since you’ve been taken
Her skin itches to run out and grab a pod to find you herself but she knows it’s a brash idea
The only thing she does is mull over the idea of making Lotor regret messing with Voltron
BUT TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORTT
They are willing to do anything to get you back, not caring for the description they’ll leave along the way
The longer your gone the less control and stability they’ll have as a group
Desperate and irrational are some words to describe them during your being away from them
They will stop at nothing to have you back with them, some more destructive and violent than others
No one holds back when getting you back from Lotor, leaving his ships wrecked and forcing him to put his plans on pause as he recovers
Who knows, maybe him and his group might’ve grown similar possessive feelings towards you as well with the time you spent with them? HMMMM
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heya, i absolutely love your writing. seriously, it’s amazing!!
so i was wondering if i could request a larissa scenario where the reader can shapeshift. i was wondering if they could do it in a semi-public area eg car sex or event bathroom. maybe have larissa tease them publicly? eg. stroking their thigh, maybe even sitting on reader (non sexual but still in a teasing manner).
it could go as: larissa has to go to an event, can bring wife so she does. she keeps teasing r all night long and then r just can’t take it anymore.
Hi hi hi anon! Absolutely!! I love this idea 🥰 Thank you for your request, and thank you for your patience. Hope you Enjoy ♥️
Dinner Party Deals ~Larissa Weems xFem Wife!Shapeshifter!Reader
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, shapeshifting d!cks (g!p), Hand jobs, blow jobs, d!ck riding, car sex, restroom sex, semi-public sex, teasing, pet names, etc.
Enjoy (;
“Oh Darling, Please do come with me…” Larissa cooed, batting her eyes at you.
“To the Mayor’s campaign dinner party…?” You clarified, displaying your disinterest.
“Yes. It would be far more enjoyable with you there…” she promised, stepping closer to you and caressing your check, “And… I’ll make it worth your while when we get back home…” she husked.
Shivers ran down your spine as you gazed into her piercing blue eyes.
How could you deny this woman anything?
“Ok…” you managed to say, nodding in agreement.
Larissa then stepped back, clasping her hands together.
“Wonderful! Well, we’ll need to get dressed and leave soon if we plan to be on time…” the blonde exclaimed, then mumbled.
You nodded along and smiled.
“And one more thing, Darling…” she spoke, her tone becoming hushed.
“What…?” You curiously asked.
Larissa’s lips suddenly kissed yours for what felt like a fraction of a second, pulling away until she was mere inches from your skin.
“I want you packing tonight…” she whispered mischievously, before pulling away.
You blushed and nodded, rendered semi-speechless once again.
“I… alright.” You stammered.
Larissa smiled brightly at your agreement.
You two then finished your separate work, before you started getting dressed. You out on your go-to suit and waited for Larissa downstairs. You also shapeshifted your core as your wife had requested. Larissa then came down. She was wearing a stunning blue, wrap around dress. Your eyes couldn’t get enough. It hugged her curves in all the right way.
“Oh my…” you breathed out, your heart already racing “you look… breath taking, just beautiful…”
Larissa blushed at your words, coming over to give you a thank you kiss.
“Thank you, Darling.” She purred, “Although I’m sure you cannot wait to take it off of me later this evening…” she breathed huskily down your neck.
Chills ran down your spine at the blonde’s words. Sparks of electricity washed over you and right down to your currently very apparent member. You cleared your throat and regained your composure, and you were ready to go, trying to play your reaction off as nothing.
But Larissa knew she had gotten to you…
The drive wasn’t so bad at first. You were driving while Larissa gave you the download on who would be there. But quite quickly, it became harder and harder to concentrate as her hand began to wander and draw circle on your thigh.
“—And of course the Sheriff will be there, along with…” she continued, but your mind wasn’t paying much attention, as her fingers had toyed their way to your underwear line.
Your crotch was slowly bulging. It made you blush furiously, and Larissa smirked wickedly. But before Larissa went any further than teasing or you had time to start begging her, you had arrived. You had to take a deep breath and regain your calm before exiting the vehicle and entering the dinner party.
Larissa and you walked in together, arms linked. She led you around the party, introducing you to all the important and key figures that she thought you ought to know. And then it was time for dinner. You all sat down at the many tables. You and Larissa were sat with four other individuals at your table. The mayor got up to give his speech, which you originally had planned to listen to…
Before Larissa started playing scandalous footsie with you. Your breath hitched as her feet began to explore you legs, moving her touch higher and higher. Then she added her hand to your thigh again. The combination made you lightly dizzy and you had to bite your lip to restrain yourself.
And then the dinner conversation began… That brought a whole other level of challenge to the evening. And throughout all table conversations, Larissa never once let up on her under the table teasings. Her hand had traveled to you growing bulge at one point, nearly making you choke on your wine.
“Are you alright, Darling…?” Larissa concerningly asked you, placating her entire face in an innocent mask, while continuing to palm your twitchy, clothed member.
“I… Yes, sorry…” you choked out, trying to remember to take deep breaths, while giving your wife the side eye in warning.
Luckily, the dinner party soon moved into a lounge room with chairs and more open space. You took the time to breath and clear your head as best you could. You sat down, undoing your blazer button, with a sigh. But you didn’t get much peace, as the next thing you know, Larissa and a couple other high places people come in your direction. Without warning, Larissa sits on top of you.
“And this is my lovely wife, Y/N!” The blonde principal exclaimed, slightly tipsy.
They were all tipsy and didn’t seem to mind her bold action, viewing it as a sweet thing. But your eyes widened and you gulp, desperately trying to stay calm. Much to any of the other guests ignorance, Larissa’s ass was grinding down on your thrumming member. You could barely breathe. Your eyes were so close from rolling back, and a sinful groan was seconds from escaping your throat.
“Emm…” you coughed in interruption of the conversation that Larissa was carrying with the other guests, “You must excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” You explained with a tight strain in your voice.
Larissa’s eyes shimmered wickedly at your words, but she continued to to play innocent.
“Oh of course, Darling!” She said, immediately getting off of you, “Don’t mean to keep you” she said with a mischievous and knowing smirk.
You nod lightly, before scurrying out of the room. You walked the halls of the town hall, desperately looking for the restroom and thankfully finally finding it. Luckily it was a only stall, one person bathroom.
You shut the door and locked it, before immediately undoing your trousers, pulling out your aching dick, and stroking it a couple times. Your eyes rolled back and your sighed in relief. You had to bite your lip to keep quiet, but it was so worth it. Your pre-cum was already dribbling down your cock, getting your hands all sticky, but you could care less, as you worked yourself up with ease. Suddenly a loud rapture on the restroom door made you jump.
“Darling…” Larissa purred, “I know you are in there, let me in.”
You panted, quickly putting your dick away and cleaning up yourself before answering the door. With the door open, Larissa came forward, backing you into the bathroom. Her eyes raked up and down your frame. Your pupils were dilated. You were panting. Your cheeks were flushed, your hands clammy.
“Doing something…?” She teasingly purred, backing against the door to close it and lock it.
“I… just using the restroom…” you breathed out anxiously.
Larissa hummed skeptically in response. She began moving towards you again, trapping you against the wall.
“Your fly is undone, Darling…” she wickedly quipped, tilting her head and smirking, “Let me fix that for you…”
Oh Shit…
Before you could say anything else, your wife had already undone your trouser button, and her hand was deep in your pants, palming your throbbing dick. You let out a desperate groan in response to Larissa’s actions, your head smashing against the wall as you grinded needily against her hand.
“Ohhhh… Is this what you want…?” Larissa teased, now haven taken your member fully out and stroking it, not holding back anymore.
“God Larissa please…” you pleaded with your eyes screwed shut.
“Nuh uh uh…” she tutted in reminder, “Eyes open, Darling.”
You groaned once more and opened your eyes, meeting the blonde’s lustful, playful gaze. Her hand stroked your shapeshifted dick faster. And her face told you how much pleasure and how much she got off on this…
“Please please please…” you chanted, begging the woman.
“Alright… How about this…?” Larissa tauntingly purred in your ear, “I’ll let you cum once right here and in return… you suck me off in the car”
Your stomache dropped at her words. That was even more public… What if you got caught? You’d never had sex in the car before… But God, did you want to cum so badly!!
“Yes yes deal…!!” You groaned, nodding vigorously.
Larissa smiled big at your words. Her hand tightened its hold on your cock, making you have to bite down and muffle the guttural groan that ripped through your throat, as you came all over your wife’s hand. Your whole body was thrumming with pleasure. Your mouth hung open in satisfaction, and your dick went silent, obviously very satisfied with the outcome of the last 15 minutes. Shapeshifting back to you normal cunt gave you a relief and the ability to sigh in content.
“Excellent…” The blonde lustfully hummed, while helping you over and back down from your high.
The woman then helped you clean up, as well as herself, and the two of you went back out to the party. You two were quick to excuse yourselves when it seemed for to do so, as you both had more pressing concerns. Larissa eagerly led you by hand back to the car. You both got in, breathless.
By now, you could see Larissa’s apparent bulge… You gulped and stared wide eyed the woman sitting in the driver seat next to you. The blonde looked at you expectantly, but when you didn’t do anything, she took matters into her own hands. She easily picked you up and placed you at her feet, slipping her dress up to her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any knickers… As well as her own apparent dick.
You instinctually licked your lips at the sight. You got up on your knees and immediately licked a stripe from the base to the tip, catching some of her salty pre-cum. Larissa’s head flew back almost violently, as she let quite the sinful moan slip from her lips. You stopped licking her cock to remind her to keep it down.
“Shhhh, Darling… I like you better with a mouthful of my cock…” Larissa groaned.
You nearly moaned at your wife’s words, your own cunt starting to collect slick. You then took the blonde’s dick into your mouth all the way, in one fall swoop. You nearly chocked at its size.
“Breathe, Sweet girl…” Larissa reminded you, followed by a desperate, guttural moan, “God—! You look so pretty sucking me off…!!”
You moaned in response, starting to bob up and down on her dick. Larissa’s hand weaved into your hair, pushing you down only further. You remembered to breathe many times, as the woman nearly brought you to the chocking point many times, guiding you in a brutal pace. Larissa breathed heavily, at this point, jerking her hips and fucking your mouth sloppily.
“D-darling… Mmmm gonna cum…!!” Larissa groaned loudly.
You groaned in response, only quickening your pace, and encouraging the blonde to let go. Larissa came with her loudest cry yet, squirting her hot seed into your mouth. You licked the woman clean, as she slowly gathered her bearings. She eventually released your head from her vice grip. You then looked up at Larissa, mouth full of cum.
Larissa chuckled, bringing one of her fingers to your chin, wiping the excess cum off of it and stuffing it in your mouth. You moaned at the action, and she chuckled.
“Swallow. Don’t waste any of it.” The blonde told you.
You immediately obeyed and swallowed the entire load.
“Good girl…” Larissa breathlessly husked.
Your stomache sunk at her words. And your breath hitched.
“Yes…” you panted, “I’m your good girl…”
Larissa gazed down at you in delight.
“Take your trousers and knickers off, sweet girl…” she purred.
“I… um ok.” You stammered, getting up and shimmying your bottom half of clothing off.
When you were half nude, you presented yourself to the blonde. She smirked and picke you up, placing you on her lap.
“Such a good girl…” Larissa cooed, before lining up your slick cunt with her soaked cock and slowly sinking you down on her member, “But you’ll have to try and be quiet, Darling…”
You batted your eyelashes heavily and your eyes rolled back at her actions.
“Says the woman who just cried out because of my mouth… Ohhhhh…” you chuckled which quickly turned into a guttural groan.
Larissa looked at you, taking your words as a challenge. She then pulled you all the way down on her, abruptly bottoming you out.
“Oh Fuck GOD SHIT—!!!” You practically screamed, clinging onto Larissa for dear life.
The blonde chuckled in response, clearly happy with her work. She then began slamming up into you. This only made your cries of pleasure worse.
“You were saying…?” She eagerly teased.
“Shut up…” you grumbled, “and go harder.”
“My pleasure, Darling…” Larissa moaned into your ear.
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Larissa Weems Masterlist
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Ok I fell asleep for like an hour and woke up with massive Midwest emo ghouls au brainworm. Need to expel before sleep. There probably so many typos.
Mist - owner of local record shop. Makes all of the ladies who walk in the door feel like queens and makes condescending music bros shrivel.
Aurora - works at small cafe across the street. Amazing work ethic, short temper. Trying to find her place in the world as well as within a band that contains several very large personalities.
Mist comes in every day, wallet chain and massive key ring jangling in harmony with the brass bell hanging over the door. Orders a pour over every time, not because it tastes better. They really can’t tell the difference.
But because it takes longer. So they can admire Aurora’s deft hands stacking paper cups, refilling the sugar dispenser, smacking the side of the bean grinder to dislodge whatever’s stuck in there.
Aurora gives her a large. But she only charges her for a small. Slips her a cookie or a muffin cause it’s a funny shape, no one will buy it, it’s a day old (even though it tastes pretty damn fresh to Mist.)
Eventually she stops making excuses when she slides the brown paper bag across the counter, cause she’s too busy burying her blush when Mist reaches for it and grazes the top of her hand with their calloused finger tops, conditioned by steel core and round wire.
Aurora finds herself wanting to take a walk outside on her break. No longer content to put her headphones on and take a nap on top of a few sacks of coffee beans. Because Zeph frowns on that just a little.
She finds herself strolling past the window of the record shop, watching Mist prop up new releases against the window. At first they wave, but then y hey beckon.
The crisp chill in the air is a plausible excuse as to why the apples of Auroras cheeks are still so persistently red.
Mist asks if Aurora has a record player. And she does of course. “Have you listened to this?” Mist asks, plucking a record from beneath the counter.
Aurora hesitated, and admits, “No, I haven’t.” Aurora admonishes the fact that she hasn’t been in this world for very long at all and she’s a little bit intimidated by the seemingly vast and endless array for artists and genres.
“Take it for a spin. Let me know what you think.” Mist pushes the record across the gouged counter where various employees in the past 3 decades have carved their initials and perhaps some unsavory phrases.
“Oh, well, I don’t - we’ll - this is embarrassing. But I’m on sort of a tight budget.” The admission forms a hairline crack in her heart, and she isn’t sure why. Maybe Aurora simply does not want to refuse anything Mist has to offer.
“Don’t worry about that, you can bring it back later.” Sensing the hesitation in Aurora as her hand hovers over the record, they push it into her hand with a wink.
It’s so warm in there, Aurora can’t blame the chill and so she buried her face in her scarf and says “thanks, I’ve gotta get back. But, thank you. I’m so - I’ll - excited to listen.” She cringes inwardly and her feet stumble although not as much as her words as she heads for the exit.
She finished the rest of her shift, looking at her backpack with x-ray vision, as if she can see the record inside with Mist’s fingerprints all over it along with whatever she felt when she listened to it.
She kneels on the floor as in front of her stereo as soon as she gets home. Shoes and coat, scarf, lunch bag, all abandoned behind her like a trail of breadcrumbs.
GLORIA, G-L-O-R-I-A.
Jesus died for somebody's sins but not mine
Meltin' in a pot of thieves
Wild card up my sleeve
Thick heart of stone
My sins my own
They belong to me, me
People say "beware!"
But I don't care
The words are just
Rules and regulations to me, me
She’s vaguely aware of the dull throb in her knees and despite how loud she has the music cranked she’s kneeling on the floor practically pressing her ear to the speaker.
Her voice is loud and infectious, the words are irreverent and rebellious. She’s already hooked. And she flips the vinyl over 4 times before the gnawing in her stomach forces her to trudge to the kitchen and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Normally a creature of habit, and a neat one at that, the plate doesn’t make it to the sink and the knife sticks to the counter, laden with jam, and there are crumbs on the floor. She doesn’t care.
She tries to go bed early because she has the opening shift. But that contralto voice is ringing in her mind and her feet are dancing under the covers.
She crawls to work and his through the motions, but she finds she’s less tired than expected. Still high on the energy of what she considers truly powerful. It’s like a talisman, no one can fuck with her today. She can’t help but occasionally run her fingers over the record, safely stowed under the counter to return to its owner.
When Mist arrives, they grins like a shark once they hears what’s playing over the shop’s speakers.
Counting the time, then you came to my room
And you whispered to me and we took the big plunge
And oh you were so good, oh, you were so fine
And I gotta tell the world that I make her mine, make her mine
Make her mine, make her mine, make her mine, make her mine
G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria, G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria, G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria
G-l-o-are-i-a, Gloria
Aurora can’t even be bothered to feel shame as she shouts the newly memorized lyrics at the top of her lungs while preparing Mist’s pour over.
“So I guess you liked it?”
“You could say that.” Aurora is surprised that she can manage to say something remotely intelligible. She pulls the record out from under the register to slide back over the counter.
“No, keep it for now. But come by later. I think I have something else you’d like.”
Aurora is inclined to believe them. She takes the record back and in exchange slides over a brown craft paper bag. It feels heavier than usual.
When Mist dumps their belongings on the counter and flicks on the lights, they open it and sees it contains two cookies. And they are not deformed in the slightest.
Aurora comes in on her lunch, on a breeze that smells like roasted coffee and sandalwood. And she returns, with another record under her arm.
Zeph cannot find it within himself to chide her for being late. Nor will he for the days and weeks to come. When her 30 minute lunch break turns into 40 minutes. 45 minutes. 55 minutes.
Because an education in feminist proto-punk cannot be rushed. Nor can her deep dive into the riot grrl movement. Nor can love, Zeph knows that better than anyone.
#please tell me you see my vision#there is so so so so much more I have to say#aurora has to be well versed in all of the feminist music movements#that is why she takes no shit on stage#that is why she takes up space and demands attention#because she is talented and because she fucking can#did I mention I love her#I have been rolling around many ideas about her in her head#I myself do not possess very much femininity and it made me scared to write female characters#but I can see myself here#aurora ghoulette#mist ghoulette#midwest emo ghouls au#midnight moth writes
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|keep it down baby|
tag: dom!riri x blackfemreader
warning: smut (18+), pussy eating, fingering, dom!riri, sub!reader, slight daddy kink, fluff at the end:)
summary: you’re a bit needy and you can’t wait til everyone is asleep:) (very short)
“baby chill! it’s only 30 more minutes until lights out, then we can do whatever we want.” riri tried to sound stern, but the way you straddled her lap and kissed her neck made her sharp tone falter. “mm mm daddy, can’t wait. need you now.” you moaned slightly as the friction from your humping was getting stronger.
“fuck ma. everyone will hear.” she tried so hard to say no, but you felt so good. “then let them hear baby. so they can know who fucks me good every day and night.” that’s all riri needed. “shit. lay on yo back ma.” she flipped you both over, her body in between your legs.
“i’ll give you what you want, but you have to be quiet.” she began to kiss down your neck, to your breast, to your stomach, all the way to your leaking pussy. “you wet from a lil kissin mami? you leaking through yo shorts.” she pulled your shorts down your legs, throwing them carelessly.
“keep your fucking legs open, don’t run, and don’t make too much noise. you break these rules…you don’t cum. you understand?” she said sternly, causing you to nod timidly. “good.” she didn’t waste no time, diving into your cunt, slurping and sucking like a starved animal.
“fuck, daddy! put your tongue in it.” you whined, causing her to slap your thigh. “i told you to be quiet! do i need to gag you?” you quickly shook your head. she looked at you one last time before diving back into your pussy.
“i want this pussy to cream for me. can you do that mama? can you cream for daddy?” she taunted, entering two fingers. your body shook as her fingers hit your g-spot. “yes daddy! i’m gonna cream for you.” you said as quietly as possible, holding on to her free hand for support.
finally you came undone, creaming all over her fingers as you promised. riri mumbled a quick “good girl.” before take out her fingers to taste you. “mmmm baby, you taste so sweet. you wanna do sum else or you done?” she asked you sweetly. “maybe later, i’m a lil tired now.” you said snuggling into her. she smiled and kissed your cheek. “ok baby.”
𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷
©️an1meslvt
author: this was really fun to write. thanks to @prettymuchboodup for requesting this! make sure to leave more request guys! 🫶🏾💕
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To the Moon and Back:
1. From the sun,
AO3 | Written for @zelinktines24 #5: sun. Reblogs appreciated if you enjoy!!
Fandom: Breath of the Wild
Rating: G
Ship: Link/Zelda
Description: Under the light of the sun, the moon, and the stars, Zelda and Link travel to the Spring of Wisdom so the princess can perform one last prayer.
Read the full fic below or on AO3.
Though the sun shone brightly in the clear, cloudless sky, Zelda couldn’t help the shiver that went down her spine. A chill hung in the air, persistent, pushing her forward so that she may sooner find warmth. They weren’t far from the mild and comfortable temperatures of Central Hyrule–Lanayru was not so different except on the mountain, which loomed ominously before the princess and her knight.
Link walked beside her, expression unreadable as always. Even though the sun illuminated his features, she had no semblance of what was going on in his mind.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Link had begun to speak ever since that day in Gerudo Desert where Zelda’s life flashed before her eyes underneath the blade of a Yiga scimitar. The first words he’d ever spoken to her were, “Are you okay?”
And it seemed that ever since then, anything and everything he said was about her, and this question was no different.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she mumbled, distracting her gaze with something in the opposite direction from her knight. She couldn’t bear to look at him, not in this state of hopelessness.
“You can tell me.”
His words were always short and direct. Zelda wondered if he ever had anything more to say, or if he just didn’t know how? Either way, she hesitated to respond, instead focusing on the gentle brushing of grass against her feet. The sunlight filtered through the trees above, exposing their path through the small forest at the base of Mount Lanayru.
“I’m… worried,” she mustered at last. Still she refused to meet his eyes though she could feel them on her, burning. They were questioning, telling her to say more. “I’m not sure if this will work.”
The journey to the Spring of Wisdom only filled her with more dread, more despair, at the silent reception Hylia would surely give her. It was the same at the last two springs she visited, so why not this one? What would have changed except for turning seventeen. Yes, today, the day of her seventeenth birthday, she was traveling to beg to her deity. On her seventeenth birthday, Princess Zelda would offer one last prayer to the Goddess.
“It will,” Link said, cutting through her thoughts. “It will.” A second time, like he was reassuring himself. But the only person who needed to believe it was her, and she couldn’t.
“And if it doesn’t?” She stopped midstep. “What then?”
It was rhetorical. She knew Link did not have an answer and neither did she and nor did anybody in the kingdom of Hyrule because that was not a possibility. It had to work, needed to work, by Hylia please–
Zelda took a deep breath and decided to save her bargaining and pleading for the spring. She began walking again and her loyal knight followed suit.
He spoke again.
“How’s your research going?”
“My…”
She almost didn’t know how to respond. How was it going? It was a mystery to her too since her most recent days had been spent in front of Goddess statues, praying to nothing, practicing what she would say to the great mother Hylia on top of Mount Lanayru. Her father had ordered it, saying this was their last and most important chance. He wasn’t wrong. Apart from not researching in a while, nobody had asked her. Everyone around her was focused on making it through, day by day, the looming doom plummeting Hyrule into a depression. She was no exception.
But she smiled at him anyway, eyes lighting up and perhaps rivaling the sun.
“My research was good,” she finished.
Was. As though she may never research again. As though those days were behind her and there would be no tomorrow after she prayed at the statue. Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn’t.
“I recently uncovered a few more pieces of ancient literature,” she continued, and now the steps she took toward the spring were more bearable. “From the Sheikah, about how they…”
And Princess Zelda divulged the details of her research to her faithful knight for the rest of their walk, animated and smiling and giggling and so unusual for their circumstances but she allowed herself this grace, this one last time, to feel alive. To feel happy. To truly, truly be with Link and not her personal knight. Link, who would hold her when she cried; Link, who brought her tea when she couldn’t sleep; Link, who stayed by her side.
Until they reached the beginning of the Mount Lanayru trail.
He smiled back at her and squeezed her shoulder. Her voice tapered off and her smile disappeared as she gazed upon the dirt and the leaves and the rocks, worn from eons of pilgrimage to the Goddess statue.
Let’s go, he was saying.
“May Hylia light my path,” she replied, looking carefully up to the sun.
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Hello! Can you do a fluff with miles 42 and a puertorican reader just relating to traditions and maybe helping Rio in the kitchen and just enjoying each other’s company?
Thank you and I love your works!
No
Miles G Morales x PR!F!Reader
* Hey lovely sorry I wasn’t abt to get to this sooner! This is such a cute request!! Hope you enjoy! Made these head cannons cause apparently I’m half assing a full story
* No warnings Js fluff…and burning-
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* you and miles met in his Spanish class, one day your teacher assigned different Spanish regions and turns out you and miles were the only two to pick puerto rico (MY PEOPLE)
* Of course you got an A+ and a long lasting relationship with it
* You guys started of a close friends, and how you met mama rio? That’s a story within itself
* You and rio met under strange circumstances
* Miles and his mom went to the supermarket and when miles goes to turn to the next isle and sees you reading a box of cake mix, surprising you while
* Mama Rio Js is around the corner watching who her son was so happy to see
* Playing it off like nothing “papi did you get— oh? Who’s this?”
* “Mami this Y/N my friend(and future gf)”
* “Ahh” Rio gives you a warm smile but thinks you look too… to be what miles has described you as(she thought you were a gringa—personal experience😭)
* “Un placer! Like Miles said I’m Y/N it’s nice to me you ma’am”
* YK MAMI RIO IS STUNNEDDD AND ECSTATIC
* “You should come over for dinner!”
* “I wouldn’t want to b a bother”
* “Nonsense call your mom and talk to her”
* “If your sure”
* “Positive”
* Miles is just watching this go down smirking to himself seeing his crush and mom get along so.. so.. well fast!
* You should know this isn’t the only dinner you’ve been invited too! A few months later you and miles are dating and literally has you over when ever you can
* You decided to stay over so yk there’s that, but when it comes to eating time you’re always there. ALWAYS.
* What can I say cooking should be a passion
* Anyways mama Rio is yk cooking and here comes Y/N “eso son pasteles?”
* “Y como tú supiste”
* “The smell” You laugh it off and wash your hands to help her
* “Tia te ago lo tostones?”
* “Hay si polfavor”
* And that’s exactly what you do
* Miles soon wakes up from his afternoon nap from the smell and sounds oil bubbling
* Remembering the last time his mom burned herself handling that
* He quickly comes to the kitchen to see Y/N at the stove and his mom chopping something up
* He’s goes to peak over Y/N shoulder,
* And your lost in the task at hand
* BAMM
* “Hay coño miles”
* We are now looking at your burned hand and the 3 tostones that have dropped
* “Omg I’m so sorry dame buscar la escoba”
* “No need miles vete y buscar lo, y tráeme like caja de medicina”
* “Mb Y/N you chilling?”
* “Yea you vibing?” You stick your tongue out at him while he retreats to the bathroom
* Mami Rio guides you to take a seat and in doing so miles comes back and Rio is patching you up
* “Terminar lo que faltan miles”
* “No”
* “No? NO? Tú no viste que le paso a tu novia”
* “Perdón mami” wincing at the ice back she had in her hand which connect with his scalp
* And yk it’s end rights there after food being served and ate down🧍🏽♀️
* Miles acts all tough but when ya went back to his room he kissing the bandaged of blisters saying he’s sorry and you should wake him up next time for oil handling<3
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#atsv x reader#miles morales x reader#miles g morales x reader#miles morales fanfiction#miles x y/n#miles 42#miles morales#miles morales x y/n#miles x reader#atsv fic#miles gonzalo morales#miles g morales headcannons#miles g morales#miles 42 x reader
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not sure if this is still open👉👈
But can you do some g/t Mallues Draconia?
Maybe a thing where it's like when we first meet him when he thinks the dorm is empty
Except he super big
Plz and thank you
Oh yes of course I can! Sorry I didn’t get to this sooner, I’ve been sick for a while🤧
Requested by Anon! G/T Malleus Draconia and Gender Neutral Reader
It’s awfully quiet while you’re wandering the halls of the dorm at night. No one’s home but you and Grim. It’s an unsettling type of silence that made you think about what could be lurking outside.
However, there was something that caught your attention from beyond the window. A deep, black abyss that stood just a ways from Ramshackle. You were worried, but you had to check it out to make sure everything was ok.
Click… creak…
The door of your dorm slowly opened. You stepped outside and looked around.
No sign of the strange abyss, anywhere.
Did I imagine it…?
An eerie feeling settled into your body. It was almost like… you were being watched.
You looked around into the darkness of the outside. No streetlights. No stars. No nothing. Pure darkness.
You shivered. It was suddenly cold outside. You looked up again to try and decipher what could possibly be happening.
“Hmm? Is that… a little human…?”
You froze. A deep, rumbling voice called down to you, like the first tremors of an earthquake. A chill ran down your spine as you finally took note of something. Or, rather, someone.
A scream escaped your throat as whatever loomed above you reached down and closed around you. Your heart began to pound out of your chest, your life flashing before your eyes. What had grabbed you? Where were you headed? Why couldn’t you move?
You made out a little hole in whatever closed around you and looked down. The ground seemed to be getting infinitely more far away as you were raised higher into the air.
“Hush… there is no need to fear…”
When the momentum stopped, the object holding you within its warmth began to unfurl. You looked up, finally able to see the stars… but they were not. They were eyes. Huge, narrowed green eyes that twinkled like forbidden jewels amongst the tar black shadow of the figure.
“O-oh my s-seven! It’s a giant!” you stammered. The figure slowly moved their hand, which had caught you, and jostled you lightly. They tilted their head, features slowly becoming visible to your eyes.
“You… must be new. Do you not recognize me?” they asked. The voice sounded deep and masculine, rumbling through the air.
“W-who are you? D-do you live here? I-I’m so sorry f-for disturbing you!” you cried.
“No, I do not live here…” the figure responded quietly. “And you… have not disturbed me much. Do you perhaps inhabit this dorm? I once believed it to be abandoned…”
You could make out the figure’s features more clearly. The giant had curvy, black horns protruding from the top of his head, the bases hidden beneath layers of jet black hair. The front portions of his hair faded to a bluish green, and his skin was pale. To complement his eerie appearance, sharp fangs shone dangerously just at the corners of his mouth whenever he spoke. To say he was scary was being generous; he was absolutely terrifying.
“I-I live here!”
“Ahh… how unfortunate. I often come to admire the gargoyles, but… I presume you want me off your property, yes?” the giant questioned.
“I-I don’t mind!” you mustered in reply.
The giant smiled. “I appreciate that… Child of Man.”
Child of Man? Was he talking about you?
“May I a-ask for your name?” you boldly questioned.
“A name… a name is but a label, and I am a man of many labels. So tell me… what would you call me, if you know nothing about me?” the giant asked.
You looked at his physical features once more and then up into his eyes. “W-well… you have horns, and you’re very tall… so I think I will c-call you Tsunotaro…”
“Tsunotaro…?” the giant pauses, then laughs. A deep, rumbly laugh that carries across the stars. “None has ever been so bold to call me with a name like yours! But I do not mind… for you are simply a naïve child.”
You look over the edge of his hand, the ground seemingly hundreds of feet away from you. Tsunotaro closes his gloved digits around you to ensure you do not fall.
“Do not worry. I will not let you fall. I promise.”
You felt… reassured, to say the least. You looked back up at him as he curiously gazed down at your trembling form.
“I-I…”
Before you can say anything, a voice calls out.
“YOUNG MASTER!!!”
Tsunotaro grows frustrated, his face pouting a bit. “I must leave. Take care, and perhaps we shall meet again… perhaps once upon a dream, stranger.”
In a flash of green sparkles, the giant was seemingly gone. You were standing at the front door of Ramshackle, confused. Were you teleported…?
Maybe this whole encounter was a dream… you ambled back to bed, your body shaking and heart pumping. When you laid down, your mind instantly went to ask a question you were wondering since you were introduced.
Who was that man…?
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which zb1 member would be which Disney prince,, I'm curious 🎤
Not cherrie giving me the best questions to answer 💜💜💜 when it’s literally 6am and my insomnia won’t leave me alone 😭
On principle, I find Disney’s portrayal of the princes as very shallow and gender-norm enforcing (i’m sorry I feel very strongly abt this😅) we are not fans so instead I’d probably go for what Disney princess movie fits the vibe of which member when I assign them to princes. I’m also going to be rewriting that movie as I go, sorry in advance to the purists
Pls note I’ve not great at headcanons and indecisive as hell so here we go ~
Jiwoong: The Beast/Prince Adam
If this man could play a Prince in a drama, this is the kind of content I’d pay for
Just like my hogwarts headcanon, man probably invited the sorceress to dinner and asked to be turned into a beast because everyone just liked his face
And he thought he’d be better off if someone liked his personality
Yes he asks for his servants to be turned into furniture for shit and giggles but not like permanently, maybe they all go back to normal at night
reader wonders why he always insist not that they don’t go to the west wing at night. It’s not just the rose but that’s where he and the servants go to like chill and be their human selves (this is getting a little Cupid and psyche lol)
Hao: Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid)
Just the scene of him playing his violin and mer reader listening from a distance
Sometimes they sing along while Hao is playing and Hao is like woah who dat
They probably met as kids and he gave mer reader his old violin because they were curious
Definitely have it displayed in the center of their collection
Wants to be human to hear Hao play more
Hanbin: Prince Charming (Cinderella)
If this man isn’t Prince Charming, idk who is, do not argue with me
Does not have a shoe fetish
Definitely remembers reader’s face, he just wants to return their shoe bruh
And maybe ask reader out idk, not marry them right away
Just imagine dancing with Hanbin to “So this is love” and tell me u aren’t soft
Matthew: Aladdin
For the record, the genie in that lamp would probably be Keita bc he’s been training for 10,000 years (jk)
Watch me cast the whole KTL team (except Hao idk unless we want crossover)
There’s Matthew and there’s Seok Woohyun, don’t tell me he doesn’t think those are two diff people
Just…Matthew singing a Whole New World is a song cover I didn’t think I needed until now pls and thanks
Taerae: Snow White’s Prince
For all the OG Disney fans, you know that one scene where Snow White’s singing by the well and the Prince fucking jump scares her by singing back
Yes that’s Taerae, man will take the opportunity and he has a guitar
yes he will bring the guitar
Once again watch me cast all the Wake One trainees (K+ G) and Junhyeon as the seven dwarves friends who help reader out
Ricky: Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog)
I’m sorry my eternal headcanon is spoiled Prince Ricky and reader who puts him in his place
Would probably be a bit more sus of this voodoo man turning him into a frog
It’s probably not even a villain, it’s one of the Yuehuaz who happens to know voodoo being like oh you know what would be rlly fucking funny
He gets his whole character development arc and becomes a better young and rich, tall and handsome Prince that’s totally down bad for reader
Gyuvin: Flynn Rider (Rapunzel’s Tangled)
This man steals hearts everywhere he goes (I mean he won every challenge yo)
A lot goofy like they told him during the sleepover, he’s lucky he’s got a nice face
I haven’t got that much for this one
But energy is the same
Gunwook: Captain Shang (Mulan)
He is a leader (class pres/vice pres every year anyone?)
Dude literally takes forever to realize that reader isn’t supposed to be there (literally the en garde hidden cam)
Casting the three other Jellyfish trainees as the soldiers yo
He’s slay “Be a Man” even if I dislike the title of that song, it’s hella catchy
Yujin: Prince Philip (Sleeping Beauty)
He’s a baby YALL pls
Shy, literally just watching reader do their thing in the forest like how this boi literally watched taerae the whole signal song filming (pls see zb1’s bp commentary for red)
He’s not slaying dragons just yet but he be slaying my heart with Noona saranghaeyo
Gives reader an innocent lil peck and they wake up
Maybe it isn’t true loves kiss just yet, more like boy with pure intentions bc literally that’s equally hard to find
Ok thanks for coming to my TED talk and thanks cherrie for this very lovely question. Y’all need to keep asking me more stuff like that very much please and thanks in advance 💜💜💜
#now can I sleep now pls#it’s 7am help#will I make it to class today#boys planet#boys planet x reader#boys planet headcanons#zb1#zb1 x reader#zb1 headcanons#kim jiwoong#zhang hao#sung hanbin#seok matthew#kim taerae#shen ricky#kim gyuvin#park gunwook#han yujin#bp zb1fics answers#disney headcanons#disney is kinda problematic yo#disney princess
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On one of the rare instances that Lu told Alice about his life he mentioned the school he was going to, to which she excitedly told him she lives in the same city. This is awful, no matter how much he’s become a man, part of him will always be that transbian who wants to uhaul after the first date (and even more so fall hopelessly in love with your friend who’ll never like you back ;-;). Even the moment after this information came about she suggested they hang out, he brushed it off with a simple “hehe maybe later” but knew he couldn’t resist for long, he was under no circumstance going to being to able to deny his only close friend (and an upsettingly pretty one too) the opportunity to hang.
Looking up at his ceiling he thinks about how over it is, when they meet she’s gonna realize how lame he is, and even if she’s fine with that he’ll be completely unable to hide his infatuation with her (he’s surprised he was even able to so far), and then she’ll be grossed out and not want anything to do with him. Life is hell. After a lot of pestering he agreed to hangout, at first she wanted to do it at her house (which is horrifying! what if he was a murderer, or a rapist!) but he convinced her to instead hang at a small restaurant near where she lived. He unfortunately couldn’t get her to untell him her address, but what can you do?
After around 15 minutes of waiting for her, Alice finally arrived. Lu, waiting for her outside asked…
Lu: “do you always come this late?”
Alice: “well i had to walk here”
she looks at him pointedly
Alice: “if you picked me up it would have been easier.”
he doesn’t make eye contact
Lu: “u-um yea i g-guess… i just,, it uh,, would’ve seemed a bit strange no?”
Alice: “whatever you say”
They walk in and order their food. Lu can’t help but notice that her outfit tho masc enough to throw off her parents, is still incredibly attractive (and also that it compliments… nothing, absolutely nothing,... he’s normal). She looks up at him with a small smirk as she drinks, her eyes are stunningly b- no no nonononono. Taking a deep breath in, Lu decides to engage in conversation, because tho he isn’t good at talking, it is something to keep his mind… where it needs to be. They talk about the food they had and what they liked or disliked about it, they talked about the things that they usually do, friendship, hobbies, life and so on. And in that Lu had a brilliant idea.
Lu: “so have you been talking to any guys”
she picks at her napkins
Alice: “...umm there’s one i’m kinda talking to”
(jackpot)
Lu: “that’s sick! are you into him?”
she sits more upright and looks intently at her food
Alice: “ye, but it’s complicated…”
(fuck)
Lu: “how so?”
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Alice: “i don’t think i wanna talk about this, with you”
Lu: “me?”
she goes wide eyed like she misspoke and quickly tries to correct herself
Alice: “or like, right now”
Alice: “right now i just wanna chill”
Lu: “o-oh o-o-of course, s-s-ssorry for uhh,, bringing it up”
Maybe his idea wasn’t so brilliant. He wanted to hear her talk about some guy she was obsessed with, so that his “supportive friend” drive would beat out his “god i love women” drive, but instead he touched on a sore spot… “with him” why him? did she still think he liked her (well he did but he thought was doing a good job hiding it), is it just like a guy thing, like this is something you talk about with the girlfriends not your dude friends? It was probably that. They sit in silent awkwardness for a while since he is completely unable to navigate social situations like this. Eventually the conversation picks up again, and it’s like nothing happened. After an hour or so hanging out Alice asks if he wanted to come hang at hers, he again insisted they didn’t know each other well enough but…
Alice: “cmon! we can even watch your stupid shows together!”
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Lu: “f-ffine… for a bit…”
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#d4t#webnovel#web fiction#webfiction#web serial#webserial#romance#queer#trans#transgender#detrans#lu#lu d4t#lu d4twebnovel#d4t-webserial
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Congrats on 150! May I humbly request Soap/Ghost with “I’m scared?”
This one really stumped me for a while, because I couldn't see either one of them saying "I'm scared"...and then the new game came out!
So here's an extra long drabble for this prompt, with spoilers for the MW2022 game:
“Soap? Johnny, you there?” Ghost muttered into the phone, grabbing his jacket and stepping out of the bar so he could hear better. Soap had left the bar earlier than the rest of the group; Ghost assumed that the kid had a bit too much Scotch, he had been looking a bit green around the edges. Half expecting the Sergeant to have fallen asleep as soon as he got back to the base, he was surprised when his phone rang, Soap’s name flashing across the screen.
He frowned when there was no response, wondering for a moment if the Soap had hung up, but then he could hear someone breathing faintly in the background. “Sergeant?” He said sharply, hoping that the title would rouse the younger soldier.
“G-Ghost? Is that…is that you?” Soap’s voice came across the call shakily.
“Yeah mate, you’re the one who called me,” Ghost replied, rolling his eyes at the slurred speech. Soap was more intoxicated than he had originally thought. “Do you need something?”
Ghost pressed the phone closer to his ear in alarm as he heard a loud, hitched breath followed by a muffled sob, almost as if Soap was trying to stop himself from crying. “Johnny, where are you?” he demanded, his concern skyrocketing as he motioned to the rest of the group who had followed him out.
Covering the mouthpiece, he whispered to Laswell about tracing the phone call, the agent nodding in response as she stepped to the side.
“Johnny, where are you?” Ghost repeated, a bit louder this time, switching the call to speaker so the others could hear.
“I…I’m not really sure,” Soap mumbled, his words slurring together. His breathing was labored, a deep rattling sound coming from his chest. Ghost frowned, worried that perhaps Soap had hidden further injuries from their last mission, but before he could ask another question, Soap spoke first.
“I’m scared,” the younger man whispered, followed by another sob. “I th-think I was drugged…maybe in the bar? It’s…it’s getting harder t-to move.”
Ghost exchanged a glance with Price, the older man motioning for Gaz to go back inside to investigate.
All of sudden, they heard a bang, the all too familiar sound of a gunshot, and a responding whimper from Soap. Footsteps were approaching, and Ghost couldn’t help but flinch as though he was the one hiding, everyone else remaining silent as well as they waited to hear what was going to happen next.
But the last word they all heard from Soap before the call ended shot chills down Ghost’s spine.
“Graves.”
#call of duty#alidravana's follower celebration#ghost/soap#MW2022 spoilers#MW2022#long drabble#whump#drugged#intoxicated#canon typical violence#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish
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heyyyy love, I love your fanfics but I'm too shy to like them🧍 If you still take requests. Can you maybe write a Milex Morales x Male reader who is from their rival is and is very chill? like chill stoic personality. 😹💪❤️
Hi baby, I want to start by sincerely thanking you for your compliment. It means a lot :) Just know that you don't have to be shy when interacting with me or any of my fanfics; I promise I don't bite lol. Anygayssss, I made both a platonic ending and an alternate ending because I wasn't sure if you wanted this to take a romantic turn or not. Although I slightly strayed away from your original request—saying as they aren’t really rivals and Y/n probably isn’t nearly as stoic as you may have hoped—I appreciate your request, and I hope you enjoy <333
Summary: Read the ask ;)
Pairing: Miles Morales x reader (implied male)
Notes: Alternate endings! 🏹 is the romantic ending and 🦋 is the platonic ending. Y/n is a little more stoic in the romantic ending which is a lot longer than the platonic ending. This is also very sloppily done so you can definitely expect some editing in the near future.
Warnings: Nothing really. Miles is a little ooc. Alsoooo, if you have a problem with mxm relationships then you can get out
Miles & y/n aren’t rivals for real for real, they just sort of annoy each other and have been doing so for years.
They’re extremely competitive with each other, and it’s almost like it’s never ending. Their classmates and shared friends are tired of it, but used to it nonetheless. It’s been going on for years after all…
They compete with test scores, popularity, who’s the better cook, who can go the longest while/without type of challenges. It’s all exhausting.
But what’s really stuck the longest is their stealing wars.
It’s often they’ll catch one another sneaking in and out of their rooms, normally with hands ready to take, or hands full of things they’ve stolen.
And it’s never anything the other really need per se, just small items they’ll remember exists later on and will tear up their room to find.
And when they realize it’s not there, they already know where it could’ve gone.
The difference between Y/n and Miles, is that Miles borrows. He gives everything back that he may have taken, but he doesn’t make it easy. More times than not, Y/n’s things will end up within the belongings of his roommate who seems to constantly be gone on vacation with family and friends.
Y/n will often wait one, two, or even three weeks at a time to get his things back because it’s not a rarity for his roommate to text and say things along the line of “Miles put the thing you were looking for in my suitcase. I’ll be back on the 19th!”
But while Miles actually borrows, you take things and never give it back. “I’m using them at least!” is your justification, but it really doesn’t make it any better. There has been numerous occasions—like this one— where Miles has come into your room and asked for (or tried to figure out) the security code to your clear safe with things that you’ve obviously stolen from Miles’ room.
“Cmon Y/n, just tell me the code!” Miles begs for the umpteenth time.
You chuckle slightly and lean back in your chair. “Nah.”
“But I need this stuff back!” He complains.
“Dude…” You say, throwing your head back. “It’s an empty shoe box, a glasses wipe, an action figure, some manga that you’ve already read, a beanie, and a spray bottle. It’s never that serious.”
“It is though!”
“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Well because I wanted to put my shoes back in the box, my fake glasses are getting dirty, I need that action figure for…my little cousin, I have only read that manga 6 times which isn’t enough, my ears are cold so I need that beanie, and the spray bottle is for my hair which you obviously haven’t looked at.”
You glance up at his hair and do a double take. It’s almost completely matted yet tangled at the same time.
“Alright alright, I’ll give you some things back.” You start, getting up and walking towards the safe.“But first, what’s that!?”
He circles back to the door you pointed at and spends a few seconds trying to figure out what he should be looking at. Within those few seconds, you were granted enough time to unlock the safe, grab two items out, and lock it back.
Miles whips around to face you again, giving you a confused look. “What am I supposed to be looking at?”
You feign innocence, frowning slightly at Miles. “Oh, sorry I thought I seen like a brunette spider-man or something.”
He laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck before speaking sheepishly. “There’s gotta be one out there somewhere.”
“Yeah, definitely,” You study his features then walk a little closer to him. “What are you hiding, Miles?”
His eyes dart around the room but he doesn’t say anything, letting his panicked expression speak for him.
“Just kidding, I don’t care.” You laugh, throwing a sock at his face and placing his spray bottle at his head. “For you, kind sir.”
He blinks slowly as you sit back in your spinning chair, waiting silently for him to leave.
“…who’s sock is this?”
“Yours.”
“I’ve never seen this in my life.”
“I’ve had it the past few years, why would you remember it?”
“Why did you have my sock?”
“I needed a sock to wear.”
“You don’t have any?”
“Yeah, but none that look like that.”
“…why take only one sock?”
“To match it with my sock.”
“What sock?”
“You know, the gray one with the white stripes at the top.”
“But this one is red and black.”
“And your point is?”
Miles blinks at you again, and then speaks quietly. “Just give me the rest of my things.”
You chuckle softly. “Almost sounds like you’re breaking up with me, Morales.”
Miles face palms and mumbles to himself, something along the lines of we’re not even dating and you’ve clearly lost your mind.
“Having fun there?” You giggle, obviously very entertained by the fact that he’s talking to himself.
“You don’t need all of this stuff!” He tells you.
You scrunch your face up. “You don’t need any of mine either, yet here we are.”
“I just wanna read my manga.” He whines, dragging out the last letter a in the word manga.
“What’s so great about it?” You ask curiously.
“What’s so great about it? I’ll tell you what’s so great about it!”
You sit in silence and wait for him to continue, but he stands still with that determined look on his face.
“So are you gonna tell me or are we both gonna sit here looking stupid?”
“Oh,” He chuckles. “The best thing about the manga is Renga.”
“Sk8 the infinity?”
“Yes.”
“Mm…”
“Just give me my stuff back.”
“Fine, Miles.” You sigh. “But only under one condition.”
“Which is?”
🦋
“You’ll give me my stuff back too.”
“That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing else.”
“Are you sure?”
You blink. “Well what else did you want?”
“Well, nothing. But I don’t expect this to be all you want. There’s always something with you.”
“Well, there is one little thing.”
“Of course there is.” He rolls his eyes. “What is it?
“You agree that we should drop whatever this rivalry that we’ve been having all these years, and be friends for once.”
“Wait.” He pauses. “You wanna be friends with me?”
You automatically get shy and cover your face with your hand, opting it’s best not to look him at the moment.
“Is thee stoic Y/N Y/L/N shy over wanting to be my friend?”
“Get out, Miles, I’ll bring you your stuff later.”
Miles chuckles and then walks out the door, leaving you grimacing at the spot he was just standing in.
🏹
“You’ll go out with me.” You say. “On a date.”
Miles’ eyes widen slightly, but then he catches himself. “What’s the catch, Y/L/N?”
“Why do you think there’s a catch?”
“There’s always something with you.”
“False.”
“I can’t even get my stuff back without going on a date with you.”
“Is going on a date with me really so bad?”
“Depends,” he says honestly. “Where are we going?”
You shrug. “Up to you.”
“Do you want go vandalize the city?” Miles asks with a smile, bouncing on his feet.
“I mean, I’m down for whatever.”
“Great, now give me my stuff back.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Please,” He corrects himself. “Give me my stuff back, please.”
“That’s not why I looked at you like that.”
“No? Then why did you look at me like that?”
“Because I was wondering, did you only agree so you could get your stuff back?”
“Nope,” He shifts nervously in his place. “I’ve actually liked you for years and was to scared to ask you out so this is a win for me.”
He rolls his eyes at your raised eyebrow.
“Why do you think I started taking your things to begin with?” He asks you.
“I don’t know,” you shrug again. “I figured maybe you were bored.”
“Well that’s not the case.”
“Cool. See you tomorrow at noon then?”
“We have school.”
“…okay?”
“I’m gonna get myself into trouble with this one,” Miles mumbles quietly but loud enough for you to hear, walking out of your dorm. “I can feel it.”
You laugh silently, looking at the safe still filled with some belongings of one Miles Morales.
Maybe something good will come out of this…
#lovekaia#kaiaxmarvel#into the spider verse#miles morales x reader#spiderman x reader#black coded reader#sony animation#marvel#reader insert#lgbtqplus#miles morales
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I wanted to answer your “would you really date the obey me Boys” question in an ask if that’s okay 🥺
For mammon, who is my absolute favorite. He would piss me off so badly in the beginning with how rude and stubborn he is, I just would hold a grudge. It would take me a very long time with us warming up to eachother to even be friends. Eventually maybe we could be something more when he opens up.
Solomon is another one of my favorites but irl I think he’d weird me out. Like he’d give me creepy vibes.
I would have the BIGGEST crush on Lucifer but would be so turned off by his personality bc he’s very brash.
Barbatos and I would never connect bc we are both quiet. It would take us a ridiculously long time to get to know eachother. But I would probably still have a crush on him.
I would find Levi incredibly irritating. I hate people who are overly self deprecating and I would think he’s rude. Eventually we would bond over needy stuff but we would absolutely never date.
Irl I do not like blondes so no Satan
Asmos and I would just be besties
Beel is not my type irl but I would think he’s so sweet I’d probably have a little crush
Absolutely fucking not for Belphie. I would hate him and think he’s so rude. A big one I only like in theory.
I’d like to think Simeon and I have a chance, but I think he’s way too nice for me.
And for Dia, I am very quiet so his loudness and big personality would definitely scare me.
But I read fics about all of them expect for asmo. He’s just really not my type. But in my head I can change the senarios to fit exactly what I want to I can work out with all of them. I am in a poly relationship with all of them in my head.
Lemme give my two sense too.
So I would think Lucifer is so hot and he’d turn me on so badly but then I’d see how he’s such as asshole to his brothers and I don’t really fuck with tough love all that much. After he softens up later then I’d go back to being turned on all the time.
Mammon would annoy me with his ego but seeing his personality and like his actual morals and stuff would make me mega attracted to him. His spending is my only problem just cuz I grew up poor and stuff.
Levi is like the guys I’d usually attract and I know I’d be uncomfy because I prefer people who have it more together like as much as I relate to the recluse vibes I need people who aren’t as afraid of the world cuz I’m TERRIFIED.
Satan is probably who I’d date fr fr. He’s basically a less mean version of Lucifer that really likes cats and he’s a lot less sadistic period. He probably is the most likely to share my political beliefs as well. (Mammon would too because he gives so much anarchistic vibes, Satan needs some structure)
Asmo would be my bff and I’d be scared to fuck him because I just know his standards are high. Would be horny with him all the time though.
Beel is perfect for real but he’s like too soft and sweet. I need someone with more personality and a bigger presence.
Belphie is a definite no. I enjoy sleeping and chilling and I get wanting to rest all the time cuz I’m like chronically fatigued but his “fuck everything” attitude pisses me off. He also seems to be very passive aggressive and I hate that shit.
Diavolo is probably also ideal for me minus the literal royal status of his. I hate hate hate hierarchies and rich people but Dia is so open and kind and not to mention progressive so I lowkey would vibe with him hard. I would absolutely wanna be dicked down regularly by him.
Barb is great but since he’s so hard working I feel like I would be lacking in a relationship with him. I’m more laid back and lenient and he’s not.
Simeon is cool and is also someone I’d realistically date but something about him just screams token gay friend. That’s the dynamic I feel I’d have with him.
Solomon is someone who I used to hate but in nightbringer I’m like “ooookkkaaaayyyyy” cuz he’s slowly becoming more my type. I think I would also find him creepy at first but then after some time id def get a lil 👀
So really
Lucifer: not at first, later on
Mammon: not at first, later on, but would be ideal for me
Levi: no
Satan: yes
Asmo: no
Beel: eh but would fuck fs
Belphie: no
Dia: yes
Barb: no
Simeon: ?
Solomon: yes later on
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Holiday Fever
Time for the annual Sad Bastien Christmas drabble. Not too sad this year, but he's still not very happy about it.
Rating: G
Words: 1,361
Summary: Baz is sick and hates it more than usual. Good thing he has Chris.
Bastien preferred being cold to being hot. Much easier to warm oneself up than cool down. But with the constant chill in the air of Swiss winters, brought illness. Global pandemic aside, Bastien was what many would call a germaphobe: everything was cleaned and washed properly and handled with care, touched only when necessary. His parents liked the house tidy, yes, but he wasn’t sure when he himself adapted such hygienic practices. Something within his control perhaps.
Christophe never felt the need to call him out on it. At least verbally. That crooked smile and the way those green eyes teased him with fondness without a word were unfair sometimes. Over the years Christophe adapted and contributed to Bastien’s practices, intentional or not. Even if just around him.
But no matter how careful he’d been, year after year avoiding indoor crowded spaces (although that was for an unrelated reason), potlucks, public bathrooms, etc he wound up sick. It didn’t make sense, how could his body betray him like this? He wanted to blame something or someone, but that was energy his brain couldn’t spare once Christophe had put him to bed.
He didn’t like being sick. Hated it. There was so much to do, especially a week before Christmas. But mostly he didn’t like feeling useless. Not allowed to perform his duties he’d established in the household or professionally. When others took time off work for being sick, he was happy to have them away so not to spread their germs, and Bastien should feel the same about himself but… he was the responsible one that didn’t get sick. Took care of Christophe when he got sick, which admittedly wasn’t often (thank god).
Feebly he relinquished his tablet with the to-do’s to Christophe, who rummaged through the drawers for his own stylus to use and a face mask. Bastien watched Christophe’s eyes widen at the line items, then soften. Not as bad as he thought or did he think Bastien was exaggerating? He huffed at the latter as well as his miserable predicament.
“I’ll take care of it,” Christophe said.
“All of it?” Bastien was skeptical.
“As much as I can.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
“I’m not incapable, Baz. Just not as thorough. The priorities will take priorities. That’s what bold means, right?”
“Right.” Christophe often accompanied him on errands. It wasn’t like it was foreign to him. He could do it. The shopping. The cooking. The cleaning. Read off reports to Josef. “Your license is valid, yes?”
“Yes it’s valid and yes I remember how to drive.”
“Right, of course.” Ugh his head was foggy. Why did fog hurt? “Your family’s party. What will--”
“We’ll see how you are in six days. Don’t want to cancel prematurely.”
“But I’m supposed to make the buche de noel. Your mother loves it so…”
“She does, but I know for a fact she’d rather you not worry about it and rest. And if we have to miss out this year, that’s okay. Maybe we can do something for New Year’s instead.”
No, that wouldn’t do. Bastien frowned. Christmas was more ruined than Christophe was letting on! “But…”
“No buts.” Christophe leaned in and pressed his mask-covered lips to Bastien’s forehead. “I’ll take care of things.” He then turned and bent over to pick up Sabine then placed her on Bastien’s chest. She pattered her paws in rotation a couple times before settling into a loaf. “Keep Daddy in bed.”
Unfair. No one was allowed to move a comfy cat.
“Get some rest, mon amor.”
The next few days were torture.
It hadn’t been the first time Bastien had been sick, but it no less made him feel awful about it. Mostly had been days he’s stressed himself out into a state of burnout that Christophe forced him into bed before he fell asleep at his feet and passed out. But this? Hearing Christophe downstairs in the kitchen and living space cleaning and cooking and sweetly humming, he didn’t like it. No, the humming he liked, it was nice. Everything else, though!
He was able to calm when Christophe brought him a meal and its taste was good. They’d lived together for years so of course he was used to the tastes of the house and could mimic it well enough. Yes they both ate well. The cake for the Giacometti’s party however, that Bastien knew was too large a task for his beau.
What was worse? Arriving empty handed or skipping it all together?
By day five and the symptoms only lessening by fifty percent, Bastien knew they wouldn’t be going to Christophe’s parents. No dinner around the table, no cookie baking or poems for Samichlaus and finding the hidden gifts around their lovely home. They saw them at least a month ago, but a hug from Nina sounded really nice and now Bastien would have to wait.
Christophe’s hugs would suffice. The ones Bastien allowed at bedtime before Christophe retreated to the guest bedroom because Bastien would not be able to live even more with himself if Christophe were to get sick, too. Sabine remained dutiful and at his side.
Bastien wanted to tell Christophe to go to the Christmas market without him so he could still experience the joys of the season.
“We went the second week of December, love,” Christophe reminded him with a smile.
Surely once wasn’t enough. Especially if they were going to miss the party and mass.
“I’d never go do something I know you love without you. I have more than enough Christmas cheer here.”
Bastien frowned with skepticism.
“Our eve meal is almost ready. If you’re up to eating.”
Oh he would eat everything in sight even if his stomach wasn’t entirely agreeing on solid foods at the moment. He wouldn’t waste Christophe’s efforts. Or disappoint himself. Too many days he dwelled on what he was missing out on for his own enjoyment. If Christophe said it was fine for him, it was, but Bastien couldn’t say the same for himself. “Yes. I would like to eat,” Bastien finally said, knowing Christophe was waiting for his answer.
“Can we eat together downstairs?”
It was odd to be on this end of permission. Shouldn’t Bastien be the one asking to be free of his insisted quarantine? Still, he couldn’t deny how much he wanted to. “I’d like that.”
Christophe took hold of the comforter and pulled it back and offered Bastien his robe and toed his slippers toward the bed.
Slipping his arms into the sleeves, Bastien took Christophe’s offered hand and stood into his slippers. It was unnecessary to need assistance down the stairs, but Bastien appreciated it all the same.
Whatever Christophe had made smelled wonderful.
As they descended, Bastien noticed the fireplace had been lit, the main lights dimmed, and a small table had been set up in front of the tree. Struck by all implications and sentiments, Bastien let Christophe lead him to the table and down into one of the chairs. He barely registered Christophe saying he’d be right back with their Christmas dinner.
When Christophe returned, a plate of fondue chinoise, mixed greens, and a single zimtsterne was placed in front of him. The star design on the fondue was charmingly homemade. And if it weren’t for how much he loved the cookies, he would have chided Christophe for putting dessert on the dinner plate. Judging by the shape and thickness of the frosting, Bastien knew they had to be Nina’s doing.
Christophe returned with his own plate and two glasses of wine. “I asked Mother what they were having tonight and gave it a go. She offered to bring it over to us, but I convinced her a plate of her zimtsterne would be perfect.”
Being ill would dull his taste buds naturally, but the atmosphere, the thoughts and care put into it, it would be the most wonderful meal he’d ever had.
He’d worried about nothing. Christophe took care of everything.
Christophe really was Samichlaus in his own way.
Tears burned in his eyes. “All of it is. It always is. How could I expect anything different?”
#yuri on ice#yoi#christophe giacometti#bastien muller#christophe giacometti x mystery man#christmas#my writing#hurt/comfort
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mr. piano man
jazz pianist!shinji hirako x fem. reader
wc: 2.0k
warnings: bathroom sex (it’s a clean one dw), biting, unprotected sex, creampie, strangers to lovers, fingering (f!receiving), public sex, hair pulling, shinji is a big flirt, reader is called lots of pet names (darling, beautiful, pretty girl, etc.)
synopsis: what’s more alluring? the music or the man behind the piano?
a/n: i’m on a shinji brainrot don’t mind me
The lights were dim as you walked into the jazz club and you immediately felt comfortable being there. The light sounds of the piano dancing around the four walls of the club as you made your way to the bar.
You don’t know what made you come to the club tonight, maybe it was all the times you walked past it on your way home from work or maybe it was your coworker playing their favorite jazz songs while you two were working on a special project. But whatever it was, you were glad it happened. Sitting at the bar while the music played was a great way to take your mind off of everything, all you had to worry about was what drink you were going to order.
You ordered a dirty shirley and made your way to one of the small tables, sitting close to the stage and giving yourself a perfect view of all the musicians. You tapped your fingers against the cold glass and shut your eyes for a second to let the music surround you until you heard the chair to your right move. You quickly opened your eyes and saw the man sitting next to you.
“Sorry darling, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve just never seen you around here before and wanted to say hello to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen” he licks his lips, letting you see the light reflect off the metal ball on his tongue piercing before sticking his hand out to you, “Shinji Hirako, what’s your name beautiful?”
You shook his hand, your cheeks burning up at his words as you gave him your name. Before you could pull your hand away he gripped your hand a little tighter and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before letting go completely.
“So, what’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a quaint club like this?” He combed his fingers through his golden locks, fixing his bangs before resting his hand on his chin awaiting your response.
“Well I just needed a change of pace and this place called to me.” He nodded at your words and kept his full attention on you as you continued your conversation with him. Normally you wouldn’t entertain someone as flirtatious as him upon a first meeting but there was something about Shinji that was just captivating. You could just sit there and talk to him all day, getting flustered by his flirty comments here and there but it had to come to an end.
A man with a saxophone in one hand tapped Shinji on the shoulder and quickly apologized to you. “Sorry ma’am, we need him on stage for our performance but I’ll make sure he’ll come right back to you.” He gave you an apologetic smile and made his way on stage leaving you and Shinji alone for a brief second.
“Well my dear, that’s my cue. Make sure you keep your eyes on me because I’ll only keep my eyes on you” he winked and leaned in close to your ear, “maybe we can arrange something after my performance.” A teasing smirk grew on his face as he pulled back and made his way to the stage. “Rose! Get the beautiful lady another drink and put it on my tab!” He shouted over at the bartender then made his way behind the piano.
The man who you assume was Rose walked over and handed you another drink then the music began. Your eyes glanced from one musician to the next but only for a few seconds because each time you looked away from Shinji something was screaming at you to turn your attention back to him and keep it there. His fingers danced along the keys so effortlessly it was something your brain couldn’t comprehend. It was a mesmerizing sight to see but there was something more. Every single time you looked up to meet his eyes the smirk on his face sent chills down your spine and made heat grow between your legs.
The feeling grew as they played song after song and soon became overbearing. You needed to cool off, take a breather, just needed to find a way to distract yourself from this growing need. You finished the rest of your drink and made your way to the bathroom just as the end to the last song of their set, unbeknownst to you Shinji was tracking all your moves to follow you once they received their applause.
You closed the door to the restroom and placed your hands on the sink to ground yourself. “I gotta snap out of it, I just met the guy.” You turned on the cold water and leaned down to splash your face a couple of times until you heard the door open. “Someone’s in — Shinji?” You grabbed a paper towel and wiped at your face and once you put it down you saw Shinji standing at the door, locking it before moving closer to you.
“You know, they put locks on doors for a reason. Or did you leave it open on purpose?” He chuckled and made his way closer to you, tapping his fingers against the countertop. “Also, it’s very rude to leave during a performance, should I be the one to teach you some manners?” With every word that left his mouth he took a step closer and closer until he was right in front of you. Your breath hitched in your throat as he trailed his fingers along the neckline of your dress, just stopping before he reached your cleavage.
“Shinji, I—”
“Shh, just nod now, I don’t want you to waste that pretty voice on useless words. Only use it when you scream my name for more.” He dragged his fingers up along the length of your neck before lifting your chin with his index finger and thumb. “You’re so beautiful” he swiped his thumb against your bottom lip and sighed, “god the things I could do to this mouth but there’s not enough time for that here. What to do, what to do.”
On instinct you opened your mouth to let him stick his thumb inside making him chuckle. “Guess my little unspoken theory was right, you want me as much as I want you.” He pulled his thumb out and closed the gap between you two by pressing his lips against yours. He kept one hand on your cheek while the other moved between your thighs, slowly drifting upwards until it grazed the soft fabric of your panties. He dipped his tongue in your mouth, massaging your wet muscle with his own and letting you feel the metal of his piercing. You whimpered against his lips and gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, holding him close to you as you kissed him back.
He broke the kiss to let you both catch your breath and his deft fingers massaged your clit through your panties, making the wet spot at your entrance grow with each small circle around the swollen nub. “How about I show you what my fingers can do besides playing the keys?”
You nodded and tucked your kiss swollen bottom lip between your teeth, “please Shinji.” He smirked and moved his foot between your legs to spread them a little more and pulled your panties to the side. His fingers moved through your folds and he raises an eyebrow. “Hm, so wet for me all because I kissed you. Now let me make you feel even better.” He slipped two of his slender fingers inside you, making you roll your head back and giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss and bite your neck. He started pumping his fingers slowly, letting you adjust to them while his thumb swirled along your clit. “Shinji, faster please.” Your whine was breathless and your hands gripped the counter tighter as he did exactly what you wanted. He pumped his fingers faster and bit down on your neck once he found your g spot, groaning as you clenched around his fingers. Your moans and whimpers grew louder and your hands flew to hold onto his arms while your legs shook from the pleasure. It was impossible to understand how skillful he was with his fingers, it was impossible to understand that you were already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Maybe you were more pent up than you thought or maybe he was just insanely good with his fingers. Hell, it was most likely the latter and your head was spinning in circles from the pleasure.
“Fuck Shinji, I’m gonna cum.” You bucked your hips against his hand to bring yourself over the edge and he kept pumping his fingers. Slipping a third one inside you to send you barreling into your orgasm. His name left your lips in a mantra and your body trembled as your orgasm coursed over you. Once you stopped clenching around his fingers he slowly pulled them out and held them up. “Look at this mess, fuck.” He spread his fingers, watching the sticky strings form and fall before he brought them to his mouth, groaning at the bittersweet taste of your cum. He slowly pulled them out and looked at you with half lidded eyes. “Just delicious, I’ll have to taste you on my tongue soon but I need you to fall apart on my cock first.”
He gripped your hips with both hands and lifted you on the countertop. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled you to the edge of the counter. “Tell me beautiful, do you want me to fuck you?”
You nodded and spread your legs more, glancing down at his cock then back up at his eyes. “I want you to fuck me Shinji, please fuck me.” He lined his cock with your entrance and pushed his cock into you, groaning at the way you squeezed around him. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He held your hip with one hand and brought his free hand to your face and pulled you back in for another kiss. He continued pushing his cock into you until he bottomed out, groaning your name against your lips. He dragged his tongue against the roof of your mouth before pulling back so he could watch his cock slide in and out of you.
His hips slapped against yours and your hands quickly moved to his head and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging at the soft locks whenever he did something you liked, which was quite often. His cock hit all the right spots that made your toes curl and your eyes roll back. His name left your lips in broken moans and cries, the sensitivity of your last orgasm paired with how he was fucking you was bringing you closer to a second orgasm insanely quickly. You arched your back and dropped your hands from his hair to his shoulders to ground yourself. “Gonna cum again Shinji! Don’t stop, don't stop!”
“I wasn’t planning on stopping, pretty girl, I want you to make a mess on my cock. Come on, make a fucking mess.” He slammed his hips into yours and moved one hand to rub and slap your clit, the action quickly sending you headfirst into your second orgasm. His hands and hips never stopped, helping you ride out your orgasm while chasing his. “Can I cum inside you, pretty girl? Wanna fill this perfect pussy with my cum, please pretty girl.”
You nodded, trying to gather the words to give him verbal permission. “Cum inside me Shinji fuck.” He slammed his hips into yours a few more times and rested his head against your shoulder as he painted your walls white. He continued rutting his hips into yours as the last few ropes of cum filled you up and pulled you in to capture your lips in his once more. As he kissed you he slowly pulled out of you and adjusted your panties to cover your cunt. He broke the kiss and caressed your cheek.
“Well I don’t know if you have anything planned for the rest of the night but if you’re up to it I could play a private show for you back at my place. What do you say, beautiful?”
#bleach smut#shinji hirako smut#tw:unprotected sex#tw:creampie#tw:biting#shinji smut#it’s the brainrot getting to me yall
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