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teopatra · 6 months

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What makes you pretty? Pick a pile/card (PAC)

Teehee happy libra ♎️ season, the prettiest season

Top left: mulatto // bottom left: justa (@justuh-IG)

Top right: crystal westbrooks // bottom right: chan (@trapezoidmouth-IG)

“On October 3rd, he asked me what day it is…”🤭

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Latto🖤🤍 (top left)

🖤keywords: glam, mixed , clean cut, dark feminine, vixen, sports illustrated

🤍I checked on Latto’s chart and her sun is 0° Capricorn and she has a lot of Sagittarius, Capricorn, and Aquarius influence. what makes you pretty off first glance is the size or shape of your bum bum lol it’s very plump and your skin and lips are soft looking. This makes people want to touch you and if you happen to attract people who are coarser with you or [TW] stalker-y then that’s why. The shade of your complexion also makes you pretty also.

🖤 You are probably considered getting work done to some part of your body or you could have already gotten work done; if not, then this is your sign. Whether the work you seek to get done to your body is cosmetic or not, you want to improve your body for your mental or physical health. You like to stay healthy and focus on beauty a lot.

🤍 you have very stern, strong, and structured features like a very nice smile, nice teeth, white teeth, or dimples. You may have a square shaped face or a heart shaped face with a small forehead or widows peak.

🖤 dark hair probably looks best on your but diff hair shades suit you and you can really pull off any color. If you like to wear your hair down it’s very feminine and gives me typical cheerleader trope with flowy or bouncy hair. If you wear your hair up it accentuates your ears, neck, and shoulders

🤍 what makes you even prettier than most not to compare but you’re a chamelon. With the theme of Lotto this is fitting because her stage name USED to be Mulatto but the term is technically derogatory, but the meaning is a mixed race person. Even tho I’ve mentioned multiple or specific races in other piles, n this group the mixing of energies makes you able to pull off multiple aesthetics. You’re definitely ambiguous and most of you are mixed, but not all of you. For those of you who are full breed you probably have a feature that isn’t likened to your race for example if you’re black you may have really fine or straight hair maybe even a very loose curl pattern. I’m even getting some of you are bald maybe you are diagnosed from alopecia (at first I said suffer from alopecia, but I changed it bc although this is a disease that is hard to deal with , I don’t want to use the word suffer bc you are so inspiring and influential to others despite the hardship you endure with this health challenge. Stay strong loves you’re very beautiful.)

🖤 what makes you pretty is your ability to control your emotions and think rationally. Being focused and goal oriented are traits that can make you prettier bc people can see that you take yourself seriously. You are able to make something out of nothing and even n the toughest situations you know what to do. Your resourcefulness makes you pretty bc it shows your wit and survival skills. You’re an innovative person in the way you maneuver thru life and you don’t rely on others to make things happen for you

🤍 what makes you pretty is how sought after you are. A lot of people demand your presence and want to be around you; most finding you to be attractive, but even if they aren’t looking to seek you romantically, a lot of them want to work with you just to have a reason to be around you. In matters of a classroom environment, others may want you to be their partner or study with them. Being around you gives others confidence and makes them feel important bc of how pretty you are. It sounds shallow only to a small minded person bc your beauty is of God’s craft. Your features are sharp yet symmetrical, making you a model of many facets.

🖤 your jaw line makes you pretty which makes me think of mercurial energy like people watch your mouth when you talk or people love your teeth and if you see people looking at your mouth during a conversation that’s why lol don’t feel awkward about it. People hang onto your every word lol you may have an accent and even tho you’re pretty you speak sternly and alot of times you tend to be sarcastic and people may find this intimidating bc they can’t tell if you’re serious or playing. they don’t know when to laugh lmao you make people feel awkward bc you have queen energy that’s like when she says jump I’m supposed to jump but idk how high to jump and I don’t want to look stupid lol. People are not afriad of you bc they feel comfortable in your energy but their afraid of how you may perceive them. People can’t help but compare themselves to you but in a good way, like if you wear a bow in your hair then when someone goes to the mall and sees sowmthing similar to what you wore like that bow they’ll get it just bc it reminds them of you and how pretty it looked when you wore it. You have that “effect”.. idk if I’m supposed to use affect or effect lol

🤍 but that’s another reason why people find you pretty bc even tho you take life seriously you don’t take YOURSELF too seriously. You’re effortlessly pretty like yea you like to dress cute and look put together, but honestly you don’t try too too hard. You’re a very simple girl but you’re about your business. It may make you sad sometimes that you may make jokes but you have dad humor so it goes over a lot of peoples heads lol. You’re especially pretty to people a lot older than you bc of your maturity and wisdom and those a lot younger than you bc you give them cougar energy even tho you’re not that old ( you could be), but to them if they were to have a crush on an “older” (than them) women you would be that gworl.

Xoxo

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Justa 💕 (bottom left)

💕keywords: shapes, coquette, dainty, fairy, girly, (divine) feminine, pink, fresh, spring, winter

💕 pretty Justa is a libra sun and she is Indonesian and black. But what makes you pretty is your charm, wit, and feminine energy. When you’re pretty but not intimidating yet alluring n a way that draws people in bc you’re down to earth it hypnotizes people. You probably are clumsy or may move kind of fast, you’re the type to stubble or drop something when you’re walking out the door but don’t get it twisted you’re ALWAYS prepared. You are a triple threat (song, dance, AND act model as well) and that makes you pretty bc your talents are your hobbies and your favorite things so you shine.

💕 you’re just a girl (no pun intended) and this makes you even prettier bc to men you’re like a damsel in distress and you may or may not realize this but you attract the same gender as well even if those people aren’t normally attracted to their own gender, but it’s something about you like siren energy that gets people lost in your eyes. You have a seductive quality without trying but it’s the way the tone of your voice rises and falls. Your voice probably doesn’t match your face and that makes you pretty too bc it’s a shock factor and makes people hooked to your every word.

💕 you have no problem tapping into your dark feminine energy it’s giving me Xtina and old school 90s video vixens who are just hot for existing. Everyone wants to look like you but they can’t seem to do it quite like you bc of the features you possess esp if you’re mixed with multiple things and if you aren’t I’m hearing it’s your eyes, you probably have cute little eye bags not the scary dark ones lol but the plump ones like a baby that give you an innocent quality. How can you be so innocent, fresh, and young looking, yet sexy and seductive at the same time.

💕 you combat your sexiness by wearing girly girly stuff like coquette theme and you don’t show too much skin for the most part you’re actually modest but you give a little tease like an off the shoulder shirt revealing your collar bone or a deep plunge revealing your cleavage and bust line, or a skirt with a slit or cam micro mini revealing thigh (tbh you prob love short skirts but wear tights or leggings under) . What makes you pretty is that people would take your Instagram pictures to their cosmetologist, esthetician, or surgeon as reference. I’m getting even trans or boys who want to identify as women want to look like you bc you’re the epitome of pretty but not mainstream pretty. You have an exotic look that was probably too sexy for mainstream media, pop culture, and magazines. Some of you either have dark features OR the opposite like striking blonde hair and blue eyes and if not you could potentially look great with the opposite like if you have dark hair you’d look just as pretty with highlights or colored contacts.

💕 it’s almost scary the type of pretty you are bc people can’t help but stare at you to the point it’s rude but the way you look people have never witnessed before. Have you ever seen a gorgeous person n public randomly and it gave you a boost of energy or confidence like wow I’m n the same room as that person we must have sowmthing n common. What also makes you pretty are your mannerisms, if you’re a clutz while you’re rushing out the door, once you get yourself together I’m seeing you being very calm and controlled almost too controlled which is another reason they stare bc they can’t tell if you’re real even tho it’s quite obvious you aren’t a mannequin lol but you aren’t seen on your phone too much n public, when you’re alone you take lots of selfies and that makes you pretty bc of the self archives you have. You may do your own photo shoots n private for your socials and it’s like you have an arsenal. You probably wear a lot of black and or white with accents of pink or blue. You dramatize doll makeup with lash extensions or loads or mascara, lip plumper, and blush to make you seem flushed or embarrassed.

💕the mannerisms you posses that make you pretty are your ability to stand up straight and very still for long periods of time bc most likely you’re very focused on your surroundings taking n the ambience while others are taking you in as well. This gives me high priestess vibes bc you’re able to bask n the moment and be very present and understand the spiritual significance of the moment in time you’re in. People can see this wisdom and innate understanding when they look at you bc they see your gears moving.

💕 you look like a little doll but people don’t feel the urge to possess you or dominate you, men ofc would love to have you like a little girl would love to have a pretty doll on her shelf, but you have strong Yang energy or feminine energy that makes a man want to be balanced with you. You make men straighten up or fix their hair or clothes, you can make the manliest man blush or have sweaty palms and even stumble over his words bc there’s a depth to your eyes yet looking into them is almost like looking into the eyes of a porcelain doll. You’re often very hard to read and this makes you pretty bc nowadays a lot of girls can give off pick me energy and have no mystery to them. You aren’t overly mysterious but there’s more to you that meets the eye and it’s apparent that you’re talented in the arts whether it be that you’re a great vocalist, maybe even a poet or public speaker.

💕 it makes you pretty that you’re very involved whether that be n the community or taking your hobbies serious as in professionally. If you’ve considered going to art or fashion school or moving to a major city that’s known for music or fashion then do that bc it’s a part of your destiny. I’m seeing that wearing half up half down is very pretty on you. Your hair may be very straight and hard to curl I seen you have tried to curl it but it takes lots of products and afterwards your hair just feels heavy and greasy and all you wanna do is wash it and start over with a fresh flowy blowout. If you’re considering dying your natural hair maybe try weave alternatives first like a wig or tape ins. Esp if you’re into theatre and acting skits, don’t change your look too drastically bc with todays resources you can get a nice makeover without it being permanent.

💕 I’m skipping around about here n this group but back to community involvement, this makes you pretty bc it shows you’re not selfish like most pretty people are assumed to be. You don’t just have a maternal nature but you also have a leadership quality that allows people to trust you, you’re almost like an angel to people bc not only are you pretty but you’re sweet as molasses. You have a strong personality and this makes you pretty bc it shows that you know what you want and where you’re headed, you’re a one (wo)man band who doesn’t mind involving others along for the ride. You may have not been Regina George popular but you’re popular n the way that everyone knows you and they don’t mind indulging n a quick chat with you every few passings. You’re really pretty in jeans and boots. Esp winter and fall apparel like a winter American girl dollie lol

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Crystal 💙 (top right)

💙 keywords: passionate, resourceful, loved, loving, gentle, flower child, bohemian

💙 she is mixed with black, Native American, Mexican, creole, and some Asian descent. She is a Pisces sun but I mistook her for a cancer. When I looked at her chart she had a LOT of fire energy which I was slightly surprised by because on her social media she doesn’t usually talk or SAY much she’s more of a re-poster.

💙 it’s pretty when you try to tan or go outside in the sun bc for some reason your face may not tan much or stay tan for long but the rest of your body including your neck stays darker than your face

💙 if your hair is big that is bold and makes you stand out even if you’re introverted or shy and you may always wonder why people talk to you when you may not feel mentally prepared to engage in conversation but your hair draws people in if you were ever wondering. The thickness or length of your hair makes people want to get a closer look bc of the contrast from your hair color and pale face. Browns and blondes can look the best on you whereas darker colors like black hair and dark browns can make you looked washed out.

💙 you may not wear a lot of makeup which makes you extremely pretty bc you probably indulge in a lot of skincare or maybe you wear makeup that looks so natural as if you’re not wearing any like a boy beat makeup look that isn’t full coverage but accentuates your natural beauty features, try to only wear mascara, lip gloss and stain, and blush. There’s almost no color match for your skin youd have to mix at least 2 or more shades to get your right skin match bc you have different undertones esp once you go out in the sun. This could be due to you being multiple ethnicities.

💙 your mouth is pretty expect people probably never see your teeth bc don’t smile with them and you could be shy about showing your teeth or being overly expressive. Having too many emotions in public can make you feel embarrassed which is cute to others bc it makes you come off as mysterious. You remind me of tangled how her hair is always in your face, your hair is like a curtain shielding and protecting you from the outside world but ofc that only makes people more curious

💙 I feel like tones of chestnut brown like Ariana grande brown hair tone or auburn and reds suit you, also maybe thinner or natural brows. Try mascara instead of lashes and if you don’t wear either mascara could elevate your natural beauty and maybe even brown eyeliner instead of black. Your hair could be prettier up and off of your shoulders and out of your face either like a messy bun/updo or a pineapple style.

💙 you look pretty when you show your legs or arms and people pay attention to your hands as well they’re very dainty and maternal as if you give good massages or people daydream of you playing n their hair 😆.. try a French manicure or a clear polish and if you don’t do polish do not bite your nails start carrying around a nail file instead and give your nails a square or almond shape. You look pretty n neutrals like browns and beiges. Gold jewelry also accentuates your beauty but necklaces instead of earrings. The type of pretty you are is you’re extremely naturally beautiful but accessories take away from that and it clashes. For the most part if you already don’t do too much n that aspect then this is confirmation.

💙 side note this isn’t about physical feature but it’s makes you more attractive that you aren’t seen around large groups unless it’s for family. I see you probably are a loner who likes to eat at restaurants alone and read or scroll on your phone and you enjoy your own company. This makes you pretty bc it gives off self assurance and that you aren’t caught up in the joneses of clout chasing and trying to be seen amongst the cool crowds, instead you walk alone and people-watch. Although you’re reserved, around the right folks you’re deff goofy and that makes you pretty bc since you’re so quiet for the most part you’re seen having fun giggling at those around you which makes you down to earth and trustworthy. Girl you’re fine asf and you prob like vintage or thrift shopping. I see a very old Hollywood when you dress up but mix and match in your daily dress like a soccer jersey that’s from the little boys section or that you tied n the back with a rubber band and some sports shorts and maybe doc margins, vans, or ballet flats. You’re so girly and cutesy, but dress like a tomboy sometimes even tho you aren’t and people know this bc you’ll carry around a dainty purse and probably rock shades when you’re out bc you have something with your eyes like astigmatism lol it reminds me of how Ariana Grande is always squinting bc she can’t see LOL that makes you pretty tho xoxo

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Chantel💟@trapezoidmouth (bottom right)

💟 keywords: soft, dainty, warm tones, pastels, versatile, round and petite features but feminine and curvy physique, sparkly, sensual

💟 Chan is a Sagittarius sun, I’m not sure her chart details but she has a very curvy yet petite frame and a small shaped face which is typically attributed with the planet mercury.

💟 you could have a way with words and thing things that you say and or the way you say them makes people laugh. You’re witty, yet down to earth so you know how to crack a GOOD joke, even if you’re not trying to. Due to your dry humor, sacrastic tone, social ques, and emotional intelligence you have a personality and intellect that people don’t come across everyday. You’re like a fictional sitcom character with a really good script. From a pretty lady like yourself …

💟 you’re a doll to where people want to dress you. You may not know this but in the traditional old fashioned way that women would be spotted by industry talent agencies bc they wanted to see that particular person in their clothing brand or representing their label is because of look that person had. You are very editorial and a fantasy/traditional Victoria’s Secret vibes to those wanting to dress you but not in a trendy way rather a trendsetting way. For example when new Bratz would have edgy and over the top outfits that you didn’t see everyday and you’re prob the person that experiments with clothing and have always done so by putting together pieces in a cool way which breaks the mold and makes others more comfortable with being quirky in their dressing instead of waiting for mainstream media to give the “ok” with particles looks first. Just as much as people love to see you wear the most high fashion they imagine what you’d look like nude as well.

💟 I see you having a defined back or an arched back or even back dimples. If you have wide hips or love handles this makes you pretty bc it gives the child bearing appearance that makes you seem more maternal. Being more maternal means you’re caring and people can see this in your eyes as well. Your eyes could be intimidating and I feel like you don’t mske a lot of eye contact with people in person. People are not offended by this bc you give off the energy that you’re always busy doing something or too busy for the convo. Most people would find this rude, but with you people are happy to just be in your presence or even be seen within feet or you bc you’re so gorgeous.

💟 if you have an uneven skin tone or discoloration (vitiligo, tan, sun spots, freckles, hyperpigmentation) it’s very pretty and some people may try to hyper focus in on how many hues you have or compare and contrast the different shades of your skin tone. The people who get close enough to you to analyze you (as they always do you may just not notice it) try to inspect small things about you that they could remember later to help them visualize you after you leave bc people crush on you hard . People could notice when you get goosebumps and that turns them on bc that very human nature makes you feel more personified even tho to people you are a fantasy or a fictional character in the flesh

💟 Jessica rabbit, Lola bunny, and Betty boop are all vibes you remind people of due to the pure innocent nature of the feminine needing masculine energy to counterbalance.. men view them as fragile and weak to where they could overtake them or almost pick them up and take them away and even tho you may be dainty or petite, people wouldn’t dare harm you bc they assume that there are lots of strong masculine figures in your life bc your demeanor exudes that. And even if that isn’t the case, there is a masculine ancestor or spirit guide who is fighting for you on the spiritual plane to protect you. Even tho you a divine feminine, your masculine and feminine qualities are balanced.

💟 aside from your face and body frame, your limbs particularly make you pretty, it’s the way they move when you talk or walk, like water. (Tyla) you’re prettiest in clothing that accentuate your body no matter your frame as long as the skin is covered for example a body con, or long sleeve, or a skims type dress, or all black leggings and title neck with long riding boots and cute accessories. Obvi you’re hot no pun intended (from being clothed head to toe LOL jk) in anything you wear but you’re most attractive n that style bc it accentuates your limbs. Particularly your hands are slender and men could imagine what your hand would look like with a wedding ring. If men grab your feet when you’re chatting with your crush on the couch it’s bc you have cute toes. Your teeth are pretty and white, but continue to take care of your gum health and whiten your teeth more to charm men.

💟 long wavy hair is pretty on you if you haven’t tried it I would suggest that in maybe extensions or a wig BUT if you want to do something different try curly and super short and if you’re thinking abo it chopping your hair off then this is a sign, the pixie length with your dainty facial features would eat downnnn. As far as makeup peach tones, browns, and golds will bring out your complexions and undertones in your skin. Also I see wavy hairstyles are pretty on you as well

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Ps this is a LATE libra ♎️ season post 🤭 oopsie happy Scorpio ♏️ season xoxo 💋

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tojisun · 8 months

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pretty when i cry

recom miles quaritch x fem na’vi reader x olo’eyktan jake sully

!! smut - minors dni; pwp; threesome (p in v & oral); dacryphilia; size difference; hinted age gap (not really mentioned much because focus is on the size diff); power imbalance; extended foreplay (fingering); purity kink; corruption kink; dumbification; manhandling; slight exhibition kink; daddy kink; breeding kink; creampie; squirting; slight belly bulge; na’vi and english petnames; mean tease jake and quaritch; mutual possessiveness; switching povs // 5.7k words

: i wrote this when i was well-rested from my vacation and it exploded into this behemoth of a smut fic wheww; the fingering went on for too long bc, well, hands <33; i’m changing the format of the bulk of the fic to reduce eye strain; im super nervous posting this but i hope you guys would love it 🥹; title is from pretty when you cry - lana

jake watches, his throat parched, as quaritch (alive and looking too damn well as a na’vi) hefts you onto his lap, manhandling your smaller body so that your legs are spread wide open, giving jake a good view of your leaking cunt. your face is flushed, blue skin turning into a delicious purple, your eyes screwed shut as though by ignoring their hungry gazes, you wouldn’t feel the shame thrumming in your veins.

jake thinks you look so beautiful bathed in your shame – your lust burning at your core.

you’ve always been so tiny – the runt of the clan – but jake hadn’t seen the perks of your constitution, given that he’d been too busy worrying about you. you’ve always been his little doll, his little angel; the one who drove his protective instincts into new heights.

he wanted to keep you safe, yes, but he also wanted to keep you pure. naive. blindly trusting him because jake promised, didn’t he? he promised that he’d always protect and guide you? and jake had watched the way you melted in his arms, nodding at him softly, watching him with reverence as though the weight of his words exceeded that of eywa’s.

then quaritch swooped in, with his sharp fangs and sharper words, and then jake was losing you to him. because while jake desired your innocence, quaritch lusted for your corruption. and quaritch is too good at corrupting.

(“well, there’s no rule that says we can’t share her, corporal.”

jake’s fury evaporated, the clawing possessiveness that had him in a bind loosened up as his ears twitched at hearing quaritch’s drawled out words. the motherfucker smirked, slanted eyes curving in amusement at jake’s sudden interest.

“oh, so now we listenin’ to lil ol’ me, huh?”

jake’s tail snapped behind him, the limb whipping in agitation. quaritch just rolled his eyes at jake’s reaction, sighing through his nose as he leaned back to his seat, looking far too calm as though he and jake weren’t just arguing, almost fighting, over who gets to claim you.

any other day, jake would realize that he was acting just as selfishly as quaritch was; that despite all his bravado and promises of being the better man for you, he had only ended up following the colonel’s footsteps. but for now, jake didn’t care. not when whatever quaritch was offering seemed too good to reject.

quaritch huffed at jake’s silence, choosing to use it as a hint to keep on talking. “it’s not like we got any other choice, sully. for whatever fucked up reason, my girl wants you just as much, and i’m willin’ to share because, well.”

‘because i love her’ went unsaid but both jake and quaritch knew the words that he kept to himself.

jake swallowed the lump lodged in his throat, blinking his eyes to bat away the choking feeling of his possessiveness, chasing away the last remnants of his hesitancy as he hissed, “she’s my girl too, quaritch.”

it was as good as a crystal agreement and quaritch laughed, loud and booming.

“well, alright then.”)

it was natural to let quaritch take the lead and to have him do the talking. jake held your hand throughout, his thumb rubbing along the ridges of your knuckles as quaritch talked about soulmates and compatibility, things that jake knew the other man barely believed in, and ending his tirade with a “you’d love us equally, won’t you, princess?”

your eyes were wide as you listened to him talk, and jake almost cooed at how cute you looked with your lips parted open and your tail swishing behind you excitedly, but before he could do so, you ripped your hand from his hold and jumped right into quaritch’s arms.

jake had to admit, seeing you dwarfed by quaritch’s bigger and bulkier form stirred something in him.

and, apparently, it did something to quaritch too, seeing as there you are, sat on the colonel’s lap, squealing as he fucks two of his fingers into your sopping cunt.

jake is unable to hold in his ragged groans as he hears the wet sound made by a particularly hard thrust, your juices leaking past thick fingers. he doesn’t know when he stopped feeling jealous that it wasn’t him who was fucking your pussy, and started to feel unabashed excitement at seeing you fall apart because of someone else’s doing.

he palms his hard cock through his tewng just in time to hear you keen, your back arched in that delicious way that always renders jake speechless. the beads of your braids click together when you begin to shake your head, raising your hand to wrap it around quaritch’s wrist.

“my’lus, close! ‘m close!”

jake laughs at hearing the butchered name of the colonel coming from those beautiful lips of yours that he loves to kiss so much before he flicks his eyes up to meet quaritch’s glare, the heat behind it absolutely cooled down seeing as he cradled the love of jake’s life – the very person that quaritch loves above all.

“don’t you tease my cupcake, sully. if she calls me ‘my’lus’, i am ‘my’lus’, aren’t i, princess?” he coos at you, as though his fingers aren’t digging into your cunt and rubbing along your heated walls, crooking them just right as his thumb flicks at your hardened nub.

all you could do was whimper, batting those pretty lashes up at quaritch as though your tears could soften the man into giving you what you needed. quaritch just grins, winking, and you let out a pathetic little sniffle that peters off into a choked moan when he just thrusts his fingers into your cunt again.

jake shucks off his tewng, impatiently chucking the cloth to the side before closing his fist around his pulsing cock. he grunts at the warm pleasure that erupted from finally touching his sensitive length, tightening his fist along the flushed head as he begins rubbing his thumb across the leaking slit, causing shivers to rack his body.

he doesn’t realize that he’s closed his eyes until he physically has to peel them open, needing to see you be stuffed by quaritch. expecting to only see the way your eyes would roll back to your skull, overwhelmed by the teasing fingers taking you apart, electrical euphoria seizes him when he meets your teary gaze instead.

miles’ other hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to prop your head up and watch as jake fucked his fist, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“see him, darlin’? y’see how frantic you made him?” miles’ voice rumbles in your ear, his lips ghosting along the side of your face. he stops his fingers, uncaring of your needy whines, and you realize, amidst tears and hiccupped gasps, that he is waiting for you to reply. so you clamp down on your breathy whimpers, keeping your focus on jake, before giving miles a soft nod.

your eyes trail over jake, taking him in. his locs are out of his hair tie, the strands falling to frame his face, giving shadows over his usually-soft features, making them look much sharper than what you’re used to. his lips are pulled back in a snarl, his fangs nipping at them as he loses himself to his thoughts. his arms are flexed, bulging muscles rippling with his every move, and his belly is flexed, making way to show off the abs hidden underneath the slight swell of his stomach.

“y’know what got him actin’ all desperate?” miles’ voice is teasing, like he knows something you don’t. you shake your head, humming in question, breathless as miles begins to spread his fingers again, grunting in delight when your tight walls clamped down on them.

“he’s thinkin’ about you, sweet girl. he’s thinkin’ about fuckin’ you the way i do.” miles presses a soft kiss on the shell of your ear as he says this, slowly dragging his fingers out of your heat, pulling moans from your kissed-swollen lips and silencing your heady mind.

it takes a while before the weight of his words sink in, and when they do, you gasp, jolting from miles’ lap with the crashing need to touch jake. to feel him.

you want jake. you want him to press close; to engulf you with his warmth and spear his leaking cock into your cunt. you want his kisses. his mating. his everything. eywa, why is he sitting so far away? why isn’t he touching you right now?

miles chuckles at seeing you pout, dragging his lips across your cheek, but you don’t pay him any mind as your attention is pulled into watching jake’s eyes flutter open, only to hear your heart stutter at seeing what were once pools of vibrant ambers transformed into thin rings of gold.

all because he desires you.

“jesus,” miles growls, bumping his forehead into the back of your shoulder. “goddamn, love. you just clenched on my fingers there.” his fangs nip your skin, and you feel the vibrations of his hums reverberating from where his lips are pressed.

you couldn’t stop the shiver that raced down your body when jake’s eyes snap to your cunt at miles’ words, his gaze zoning in on the way miles is cupping your pussy. you watch the way he studies miles’ palm rubbing against your tiny nub, the other man’s teasing touches turning into something more desperate as though the tight squeeze of your walls on his fingers are translating into a more direct pleasure for him. as though miles could already feel how your cunt would hug his thick cock.

you squirm on his lap, new bouts of tears trickling from the corners of your eyes when miles pulls his fingers out only to slam them back in you again, your back arching from his chest at the familiar numbing ecstasy that miles has delightfully taken to extinguishing just moments before you could tip over into your sweet orgasm. your lips fall for a silent scream, your ears ringing with static.

loppy and delirious from your increasing euphoria, you reach out for jake, wordlessly begging him to come and finally touch you.

jake doesn’t need to be prompted twice.

he clambers to the spot just in front of you, trying to ignore quaritch altogether. but it is futile, especially when all jake can focus on is the consistent wap-wap-wap of the colonel’s thick fingers fucking you oh so deliciously.

you are wailing, dazed and drunk off of your arousal. jake bets that you don’t even know the way you are clawing at quaritch’s RDA-issued shirt, your blunt fingernails catching onto the cloth and causing runs into the fabric.

jake slots himself perfectly into the space between your parted legs and he takes the time to appreciate your toned thighs, dragging his eyes over the expanse of your skin that is shimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. his eyes stay frozen at your debauched cunt, your folds swollen from how much it’s been played with. the results of quaritch’s drawled out edging continue to trickle from your heat, dampening your inner thighs and creating a wet spot in the sheets. jake chuckles at the mess you’ve made before trailing his gaze over your tanhi, running his eyes from your belly, spasming with every ragged breath, to your perky tits.

you’ve been stripped to full nudity, your necklace-top and your tewng had been ripped apart by quaritch’s impatient hands. jake remembers hissing at him, growling from the base of his throat because those had been one of the many gifts jake made for you. quaritch laughed and said, “all the more reason to tear ‘em up.”

despite his initial anger, jake can’t say that he doesn’t understand the eagerness lining quaritch’s actions. they’ve both wanted to touch you for so long now, dancing around like idiots as they courted for your hand, only to end up in this tangled mess.

but what a sight you make, he thinks.

“look at you, paskalin,” jake whispers, his voice a gunshot amidst the melody of nothing but your sweet moans.

your head snaps up to meet his gaze and jake coos when your teary eyes can barely hold the stare, too distracted by the continuous edging of quaritch’s fingers. jake cups your jaw, rubbing soothing nothings on the skin just underneath your lashes and wiping away the tears drenching your cheeks.

“y’r so beautiful,” he continues, folding himself before you to duck his head until you two are lips-to-lips. then, he presses them against yours, holding the chaste kiss, before pulling back just enough that your noses are bumping together.

jake can feel your stuttering breaths against his mouth and he can’t stop the adoring smile that tugs up at his lips. “y’ve got us into a tizzy, sweetheart.”

“teezi?” you ask, struggling with the accent, and only then does jake realize that you’re no longer mewling.

jake dips his head down, curious, and is delighted to see your cunt finally free. he purrs at the sight of your hardened nub, nestled atop your puffy folds. he notes the way quaritch’s hands are holding your thighs apart, spreading you all for jake to gawk at.

“oh, baby girl,” he croons, desire slamming into him. “y’r cunt’s all messy.” he swipes a finger over the slit of your pussy, chuckling when he hears your breath hitching at the teasing touch.

“ma’jake,” you whine, looping your arms around his neck, pulling him close, nuzzling your cheek on his neck. jake hums in faux curiosity, as though he doesn’t have a single clue about what he does to you.

still, he bucks close, his hands wrapping around your itty-bitty waist – not minding the fact that by doing so, he can feel quaritch’s abdomen pressed to your back – to drag you closer to him. you easily follow, falling to your knees and eagerly crawling to him.

jake chuckles at quaritch’s huff, his smile easing off when the colonel appeases himself by twirling your tail around his hand, gently tugging, coaxing more whines from your sore throat.

“that’s right, baby cheeks,” quaritch murmurs fondly, before he bends over to nip at the tufts of your tail, knowing just how sensitive you are there. he’s rewarded with a drawled out keen, your pretty lashes batting together as you twist to turn to quaritch. your back arches beautifully as you do this, and jake’s hold on your waist gathers strength, unable to help himself

jake rubs at your waist to calm you down, rumbling quiet shushing noises and shooting quaritch a glare. “my turn, colonel. lemme make my baby feel good.”

quaritch huffs, still holding onto your tail, but he pulls back, giving space for jake to move. jake takes it greedily, sliding his hands down to hold your hips, pulling you to his lap. his lips meet yours right away, devouring your surprised squeak.

he feels your hands grip his shoulders, breathy trills of your happy sighs being engulfed by his rumbling grunts, and jake couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his cock along the folds of your soaked heat. the touch sends you buckling on his lap, your lips leaving his as your head falls back for a muted gasp. jake snarls when he sees your pretty neck, and buries his fangs into your skin, nipping. marking.

mine, he thinks. my pretty mate.

“ma’jake!” you moan as you fist his locs, your hips rolling over his cock. “ma’jake, plea- my’lus, nooo.”

the sob catches jake’s attention, his curiosity bleeding past his arousal, and he looks up, thrill running down his spine when he sees the way quaritch’s hands are planted on your pretty tits, his big hands dwarfing the mounds, while his fingers tweak at your hardened nipples. quaritch’s face is pressed on the back of your head, and jake strains his ears when he sees the other man’s lips moving.

“s’right, cupcake,” is what jake hears first. “we’re gon’ fill up that tiny cunt of y’rs an’ make y’feel the stretch. we’re gon’ take turns stuffin’ you whole until y’r pussy can’t forget our shapes.”

jake startles at your whimper, the sound ricocheting within the small space between you two. he tears his eyes away from quaritch – fuming when he realized that he had been swayed by the colonel’s words, his own tail wagging behind him like a goddamn dog in heat, drunk off of his promises – and turns to you.

your wet eyes blink down at him although he knows that you’re not really seeing him, not when your head has you tumbling images of what he and quaritch want to do with you. still, it has jake cooing as he bucks his hips up, purposefully grinding his hard cock along your weeping cunt again.

“that’s right, yawne,” jake murmurs, his voice heady and rugged.

“gon stuff this full,” he dips you down to his cock when he murmurs this. he snarls when you nod, soft giggles creeping from your lips when you notice the desperation in jake’s voice.

“y’love that, princess?” quaritch asks, covering your back with his bulk again, his greedy hands coming up to press your tits together, making the two of them salaciously hum at the cleavage your tits made.

you nod, sighing, nuzzling your head back onto quaritch’s chest.

jake clicks his tongue. “use y’r words, paskalin.”

“yes, please,” you finally utter, and jake’s heart thuds in his chest at hearing how ruined you sound.

“there’s my girl,” quaritch drawls out, sounding just as intoxicated as jake feels.

miles diligently holds your legs open, watching with bated breath as jake gently slides his cock into your wet cunt. he can feel your heaving chest as you continue to watch jake claim your tight pussy for the very first time, noting the way your breath hitches at the possible sting, and miles distracts you with the teasing touches he glides across your dewy skin.

“shh, princess,” miles whispers, nipping the shell of your ear. “didn’t i promise that i’ve got you?”

you nod, a broken little thing, and miles feels pity rise amidst the curl of arousal burning underneath his skin.

he shoots jake a glare. “damn it, corporal. fuckin’ take it easy.”

jake snaps his golden eyes up at him – the eyes of a predator, miles thinks – growling, and miles raises a brow at the incredulity of jake’s sudden possessiveness. rearing his head back, he lets out a responding hiss, letting go of your perky tits to wrap his arms completely around your chest.

there is a pregnant pause, the two of them posturing against each other, before a quiet action draws their attention back to you.

your head is tilted to the side, bearing your neck, and from his angle, miles no longer has a view of your pretty face. that’s quite alright, he thinks, feeling his cock jump from his trousers.

miles doesn’t know much about the na’vi. not their customs or their culture, and he just holds enough knowledge of their language because he loves talking to you. but this? he doesn’t even have to glance at jake to ask what you’re doing. he knows what it is.

you’re fucking presenting to them.

“oh, ma’paskalin,” is all jake says, his voice thick with emotions, before he’s sinking his cock into you all the way. miles growls in appreciation when your back arches, your head falling to his chest as you moan, your eyes rolling back to your skull.

miles lets go of your sides, a hand coming up to cup your jaw as he tips your head further down until he can kiss you. you are too overwhelmed with pleasure to kiss back, but miles doesn’t mind, choosing to suck on your bottom lip instead until it is slick and swollen.

you claw at his neck, broken hiccups being swallowed by miles’ hungry mouth, before he groans at feeling your small body getting jostled. the action is followed by distinct slapping noises and jake’s grunted moans.

miles breaks the kiss and he is instantly gifted with the sweet cries spilling from your lips.

“my’lus!” you squeal, outright sobbing in his arms, and miles roars out a laugh.

jake snarls before you get tugged out of miles’ hold, landing directly on top of jake’s cock, making the whole length of it sink into you.

“my goddamn name,” jake growls, grasping at your hips to bounce you on top of him. “say my name, yawne. i’m the one fuckin’ you.”

miles takes delight in your cock-drunk self, too uninhibited to respect jake’s demands. jake snarls again as he fucks up into your cunt, your leaking slick making the slaps of your skins reverberate wetly.

miles feels himself shiver at the messiness of it all. it’s his turn to watch you get fucked into oblivion by another man, and miles thought that he’d be put off by seeing someone else mating you, but he can’t help but love the sight that you and jake make.

miles strips his shirt and throws it behind him, mentally noting that if it’s clean enough, then he’d want you to wear it. ever since jake mentioned that whatever you’ve been wearing was made by himself, miles began wanting to see you in something of his own possession too.

he unzips his pants, not having any more effort to stand up and strip it off himself completely, before pulling his cock out. he turns to the two of you again, ready to use you both as spank bank material, only to see how jake’s turned into a pure fucking animal.

the olo’eyktan is snapping his teeth at whatever expanse of your skin is presented to him, digging his fangs and marking you for himself. his hands had fallen from your hips and found purchase on your beautiful ass, where he’s got fists full of your flesh while he uses you as his personal cocksleeve, slamming you down onto his cock and then lifting you up until all that’s left is his head, before repeating the delicious process all over again.

miles has to grip his cock to stop himself from cumming when he sees the way jake’s fingers are dimpling your skin, not wanting to waste a single drop of his seed outside of your cunt. he’ll bury all of his seed in you, he promises, quietly moaning to himself.

quaritch is so lost in trying to stop himself from tipping over the edge that he doesn’t notice the way jake manhandles you so that you’re now facing quaritch. jake’s arm is snug around your waist, his other hand circling your neck, as he waits until quaritch’s attention is back on you two.

jake watches the moment quaritch gets a hold of himself, the other man’s chest heaving due to his ragged breaths, before golden eyes snap open to zone in on you.

jake doesn’t even care that quaritch ignored him completely, not when jake knows the sight that you must make: stuffed with his cock, your legs trembling as you hold them apart for your audience to show off your puffy pussy that is currently stretched in an obscene way. jake knows how your face must be wet with fresh tears or the way your lips are swollen from being devoured by the two of them, or how your pretty little tits are perky and flushed, much like the soft curve of your neck that is littered with hickeys.

“jake, more! more, please! i want more!” you beg oh so sinfully, sniffling when jake just ruts his cock into your pussy instead of giving you what you want.

jake clicks his tongue as he tightens his hand around your neck, not really hurting but putting enough pressure to render you speechless. he hums at your silence before turning to quaritch again.

“look how beautiful she is,” jake says, his voice full of pride. “my syulang’s takin’ me so well, isn’t she?”

quaritch nods, and jake notes how his eyes aren’t meeting his nor are they meeting yours. he follows quaritch’s gaze, turning his head to study your body, roving his gaze across the expanse of your beautiful self, before finally stopping at the skin just below your belly.

fucking hell.

“her pussy’s snug, ain’t it?” quaritch asks, rhetorical and sounding too far away like he doesn’t actually give a shit about holding the conversation.

jake can’t blame him. if he wasn’t the one tasting you, he’d be just as drunk at the image you paint. his hand leaves your waist to slide down your belly, before stopping directly on the taut skin of your womb.

“look how far she’s takin’ me, quaritch,” jake whispers reverently, before he presses his lips on your shoulder. “she got me nestled all the way here.”

jake taps the bulge that’s formed in your belly, and quaritch chokes on his words, unable to stop himself any longer. his fist rocks down his cock again, trying to alleviate the itch pooling in the pit of his stomach.

you hiccup, lifting your lither hand to rest on top of jake’s and jake croons, softly nuzzling his cheek on your shoulder. his touch is tender, like he’s not moulding your cunt to remember his shape.

“m-ma’jake,” you stutter, your legs squeezing close when jake rocks into you again. “i want-” a sob breaks your words. “ma’muntxatan, please, i want more.”

quaritch growls, creeping closer upon hearing your words. “he ain’t your only mate, princess.”

miles pinches your chin and you blink up at him with a soft sniffle. he taps your lips, remaining quiet, and you want to call for him and beg him to touch you. but all thoughts fly away when jake lifts you up just enough that the slow drag of his cock is torturous, your walls spasming around his length as though trying to stop him from sliding out.

you grip miles’ wrist, using him to tether yourself, and as you do so, you almost miss his words.

“come on, baby,” miles murmurs, his hand leaving your chin to scruff you by your nape. “open y’r mouth for daddy, yeah?”

you purr at the familiar nickname that falls from his lips, the very same one that danced on your tongue, in the privacy of your hut, when you’ve learnt what it meant for the tawtute.

“fuck, quaritch,” jake murmurs from behind you. “she jus’ squeezed me.”

miles laughs. “is that right, sweetheart?” you feel him pushing you to your elbows, gentle as jake continues to hump at your pussy. “you wanna call me ‘daddy’?”

you lick the back of your teeth, going shy all of a sudden, but jake’s hand rubs soothing nothings on your back, as though coaxing you to murmur your agreement.

“yes, daddy,” you readily say, peering up at quaritch through your lashes. you clear your throat, parting your lips only to gasp when you feel jake’s cock slide out of you completely.

“ma’jake, no!” you cry, twisting, but his hands on your back stop you.

“jus’ a temporary change, baby girl,” jake reassures, chuckling to himself softly.

miles takes over, grasping your flushed cheeks with his big hands and urging you to turn to him. you gasp when you are faced with his thick cock, your throat going dry at the size of it.

“remember when i told you we’d stuff you full, sweetheart?” he asks, grunting when the soft puffs of your breath tickle his sensitive length.

you nod, humming, not breaking your stare at his beautiful cock.

“well, would you open y’r pretty mouth for daddy?” miles presses his cock to your lips as he asks this, the leaking head tainting your swollen lips with his tangy taste.

you can’t help the way your tongue juts out and swipes at the sensitive flesh, your arms wobbling when the taste of miles explodes on your tongue. you don’t utter anything anymore as you part your lips as wide as you can before wrapping them around the head of miles’ cock. it is thick and heavy, but you are resolute to tasting it all.

“gentle with your fangs, princess,” miles murmurs, and you hum around a mouthful, relaying to him that you’ve heard him well. the action has him fisting at your braids, hisses spilling from his curled lips.

“motherfucker!”

you pause, nervous, but miles doesn’t sound angry so you return to swallowing as much as you can. as you do so, you feel jake’s hand spreading your folds apart with his cool fingers, sending jolts of pleasure dancing across your skin.

you try to lift your head up from miles’ cock but find yourself unable to as miles holds your head in place, his grunts ramping up in volume.

in contrast, jake is quiet as he lines up his cock before the entrance of your cunt again. this time, the slide isn’t slow as jake slams all the way in.

you moan around miles’ cock, seeing your vision blurring at the explosive pleasure that overtakes all of your sensitive cores. miles curses from somewhere in front of you before more of his cock slides into your mouth, the head of it bumping the back of your throat.

your arms go weak and you almost collapse, had it not been for jake pulling you to his chest, his face burrowed on the crook of your neck. he snaps his hips forward, bucking, and it makes miles’ cock slide further down your throat.

you are delirious from the pleasure, your lungs constricting from the overpowering mating capabilities of your two mates. distantly, you feel drool sliding past your stretched lips, as well as the stinging of your ass as jake’s pelvis continues to slap it with the force of his thrusts.

“y’r takin’ me so well, paskalin,” jake croons, his lips roving over your marked neck. “my sweet girl, y’r pussy’s made f’r me, isn’t it?”

you mewl, trying your best to tell jake that yes, you’re his. you’re theirs. but the garbling sound makes miles buck forward, fully burying himself down your throat. before you can get used to his size, he is sliding his cock out, leaving just the head of it grazing your lips, and you blink your teary eyes at him, not knowing what it is that you want miles to do.

miles grins, something that spells danger, and then he is fucking his cock back into your throat. you squeal, not expecting miles’ sudden move or the way that jake thrusted his cock back in your pussy at the same time that miles did.

you go blind for a second, and you feel a spray coming from your heat, drenching your and jake’s thighs. you do not know what the word for it is – you feel yourself coming down from something akin to a high – but both jake and miles moan at the sight of your leaking cunt, rendering them into a frenzy.

“fuckin’ knew y’r a squirter, sweetheart,” miles growls, his ragged voice slicing through the white noise in your head. “i’d want that on my tongue, next time.”

jake groans, the sound pressed onto your shoulder blades. “she’d look so good sittin’ on our faces,” he says. “she’ll cry so prettily but she won’t leave because my baby girl’s a fuckin’ slut, aren’t you, love?”

you can’t reply, too dizzy with the overlapping scent of jake and miles, the two of them complimenting each other. miles grunts in agreement with whatever jake muttered.

“she’s gon’ beg so prettily – battin’ those pretty lashes, callin’ me ‘daddy’,” quaritch smirks.

jake howls, his hips stuttering as he buries himself all the way in your cunt, making your belly bulge once again. you sob at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim, your walls clinging onto his length, still so unused to it even after all his teasing.

“gon’ breed you now, yawne,” jake murmurs, his words slurring like he’s drunk. “gon’ bury my seed in you. you want that, won’t you, my love?”

jake isn’t even done talking when miles pipes in, his thumbs rubbing soothing nothings along your cheekbones. “swallow carefully, princess. daddy doesn’t wanna see you choke.”

then, he stuffs your throat with his cock, the rough fabric of his cargo rubbing against your chin. you whine when it becomes too difficult to breathe and miles murmurs his apologies, sliding out just enough until you are not smothered.

explosions of heavy warmth fill you up and you squeal, not expecting the gushing warmth that settles in your belly. jake croons at you throughout, murmuring how good you are taking them, how beautiful you would look swollen with their seed. miles remains quiet, choosing instead to watch as you carefully swallow his seed just as he instructed.

he boops your nose when the last of it is gone.

miles is the first one to pull out, his cock leaving your lips with a distinct ‘pop’. you cringe at the tangy taste remaining on your tongue and miles just huffs, swiping at your bottom lip before he’s pulling you up from your elbows and propping you on your knees.

jake hisses at the sudden move, but with nothing else to pump out, he pulls his spent cock out of you too. you whimper at the oversensitivity it caused and jake murmurs his apologies, pressing his front to your sweaty back, as though he is trying to meld himself to you.

feeling empty, you collapse in miles’ arms, exhaustion hitting you with its full force. miles hums, pushing your braids away from your sweaty face in his attempts at grooming you clean. jake takes the spot behind you again, careful with your sensitive backside and your limp tail.

there is silence as you catch your breath, trying to ignore the feeling of jake’s seed slowly seeping out of your heat. miles settles on your other side, pulling your head so that it is pillowed by his arms. you smile at him in gratitude, unable to use your throat.

it takes a quiet moment until miles murmurs, “lemme taste y’r cunt next, princess.”

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pedgito · 1 year

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need a dacryphilia oneshot bc that answer you gave the other day still haunts me

author’s note: babe, it’s haunts me too. i hope this makes up for it…or haunts you further, whichever hehe

cw: 18+ (minors dni), dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, fingering, unprotected sex, light praise, short but dirty i’m sorry

word count: 1.3k

Eddie had never been sure about what he liked—or loud about it even; it took him time to play the field and find out what worked and what didn’t. But, what he does discover is how open he is to almost anything, even the more obscure things that made him feel shy— almost embarrassed.

He liked being rough occasionally, the thought of throwing you around playfully, bending you to his will, hearing your desperate whine for relief—it was just as good as the slow sex, the languid strokes and lack of urgency in the way he kissed you, fucking you for as long as possible until you were both mere seconds from sleep.

He loves the intimacy of it—sex, relationships, the intense eye contact he held when he laid down in bed with you at night, whether it would lead to anything or not, he could stare, for hours. And it was never hard to stare right back, his soft doe eyes holding so much inside them. It made you wonder what was rattling around in his head all day and what calmed it in moments like this, his fingers tracing softly against the line of your jaw, dragging back and forth lazily.

And it makes him feel ashamed when he can’t hold back his arousal when he looks over at you on the couch one night, a sobbing mess from some terrible rom-com you had talked him into watching. He brings his knees up, adjusting himself sneakily as to avoid your curious gaze. It was wrong, so wrong—it’s what he kept telling himself.

You were sad and all he could think about was making you have the same reaction, though varying emotions, but a sobbing mess underneath him nonetheless. He feels horrible in the moment, but a few nights later it all clicks.

“Come on, one more.” He coos, lips pressed flush against your ear as he glances down, his two middle fingers buried inside you, grazing so effortlessly against the spot that had you seeing stars, body tingling from overstimulation, “For me, baby?”

“I can’t,” You reply breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, gasping as he pulled out his fingers without warning, pressing them firmly over your clit, the slickness of you making the friction unbearable, “Eddie.”

He can’t tell if it’s a beg or a plea, but judging by the way your eyebrows pull together and almost melt into one, hands gripping desperately at the sheets underneath you, you were already almost there again.

“You can,” He encourages, “I wanna see that beautiful face fall apart again, wanna hear those sounds—fuck, you sounds so pretty when you come.”

And you do feel it, but it’s a horrible ache that breeches and quickly fades, your body fighting that urge because of exhaustion. You can’t focus, can’t think, and Eddie can see it written all over your face.

“It’s too much—“ You reply brokenly, eyes watering from Eddie’s persistence, your hand searching for his wrist, gripping it tight in desperation. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle it—you could, but Eddie had to find a way to coax you over that mental block. The tears flow without you realizing, eyes opening to look up at him.

You’ve never seen that reaction before—and maybe he senses he’s done something wrong, crying during sex or anything of the like wasn’t exactly ideal. For you, it’s always related to negativity. You’ve never cried from happiness or excitement, never from exhaustion or overstimulation like this.

“I’m sorry, nothing’s wrong—“ You quickly tell him, but he doesn’t even acknowledge, dragging his finger up to wipe away the tears.

“Feels that good, doesn’t it?” He gloats, rubbing over your cunt gently, causing a sharp gasp to slip from your mouth, eyes still locked on his, “Go on, sweetheart. Cry about it.”

It’s what he wants—he wants you to fall apart so he can put you back together. And right now, you want nothing more. But, his hands just aren’t enough.

“Need you inside me,” You beg, fingers slipping back the hem of his pants that hung loose around his hips, brushing against the soft patch of hair that started as his navel and led down, his hard cock pressing firmly against his jeans, “please, Eddie?”

Eddie grins salaciously, pulling away without question. He strips himself immediately, your body laying slack from all the energy that had been drained from you; though still, the view was great. Eddie climbs back onto the bed carefully, hand slipping behind your bag to urge you forward.

“I’m too tired,” You complain, “I can’t.”

Eddie nods encouragingly, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do most of the work.”

You couldn’t really argue, letting him lead you over his lap as he settled himself against the wall, sitting upright and settling you down carefully, sliding into you with ease, though it’s overwhelming, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp as he leans your against him, one hand wrapped firmly around your back and the other on your hip.

“Look at me,” Eddie demands, “wanna watch you come, okay?”

As if that was possible. You nod wearily, forcing your eyes open, admittedly half-lidded with how exhausted you were.

“Don’t hold back, either.” He tells you, “Let it out, baby.”

The pace is harsh too, not at all the soft strokes that you’re more accustomed to—whatever devious plan Eddie had concocted, it was working. The tears flow again easily, almost instantly. It’s exactly what Eddie wants, for you to enjoy that overwhelming feeling and let it happen. He lifts your pliant body, face held close to your chest as he peered up at you, lips grazing your neck, hot breath cascading down.

“That’s right,” Eddie says, feeling a little cocky, “only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod dumbly, fingers digging into his hair as you tugged slightly, Eddie’s eyes glinting in the low light. He smirks.

“Say it, sweetheart. Who makes you feel this good?”

“You,” You reply softly, attempting to wipe at your tear stained face, but Eddie’s hand catches your wrist, giving you a subtle shake of his head, “it’s you.”

“Fuck, I don’t deserve you.” Eddie confesses, feeling his own orgasm on the rise, the emotion on your face feeding into that primal urge he had, the prior shame nowhere to be found.

You can’t respond, his hand slipping between you to rub at your swollen bundle of nerves—Eddie knows what he wants, he knows that you want it too, and he’s determined.

“Just relax,” He soothes, “It’s just two, what’s one more, baby?”

And it hits you hard, teetering on the edge of blacking out as your eyes fall shut, squeezing the tears from your eyes as you sobbed again, falling against Eddie for support.

He comes almost immediately after, thrusts slowing to a stop as he runs at your back, groaning softly through it. He’s never been loud necessarily, unless he’s purposely trying to put on a show. This feels deeper than any sex you’ve had with him prior, feeling like you had just laid your entire mind and body out to him, his soft encouragements being the reason you felt so transcendent right now, heaving in slow, heavy breaths.

“Are you okay?” He asks after a while, rubbing gentle patterns into your back. “Was that too much?”

“God, no,” You sigh, “That was—it was so fucking good, Eddie.”

He chuckles softly, adjusting you slightly until he could pull out, helping you settle beside him on the bed, both of you too tired to stand. He rubs gently at your eyelids, eyes falling shut. They were irritated from the crying, puffy around the edges.

“Is that your thing now?” You ask playfully, “Making me cry?”

Eddie grins wide, a small laugh coming out.

“As long as it’s the good kind.” Eddie assures you, “Only the good kind.”

Please consider leaving a comment or reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #my writing #tw dacryphilia #1kfic

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ivyppoison · 7 months

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i think its only fitting to request carlos covering his partner in hickeys in honor of the carlos banner 🥴 (if you want to! no pressure <3)

CARLOS OLIVEIRA COVERING HIS PARTNER IN HICKEYS !¡

― ☆ note : i had a dream about carlos the other day. i forgot what is was about to be honest, but i think it was a message telling me to write everything & anything to do w him bc i am obsessed w him. in honour of my carlos banner, we have this amazing work of art. unfortunetly, school will become a horror for the next 6 weeks so i apologise if i don't write as much . . .

warnings ✦ 𓂃 carlos being such a tease

#. resident evil masterlist. | main masterlist.

Dinner with Carlos was almost something to look forward to.

And it was always somewhat eventful — whether filled with lust or laughter.

You had currently busied yourself with the dishes whilst Carlos helped with other notions around the kitchen.

However, when he had finally finished with his chores, was when he could finally lay out all his love.

The sound of the water and the soft melody of your humming made you partly unaware of Carlos’ footsteps as he made his way towards you.

“Are you almost done, hermosa?” He asked, placing his hands on your waist as he gently pulled you backwards so you were pressed flush against his chest.

A small gasp escaped your lips as the sudden feeling

“Carlos —,” you muttered, letting out a small laugh as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“¿Cuánto tardará?” He whispered, his chin now resting on your shoulder.

“Not too long, baby. Just wait,” you answered, your focus still on the dishes in front of you.

Whether it was the silence that pervaded the room, or the passionate yet simple understanding you held for each other, you could feel Carlos’ impatience cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a dagger.

A sharp, razor-edge dagger.

And if looks could kill, Carlos’ gaze would have you crumpling into the ground with nothing but pure need.

His grip on your waist became noticeably tighter as he brought his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, however, this time, you could feel his teeth graze against a certain spot.

“Carlos —,” you mumbled once again, your hands now leaving the dishes in case the feeling of it all caused you to break something.

It was hardly possible that neither one of you would care though.

“No puedo dejar de pensar en ti,” he muttered, pulling you even closer to him as he placed a kiss where the flush of your blood started to form a small bruise.

“I can tell,” you smiled, closing your eyes as he placed a kiss behind your ear.

“Would you mind if I gave you another?” He asked, both with curiosity but also in a teasing manner, gesturing to the now visible mark on your neck.

Due to the convenience of the window by the sink, you looked into your faint reflection before meeting Carlos’ dark eyes, almost trembling under his gaze.

“Go ahead,” you replied, closing your eyes again as you felt his lips pressed an amorous kiss to your neck, followed by another until he left a trail of kisses along your skin.

A small shiver travelled down your spin as you completely lost yourself to his addictive touch.

And it was such a shame it was so addicting, but for you it was simply something you never had to yearn for as you always had him.

translations ( 'm sorry if any of these are wrong ) : 'Hermosa' — 'Beautiful', '¿Cuánto tardará?' — 'how long will it take?', 'No puedo dejar de pensar en ti' — 'I can´t stop thinking about you'

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grandlinedreams · 5 months

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|| I regret nothing pt 2 bc Yamato makes me wanna eat drywall /pos

[Heads up!: oral (reader receiving), pet names used (babe, sweets, Yama, dude), reader is not explicitly gendered]

"What are you reading?" The chin that settles on your shoulder is familiar, as is the wind of arms around your waist, the tickle of ombre hair at your cheek.

"A book," you answer, grinning when Yamato huffs, clearly unhappy with your answer.

"I know that," he complains, squeezing for emphasis. "I mean, is it important?"

"Kind of. Why?"

Yamato huffs again. You know what he's like when he slips into these kinds of moods, words laced with a hint of childish petulance. He's bored.

"I'll be done in a minute," you soothe, abandoning the page for a moment to pat at the side of his face. Yamato is quiet, and you think that'll be the end of it. But it isn't ㅡ he manages all of another sixty seconds before he's rubbing his chin against your shoulder. "Yamato."

"I'm not doing anything," he whines, "just trying to occupy myself while you read."

You roll your eyes good naturedly, deciding to let him do as he pleases. He will anyway, knows that you don't have the heart to stop him when all he's doing is being silly.

He sighs and then hums some idle tune he'd heard a while ago, drums his fingers against your sides in rhythm. He is very bored. And from the way you turn another page, you've forgotten your promise to pay attention to him.

He pouts, cheek pressed against your shoulder. "Babe," he begins, "how invested are you in that book?"

"I'm sorry," you say, tone apologetic. "I know I said I'd be done, but this part ㅡ"

"It's okay, I promise." His tone takes on a thoughtful edge, and the drum of his fingers moves to the hem of your shirt. "Just…thinking of something to entertain myself with."

"And that is?"

Yamato grins against your shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wanna see if that book is more interesting than me?"

The sly press of his fingers just underneath your shirt makes you shiver, pulse leaping.

"I'm trying to read," you protest, but you know you're going to lose this battle, especially when Yamato kisses your neck.

"That's fine, babe." Another kiss, deliberate as he laughs. "Like I said, I'll entertain myself." He pauses, thinking. "Want you to read to me, though."

You blink. "Outㅡout loud?"

"Yeah," Yamato prompts, kissing your jaw. "Why not? Wanna know what you're so interested in."

His fingertips curl lightly against your skin, and you shiver. "Okay," you relent, and he grins into your neck, all sharp teeth against soft skin.

"Perfect."

ㅡ

"The desert was a thing of beauty. Powder andㅡ" Warm lips skim your ribs. "ㅡand earth yawned out under a canopy sky. Caramel dunes rippled, edges sh–shimmeringㅡ"

Yamato clicks his tongue. "Don't stutter, I can't understand you." How easy it is for him to say that ㅡ as if he isn't the reason you're having such a hard time focusing on the book in your hands. "Come on, sweets." He goads you gently, nipping at your skin. "Try again."

You inhale shakily, staring down at the top of Yamato's head that's steadily inching further down before you return your focus to your book. It takes a long moment to find where you were, wanting nothing more than to toss it aside and dig your hands into Yamato's hair.

He knows what he's doing, mischievous as he presses open mouthed kisses against the soft skin of your stomach, resting beside your navel as he peers up at you. "Aren't you gonna read?"

His eyes gleam, laughter shimmering ㅡ and you huff, determined not to give in to him so easily, even as he hooks nimble fingers into the top of your pants.

"The roadㅡ" The tug of fabric and press of Yamato's lips to your hip makes your breath hitch. Sucking in another deep breath, you try again. "The road ran along the coast, where sands stretched and slid into a glistening sea."

Yamato laughs against the apex of your thigh. "Good job," he praises, pairing it with the pinch of his teeth, watches your reflexive jolt and muffled whine with a grin. "Gonna pay attention to me now?"

You stare down at him, the visual of your boyfriend nestled between your legs making need bubble further. The book slips from your grip, and Yamato muffles a laugh.

"Need me that bad?" Your answer is the slide of a hand into his hair, and he hums at the sensation. He busies himself with sucking a mark into the top of your thigh, eyes closing when you tug at his hair with a whine before he pulls away. "Changed my mind, babe. Pick the book back up."

You blink dazedly, reluctantly slipping your hand from his hair to fumble for the book, then peer at Yamato. "Yama, what…"

He's undaunted by your confusion, sin and amusement clashing in his eyes. "Wanna see how long you can read before you finish."

Your cheeks color. You still can't understand how Yamato can be so straightforward with things like this, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't part of his charm.

You struggle to find where you were as the last barrier of clothing slips down your legs, shivering as your legs are coaxed further apart, warm breath against your slick core. Yamato peers up at you, and you swallow a whimper.

He has to hand it to you, you really do try. You manage a handful of words that he can definitively tell before it dissolves into a stuttered babble, encouraged by the slip of his tongue against you.

He massages at your legs, spans his fingers out to pin your hips and keep you from shying away as he presses forward to taste you in earnest. The book slips from your grip again and this time when your hand finds his hair, Yamato purrs in approval.

He lets you have a little bit of control, lets you guide his head this way and that as he curls his tongue, feeding off the increasingly desperate noises that you make.

"Yama," you pant, "Yama, please."

He likes it when you beg. He does it too, of course, but there's something heady in getting you this needy that all you can do is whine for him ㅡ and he doubles his efforts as you near that delicious precipice.

The dig of slightly sharpened nails into your thighs is intentional, pleasure-pain of it the little push that you need as your lips part around a garbled cry of what Yamato thinks might be his name.

He helps you ride out your orgasm, happy to clean you up until you're trying to pull away, whining about being sensitive. Pawing his way up a little, Yamato rests his head on your stomach.

"Dude," he says, watching your chest rise and fall, "you came like, a lot."

Your cheeks flush. "Hush."

"It was hot though," he whines, crawls up the rest of the way to kiss you, and your blush darkens at the taste of yourself on his tongue. "Think we can do that again in a little bit?"

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #yamato x reader

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tomatoswup · 11 months

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sweet spot -`♡´-

summary: curiosity killed the cat they say at first, but it definitely brought it back. At the heat of the moment, you find a pretty hidden sweet spot of Vash's that you'll remember forever! Such a delicious face!

warnings/tags: Minors DNI, nsfw,,sprinkles of praise,, afab,, marking,, what if vash had an erogenous spot on the roof of his mouth,,and yeah fingers are going into mouths bestie,,, lil bully vash moment,, i dont know whether or not to put top!vash or submissive!vash because its kinda giving a mix of both,,,fuck it, its a tag now,, short drabble,,,plant dynamics

there might be mistakes bc i wrote this at bumfuck 2 AM and i can't read straight, i really almost wrote fetty instead of pretty like???

A/N: You know whats funny, I wrote this at first with a focus on Vash's sharp canine teeth (title was originally gonna be show me your teeth)but the most brilliant idea popped up in my head i needed to write it. still kept the teeth and marking part in bc :P i hope i didn't write this like a dentist visit LMFAOO,,im sorry if this didn't make sense i need to sleep lmfaooo ENJOYYY~

p.s: theres an small extra at the bottom :D

Vash was certainly somewhat of a wacky guy.

NOT in a bad way, definitely not! You loved him with all your heart but there were a few things he left you so curious about, especially after confessing his plant origin to you that while back.

So you often observed him, how he interacted with others, whenever he was proud, shy, nervous or angry. And every time he grinned or gave people a big smile, you always peeped at those sharp canines of his. Were they normally that pointy? Or what it because he was a plant?

"Hey Vash..." You called out to him one day as the group walked into an inn for the night.

"Eh?" He turned to look down at you, an innocent smile on his face "What's up?"

There perhaps may have been a mistake asking him that question, especially when the both of you had been a bit worked up over the month. The roads have been tough, and the two of you haven't had a moment alone together in so long.

As night arrived, the moans and groans of the bedroom grew louder and thank god everyone had gone to the local pub for the night, leaving the both of you to ravish each other in peace, even if it were just for a few hours.

You wouldn't have been able to face everyone if they heard.

Each buck of his hips into you had you gasping for air as the dull pain of his grip on the side of your thigh had you wanting to run laps around the room. Well.. if you could.

With legs keeping a tight wrap around Vash's hips, your grip on the sheets around you had the whites of your knuckles showing. It felt a bit embarassing as Vash towered over you but did you really care? nope

"You look so beautiful.." He moaned out, delivering another hard thrust into your gaping hole as the dirty squelching noises of cum mixed in with both of yalls' heavy breathing and panting.

Vash did think you looked quite heavenly though. The hickeys, the bite marks on your shoulders and around your breasts, he really wished he could see you like this everyday if he could.

"Won't you.." You whimpered "..look at your self p-prettybo- Oh~" Did you finish your sentence? You couldn't really tell by the way Vash's cock hit that delicious spot in you, making you tighten your legs around him to get closer, to leave no space.

To leave nothing.

"C-Can't even tell me what you wanna say?"

God he made you dizzy, the stickiness of both your bodies together and him dragging his tongue around your nipples made you less lucid than you thought you had been. You tried to catch your breath, you really did, but it had gotten hard to as the coiling feeling at the core of your stomach made you just want a bit more.

just a bit...

Opening your eyes, you hazily looked at Vash’s flushed face, sweat starting to show on his forehead and the blond strands of hair starting to stick to it as he gave you a cheeky grin that made you laugh amidst the pleasure. Letting one hand go from the bundled up sheet above your head, you shakily lifted it up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"V-Vash.." You hitched out, the pad of your thumb brushing over his swollen pink lips before they entered his mouth in the heat of the moment.

And Vash accepted, giving you a small groan as you felt the his saliva coat it, and his teeth graze it. But suddenly, when your thumb accidentally hit the roof of his mouth, specifically his palate, you watched in awe.

In pure awe actually, as Vash's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a choked and long moan you've never heard before.

Desperation.

Need.

Holy shit.

You felt his cock start to twitch in you as you let out a breathy chuckle "A plant thing I missed?"

You moved your thumb to caress his palate one more time as you felt his thrusts lose rhythm, the pure look of pleasure washing over his face as the tips of his brows furrowed and the grip on your thigh tightened. He had lost his composure, turning into jelly just because of that touch.

You found a sweet spot of his that you didn't know about..

And oh fuck he looked pretty just like that.

You shuttered at the sight of Vash's blissed face as the edges of his ears turned red, his eyes only opening just enough for you to see the tad bit of watering. "Mpfh..."He whined out in need muffled by your finger before suddenly, the strong, deep thrust of his cock into your cervix had you arch your back and gasp, making you quickly take your finger out of his mouth to desperately grab his shoulder.

"I'm sorry.." He panted, a line of saliva running down the corner of his mouth as you felt him get bigger inside you, causing you to mewl at the sudden change. Feeling large calloused hands finding themselves at your waists, you looked back at Vash as the patterns of blue scattered over his face and scarred chest "Hold on..." Your eyes widened at the realization of his words.

"W-WAIT- AH!~”

Oh isn't Vash just so cute!

extra:

-homeboy just railed you to oblivion and thinks you can walk normal the next morning? PFTTTT

-You made sure to give Vash a playful punch on the shoulder when the both of you awoke in the morning.

-"and you didn't tell me that you had a spot on the top of your mouth?"

-"ya know, i had completely forgot about that hahaha -queue vash shyly scratching the side of his cheek.

-and you wonder how he could be shy after the way he fucked you sideways,, QUITE LITERALLY

-you make sure to try and touch it with your tongue when the both of yall make out though🫶

-plant tingz💕

-have fun! :D

#vash x reader #trigun imagines #trigun #trigun headcanons #vash imagine #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #trigun smut #vash the stampede smut #im so tired my eyes hurt #i should fix my sleeping schedule #I WAS MENTALLY DERANGED WHEN I FIRST THOUGHT #“hm what if vash has an extra plant erogenous spot?”#YALL KNOWWWW I ATE THAT IDEA UP UGH #trigun maximum headcanons

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rexxdjarin · 1 year

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Boba Fett x Reader

quick bj on the throne filth bc I can’t stop thinking about him (and I need to get back into writing!)

also I did not proof read sometimes you just need to get your thoughts out ok? Ok💚

rating: 18+ Minors DNI

“Oh princess….” He tipped his head back to rest on the back of the throne, his gloved fingers digging into the nape of your neck.

You took him deeper, allowing the warmth of your mouth to grace the velvety length of him with calculated ease. You watched him writhe from your place between his thighs, your knees digging into the cool sandstone floor. As you swirled your tongue around each vein, he huffed out a held breath of tension.

“Easy mesh’la…you keep-“ he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly. “Keep that up I’m not gonna last very long.”

You suckled the tip softly, flicking up the white beads of precum leaking from the hole. “Then work harder to focus.” You teased, dragging your tongue up the shaft and smirking devilishly.

“You telling me what to do little brat?” Boba laughed so softly and tenderly you knew he wasn’t nearly as bothered by your retort as his words portrayed.

You hummed in response, not waiting for his usual scolding before you swallowed him down again. His grip in your hair tightened, his leather gloves creaking and his groans growing deeper as he relished in the feeling of you around him.

His hands in your hair guided you to his liking, preventing you from taking him as fast as you wanted. You closed your eyes as he pushed you down onto him until he nudged the back of your throat. Tears formed along your lashes and they slowly dissipated as you swallowed around him.

“Oh fuck. You’re so good for me. Such a good girl.” You felt heat bloom in your core and flush your cheeks as he complimented you. You bobbed your head slower, allowing your lips wrapped around him to feel the gentle throb you were causing.

His index finger traced down your jaw, tapping your cheekbone and grumbling. “Eyes on me, princess. I want to see how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.”

You could’ve melted into the floor right there, his words like the delicate silk of all the beautiful dresses he’d bought for you. The love he spoke only to you was such a sharp contrast to the gruff, intimidating, cocky man who now ruled Tatooine.

You whimpered, wrapping your hand around the base of him and twisting slowly. As you popped off him with a seductive coo, he chuckled, running his thumb under your eyes to wipe off your smeared makeup.

“You think I look pretty?” You giggled, kissing the tip gently to let him have a breather. You massaged the width of his thighs and dragged your nails up and down the plush of his belly.

He smirked, leaning forward to tilt your chin up to meet his. “Always, my little one. Always.” His thumb ran over your bottom lip, holding your face in his large palm and meeting your lips with his own. He let his other hand wander, gathering at your waist and guiding you up into his lap.

“Who’s eager now?” You remarked, leaning into his chest and spreading your legs around his waist. You rested your forehead on his and your hands on his broad shoulders.

A deep chortle of amusement vibrated through this chest. He gripped your waist and backside tightly, tucking you into him to press your skin to his at every juncture. “That’s right. Now let me put my cock where it belongs. I’m done waiting.” He said seductively in your ear, pulling you down on top of him and filling you completely.

“Boba.” You moaned, so raw and filthy as it echoed against the cavernous walls of the throne room.

“Not such a brat now, are you?” He teased, burying his face in your neck and dotting your delicate skin with the dark purple hickies he loved marking you with.

You could do nothing but whimper in response as he took you apart. He held you to him so protectively and fervently, such a contrast to how hard his hips were drilling up into you. Suddenly, you were the one who couldn’t last very long.

By the time he was finished with you, you were a boneless mess too fucked out and filled to make any more of a fuss. He wrapped you up in his arms and protected you like he always did. He was a ruthless man, but you knew the truth-he was much softer than he seemed.

#boba fett thots #boba fett x you #boba fett x reader #boba fett x reader smut #daimyo boba fett #boba fett smut #boba fett

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enden-k · 9 months

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Wwwhat if. Hydro Eidolon Kaveh is inside one of the buildings working on his designs. Making his greatest dreams come true. What if he starts to feel that even with all his designs brought to life flawlessly, something is missing and all the beauty in the bottle can't make him feel better. What if he feels guilty that he can't be satisfied even with his greatest dreams coming true. What if he hopes for a certain someone to walk in every day

the need to push haitham into the bottle now

ok warning for character death↓ but i just had a thought

what if kaveh died very abruptly, in an accident or smth like truly one day being there and in the next when no one expected it at all (how could you even expect smth like this) hes gone just like that and haitham changes. he seems like his usual self from the outside, for people who dont know him as well as kaveh did, but inside smth is different

suddenly hes out on research trips or whatever he wanna call it bc he cant stay in their his own house for too long rn, needing to be away to deal with this and focus on healing (even tho there always will be smth missing)

so what if he somehow finds this bottle and his way in there, not thinking of it much and just explores it out of curiosity like he would any ruin. and suddenly he hears this familiar voice grumbling away at smth and he hurries to check, half expecting hes finally gone mad but then he sees kaveh there fixing smth - not quite kaveh but at the same time very much him - and its like nothing in the past weeks had happened, his way too sharp mind tricking him into believing kaveh is still there, just for a tiny moment to relieve this heartache when their eyes meet

(i dont like character death stuff bc it makes me sad LMFAO but thats an interesting concept. i wont go further with this tho ✌️)

#reply

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caroldantops · 2 years

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leave you breathless (or with a nasty scar)

ship: naga!agatha harkness x reader

summary/request: there’s nothing agatha loves more than a good hunt.

word count: 947

warnings: smut (18+), dom!agatha, sub!reader, cnc (reads as dubcon at first, but everything is consensual play), pet names (bunny), primal play, breathplay/choking, bondage but like with snake body, vaginal sex (oral, mentions of penetration - reader receiving), mentions of breeding, mentions of oviposition, mentions of drugging, bloodplay if you squint

a/n: this one’s also for britt @scarlettwlw bc she rigged the votes last year :/

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist

Run.

"Oh, little bunny!"

Hide.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

Breathe.

"You can't hide from me forever."

The sound of her slithering through the freshly fallen leaves is all you can hear as your breath catches in your throat. You try to steady your breathing, but you know that it's inevitable. Her forked tongue flicks out from between her pursed lips, narrowing down where you're hidden among all the bushes and trees.

You almost wish she'd just go in for the kill. The anticipation makes your heart bang against your ribcage, fear seeping into your veins. Agatha knows exactly where you are, she just loves to play with her food.

The forest falls silent. You refuse to let yourself fall into a false sense of security. But even on high alert, there’s nothing you can do as you suddenly feel something creeping around your ankles. The moment you register what it is, your feet are yanked out from under you. Your back would slam into the ground if not for the fact that you’re suddenly being lifted in the air.

The blood rushes to your head as you’re dangled upside-down for a moment, and your eyes struggle to adjust to the way the world spins around you as you’re flipped upright. Finally, the world comes into focus again, and you’re faced with the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“Gotcha, bunny.”

“Agatha, please,” you gasp as her serpentine half starts wrapping around your torso, cool scales against the exposed parts of your skin as your shirt rides up. Her tail wraps its way around your throat. You gasp and try to wriggle your arms free of her, but to no avail. “Please, let me go.”

“You’re spoiling me, bunny! You know how much I love when you beg,” Agatha emphasizes the word by tightening her hold on your throat, laughing at the way your eyes roll back. Her sharp fangs peek through, and you tremble thinking about how they’d feel sinking into your flesh. She takes your face in her hands, thumbs stroking over your cheeks tenderly. You struggled to say something that just comes out as a wheeze, and she gives you a fake pout. “Aw, how pathetic.”

Agatha allows you some reprieve, loosening her grip around your throat slightly. Her hands leave your face to tug at your jeans, practically ripping them in the process of yanking them down your thighs. Her lithe tongue darts out, and you practically see the arousal grow in her eyes.

“Oh, you’re fucking dripping. I can smell you already,” she moans. “Does it turn you on, being hunted like this? Does it make that pretty pussy weep just knowing how I could crush you before you could even ask me to spare you?”

“No…”

“No?” Agatha scoffs. “Please! You couldn’t even hide from me because that cunt of yours gave you away.”

You panic slightly as you’re lifted higher in the air, but she calms your worries with her hands on your thighs, assuring you that you won’t be dropped. You’re adjusted so that Agatha is free to place her torso between your legs. Her bare chest heaves as she admires your glistening cunt.

“You look so delicious, bunny. I could just swallow you whole.”

You gasp when her tongue finally meets your desperate pussy, thrashing against Agatha’s hold on you. She can’t resist wrapping her arms around your thighs, devoting her full attention to making you cry with pleasure. The split in her tongue feels absolutely heavenly as she licks you. She’s greatly amused with the way you try to buck against her when she flicks your clit into her mouth, fitting your throbbing bud in between the split of her tongue in the most electrifying way.

“Mistress, please,” you forget your role as the fog of pure pleasure clouds your brain. “Please, please, please. I need you.”

This is how the game always ends: you play the role of her pretty little prey, she threatens you as she hunts you down until you’re so turned on that she can smell your arousal from afar, and then you quickly break character as soon as her tongue is between your thighs and the promise of climax is on the table at last.

Agatha’s been especially mean tonight, prolonging your game of chase just because she loves the sound of your heartbeat picking up as she stalks her prey. Now that you’re past the point of begging for mercy and instead are begging for her to ruin you, she can’t help but bend to your wishes.

Not that she’d ever admit you had any control here.

“As much as I’d like to devour you right now,” Agatha pants, wiping your juices from her face with the back of her hand. She pulls you close so that you’re face to face again, deeply satisfied with how glazed over your eyes look. “I’d much rather bring you back home so I can properly gape this tight little hole of yours. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll even breed my bunny tonight. How’s that sound, sweet thing? You wanna be filled with my brood? All round with my eggs?”

“God, please,” you groan, subconsciously leaning toward her, seeking any sort of contact - even though you’re being cradled by her tail. Agatha complies, kissing you deeply and letting her fangs graze your bottom lip. You let out a surprised yelp at the feeling.

“Next time, maybe we should see if I can get you high on my venom, darling,” she hums, wiping the tiny bit of blood off of your lip with her thumb. “How’s that sound?”

“Anything you want, Mistress.”

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness smut #silver writes #silver's 2022 mf celebration #c: agatha

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mapofthesoul20 · 6 months

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Anyway, I really admire how TXT’s individual dance styles are developing. (Note: This was written pre-Name Chapter, where they’ve shown even MORE growth. So proud)

Yeonjun’s is the most developed, of course. I think he has a lot of charisma and control in his style which makes him so great at both personal choreographies and covers. If you look at his Studio Choom and girl group covers and Tiktoks, he’s able to perfectly execute dances with his great level of body control, and embody them with the both the power of the original and his own flair. I’m sure he has a list of styles he wants to try, but for me I’d love to see more freestyles and for him to try modern dance

You could think that Soobin’s tall frame isn’t made for dancing, but he has mastered how to adapt his frame to be perfectly in sync with everyone else. He has a beautiful cleanliness to his dancing, never an angle or line of his body out of sync. And he uses his height to advantage, as it imbues his dance with power. Now adding how he’s a killer at facial expressions, and he kills performances like Can’t You See Me and the MAMA 2022 blidnfold dance. Precise, sensual, drawing you in with and keeping you there. Please please please, someone give him a sensual song to cover. It will kill me, but I’m okay with that.

For me, bc Beomgyu has the narrowest frame of the group, I often miss focusing on him in dances. But truly, Beomgyu’s strength is that his style involves so much emotion without losing sight of the choreography. He has precision in his form; his moves down to his fingers are never out of places. He has so much energy and emotion and is getting absolutely insane at facial expressions. You could strip away the rest, and Beomgyu’s NYE We Lost the Summer performance is still so beautiful precisely because he can embody so much emotion. He steals the show in the DNA cover bc he lets loose and gives it that Bangtan-inspired swagger. He captured everyone with the lighter mishap at MMA 2021. It’s a mistake to miss him because he is brilliant at telling the whole story in his dance alone. I really just want more solo performances from him so that I can focus more on him; I’d love something contemporary, but truly I want more power stuff like BTS covers

Taehyun is a king of clean, sharp dancing. His lines and angles are clean. He can hit every beat. He has precision on a microscopic level and nimbleness to switch and alternate as fast as the music. There’s a reason why he’s often featured in the year-end performances; a lot of those performances have been so beat-focused, technically-difficult, and acing a challenge is where Taehyun shines. That’s also why I love his Opening Sequence solo because it’s out of his wheelhouse and he still excellently pulls off the emotion while never losing that perfect form. He’s a perfectionist and while I would love to see more techno-beat choreography from him, my secret wish is for him to dabble in ballet.

Hueningkai’s duality will forever be one of my favorite things. Off-stage, he’s a tall, broad-shouldered boy who gives off this puppy energy, tumbling and rumbling around. But the minute you put him on stage, he’s like a rockstar. It’s like the world is rewritten and all that awkward boy stature is perfect for a dancer. Hueningkai has strong power to his dancing style bc he just so completely embodies stage presence. He is amazing at bringing the emotion to the performance; his NYE 2021, his Lovesong and Loser=Lover and GBGB performances are all testatments that he is so in tune with his emotions while never losing sight of putting on a fantastic show for the audience. I’d pay good money to see him do any styles of dance, but my deepest wish is for him to try some classical styles like ballet, jazz, tap dancing, ballroom, or Korean classical dance

#txt #tomorrow x together #tomorrowxtogether #Yeonjun #Choi Yeonjun #Soobin #Choi Soobin #Beomgyu #Choi Beomgyu #Taehyun #kang Taehyun #hueningkai #dance analysis #agent h #agent report #l

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strangelockd · 2 years

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Hello, I have a smut Sherlock x reader smut request, if you'd like!

The reader is similar to Sherlock (minus the rudeness), which means she's intelligent and has a strong attitude.

She's also a consultant detective, they end up in the same crime scene and act competitive to each other and slowly end up to have steamy sex.

Thank you so much!

Vices and Virtues

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sherlock x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are a new graduate and the brightest in your class. You became a consulting Detective that's been assigned a homicide case with the great Sherlock Holmes. Will you two play nice and get along?

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Fingering, Cursing, P in V, Creampie, Use of Pet Names, Colleges to Lovers, Mutual Pining

A/N: Thank you Anon for my first ever request. I have never written for Sherlock before and I hope this fills your request and desires. I had a lot of fun writing this. If there are any spelling or mistakes I will fix later bc I wrote this in only a few hours.

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“You can be such an ass sometimes Mr. Holmes”

When you graduated from the top of your class only to have the opportunity to take on a case in downtown London, working with the world’s most intelligent consulting detective this was no were near what you had in mind. All your years of late-night studying with sleepless nights lead up to this. You and Sherlock alone together in a room. You knew he was cocky and carried a lot of arrogance along with that. But you needed to build up your credit and figured working together with him was the best option to grow in your craft. Every other case beforehand seemed to just bore you to no existence anyways.

“I’m sorry but your voice is very distracting Ms.(Y/N)!”

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “My voice?! Oh and yours is so perfect”

Glancing from the corner of his eyes a smirk on his lips, “I like to think I have the most soothing voice in the world”

Squatting down together to examine the potential murder in front of you Sherlock couldn’t help but notice your outfit. Your laced blouse that covered and caressed the peaks of your breasts just right. The way you attempted to keep your knee-high skirt down from exposing your delicate legs. It was making it increasingly difficult to keep his focus.

Looking across from the body you examined your teacher; his beautiful slender fingers resting in a steepled potion against his sensuous mouth. The way his sea glass eyes shimmered like a cat when he knew the answer to something. It was impossible to remove your eyes from him, but you had a job to do and that was to solve the case at hand.

“Ms.(Y/N) so what do you make of this? My bets are you’re not going to get it right anyways. But I feel inclined to ask”

Brushing of the insult you shook your head to remove the hair from your shoulders. Exposing your chest and elongated neckline a bit more than anticipated. His eyes grew slightly wider trying his best to contain himself.

“From what I’ve processed the woman is in her late forties and married due to the wedding band along the left ring finger. However, upon my examination the inside of the band is clean indicating that it has been removed quite a lot. Classic tell-tale signs of adultery. Also, there’s an empty pill bottle grasped beneath her hand. So, I think it was suicide by medication.” Beaming up with pride on your face you noticed Sherlock never removed his gaze from you; his eyes piercing with hunger.

“That was very good Ms.(Y/N) but you got everything right except for one thing”

In a sarcastic tone, “Oh? And what’s that? Pray tell.”

“She didn’t kill herself, it was murder,” a self-satisfied smirk growing across plush his lips.

Cocking an eyebrow you tilted your head, “Oh and how do you exactly know that Mr. Genius?”

Taking a sharp drawn inhale, he jumped up, his trench coat tails bouncing with his movement as he placed his hands behind his back to stand unusually close to you, “Normally when someone is from out of town, they bring their luggage right?”

You nodded your head silent in agreement still squatting down looking up at him.

“So why would she come all the way from Cardiff with no baggage? This clearly means that she was driven here and somehow forced to commit suicide by the killer and indicating that the murderer took her suitcase with them.”

Your eyes opened wide in shock and awe; he truly was a genius.

“That…was…impressive,” you stammered.

“Yes, I guess for someone of your mental standards I suppose so” he assured.

You scoffed at him mouth hung open noticing he was still staring down at you but in silent hunger. Taking a slender arm, he reached out with a gloved hand and caressed your face bringing you upwards to face him. His bright eyes turning dark with lust he lunged for your mouth, slowly and ever so deftly at first your lips melting together into a fervent passion. Taking your arms, you laced them through his soft curls tussling the delicate brown locks between your fingers hearing him release a husky moan. His hands trailing across your frame grabbing every curve he could reach like a starving man. Feeling his fingers ride up your skirt, he needed more and wanted more of you. Pulling away with a sheepish grin you chuckled looking into his eyes. Like a mind reader you asked, “Want to see more?”

“Oh god yes,” he moaned leaning his head into your neck placing bites and kisses along your collar bone.

Leaning into his touch you lifted your skirt up higher for easier access, returning up to your blouse to hurriedly unfasten the buttons. He stopped you suddenly taking his hands assisting with the task.

“Allow me,” he insisted. Nodding silently a small sigh escaping your lips.

Returning his mouth to yours he ever so glacially unfasted each button one by one. His slender fingers proving his talented dexterity all too well, you wondered what else those fingers were able to accomplish. It made the wetness in your legs increase. Releasing a moan in unison he opened your blouse exposing your voluptuous breasts causing him to expel a sigh and your nipples to harden.

“You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do this to you (Y/N),” his tone was low, barely audible.

“Trust me, I know Sherlock. I have observed the way you’ve been looking at me these past few weeks. It was only too obvious”

He chuckled in your bold assumption bringing his face down to kiss the valley between your breasts. Your moans echoing across the room, he quickly removed his leather gloves tossing them to the floor. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and your arms tighten around his neck pressing your frame against the wall, his tall frame towering over you.

Trailing his warm fingers down your chest he brought them to your moist center, sliding a finger delicately between your folds.

“Someone’s been ready, you’re all wet just for me,” he hummed bringing his finger up to his mouth tasting your nectar. Pulling his digit out releasing a soft pop.

“You have no idea how bad I want you Sherlock”

His smile grew wider as he returned to your mouth trailing his tongue along your lower lip begging for entrance. Parting your lips you welcomed it greatly, tasting his velvet mouth with such urgency making him release a delicate moan.

You trailed your fingers up his purple shirt the buttons popping off with ease exposing his lean frame causing his scent to waft through your senses. Instinctively taking your head you buried it in his chest grazing your nose up to his collar taking a large inhale. He smelled divine and you wanted more.

Returning his fingers to your center he slid a middle finger inside slowly at first registering your reaction before increasing the pressure. Hearing you moan at his action he took that as a que to continue farther. Moving his fingers along your folds teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance. Every time he thrusted his fingers, it made you groan or plead out loud in pleasure.

“Your breathing heavy, someone’s enjoying themselves,” giving off a cocky smile as he continued to kiss across your neckline.

“Need more,” you whispered.

With his arm supporting your ass he leaned in, “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you”

Knowing damn well he could hear what you said you appeased to his ego.

“I need more of you, all of you now”

Without missing a beat he asked, “Alright then, hold on tight”

Wrapping your legs to lock them around his waist tightly eyes locked, he unfastened his trousers pulling his boxers down in unison. He sighed upon his proud shaft becoming free of the confines. Feeling the cold room mixed with your warm flesh made his cock harden and twitch with anticipation. Grabbing your ass lifting you up higher for leverage, slowly bringing you down on top of his member. You moaned in unison upon the long-awaited contact his thrusts becoming faster with each whimper you released.

“Fuck you feel exquisite, so tight around my cock. So wet for me,” he groaned mouth locked against your neck.

Tilting your head against the wall moaning, “You feel fantastic Sherlock please don’t stop”

Using both hands to support you his thrust became deeper and harder with more desperation for release. His wool trench coat enveloping you; trapping the heat between your joining flesh.

Pulling him in tighter you could feel his cock twitch and knew he was close.

“You’re going to cum soon,” you stated.

Between heated breaths kissing you, “Really? How do you know?”

Rocking along with his hips faster, “Because your cock wont stop twitching inside me”

He smirked at your intelligence; he always knew you were the brightest consulting detective next to him. How he has gone this long without you he would never know.

“Well, let’s end on a high note shale we. You might want to hold on tighter babe”

Lacing your arms firmer across his shoulders he thrusted into you with a speed you never thought possible. Eliciting heavy moans from you both, the sound of your skin slapping together echoed great across the empty room. Faster and faster, he continued with unrelenting force, clearly, he was a touch starved man who hasn’t has a release in quite some time.

Feeling his cock throbbing more, he pressed deeper into you hitting your cervix in a intense rhythm, it wouldn’t be long now.

Pulling his hair back exposing his perfectly chiseled neckline he groaned while you purred into his ear, “you’re going to come when I do, do you get that?”

He nodded in obey eyes wide with carnal lust. Keeping up the pace with such tenacity he felt your walls clench and flutter along his cock. One last thrust and you were finished, feeling his cock twitch he released inside your sopping cunt. He covered your mouth with his to muffle the sound of your orgasmic scream. Enjoying the taste of your flesh once more. Feeling his seed overflow out, it was dripping down your thighs sending goosebumps up your flesh.

Foreheads pressed huffing in euphoria he pulled out of you gently placing your feet on the floor, your legs quivering from the fucking.

He pulled a clean rag from his pocket handing it to you.

“Thank you”

“It’s the least I can do,” he smiled.

Pulling your skirt down you pressed the wrinkles to smooth yourself out. Fixing your hair to hide any evidence. The smell of passion and sex filled the room. Sherlock walked over placing his hands on your waist pulling you into a tight hug, his palm cradling the back of your head. Quickly wrapping your arms around him you welcomed the heat from his body warm against yours. It was the most welcoming thing that felt like safety.

“You really are the brightest consulting detective I have ever worked with,” he professed.

Smiling wide you gazed up into his bright blue eyes, “That means the world coming from you Sherlock”

“I want you with me on every upcoming case, something tells me we are going to be taking a lot of breaks between them”

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technicallyblakebelladonna · 7 days

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hiiiii ask for you infodump about rwby volume 10 and what you want to happen

HI THERE FRIEND!!!! thank you for the ask <3

i want u to know that i specifically went to my spotify to put on my "amitola" playlist before going to answer this ask, so that should tell you where my head is at

of course for rwby v10 i want what the majority of other people want, for the bees to be shown in their relationship and for others to react to it in ways that really allow us as the audience to BASK in the fact that the bees are in an established relationship and are HAPPY. cause like, just thinking abt catradora and korrasami, well we get to see them get to that kiss and get their happy ever after, but in the show that's where it ENDS (i know with LoK they had the comics that let korrasami go past that point but i digress) like of course i could say all that and i WOULD say all of that

but

YOU CAME INTO *MY* ASK BOX. so you know exactly what im gonna infodump about. you know WHO im gonna infodump about

ilia. fucking. amitola.

we saw her last in all her collarbone-apparently-redacted glory in v8 along with a couple of other tertiary characters during ruby's speech montage. she had a fairly long focus shot (imo, for a side character) that showed her getting a call from ghira. so we KNOW that those three are going to be together-- and by the logic of ghira and kali being blake's fucking parents!! we can assume that they're going to all end up heeding the call and gathering where everyone else is. so that means that we can also assume that they'll all be there for the reunion in vacuo.

(no seriously where did they go???? i havent been able to unsee it)

ANYWAY.

so i want to see that reunion. i want to see blake fling herself into her parents arms and for ilia to kinda hang back bc she's like, still doesn't quite know what to do with herself-- and doesn't QUITE know how to relate to blake anymore. they left on good terms, but they haven't had much time to really rebuild their relationship by any means, so ilia's just standing there, heart tearing in half a little because there she is. she didn't die. ilia had mourned for her, had gone through that grief alongside blake's parents and now? now there. she's standing right there. and suddenly it's just so overwhelming that she starts turning a deep blue, right from her roots, her irises turning a deep icicle blue, sharp and unforgiving like the presumed loss she had to go through all that time ago.

and blake? she sees it. out of the corner of her eye, above the shoulder of her mom while in their embrace, she sees ilia shaking like a leaf. and she goes to her after another quick murmured reassurance to her parents. and she just opens her arms to ilia. and ilia flings herself into blake's arms and breathes her in because gods. she is real. she starts whispering "you're here. you're alive. i lost you all over again and now you're here."

and that's what i hope from canon, but am i going to stop there? no because hello. ilia fucking amitola.

the CATMELEON SHIPPER IN ME wants blake to reply with something cheesy, with something utterly heartbreakingly beautiful, something like "you could never lose me. i've always been in your heart, and you've always been in mine. and that's not going anywhere."

THEY HAVE A SPECIAL BOND OKAY CANON WILL NOT TAKE THAT FROM ME FOR FUCKS SAKE.

what i want CANON to do is to have ilia and yang finally fucking meet and talk. for ilia to give the "hurt her, no one will hear from you ever again" talk.

as @averagemrfox said in their tags

like OH MY GOD give me THIS. holy shit this is genius. maybe yang spots ilia looking restless and tense after an overwhelmingly emotional day after blake "comes back from the dead" and sees her sitting at the outskirts of the city/their camp or wherever. and so she just like. says hey. you know the best way i find to burn off extra energy? and ilia agrees to a hand-to-hand no weapons (and yang promises not to use her arm gun at all) and it feels GOOD to get the energy out. so they could have a good conversation that way and establish like, that ilia sees how good yang is for blake and how happy she is and ends with the whole, catch her off guard kinda blow and tells yang that if she hurts blake again, she'll obliterate her from the face of remnant.

what RAY WANTS BC OF THE EMBER RAINBOW SHIPPER is for ilia to get the upper hand and successfully pin her down and we have a delicious moment of sexual tension where ilia's got yang's hands above her head and her weight on her hips and she just catches the way yang's eyes sparkle in the dying sunlight of the golden hour and she just can't help herself, can't stop herself from saying "so that's why." and for yang to be just as pleasantly thrown off guard - "what's why?" and at this point ilia's freckles are flaring pink, her irises following suit and - "that's why blake fell in love with you"

like ON GOD GIMMIE. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT ILIA WOULDN'T SEE YANG AND EITHER 1) IMMEDIATELY GET JEALOUS OR 2) IMMEDIATELY AND UTTERLY FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO (or both? both is good)

shipping aside, i need ilia to STOP BEING FORGOTTEN ABOUT GODDAMNIT. this is just a general complaint of the fandom in general from my pov. like i dont REALLY see posts cross my dash, the ones that talk about rwby in general or rwby v10 specifically, it's like. ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT ILIA FOR A SECOND??? like y'all wanna see everyone react to the bees being in a relationship and YOU FUCKING FORGET ILIA?!?!?! THE LITERAL FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN??? AND NOT ONLY THE FIRST ON SCREEN CANONICALLY CONFIRMED LESBIAN, BUT HER LESBIANISM WAS CANONIZED BY HAVING HER LITERALLY CONFESS TO BLAKE'S FUCKING FACE THAT SHE WAS IN LOVE WITH HER!!!!! I MEAN WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!! IT'S RIGHT THERE!!! WHY ARE WE SLEEPING ON ILIA AMITOLA?!?!?!!?

anyway. i had to get that out of my system apparently LMAO

so where else do i want to go with this??? i mean there's so much i could say, how i want rainbow bees to actually happen bc im greedy but i love the story they told with the bees already so i don't see that happening in all seriousness (and shoehorning ilia into the bees relationship feels like a disservice to the growth the bees went through together so i GET that but i just think it would be NEAT. blake has two hands, yadda yadda and all that)

i could talk about how i want canon to reveal that ilia was actually blake's first kiss because that would be so much better than the implied fact that adam canonically was, and that just makes my skin crawl, so to have it be ilia would be DELIGHTFUL to say the least.

i could talk about how i want ilia and weiss to be an endgame couple, if nothing else for the fact that a) it would be great for weiss' growth arc, ending up with a faunus -- but not only JUST any faunus, to have one that was SO detrimentally impacted by her father's dust empire, and to heal that hurt together and have those journeys weave together in the end. and b) i just want to be greedy again and tie ilia to a main character bc it will mean we will get to see her more than just for a few minutes every so often.

i COULD also talk about how there's a great idea to have emerald and ilia end up together because, similar villian redemption arcs, opposing colour scheme, similar unrequited love type situations. it's just RIFE for a great set up and that would be great.

i COULD talk about so many things related to ilia fucking amitola and rwby v10 but i think i've definitely said quite a lot of things already, so i'll just cut it off here skghsdfkghdfg thank u for ur time and attention if u have made it this far and have enjoyed or even just slightly made sense of my ramblings

*gets off amitola soapbox*

#rwby #rwby v10 #ilia amitola #catmeleon #ember rainbow #ray replies #followbeaujes #beaujes #thank u for letting me go off skghskgh #im not sure you were expecting this though so SDKHSGKDH

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rosemaze-reveries · 3 months

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hiii primkle bimkle show us the fellow wips <:

[referencing this]

anythinf for u schmoomfie,.... thamk u for hearinf out my brainworms

my main problem with this guy is that he's such a PLAGUE to me that i can't focus on finishing any before a new idea strikes 🙄 i'll try to list some of my wips out incase one sparks interest heheee

🙈🙈🙈 under the cut bc im embarrassed

"The Last Beautiful Thing" This one was the first in my fellowrot wipbible 🧎‍♀️💍 I posted a snippet here a couple weeks ago <3 It takes place immediately before Fellow accepts his job at Playful Land. He's always been chasing after "chances" his whole life -- you've watched him go through this cycle of thinking he's found a sliver of light, suffer failures, sink into a bitter rut, rinse and repeat. Now, he's been talking about a new chance (Playful Land) which rightfully leaves an unsettling feeling in your stomach. He refuses to go into detail about the job (only focusing on what good it will bring to you & Gidel) and when you try to stop him, he attempts to Life is Fun his way into reassuring you that things will work out.

Reader's concern is more on Fellow's mindset. You think he's slipping somewhere he won't be able to recover from. After all, they're used to being on the run, but the fact that he's skirting around the details solidifies for you that the stakes are much higher this time. 🤔 In the end, both of them are just trying to protect each other.

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"Is That How We're Going To Love?" 🙈 I DONT WANNA GET INTO THIS ONE. here's a snippet though:

You were clumsy in your efforts to lift him from his bed of soaked debris. Faint indentations circled his wrists, tender from some sort of bindings, so you tried to support him by the forearms instead. But no matter how carefully you went about maneuvering him, he would suck in his teeth, poorly suppressed cries sharp against your ears.

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"Escapades" uh KYAAA this one is kinda goofy its just a series of team rocket-esque shenanigans........ Fellow and Reader love each other lots but sometimes they say things that sting each other <- often offhand, but the impact lingers. It's not clear whether or not they like each other romantically. I don't think they ever think about it themselves. They've just known each other for a very long time and find safety in each other.

There came a point when Fellow would sometimes leave to let off steam (with other people) and Reader would have to keep dragging him back hfhfjkf. This forced Reader to grapple with their feelings because, honestly, they were madly jealous about it. But it's hard to say whether they wanted his love, or if they just felt bitter that they were losing their best friend. <- me when my yume keeps swerving from cute fluff to TENSION.

I scrapped that LOL I wanted to stay on the theme of lighthearted partners in crime....... ganging up to scam people......... pretending to be lovers only for show etc etc

#i thinkf ive told u abt some of these already hehe #ty for the ask bestie <33 #twst posting #twst imagines #fellow honest #fellow honest x reader #twst x reader

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lieutenantwilliamrusso · 2 years

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It Will Come Back S2 7

Warnings: Sex, 18+ Minors DNI

Werewolf! Stalker Billy x Female Reader

A/N: reposting bc of my never ending battle with the tumblr tags :,)

You wake first, Billy’s head on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your middle. His breathing is slow and deep, and you’re filled with a deep satisfaction at his calm state. You see his skin looks a little less pale as you brush his hair from his forehead. He’s beautiful, face framed by long thick lashes, dotted with dark freckles. His beauty makes you short of breath, catches you off guard all the time. There’s something growing in your chest as you watch him sleep. It’s warm and light and it fills the empty spaces until you can’t help but smile down at his prone form. You think you know the name for it, but you keep it locked away, safe for another day.

He stirs then, arms tightening momentarily as he wakes. Billy nuzzles his face into your chest, taking a deep breath as he opens his eyes. When they land on you, they soften, lips falling open just a little as he takes you in.

“Hi.” You whisper, afraid to break the morning calm with too much noise.

“Hey.” Billy answers, smiling softly up at you.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” You think he means it.

You keep stroking his hair, just watching him be. He watches you back, brown eyes flicking across your face every so often.

“Did you mean it?” He asks after a few minutes, eyes locking with your own and you know exactly what he's talking about.

“Every word. You and I can’t shake each other, Russo. I was wrong. You did something wrong. Cancels out, I guess.” You say, a wry smile on your lips.

“Don’t think it works like that, sweetheart.”

“You sayin’ you want me to change my mind?” You poke his back, running your nails over his shoulders as you say it.

He shivers, putting his head back on your chest and squeezing you tight.

“No, ma’am.” He says resolutely. “I’m sorry.” He adds.

“Me too.” You answer. “I can give you forgiveness, and I can work towards trust. Just be patient with me, okay?”

“As long as you stay you can have whatever you want.”

That makes you laugh, wrapping your arms back around Billy to hug him.

“Deal.”

He doesn’t let you leave his side, making a late breakfast with you and relaxing in front of the TV. The whole time Billy is pressed to your side or has a hand in yours. It’s sweet, the way he oscillates between cocky and downright adorable. It also turns you on, knowing you have that effect on him. You find your mind wandering to how solid Billy’s body is, how good he feels pressed against you, and you remember Frank’s words, but you’re hesitant. You’ve only just agreed to work on trusting Billy again. How will sex add to the already complicated equation?

There’s a part of you that doesn’t care. It’s the part that saw him last night and realized just how much he needs you, the part that acknowledges you might need him too.

So when you pass Billy's home office on the way to the bathroom and see the live feed of your apartment, you hatch a plan to fix it all.

“Hey, Bill.” You purr, coming back to the living room where Billy is still on the couch.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He replies, smile tugging at his lips.

“How’re you feeling?” You ask to gauge how you’ll proceed.

“I’m good. Feel normal.” He responds, and you believe him. His color is back and he’s entirely alert, the sharp focus returning to his eyes, the warmth to his skin.

“Is there anything I can do?” You ask, feigning helpful innocence.

Billy tilts his head, lips still curved upwards.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d come back over here.” He answers.

“Anything else?” You ask, obeying.

“Why do I feel like you want something else?” He asks, grabbing your wrist to pull you onto his lap when you get close enough.

“I do.” You reply as you wrap your arms around his neck, straddling his thighs.

“Do enlighten me.” He says, one eyebrow lifting.

Instead of answering you kiss him, slotting your lips together tightly. His mouth is warm, and just the slightest bit wet, and you aren’t sure how you lasted so long without this feeling. You curse yourself for wasting so much time away from him, even though deep down you know it had to happen. Still, you make a silent vow to never go more than a day without kissing Billy Russo again, and you fully expect to keep it.

He groans quietly, grabbing your waist to pull you flush against him. You gasp, and he uses to opportunity to lick into your mouth, rubbing his tongue against your own. It’s dirty and heated, and before you know it you’re rocking on the bulge in his sweatpants, wet and aching for more. But that’s not the plan. Before Billy can move his hands too far up your chest, you slide off his lap and onto the floor. He’s flushed, and a little confused as you kneel before him.

“What’re you up to?” He asks.

“What does it look like?” You sass, hands moving to rub his thighs.

They’re muscular and lithe, just like the rest of him. You’ve always been into thighs, and Billy’s are enough to make your mouth water. You wonder for a moment what they might feel like on your bare pussy, but you quickly draw your attention back to the task at hand.

“Looks like you want my cock in your mouth.” Billy says, cutting right to it.

“Who said that?” You feign innocence once more, eyes wide and brows raised.

“You think I don’t see how you’re looking at me, brat?” Billy retorts.

“Well someone has to make sure you aren’t sick anymore.” You say, finally dragging your fingers across his clothed cock.

You feel it twitch under your hand, and you get a sudden rush of confidence to see this through.

He doesn’t answer you, eyes locked on your hands and they begin to rub his thigh and stroke his cock. When he’s gasping and rocking his hips up into your hand, you look up to ask his permission silently. He meets your gaze, mouth swollen and red to nod at you, helping you to get him naked.

When he’s bare before you, his cock standing tall against the trail of hair on his pelvis, you lean up to hover over it. You look him in the eyes as you let a line of saliva fall from your lips to spread across the head of his cock, running down to the base in a glistening trail. You stick two fingers in your mouth, adding spit to them before you take Billy’s cock in your hand to stroke him at a leisurely pace. He moans, a short, gravelly thing that sends shivers down your shoulder blades, and makes your pussy clench.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “You are sick, huh?” You ask, pumping his dick a little faster.

“Huh?” He mumbles, brain entirely focused on the movement of your hand as you twist your wrist at the base of his cock.

“You’re a sick man, Billy. You wanna know why?” You ask, leaning forward to lick a stripe over the head.

When you pull back there’s a line of precome linking his skin to your tongue, and you let it trail over your lips before you lick it away.

“What are you talkin’ about?” He slurs, lost to the pleasure already.

“How many cameras are in my apartment?” You interrogate as he lifts his hips to meet your hand.

Suddenly he’s alert, eyes wide and mouth slack. When you stop stroking and squeeze, he groans, pleasure momentarily halted.

“Not enough, sweetheart.” He grits out. “Need one to see that pussy when you touch it.”

You laugh, unsurprised by his stalking after everything.

“You sick fuck, watching a woman touch herself like that. You're so lonely you have to watch me touch my pussy and wish I’d let you have it?” You tease, hand moving again.

“I’ll show you a sick fuck.” Billy growls as he knocks your hand away, grabbing the tops of your arms to pull you onto the couch.

You land with an "oof," on your back, chest heaving as Billy hovers over you.

“Yeah?” You taunt. “You think you deserve this pussy?”

Billy’s hand wraps around your throat, eyes level with yours.

“I think you’re gonna give it to me anyways. I think that little pussy is so soaked and desperate she’ll let me fuck her right here, huh?” He growls.

“Beg for it, then.” You sass, still wanting control.

Billy chuckles darkly, rubbing his cock over your clothed pussy, making you gasp and reach for his shoulders, grasping them tightly.

“Please, please try not to come before I’m even inside you. You gonna last or are you too cock hungry to even get your clothes off?” Billy retorts.

“Get them off then. Or is he just all bark and no bite?” You laugh.

Billy spanks the outside of your thigh, before he grabs the t-shirt you’d borrowed and rips it right down the front, a jagged line dividing the two pieces exposing your chest to him. You moan loudly, legs spreading as wide as you can get them.

“That’s more like it, fucking brat.”

He slides off your panties first, then your bra, tossing them behind him somewhere, and then you’re naked below Billy Russo for the second time. Your bite throbs, and you instinctively tilt your head back to expose your throat. Billy growls and attaches his mouth to the skin, sucking and biting on and around it. You buck your hips, desperate for some friction as he moves his hands to knead your breasts, fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as he mouths at your neck. Your nails dig into his shoulder, one hand now in his hair, tugging on finger fulls as he works you over.

When both of your hips press together just right you and Billy moan at the same time, and you silently urge him to take it farther.

“More, more please.” You beg in his head.

“Looks who’s begging now.” He teases right back.

“Billy Russo if you don’t fuck me right now I’m gonna kill you.” You moan out loud.

“Shh, I’m gonna suck on these pretty nipples first, and then we’ll see how you behave.” Billy commands, leaning down to do just that.

He sucks one nipple and then the other into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You let out a sound that’s half moan half sob as the pleasure builds, your thighs trapping Billy against you.

When he lets up, you think he’s finally going to fuck you, but Billy has other plans.

“Here’s the problem, sweet girl. You’ve been such a little tease today, playing with my cock and saying all kinds of bratty shit. And you know just how fucking tight you are. So what am I gonna do, huh? You think I should give you what you want and just fuck you? No, baby, I gotta open you up first, stretch that sweet hole. Gonna make you wait.” Billy purrs, voice velvet in your ear.

You shiver, refusing to let up on the steel grip you have on his body. He tugs your hands free though and puts one hand on the back his head, the other he takes and places it on his shoulder, and you’re suddenly very aware that he’s about to go down on you.

Billy taps your lips with the fingers of his right hand, and you open for him, sucking his middle and index fingers between your lips, wetting them. You release them with a pop, and Billy continues to move down your body, pressing his wet fingers to your clit as he kisses down your skin. He licks a stripe from your collarbone down to your breasts, kissing each nipple wetly so the cold air slides against them as he descends to your stomach, nipping the soft skin before he reaches your mound. Billy presses kisses down it before pulling away to take your thighs in his hands, pulling them over his shoulders as he settles on his stomach between them. He kisses one inner thigh and then the other, pausing to suck a dark bruise into the skin as he grips them from the outside.

You’re floating by now, mind lost to the pleasure. The only sounds you make are strained moans and sighs that carry Billy’s name. When he finally, finally presses his mouth to your clit, you gasp, hips lifting hard, only stopped by Billy’s arms around your thighs. He licks and sucks on the bud, rolling it beneath his tongue with just the right amount of pressure. When he sucks and releases with an obscenely wet sound, he kisses down your slit, dipping his tongue between your folds until he’s making out with your pussy, the sound of your soaked cunt making Billy moan into your skin. You remove the hand that’s on Billy's shoulder and bring it to meet the other in his hair, pulling on the silky strands as he eats your cunt like a starved man.

When you’re plenty pliant and writhing beneath him, Billy breaches your entrance with two fingers, scissoring them inside of you to prep for his cock. His hand quickly becomes soaked, your pussy coating his skin until it glistens and you’re sure by now you’ve ruined his couch underneath you. Your first orgasm is quickly approaching, and you’re sure Billy can tell by the way you repeatedly clench around his long fingers. They stroke your walls, rubbing the spongy spot inside of you as he flicks your clit with his tongue. It only takes a few more seconds for you to come apart for him, a prolonged moan falling from your lips as you come, thighs squeezing around his head. Billy moans with you, and as you come down you notice the way his hips rock slowly into the couch cushion.

He stays between your legs for a moment, breathing you in and savoring your taste in his mouth as you try to regain motion in your lower half. You’re clinging to his shoulders now, attempting to catch your breath.

When you’re as calm as you can be knowing Billy Russo is about to fuck you, he moves back up your body to meet your clouded over gaze.

“How are you doing, sweet girl? Still wanna kill me?”

“Shut up.” You mumble, tracing shapes on his collar bone.

“You taste perfect.” He says honestly, brown eyes molten in the light.

“I know.” You sass, eyes barely open.

“I guess I still need to fuck that out of you, huh?” He says, pulling back abruptly.

Then you’re being thrown over Billy’s shoulder and carried to his bedroom. When he tosses you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, you stop to take in the room for a second. It’s neat if not a little sparse, like someone with good taste lives here but they aren’t around much. There are no family pictures and barely any personal knickknacks. It sends a brief pang of sadness through you, just how few people Billy has. It makes you grateful to be one as he stalks towards you, cock red and dripping.

Any other thought leaves your head as he comes to lay beside you on the bed, spreading his thighs.

“Come on. You’re gonna ride it, brat.”

Your eyes widen, taking in his words, the meaning making you impossibly wetter. You crawl over, straddling his thighs. He puts his hands on your own thighs, giving you stability as you lift up to align his cock with your entrance. You rub your folds against his head, spreading your wetness as he shudders beneath you. When you take the first few inches you both moan. You throw your head back as you press him deeper inside of you, the stretch amplifying the already overwhelming pleasure. When he bottoms out you begin to rock, grinding your hips just right so that his cock drags along all the sweet spots inside of you. He grips your hip one hand, the other coming up to squeeze a breast as you pick up speed. You grab his pecs, digging your fingers into the soft flesh as you begin to bounce.

Your ass slaps against his hips as he adjusts his grips to grasp both hips in his hands, pulling you down onto him with each bounce. He thrusts up to meet you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Come on, just like that. Milk my cock with that pretty cunt.” He moans.

“Billy, Billy yes, right there!” You feel your second orgasm swiftly approaching, cresting over your lower belly in a wave.

“Gonna come in this tight pussy, fill you with it. You know why baby?” Billy asks between groans.

You shake your head, words lost.

“Because you’re mine. My girl, my fucking girl.” He moans, thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Yours!” You whine in agreement.

A few more seconds and then you’re coming undone together, orgasms triggered by each other’s movements. You ride it together, you milking his cock as he twitches in your wet heat, filling you until his come leaks out around your entrance.

There’s only the sound of your breathing as you flop onto Billy’s chest, nuzzling into it with him still inside of you.

That warm feeling is back, spreading over your chest as you breath him in. It’s in the front of your mind, the unnamed emotion, as you rest on the only man you’ve ever felt like calling home. You’re home, in his arms, on his cock. There’s not another place you want to be, ever.

#billy russo x reader #my fics #billy russo #monster!billy russo

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I wrote a little thing for DJ @darkworkcourier bc I love them and it’s decent writing so it’s going on my blog lmao cw: torture, blood, violence, lots of unhinged violence, lots of disjointed, mindless man is going to kill for his lover violence

He had kissed the curve of her belly. Right at the side, where he could just barely see the swell of her (the swell of what would be, the newness of her body constantly waking up parts of him he’d swore off forever, the knowledge of the jointness of them together, just there, where he was kissing). Nick had trailed his lips up, pressed more to her ribs, felt the way she had shivered underneath him. The soft drag of her deft fingers up into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Her smile just for him; just for them. What was to be. What would become.

“She was taken—Dr. Adler was—”

—

She was in his lap, her arms around his neck, she was kissing him, she was filling him with a light that had been snuffed out so long ago. Not the bright white light of an angelic heavenly Catholic scene painted in murals, she was soft orange light, warm and inviting and sensual and gentle. She was telling him he was good (“I am not.” “You are. I see it. I see it, Nick.”) and he was holding her waist. He was pulling her closer, he was keeping her and not letting her go. His hand was on her stomach, it was trembling and she was smiling, because he could feel the smile on her lips.

I love—

They were talking about her.

Two guards, in those slick black tactical fits. Both of them held rifles; one lazily, like the weight of it was annoying, the other shifting from one foot to the other—as if guarding Adler was a chore. A silly task they didn’t have to put effort into. They were saying things about her that made his teeth clench so tight he felt the fillings in them move.

“She is hot—”

“Good body—”

“Wouldn’t mind if the commander—”

“Do you think she’ll—”

Her hair was soft in his hand, moving through his fingers like water. She was chastising him for a poor stitch, a hasty movement that would result in a thicker scar when a thinner one was an option—he was telling her they’re mercenaries, they like their scars. She was laying a fist on his chest and pulling her brows together and talking of integrity of the procedure and he was thinking, she is so beautiful it is like an architect designed her—

Nick’s white coat was drenched with blood.

He had not geared for this. Leave that to KorTac who was scouring the base. Leave that to Stilleto and Mouse and Aksel; big bulky tactical vests. Holsters for guns, ammo magazines strapped to their chests. Nick had a scalpel and a gun. He had not even used the gun yet.

The dead body next to him had a gaping smile across it’s throat. It was so deep he had nearly cut through the sinew that connected segments of the spine. The blood had sprayed out in a thin line, cut through his face and he was tacky with it. His hand was wet with it. The scalpel’s blade was so thin, so wickedly sharp. He did not care for anything else.

There was a sharp sounding cry from the room.

There was a ringing sound that followed in his ear. Loud, tinny, bright. Spots of white danced in his vision. His arm was vibrating, shaking all the way to the wicked point of the scalpel. Something was crawling up inside him, was working its way out his throat. Something was becoming; inside he was moving parts of blood and bone and flesh and no longer was any of it human. No longer did a shred of humanity touch his innards. A tremble tightened the skin of his scalp, made all the hair raise up on his body. His lips peeled back from teeth, his eyes widened.

When his teeth unclenched, it felt like something died in his maw. All the shivering stopped and the ringing was gone and the singular focus that he was going to eviscerate the man responsible for making her cry out like that was his last cohesive thought.

Then the door to where they were keeping Adler swung open.

The big man exited, flexing a fist. Nick could see flecks of red, knew they were blood, but the part of his brain that recognized anything was firing synapses at a rate that wouldn’t connect. They were all talking, all three and laughing.

“No more smoking.” She had those little dark smudges under her eyes that worried him, made him think she didn’t sleep enough. He was trying to smuggle the cigarette pack back from her and she was holding it behind her, resting it on her lower back. She was raising eyebrows, using that face she did when she was wrestling mercenaries under her grip to do her bidding. “Bad for health.” He was leaning in for a kiss, dragging his lips over hers and to her ears and telling her, he knew she liked the way he looked with one, knew she found him appealing with the smoke and the sin and she was tapping under his chin with two fingers.

“I like you healthy, Nick.”

Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them. Kill them.

The one who had undoubtedly hurt his lover was moving forward, around the bend where he was waiting. A drop of blood had slipped from his fist toward his forearm, like he’d held it up to examine his handiwork, like he’d found something appealing in the thin red line and Nick’s body was humming. With the violence, with the need to become the blade, to—

When he crossed over the threshold, Nick lashed out.

One quick puncture to that throbbing artery in his neck and the man’s gurgling was the only noise before the heavy thudding of his body to the ground. Thick, viscous red oozed from him, his battering hand held to cover the wound. It bubbled up in his mouth, poured from there too and Nick stood over him. He wanted to watch the life leave his eyes, wanted to observe as he sunk deep into Hell.

It was not satisfying—because Nick could only focus on the little drops of blood on the mans pants—not his own from his death. That blood—he could lick it and know it came from Adler, he could hold that blood on his tongue and find her body with it, like a hound dog with a sense. He could find her by blood alone and the fire inside him was becoming too hot. Nuclear.

The guards were coming. The sounds had alerted them. Watch dogs.

Nick was something scarier than a dog called to violence. His shoulders heaved with the heaviness of his breath and when they crested, rifles raised, his own handgun had finally slipped from his chest holster.

—

He was slipping on her shoe. He was kneeling at her feet. Slowly, with a hand wrapped around the delicate curve of her arch. He kissed her shin as he gently moved the practical little black flat onto her foot. His lips touched her knee cap. Nick’s eyes rose and she reached for him then. Her fingertips glanced over his cheek.

Everything for you, Leonie. Everything, everything, everything.

—

Nick’s hand held the bullet wound in his side. The surgeon inside him was calculating; what had been shredded, was there blood in his mouth, was it his own or was it the guards? Pressure, put pressure on—Another scar, just another scar on top of every scar he already had.

Wounded, bloody, unholy, he stumbled into the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

He had kissed the curve of her belly.

Nick said her name.

Her head rose slightly. Blood slid from a cut on her forehead, wetting her eyelashes.

A crash through the door made Nick turn. His hand came up in time to stop the gun from firing into his skull, painting the woman in the chair with his brain matter and blood. The bullet ricocheted off the concrete floor, pinged into the wall and Nick could only scream.

Could only bring the scalpel up, shove into the Shadow operators throat. Blood poured, washed over his hand but he didn’t stop. He shoved, bracing the operator against the wall as he scalpel slipped from his neck and went for the gut. Nick found the sensitive part of the man’s insides and slid up. He felt the organs pour, felt the warm wetness of his insides slipping free. Saw the whiteness of the mans eyes as they rolled back. The entire full body convulsions as he fell away.

It was raining. She was under the umbrella, her hand extended out beyond its cover. Drops slid over her skin. I will tell her, he thinks. I will tell her what she means to me. And she will—

“Nick?”

His head snapped to her, his side a burning, pulsing throb of pain. He could feel the blood escaping him, could feel the way it was making him lightheaded and unsteady. He was up to his elbows in blood, his white coat was red. He was viscera and gore; he was going to her, he was falling to one knee and looking at her and she—

Was so bruised. A collar of them around her neck like someone had handled her like she was cattle, had thrown her around by that slim, beautiful neck. Her eye was swollen from the punch, blood crusted around one of her nostrils. The cut on her forehead was still bleeding, steady and cruel. Her shirt collar was ripped open, cut to expose her collarbone and someone had hurt her there too, a fingerprint bruise that made his eyes vibrate in his skull. Something opened inside him again, a nest of cockroaches that opened wings and took flight. He wanted to open his mouth and spill something vile and disgusting and poisonous into the world.

The umbrella tilted back and she met the rain, let it briefly wash over her. Little tendrils of her black hair clung to her pale skin.

She has to know that my heart beat is inside her now.

The scalpel slid through the zipties at her feet, at her hands and he did not think about how pink the skin of her hands was, the cut into her circulation.

“With me, amor,” he whispered to her, sliding arms around her.

“Pressure,” she replied, her hand finding the wound at his side and pressing. He wanted to scream with the pain of it, the way it tore up his body and made him feel alive again. Her hand turning red with his blood and he kissed her then. His lips met hers and she made a soft sound at the feel of him and he could not stop himself from kissing her.

He could not stop himself.

#original writing #occasionally i dont just write fanfic #altho this is basically fanfic adjacent since nick is a call of duty oc #but whatever #doctor nick #nick x adler #im literally going to die for them #i'll die in a hole for them

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