#i swear if it was face to face I would've simply shut down

[sapphosclosefriend]

- Money, Power, Glory pt 4 -

Pairing: CEO! Silverfox! Natasha Romanoff x Escort! Fem! Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, brief smut

Summary: you're finally ready to start getting to know more about each other while in Cuba. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 4k

Warnings: top! Natasha x bottom! R, Natasha has a penis, big age gap (N=56, R=24), talks of miscarriages (not R), big mommy issues, very brief smut.

A/N: this story contains smut and mature themes so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. I can't believe we're on schedule…if it keeps going well, the Christmas special will come out next week!!! As usual, thanks so so much to @supercorpdanbeau and @rt--link !!! As usual, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy ♡

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You could barely breathe and the sounds that kept fighting to come out of your mouth over and over made it even harder for you to draw in some much needed air.

You could only lay limp on your stomach while Natasha had her weight on her hands on either side of your waist, getting enough leverage to thrust deep and hard into you and make your eyes roll back as she graced your ears with her breathless swears. She was incredibly close and, after a few more harsher thrusts that you were sure had to have made you slide up the bed at least a bit, she reached her peak with loud groans as she intently filled your pussy with all of her cum. Finally getting the chance, you tried your best to get your breathing back to normal while she stayed still inside of you and tried to do the same. You looked even more beautiful to Natasha as you lay under her. You were always ready to take anything from her, and your heavenly afterglow along with the way your pussy clenched around her while still coming down from your own peak, could've easily gotten her going once again. Sensing your tiredness, though, she immediately stopped her impure, spiraling thoughts to carefully pull out of you as gently as she could while lightly caressing the small of your back at the small hiss you tried to hide, before leaning down to land a quick peck on your bare back.

“You did so good for me”

You could only tiredly hum at the murmured praise as the older woman moved off of you to clean herself up, retrieve something to do the same to you and get a glass of fresh water. You were fighting to keep your eyes open, knowing that you could've easily fallen asleep as soon as you blocked the light coming from the large window, but you lost your battle once she came back to take care of you. You were starting to drift off as soon as her soft hand touched your shoulder to tell you she was back, but still made out her quiet chuckle once she finished her task and settled back in her spot on the bed. Feeling her gaze on you, you opened your eyes to be greeted by her lying form next to you, amusingly looking at you as you still hadn't moved an inch.

“Shut up”

Your grumbled words as you tried to look at her through only one eye seemed to be a way too entertaining show for Natasha as she fought to hide a smirk threatening to come out.

“I didn't say anything”

She was full on smiling now as you rubbed your eyes to get a better view of her.

“You don't need to”

Your sluggish movements as you did your best to find a comfortable position while turning to your side to face her would've made you almost embarrassed with any other customer, but you both knew deep down that Natasha simply wasn't any other customer. You both felt so at ease with each other and when your professionalism slipped away to leave space for genuineness, you gave her the courage for the same to happen to her and the constant control she always had even over her own self would leave some space for a more relaxed version of her you couldn't help but appreciate more and more. You admittedly felt very lucky to be able to witness the real person behind the big title and even though she was still clearly not ready to disclose too personal information about herself yet, you appreciated the effort she had put into sharing small, apparently meaningless, bits of her with you. You cherished every single word, every action, every joke, every glance and, unbeknownst to you, Natasha only felt her heart clenching more the less you asked her about herself. She would've poured her heart out to you, if only to make you happy and to satisfy your curiosity, but she knew that such a thing just wasn't possible. And seeing your clear desire to know anything you could about her, yet your restraint to do so, warmed her heart at the prospect of someone finally understanding her for once and letting her go at her own pace.

The happiness that always came from such beautiful thoughts that, by then, plagued her mind, though, was always destined to get shattered. Because she knew, deep down, that you were just doing your job after all. Yes, you were getting to know her and you wanted to do so, but you weren't actively looking to start a relationship or anything so crazy. You were just a girl being way too nice with a woman like her. Your interest couldn't possibly be as deep as hers was becoming. She just had to keep shaking the strange fluttering in her stomach away every time you looked at her like you were doing now, but your pretty eyes and your even prettier face made it impossible for her hand to stay in its place and before she knew it she was caressing your warm cheek before leaning in to leave a small peck on your lips and bashing in the incredible feeling of your touch on her.

She couldn't believe she was once again feeling disappointment, yet this time around it pierced her heart just so much harder. This time it wasn't someone else hopefully trying to get through the thick wall she had created against the outside and giving up before succeeding. This time she was the one who couldn't get to the person she seeked because such person simply didn't want her in the same way. She hated how vulnerable she felt, yet, for once, such a feeling, instead of the anger she was used to experiencing, got even more curiosity out of her. If nothing serious could happen it didn't mean that she couldn't indulge herself into knowing the most about you she could.

Noticing the goosebumps on your arms you tried not to bring any attention to, she silently got up from the bed, not bothering to cover up her godly body, to get some clothes for the both of you. As you lay alone on your side and admired the cloudy sky, free of all sun rays, the sight of the sea moving back and forth outside slightly started lulling you further into relaxation, also thanks to the oxytocin still running high through you. You didn't even hear her steps as she approached the bed once again and the warm light she turned on slightly startled you, pulling you out of your brief trance and getting your attention back to her. She was standing at the foot of the bed with her gray hair up in a messy bun and wearing only a pair of black boxers and a wrinkly band t-shirt, a kind of look you'd never seen on her. She looked pretty, like one of the truest versions of herself there was and one that made you want to hug her as hard as you could.

She was holding a pair of underwear you recognised as yours, that she probably found in your luggage, and a beige, slightly damaged, cashmere sweater you knew for sure was hers. You had seen it so many times in her house, always somewhere in case she needed it, if she wasn't wearing it already. You didn't know why, but the thought of something so simple such as Natasha having a favorite sweater made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially knowing that she was offering it to you now.

As you thanked her for the clothes and put them on, not even bothering to get out of bed to do so, she gathered the duvet from the floor to lay it over the bed once you sat back, letting it cover you and immediately warming you up a bit. You only wanted to admire her long legs and the snippet of her stomach as her t-shirt rode up while she got into bed, but the smell coming from the fabric on your body almost got you back into the post sex trance you just exited. The sweater sat soft like a cloud on your skin and the sleeves, a little too long for you, offered you the opportunity to ball their remaining fabric around your fists, warming up your hands and almost forcing you to move them closer to your face to fully breathe in the scent that intoxicated you. It didn't just smell like her perfume, it smelled like her, like her skin, like her hair, like Natasha.

You could've fallen asleep right then and there, with the soft sound of her even breathing and her smell clouding your mind, but you opened your eyes once her fingers gently moved a strand of hair away from your face and tenderly caressed your cheekbone once again. The second your gaze met hers, the vast ocean outside of the yacht completely disappeared, leaving you alone to drown in the greenish, addicting sea that were her eyes, instead. Gosh, how gladly you would’ve died lost in their depth.

“Can I ask you…can I ask you something about yourself?”

Her murmured question, spoken so quietly and even unsurely, pulled your mind off the beautiful endlessness of her eyes.

“Sure…I'm not that interesting, though, compared to someone like you.”

“You’re very interesting to me.”

Her small voice as she muttered the words warmed your heart like never before and almost made you tear up at the genuine interest she seemed to have over you. It was a bit hard for you to open up, certainly not as much as it was for her, but you did your best not to hold back when you could, hoping to make her trust you enough to let her guard down if she wanted to. And so, with a small nod from you, she moved to lie on her side, holding her head up on her hand, while you wiggled closer to her until you found a comfortable position to look up at her from your spot as you lay down next to her.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Everything you wanna tell me.”

You never disclosed personal information to your customers, after all it's not like they really wanted to know anything about you. Whenever they asked you something it was always out of courtesy, never of true interest, so you would just find a polite way to discreetly deviate the conversation to something they actually had interest in. But seeing the little smile on her face as she sweetly waited for your response with so much interest in her eyes, warmed your heart like never before and made you feel as though you could've never stopped yourself from telling her whatever the hell she wanted.

“Sorry, I’m usually not very good at opening up”

You tried to justify your initial silence as you thought about something to start the conversation with, your mind overcrowded by a turmoil of emotions.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t seem like it, but I like listening to people I care about. Of course you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, though.”

The sudden warmth in your cheeks at the mention of possibly being as lucky as being someone Natasha cared about immediately lost its importance, as you tentatively looked up at her. The disappointment you were afraid to meet wasn't anywhere on her face, though, as it was only filled with what you could only describe as love and care. She was at ease, she was talking and maybe she was even more than at ease. She trusted you. You couldn't ruin such an achievement and she needed to know that you noticed and you appreciated it.

“No no, I want to, really! I want to, Natasha”

You held her soft hand in yours as you intently looked at her in the eye as a way to reassure her of your willingness and, once you tried to let go, feeling slightly ashamed of your initial eagerness with your action, you were glad to feel her hold tighten on your hand, signaling she was more than fine with the contact.

“When we got here this morning you said the smell of the ocean reminded you of your childhood, why?”

You still seemed uncertain for a moment, but her comforting, warm hand in yours and her patient silence gave you the courage you needed to start talking to her. It surprised you how at ease you felt as soon as the first word left your mouth and after that, it was as if the floodgates had been opened.

"You know, there are studies that show how the faintest of smells or scents, in a mere millisecond can trigger whole memories that you never even knew you had or that you haven't thought about in years. That always happens to me with what I call the salty sea, this warm, dry, saline smell that always makes me feel so many things. It's bittersweet.

You know, when I was a kid I'd always spend the summer with my grandparents at the seaside. My parents couldn't take time off work so I'd spend those months away from home, only the three of us. I used to love that, I was always looking forward to it: we always stayed at a very beautiful campsite, in our trailer and it was so fun, to stay in our cozy little house during those three months and have more adventures every single day. I'd go to the pool, ride my bike, play at the park, paint at the kid's club, swim in the ocean, make sand castles. And every year I'd make new friends from all over the world. Sometimes I'd never see them ever again, which was sad, but I knew that I'd meet new ones and make the pain in my heart go away.

The thing that I liked the most about those summers, though, was how sweet my mom used to be to me. We wouldn't see each other all day every day, so there wasn't the risk of me pissing her off, doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, forgetting to do something, making her forget to do something. We wouldn't see each other all day every day, so her daily evening calls were only filled with love and affection from her. Every day she'd call and she'd ask me what I had done and how the new kids I met were. She'd tell me she missed me so freaking much and that she couldn't wait for me to be back home in her arms. I'd cry almost every night, because every night I'd realize just how much I missed her and that I would've left and even walked all the way back home if she missed me too much. I hated how I could hear the strain in her voice from the whole day spent at work and the pain from being away from me. She was used to not spending a lot of time together, she had to go back to work very soon after I was born and always worked very long hours, but of course it was different in those summer months.

When I got older I realized that being away from one another was actually much better than we thought: after being apart for a while, the need to be together and the way she missed me would make the side of her that wasn't always happy with life go away, at least for a little bit. She didn't get the chance of getting angry with me or me triggering a mental breakdown and her telling me that she just needed to leave dad and I and get a new life or end it all. It's funny, I never realized how fucked up it is to say something like that to a 6 years old until very little ago.

Anyway, during those summers the only thing my mom did was love me, actually, not love me, she liked me, I wasn't flawed and always doing something wrong, I was her daughter and she liked me and she loved me. And then I understood, I need to stay away from her for a little while, so that she can love me for a little bit.

So yeah, it's bittersweet, the salty sea."

You couldn’t process what just happened, but what took over your mind as soon as you finished talking wasn’t the shock from being able to disclose such information to someone who wasn’t family or your therapist, but the fear of having ruined for good whatever small traces of a connection you had with Natasha thanks to your uncontrolled rambling. She said “everything”, but what if it was too deep? She said “everything”, but what if she wasn't ready to tell you something like that about herself and you made her feel forced to do so? She said “everything”, but what if you had built her wall back up with your own hands?

Sensing the panic you were almost perfectly hiding, she gently pulled you against her chest to hold you in her arms and kiss the top of your head before the “sorry” you had ready for her could leave your lips. Pulling back, she finally admired your beautiful face once again, feeling a bit more reassured at the slightly lessened, yet still present, traces of tension on your features. You looked small, young, younger than you were, with almost imperceptible traces of childhood you still seemed to unknowingly hold onto behind your eyes. You looked young because you were young and for the first time with her you didn't try to hide yourself behind a closely crafted composed facade that sometimes didn't fully fit you.

“And how is it now? If I can ask.”

"We don't really see each other anymore, except for the holidays sometimes, but we're not on bad terms at all. We always text and talk through the phone. It's just that her calls now feel like those old summer ones, always so sweet"

She didn’t respond to you, but she didn’t need to say anything, you understood how hard it could be for someone like her to express herself with her words. Her eyes and the warmth of her arm, still holding you in a loose hug, easily made you understand anything she would’ve wanted to express to you.

You tried your best to be as open as you could, but you knew you needed to take your mind off of certain things before your mood would’ve been ruined for the whole weekend and you still wanted to try to get to know at least something more about Natasha. You had to try, at least.

“Can I ask you why you like this sweater so much?”

You didn’t know where that question came out of, maybe the thought had been bugging you for way too long and your mind pulled a trick on you. Great, now she must’ve really thought you were crazy for good.

“I’m sorry, it must sound dumb”

You tried to brush it off with a small, pathetic laugh as you lowered your head to hide from her out of embarrassment, internally facepalming at your impulsiveness, but her hand on your arm, softly rubbing her thumb over it gave you the courage to look back up at her.

“No, not at all!”

The slight worry in her eyes, at first caused by the sight of your discomfort from your own question, soon turned into the usual worry she felt at the prospect of sharing certain aspects of her life with someone else. But the more she looked at you, the more the deep, gnawing feeling slowly got replaced by the mere melancholy of what the answer to your question consisted of. She knew it would’ve been hard but for once she wanted to do it, for once she wanted to try to open herself for someone she knew would’ve been willing to accept what came with her. And so she took the leap of faith.

“I know I have a poor reputation in terms of marriages, everyone apparently knows about it. I also know it was my fault for not making it work out every time, but if I have to be honest I never felt too…bad about myself for it. I mean, I know I’m not perfect and I have too many things to think about to try to be someone I’m not for the sake of a wife. I think the only oth-…time I did was with my first wife.

I got to know Maria when I was in college and as soon as I graduated we got married, got a house and I started working a shitty office job. We struggled for a bit, I wasn’t making a lot of money and she was working as a waitress, but I did anything I could to make our lives better and finally I got a pretty good promotion. That sweater was one of the first things I bought for myself and, I know it sounds stupid, but every time I looked at it, it reminded me that I had power over my life and we could finally have a decent life, I could give her a decent life. I was so happy, not only because I knew I could’ve done more for her, but I was also proud of myself, I mean, I liked my job.

I only realized just how much time I was spending away from home, away from her, when she told me she wanted to have a baby. We had more than enough money for it but I knew that my focus wasn’t at home back then. At first I tried to make any excuses I could, but eventually I just gave in. I think she noticed that I was doing it more for her than for me, but, if she did, she didn't mention it. We tried for a bit and at first it didn't work, but eventually she got pregnant. And she was so happy after all those months, she was over the moon. Of course I was happy we were expecting, but I could still feel my focus being somewhere else…and then she lost the baby and I was so stupid I barely even said I was sorry. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to help her…

We tried to go on for a bit and I knew I couldn't help her out emotionally, so I did what I know how to do best. I worked more and I bought her more stuff and I brought her on more trips but it was all for nothing and that sweater now reminded me that I couldn't be what she needed, that I wasn't perfect.

I cared, after she left me, then I didn't and now I know I just can't be perfect.”

You could still see some small hints of fake confidence she was so used to displaying, but the insecurity and sadness still drenched her words as she avoided your gaze at all costs. You could see her trying to get some last words out and her slightly shaky breathing almost got you worried for her.

“You know, I don't give a shit about what people think of me…but…you make me wanna be perfect”

Her brows were knitted as she tentatively whispered her words, almost as if she couldn’t understand such a concept. She didn't do what she was so used to be doing, what she had done with all of her wives. She didn't do her best just as a way to avoid you getting mad, she did it because she felt you deserved to always be with her best self, nothing less.

Everything was different with you, everything felt different…

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Part 5

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[dixons-sunshine]

Mouth To Mouth | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: The moment seemed all too perfect. You and Daryl had just confessed to each other and were sharing your first kiss with each other. It was too bad that your mom had terrible timing, and walked in at the wrong moment.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sexual innuendos.

A/n: Here's the long awaited (wanted by, like, two people) fic about what happened when the mom walked in. I hope y'all enjoy! I really hoped to have my ex!celebrity fic with Daryl ready, but my draft never saved and I lost 2000 words, and that really discouraged me, so I worked on this little fic instead. Also, if anyone would want it, I have so many personal headcannons for this universe, so if anyone wants to see them, let me know.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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“Mom, please don't freak out. I can explain.”

Your mom raised her eyebrows at you, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at the position you were in and nodded sarcastically, an amused smirk creeping onto her face.

“I'm sure you can,” she mused, her eyes flickering between you and Daryl. “This totally doesn't look like the two of you were just making out. You were just giving him mouth to mouth, right? Teaching him how to do CPR? Or you just slipped and happened to slam your lips against his.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Daryl duck his head in embarrassment, his face flushed with a blush. You could feel heat creeping onto your cheeks as well, your mom's knowing stare penetrating into your soul. You knew that your mom probably didn't care that you and Daryl were kissing, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to pretend to go into "protective mom" mode. She loved doing it to embarrass you a little bit.

“Mom,” you drawled in embarrassment, sending her a pleading look. “Please don't.”

“What, I walk in to find my daughter and her friend chewing on each other's faces, which will probably scar me for life, but I can't lay down some guesses for what your explanation would've been? How's that fair?”

“Fine, yes, we were kissing, but you don't have to make such a big deal out of it. It's not like I haven't walked in on you getting busy with Mr Prescott,” you retorted defensively, sneaking glances at Daryl who remained silent, his eyes nervously flickering between you and the floor.

Your mom let out a small laugh and shook her head. “Touche, sweetheart,” she nodded, shifting her attention to Daryl. “Daryl, I'm not gonna bite your head off if you look at me.”

Daryl reluctantly rose his head, a nervous glint in his eyes. He was fidgeting with his hands, picking at the loose skin on his thumb and you had to resist the urge to take his hand in yours to stop the nervous gesture. You didn't want to give your mom more ammo to tease you with.

“There, that's better,” your mom mused, taking a step closer. “Now I can see those blue eyes of yours that my daughter wouldn't stop raving about. I'm honestly surprised that it took her this long to make a move. She's liked you for quite a while now. She would never shut up about you when you left.”

“Mom!” you complained, sending her an exasperated look. “Can we not?!”

Your mom simply let out another laugh. “What? It's adorable!”

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, sneaking another look at Daryl. His gaze had returned to the floor, but you didn't miss the small smirk that was on his face.

“Alright, alright. I'll lighten up,” she reluctantly agreed, turning around to grab something from the table. “Sorry to have interrupted your "totally not making out" session. I need to get back to work anyway. I forgot a folder my boss needed. But after today, I'm suspecting that this will become a regular thing, so I won't ever be forgetting folders or anything ever again. My eyes won't ever recover.”

“Goodbye, Mom!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands.

“Remember to use protection, kids! I'm not ready to be a grandma just yet,” your mom chuckled and left, leaving you and Daryl alone.

The air was charged with an awkward silence. You dared a look at him and saw him nervously fiddling with his hands, but the small smile from earlier still remained. He turned his head and locked eyes with you, his gaze holding a certain amount of mischief to it.

“So, ya have been ravin' 'bout me to yer mom?” he said with a hint of playfulness, finally breaking the silence between you. “Wha' have ya been sayin'? Ya been talkin' 'bout my rugged good looks? Dun' worry, by the way. I won't tell nobody tha' ya have a secret crush on me.”

You took one of the pillows from the couch and threw it at him. Daryl effortlessly caught it and laughed—not chuckled, but actually laughed—and dropped it down next to him. Before you could retort with a sarcastic remark, Daryl leaned forward and captured your lips with his, silencing any and all thoughts you had.

You returned the kiss easily. However, you pulled away after a few moments, lightly shoving him back with a playful smile on your face. You stood up and extended a hand to him, which he took without any hesitation. You pulled him up and lead him to your room, closing the door behind you. You gently urged him backwards and pushed him onto your bed, watching him comply easily.

A nervous look flitted across Daryl's eyes. You instantly caught it and gave him a reassuring smile, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.

“Relax, pretty boy. We're not doing anything like that tonight,” you reassured him, stepping closer in between his legs. “My mom just caught us kissing. Do you really think I want to risk her walking in on something like that in the same night?”

Daryl exhaled a sigh of relief, looking up at you. “Then wha' are ya doin'?”

You smiled at him and gently urged him down, letting his body fully lay down and his head rest on the pillow. You got in on the other side and rested your head on his chest, getting comfortable against him. You felt him stiffen slightly, feeling his hand hover over your waist uncertainly.

“Relax, Daryl. We've cuddled before.”

“Yeah, but s'different now,” he whispered, his hand still hovering over your waist. “This ain't friend cuddlin' no more. S'couple cuddlin' now. I dun' wanna do anythin' to make ya uncomfortable.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, nuzzling your face deeper into it. “I'll tell you if you do, but you can touch me. I won't bite,” you assured him, feeling his hand finally rest on your waist before adding in a teasing manner. “Not unless you want me to.”

Daryl inhaled sharply, his grip on your waist momentarily tightening before relaxing again. “This gon' be a regular thing now? Ya teasin' the shit outta me?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Yer gon' be the death of me, girl,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But I guess I'll allow it.”

“Good, because I'm not stopping. I love seeing you blush like that, handsome.”

“Stop,” he groaned, burying his face into your hair.

“Stop making you get all flustered like this?” you asked, shaking your head. “Not when it's this adorable.”

Before Daryl could say anything else, you rolled away from him, flicking off the lamp before settling into your side of the bed. You got comfortable, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, handsome.”

A few moments of silence passed, before you felt him shuffle behind you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, spooning you from the back. He pulled you closer to him, breathing in your clean scent before finally whispering something back.

“Night, beautiful.”

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[b1rds3ye]

a farah or valeria × reader perhaps? love ur writing btw ^_^

THANK YOU ANON!! Ngl I would've preferred more detail but I needed to write something for the gals ✌️

Taking What’s Mine

With the 141 being done with Valeria, she’s handed off to you and the Vaqueros to be sent to custody. You should have known better than thinking she would forget you.

Pairing: Valeria Garza x GN!Reader

Genre: Drama, Canon-Compliant, Enemies to more

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warning: Canon typical violence, yandere-ish Valeria? (Valeria's just generally a menace but better safe than sorry)

A/N: Italic sentences are meant to be characters talking in Spanish

You hop out of the driver’s seat of the black transport van to open the back door. Pulling back the door, you offer a mock bow, knowing whoever is entering is the infamous cartel leader, a rabid animal now restrained.

You barely have time to look as Alejandro all but shoves the package into the back seats. Only when you’re behind the package do you peer into the van at the poison of Las Almas. Turning around, she locks eyes with you. Your hesitation is quickly masked as you put your hands on your hips.

So this was the famed El Sin Nombre, who you now knew to have the name Valeria. She was formidable. Even sitting down, arms pulled behind her back, her attention on you had your hand instinctively covering your holster. Everywhere her eyes went was a purposeful action, picking apart every piece of the environment, every person. It settles on the space between you, Rudy and Alejandro - or the lack thereof - and you can see the gears turning in her mind. This was undoubtedly a seasoned fighter, finding potential weaknesses within a moment’s silence. Finding bonds, calculating potential damages. With no other form of retaliation, you slam the door shut, unable to see her reaction from the tinted glass.

Offering goodbyes and good luck to the rest of the 141, Alejandro and Rudolfo brief you for your next mission outside the van when your new allies leave. You’ll be personally keeping guard of Valeria for the foreseeable future until better arrangements can be made to detain someone in such high demand.

Alejandro drives, Rudolfo takes shotgun, and you’re given the unpleasant seat in the back beside the druglord. You figured the ride would be tense simply because the others had served together. Betrayal made the air heavy, it had Rudolfo dipping his head and exhaling heavily. Alejandro, ever the passionate one, was a lit fuse, jaw constantly clenched and screwing tighter with every second.

You were sure they had plenty to discuss, but what you didn’t expect - and prayed to not happen - was Valeria’s interest in you. You kept your head to the side, the back of the head is far less identifiable than the front. But you could feel it, the Nameless inspecting every aspect of you down to the pores of your skin, probably taking note of how you had forgotten to secure one of the velcro straps on your uniform. Amongst the silence of the van your swallow was audible in your ears and you swear she could hear it.

“I remember you,” Valeria states and you flinch. You can hear the smile in her voice. “I don’t remember faces often, they’re disposed of before they do anything memorable.”

You dare turn your head to look straight forward, only greeted with the back of Rudolfo's seat.

“Two months ago, southeast port, you sabotaged my shipment. You were pretending to be an independent vigilante taking matters into your own hands.”

You’re hyper aware of every process in your body. Every inhale takes a little more effort and your back is now straighter with every bump on the road unpleasantly smacking your spine. And you’re also aware that Valeria is tracking every single response, even the ones you're not conscious of, down to the hairs on your arm that now stand up straight.

“You don’t have the patch but I know a vaquero when I see one.”

Valeria turns back to the front, Rudolfo is eyeing her as Alejandro keeps driving.

“Alejandro. Dios mío, making your own a mercenary and having them do your dirty work. I thought you were better than that. I thought the Vaqueros prided themselves on cleanliness.”

“You can’t offer better,” you retort on behalf of Alejandro, to defend his honour. It came out before you could stop it but Valeria raises her eyebrows at you in amusement and you’re cursing yourself.

“I never said I could, but I don’t corrupt. Las Almas does that for me.”

Valeria shakes her head dismissively and she rests back in the seat. There’s a small smile on her face and it’s as dangerous as it is pretty. If you didn’t know any better you would think it was a smile of fondness.

“You even held me at gunpoint. Do you remember, vaquero? But then I begged and begged to return to my family and you took pity.”

There is only the sound of the van engine exerting itself through the crumbling terrain of Las Almas. You’ll no doubt end up discussing your mission once again with your colonel. Through the rear view mirror Alejandro spares a glance at you but there’s no disappointment, only understanding.

You grimace at the memory, that night at the port. It was early into your mission, the cartel weren’t even aware you were there hidden behind freight containers, save for (who you thought) was a single sicario stumbling into your little hiding spot. Even though you lost the element of surprise, you managed to bring her to her knees, gun pointed to her temple. But you did not operate like a cartel, you could not kill indiscriminately. You succumbed to those wide eyes that gazed up at you, frightfully admitting they were prey, and so upon taking all her weapons and military gear, you sent her off.

You realise now that you only shed off the sheep’s clothing and were now staring straight at the wolf. You can no longer call yourself a hero who delivered forgiveness. You mistook the shine in her eyes for tears when really it was the gleam of malice like a blade under the moonlight.

“How do you feel now, knowing that you were so close to ending El Sin Nombre but only lost from your own cowardice?”

“They have nothing to do with you.”

Alejandro’s grip on the wheel tightens until his knuckles are white. You want to speak up, to tell him it’s okay and that you can defend yourself, but you knew what Valeria wanted and you refused to give anymore.

“Oh but they do,” Valeria snaps and she regards you once again, you can see it in your peripheral vision. “You take away my profits and I will get them back."

Your square your shoulders, shifting in your seat. Your next swallow is so dry it hurts.

"See, I don’t forget fighters like you. People like you are risky for business. Like a cockroach you corrupt my supplies and never die.”

Her tone is teetering on a dangerous balance between spite and admiration. You suppose it’s not everyday someone screws up her orders and lives this long to tell the tale. Such skill and luck would be ideal to work in a cartel, you muse and just maybe you’re starting to piece her together as her unwavering gaze freezes the side of your skull. She’s already poking and prodding with her words, seeing if you can break, no, bend around this lawless nation. Las Almas can corrupt anyone, after all.

“I could make use of someone like you,” Valeria pursed her lips in contemplation. “I suppose you could say there are a few slots left open.”

Alejandro and Rudolfo had warned you of Valeria. In particular they warned you of her fire. She burned hotter than the buildings that baked under the Mexican sun. Her tongue held a venom that she inflicted liberally to anyone who dare cross her. And yet there was no aggression in her words. Her tone was deceptive all the same, but the sickly sweetness had you wondering what the hell you ever did to deserve such different treatment.

“I lost some of my best that day,” Valeria huffs like a child that lost their toy.

“My condolences,” you grumble half-heartedly as you focus on the individual fabrics of the back of the car seat. One piece of fluff is sticking out and you’re itching to pull it off, fingers twitching over your holstered pistol. “But you have the wrong person.”

But Valeria does not relent. Instead, she leans towards you, across the small middle seat that divides you and as far as her restraints will let her. Her breaths are heavy, strong enough that the tail-end of it warms your skin. Your cold sweat feels ever colder.

“Let me remind you, that I do not lose. I trade, cariño.”

“Leave them alone!” Alejandro bellows as he dares peel his eyes off the road and back at Valeria. His reaction is enough for her to pull away from you, bound wrists up in mock surrender with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“You’ll learn to accept losses,” you state, easing back into your seat in a pathetic attempt of confidence. “Solitary confinement teaches you a lot.”

“If anyone is learning anything, it will be you,” she argues. Shooting you one final look, she then switches her attention to the window, idly watching as the rugged yet beautiful terrain of Las Almas pass her by. “I’ll be out within twenty-four hours, and your precious vaqueros will be gone in half of that.”

So perhaps Valeria lied that time. She can only sigh upon running into her own men, almost mistaking them for other prison guards amongst the flashing red lights of a prison break. Months of suffering in a tiny cell that was as empty as your threats of solitary confinement, but even then the bite in your words provided her plenty of entertainment until the next time you’d pay a visit to her cell to make sure she was indeed still there.

“What the fuck took you so long?” She snarls at her own, already walking past them as they try to blurt out excuses for their tardiness. She only switches the safety of her rifle off in response and the rest of the cartel hurriedly follow her towards the exit of the prison. Stepping past fallen bodies and only narrowly avoiding the pools of blood that could dirty her boots, Las Almas cartel always knew how to make a statement. A sadistic smile settled on her face at what the Vaqueros would think of their parting gift.

Her reverie is broken by the distant call of her title and Valeria stifles a groan, stopping in her tracks.

“Is this the one?”

Valeria rolls her eyes before looking back at one of her lackeys, curses already on the tip of her tongue until she sees the little gift her subordinates prepared for her - upon her orders of course.

A man walks up to Valeria, hauling you in tow. He kicks the back of your knees, shins cracking against the cement floor. Your whole body joints at the pain, and you further jerk your bound wrists in a vain attempt to get free, but he only tugs back to contort your arms into an impossible angle.

“Fucker took out seven of us,” he spat at you, and even through the fear of being held captive you feel proud of the disdain in his voice, even as you feel the back of your head catch the offset of his saliva.

Valeria tuts as she walks up, spending a good moment with you having no choice but to look at her boots. Until her hand grips at the back of your collar like a baby animal, she yanks your uniform back to look at her as she squats down to your level.

“You are taking more of my assets,” she mutters and despite the chastising tone that coats her voice she doesn’t sound entirely disappointed. Her face is now closer to you as she inspects the blood that is dribbling down your temple.

With her other hand she wipes it away with uncharacteristic sweetness. She takes her time, as though there wasn’t a prison break and you weren’t her prison guard for the last half year. Even the dribble of her own subordinate is wiped off by her as she reaches over to the back of your head. The red lights cast shadows over her face as she looks down at you, but even through the darkness you can tell her features hold a smile only for you as her unkempt fringe falls across her face.

“Fortunately for you, that only increases your worth in my eyes, cariño.”

With no time to even question her, Valeria jerks her head as a sign for your handler to haul you back up to your feet.

“Damage the package and you will only be another ghost to The Nameless.”

You warily check the other cartel members but none of them look confused in the slightest, only nodding at the new orders. A bag over your head obscures your vision entirely and you’re shoved forward, being led to what you can only assume to be the depths of hell.

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Duh, girl.... I just thought of a story that's really sad, if one of the straykids members whose relationship with his girlfriend feels distant. Because of what? Because he's lost interest and they rarely communicate because they're really busy, but... He doesn't want to let you go, with the words "I still love you". But you're really tired of this kind of relationship, and you're also stressed because you have a lot of work, same as him.

Do you think they'll continue with the vague relationship or finally break up even though there must be a little regret and sadness for sure?

💭tell me you love me

pairing: skz member x fem!reader

warning: swearing

an: anonnie why are you doing this to me💔 no but i actually love this idea so much and i may have made this drabble a bit too angsty, choosing an abrupt ending, but i hope you'll like it nonetheless<33 i also didn't mention any names so you can imagine any of the members :]

“i’m tired of this,” you whispered, tears making their way down your face. he only sighed in response, plopping heavily on the couch. you felt defeated, stressed and so extremely tired. you were standing in the very middle of your living room, staring at your so-called boyfriend. “i told you so many times i’m a busy man. i can’t help it. and you were aware of all of this when you decided to be my girlfriend!” he shouted, but you didn’t even flinch. you didn’t care anymore. “well, i thought that maybe you would try a little bit more to make things work. but here we are instead,” you spat, your voice trembling. “i’m trying! stop with this whole narrative, you know i still love you.”

you always thought your relationship was stable, that your fights were just meant to make it stronger. you wanted to believe in forever with him - since day one you promised to make effort and find time for one another. but it seemed as if he broke the promise at the first opportunity. and when you confronted him about it he always had the same response - “you know i still love you.”

“have you ever thought about how i feel? how i feel when you ignore me for your friends, how you literally avoid me when we’re both home and how you don’t even speak to me anymore? do you ever think about anything else but yourself?!” “shut up! it’s not my fault you are insecure about everything. i’m tired and when i get home from work all i think about is getting some sleep, not making sure you are taken care of. you’re a grown-up, you don’t need me around all the time.” he got up abruptly, screaming at you. you scoffed at his words. you couldn’t believe your ears - it had to be a nightmare, right? you took a step in his direction, then another one until you were standing right in front of him, looking him straight in the eyes. your vision was blurry but it didn’t stop you from trying to burn holes in his face. “do you even love me anymore?” you asked, your voice barely above the whisper. he kept eye contact with you for a while before speaking again through gritted teeth. “you know i do.” “then say it properly. tell me you love me and say you’re sorry.” he hesitated. he fucking hesitated and that was your last straw. you left him in the living room and went to your bedroom to pack essential things. “oh my god, of course i still love you. stop acting like a fucking child!” he went after you, screaming something after these words, but your mind couldn't comprehend his lies anymore. your face was covered in tears, eyes stung and it felt harder to breathe with every passing second. when you had all your stuff packed you faced him for the final time. “if you at least apologised, i would've stayed. i would stay here with you and try to work this out, because i do love you, truly. but you’re a fucking liar playing on my emotions and i’m not going to waste even a minute more on you,” you shouted into his face, almost choking on your tears, and simply left the apartment. and the worst part is that he didn’t even try to stop you, letting you go.

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[icosaur]

Tiger Trap pt.2

König x Horangi one-shot

Smut! Mentioning of tentacles, anal, breeding kink, rut and all that stuff

4,3k+ words

Tiger Trap pt.1

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Once you know a person long enough, you begin to notice all the quirks pertaining to them.

The mimicking during a heartfelt conversation, how they pick on their nails as a coping mechanism, even the way they walk beside you with a little bounce to it, or simply the attentive glances you catch unintentionally throughout the day.

Hence, you also pay attention to the minor demeanor changes. The behavior, that is foreign to the person in question, leaves you thinking whether you did something wrong or it's just a bad day.

Horangi couldn't help but remark that König has grown colder and appeared peeved for an unknown reason.

König became distant, excluding any closeness without any explanation. Not even a card game could break the wall of ice that molded itself between the two souls.

Why?

That was the question eating Horangi out from the inside. Not to put the cart before the horse, Horangi stayed quiet, afraid of being pushed away even more if he questioned it. Even on the battlefield, it was a totally different beast. Merciless, it seemed as if the ferocity overfilled his consciousness. More than once Horangi had to observe how usually peaceful König was torturing hostile hostages, even if it wasn't needed.

"Hey, that's enough," a slightly vexed sigh, followed by rhythmic, echoing steps Horangi's feet produced as he walked up to König from behind. Mid-carving chaotically placed scars on a tortured man's face, König roughly spurned Horangi's hand, what felt like it was something else controlling him.

"No, he knows where the missiles are," the rigid grasp on the man's jaw kept squeezing it painfully. Even the voice that König spoke with - sounded more profound, more hoarse.

"Please! I don't know! I swear!" the begging bounced off the walls of the basement area, where the hostage was kept for further interrogation, that König and Horangi were the head of. Forcing tears out of the pleading eyes, König applied more pressure to the knife, painfully scraping it down the man's neck. In agony, the hostage jolted in place, but all the efforts to squirm out of the forceful grasp were useless.

"König!" Horangi, not putting up with the show before his eyes, rammed his whole body weight to budge the heap of malice. By pushing König away, Horangi noticed the unusual evaporating temperature of König's body. Hot, almost scorching. Was it a fever?

König, displeased with the treatment, thundered out the room leaving a trail of German curses mixed with English babbling, coated with a thick accent. Horangi, following the figure rushing out with his eyes, shifted to look at the hostage, barely alive. They needed him alive, and if Horangi didn't stop König - the only source of information would've been deceased already.

"Thank you," the hostage, breathing heavily, whispered in a broken voice as his head hung low, "I swear, I don't know where they are."

"Tsk, shut up," was the only response before the man stormed out of the basement, following the trail of wrath you could smell in the air.

"What is wrong?" Horangi finally found the reason for his worry in an abandoned house, expectedly empty. The neglected one-story building in a lifeless vicinity away from the town - was of use to lay low for a while, an impromptu safe house.

By losing track of the team ahead of them because of the whole hostage situation, they had to stay behind and obtain any possible information regarding the illegally withdrawn missiles. The interrogation has been unsuccessful so far.

"What is wrong?" König turned to face the man after him, "you aren't letting me do my job!" the growl penetrated Horangi's ears, but he arrived at a decision not to back down. Not until König confessed the reason for his attitude.

"The job?! You almost killed him, and we need him alive. What the fuck is going on?!" Horangi's patience split in half as it was impossible to bear the derision at this point. Growling back, he continued, "torturing for fun isn't in the field manual, for your information!"

"Don't dictate me the rules now," König struck a finger at Horangi's irked face expression, "why is it so fucking hot in here?!" König blurted out, totally blowing away any thoughts Horangi had at the moment, leaving him dumbfounded. The helmet, previously covering König's head dropped on the floor with a rattling sound before he could release the tentacles in the freedom to cool down. Horangi, still bamboozled with an out-of-blue complaint inspected the ceiling, pondering, before his eyes fell to where the irritated man was—confused because it was nowhere near hot, chilly even, due to the slowly emerging night-time coating the environment. The tentacles, more petulant than usual, had that obscure tint, painting them all equally. However, also the lustrous coat was enveloping the coiling tendrils.

"Are you.. in heat?" carefully, Horangi added a question to the argument once it clicked, "or what is it called? Rutting?"

Despite how ridiculous it might have sounded - the question had to be asked, in a hushed whispering tone, for only König to hear though. The broad, muscled back facing Horangi stopped expanding, meaning his hectic breaths were held back.

"What? Nonsense," König's figure did not stir, most likely to conceal the eyes full of embarrassment.

"Oh yeah?" Horangi's arms folded on his chest in the process of coming closer, "that is why you're so tensed up?" the sudden touch of a palm caressing König's shoulder made him jerk and turn to see the hand that slipped down his back afterward. Submitting to the touch, König turned around fully, looking into Horangi's eyes carefully.

"Is it that noticeable?" suddenly, soft-spoken persona muttered, entirely wiping out the ruthless demeanor.

"Huh," a scoff illuminated a bemused smile upon Horangi's face, "I thought you had a personality disorder," both hands appeared, squeezing Horangi's hips as he continued to scoff the words out and chuckle, bending forward slightly.

"Don't laugh!" König's hands slapped the sides of his thighs in disbelief, "I can't control it."

"Sorry, I didn't think this was possible," Horangi slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent more giggling from escaping.

Noticing how flustered König became, by simultaneously hiding his tentacles, Horangi came up with an idea on the spot, an idea of how to ease the pain. His hand snaked under the mask, feeling the moistened tentacles wrap around his palm and immediately travel down to wreathe around the forearm. Recollecting what happens once König's face is touched, Horangi decided to leave it for another time. A heavy, throaty exhale escaped in response right after Horangi's fingers located the swollen nubs planted along the bottom part of the tentacles.

"Fuck, you smell so good," König grabbed Horangi's wrist gently to pull it closer to his nose and loudly inhale the intoxicating smell through the flared nostrils. Everything was covered by the hood, leaving Horangi guessing what shape König's nose is.

"What are you saying? I've been sweating the whole day," Horangi chuckled, feeling the tip of König's nose tickle his wrist. The grasp became more assertive as König's eyes almost wailed due to the aroma of Horangi's body scent only König could smell, blurring the already turbid mind.

"No, it's.. mhm" unable to form decent words, König muffled the words against the forearm he kept smelling while Horangi toyed with the squirmy tentacles rubbing their nubs on the tips of his fingers. A groan scraped König's throat once he pulled Horangi closer by the nape of his neck and, tugging on the mask covering Horangi's appearance, forced him to tip his head back so that he could bury his nose in the crook of the exposed neck.

"So so good," the nose rubbed on the surface behind Horangi's ear, where supposedly the scent was the most prominent, "it's driving me fucking crazy." The damn hood was in the way of reaching that desired closeness, drawing extended grunts out of the deepest part of König's soul.

At the same time, the tentacles slithered from the hand to wrap around the neck and apply some pressure to the adam's apple. Therefore, the vibrating feeling of Horangi's hitched breathing caught in his throat stimulated König even more. All worked up, König's hands captured Horangi's butt cheeks pinning his whole body as close as possible. Slyly, a tendril shifted the hood to allow König to press his wet and fervent tongue, traveling it up the neck and behind the ear, forcing a grunt of satisfaction out of an avid man. The vein, lurking underneath the marked skin, was pulsating against the tongue. König, fighting back the urge to simply rupture the soft flesh with his sharp-as-knives canines, puffed out hot exhales on it instead.

Understanding that König probably cannot control some of his actions right now due to the lust operating on him, Horangi shut his eyes not to see the exposed part of the muzzle, as König most likely wouldn't be very happy about it later. Enough boundaries were crossed already.

König's hand grabbed Horangi's jaw to turn his head aside and allow himself to explore the alluring smell better. Meanwhile, the tentacles entwined Horangi's body, removing his jacket unhurriedly to glide under the shirt. One of the tendrils snaked under the mask to pull it off Horangi's face and expose even more skin. Provocatively, Horangi whimpered at the familiar sensations of the nubs sucking on his sensitive flesh. König's hips advanced further, feeling the anticipation build up by rubbing his aching crotch against Horangi's thigh. Basically humping his friend's leg likewise a feral animal, König loaded up with the body fragrance and the sinful noises barely squeezing through the tightly jammed lips of an impassioned man in his embrace.

"Ahh, it was so hard to stay away from you the whole time," König finally confessed, explaining his recent distancing.

Horangi's hand slipped under the hood, not removing it, to place itself on the back of König's neck for support as König drew him closer, almost knocking Horangi down unknowingly.

"Otherwise, I would take you in front of everyone."

Confessions spilled from König's mouth, leaking down Horangi's neck, rushing the feverish tint to his face at the thought of König just going savage and bending Horangi over the table during a briefing.

This has never happened to König with other people on the base, so he was equally as confused as to why all the senses of his were teased so much, more than usual, not realizing that the reason for the attraction specifically to Horangi - was the bonding intercourse. The scent, which he had never felt coming off Horangi before, doubled, no, even tripled the thirst of a creature in a rut. It had become more seductive during the particular season, therefore torturing hectic König with the excessive ardor twirling inside. Hence the aggression rooted in his behavior around other men and distancing due to how challenging it turned out to suppress the longing calling. Being on a mission and always in sight of other people in the course of an annual period of enhanced sexual activity aggravated the already stirred-up beast.

"And believe me, I wouldn't give a single fuck about others seeing you take all of me," words slowly turned to quiet growls as König was peppering Horangi's neck with careful bites, just to lick them afterward, "all of me."

The crotch rubbing got more potent as König hauled Horangi closer and closer. That's when he felt Horangi's rock-hard erection rubbing against his in return. Stimulated as well, Horangi's chest heaved with the irregular breaths that left his mouth hanging. Perfectly for König to slip his tongue inside, devouring the taste of the mixed saliva coating both tongues. The noses rubbed against each other mid-kissing, and Horangi felt the tentacles touch all the known to them delicate spots belonging to him. The cups nursed onto his body more eagerly with each second, garnishing Horangi's chest with bruises where the cups previously were. The sloppy, leaking makeout session continued until König couldn't endure the moans being squashed inbetween tongues and clothed crotch rubbing anymore, and longed for the intimacy he was so afraid of. Horangi obediently waited for König to proceed with whatever, which König worshipped.

"Please, use me," Horangi tore himself away, unable to bear the sexual tension as well, "I want you to feel better." Having an idea in mind, Horangi lowered his body until he appeared on his knees in front of the tentacle monster. However, Horangi didn't think of him as a monster; not one thing would make the man see his beloved as something so eerie. Before they could proceed, the quickly located table in what happened to be a living room in the past assisted as a resting place for König to lean on.

The sly fingers shakily rushed to undo the belt and free the squeezed cock into freedom, never breaking eye contact. The fingers brushed along the whole length presented before Horangi's eyes once he disentangled the begging-for-touch cock, already leaking. The sight was mouth-watering. With a speeding heart, he watched the already swollen dick twitch, swaying above his eyesight. His hand wrapped around the top half unsurely, pressing the thumb to the puffy tip to gather some precum for smoother stroking. The noise that left König's throat was inhumane as his hand flew to muffle the upcoming sounds while he watched Horangi nurture a smile upon his face. Satisfied with the fact that the rhythmic stroking somewhat eased the painful desire, Horangi clenched his fist from time to time to squeeze out yet another dreamy whimper.

At some point, the repeated stroking wasn't enough what it seemed like, therefore, Horangi wrapped his rosy lips around the tip squirting the initial juices out. Horangi's quivering hand caressed König's thigh in uneven circular motions. Trying to unite the actions in unison, he failed miserably, as König's size barely fit in the moist mouth, making it hard to focus on both things at once. Despite the struggling, König enjoyed every second of slightly gagging Horangi bobbing his head up and down as best as possible, jerking off the rest of the length he couldn't fit, unfortunately. In an attempt to bring the most pleasure, Horangi's tongue swirled around the cock filling his mouth as he sucked his cheeks in occasionally. The previously located table shifted with a creaking noise due to the old age of it and König's thrusting forward hips on top of that. With the arousal floating around König, his mind went blank once he fully relaxed and gave himself away for the sake of pleasure. Horangi lost all control of the situation very, very soon. The coiling with lust tentacles took over König's consciousness once again as they swirled to the kneeled man. Two of them wrapped around Horangi's head to force him down, lower, to fit all of the length, not giving a single fuck if he could even breathe at the moment. The other two, out of four available, tightened a grasp around Horangi's wrist to lock them behind his back, restricting himself from moving or fighting back. Barely standing on his knees, Horangi kept sucking his cheeks in submissively, glancing at the man above him.

"You're so good"

"So hot on your knees for me"

"Please, please"

A moan after moan as König, watching Horangi's eyes full of tears squeeze shut, forced to deep throat his eager cock, hungry for lust and filth. The tentacle, controlled by König, would so kindly wipe the tear away that managed to escape and dared to wet the sweet cheek of a wailing man. At some point König forced his trembling from pleasure hand to caress the same cheek lovingly, soaking up yet another tear with his thumb.

Despite feeling sorry for the gagging man basically being used for his own good, König couldn't hold back the trembling hips once he felt the stream of release rush through his core, charging up his dick. Upping the speed, he felt his tip hit against the sore wall repeatedly. Abused by the same tip, forcing itself deeper, Horangi's mouth spasmed around the cock sliding in and out sloppily, forcing a raspy grunt in reply. With a final push, König buried this cock deep inside the overused mouth and shot his cum out to be embraced by the throat it welcomed fully, heavily exhaling at the sensation. Horangi's eyes flew wide open as he tried to regulate his breathing through his nose, trying not to choke on the fluids lubricating his throat richly.

To Horangi's surprise, the cock, that slowly slid out of his mouth stretching out a string of saliva mixed with cum in the process - was hard as if König didn't just load him up with a monthly supply of semen. Horangi's gaze tiredly inspected the floating in front of him dick, equally as stimulated as it just was, before he could take a look at the man it belonged to. Horangi's charcoal-colored eyes glistened with little sparkles from the tears pooling in them. Panting heavily with the liquids dripping down his chin, Horangi stood up with the help of the tentacles so he could meet the eyes of the person he had just deep-throated. König's glossy, wide eyes were projecting a more prominent emotion. The same sentiment - lust, but more potent now. The pupils were unusually tiny, gifting König that uncanny look. The soft tentacles became more resilient, charged with the same excitement König felt. The rubbered appendages took control over his mind once again as they forced both bodies to switch places. Bent over the table, stunned Horangi struggled for breath from the previous activity and manhandling. His arms appeared locked behind his back forcefully, with sopping tendrils around his wrists. The wetness, consisting of bubbles and foam guttering down the tendrils, left wet marks all over the clothes and table.

Another shirt ripped to pieces due to the fervor spilling out of the whimpering beast. Thank God the jacket was removed carefully to be reused because explaining where his clothes disappeared later to the team - would be a hell of a challenge. The visible markings in a parallel rails pattern adorning his whole figure on top of that would be impossible to hush up.

"Mine, all mine," König panted, lowering himself down to leave the light nips on Horangi's shoulder, quickly becoming full-on bites, to muffle his own cries. The tentacle of a blood-red color peppered with purple dots all over them rolled up around Horangi's neck for steadiness as König prepared to destroy the body presented for his lewd demands. The last bits of sanity floating around König's head made him think of the necessity of clothes later as well. Therefore, the pants, along with the underwear, were removed with care but still thrown away messily. König's chest surged with every moany breath he took, watching Horangi submit to his will. Still bent over the table, his legs were separated by the tentacles that were as equally excited as König was. The tentacles, instantly sucking on the skin of Horangi's thighs, powdering them with hickeys from every suction cup, wriggled from anticipation. As the satisfaction König's experiences transfers to the same appendages, so the sensations travel back and forth, creating a tornado of emotions that König has to put up with.

König's hands grabbed a handful of butt cheeks spread just for him as he watched Horangi's, dangling off the edge of the table dick, oozing with his own cum. When did he cum will remain a secret; very likely, neither Horangi noticed from the overstimulation.

"Tell me you're mine," König's teeth nibbled on the loose flesh of Horangi's neck as he pressed his head on the table with his palm while smothering his leaking tip against the tight hole. Before he could destroy it, König was very kind to stretch him out this time, just a bit.

"I'm yours, only yours," an avid pledge.

A thick, transparent drop of spit flit past König's puckered lips and landed right where he intended for it to. Two of König's fingers massaged the delicate hole before slipping inside to prevent his walls from damaging.

"Can you relax for me, please?" König felt Horangi being contracted too tightly from nerve-wracking experiences. However, after a while, the amatory whispers grazing against Horangi's ear and soothing touches all over his body helped him achieve the feeling of decompression as König's fingers worked in him at a steady pace.

A sleek, lubed with its own oils tendril very soon substituted the fingers, teasing Horangi's opening before slowly clambering inside, stretching him out for the forthcoming penetration. Feeling full with a squishy palp, working its way deeper, Horangi cried out, both from pleasure and tingling pain once the tip of the tendril reached the sweet spot.

"Ahh, please.." was all Horangi could squeeze out of him under his breath. This was enough pleading for König to remove the tentacle harshly by pulling it out manually due to impatience and by quickly positioning himself at the entrance - he plunged in. Simultaneously pushing a moan through Horangi's throat as his eyes rolled back, König upped the pace he was going in with. The table shifted with every powerful thrust, so the other duty of two left-over tentacles - was to wrap around the table legs and hold it in place. Chanting something in raffish whispers, König held onto Horangi's waist while the tentacles were still spreading his weary legs. The fifth tentacle was wrapped around Horangi's throat to prevent him from shifting, and with a tugging motion, it forced Horangi up on his hands for the perfect back arch. By shoving himself as deep as he could, the sound of skin slapping filled the room, along with the sinful noises of both men producing them at the same time.

"The hostage," Horangi barely put two words together, remembering that they weren't alone, "what if he hears?"

"Mention him again, and I'll rip his head off," König growled, sharply sinking his teeth into Horangi's shoulder, receiving a drown-out wince in reply. Clearly unsatisfied that Horangi alluded someone unworthy of mentioning during a special time like this.

Commanding the tentacles to flip Horangi's body around, König slipped out of him before he could reposition and penetrate Horangi's hole again. A different view of Horangi spread on the table with the help of tentacles, holding Horangi's wrists down and legs spread, letting his dick just swing - clouded König's mind successfully. The plead grew on Horangi's face, unable to handle the force König was dipping himself in. The full immersion and the balls slapping sounds contributed to Horangi's arousal even more. He started leaking on his own abdomen as the painful longing bloomed in his stomach once one of the tentacles gifted some attention to his swollen balls. To speed up Horangi's release, König enveloped his dick in a tight embrace of his other bloated tentacle, immediately wreathing and stroking it quickly so they could achieve the peak together. Horangi, shooting his own cum out uncontrollably, coating the tentacle with his fluids, wept at the orgasmic chafing along his walls. The erotic bond grew stronger, meaning König was now contingent on Horangi for a long time in advance.

The familiar feeling of ultimate release was so close, so close König could feel it rush to the tip of his with the speed of light. By grabbing Horangi's legs underneath his knees, he pushed them to Horangi's chest, leaving his feet dangling in the air. And there it was, with one last plunge in, König loaded all of the pent-up during the last couple of days semen. His pupils dilated at the sensation of seeding his cum so inly and in someone so lovely, not ashamed of vowing the most delicious pleas. Loading again and again until nothing could be exempted furthermore. Just a couple more strokes to stuff the sperm deeply, imitating the mating process, and once he felt the electrified relaxation rush through his whole body, he finally exhaled erratically, letting out the hitched breath that he held back unintentionally.

König, fluttering his eyes open, was greeted with an image of almost unconscious Horangi, whose head fell to the side as some drool escaped his mouth, along with the surging chest calming down. The tentacles fell again, very dramatically losing their hues as they cried the fluids out. At last, König pulled out, letting the cum escape the imprisoning chamber. König gulped at the sight of Horangi being full of his load with his sore legs still up to his chest.

Right now, it felt like König just woke up from a deep slumber he was forced into. It seemed as if he blacked out during the intercourse, as some markings left on Horangi's body - were a part of great memory loss. Teeth marks were slowly emerging, caused by an impact rupturing underlying blood vessels from how keenly König was either sucking or biting. A vast, reddened bite mark, proudly irradiating Horangi's chest, was nowhere near in König's recall. Feeling sorry for his wild deeds, König lowered his head and kissed the same injured spots, through the hood. The hood that now had holes where König's teeth broke through the fabric in an impatient impulse.

Nevertheless, Horangi was sure he'd never forget the sharp canines digging into his flesh, as if König was scared Horangi would scurry away mid-course, so holding him in a death teeth grip seemed like the only way of being in control of the situation. Totally forgetting that six long tentacles would never let poor Horangi out of their slippery yet firm embrace.

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[thornsnvultures]

natasha romanoff x f!reader 18+

1.8k words, domestic fluff, smut, oral, top!reader, breast worship, pussy slapping, tw food mention, tw scars

You're vegged out on the couch in the living room when Natasha comes home. She's not surprised to see you there, work's been kicking your ass lately and you've taken to disassociating to the sounds of Great British Bake Off as stress relief.

"I'm home!"

"Howdy."

She chuckles and shakes her head at your lackluster greeting. "I picked up garlic bread from the store, thought we could do pasta tonight."

"Sounds good."

Nat preheats the oven and walks over to where you're sprawled out, garlic bread still in hand. You're in just an over-sized tshirt and sleep shorts, long legs exposed and begging to be touched.

She pokes your leg with the bagged bread instead. "You alright, sunshine?"

"Hmm?" It takes a second for you to register what she's asking and you have the decency to look sheepish when it does. "Sorry, Nat, it was a rough one today." You sit up and crawl up the couch until you're face to face with her. She cups your cheek, her worried eyes take in the bags under yours. Your stupid boss has been working you too hard, pushing you to exhaustion and Natasha doesn't like it one bit. If she had it her way she would've had a less than cordial meeting with the old creep by now, made it known you were dating a deadly assassin and weren't to be fucked with. But you refused, you said you could handle it.

"Don't apologize for having a bad day, angel."

"Yeah, but you're out there kicking ass and saving people and I'm, what, sad that I have to sit in a meeting for an hour longer than I wanted to?"

You pout into your lover's hand, and let your eyes drift shut. Nat coos at her sweet, tired angel, pulling you close so she can press a kiss to your forehead.

"Just because you didn't maim anyone today doesn't mean you didn't have a hard day."

You giggle and wrap your arms around her trim waist. "How do you know I didn't maim anyone? I have great maim potential sitting just under the surface, ready to strike."

Nat leans back to look at you and cackles. "Sure ya do, killer."

You pout even harder now as your girlfriend wiggles out of your grasp and heads back to the kitchen to start dinner. It's late for both of you, but a routine that neither of you can skip. Eating together, watching mundane TV shows, feeling normal and domestic in a way neither of you thought you could. It was important, no matter the time of day.

So you stand behind Natasha at the stove, wrapped around her back like a sleepy koala bear on a tree, as she stirs noodles in a pot. You tell her all about your day and she shares as much as she can of hers that isn't classified information. You trace the scars that litter her shoulders with your lips and she bats your hand away from the sauce pan so you don't burn yourself. Again.

The oven dings when the garlic bread is done and the two of you eat in companionable silence, taking precious moments to simply exist in each other's space.

When you're done you fight Natasha to leave the dishes for tomorrow.

"I need cuddles. You better put down that scrub brush, I swear to God."

So you resume your position on the couch. Sprawled out with an arm over your head, your toes touching the opposite end and a cat-like Natasha curled up mostly on top of you. 

She has such a presence, a dominating, commanding force of a woman when she's out there in the world. But here in your little one bedroom, in the space your arms make for her, she shrinks, like a porcupine lowering its spikes.

The tv plays in the background but neither of you are paying attention. Your right hand rests behind your head while your left runs a steady course up and down her back, soothing in a figure eight that you know she likes. Her hands find their way under the hem of your shirt, grazing your tummy in a soft, tickling touch that makes you shudder and huff an indignant laugh.

"Don't you dare."

"I didn't," she protests into your neck. "They're about to judge the last cakes. I'm not distracting you, am I?"

"Brat," you chuckle and kiss her head where it's laying on your chest. The two of you lay all snuggled up until you start to fall asleep, gentle snores blowing through the red curls by your cheek.

"Nope. No falling asleep on the couch, too uncomfortable."

You whine and wrap your arms tight around Natasha, rolling until she's under you. She shouts like she's hasn't been trained how to overpower someone doing what you're doing fifty times over. No, she loves letting you crush her and you love feeling her under you.

With a hand on her cheek you lean in slowly, your gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips where her tongue darts out to wet them.

"Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Her eyes flutter shut and she nods her head. It's been a long day, but those words light a fire in you both.

You press a kiss to her forehead and climb off the couch, pulling her up with you by the hand as you go.

She protests when you push her into the bathroom to shower, but you know she needs it. Some time to herself to wash off the day, to unpack and make peace. That and the unscented soap at the compound just isn't the same as your lavender vanilla body scrub. It settles you too, smelling you on her like that. Mixing with the scent of her shampoo and something distinctly...Nat.

You're ready for bed when she comes back out. The shower was short this time and you know why when she doesn't bother to put her pajamas on, or even fully dry off.

You watch from the end of the bed as she drops her towel. Rivulets of water run from her collarbone and down her chest as she walks toward you.

To anyone else she would look fierce, like a lioness stalking her prey, confident and lithe in her movements. And she does look stunning, your breath catching as your eyes meet when she moves to stand between your spread thighs. But you see her. You can see the hesitation in those pretty green eyes that search yours from under thick lashes.

It's still there. The fear that she's not worthy of your time, your love. That she's too broken to be what you need.

You'll spend the rest of your life showing her that's a lie if she'll let you.

Her hands run the length of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your sleepshirt as you hold her face in your hands.

"So beautiful." You capture her mouth with yours, hungry and desperate to feel her against you.

Your hands caress her jaw before moving lower, grazing her shoulders, brushing away whatever laid heaviest there, before sliding further down to her breasts.

Natasha gasps into your mouth as you pluck and pull at her nipples, tugging on a line that runs straight to her core.

"Please," she groans against your lips.

"Please, what?" You tug harder on her nipple until she gasps and whines, pouting that you're making her use her words.

"Need you. Please. Touch me."

Her skin is soft and dewy against your lips when you wrap your lips around her breast. The sweet taste makes your eyelids flutter shut and you groan around your mouthful.

"Oh, fuck," she cries out and pulls at your hair as you lick and suck at her breast.

"Taste so good, baby. So perfect. Perfect fucking tits."

Her head falls back, mouth open and breathing heavy as her wet red hair tumbles down between her shoulder blades.

Your hands palm her ass cheeks, tugging her closer, squeezing the plump mounds between your fingers.

"Yes, baby, please," she moans when her exposed folds rub up against the cotton of your panties. You can feel how wet she is through the thin fabric.

"What do you want, baby? Want me to make you feel good?"

She looks down at you, at where you've been busy sucking new bruises into her skin. Doing your best to mark her as yours.

"Fuck yes. Make me feel good, baby."

She squeals when you grab her hips and throw her down on the bed. You know your grin is positively wolfish as you climb over her, tugging off your sleep shirt. Natasha's eyes fall to your breasts as she scoots back on the mattress, her mouth open and practically panting as her gaze skims your nearly bare body.

"Like whatcha see?"

"You know it, baby."

You laugh and fall to your stomach between her legs. Her thighs are creamy and soft and spread for you so beautifully.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." You kiss down the inside of her thighs, nipping and sucking little love bites into her soft skin.

She inhales sharply when you ghost over where she needs you most to press kisses to her soft tummy. The scars there hold so much of her shame, the most uncomfortable parts of her past. It's a blessing, a gift, for her to show those parts of herself to you. And you treat them as such, every scar, every mark getting its own soft, loving kiss.

Her hips twist under your steady hands, trying to push you towards her center.

"Alright, alright," you laugh and nip at her hip, kissing your way down to her mound.

"You can spend all day down there another time, you sap. I wanna come all over your- ahh!"

Natasha cries out as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

"Oh fuck, baby. That's it."

You run your hands down her thighs to get knees and push them up to her chest, keeping your mouth on her pussy, licking and nibbling at that sensitive bud.

"Open up for me. Lemme see."

Nat gasps, her nails digging into her thighs as you spread her lips open with your thumbs and fuck her right hole with your tongue. She's so fucking tight, clenching around the muscle as you lick into her.

"Tight, creamy little pussy. This is my pussy. Right, baby? Say it."

You slap your hand down on her messy cunt.

"Yes! Yes, baby, it's yours. Your pussy. Fuck!"

Satisfied, you dive back in, licking and sucking at her lips, her clit until her legs are shaking around your head.

"I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna-"

You pull back and slap her pussy again and again.

"Ahh!"

"Come for me, then. Fucking come."

Natasha screams and comes when you shove your tongue deep in her pussy. Her juices spill over your tongue and you lap up all of it, as much as you can.

"C'mere."

Nat pulls you up by your chin and licks you clean, your chin, your cheeks. She kisses you, moaning into your mouth at your combined flavor.

"Good?" She nods her head, practically purring. "Want more?"

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me."

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[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter 3

This is shorter than I would've liked and has not been read over so excuse like all the typos JHUIDKHJDIDJ ENJOY

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“I- I swear… I’m not who you think I am…” 

Martyn raised an eyebrow, holding up a pocket knife as he studied Niko’s face, “This look familiar?”

Niko’s eyes darted around the room, his vision spinning as he swayed slightly. Marcus grabbed a fistful of Niko’s hair, yanking his head back so Niko met Martyn’s eyes. He squinted, blinking a few times before his eyes finally focused on the object Martyn was holding.

His eyes widened slightly but he quickly tried to cover it up, clearing his throat as he gulped, “I… it doesn't ring a bell…”

Martyn hummed in curiosity, walking up beside Niko as he placed the blade under the other’s chin. He slowly tilted Niko’s head up, relishing how the other’s breath picked up. “You know,” Martyn hummed, “I really don't like when people lie to me, buttercup.” His voice was a growl now, “This is your last and final chance, do you recognise this weapon, yes or no?”

“You have the wrong-”

Martyn slashed the blade across Niko’s chest, making the other cry out but he was held in place by Marcus’ heavy hand in his hair. “Yes or no, Buttercup.”

Nikos clenched his jaw, before slowly shaking his head. Silence then followed, making Niko’s heartbeat pick up as his eyes quickly dropped down away from Martyn’s. He gulped hard, feeling the blade bob over his throat.

“I thought I told you that I don't like liars…” 

Niko tensed, blinking hard before finally opening his mouth, “A-alright, it’s mine… but- but I wasn't intending on using it or anything-”

“Bullshit.” Martyn growled, slamming his fist against the desk. Niko jumped, cringing back into the chair as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. “I am warning you, buttercup, if you don't start talking, you and I are going to have serious problems.”

Niko jutted out his chin in defiance, his eyes hardening as he looked up at the target.

“Suit yourself,” Martyn muttered before walking out of the room. Niko was dumb for thinking it was over. He tried to get out of Marcus’ grip but it only tightened. Niko winced but held in any sound.

Martyn then returned with a bright smile on his face, carrying a basin of water. He slammed it onto the table in front of Niko, some of the water splashing against the metal table’s surface. “Just remember,” Martyn cooed, cupping the other’s cheek, “This all can end once you tell me what I want to hear.” He nodded at Marcus before looking down on his new possession.

Before Niko could even open his mouth to ask what was going on, Marcus forced the other’s head underneath the water. Niko’s eyes widen as his chest let out a heave, his body beginning to thrash as he realized what was going on. His hands desperately fought against the tight rope, burning a mark around his wrists as his attempts didn't give up. His chest burnt as he couldn't get a breath in. Just before he saw black spots, Marcus heaved Niko’s head up.

Niko gasped as he was brought up, coughing up the water as he shook his head, trying to get any water from his face and eyes. He watched with blurry vision as the man leaned down so they were face to face.

“Ready to talk?”

Niko didn't even spare him with a look, bursting into coughs as he tried to calm his breathing. Martyn simply sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding once more to Marcus who slammed Niko’s face back into the water.

Niko’s lungs burnt by the fifth go, his head was spinning and his vision was a complete mess of black spots. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as he tried to think of his past training.

“Drip feeding information is crucial,” Aaron had told the team, “You give a little information so you won’t get your brains blown out of your skull for being useless…”

Niko felt Marcus start pushing his head down and Niko gasped, “Wai-wait-” He yelped. Martyn’s eyebrow raised he looked to Marcus who was waiting for his instruction. Martyn tilted his head up and Marcus stopped Niko’s head just before the water.

Niko took in deep shaky breaths as he tried to calm himself, clenching his jaw tight. He tried to ignore the footsteps that drew closer, stopping just before him. “I’m waiting,” Martyn cooed against the other’s ear. 

Niko took one more deep breath before daring to speak, “My name is Ni-Niko…” He let out a breath as Marcus’ grip in his hair, pulled his head up before leaving his hair. 

“Nikooooo, Niiiiiikooooooo,” Martyn hummed, testing the new word as he smirked, “It's cute!” He giggled, pinching Niko’s cheek. Niko grimaced, forcing himself not to glare at the target who loomed over him.

“Alright, put him in isolation,” Martyn ordered Marcus, “I think he needs some time to think about where not telling me what I want to hear will get him.”

Niko was untied, hauled from the chair before his hands were roughly pulled behind him and he was led out of the room. He only tried once to pull out of Marcus’ grip but he knew it was no use.

After a short walk down a dark corridor, Niko was shoved into a cold, dark room. The door slammed behind Marcus and Niko was left in utter silence. He had to stay strong. He was a weak link enough to the team, he didn't want the team to trust him even less if he sold them out.

Stay strong… for the team…

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[switchundercover]

Hi! Could you write a fic where Miles and Gwen trap Hobie in webs, sit on top of him, and tickle him with raspberries?

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AN: Aaaaa my first request!! Thank you for requesting this anon, it was really silly and fun to write!! Honestly this took me WAY longer than it should've, but I did get it finished and I'm pretty proud of it! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3

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"You remember the rules, right?"

Miles grinned as he sat on Hobie's waist, the look on his face being a mix of confidence and a bit of curiosity as to wether Hobie could actually follow through with... this. Hobie chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he also grinned. "Pretty sure. Don't laugh, I get some cash right?" He said, his eyebrows raising as he looked at the younger spider.

Hobie had made a deal with Gwen and Miles, a deal that told him he couldn't laugh while the other two teens tickled the life out of him. The reward for this was about ten dollars, and although Hobie didn't have to much use for the cash, he just thought the idea was... maybe kinda fun, so he agreed. This is what led him to laying down on the couch in Miles' living room, his arms held above his head by webs. His legs were also webbed down, because Gwen and Miles knew from experience, that they would get kicked in the face otherwise.

"Yep!" Gwen responded, turning her head to look at Hobie, as she was currently facing his legs with her back against Miles' own back. "Probably a bad day to wear shorts, but.." Gwen trailed off, tracing two fingers across both of Hobie's inner thighs, making the punk jolt slightly. "Makes it easier for us I guess.."

"H-hey-! You know- a countdown or somethin' would've been great.." Hobie said, stumbling over his words as Gwen's nails expertly traced along the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. Gwen simply laughed, pulling her hands away and looking over to Miles. "Hey, you wanna know what really gets Hobie?" She asked, a small smirk beginning to appear on her face. Hobie's eyes widened, swallowing the lump that was in his throat as he began to shift around in the webbing nervously.

"W-wait, Gwendy-"

It was way to late to tell Gwen to stop, as she leaned closer to Miles, whispering in his ear. Miles giggled as Gwen's breath tickled his ear, and he raised his shoulders slightly, which made Gwen roll her eyes fondly. Miles heard what Gwen said regardless of the giggling, and after the slight red on his face was gone, he looked back at Hobie, and began raising the punks shirt slowly. Hobie couldn't help the small bit of red that appeared on his face, very subtly trying to pull his shirt back down by just wiggling his body around, as that was really all he could do while he was restrained.

"You trying to pull your shirt back down or something?" Miles said, chuckling as he finished pulling Hobie's shirt up, with it being raised up to just below the punks chest. Hobie responded with a huff and an eye roll, making Gwen giggle as she turned her body around, facing the same way as Miles now.

"S-shut up you- MILES I FUCKIN' SWEAR IF YOU-!" Hobie suddenly screamed when Miles lowered his head, his lips just inches away from making contact with Hobie's bare skin. Miles grinned and chuckled, and Gwen's eyes widened from the sudden outburst, a surprised smile on her face. Gwen turned her body around to look over at Hobie's stomach, noticing something pretty special about it.

"Hey! Miles! Look.." Gwen pointed a bit lower on Hobie's stomach, urging Miles to move his head over. When he did, he was surprised by the piercing that Hobie had on his bellybutton, making him grin at the sight. "Hey.. you never told us you had a bellybutton piercing.."

"Never really found a reason to- pfft-! Miles!" Hobie bit back a squeak as Miles suddenly tapped the piercing, a wobbly smile on his face as he turned his head away. Miles' mouth opened in slight surprise, with that expression slowly turning into a slightly evil grin.

"Are you sure you can survive this Hobie?" Miles said, placing his mouth directly above Hobie's navel. Hobie's breath hitched as Miles did this, his breathing getting a bit more fast-paced. "Miles, I swear if you do what I bloody think you're gonna do.." Hobie said, trying to have a sense of authority with his words.

Miles looked up at Hobie before directing his head back down, and after taking a very deep breath, he pressed his lips against Hobie's skin and blew the meanest raspberry he could directly over Hobie's navel.

It was safe to say that Hobie immediately lost it, his eyes going wide as he bursted into loud cackles. Gwen watched Hobie's reaction, her eyes widening from the sounds that came out of Hobie's mouth. "Well.. guess you lost the bet." She said, laughing at Hobie's expense.

"NAHAHAHAHA MIHIHIHILES-! STAHAHAHAP- SHIHIHIHIHIT!!" Hobie basically screamed from the unbearable feeling, his face scrunched up as he thrashed around, the webbing around his wrists and ankles keeping him basically stuck to the couch.

"Woah! You weren't kidding Gwen!" Miles said, practically beaming at the fact he got Hobie to laugh so quickly. Gwen laughed, looking at Hobie who looked like he was about to tap out from his own laughing. "Here, let me help Miles."

Gwen leaned over, her head right next to Hobie's side, which made the punk try and squirm to the other side. The webbing held strong however, only letting Hobie move the slightest bit.

"W-wait! I thought we were done!" Hobie said, biting his lip from the anticipation. Gwen tilted her head upwards and chuckled, giving Hobie a sly grin. "C'mon Hobie. I mean, you lost. You should be punished for that."

Hobie was about to protest, but his words were quickly interrupted by another fit of cackles as Gwen blew a raspberry on a very sensitive spot in-between his ribs. Hobie arched his back, his eyes wide as he laughed uncontrollably.

"FAHAHAHAHAHACK- GWEHEHEN I'LL FUHUHUCKIN' KIHIHIHIHIL YOU!" Hobie threatened through his laughter. Gwen simply laughed, blowing another equally mean raspberry against the same spot, getting a continued string of cackles coming from the punk.

As Miles observed the string of cackles that escaped Hobie's mouth, a very evil idea filling his mind. About a month ago, Miles learned how to transfer his venom power to other parts of his body; how to transfer the shock to a different part. It was useful in fights, an example being when Miles would usually transfer his venom powers to his legs to give a villain a swift, electric kick to the face. Now, obviously Miles didn't want to hurt Hobie, which is why he only transferred the slightest bit of his venom power to his lips.

As Miles grinned at the revelation he had, Hobie was still dying as Gwen raspberried each of his ribs and the spaces in-between, with Hobie's face being a dark red colour from how hard he was laughing.

"GWHEHEHEHEHEN- DAHAHAHMMIT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!" Loud, unfiltered cackles filled the living room, the person responsible for said cackles having his head tilted back as he desperately squirmed. Miles chuckled, and nudged Gwen. Well, it was more of a poke, but it still got her attention.

"Hmm?" Gwen pulled her head away from Hobie's side, giving the punk a well deserved break. Miles looked at Gwen, before looking at Hobie, the expression on the younger spider's face making the punk shiver.

"I want you to watch this."

Before Hobie could even think of what Miles was about to do (although he had a pretty clear idea in his mind already), Miles leaned his head down and blew a raspberry against Hobie's stomach, the small bit of venom in his lips making the sensation a whole lot worse.

Hobie's eyes went wide, and his laughter shot up an octave as his body thrashed around, small tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! MIHIHIHIHIHIHILES NAHAHAHA- SHIHIHIHIHIT!! STAHAHAHAHA-" Hobie could barely even speak over his own laughter, that of which was beginning to cut out. One second Hobie would be cackling his head off, and then the next all the laughter would stop, with Hobie's mouth hung open in ticklish agony. This gave Miles and Gwen an indicator that Hobie had enough, so Miles pulled his head away, and got off of Hobie, with Gwen following along and getting off of Hobie herself.

After a bit, Hobie's laughter subsided, now just being a few giggles that would occasionally slip past his lips. Miles found the pocket knife that Hobie always kept in his vest, and used it to cut the webbing that kept Hobie's arms and legs glued to the couch.

Hobie sat up, his body quivering and his stomach still tingling as tiny traces of Miles' venom power were still zipping around his torso. Hobie put a hand to his stomach to ease the sensations, his head against the back of the couch as he breathed deeply.

"You good?" Miles asked, looking down at Hobie from where he was standing. Hobie gave Miles a shaky nod, turning his head to Gwen, who was standing beside Miles.

"Yeah.. 'm fine.." Hobie said, clearing his throat as he stood up. "Oh, hey Gwen? Miles?"

"Yeah?"

"What's up?"

Hobie cracked his knuckles, smirking as if he wasn't just tickled to death about a minute prior. "I suggest you both run.. I'll have no trouble gettin' my revenge on botha you at the same time.."

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#across the spiderverse tickles #atsv tickle #atsv tickles #ler!miles #tickle #atsv tickling #sfw tickle community #tickles #ler!gwen #lee!hobie #brief lee!miles for like two seconds #tk community #ty for the request anon!! <3

[chaoswithinstars]

I can take you [K. Bakugo]

Tw: suggestive at some parts, silly, actually very bad, I cannot write for shit

You were always one that would go beyond when challenged or dared. You just couldn't back down or give up until you've done it. Truth or dare was always a bad experience but you've pushed through with pride and not a smidge of embarrassment.

"I could take you in a fight." Famous last words, especially when said to one of top heroes like your boyfriend. Katsuki simply raised an eyebrow, giving you an unimpressed look. "I so could."

"No, I don't think you can. You're so…" Katsuki smirks, giving you a slow once over, taking in all of you before meeting your eyes with his. "Soft. And short."

You being you, of course you rushed him, knocking into him with your shoulder, arms wrapped around his lower waist. You pushed with all your might, legs locking as your feet slid over the floor. A grunt left your lips and you felt more than heard Katsuki laugh as you tried your best, sweating after just a few minutes of struggle. You felt him shift then his arms were around your hips and waist, raising you up with envious ease, your legs flailing before you hooked them blindly over his shoulders and knocking your foot against his head in the process.

"The floor is very close, honey." Your voice went high pitched as you spoke, fingers gripping onto his pockets as you stared down at his feet.

"I won't drop you." He replies, raising you higher and leaning his chin on the apex of your legs to look at you. It would've been sexy if you weren't bracing for a concussion. "I'm not weak."

"Please, let me down." You groan, feeling the blood rush into your head and palms start to sweat.

"I'm disappointed." He drawls, voice mocking and pushing your buttons. You manage to look up, giving him a lovely view of your frown, flushed face and double chin. "I thought my girl had more fight in her."

"Oh, you bitch." You breathe, eyes wide then squinting as you struggle to pull yourself upward, using his clothes as holds. "I'll get you. I'll fucking get you."

You barely notice the support your back is getting, too focused on getting closer to wipe that infernal smirk off his face until you're practically sitting on his shoulders and looking down at him as you struggle for breath. That's when you realize he's helping you stay upright, his hold on you secure as he grins at you almost ferally.

"Hi." You grin down at him, fingers in his hair and legs tight around his neck. "You come here often?"

"I do." Katsuki grins, voice just a tad suggestive, baring his teeth and takes a bite at your thigh, pretty eyes glaring up at you from between your legs. You have to admit, it's hot. Despite the fact that you're holding onto his hair simply because you are waiting for the fall. His hot palms move smoothly over your back, almost up to your shoulders and you have to admit that this whole situation is doing things to you.

"If you drop me, I'm taking you with me." You threaten, hooking your legs more securely at his back. You were always one to ruin the mood as well.

Katsuki squints his eyes at you, lips pursing. And then his hands are off you and an embarassing squeak left your mouth as you smothered him with your stomach, legs squeezing around his as you feel yourself slip down just a little. You don't really have that much upper body or core strength in you so you swearing up a storm a few minutes later, glaring into Katsuki's face.

"Bastard" You manage to squeeze out, voice strained. Honestly, you don't really want to admit just how awkward and lowkey scary it is, holding on to a tall ass man with only the carpet to soften up your fall even though you knew that Katsuki would never let you come to harm. He'd catch you, always. "Help me down."

"Giving up so soon?" Katsuki smirks and places his hands back on you, helping you stand on your two feet with some maneuvering and elbows (yours) in sensitive places (his). "I thought you'd take me down with you."

"Shut up." You purse your lips, disgruntled.

"Make me." He puts his hands on his hips, looking down at you with fire in his eyes. "Bet you can't."

You look up into his eyes, lips curling up slyly and you grasp onto his collar, tugging him down. Your eyes glance between his then down to his mouth and back again. Katsuki hums and places his hands on your waist, pulling your body to his and lowers his head even more, brushing your noses together for one sweet moment before you stand on your toes and finally press your lips together. It's almost a chaste kiss with how slow and sweet it is but it is still deep, still makes you desire more.

"I can take you" You whisper once you two part and bite your lip, trying to hide a smile. "Not in a fight."

#hefi writes #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader

[inkinthequill]

🔞Makima's Devilishly Erotic Golf Lesson🔞

[Series: Chainsaw Man

Pairing: [GP]Power/Makima

Word count: 1,416

Contains: Explicit sexual content, including: gloved handjobs, groping and teasing, an extraordinary amount of public indecency, and Makima generally being a possessive freak. You can also view this work and more specific tags on AO3]

Makima has brought Power onto a golfing course to teach her a very important lesson in control and discipline. Makima, being the pure-hearted angel she is, is completely normal about it and has absolutely zero underlying motivations, I swear!

“Hiiiiii-ho!”

A sharp ”twang“ rang over rolling green hills as Power struck a golf ball with enough force that it started burning through the sky like a flare. Several broken clubs littered the ground beneath her, and she had settled one formed from her own blood on Makima's recommendation. Makima, for her part, was situated a small distance behind her and offered a quiet clap. 

"See, see?! Witness how quickly I master your human games and despair!" Power decried, paired with a deranged laugh— directly staring and pointing at a group of elderly men passing by in their cart, who all made the collective decision to speed onto the next hole. 

"Power.” Makima said, her voice as equal parts quiet and commanding as ever. Hearing it caused the Blood Devil to stiffen in place, clearing her throat nervously and trying to keep calm. Her superior approached from behind her, laying leather-gloved hands on her shoulders. "That was very good."

“Y-Yes?! Yes, of course it was!” Power nodded in agreement, striking a triumphant pose and giggling again. "Did you see how far I struck it?! No human could manage that!"

"Yes, Power, your drive was very good." Makima said, giving the girl's shoulders a sudden squeeze. "However, the reason I've brought you here is  not  about showing off your strength. It's about control. The goal, again, is not to hit it as far as possible." she said, leaning over Power's shoulder and pointing at the flag pole several hundred meters in front of them. "It's to strike it precisely into that hole over there. Do you understand?"

Power gave a fanged grimace, pouting and kicking the turf slightly. "I  hardly  see how that's any better than simply..." she began, but catching Makima's steely gaze quickly made her shut her mouth and swallow spit. 

"Power..." Makima started again, her cool breath washing over the fiend's neck. "Control is everything. No matter how strong you are, it won't matter if you can't control it," she said, pressing her back against Power's. She slid her hands down the girl's arms, cupping her hands over Power's. Power stiffened, feeling her skin tingle all over— the scent of Makima's perfume was vibrant this close to her, and she knew all too well the overwhelming power that Makima herself held in those hands... 

Power felt her arms be guided in a smooth swinging motion. Once. Twice. Three times. Makima remained quiet, before meeting Power's eyes on the third swing. "See...? Firm, but precise. It's called a stroke for a reason. Stroke, stroke, stroke... isn't that so much nicer than simply smashing something...?"

Power had started to squirm at this point, her face burning brightly. "I-I don't see how that'd... help... in a fight...."

"Hmm...? You don't, Power? How would you describe my capture of you, then? Was it a thrashing, or something more elegant?"

The fiend flinched slightly, looking away in embarrassment. "I wasn't... you know I wasn't at full... strength..."

"Sorry, what was that? You need to speak up, Power." Makima stated firmly, a gloved hand slipping down from Power's arms, and trailing down her body. She hovered it over Power's crotch, then pushed her palm against it right as the girl tried to speak. 

"I-I! W-What are you doing...?!"

”Demonstrating the strengths of a controlled touch, is all. Please, tell me more about how you would've won, Power.” 

"I... well..." Power murmured, biting her lip as her skirt started to tent from the stimulation. "I-If you had given me a fair chance to recover, I could... have..." she trailed off, gasping as Makima reached under her skirt and gently freed her cock from her panties. The black leather of her glove was hot from being worn by the woman over the last two hours, the fingers of which delicately wrapped around her shaft and squeezed down. 

"Mhm. Keep going. Don't get distracted now, Power..." Makima said, an almost soothing tone to her voice as she began openly stroking Power's cock. 

"I-I would've crushed you in seconds..." Power mumbled, unable to keep herself from haphazardly bucking her hips, eager and desperate to gain more pleasure from Makima's hand. 

"Because you're such a strong girl, right, Power?" Makima asked, her voice just as quiet and calm as ever. 

"Y-Yesss..." Power said with a moan, shuddering and whining as Makima ran her thumb in tight circles of the tip, the leather of which grew slick from precum. Just as pleasure had been given, it suddenly stopped, leaving Power a weak, whimpering mess. The hidden strength in Makima's arms kept the girl from thrusting into her hand, as much as Power desperately tried. 

"Power..." Makima whispered by her ear, sliding her other hand under her shirt. "Do you understand who you are to use that power for now? Who do you obey?"

"W-What...?" 

Power yipped as Makima gently nibbled on her earlobe, grasping one of the fiend's breasts in her hands and squeezing. "Who do you belong to, Power?"

"I don't..." Power started, shivering at the continued absence of any stimulation to her dick. While she hated to say it, she was being given a very new and powerful motivator, and she was strongly compelled to obey. "M-Makima..." she whispered.

"You belong to me?" Makima asked. 

"Y-Yes..."

"Say it, then, Power."

"H-Huh? A-Again?"

"I need to hear you say it, Power." Makima said, a disciplinary tone in her voice that accompanied a strikingly cold stare. 

"I..." Power started, feeling tears well up in her eyes from the sheer desperate need her body was enduring in the absence of Makima's continued touch. "I belong to Makima..."

"That's a good girl," Makima whispered, a soothing warmth returning to her voice as she began to stroke Power again. Her fingers pumped and squeezed and glided skillfully, in a perfect pleasuring rhythm that practically put the fiend into a trance. "Obedience feels better, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes..." Power murmured, starting to loudly moan. Part of her realized that they were still in a public area where anyone could catch them, but every pump of Makima's hand pushed the thought away, and every whispered word locked her worries out. 

"My pet fiend... so strong..." Makima cooed, the faintest hint of a smile pulling at her lips as Power's voice got louder and louder. "Are you going to be a good, strong girl for me, Power?"

"Y-Yes!" Power cried, the additional praise and ego-stroking getting her even more into it than she already was. 

"You'll follow my orders? Whatever I say? Kill whoever I say?"

"Yes! A-Anything!" 

"Good girl. You can cum, now."

Though it was a statement and not an order, something in Power's body was immediately pushed over the edge by Makima's words, almost like her body itself was under the woman's direct command. Power let out a sharp, cute cry, biting down on her lip as she thrust her hips forward and started painting the emerald grass with her hot, pearly-white cum. Makima continued to stroke her off the entire time, the faint smile she had before remaining frozen on her face as she watched Power empty herself onto the golf course. 

She halted her stroking as the fiend finally stopped shuddering, getting as much cum off Power's cock and onto her glove as she could manage-- holding her hand up to Power's face. 

"Next lesson. When you make a mess, you have to be responsible and clean it up. Understand, Power?"

"I..." Power mumbled, gulping and staring at the ”mess“ presented to her. "I-I understand."

"Good girl." Makima said, using her clean hand to soothingly stroke Power's hair as she started licking the cum off of her glove. Makima rotated the other around so Power could clean the back and front, before slowly slipping her fingers into Power's mouth one at a time when they were the only thing left to clean. 

"That's it... you're a fast learner, Power..." she whispered, gently kissing the girl's cheek as the fiend obediently sucked on each of her fingers-- despite having ample opportunity to bite down on her boss's fingers with those dangerously sharp fangs. 

Makima pulled the last finger from Power's lips with a wet pop, squeezing the girl's shoulder. She leaned past it, meeting her gaze once more as she cupped her face. "Now..." she said, turning Power's face to stare out into the rolling green hills and thick tree-line. "We still have eight more holes to go, Power. Are you ready for your other lessons?"

"Y... Yes, ma'am... ❤️"

#makima #power #chainsaw man #makima x power #fanfic

[muryonokansei]

@2xcursekissed asked: a late evening mission leaves yuuta restlessly tossing and turning at night, the adrenaline still pumping through him as he attempts to sleep. he'd arrived at the dorms later than anticipated, and he'd hoped he would be able to knock out the minute he hit the pillow, but his hopes were crushed by reality. after what feels like an eternity rotating in his bed, flipping his pillow, watching porn, checking his phone—all that good stuff—he has had enough. with a sigh, he decides it's time to maybe wash up again and change his scenery since his bed is not doing its job. after a quick trip to the restroom, he makes his way to the communal living space, and he's surprised to find a familiar face already sitting there, eyes glued to whatever object is in her hand. yuuta clears his throat before speaking up to make his presence known. "hey," he says, his volume lower than usual due to the hour. "you're up late." it's an obvious statement, but he uses it to gauge his friend's mood. deeming it safe to approach, he sinks into the sofa next to her. "i couldn't sleep either," he admits, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling. minutes pass as he and maki stay in place there, few words shared between them as they simply sit in each other's company. he then catches a white fuzzy object in his peripheral. he lazily turns his head, his gaze meeting the black, beady eyes of his classmate panda. "don't worry. i got you," his furry friend mouths. the devious glint in panda's eyes keeps yuuta on high alert, unsure of what to expect from the other male. his guard drops, however, when the other student disappears into the hallway. he relaxes once again into the couch beside maki, shutting his eyes. it's only when the muffled sound of a familiar, sensual tune plays, slowly getting louder, that the atmosphere in the room changes and yuuta wishes nothing more than to die. he knows he is already on thin ice since his last attempt to flirt backfired, his 'hey' nearly causing a fight. he can't stop the heat from rising onto his cheeks when the words begin, easing into the singer's 'let's get it on' chorus. he shoots up, tense as he turns to his friend at a comically fast speed. "it's not me, i swear," he raises his hands in surrender, hoping she knows he really is not the cause of the sudden music playing. ((for maki obvs lol)) unprompted asks ┆ always accepting

maki  is  normally  pretty  good  about  ensuring  she  get's  a  full  night's  rest.  sleeping  well  is  an  essential  part  of  being  awake  enough  to  even  take  on  curses,  especially  for  someone  like  herself  that  has  to  rely  solely  on  her  senses,  so  she  needs  to  stay  on  her  toes.  unfortunately,  knowing  this  doesn't  spare  her  from  the  occasional  night  of  restlessness.  plagued  by  insomnia,  maki  ditches  her  room  to  head  on  over  to  the  communal  area.  there's  better  reception  there,  so  she  figures  she  might  as  well.  maybe  scrolling  through  videos  on  her  phone  for  a  while  will  help  make  her  sleepy.

she's  only  been  at  it  for  around  10  minutes  when  she  hears  a  familiar  gait  trekking  down  the  hallway  and  into  the  living  space.  she  hates  to  admit  it,  but  a  feature  of  her  sharpened  senses  is  knowing  how  other's  footsteps  sound.  she  normally  tries  not  to  pay  them  much  mind  as  it  can  be  a  nuisance,  but  she's  memorized  his  like  the  back  of  her  hand.  with  that  considered,  she's  not  shocked  when  yuuta  steps  into  the  room  and  makes  his  cheesy  comment  about  her  still  being  up.  when  they  first  met,  maki  would've  hit  him  with  a  'no  shit'  and  an  upturn  of  her  nose.  they're  —  dare  she  say  it  —  best  friends  now,  and  it's  actually  kind  of  nice  to  see  him  join  her. 

yuuta  settles  beside  her,  speaking  a  bit  and  her  responding  little  as  well.  she  leans  against  him,  just  a  little,  as  she  continues  to  scroll  through  the  stupid  videos  and  watches  them  with  him.  she  can  actually  feel  herself  start  dozing  off  a  little,  head  leaning  against  yuuta's  shoulder.  her  phone  might  soon  slip  from  her  hand,  but  yuuta  made  a  surprisingly  great  cushion.  it  was  nice,  talking  and  laughing  with  him  when  it  was  just  the  two  of  them.  all  of  their  problems  seemed  so  far  away  —  they  weren't  child  soldiers,  but  just  regular  teenagers  watching  stupid  tiktoks  together  late  at  night.  she  wouldn't  trade  her  life  for  anything  but  she  can't  help  but  wonder,  sometimes... 

all  too  soon,  maki's  roused  from  her  partial-sleep  by  yuuta's  sudden  movement.  she's  dazed,  only  barely  catching  what  he  says  as  she  tries  to  piece  that  and  his  frantic  expression  together.  it's  not  him?  what's  not  him?  it's  quiet  then  agian,  only  not  really,  because  she's  finally  alert  enough  to  notice  the  steadily  increasing  volume  of  music  playing.  it's  a  little  muffled,  but  unmistakable.  she  listens  out  for  the  words  and  instantly  feels  heat  rise  to  her  cheeks.  she's  suddenly  thankful  that  the  lighting  in  the  room  is  almost  non-existent. 

❝  what  the  hell...?!  then  who?  we're  not  overhearing...  that  idiot  didn't  bring  someone  here,  did  he?  ❞   maki  shoots  up  off  the  couch  and  narrows  her  eyes,  half  ready  to  file  a  complaint  to  yaga  about  their  idiotic,  unprofessional  sensei  when  she  realizes  the  music  isn't  coming  from  the  direction  of  the  hall  leading  to  the  staff  rooms,  but  from  the  2nd  years.  if  it's  not  yuuta,  then... 

❝  no,  that's  not  it...  hm.  toge  or  panda,  right?  who  am  i  beating  the  shit  out  of?  ❞ 

#2xcursekissed #꒰ ch ﹕zenin maki. ꒱ #꒰ ic. ꒱ #// STOP NOOOO LMFAOOOO

[wiltingdecay]

Banana Pancakes

Some fashionably late Ruasha fluff for Portia's birthday!

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: T (some swearing and one (1) sex joke because it's these two)

Pairing: Rowan Aisling x Portia Devorak

"Rowan?"

Rowan's heart sank.

"No," they groan petulantly in response, without turning to look at her. If they couldn't see her, they could almost pretend she hadn't actually gotten up - her voice was merely a figment of their sleep-deprived imagination. "Go back to bed."

"Are you... making breakfast?"

They could hear the smile in Portia's voice, but it didn't do much to heal Rowan's wounded pride.

"It was supposed to be a surprise..." Rowan had no choice but to admit defeat. They sigh, errant curls fluttering out of their face from the force of it. "I was going to bring it to you in bed. Start your birthday off right."

It had all been going to plan so far. Figuring out how to wake up before Portia had been tricky; she always rose with the sun, and now that they didn't have the shop to worry about, Rowan was barely functional before ten o’clock on a good morning. Pepi, ever the innovator, had come up with a most elegant solution; as soon as the first rays of sunlight woke her up, she had stealthily crawled to the bed where Rowan slept beside Portia, and bit their foot until they eventually startled awake.

(It might have taken a little more encouragement to actually wake Rowan up than either of them expected, but the bleeding had stopped quickly enough).

Once Rowan was finally up, it was simply a matter of getting out of bed and making it to the kitchen without alerting his still peacefully sleeping wife. If he hadn't been under the pressure of the ticking clock, he might have taken a few moments to simply admire her for longer. It was so rare he got to see her like this, dozing without a care in the world in the dappled lighting of early dawn, casting soft, cozy shadows over her smiling face, surrounded by a halo of auburn curls that caught aflame in the sunlight.

He would've reached out and stroked her smooth, adorably rounded cheek if it wouldn't have almost certainly woken her up. As it was, he only allowed himself a few seconds to steal a longing glance at her sleeping form, all soft curves and inviting warmth, before leaving the bedroom and gently shutting the door between them.

On quiet feet Rowan crept into the kitchen, gathering ingredients as carefully as he could so as to not spill or drop anything that could cause a clatter. Pepi wasn't of much help, what with her unfortunate lack of hands, but she made for incredibly adorable moral support as Rowan lined everything up on the counter and used their magic to light the stove. While they waited for it to come to the right temperature, they mashed the ingredients together in the mixing bowl and whisked gently until the resulting batter seemed to be the right consistency. Rowan was an astoundingly mediocre cook, especially compared to their darling wife, but any fool could whip up some halfway-decent banana pancakes.

"What'ya think, Pepi?" Rowan whispered to the rotund little cat as they offered her the mixing bowl to sniff. "Is it OK?"

Pepi chirped as quietly as a cat could chirp, and that was all the encouragement Rowan needed. Once the stove was hot enough, Rowan melted a generous amount of butter in a skillet and carefully spooned in a ladle-ful of the pancake mixture. Rowan kept kept eyes glued to it the entire time it cooked, gnawing anxiously on their finger as they tried to guess when they needed to flip it.

Once the bubbles that were forming on top started to pop, they tentatively took hold of the handle, took a deep breath, and flicked the skillet up in the air. The pancake jumped, turned over in the air, and landed neatly back down on its uncooked side. The side that had been cooking was an appetising shade of golden-brown, not so much as an edge burnt.

Rowan let out the breath they'd been holding and grinned goofily, punching the air in quiet triumph. If they'd been making this breakfast for themself, they frankly wouldn't care less what happened to it; if they burnt it, they'd just shrug, throw it out, and eat some toast instead.

But this had to be perfect. It was for Portia, and perfection was no less than she deserved. On her birthday, or any other day of the year.

Rowan managed to get through a second pancake still without incident, and had been on the third when Portia crept up on them. Infuriatingly, they probably would have stopped at three; they'd been planning on serving the pancakes with some tea, some fresh berries, and yoghurt with honey, just to make sure she had enough. If they'd been just a little faster with their preparation, they probably would've had everything finished just as Portia was waking up.

Their train of thought is interrupted as Portia sidles up to them, wrapping her arms around their waist from behind. She's not tall enough to look over their shoulder, so she peers around their left arm instead.

"You made banana pancakes?" She says incredulously, her beautiful eyes crinkling as a broad smile begins to make its way across her face.

Rowan nods slightly, giving the third pancake a half-hearted flip; unfortunately it's not quite ready, and the uncooked side splatters unattractively across the skillet as it's turned over.

"Fuck's sake," they curse. "I mean, uh. Yeah. I looked through your cookbooks after you went to bed last night. This recipe seemed simple enough, and I knew you'd like it... if I didn't cock it up, anyway."

Portia just laughs, giving Rowan a firm squeeze around the middle. "Baby, they smell amazing. And even if they didn't, it's the thought that counts."  She plants a warm, soft kiss on their upper arm, just below the sleeve of the loose nightshirt they wore. "Thank you for thinking of me."

Rowan's lips part around a sigh, and he leans back into her embrace. "I think I'm always thinking of you, mo ghrá geal."

Portia snickers. "Mostly impure thoughts, I'd imagine."

At that, Rowan turns their head to look down at her, smiling wryly. She's dressed only in the gossamer babydoll she'd worn to bed, the straps slipping down her arms, hair wild and tumbling down her shoulders. Just as beautiful as the day they met her, the day they married her, and every day in between.

"Oh, naturally. I'm sure you've noticed I only made enough pancakes for you. I had a different breakfast in mind."

They wink as obnoxiously as they possibly can, and Portia bursts into a fit of giggles, swatting at them affectionately.

"Oh, you're incorrigible."

Rowan turns the final pancake out onto the plate. It's a mess, but it's properly cooked, and nothing a small avalanche of powdered sugar won't fix. In any case, he can say with confidence that Portia will love it. "You love me."

They can almost feel Portia's lips through their shirt as she smiles against their back. "I do."

Rowan turns in her embrace, ducking down to claim her lips in a gentle kiss. She cups their cheeks in both of her smaller hands, smiling into the kiss as they rest their own hands on her shoulders.

"This," Rowan thinks to themself, lost in a haze of dreamlike wonder. "This is what bliss feels like."

No matter how many years they've been with her, that feeling has never faded. Every minute spent with her, they think about how lucky they are to have her. Every kiss still feels like their first.

Rowan pecks her lips once more after they eventually part, drawing another giggle out of her.

"Go sit down," they tell her softly, gesturing to the kitchen table. "I'll bring everything over in a minute."

Portia sits at the head of the table like a queen in her throne, covering her eyes as Rowan approaches with a loaded tray a few minutes later to maintain the illusion of surprise. They chuckled warmly as they set the tray down in front of her, taking the seat by her side.

"OK, you can look now."

The plate of pancakes, decorated with sugar, and Rowan's best attempt at drawing a cat with syrup. A small bowl of strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, and pitted cherries. Another bowl of yoghurt and honey. A cup of sweet mango tea. And of course, an assortment of carefully wrapped gifts.

Even as Portia uncovers her eyes and takes it all in, Rowan can't help but feel nervous. She'll like it, of course - they're her spouse, for gods' sake, they know what she likes by now - but is it enough? Could anything ever really be enough, for such a wonderful woman who never asks for much, but deserves everything the world has to offer and more?

Their worries shatter almost instantly as Portia gets up from her seat and flings her arms around them.

"Rowan, it's perfect!" She gifts them in turn with a big, smacking kiss on their cheek as she squeezes them tightly. Rowan laughs, hugging her back with such enthusiasm that they practically pull her into their lap. "You're perfect, my little firefly. Thank you so, so much."

Her words certainly leave Rowan feeling like a firefly, aglow with love as they bask in her happiness. Smiling softly, they reach up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, at the same time stroking her cheek as they had wanted to do when she was sleeping.

"You're more than welcome. Happy birthday, Pasha."

#fern's writing #the arcana #portia devorak #rowan aisling #portia x oc #portia x apprentice #everything's growing in our garden

[casspurrjoybell-27]

Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 15a

*Warning Adult Content*

Fire -Part 1

- Everett -

The sound of drawers being pulled open and shut is what drags Everett out of dreamland.

He sits up in bed and stretches, a few bones cracking in the process.

Today's workout with Knox had thoroughly kicked his ass but what followed afterward in the hallway on the way back to their room... well, Everett would do it all over again if asked.

Had Mason not interrupted when he did, who knows how far he would've gone with Knox.

Speaking of the devil...

Everett looks around the room for his missing roommate.

What he finds is a yellow sticky note with sloppy handwriting resting on top of Knox's pillow and the man himself standing in front of the dresser near the closet.

Knox's back is to Everett, his stance tall and rigid.

Something seems off about him.

That much is obvious when assessing his all-black attire and the way his hair has been slicked back into a low bun.

Everett skims over the sticky note before speaking, his palms growing sweaty while he reads.

"Did you just come back from a meeting with your people?" Everett asks quietly, a hint of fear in his tone.

Knox catches it immediately and turns around, his expression flat.

"I did," Knox answers. "And now we have to head out to handle some business."

"To do what?" Everett questions.

"It's better if you don't know."

Knox turns back around and proceeds with rummaging through the dresser drawers, whatever he's looking for clearly being more important than addressing Everett's concerns.

"Sorry for waking you," Knox grumbles. "I thought I was being quiet."

Everett furrows his brows in confusion.

Sorry?

Knox sure as shit doesn't sound sorry right now.

His voice is as cold as his impassive grey eyes.

And just like, with a snap of the fingers, red flags begin to sprout around the man that Everett had almost broken his dry spell for.

It's giving him whiplash to see just how much has changed within such a short amount of time.

"What the hell happened at that meeting, Knox? Did you ever find out what it is that Mason wanted to tell you?"

Everett climbs out of bed in time to see Knox slip a pair of black gloves into his back pocket just before slamming a drawer shut on the dresser.

Yet another red flag.

"What is wrong with you?" Everett starts. "I don't understand why you're acting like this..."

"Because you're wasting my time asking me questions that I can't give you the answers to."

Knox's gaze stops Everett in his tracks once he finally turns around to face the boy properly.

The air around them drops by several degrees and the chills that travel down Everett's spine at that moment have absolutely nothing to do with arousal.

"I can't discuss club business with outsiders. It goes against the code and I ain't breaking it for you."

Everett blinks and takes a step back as if Knox had punched him square in the chest.

"I'm an outsider now?"

The words feel wrong on Everett's tongue.

Knox says nothing.

They simply stare at each other, waiting for the other to yield.

Of course, Everett breaks first.

"Okay. That's fine. Fuck you too, I guess."

Everett crumples up the sticky note and tosses it at Knox's feet.

He spins around to put on his shoes, his trembling hands and fingers moving at the speed of light.

He says nothing as Knox inches closer and closer.

Grabbing his cell phone off the nightstand, he ignores Knox calling after him while rushing toward the door.

He gets it open for a split second and then it slams shut.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going at this time of the night?" Knox speaks in a low tone, damn near growling.

His muscular arm is outstretched, and his hand remains on the door while his body keeps Everett trapped in place, his eyes staring hard at the back of the boy's head.

"Answer me."

"You don't want to tell me shit, so why the hell do I have to tell you where I'm going?"

Everett tries for the doorknob again, knowing it's useless.

"I swear if you don't move your hand off the door, I'm going to scream and wake up everyone in the house."

"Does it look like I give a damn?" Knox snaps.

He grabs Everett by the arm and spins him around so they're facing one another.

"Listen to me well, Everett. My brothers and I are going out to do a job that will break about fifty fucking laws at least. The simplest distraction is enough to get someone killed. I can't afford to worry about whether or not your stubborn ass is safe while you're out wandering the property alone, so I need you to stay the fuck inside until I get back. Got it?"

Everett's nostrils flare and his mouth forms into a hard line.

If this was a cartoon, smoke would be rising out of his ears right about now.

Knox can practically see every negative emotion known to man burning bright in Everett's pretty brown eyes.

But it still isn't enough to get him to back off.

"We've already established that I'm an outsider, remember?" Everett emphasizes the word outsider with enough venom to make Knox flinch, his arms falling to his side.

"You don't have to worry about me. Not anymore. I can take care of myself. Now leave or let me go."

Knox sighs heavily, dragging a hand down his face as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

"I'm not above locking you up while I'm gone, so don't fucking test me right now. Not unless you're ready to find out just how far I'm willing to go when it comes to keeping you safe."

"You wouldn't dare..." Everett whispers in shock.

"Apparently, you don't know me as well as you thought," Knox mutters, crossing his arms over his chest.

"When it comes to my property, I'll burn this entire fucking world down and then some."

Everett gasps at that, his mouth parting open in surprise and... something else that he can't quite name at the moment.

Property, what Knox had basically called him, is a label that should disgust Everett.

It definitely shouldn't cause heat to spread across his skin, his freckled face now a lighter shade of cherry red.

How much more pathetic can he get?

"Are we done arguing? Because I really need to go," Knox says and just a few seconds later, his cell phone buzzes in his pocket.

He pulls it out to read the new text right when a knock sounds at the door.

"Who is it?" he yells while moving Everett aside.

"Your favorite redhead," Josie cheerfully responds. "I'm here for..."

The door opens.

She looks at Knox and then she looks at Everett and smiles.

"Him."

"To do what with?" Knox questions, defensively.

"Don't you have someplace to be, grumpy bear?" Josie says to Knox while grabbing Everett by the hand.

She pulls him out of the room and starts off down the hallway, yelling over her shoulder.

"You and my husband better come back here the same as you left or else I'll kick your asses myself."

Everett doesn't look back.

He can feel Knox's eyes follow him until he and Josie turn a corner, finally out of his sight.

[sinnilith]

hear me out, c! warden awesamdude with a fucking machine that he made from red stone and a bratty fem reader

𝗦𝗘𝗫 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘. moved to @himbroslut

pairings: c!warden awesamdude x bratty fem!reader

content: sex machine, degradation, over stimulation, praise, impact play, bondage, dacryphilia if you s q u i n t, oral [ both reader and c!sam receiving ], mention of knotting.

warnings: smut below! minors DNI or i swear to god.

"i said get down. now." the sharp twinge of pain in your scalp was like a electric shock of pleasure, sam's had grabbed you by your hair and forced you down onto your knees. puffs of smoke left his mask as dark green eyes stared down at you, the unmistakable look of lust evident.

you tried your best to hold back the smile that was slowly creeping up on you, the longer you stared up into sam's eyes the harder it got, maybe it was nerves making you want to smile? or maybe the fact that you knew the smallest thing could make this man explode.

his nostrils flared again, you couldn't see it but you could hear it and the sight of another large puff of smoke coming from his mask along with the heavy rise and fall of his chest was a clear indication of it; the poor man was trying his best to stay in control. unfortunately for him, you had other plans. "what's wrong? big bad warden is angry that i took a stroll through his stupid jail?" you taunted, tilting your head to the side with a fake pout of innocence.

"enough." he sighed out heavily and dragged a hand down his face and mask in frustration, how could such an tiny human set him off so easily? was it the way you looked at him with mischief? the way your lips curled up in a taunting smile that looked innocent to the naked eye, or was it the way you strutted around him like you were in charge of everything and everyone. oh but you both knew who was truly in charge, especially now that you sat on your knees in front of his increasingly growing erection.

"i've had enough of your smart ass mouth." sam grunted out when you began opening your mouth to speak again, how rude of him to interrupt you. "let me spe- mmph." uh oh looks like you finally set him off, the once dark green eyes that you loved so much were now a pitch black. the warden was in control now. "i said enough you stupid little bitch." he huffed out, making you squint your eyes just a tiny bit when smoke from his mask fanned into your face; you would've replied with something bratty but your jaw was currently being held shut in a bruising grip.

with one hand still holding your jaw shut sam began unzipping his pants with the other, keeping intense eye contact with you the whole time, saying that you were very much soaked in this very moment was a understatement. who knew sneaking around the prison would lead to you this? kneeled down in front of a pissed off warden who was currently stroking himself through his boxers, the imprint looked tight and uncomfortable.

a clicking sound brought your eyes away the wardens's bulge to his pitch black eyes, the clicking sound was his tongue, clicking at you like you were some kind of bitch that needed training. "eyes on me. don't move a fucking muscle." his command came out in a clipped tone, you simply nodded since you couldn't speak yet.

hungrily, you watched as sam took a few steps back from you, one hand still stroking his erection while the other moved up to detach his mask; he flexed his jaw a few times that earned you the sight of his fangs that you wanted sinking into your thighs. you watched the way his forked tongue flicked out to wet his lips then lift up into a knowing smirk that made your stomach do flips.

your back stiffened with anxious excitement when sam suddenly took several large strides towards you, capturing your jaw in another bruising grip before pulling you up into a kiss that he met halfway, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth made you moan in delight; you loved when he took charge without asking or even a blink of hesitation.

dizziness almost took over your senses as your body struggled to take in air, breathless muffled pants and moans falling from your swollen lips till sam pushed your face away with a harsh push, landing a smack hard smack on your jaw before standing back up to his full height. "look at me.", your obedience came quickly, eagerly looking up at him through your thick lashes, his grumble of approval was like music to your ears.

both of you kept eye contact as sam slowly pulled his boxers down, the fabric pooling around his ankles till he kicked them off. he now stood completely naked while you were still clothed in one of his oversized hoodies and a skirt. the difference between you two in clothing made sam click his tongue in disapproval, luckily for him he didn't have to tell you to strip since you were already stripping your skirt and damp panties off.

just like sam ordered you got back in the same position you were in before, resting on your knees with your hands on your thighs. sam nodded his head in approval then walked over to a switch and flicked it, loud shifting and rearranging of redstone filled the room till an opening opened up to reveal..a handmade sex machine with a dildo that looked exactly like the wardens cock, it even had the knot in the middle that you loved whenever it swelled up inside you.

oh my my, you were already highly into everything but now? you were buzzing with excitement. sam chuckled at your visible excitement, walking over to it with a proud smile on his handsome face. "like it? i built it myself." he proudly hummed out, patting the machine like he was giving a dog a good stomach pat. "crawl."

you should've felt humiliated or offended at his command, ordering you to crawl to him like some desperate whore, too bad that was exactly what you were. your eyes never left his pitch black ones as you slowly crawled towards him, every inch you crept made your walls clench around nothing. the moment you got close enough sam reached out to grab you by your hair, quickly pulling you the rest of the way and positioning you in front of the sex machine but there was still enough space for him to walk behind you and kneel down.

you didn't have time to ask him what he was doing, truthfully you had a pretty good idea what was about to go down and man did it make a new wave of wetness drip down your inner thighs. "oh.." you gasped out in delight, the feeling of the wardens forked tongue sliding up your inner thigh then stopping right at your spread slit had you shaking. "taste so good bunny.." his breath fanning against your pussy while his hands squeezed and groped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of your clenching hole. "so fucking beautiful."

"oh fuck.." you gasped out again, pushing back into sam's tongue that was gliding up and down your wet folds, flatly pressing down onto your clit before moving back to shove his tongue inside of you, pushing as deep as his tongue could get and it went deep, oh the benefits of dating a creeper hybrid was the abnormally long forked tongue, a dick that could knot, and two extra arms that were currently holding your trembling thighs apart as sam ate you out like a starved man. "oh! oh fuck right there." you whined out in a shaky voice, slightly bouncing on your knees to get extra friction; your orgasm coming embarrassingly fast.

sam moaned against your pussy loudly, feeling his hot breath and tongue against you sent you cartwheeling off the edge with a sob, with nothing to have a firm hold on you were left falling and falling till your body calmed down, your senses finally coming back to you once your vision cleared with a few blinks. sam had watched the entire thing like an hungry lion. "i wish you could see how ethereal you look whenever you come apart."

you hid the disappointed pout away from sam when you felt his warmth vanish from behind you, though that disappointment was short lived when sam reappeared in front of you with his cock held in one hand, his other three arms lazily resting. "open.". like always you immediately obeyed his command, lust overpowering your bratty urges. his dark eyes stayed locked on yours, watching you comfortably settle down on your knees and open your mouth with your tongue sticking out.

"good girl." he hummed out while slapping the tip of his pierced cock against your tongue, the wet noises of the impact making you grin up at him and let out a airy laugh. patience wasn't a strong trait for you and apparently neither was it for sam, one of his hands finding their way to your jaw the moment you closed your lips around his thick tip. hearing sam let out a pleasured hiss is the greatest thing to hear ever, it was a strange sound between an creeper and cat hiss but more scratchy than a usual hiss; you couldn't really explain it.

you took your time swirling your tongue around his tip and even flicking the tip of your tongue against his cock piercing, which earned a few more pleasured hisses from the warden that was now slightly hunched over you, the grip he had on your jaw tightening whenever you sucked on the side his him. the one thing you liked about giving blowjobs was taking your time but also making it sloppy. licking all the way down to his base then coming back up to give his tips kisses and sucks, pausing to spit onto dick before stroking him with both hands.

sam wasn't obnoxiously big in size, his seven inches was perfect and fit snuggly inside your walls. he was on the thick side, especially his girth that stretched you like to the max. sam sometimes liked pushing balls deep inside of you just to pull out and look at your stretched out hole before repeating it over and over again till you begged him to start fucking you again, he'd even do it in front of a mirror at your home so you could see how much he stretched you out.

dear god just thinking about how good he fucked you made you moan against him, opening your mouth wide to fit him inside your mouth. both of you simultaneously moaning out the moment the tip of him reached the back of your throat, sam's moan coming out more in a throaty groan as he fisted your hair in one of his hands. "shit." he panted out, his face scrunching up as he held you still; you knew that face, he was about to cum just from having his dick down your throat.

that boosted your ego so a lot, you so badly wanted to pull off and taunt him for it but the grip he had on your hair kept you from doing so. finally after a few short seconds of waiting sam released your hair and allowed you to take control again, your thoughts about wanting to taunt him pushed to the back of your mind as you began bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks and stroking his balls to give him extra stimulation.

there was a lot of things you loved about sam during sex and one of those were his moans that gradually turned whiny, of course sam being a prideful man always claimed that he was never whiny but right now in this very moment he was grunting, groaning, and yup you guessed it, whining like a whimpering puppy. you had so much control over this man and you loved it. you happily continued sloppily sucking and kissing on sam's cock till he pulled you away after with a strained grunt, he was about to cum yet again.

"on your hands and knees.". the power shift was immediate, his 'don't fucking disobey me right now' tone made your stomach do flips, your body obediently did what was demanded but your brain was fixing up some snarky comments to say to sam who was currently on the other side of the room, fishing out what looked like black leather handcuffs. for the first time ever you didn't dare speak as sam silently returned to you and locked your wrists together with the cuffs. "awfully quiet tonight huh?" he teased lightly.

in your defense it had been a very long time since sam took out the handcuffs and there was a sex machine right behind you, you could vaguely feel the silicon replica of your boyfriend's dick behind you. "nervous?" his tone was soft and if you looked up you knew you would see that the last traces of the warden was gone but not far behind, sam's familiar dark green eyes staring down at you with patience and concern.

pressing your lips into a thin line you mentally debated on telling him, you knew if you didn't answer he'd stop completely. making sure you we're okay, even during a rough sex session was one of sam's number one rule. "yeah i'm a bit nervous." you finally admitted while trying to hide your blush; sam's soft laugh in response to your admittance was comforting. "we'll start off slow don't worry."

you focused your attention to the cracks in the obsidian floor of the sam's office room, your ears sharply tuning in on the wet noises of lube being rubbed onto something, most likely the dildo behind you. even though you were a bit nervous to experiment with something new, you couldn't shake off the lustful buzzing that flowed throughout your body, that buzz of excitement making you more aroused.

you weren't prepared for the cold feel of a lube covered object to suddenly press against your folds, a startled gasp leaving you as your back arched up like an angry cat. the heat in your cheeks flaming down to your neck and stopping right past your collarbones as sam bursted out into laughter. "easy there its just a dildo." he'd snicker out. rolling your eyes at his snickering you slowly eased your body from its tensed up state, allowing sam to continue pushing the dildo inside of you till only the tip stretched you like.

there was nothing but silence for a few short moments then the sound of redstone springing alive filled your ears, a gasp leaving you once again when the dildo suddenly began thrusting halfway inside of you at a steady pace. "look at you." sam chuckled out lowly. "the machine just started and your face is already scrunching up in pleasure." it was true though no matter how much you didn't want to admit, your poor pussy had been painfully aching since the very beginning. you were desperate to feel something inside you again.

"let's scoot this up a bit shall we?" sam slowly edged the machine up just a slightly bit, the dildo now pushin deep inside of you with each thrust, the silicon balls of the dildo slapping against you added to the stimulation. you were dripping wet in seconds the lube only adding to your wetness, sam was completely forgotten now; steadying yourself with one hand you used your other hand to twist and pinch at your nipples, rolling and rocking your hips to your own rhythm. your gasping moans mixing sounds of the redstone busy working and the wet noises of the sex machine fucking you.

sam sat behind you in his office chair, one hand on a remote control and his other two hands eagerly strokinh himself, his hips bouncing up to audibly smack against palm of his hands. "arch your baby bunny." he'd groan out and you'd happily obligate to his orders, arching your back right as the machine picked up to an ungodly rough pace that left your lips parted in an 'o' shape and your eyes clenched closed. if only you had an pillow to grip onto for support, having nothing to grab onto left you defenseless to the beginnings of overstim. "harder." you whined out and harder the machine went with a simple push of a button from sam.

the small office was now filled with your moans and sam's groans, wet sloppy noises of his hands working his cock and your walls being slammed into. it was like a twisted erotic fairytail for adults come true. "please." you suddenly groaned out through gritted teeth, pushing back against the silicon dick so it slammed into your g-spot each time. "i'm-.." your sentence was cut off by your own loud moans, the hand on your breast audibly smacking down onto the obsidian floor. you didn't need to finish your sentence for sam to know what you meant, he had been holding off his own urge to cum ever since he was down your throat.

"sam please! please!" you continued to beg and beg for release, the tightening in your lower abdomen was nearing on painful; sam liked seeing you struggle though, he liked seeing you slowly chip away, and he liked seeing all the emotions fly across your face even though your eyes were clenched close in pleasure. you were nearly about to cry until sam uttered the words you'd been desperately clinging on. "cum." his command was the only thing you needed to break apart, a scream ripped from your throat as you came around the dildo that still ruthlessly thrusted into, your climax wasn't even finished yet you were already over stimulated, body shaking from the merciless machine that was making you see stars.

it felt like an eternity before the machine finally stopped its onslaught on your poor quivering walls, you took that moment of freedom to suck in shaky breaths and blink away the tears from your eyes. once you finally cleared your vision you had a clear view of sam standing over you. "open your mouth." he commanded, even through your blissed out mind you still found the mental strength to follow commands and open your mouth. eagerly watching the way the wardens large hands stroked himself, his thick brows furrowing until he threw he threw his head back with a groan and thick ropes of cum landed on your face and outstretched tongue.

you should definitely piss him off more.

i put my whole themussy into this, you're welcome shawty

#dreamsmp smut #x reader smut #mcyt smut #awesamdude smut #c!awesamdude smut

[reveltica]

his regrets and lost time

genre: angst (a bit of fluff too i guess)

characters: Zhongli, You, and Childe ( and maybe Damien from my Childe's series)

warnings: just some light cursing.

《 part ii

Zhongli was left stunned in Liuli Pavillion after you showed your anger towards him. And sure enough, that won't be the last of them. He watched you storm off, Childe looking for you when he returned, and immediately set off to look for you outside.

Again, he doesn't know how you two became friends without him knowing. Zhongli has been a long time associate of the Fatui and is fairly close with Childe. He would surely know how you two go acquainted. As soon as you left, Childe a second later, Zhongli decided to leave as well. Thinking that Childe would be kind enough to give him answers, he decided to head to the Northland Bank and wait for Childe there.

Zhongli was at the bottom of the stairs going up the bank when he looked up and caught sight of you two...fairly close to each other. He was quiet, not much emotion shown on his calm face but his mind was reeling. It was strange for him to see you with someone else, especially since you were always with him before and today was the first time you two met again after your break up.

He didn't bother with that unfamiliar feeling and simply walked up the stairs, hearing the door of the bank shut. He was about to open the door wide when he heard you....talk about him.

"I don't like him. I don't like him at all. In fact, I hate him."

Childe looked at you and cocked his head to the side. "Why not? What's not to like about Mr. Zhongli?"

You groaned and clasped your hands together. "Alright, I should probably tell you my history with that old man. He probably never even have told you about me when you were here a few months back."

"If you're ready to share, I'm here to listen." Childe gently urged you. You breathed in and out, ready to spill your guts and maybe a few tears. You told him about how Zhongli became unfaitjful to you throughout your relationship. How he would make small comments about his past partner and would often times subtly compare you to Guizhong.

How you would even dare to change yourself and appearance just to fit his standards. And how he didn't even feel an ounce of regret or remorse of how he treated you.

All the while you were rambling, Childe's expression went dark. For he knew exactly what this was. For he had experienced the same. For he had cheated on his past lover and suffered greatly afterwards, even if they reconciled.

"He cheated, huh?"

"Yes! Ugh...I swear. Argh!" you just couldn't even comprehend your anger. "But you should also need to talk to him sooner." Childe added and you were left in shock. Didn't he just heard your rambling?! What did he not understand?

"What are you going on about?! I'm not gonna go out there and talk to him. I can't stand hi—"

"I didn't mean it like that. You can always scream and say all the nasty things you've always wanted to say to him. Punch him once or twice even, if that'll help you. A little anger talking might help you move on." Childe said, patting a reassuring hand on your head, and you calmed down.

His argument has a good point. At least all of your bottled up emotions would be let out. Negative or not, it should be let out and be heard or else it'll eat you up inside. You sighed and chewed the inside of your cheek. "Alright, fine. But not now, I am too bothered."

"Sure thing. Run along now, I still have work for the afternoon. Same place later? Don't be late now."

"Pfff, of course I won't. When have I ever been late?"

"Uh..just earlier?" he teased with a quirked eyebrow. "Oh yeah, right." you've exit the building, leaving Childe perplexed. He never would've thought that his good friend Zhongli could ever do such a thing. Still, there's a lot to not know about him, considering he was an ex-Archon and thousands of years old adeptus.

It's not hisplace to poke his nose into, but he sure hopes he could at least hear about this from the man himself. Zhongli, however, stepped aside from the doorway to let you out.

Of course, you hate him. Loathed him for what he had done. He never knew how much damage he had caused. Its getting harder to face you now and talk things out. Usually, he wouldn't care as much of what his acquaintances or close friends think of him. For time will only pass and make those memories fade from their minds. But with you, he's having a hard time.

——

Zhongli asked Childe if he could assist him on befriending you, using the lie that you had conjured up yesterday at the pavilion.

Childe, who had learnt everything from you, was quite reluctant. He doesn't want to let Zhongli know that he knew about your history with the ex-Archon. In fact, Childe doesn't think its right for him to meddle too, but as a friend of you both, he'd also want you and Zhongli to make amends and move on, especially when he could see that you're still somehow stuck in the past.

So Childe just lets Zhongli know the basics of you. What you like and don't like, when's your birthday, your age, your favorite food, color, you know the general stuff. Zhongli thought that these informations were quite mediocre and wouldn't satisfy his questions. Childe frowned and shrugged, saying that he should find the rest of the answers himself, he is a good listener after all. In time, Zhongli learnt about what you really liked and who you really are. A headstrong person with a lot of dedication and determination to achieve one's ambition. A perfect candidate to be given a Geo Vision, honestly.

He learnt that you wouldn't take any bullshit from others and would fight them if the situation calls for it. He saw you fight with Childe in mock battles, you were almost rivaling him in strength. You were loud on your beliefs and opinion. Insights and intellect oozing out of you. You would also consider others thoughts about a matter and negotiate to get a result that would satisfy and benefit you and the opposing party.

You were different. So different.

He wasn't used to this side of yours. Only, he never did met this side at all. He only knew of the "quiet, elegant, and peaceful" (Name) that he had dated a few months prior.

And he realized that, he never even gave you a chance to be who you are for him. With him.

He was so hung up on the idea of a perfect lover. Who could resemble Guizhong in every way. She was, indeed, perfect for him. But when he is starting to "meet" the real you, he's starting to waver. He wants to know more of you and be with you more. Until slowly, without him knowing, he wants to be part of your life again.

——

Childe would often let Zhongli tag along with your small adventures into the wilderness of Liyue. At first you were reluctant and were almost screaming at Childe to say no. But with him there by your side, you honestly don't mind the extra company Zhongli provides.

Over time, Zhongli tries to strike up conversations with you along the way. You would give half-hearted answers or short, vague ones instead.

Now, Zhongli is a patient man and he could spend a thousand years to earn your trust again. But seeing how close you and Childe were, he couldn't help but feel an unbearable ache within his chest. He couldn't help but think that there must be something already going on between you too.

He notices how Childe would act ahead of time whether its getting something you'd like to eat or drink, or finish a thought you voiced out. You two were loud and proud and chaotic, but the other would sometimes be the anchor to ground and calm the other one down.

In other words, you two were perfect for each other. And Zhongli felt so out of place even though you and Childe were making him feel included. Yes, you're starting to warm up to him, taking Childe's advice in mind, you would talk to him when you feel like you're ready.

——

One day, the three of you were strolling throught the busy streets of Liyue, and just in time for the Lantern Rite festival! There were a lot of stalls that sell food, lanterns, fireworks, and other stuff you would find in a festival stall.

Childe had led you and Zhongli to a shop that sells jewelries with intricate designs embedded with beautiful gems. This piqued Zhonglis attention, for he wants to gift you something. You three looked through the shop until Childe scurried towards the counter where Zhiqiao was. Childe, whisperng something to the young lady, making her giggle and nod at something he had said.

You narrowed your eyes a bit and looked down at the beautiful hair pin in hand. Somehow, that exchange irked you. Hurt you maybe, made your vision go all wavy and blurry. Your mind immediately going to an area where vouces are telling you that men really preferred elegant and mature people. You chewed on your bottom lip, gripping the poor hair pin.

You were pulled out of your trance when a gentle hand touched your shoulder. It was Zhongli.

"Are you feeling alright (Name)?" he asked softly. You looked up at his dazzling golden eyes, the very same eyes you fell in love with before. You sighed and shook your head, looking back down at the jewelries in display. "Oh, it's nothing. I'm alright." you replied.

Zhongli nodded slowly, feeling as if it wasn't enough. "If there is anything that troubles you, you could always count on me—" he stopped when he saw you just staring at him with half lidded eyes. It was like telling him that you don't even take him seriously.

But you smiled and huffed out. "Of course, thanks Zhongli, I'll keep that in mind."

It was soft yet the smile didn't reach your eyes, but he could feel the genuinity in it. Its small, yet it had a large impact in him. You may not show it, but you do appreciate his concern and is very hapoy with him lending his help. Although a bitter side of you wished that he showed this much kindness when you two were still dating.

"(Name)! Would you come here over for a second?" Childe called out, making you and Zhongli turn your heads towards him.

"Oh, what's the matter?" you asked, now standing beside him. Zhiqiao—the young lady behind the counter— had procured a box of special design. Of which it seemed to be crafted by Snezhnayan standards. You were astonished when she handed it over to you. "Master Childe had commissioned us to make these for you. Luckily I have a partner who is very famliar of Snezhnayan designs."

Hearing her explanation, Childe nudged you by the arm. "Come on, open it."

You nodded slowly, still confused and surprised at the arrangement. Is it a gift for you? Obviously but, what did you do to have this privilege?

Your hands then skimmed through the surface, the glossy mahogany wood is smooth to the touch. Then you opened it, and all you could is are sparkles. In front of you was a brooch in a shape of what seems to be a flower. The casing were gold and the gems used were of the color blue that when light reflects, it would turn to violet.

Your eyes widened with such admiration of how beautiful the brooch was. The flower was very beautiful yet unfamiliar, maybe a Snezhnayan flower you've never heard of.

"Oh Childe, it's very beautiful. It really is and I'm honestly at a loss for words. For once." you joked, making the people around you chuckle at your remark.

"But, this flower. I haven't seen it before."

Childe inhaled a large intake of air and exhaled it in a short breath. He knew of this flower oh so well. He knew it from when it was discovered and shown to the public. He knew how popular this flower became back home. For he knew oh so well who found this wonderful specimen.

His best friend. And their lover, Damien.

Remembering the origin of this flower and how it came to be was bittersweet, that had now turned into a very happy one. He learnt a lot during those times. Felt a lot of emotions and let go of certain things in a good way. Just remembering this brought a soft smile to his face.

His gloved hands slowly reached for the accessory and admired its beauty. "I say, Mr. Krosl did a magnificent job on this piece. Makes me want to commission in this shop again in the future." he smirked playfully, directing it towards the oblivious you.

"This is a flower that could only live through the cold. My best friend discovered it along with another person when they were exploring the Snezhnayan Alps. And they named it Irelia."

You watched as Childe explained to you and Zhongli about the origins of this flower. The two were talking, Zhongli asking questions while Childe answer. All you could think about was how Childe looked at the pin fondly, as if remembering a distant memory. A bittersweet look in his eyes tells you a lot, of how you also looked at certain things that would remind you of your past love with Zhongli.

Could Childe also had a past lover and still couldn't get over them? Best friend....could it be them? When he mentioned them, he seemed to deflate. These were the thoughts running through your head.

You were always a keen observer. Its handy during these times but would also plant numerous questions in your mind.

Zhongli in the other hand was very fascinated at the flower. Never in his thousands of years roaming through Teyvat and living a number of lifetimes has he ever seen such a beautiful flora.

"What did they intend for the meaning behind this flower?" Zhongli asked, making Childe fluster for a bit, not really expecting for him to ask. He really intended for only you to know, but with his curious friend over here who is eager to know, who was he to turn him down?

"First love."

Everyone, most especially you, were struck with surprise at his answer (minus Zhiqiao, for she was very giddy at the scene taking place). Your mind was running beyond through normal speeds of thinking and overthinking. What does he mean?! Wh-what?! First love????

Zhongli, however, stood frozen. As if his feet turned to literal rocks that had grounded him to the floor. What....does he mean by first love? Is this his confession to (Name)?

Luckily, Childe composed himself and quickly added "Well, at least that's what my friend told me the meaning was. I only made Miss Zhiqiao and Mr. Krosl make this pin for (Name) because I thought it would be neat to gift them something my very own best friend discovered."

Yes, smooth Childe.

You blinked and later on giggled at his response, making Childe feel light inside, Zhongli sighing in relief in secret. Nevertheless, you loved his gift and appreciated the thought of him gifting you something precious to him.

"Would you look at that, I gave you a pin from Liyue and you gave me a brooch from your home country. It really is lovely, thank you Childe." you said, while putting it on your shirt. You smiled at him happily, feeling your own cheeks burn in delight.

It definitely looked good on you.

Childe smiled back, adoring how you looked. That is until he remembered of one person who was with them this whole time.

Zhongli!

"Oh shoot! I'm sorry Mr. Zhongli, I forgot to make one for you too. Ah! how about you pick something from the store and I'll pay for it. How's that deal?" Childe said, trying not to feel guilty.

Zhongli shook his head and just smiled at his friend. "Oh, it's quite alright. Thank you for the offer Childe." and with this, Childe breathed out in relief. "So! Mr. Zhongli, what would you like to buy? A brooch? A pin? Or maybe a necklace or a pair of earrings for a special woman, ehhh?" he teased.

"That's not quite necessary Childe, a brooch would just suffi—"

"Oh, here. I found the perfect one." you suddenly spoke up, making the two men look at your way.

You held up a hair pin. Its metal in the color gold with a glaze lily on the top as its primary design. It was very beautiful and elegant looking, you thought that this must be quite a popular item in this shop and among the ladies.

"This is perfect for him. A glaze lily hair pin. I'm sure he could gift this to someone he adores as well. It's beautiful, elegant yet simple. Besides, this is his favorite flower." you said without missing a beat.

Childe perked up at what you said, definitely a perfect sudden gift for his good friend. However, Zhongli felt like his stomach dropped. Yes, glaze lilies were important to him and is definitely a precious flower to him.

It was Guizhongs symbol.

One, he definitely worshipped and praised all day, everyday in your relationship. He made you wear clothes that resembles its colors, like Guizhongs. He made you wear it on your hair as well, like Guizhong.

He couldn't help but feel rather hurt that you would suggest that for him as a gift with such a monotonous voice and cold eyes directed towards him. Should he be happy? For you know his tastes? Should be happy from the adjectives you used to describe it along with him?

Normally, he should. But now, he is sure it would only remind him of how much he had hurt you before. "Here you are Mr. Zhongli, our gift to you." Childe said with a smile, handing the rectangular case that boxed the pin inside.

"Yes, please take it. I hope you like it." it was your turn to speak.

Zhongli looked at Childe and back at you, his vision lingered on yours. He felt horrible every passing moment he's in that store, all he wants is to reject the hair pin and pick something else. Maybe something that closely resemble to yours or your favorite flower. Childe noticed Zhongli wavering, so he nudged his hand to get his attention, making the man jump in surprise.

"Won't you take it? (Name) especially picked it up for you." he asked innocently. Zhongli looked back at you. You were just staring at him, and not saying anything at all. In defeat he just sighed and took the gift, putting on a practiced smile. "Thank you (Name), Childe. I would treasure this gift."

"Nice, well—" fireworks interrupted Childes sentence, and you immediately ran outside. "Ah! theres a fireworks demonstration by the pier, lets go check it out!"

"Alright, coming! Come on Zhongli, wouldn't want to miss the fireworks." Childe hyped up, clearly excited for the fireworks, it is his first Lantern Rite after all. "It isn't the day for the main event yet, you'll see more small firework demonstrations in the following days."

"Oh, so what? It would still be exciting to see one, even if its small."

"Hurry up you two! it's almost over!" you bellowed outside.

"Uh, you two go on ahead. I still want to look at the displays here." Zhongli said, trying to excuse himself because at first, he felt as if he was interrupting something between you two. "Well, if you say so. Just look for us at the pier if you're done here. Oh and if you do want to buy something else, just put it under my tab."

"Yes, of course."

With a heavy heart, he watched you and Childe run, hand in hand, towards the pier. "Ahh, those two are quite something." he heard Zhiqiao speak, basically cooing.

——

Zhongli trodded through the shop slowly, looking at difderent displays of jewelry, while trying to tune out what Zhiqiao said and what happened earlier. He should've seen this one coming, of course you would still be bitter of the last, what was he thinking?! That he thought that everything between you two is good and he could try and wriggle his way back into your life?

"Hello again Mr. Zhongli, have you seen something that might interest you?"

"Yes, I'd like to purchase this."

Zhiqiao looked at the item and smiled at him. "I'll pack it right away. Would you like me to put under Master Childes tab?"

"Ah yes, if you please." he replied curtly. Zhiqiao got into work and wrapped tge item delicately on its own box. She wrote a receipt and gave it to Zhongli, together wth the box he purchased.

"One purple hyacinth necklace for Zhongli. Thank you for shopping."

last part 》

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a/n: •Damien is a character from mu previous Childe fic.

• Zhiqiao and Mr. Krosl are characters from Yanfei's story quest.

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[oblivious-nuisance]

ꨄ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑

↳ includes: childe, zhongli, kaeya, diluc

a/n: oh to be waking up next to these pretty men... 😭🤲 hhh i'm blushing these BOYS I SWEAR—

warnings: mentions of intercourse, a little bit suggestive here and there ahem zhongli's and diluc's gn!reader, soft soft soft!!

— getting lost into his scent and his sheets was not how the night was supposed to go. and yet, you cannot fathom untangling your limbs from his. not when he sleeps so peacefully next to your own bare form, hair framing his fetching face, his eyelids fluttering from time to time, his long eyelashes dancing atop his cheeks. tartaglia's slender arms remain unmoving from around your figure, giving it the slightest squeeze and you sigh dreamily;

"sweet ajax, what have you done to me..."

— you are slowly awakened by a hum and the feeling of warm hands rubbing the sore muscles of your shoulders. you're stunned for a moment, only to feel him palm at your tense spots, and you immediately sink against the matress, welcoming his touch contentedly. you turn your head around to look at the man above you, palms busy with handling the scented oil he's using on your skin. zhongli notices and he smiles pleasantly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your temple. you giggle, not being able to help the pert remark leaving your swollen lips:

"have i ever told you how skilled you are with your hands, morax?"

— it is his touch, rather than his words that stir you from your slumber, but you nonetheless opt to keep your eyelids shut, basking in the feel of his calloused tips tracing over your knuckles gently, carefully, as if you'd break. he thinks you're asleep, making sure he can get all vulnerable around you, although he tested the waters as well, all while you clung to him the night before. at some point you decide to work your fingers in–between his, interlocking them delicately as you pull him towards you, your breath on the shell of his ear as you start whispering:

"tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours, kaeya, darling."

— one turn is all it takes to make you realise that the other side of your bed is beginning to lose warmth, and you open your eyes with hurry, only to be met with a shy pair of crimson hues, looking down on your bare body from the edge of the matress. diluc is unsure of what to do, of how to behave and of how to express how much the prior night means to him. it all starts to play back in his head, every scene and every memory enhanced; his soul was simply ignited by your presence, his heart daring to beat faster at your touch, his palms getting clammy with every choked gasp you let out while he was— luckily, you pull him out of his toughts with a single graze against his cheek, a sincere plead crumbling his resolve faster than he would've wished;

"please stay with me a little longer, master diluc."

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