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evilminji · 2 months

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You know what's my JAM?

Extremes being treated as the Serious Dangers they ARE, even when they aren't "oooh its a spooky Grey morality and BADness!" Extreme.

Like? No, people. ALL of them are bad. They are ALL face melting dangerous. The void may crush your soul, but look upon the Face Of GOD? Not gonna be having a fun time! Doesn't MATTER if he's a cool dude! Face melting!

We are creatures of BALANCE. Tiny, fragile, little motes of dust. That can only exsist in the careful, blended, dances of territories and powers that be. We squishy.

Ghosts? Less squishy.

Poor impulse control, too. Especially ones with Fenton genetics. ABSOLUTELY ones with Fenton genetics and a trauma based aversion to therapy. That one? Pretty hardy. Made pretty tough, what with being Fates third favorite chew toy. But? Still gets the Sads, you know? The slightly longer then just seasonal depression.

Would medicine and some therapy help? Oh like a dream!

If medicine WORKED on his Ectoplasmicly contaminated ass. And he TRUSTED therapists.

But... surely, Danny thinks, as he sits grossly in his Depression sweatpants and eats suspect pizza on the floor of his moldering shoebox of an apartment, there must be SOME way to address his Depression? He should... he should DO something about it. Take a break maybe. Look up some ghost doctors or something.

.....

Oooooooooor..... >.>

He could break out that OMENIOUS af, bound in suspect leather, Big Book Of Forbidden Knowledge(TM) that he got from Pariah's.... what, fourth? Fifth? Library? Fuck that Lair is huge. He's STILL cleaning it out and it's been over half a decade. He swears it spawns more floors just to mock him. Bastard. Don't know HOW a building can be a Bastard, but it sure found A WAY.

Anyway!

Book it is! *horrifying Eldritch light as he opens it* huh. Neat. Comes with its own visual effects. *another bite of suspect pizza* Funky.

And so! Danny, the depressed King Of The Zone... fucks of to go cheer himself up in the Fields Of Bliss(TM), an area of Absolute Bliss. Which! Sounds GREAT in theory, now don't it? Lovely even.

Remember that little comment about extremes?

You can ENTER those fields. But no one leaves. No one CAN. The deeper you go? The more doomed you become. Less will to do anything at all. Eat, talk, move. So much as think. Like ALL extreme "Goods", it sounds lovely, but the reality is no gentle little thing.

It's a glue trap.

But how could Danny have known? Honestly, who would have TAUGHT him? Textbooks can only go so far, after all. And placing blame will not rescue the young monarch.

I imagine it's one of his helpers that pieces together what's happened. Come for further clarification on WHERE exactly he wants certain statues moved. Only? Your Majesty? Your Majesty...? Where ever could he BE? Oh? He's left out some of his books. Well, I'll just assist by putting them away for-.....

Oh.

OH ANCIENTS, NO.

But! What can the poor man DO? Ghosts are Beings of Will, Emotion, and Obsession. Were it some sort of Holy Blade or Sentient Tree, you know, something INDIVIDUAL with a will they could FIGHT? Oh no problem. But an area of effect? Especially an EMOTIONAL area of effect!? Ooooooh, this is bad. The Zone can't AFFORD to lose ANOTHER King!

We JUST GOT THIS ONE!!!

Wait. He's heard that there's an organization for this! That loudly cursing fellow who got violently thrown back into the Zone. "Ruined his fun" and all that! Perfect! He'll just hire THEM!

Smashcut? To a nice, peaceful, everybody's screaming Justice League Meeting. John's cursing life, extremely hungover. Zatana still has three cracked ribs. Wonder Woman is enjoying the new sword she... liberated... mid battle. Truely stunning craftsmanship. When?

Knock Knock!

Heads swivel. There... is a glowing green... accountant? Dandy? Dandy accountant. With an equally radioactive day glow green Actual Pirate's Chest Of Treasures, floating next to him. In the void of space; Just beyond the glass. What, the, fuuuuuu-

He seems to be under the impression they are some sort of Heroic mercenaries. And has come to request the retrieve-

"NNNNNOPE! Pariah can SHOVE it!" Snarls a suddenly very awake John Constantine, sitting up straight for the first time in hours. The rest of Dark grimly nod in agreement. Let the fucker rot. It's a kinder fate then he deserves.

No, no, NO! King PHANTOM! Pariah's SUCCESSOR by right of combat! They are not, and were never, allied in any way!

Well, all right then. Road trip to save a young idiot then.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing

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silkythewriter · 3 months

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Hello! New anon here, um, so we have the headcanons for Vox x extravert reader. But what are your headcanons for Vox x introvert reader?

Got me curious :3

Vox x introvert reader!

Warnings!: Non!

Fandom!:Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: AH I WAS WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS (≧▽≦) TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS! Hazbin hotel has my mind running and my hyperfixation on this show is actually wild. IM SO GREATFUL FOR ALL THE REQUESTS TRUELY

Summary!: Vox with a introverted reader!

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3❤️

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

★📺✨!Vox!✨📺★

First things first, he always makes sure the paparazzi’s back off. Being with one of the more popular and powerful overloads is definitely going to come with some press!. But don’t worry you’ll little head off he can always just zap the equipment or threaten them.

As the show shows us he’s one little show off! But as much as he’d love to show what’s his and who’s he’s with he’d keep it private if your uncomfortable with the sudden spot light.

Depending on your personality behind closed doors, like if your more on the calmer side, or on the but more ecstatic side, it will determine what he prefers to do with you!

If your on the calmer he’d love to wind down in your arms and just lay for a bit! Maybe put on the latest news. Or show you the good press he’s getting for his latest invention. He likes having someone to listen like actually listen as much as he likes having power and using it to scare people. It does effect his daily conversation with people since they want to get one his bad side, so he adores the calm conversations with you! Even if your more a listener then a talker.

Now if you were more on the hyper side behind closed doors, he’s gonna be so confused. Where was all this energy when you guys were in the building?! ヘ（° □°）ヘ!!

Once you explain your a bit more introverted in-front of people you don’t know. Which he has to admit he gets it to a degree.

Most of the time he handles any social interaction and takes the lead if someone approaches you not that he’s jelly of them or anything! Yk that meme where it’s like

“They said no pickles” that’s quite literally you and him

Sometimes holds your hand or links pinky’s with you if your ever feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the workers in the building, or the camera shoved into your face. He hates seeing so stress so he dose his best to figure something out, which he always does!

If your not a busy demon like him and are just with him for most of the day which he will admit in secret he absolutely loves he has your own little space in the three Vs building for you to chill out and not get interrupted. He filled it with whatever you said you’d like, even stuff you didn’t tell him… weird…(💧゜^゜)

Sometimes teases you, just because he doesn’t like seeing you upset doesn’t mean he’s gonna let you get away that easy!

Like one time him you and the two other Vs were ordering over phone and rang up the place. Before handing you the phone hurriedly as they picked up making you stammer and stumble over your words from surprise. He cracked up over this, now your always alert when he has a phone around you…

He’s devious, sometimes he makes you go up and ask for straws or something you always end up getting a bit freaked out only for him to laugh as he calls the waiter himself and does it. Yea he’s foul.. -_-

On the brighter note! He always with you in a second if your having trouble with a person and are to nervous to speak up. He dosent mind doin it for you!

Makes you steer clear of the other Val and velvet, their chatter boxes, also he just prefers you to not have to talk to them.

Sometimes he basks in the pure knowledge that your more comfortable with him then others

Overall! He does tease!, he loves the expressions you make!, but in all honesty even with his personality and attuned he’s a sweetheart! Does whatever makes you uncomfortable for you!, he’s a gentleman after all.

꧁𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹꧂

AHHHH TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS AND I LOVE SEEING WHAT I CNA DO WITH CONTRASTING HEADCANONS LIKE THESE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! ☆ ～('▽^人)

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lanandos · 1 month

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Treat you right

Lando Norris x self insert reader (no Y/N)

Self indulgent fic, heavily influenced by that video of Lando foam rolling in every carnival tiktok edit. Also that one vibrator speed.

No beta read, head empty.

Lando knew growing up that he wasn’t like other kids. But when he met you, it solidified for him just how different his upbringing was.

As an adult, he understands that he grew up with privilege and that not all kids got to have the same opportunities he did.

It still shocks him how different things were for you and how sometimes it does feel like the two of you lived on different worlds.

He still finds himself absolutely absorbed in the details whenever you speak about what growing up without much money was like. Like how your parents were always home late after work and how you learnt to fend for yourself from an early age.

When you met Lando it felt surreal.

All motorsport was pretty popular in your family and with your friends, but F1 always felt more refined - more serious.

Despite how alien Lando’s world felt, he always felt right. It was exciting and truely a little terrifying to go on that first date, and then to make your relationship public. But the core of the relationship, what you felt for Lando, was never in doubt. You knew he was right for you.

Lando always seemed to find great joy in spoiling you, despite your protests and assurances all you needed was him. But you knew he liked the way your face lit up and to bicker with you about accepting the very luxurious, but always very thoughtful gift.

It still caught you off guard when Lando casually mentioned an impromptu stop to Bali in between race weekends at Melbourne and Suzuka.

Initially you refused, insisted he focus on his training back at Woking. But he’d made a very compelling argument that involved pleading eyes and talented fingers.

Which is how you came to find yourself waking in crisp white hotel sheets.

Stretching out to wring out the tiredness came with the thrill of knowing even with all your limbs fully extended, you still didn’t come close to edges of the bed.

It was quickly replaced with disappointment when your boyfriend’s side of the bed was cool and empty.

Sitting upright, you took in the room. It was a late flight in and you hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the plushness of the room before.

The most enticing aspect was the balcony which led straight to the ocean. A younger version of yourself had only seen water so blue and clear in movies, a stark contrast to the grey swell of water at home.

Peeling yourself from the bed, you found the note Lando always makes sure to leave when he wakes first.

morning love,

went for a run

will be back before breakfast

L xx

It wasn’t hard to pass the time showering and letting your hair dry whilst lounging out on the patio. But still, the sound of the door softly clicking open was welcome.

Lando slid into the room, looking confused when he didn’t immediately see you in bed or otherwise.

It only took him a moment to catch your eye, a bright smile crashing over his features.

It was early but warming up nicely outside and you appreciated the way his shorts and tee clung to his body. Lando greeted you with a bruising kiss, letting you know he clearly had plans for your time alone and out of the public eye.

“Hey sweetie,” he murmured against your mouth. You giggled and hummed a response, unable to speak properly whilst he insisted on keeping your mouths connected.

Lando never did things by halves, and this extended to his treatment of you. Right now that felt pretty delicious. You could feel your core fluttering and a sinful slideshow of possible options flickered through your mind.

His smell and touch was achingly welcome and distracting. You almost didn’t notice his hands pulling at your sundress. But a little voice reminded you that you both needed to eat, and a shower for Lando wouldn’t hurt, before you got carried away.

“Lando, you need to eat and have a shower,” you pushed his hands away and wiggled out from under his touch.

Lando pouted, clearly having other plans. But it gave you the opportunity to slip out from under his bent frame and come to stand next to him. Lando wasn’t extraordinarily tall, but you still lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“Come on, I’m hungry.” Mentioning your own need for food seemed to motivate him and the heat in his gaze was replaced with refined focus.

You would have been more than pleased with the buffet on offer for all guests. But once the option for a more luxurious breakfast was offered to Lando, he didn’t even hesitate to agree.

The beach was secluded with lush greenery coming right up to the gentle waves of white sand stretching out to same blue ocean seen from the bedroom suite.

The cabana was composed of four wooden pillars draped with sheer white linens. There was thick foam padding the base with towels neatly folded on the cushions.

An assortment of plates were presented, each time you cut a pleading glance at Lando - overwhelmed by the volume and decadence of it all.

Lando was reclined back in the plush beddings, looking at ease in shorts and a barely buttoned shirt. His still damp hair was pushed back by a papaya orange cap.

His gaze never left you, occasionally biting down on his lower lip when you thanked the staff repeatedly or told them you were really quite fine and didn’t need anything further.

When the final plate was settled, Lando reached out to you. He guided you back into the crook of his arm and chest.

Lando peppered small kisses along your hairline, “baby, I want you to enjoy yourself. Let me treat you how you deserve to be treated everyday.”

You breathed in the scent of him and relaxed back into his embrace.

“Good girl,” Lando praised, voice low and full of promise.

Lando took great joy in feeding you small mouthfuls of delicious fruits and pastries. Each time you tasted something particularly delightful, you made sure to moan appreciatively against Lando’s still retreating fingers on your lips.

You’re weren’t oblivious to the game you were playing and kept an observant eye on Lando’s own responses. His chest was rising and falling subtly faster and when Lando offered you an index finger laden with cream, you eagerly closed your lips and lapped at the digit. The response was immediate, it felt like the universe had percolated down to the two of you tucked away in your private but not so private escape. Lando’s fingers flexed down to hold your jaw firm, whilst his remaining finger pressed down to meet your tongue.

Your gaze swept appreciatively along the toned lines of his torso and met his heady gaze above you. Lando’s pupils were blown wide and you could see the plans for your pleasure forming.

It made your lower stomach clench and a small sound of desperation push up from the back of your throat.

“I know baby, let me make you feel good,” Lando promised you sweetly.

Lando removed his finger from your lips with a reluctant pop. But he made sure to make it up to you. His slanted mouth pressed against your slick and parted lips. Your hand fisted in the fine linen of his shirt, before slipping underneath to begin gliding over his smooth skin.

Lando’s own hands got to work, pushing up the flip of your sundress. Your breath caught when you remembered your choice of underwear for today. A barely there wisp of lace and ribbon. It was something you had ordered custom, evidenced by the small silver number #4 charm dangling at the centre.

Lando’s fingers grazed the lace covering your ass before gently tracing the ruffled edge up to your hip. His mouth lifted off yours to allow him to glance down at the curve of your body.

“This all for me baby?” His voice rasped, fingers tentatively dipping under the laced edges. Lando’s question was revenant and emboldened your further.

You nodded your head, “let me show you,” you whispered under his jawline.

Lando let you go just far enough for you to press up onto your knees. You could see the occasional guest lingering by their own cabanas or taking in the oceanic views, but no one seemed to be looking towards the two of you too closely. There was also the added cover of the gently swaying curtains.

Your fingers reached down to hike the edge of the skirt up to your hips before pulling it up and over completely.

You had chosen to go without a bra today, as it felt too out of place with the air of enjoyment and sexual tension. Consequently, you were left fully on show to Lando. Save for your very thoughtful panties.

Lando looked you over boldly, gaze lingering on your breasts before dipping lower.

You could see when he recognised what the glinting charm was. His eyes focused in and you heard the groan of appreciation tumble from his lips.

“Baby, you’re too sweet for me. This all mine yeah?” Lando’s hands swept up your sides before coming back down to rest on your ass.

The flutters in your stomach had turned to borderline painful twists. You could feel the pooling arousal in your core and desperately needed Lando to start touching you proper.

“Lan, please I need you,” you pouted at Lando.

Lando hushed you before sitting up and shucking his own shirt off, before manhandling you onto your back in the cushions.

Deft fingers propped your knees apart, wide enough for Lando to situate himself in between. His gaze was heated, only flagging in intensity as he smirked when you squirmed beneath him.

“My pretty baby, gonna let me take care of you. Make you feel good yeah,” praise was tumbling from Lando’s lips and it was making you feel lightheaded already.

He kept his eyes on yours as his warm hands trailed down from your knees, sweeping over your thighs and up to your waist. He squeezed slightly here, spread fingers emphasising the rise and fall of your body.

Lando’s body tilted forward, a stabilising hand coming up to rest next to you.

The kiss he planted firmly on your lips was slow and deliberate.

His hand continued its path up to your chest, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipples. You whined at the touch and arched up, Lando shushed you again before dipping his head to drag his pointed tongue over the sensitive bud.

You did really try to keep quiet, you were outside after all, but the more daring side of you knew that Lando would take every noise as an encouragement to make you feel good.

Lando was steadfast in the attention he paid to your breasts. He lapped and sucked at them until you felt tender and so needy for more. A truely whiney sound made its way past your lips and Lando glanced up to meet your debauched gaze.

“Oh honey, you’re doing so good for me. Such perfect tits. Should I give your sweet pussy attention too?” He mused like it was inconsequential to him. The idea of him choosing not to touch you made your thighs clench down hard around his waist.

“Lan please, want you so bad,” your voice wavered and was thick with burgeoning tears. Lando shushed you again as he kissed more praise up over your chest and jaw. It calmed the panic in the back of your mind that he would keep up the teasing forever and never get on with it.

Lando’s hands began to slip your panties off your hips, but when your hands reached out to grab his wrists he stopped immediately.

Bypassing his wondering expression, you tugged at his shorts impatiently. If you were going to be wholly naked, you would like to have his own naked form pressed against you.

Lando chucked at your response, and obligingly stood to remove his shorts and briefs. He stood proud at the foot of the lounge, cock hard and shiny at the tip. It made your mouth water.

Then hands were back on you and you joined Lando in nudeness. Still sprawled on the crisp white, a vain voice whispered you must look pretty good given how appreciative and hungry Lando looked at you.

Lando kneeled again, but didn’t come to kiss you as you had expected. Instead he widened your legs before folding himself to lick a wet stripe up your inner thigh. It made your thighs clench down around his head and shoulders, which Lando promptly encouraged with a firm squeeze.

He settled in at the crux of your body and got to work licking and sucking along your thighs and hips. You barely registered the truely obscene noises coming from your mouth, but Lando must of been taking note as he mumbled praises for your sounds and responses to him throughout.

When his tongue dipped in to your folds, your body arched without control and you found your hands buried deep into Lando’s curls. Lando licked confidently over your dripping sex, his face buried deep between your thighs. He settled into a pattern which he knew built an earth shattering release in you. A finger dipped into your core and you felt your body welcoming it in. Lando’s mouth continued to work over your clit and you knew he had no intentions of letting you go without finding release like this.

It brought you closer to the edge when you remembered how shocked Lando was the first time you were intimate. Your previous partners never prioritised your pleasure, and you found yourself anxious anytime sex was initiated. Often slipping away to finish yourself off in the bathroom or not even being bothered to do that. It hadn’t crossed your mind that Lando would be outraged by the idea of you ending sex without orgasm, and he had proven his point that night over and over and over again.

A second finger entering you shook your mind back to the present, Lando lifted his head from his work to cast a questioning glance upwards.

“Where did my baby go there? Was I not fucking you well enough to keep your attention?” Lando mussed before dipping to lap at your core whilst keeping his eyes on you.

“Was just, ah, thinking about when, fuck fuck fuck, we first, fuck Lan, when you first fucked me,” your words were punctuated by Lando’s tongue sweeping over you. He seemed to find a thrill in knowing you were struggling to get a sentence out. Lando groaned deeply against you, and you felt your release building ever higher.

“You were so eager to please baby, always wanting to make me happy. But no one else has ever made you feel like this have they honey, no one else has known how to fuck your little brains out.” Lando’s voice was sweet and full of promise, with a healthy dose of male pride. His tongue returned with renewed purpose and you felt the band in your stomach ratcheting in tension. Words tumbled from your mouth, mostly just Lando’s name. He knew you were close to release and made every effort to deliver you there successfully.

Your eyes scrunched closed as Lando’s lips sealed over your clit and sucked. Your hand tightened on his curls in an effort to find purchase as you fell head over heels into bliss. Nothing else existed except for the waves of ecstasy coursing through your body and Lando’s ever obliging fingers working you through your mind numbing orgasm.

Your eyes only blinked open when you felt Lando’s dampened lips pressing over your temples, across your cheekbones, before settling over your own. As you came back to your bearings, your hands drifted across the planes of Lando’s chest and abdomen to find his dripping arousal. He sucked in a breath when you began to steadily pump his cock, sweeping fingers through his own wetness to soothe the glide.

Lando nipped at your jaw, before lifting up enough to be able to look down at where you held him. His hips fucked down into your grip and appreciated the sight of your hand around his flushed cock.

Despite your protest, Lando raised himself back up to his knees before arranging himself back in between your thighs. You felt the cooling wetness under your backside, and whilst it was slightly uncomfortable, it didn’t deter your enthusiasm for more.

Lando took his time gazing down at your exposed body and seemed particularly enraptured by your glistening sex. Fingers dragging through the dampness before fleetingly dipping back in.

“Lan please, want you to fuck me,” you pleaded. Hopeful that asking nicely would encourage him along.

Lando grinned at your desperate form before hiking your hips up and over his thighs, leaving you tilted and splayed open.

Lando fisted the base of his cock before tapping it over your still sensitive clit. You whined and squirmed in an effort to move away. All it earned you was a brisk slap to your outer thigh.

“I’ll fuck you how your body needs to be fucked baby. You can trust me to make you feel good,” Lando’s voice was heavy with lust and your core clenched down on emptiness.

When Lando decided to, he dragged his cock over the entrance to your heat. The head catching on your slick entrance and causing the both of you to moan.

Lando caught your gaze as he slowly began to sink into your wet heat. You could feel the way your body opened up for him. The firmness of him filling you up so deeply and stretching you so nicely had you grasping onto anything in reach.

Lando bottomed out and held deathly still whilst paying careful attention to your expression. It didn’t take long for you to whine for more, especially since he had opened you up so nicely on his mouth and fingers.

“So pretty for me baby, going to make you come all over my cock. Maybe have you come sitting on my face after so I can clean you up all nice.” Lando’s voice betrayed the air of calm control he was otherwise portraying. But you were too distracted to really call him out on it, as you knew his promises in the bedroom were incredibly reliable.

Lando drew back slowly and your senses narrowed down onto the feel of his thick cock sliding against your sensitive walls.

Lando fucked back into you, long delicious strokes that ended in a grind against your cunt. It had your vision blur and tears collect in the corners of your eyes.

Lando cooed down at you again, words of praise and pet names flowing freely now.

It was the steady and deliberate fucking which really got you going. There was no concern that Lando was going to leave you wanting, all you had to do was take what he gave you.

Lando’s fingers brushed against the burgeoning teardrops, temporarily clearing your vision. You blinked dazedly up at the cabana roof, momentarily coming back to the reality that Lando was fucking you outside in semi public.

“Sweet baby, gonna show anyone who’s looking at you that you’re mine and that it’s my cock you’re gagging for. Isn’t that right sunshine,” Lando’s voice was syrup sweet, but his possessiveness made your core clench down hard and a needy whine bubble up from your throat.

Lando bit out a curse, before a thumb was pressed down intently on your clit. You didn’t really have the leverage to arch against him, but your head tilted back against the plush bedding regardless.

Lando’s thumb swept circles over your clit, and in a moment of sex fuelled delirium your brain conjured up the image of each pass spiralling you closer to an orgasm. Which was true in a way.

Lando’s cock continued to press in slowly before being pulled back, each pass igniting newfound pleasure in your body.

“Lan, please fuck me harder,” you could barely whimper out your request, already so wrecked from pleasure. Lando obliged and each thrust came with a greater snap of his hips into yours. Lando ground down deeply when fully seated in your heat and you felt like you were about to choke on the overwhelming sense of him inside you.

The never ending endurance of Lando’s thrusts accompanied by the steady sweep of his thumb pushed you towards release.

But when Lando bent forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, his cock angled up against the spot in you which had you grasping at his shoulders and begging for him to never stop.

Consecutive orgasms for you always hit you like a truck, unexpected and earth shatteringly large. Your rising moans were muffled by a firm hand across your mouth, not that it really mattered to you in the moment. Lando picked up the pace as your windfall of orgasmic pleasure began to shift into overstimulation. Lando thrust into your spasming heat a handful of times before his hips stuttered and stilled against yours. Your hands swept over his back as he came back to his senses.

Lando grasped at one of the towels which had previously been neatly folded. He pulled out as carefully as could be managed before using the towel to gently clean you up.

Once satisfied, Lando slumped next to you on the plush seating.

Lando turned to press soft kisses across your face before slanting down to kiss your proper. When he leaned back his eyes were shimmering with teasing mirth.

“I believe I made a promise about cleaning you up darling,” his eyes crinkled as he took in your confused pout before realisation dawned on you.

You yelped when a hand pinched at the softness of your thigh before curling yourself up defensively against Lando’s side.

“Lan I can’t, but I wouldn’t say no to later,” you playfully swatted away his wandering hands before settling back against his body.

Lando pecked kisses across your shoulder and up along your neck whilst you both caught your breath and basked in the post organismic haze together.

#f1 x reader #mclaren f1 #f1 fic #lando norris #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 #formula 1

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leslutdepointedulac · 5 months

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Can anyone else imagine how weird and uncomfortable it would have been in QOTD when Louis realised not only did Daniel not die at the end of IWTV, but he's a vampire too now. I can just see Louis walking into the room and doing a double take when he sees Daniel and thinking wtaf.

That conversation must have been awkward af like "Heeeyyy Daniel, fancy seeing you here. You're not dead I see. That's good, that's really good. And you're a vampire now. How long has that been going on? A day, wow. And who did that? Armand!? What? No that's great, I'm super stoked for you, immortality suits you. *looks at Armand, mouthing wtf is this* Oh no Daniel, it's nothing, I'm happy for you, truely. Would you excuse me one second, I just need to speak to Armand real quick."

And then Louis just pulls Armand to one side while Daniel just stands on the other side of the room, staring at them like 🧍‍♂️

#i would give anything to see that interaction #personally if i were louis i would've have done a u-turn and sped right outta that room the second i saw daniel #louis de pointe du lac #daniel molloy #armand #interview with the vampire #iwtv #queen of the damned #qotd #vampire chronicles #tvc #my vampire chronicles

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enbysanavi · 4 months

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RE:V lords and Mother Miranda with a ghoul reader

Alcina Dimitrescu

There was always something off about you.

You never seemed to tire after long hours of work at her castle, you never shied away from cleaning duty in the dungeon like the others and most importantly you seemed to never bleed.

As a vampire that was one of the first things she noticed about you but never thought to bring it up.

She noticed your lack of heartbeat and lack of smell that usually came with the maids.

Normally she would just leave it alone because you did your job well and did tasks that nobody else wanted to do.

One night when everything was winding down for the evening, she heard the sound of a window breaking.

Usually she would summon her daughters to deal with the intruder but due to it being a colder winter she opted to do it herself.

When she got down to the kitchen she was surprised to see that the intruder’s chest had caved in and his cheeks were sunken. It was like all the air was sucked out of him and he was left as a husk.

She was even more surprised to see you there with an expression similar to a child who got caught stealing cookies.

You had small almost see through horns poking out from your hair. Your skin had turned to a pale grey and you had claws.

“Well, this is a surprise turn of events but not an unexpected one.”

You two had a long chat about what exactly you were.

You explained that you were an air ghoul and escaped from hell to enjoy life on the mortal side of the earth.

She asked if you were happy with serving her and you said yes. After all you got fed human food, were surrounded by humans and got to be in the presence of other unearthly creatures.

You also said that you sucked the air from the intruder because he scared you when you were trying to get a midnight snack.

She sighs and realised that you may be just as much of a handful as her daughters

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg smelled smoke when he entered the factory. It wasn’t an uncommon smell but he smelled it more that usual.

When he found you sitting with some of his creations with your arm on fire and marshmallows dangling above the flame he does a double take.

“What. The. Fuck???”

He is so confused.

From what he knew you were just a normal human and yet you were roasting marshmallows off of a flame that covered your entire arm.

You wave at him before tossing a roasted marshmallow at his head.

He catches it and eats it

He shoes away his creations before sitting on a crate in front of you with a bewildered expression.

He asks for an explanation and you tell him your a fire ghoul but just wanna chill up on earth for a bit.

Bewilderment is replaced with excitement.

You bet he wants to figure out a way to combine his powers and yours for an ultimate power up.

Heisenberg is a man of many talents and one of those talents is causing mayhem against Mother Miranda.

“Just think: flaming metal! It would be great!”

You go along with it because of course! This man wants to cause chaos and what else are you supposed to do up on the surface?

Donna Beneviento

Angie had finally convinced Donna to hire a new gardener.

After the last gardener died she was hesitant to allow anyone else close to her again but the plants were growing too much and she could barely keep up.

You had been on the earth for a few months now and decided that staying close to your element would be the best plan so seeing that add for a gardener was a blessing.

When you first met Donna and Angie you were taken to their uniqueness and enjoyed working for the two.

Angie was seen around you more than Donna but that didn’t mean you couldn’t sense her.

She walked on the very ground that you started to tame and once the earth around her mansion was yours, nobody could sneak up on you.

Donna truely figured out something was different about you when you purposely stepped out of Donna’s way when she was supposed to be invisible to your eyes.

Donna kept a closer eye on you through her dolls. Often gifting you one in return for your hard work.

Through the eyes of her dolls was when she first saw you.

Your green skin and brown ram-like horns that curled around your face. The way that the ground moulded and changed to your will was terrifying and interesting to Donna.

She hesitantly started to show herself to your non-green and horned form whenever you would tend to the garden in front of her house.

The conversations would be pretty one sided but as time went on Donna spoke more and more to you, eventually asking about the green skin and horns.

You confess that you’re not human and in fact an earth ghoul that just wanted to become more in touch with your element.

Donna couldn’t help but feel better that your reasoning was so pure.

She offered for you to stay in your natural form if it was more comfortable for you and reassured you than nobody would see you like that if you didn’t want them to.

You felt comforted by Donna’s presence and openness about your natural appearance and you only hopped she felt the same when she showed you her scar.

Angie loved to sit on your shoulders and hold onto your horns, always saying how she could ride the mighty ram into battle.

Salvatore Moreau

It starts small when he notices that someone else is in his waters.

He and his fish are usually the only thing that swim in the village since the villagers are too scared to.

When he spots blue skin in murky green water he gets excited at the idea of a new friend.

Spotting the blue skinned creature was easier than catching you because you were much smaller than he was.

You didn’t have a tail like he did but you could see much clearly under water and evade his capture.

It wasn’t like he wanted to hurt you, he just wanted to meet you and meet someone else who has an affinity for water.

Slowly but surely he was able to coax you out of your hiding spot and onto the shore. He was curious on how someone that looked human could crept for the blue skin and small silver horns, found it’s way into his territory.

You explained that you wanted to see the ocean but only got this far and that you were at water ghoul.

He excitedly told you that there were other lakes around the village that he could take you to.

When you confessed that you only liked his lake because there weren’t any people except for him and his fish he tried to make the water as enjoyable as possible for you.

Mother Miranda

Since you first came to the village she knew you weren’t human. You looked human and ate human food but there was just a strange aura around you.

You weren’t disturbing any of her plans or experiments so she left you alone for the time being.

When you sat on top of her chapel just to get a better look at the stars, she confronted you.

She landed beside you and asked not so calmly why you were on her chapel.

You explained that you leaned no harm and just wanted to see the stars better. After all the village didn’t have the best views.

You were much more calm than anyone else.

Mother Miranda just sighed and offered to show you better spots to see the stars that weren’t on her roof.

She showed you a few places and even varied you to the top of Lady Dimitrescu’s castle because what could Alcina do? It wasn’t like she was going to say no to Miranda.

It became a little tradition for Miranda to meet you at night and watch the night sky with you.

When you confessed to being not human she said she already knew but didn’t know what you were.

You said you were a quintessence ghoul and simply wanted to see the sky.

She was impressed to see a ghoul out in the real world and asked if you could help her with her experiments.

Since you had a lot of free time in the day you agreed.

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