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sardonic-the-writer · 2 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: hells greatest dad—various artists

↳ notes: this turned out way longer than expected. reblogs are appreciated

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• What you did with your spare time outside the hotel had never been a problem

• Everyone blew off steam in different ways. Husk gambled is days away at dinghy bars, Vaggie practiced sparing, and Sir Pentious dreamed up designs for his retired war machines. The important thing was that everyone knew better than to ask the other about it

• So your friendship with Lucifer never come up. At least, not until Charlie decided to invite her dad over one day

• You were well aware of the strange relationship you had with the king of hell. He was all powerful ,and technically your ruler, sure, but it was hard to view him that way after you caught him babying a small army of rubber ducks

• It had been such a long time since you’d first met him, honestly you were still surprised you’d remembered it

• Back when you still worked as a part time package deliverer for the UPS equivalent of hell, you’d been tasked with handing off a rather heavy, and rather odd shaped box. The label didn’t give an address, rather a small drawing of an apple with a snake curled around it

• It took you a while, and way too many u-turns, to arrive at a pair of tall metal gates

• An uncertain push of a button had been delivered to a nearby buzzer, and you briefly wondered if you had been sent on a dead end errand. Your boss liked to do that; said it kept his employees on their toes. You just thought that he enjoyed seeing the pissed off looks of returnees

• Nothing longer than a minute passed before you were answered with an overjoyed voice, sounding rushed and getting father away from the mic as he proclaimed ‘I’ll be right down Terrance!!’

• It was only when Lucifer himself had opened the gates to allow you in, that his face fell from an excited grin into one of confusion

• “Oh. You’re not my normal guy.” He frowned, looking up at you slightly. “Are you sure you have my package.”

• You simply showed him the address label’s drawing, and he nodded

• “Yeah that’s it alright.” A little bit of the enthusiasm he had shown at the sight of his delivery reappeared before you. It didn’t take long after that before he remembered that you were both still standing outside the towering stature of his house, and quickly invited you inside so you could help him move the package where he wanted it

• “So! Is Terrance sick or something? I could have sworn it was just yesterday that he was where you are now. Or a few days. Maybe a few weeks. Alright it’s been a while, but can you blame me. Do you know who I’m talking about? Long horns, red splotches, and a weird amount of hands. He always had the funniest jokes to tell though— “

• The first impression of him you got was weird. For the ruler of hell at least. But as time went on, and you kept delivering packages to his house with each passing month, he just struck you as lonely. His house, while big, was always empty. You would go as far as to say that you were the only steady interaction he had. Even if you were technically required to visit him

• Eventually, you quit your job. It had been a long time coming, and you were looking forward to a different take on life away from packing peanuts and scotch tape. Yet, for some reason, you didn’t stop showing up at Lucifers place. And he didn’t stop letting you in

• “You know—“ The devil approached you one hot afternoon in his work room. It was actually quite cold outside, but the fire breathing duck in his hands had heated up the room something fierce upon demonstration. “If you ever need someplace to stay, my daughter has a passion project that she wont stop talking about. It’s pretty sparse in souls, and I’m sure she’d let you stay there as long as you went along with her plan that she has!”

• You tilted your head with a small hum that day, choosing not to mention the far away look in Lucifers eyes as he talked about his daughter

• “Sounds better than where I’m currently living.” You shrugged, handing him a spare bolt off of the floor when it rolled off his work desk. “Where is the place?”

• So you’d shown up on the Hazbin Hotel’s doorstep, then still known as the Happy Hotel, with a bag or two in had and asking for a room

• You hadn’t told Charlie that Lucifer had mentioned it to you. You didn’t want her to feel like you were only there because he dad had named dropped it, but you guessed that she had her suspicions. You didn’t seem very taken with her title as princess of hell after all

• You were there nearly as long as Angel Dust; the likes of which showed up in the room next to yours a week after the move

• That means you were present for the embarrassing news interview, and in turn, the introduction of Alastor as a new patron

• He had been annoyed by you at first. Unlike Charlie’s slight nervousness at his appearance, or Vaggie’s outright aggression, you practically ignored his spectacular entrance, save for a few quick comments

• That had bugged Alastor. You’d hardly reacted when he’d shown just a sliver of his powers. Your lackluster once over as he pulled the darling Nifty from a fireplace had given him nothing to go on. Nothing!

• “Now what’s your role here, my friend!” The Radio Demon practically sang to you on that same afternoon. He waltzed over to your position in a corner, and his smile thinned slightly as you barely spared a glance at him. You found yourself much more enthralled with the sight of Husk fending off Angel’s advances over at the bar

• “I’m a tenant.” You mumbled, looking right through him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed down at you in an unreadable emotion that day

• He took to annoying you for the remainder of his stay following his debut. With every day, he increased his pestering, and you continued to remain the same

• Neither of you made a breakthrough with the other for quite a while. Months passed, and he found you looking as disinterested as ever with his display of powers. At this point he was sure you were purposely giving him nothing just to see his smile crack at the edges. And he was getting frustrated, for a lack of better words

• It wasn’t until you’d wandered into his recording studio by mistake that something changed

• Alastor felt a disturbance in the air the moment you stepped foot in his little alcove. Territorial demons such as himself could always tell when somebody was trespassing on their land, especially when having as much power as he did, and you were no exception to this rule

• He materialized behind you almost instantly. His limbs were already beginning to crack and stretch in size, a glowing smile casting wild shadows all throughout the room as he searched for what was sure to be your cowering form as you dropped whatever item you were attempting to steal

• Instead, he found you kneeling to the side of his polished desk, blinking up at him as your hands sat frozen in the motion of flipping through a record basket. His record basket

• “And what, pray tell—” Alastor’s distorted voice sounded like an screeching echo. He wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the hotel could hear it from downstairs “—are you doing here my dear?”

• You didn’t say anything for a moment. He watched as your eyes flickered to this symbols floating around him, then back down to his face

• “I was looking for some good music. Sorry to intrude” You eventually pull out of your weird staring match with him. Dusting the seat of your pants off, you rise to walk past him and towards the door

• Alastor’s mouth opens to say something, but stops when you pause in the doorframe

• “Nice antlers by the way.” You shrug. He doesn’t have to look up to know your talking about the honey structures protruding from his forehead. They really only come out when he starts to take on his true demonic form, and never before has he had someone compliment them

• Before he can get a better read on you, you’re gone

• Turns out, you weren’t exactly unimpressed with him. Just wary in your own way. It was a slight hit to the overlords ego that he hadn’t been able to pick up on that so quick, but he’d never admit it. Instead he took to your new attitude with rigorous mischief

• Music and murder had been the thing to bridge the gap between the two of you. When Alastor discovered you were particularly fascinated by his time period, he laughed heartily

• “Why my dear, you should have told me you had such good taste!” He wrapped a tight arm around your shoulders. “What is it you wish to know about the darling 1920’s?”

• “Did you really feed your victims to alligators?”

• “Hah! That’s for me to know, and you to find out,” He said while flicking your nose. You just hummed with a scrunch of your eyebrows and wriggled out of his grip. Alastor laughed at that

• You wouldn’t classify the two of you as friends necessarily, but Husk did mention one day that the fact he didn’t kill you that day in his recording studio stood for something

• “He’s murdered demons for less.” The grumpy cat told you. You chose not to respond

• Everything came to a head the day Lucifer showed up at the request of his daughter

• He didn’t notice you right away, instead doing a little dance with Razzle and Dazzle as the rest of the hotel watched on confused. Angel tossed you a look and you just shrugged

• Lucifer eventually spotted you standing by the scrappy welcome table. With the same exuberance that you'd seen time and time again before, he hugged you almost immediately

• “Good to see you again too, Luce. Heard you were coming over.” You exhaled after he set you down. You chose to ignore Alastor as he stepped out of his shadows and stood behind you ominously. You could almost feel his gaze burning a hole in the back of your head

• “Ah so this is his majesty! You’re a bit shorter than I expected.” Alastor’s voice was a bit more grating than you recalled. His grip on his cane tightened as you raised your eyebrow at him

• “Uh, excuse me. Exactly who are you? Lucifer gave the overlord a once over, looking very bored as he did so

• An eye twitch

• “Why the Radio Demon of course! Manager to this very fine establishment, and a—!”

• “Nope. Never heard of you. Sorry.” Lucifer cut Alastor off and smiled tensely from next to you, not sounding sorry at all

• It became apparent very quickly that the two of them didn’t mix. If a competitive musical number didn’t convince you of that, the way the both of them wouldn’t let go of your arms sure did. By the end point of Lucifer’s visit, you were sure a bruise or two had formed on your forearms

• “You know you should really come visit me more!” Lucifer adjusted his hat as he spoke, sending you a sharp toothed smile as he prepared to step out the door. “I’m sure you get tired of this hotel sometimes. Or at least the people—“

• “I’m sure you’ll find they are perfectly happy with their arrangement!” Alastor didn’t let Lucifer finish his thought. His shadows were getting restless at this point, stretching in the three of yours direction as if attempting to push Lucifer out. At this point Charlie and Vaggie had stopped paying attention to the weird power play between the two of them, instead talking about their upcoming trip to heaven together, so you were all alone. Save for two of your friends that were acting really weird

• "You know maybe the two of you shouldn't hang out."

• "Agreed."

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nkogneatho · 11 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐃!𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐒.

#emergency commissions!!

#mlist #taglist #liawot #whoreclub

—Characters- Isagi, Shidou, Nagi, Rin, Bachira, Barou.

—cw: gut clenching, deep, vulg@r analysis, gagging, choking, size kink, hex codes.

—A/n: You can hate me but you can't disagree with me on this. Writing this made my mum whoop my ass because the milk on the stove burnt while I was thinking about the color of Barou's cock.

Reblogs are highly appreciated.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

code: #EBC4A7

Alright listen. Yoichi's dick is not too girthy, not too long. BUT, it's just perfect. It's 5.7 inch. The head takes up about an inch. It's not fat but rather a bit aligned with the body of his dick. It's perfect because he slides in so easily, your juices and the skin on his shaft creating noises that are nore lewd than your moans. He isn't really veiny but there are slight green traces visible. If you lick a stripe on it, you can feel the veins on your tongue. Yoichi loves the way you adore his dick. You know how his personality switches up so fast in the field when he scores? Yeah he feels the same shit when you have your eyes scan that perfection. He really has a pretty face and a pretty dick. Yoichi is proud of his size though. He doesn't care about having a big monster cock(eyeing bachira rn) because he still has you moaning, screaming, whimpering his name when he rails you after a win.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

Code: #734125

Here me out. Shidou is just a little longer than average but fat asf. He really doesn't give to fucks about being longer because that fat meat??? That cock will slide in anyone and rewire their brain into loving his size. He is girthy, it looks like a big love sausage (not my words. that's what he calls it. Slut asf). You know when he is getting turned on, his dick does that spring thing where it slowly gets up until his mushroom tip has surpassed the trimmed hair on his crotch. You thought that shit only happens in porn but Mr. Shidpu Ryuusei from big dick community proved you wrong. Speaking of tips, Shidou's tip is fat, one shade lighter than his brown base. He has a pretty visible opening on it. You can always see the way his cum seeps out and falls on your face (if you are lucky enough to dodge the string of it reaching your lashes, blurring your vision because this mf always shoots it near your eyes) He does it on purpose btw.

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

Code: #F2BCA5

Oh boy!! Rin has a long one. We're talking about atleast 6.5 to 7 inches. Again the one where his length makes up for the girth. So what if it isn't fat? it's long enough for you to choke on it. It is frustrating because you always struggle swallowing him whole. Rin wants nothing but to hit the back of your throat while your lips atleast brush against his balls but it is impossible to do so without gagging. He knows it, but he'llnevwr show that smug expressionon his face. Instead he's awarding himself for making you gag on it, internally. He always needs to guide you to it. His dick is like a lighter peach color, but the tip is pink. Again the tip isn't what is big but the body of his cock. You have to have a hand at the base to make sure you are stimulating his whole shaft while giving him head.

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

Code: #F2CDC2

Nah cuz Nagi really won. He us another guy who's dick is as pretty as him. Like we're talking about immaculate facial feature and a beautiful dick??? *Chefs kiss* Now about the size, it looks the right size, right? But you're proven wrong because he is one of those guys who gets bigger as he is more turned on. You underestimate him, thinking you can take him, but tears brim your eyes when you find his tip kissing the spot, and he isn't even fully in yet. AND HE HAS THE NEVER TO SMILE AS YOU STRUGGLE TO TAKE HIM IN. He isn't even mocking you. That's just Nagi Seishiro's amused expression. Again Nagi has a pretty similar tip as a Isagi. It isn't a big mushroom tip but a bulge that softens as it follows the lines on the cock. Sei has a color somewhat similar between a pink and peach, with a cooler undertone.

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Code: #EEC0A2

Haha all the best y'all. He is one of those guys who looks short but has a monster cock hidden inside his pants. He is so casual about it though for what??? Like sir hello?? I can see that dick print through the sweats. Bachira never flexed about his size. He didn't care and thought it never mattered. It's so funny that he gets confused when you widen your eyes when he is out of the shower ALL NAKED, and you have to witness it all hard, fat and sprung up becaus ehe was in there thinking about you. He has very visible veins on his cock. You can the dark and light green lines on them. Despite having a big dick, Bachira makes sure to ease it in you. He has a fished-mouth tip, flushed rose pink color, and he cums a lot. I am talking thick ropes spurting on your stomach when he pulls out.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐈

Code: #FCDDC7

I am being biased here but I couldn't give two shits about it because I know y'all will agree. Listen. HORSE COCK BAROU. You know it bitch. Don't deny. He is biiig. You thought he was fucking around when he said he has a big package but DAMN. Homeboy wasn't lying when you saw him in the locker room for the first time, with a boner that surpasses his belly button. You gulp down after a while of hanging your jaw open with awe. Barou had thick veins baby. Dotted condom who??? We have Barou with them thick veins that pleasure you the way no mfing condom can. He also has fat balls which means now you get why he has the balls to call others donkey and that king complex shit of his. About his tip? Yeah it takes up about 1.5 inches of his cock, and pops out like champagne cork when he pulls out of you.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk. I am your host, pasi. REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG for part 2

Tagging: @milophiliac @satorhime @witchofoe @gojoest @tetsuclez @pu-re-love @sugardaddyreo @loml-riri @aztecbrujeria @his-saiko

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Honey Bee on the Wall

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reder

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle to rough sex, whining, mirror sex, wall sex, size difference

Word count: 1k

A/N: Smut commission for a very cultured commissioner. Wall sex is amazing!

"Oh no. Not the puppy dog pout. You know I can't resist that."

"Come on sugar, please? Just once, I promise I won't drop you." Miguel put his hands together as he knelt few spaces away from you on the bed. He'd been a little odd lately, always looking over at you when you were alone, then away, then back at you. You figured he was pent up and yeah, his raging hard dick spoke for itself.

There was something specific your boyfriend wanted this time. "Where did you even get the idea to fuck me while holding me against the wall?"

"From Ben actually. I heard him talking about doing that with his girlfriend. Sounded pretty fun. Plus I've kinda been looking at ways to use my powers when we fuck. Much as I know you enjoy it, and I do too, I can't always be tying you up." Bondage seemed like a logical thing to try with someone who could shoot webs, that was one of the first things you tried with him.

Images of you being fully restrained and suspended from the celling flashed through your mind, not aiding the pulsing and wetness gathering between your legs, "But I like it when you tie me up Miguel."

"I know, I know but... I wanna try something new. Come on, pretty please." His full cute power came out as he pressed his lips together and crawled between you legs then looked up at you.

"Oh my fucking-" You had to turn and walk away to gather your thoughts, "Oh no. Not the puppy dog pout. You know I can't resist that." Miguel let out a small chuckle as he followed you, constantly invading your field of vision, "Fine! Fine! We can try it. You win, just stop with the puppy dog pout."

His grin really brightened up the room.

Miguel took you by the hand and walked you to the nearest wall in your bedroom, which just so happened to be on the opposite side of the mirror. He gave this a lot of thought. "I think we can compromise a little. Let me lift you up for a second." Not long after he did you felt the familiar pull and taunt of his webbing against your thighs and his hand around your wrists, "Look at how pretty you look."

When you saw yourself in the mirror you could see everything so clearly, your flustered face, your full breasts and stiff nipples, your pussy on full display and Miguel's fingers moving down towards it. He kept his eyes on you while you looked at yourself in the mirror, the way his fingers revealed your puffy clit and rolled tight little circles around it, the way his fingers pressed and pushed inside of your wanting pussy. "Hold on. This- this is embarrassing."

"And getting fucked like a sexdoll while hanging off the celling isn't? I want you to see how sexy you look when I'm fucking you." Just one of his fingers felt like two, almost three of your own, "Come on, look. Look at how well your pussy takes my finger. I think it wants more. I think it wants this." He moved himself in front of you, now his messy hair, big, muscular back, his ass and the bottom of his heavy balls was all you could see in the mirror. But what you felt was the broad, angry, leaky head of his cock pushing slowly past your entrance. "Okay so far?"

"I think so." But you weren't gonna be for long, not if he kept looking at you so softly while all you could see was your own horny face reflected at you. You'd never seen the face you made when he'd push inside of you, the way your lips opened or the way your eyes fluttered.

"You're tighter then usual. Knew you'd like it like this, seeing yourself getting fucked by me. Don't look away sweetheart, promise me you'll look until the end." Miguel puffed against your neck, big hands holding your hips, yours draping over his shoulders for that extra balance.

Rolling his hips forward he you felt his cock practically split you open, slowly sinking himself deeper and deeper into your wanting pussy. Small moans began to turn louder, longer, broken up as he finally bottomed out. "God Miguel. You make me so full."

"You feel good when you're stretched around me don't you? That's all for you." He pulled out equally as slow but the next thrust made you gasp and fall short of breath. He smacked inside you hard in such rapid pace. You can hardly breathe as you watch yourself get fucked by him, seeing it and feeling it the same time. "Good girl, good girl keep your eyes forward. I'm gonna fuck your orgasm right out of you."

Out of you? And his into you by how hard his balls kept smacking against your ass cheeks. In this position with your legs webbed open to the wall you didn't dare look down. If you did it would surely make you go crazy, this was already driving you crazy.

Your pussy starts gripping around him harder, almost refusing to let him go despite his relentless movement. The sight of your face on the verge of an orgasm combined with the loud squelching noises and wet skin slapping together urged you towards your climax quicker than you thought. Your cunt clenched and flooded all over him, egging him on to go faster. The stimulation was getting to be too much, one orgasm done and another beginning, "Yes, another, you'll come again. Come for me, baby, come for me!"

The next orgasm takes all the air from your lungs, making your vision go spotty and then white. Miguel kissed your neck in appreciation as his own body shuddering with release, painting your insides white with his hot load. Your pussy milked him of every drop of it.

The sticky mix of cum leaks and flows from you when he finally pulls out and takes you into his arms, "Open your eyes beautiful, it's okay now, I'm here, I've got you." You opened your eyes, vision blurry but clear just enough to see him press a firm kiss to your forehead. You melted against his body, murmuring an apology for the cum making puddle on the floor. "Takes two to make that mess. I'll clean it up don't worry, you sleep for a bit alright?" Miguel let out a deep rumble from inside his chest, the sound warming you up from the inside out, finally causing your heavy eyelids to close.

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just-a-creep-babe · 1 year

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61 for the smut thing? Can you do EJ

Ooooooh so i was sUper inspired during this one, and I’m thinking bout turning it into a multiple-part fic--would y’all be interested? 👀

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61. “Just…once. Please. I just need to taste you once.”

It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you

But you didn’t know just how badly he wanted you

Or how often he found himself thinking of you

And how often that led to him rutting his stiff cock into his fist, desperately wishing it was you beneath him instead

You knew Jack was into you

But you didn’t know he was borderline obsessed with you

He passes you down the hall on Friday night, and your scent alone is nearly enough to drive him feral

You pause in your tracks, then call out to him

“Oh, Jack!”

God, just the way you say his name has the muscles in his abdomen tensing

He turns to you

“Yeah, what’s up?”

He tries not to cringe at how husky his voice sounds—you somehow always seem to coax a deeper pitch from him, almost as if by some kind of instinct

You smile, and god, he swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

“Are you free right now?”

For you? Always

“I wanna get some training done,” you continue, entirely unaware of the way his heart is beating in his chest, “but I can’t find anyone else to spar with”

“I’m free,” he blurts the words out faster than intended, but only because the thought of you sparring with someone else makes his blood boil

“Great,” you smile again, and he can feel himself getting warmer, “are you ready for it right now, or do you have to change or something?”

“Now’s fine,” he hums

He gestures for you to lead the way, which you happily oblige

You make small talk as you walk down the corridor to the gym together

He could listen to you all day

He wants to hear every possible sound that can escape your delicate little throat; your laughter, your hums, your moans, your screams

Fuck, he has to distract himself

By the time you get to the training mats, he’s already partially hard

And though they won’t be fun to work out in, he’s thankful he wore his dark jeans instead of his grey sweats—he hates the thought of making you uncomfortable just because his damn pants might betray his arousal

“You really gonna fight me in that?” you laugh, and for a split second, he’s scared you can read his mind

But then he realizes you’re talking about his oversized hoodie, and relief washes over him

Wait—are you flirting with him?

Dumb grin on his face, he shakes his head and pulls the top over his head, tossing it out of the way into the corner of the room

“That better?”

He’s shirtless beneath it, and he almost can’t help but tense his muscles to give you a bit of a show

“Mmh, yeah, I guess it’ll do~” you tease

Fuck, fuck, fuck

He forces himself to think about Jeff and BEN to hopefully ease the way his pants keep tightening around him

He wants nothing more than to inhale your scent to see if there’s any change in your hormones

Does seeing him shirtless like this turn you on—even if just the slightest bit?

But he knows he’d be done for if he focuses too much on your scent

It’s already hard enough for him to control himself around you as is

You bring your hands up either side of your face, readying your stance, and he does the same

A mutual nod is shared, indicating you’re both ready, and then you’re making the first move

You step towards him and try to throw a hook

He dodges easily, then retaliates by kicking at the foot you’ve shifted your weight to

You stumble, but only for a second before using the momentum to try for another punch, this time aimed at his stomach

Again, he sidesteps it, his instincts making him unnaturally light on his feet

He wonders if he should let you get a few hits in; he’d hate to see you train with someone else just because he so obviously outmatches you

But while he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to fake out another punch, only to spin on your heels and give him a roundhouse kick

He tries to dodge it at the last second, but combined with his previous dilemma and the fact that he’s still very much so trying to conceal a boner, you hit him right in his side

He chokes out a groan, clutching the spot you landed the blow, and while you’re ahead, you take another shot, this time at his legs

He’s just as shocked as you must be when you get the hit in

He falls to his knees, and you’re about to drop your attack stance when he reaches out and grabs your ankle

His instincts take over for a split second, and the next thing he knows, he’s on top of you, pinning you down, and the both of you are panting heavily

Well, there go his attempts at hiding his hard-on

“Jack—“

You cut yourself off when you notice the way he’s looking down at you

The air seems to grow thick

Neither of you say anything

You both just lie there, staring at each other, sweaty body on sweaty body while you try to catch your breaths

And then, it happens

He makes the fatal mistake of breathing you in

Your scent is intoxicating

As soon as he gets a whiff, he can’t help but nestle into your neck to breathe in more of you

It’s not just your sweat—you’re turned on

You want him

His pelvis digs into yours, rolling circles between your thighs

“J-Jack—“

You gasp his name, and he almost has to stop himself from biting down into your neck right then and there

He wants to claim you, brand his mark into your skin

You’re his, you’re all his

The only thing stopping him from doing that right now is his damn fucking mask

“J-Jack, stop—“

His body freezes at the command

The word stop repeats itself in his clouded, lust-drunk mind

“W-we can’t,” you swallow thickly, “we can’t do this”

“…Why not?”

Any other time, it would’ve made him cringe to hear how much of a snarl his voice sounds like

But right now, he’s so horny, he can hardly bring himself to care

“It-it’s not—we just can’t. We’re just friends”

Friends

The word stings

He wants to spit it out, tear it in half because it’s in the way of him getting what he wants

A groan escapes him, something guttural and frustrated

You can’t lie—you want him too

He knows it, he can smell it

His cock twitches, and he notices the way it has more of your delicious scent filling the room

He buries his face into your neck again, cursing his fucking mask for blocking his lips from your skin, but knowing all too well it’s probably for the better

Breathing you in again has his hips rolling into you involuntarily

He can’t help it

He doesn’t even know if he’s really in control of himself anymore, or if it’s just the demonic instincts taking over

“Jack”

You say his name again, and oh, how he wishes it meant something different

“Just…once. Please,” he chokes the words out

He’s desperate

“I just need to taste you once”

He watches you bite your lip, brows furrowed, the need evident in your eyes

It’s pathetic, he shouldn’t be begging like this

But he’s so, so fucking desperate

He’s almost surprised when you finally make up your mind and give a shy nod

But it’s more than enough of the confirmation he needs

His hands travel down your form, trying to memorize every curve of your body beneath his touch

He’s almost salivating by the time he reaches your shorts

He looks up at you one last time, like he’s asking for permission again, and when you nod once more, biting your lip, he pulls the material all the way down

He thinks he might be in heaven when your bare cunt is revealed to him

You’re so wet you’re glistening

And your scent has his head spinning—to the point where he can’t focus on anything else

He wants to take his time, good lord, he wants to savor this, but he’s too impatient for his own good

He pushes his mask up to kiss at your thighs and hips, his sharp teeth occasionally leaving teasing nicks into your soft flesh

Your hands reach out to fist at his hair, legs spreading apart just the faintest bit more

When his tongue first makes contact with your folds, he groans deeply

He must be in heaven

He’s immediately addicted, hooked on the taste of your dripping sex

He grasps your thighs, tugs your legs over his shoulder, and firmly holds you in place

When he presses his lips to your cunt, just like that, he’s gone

He loses himself entirely to you

He sucks at your clit, lapping long strokes up your slit, and circling at your entrance

The way your body reacts to him, the way your cunt clenches every time he delves further into you, all those fucking sounds you’re making for him

He wants more

He needs more, so much fucking more

You pull his hair, whimpering his name, and he has to stop himself from grinding down into the training mat beneath him

He’s so hard, it’s almost painful

But as long as he gets to keep fucking you on his tongue, he’s over the moon

He’s so lost in you that he almost fails to notice the way your thighs start shaking around him

You’re getting close, and every nudge of his lips and tongue against your clit is making you moan even louder for him

“F-fuck, Jack— Fuck!—“

Your back arches, lifting off the ground

You look like a goddess

Even as you cum, he can’t bring himself to stop

You’re moaning and squirming, writhing in the palms of his hand, and something about it is driving him absolutely feral

He snarls, pushing his tongue deeper down your sex until he can feel you clenching around him

The string of curses falling from your parted lips is like a prayer he knows he won’t forget

He only stops when you start pulling at his hair, trying to tug him off of you

You’re shaking from the overstimulation

He, on the other hand, is throbbing in his jeans

He’s never felt so desperate

He wonders if he’s on the verge of triggering a heat

He licks at his lips, tasting your arousal off of his skin

The room is filled with your scent, and your taste is on his tongue, but if it were up to him, he’d still have more

And fuck, you’re so cute when you’re all flushed and panting after your orgasm

What he wouldn’t give to be able to see you like this all the time

He sits up, and he has to tense his muscles to prevent himself from shaking with need as you fix your shorts back on

He wants to say something, anything, but he’s at a loss for words

The word friends still hangs in the dead air between the two of you

It’s just about the only thing stopping him from folding you into a mating press and filling you with his seed

You look unsteady on your feet when you pull yourself up to stand

He looks up at you, still kneeling in front of you, and all he can picture is how good you’d look sitting on his face right now

Why must you make him so insatiable?

You make up some excuse about needing to go, looking shy and flustered and bashful all at once

He wants to say something that’ll convince you to stay, but he’s way too horny to think straight

And for the first time this evening, he’s thankful he’s still wearing his mask

It’s pushed halfway up his face, but maybe that’s just enough to conceal his expression so that you can’t tell all the depraved thoughts he’s having

He’s left there, kneeling on the training mat he just ate you out on, as he watches you leave

And he thinks fuck it, he’ll make sure that won’t be the only time he gets to do that to you

#creepypasta #eyeless Jack #eyeless Jack x reader #eyeless Jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader smut

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makeyoumine69 · 10 months

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I Would Be Lost Without You (commission)

— PAIRING: Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: During a rainy day you seek comfort in the arms of your beloved.

— CONTAINS: Fluff, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, a lot of kisses and touches, pet names, grumpy but sweet Daddy!Patrick Bateman himself.

— WORDCOUNT: 1.5k

— A/N: This is commission for my sweet @crystalrage90. I'm glad to be allowed to post it. I hope you like it!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓 [COMISSIONS] Many thanks to @linusbenjamin for her amazing gifs!

It was a typical rainy day in New York, and people were rushing through the streets, hiding under their umbrellas or trying to find shelter in nearby buildings. Even though you knew the forecast, you decided to try your luck and managed to get to Patrick's place before the rain started. Now you stood in front of the door of his apartment and cursed yourself as your damp clothes stuck to your body like a second skin.

You frowned and took a deep breath before finally daring to ring the doorbell. When he didn't open the door after almost five minutes, you let out a tired breath, thinking that you probably deserved it and turned around to leave, but as soon as you made a step, you heard the door click and then Bateman's arrogant voice hit your ears harder than a thunderclap from outside.

"Sorry (y/n), I had an important business call—" Patrick paused as soon as he noticed your completely soaked clothes, his perfect face immediately turning angry. "Don't you know how to use the umbrella?"

"I didn't have one."

Bateman let out a tired sigh before rubbing the bridge of his nose to calm himself. "Oh yeah, what am I even thinking? Such a pointless thing to have an umbrella when it's pouring outside!"

His mocking tone caused your small frame to shiver even more, you were already cold and his attitude only made you feel worse. You shifted from foot to foot, hugging yourself and dropping your eyes so that at least now you wouldn't have to deal with his snotty little side glances.

"Get in." He blurted out suddenly, stepping aside for you to enter this fancy apartment. "Go straight to the bathroom."

Damn, you always loved his demanding voice, but now it made you nervous. You hurried into the bathroom, not wanting to ruin his expensive wooden floor with the water running down your trembling frame.

"Strip off and take a hot shower," Patrick added as he followed you, now standing in the doorway with his hands crossed over his chest. "And don't waste that soap again! It's from limited collection and—"

"I know, I won't!" You cut him off, removing your soaked dress. "Maybe you should join me in the shower instead of giving me endless notations?"

After saying that, you turned to give him a challenging look, expecting his mood to change, as it usually did, but this time not a single emotion appeared on his beautiful face. Neither of you wanted to break the awkward silence, but when you finally decided to say something biting, Bateman smoothed his cashmere robe and proclaimed:

"No." His cheesy grin was the last thing you wanted to see, but it was fine. "Listen, (y/n)," Patrick suddenly came closer to you, so that you even had to step back. "Just be a good girl and listen to what Daddy wants you to do, okay?"

As soon as his big, warm palm touched the cold skin of your waist, you almost flinched, but he managed to hold you still, trapping your naked little form in his big arms.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" He whispered, his hand still roaming over your back.

You gasped and dropped your head, unable to stand the way Bateman looked at you with his savage brown eyes.

"Yes..." You wanted to add something, but he wouldn't let you, covering your mouth with his.

Maybe the kiss was too passionate, or maybe it was just the difference in temperature of your bodies, but when you felt his hot tongue sweep along your lower lip, you squealed and grabbed his strong biceps to pull him closer.

"Shh, babydoll." He pressed a thumb to your chin, forcing you to raise your head and look straight into his eyes. "I know what you want."

Jesus Christ, this man was so skillful at testing your limits - making you whine like a little girl who couldn't get what she wanted.

"We'll come back to this later, after you take a shower." His velvety voice was the only thing that mattered at that moment, but then Patrick decided that what he had already done was not enough, so he made you open your mouth so that he could tease your tongue by sucking it really hard. "I promise you."

Bateman couldn't help but grin with satisfaction as he saw you melting under his touch, his ego was about to fly to the moon, but there was nothing you could do about it, he was just irresistible.

When he finally left you alone, you stood near the shower door for a while, trying to pull yourself together. Shivering slightly, you finally stepped under the warm water, which brought you some relief, because you really were very cold. You washed yourself very quickly, because every moment without him felt like torture. Although you couldn't be sure if his words weren't just another game of his, he got what he wanted, and now you were clean and warm as you walked in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection and running your hands over the new robe he had bought just for you.

Later you came out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on his white couch, and it seemed like he noticed you before you could even think about it.

"C'mere, honey…" Patrick purred, tapping the spot next to him. "Did you miss me already?"

You smiled to yourself at how arrogant that bastard was, but you chose to play by his rules nonetheless. "Yeah, I thought about you the whole time I was in the shower."

"Oh yeah?" He asked flirtatiously, watching you take a seat next to him.

You nodded in reply, making yourself more comfortable on the couch as you felt his hand on your shoulders.

"I hope you haven't done anything Daddy wouldn't let you do, have you?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" You darted him your most innocent glance, and you could swear you saw a bright spark in his hazel eyes.

"Awww, don't try to pretend you don't know what I mean." He chuckled, stroking your shoulder before beginning to massage the back of your neck. "Have you dared to touch what is mine?"

God, his words coaxed a loud gasp that fell from your swollen lips.

"N-no, Daddy…" you turned away from his attentive gaze, but he suddenly made you sit on his lap so that your faces were only inches apart. "I'm not lying."

Thrilled, Bateman examined your features for a moment before gently kissing your neck, your toes curling once his pouty lips found the most sensitive spot.

"You need to drink something warm." He urged abruptly, bouncing you onto his lap. "How about I make you a hot chocolate while you pick something to watch?"

"Oh God, Patrick..." You couldn't stop yourself from giggling at how cute he was.

With a sweet smile, Patrick grabbed your ankle to rub it, but then his sneaky hand skittered up to your hip. "Sounds like a good plan for my baby girl?"

"It's even better than you can imagine." You gasped at how shamelessly Bateman stroked your leg. "You know, when I first arrived, I was really afraid you were going to punish me for ruining your expensive floor with water… you looked so angry."

Patrick couldn't stop laughing as he nuzzled against your cheek. "Relax, silly. I was just worried about you catching a cold, we have so many plans for the weekend. It actually made me upset." He explained to you as if you were a little kid. "You don't want to be in bed with the flu, do you?"

In addition to his words, Bateman decided to tickle your toe, so you had to answer back.

"Stop, stop, stop!" You almost yelped as you couldn't stop giggling. "I'm really sorry!" He paused, expecting you to say something else. "I'll be more careful next time."

"That's a good girl." Patrick gave you a light peck on the nose before standing up, and you let out a sad gasp as you lost physical contact with him. "Sweetheart, I'm only a few feet away from you." He teased when he heard your whimper.

"Okay, okay." You watched him walk away, but then you mumbled: "Patrick..."

"Yeah?" Bateman turned around, and it was only now that you noticed his bare chest as his robe was half undone.

"I love you so much." The way you said those words made your own heart beat so fast.

Patrick just smirked and tittered to himself. "I know, (y/n). To be honest... I would be very surprised if you didn't."

With that he continued on his way to the kitchen, leaving you both embarrassed and happy. That bastard knew what he was doing, every little thing he did always made you feel butterflies in your stomach, every damn time. You laid on your back and looked at the perfect white ceiling above you, thinking how fucking lucky you were to be with the man who managed to fill your life with emotions and sensations you never thought you would experience before.

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uplatterme · 2 years

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One More Hour?

cw: sub!pantalone, masochist!pantalone, dom!reader, reader works at brothel, genderneutral!reader, choking, marking, biting, spanking ehe

a/n: this man istg 😭

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You lay your head back on your seat, awaiting for the next customer to arrive. As much as the other workers here try their best, they’d never top your spot of being the most sought out. When people hear of this brothel, their minds simply go to you. After all, who could dare resist such a being like you?

“(Name)! You’re reserved for the next hour!” Your boss shouted before immediately closing the door, letting you hear the moans much clearly from the other clients.

Most people who came here were sorted into two types of categories. The one you typically liked to avoid, not that they could afford you anyways. Very unclean men who looked like they’re cheating on their poor wives and spending what money they needed to spend on food into ecstasy instead.

Then, those who pay your bills. Those who you actually liked spending time with, kept you aroused for your whole session and would always come back for more.

You raised your head as you heard the door open. Only this time, it wasn’t your boss. A tall man dressed very prim and proper, even a coat on his shoulders that was probably made from a very rare material, incomparable to what you wear every day.

“I’m (Name).”

“I know, I paid for you.” And just like the usual snobby, rich men, his personality was just as awful.

“I know. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be here.” He gave you a slight smirk, as if he was surprised that you would talk back like that to him.

He sat on the bed, waiting for you to do something. You didn’t know what he wanted so you just stared him down and waited for him to speak. With an exasperated sigh, he finally opened his mouth. “You’re not taking my coat off?”

“I’m a prostitute, not your babysitter.” So far, the rest of his hour has been spent in the two of you arguing. Well, it’s not your money.

“I shouldn’t have let that youngster convince me to go here.” He stated.

While his choice of words annoyed you, you couldn’t help but admit that he was extremely good looking.

You couldn’t wait to ruin it.

You leaned over his shoulder, surprising him and whispered in his ear. “So, what do you like?”

He stayed silent, you couldn’t exactly tell what he was thinking with the way his face seemed so stoic. He smirked once more, making you wonder if that’s the only impression he could make. “It’s Pantalone.”

“What do you want then, Mr. Pantalone?”

“I don’t know, surprise me.”

You pushed his chest down the bed, getting on top of his thighs. His body was quite muscular underneath all the thick clothes he was wearing. You looked at his face deciding whether you should take his glasses off or not. “Yeah, It’ll be more fun this way.”

You took off his glasses and prepared on what you should do first. You started on leaving marks from his neck to his chest, but it didn’t look like he was enjoying it. Hm, you didn’t mind a challenge though.

“Your neck looks pretty. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“What–!”

Your grip on his neck prevented him from speaking. He was in alert not knowing how you were able to have such strength against him. “Don’t worry, I’m an expert at this.” You reassured.

You let go of him and he started breathing heavily. Ready to scream at you any second now. “You dare–”

“Do you like being hurt?”

His face showed confusion, him? You were questioning him if he’s one of those freaks who gets aroused when it comes to pain?

“Ah… your face is so flushed right now. It’s kind of adorable.” You teased.

“I’m leaving.” He coldly said, taking his clothes with him.

“Oh, don’t be so sour!” You exclaimed, holding his wrist and pulling him down. “Don’t you want to know more about yourself?”

“Just one more hour, Mr. Pantalone?”

Maybe he was getting tricked. Maybe Dottore’s weird nature had gotten to him. Apart from those reasons, he couldn’t see why else he would say yes to such a question. He’s a Fatui Harbinger with such a great strength amongst his peers. He would never–

“Fine. Don’t make me regret this.”

You push his head down, slipping off his pants. His hardened cock excited for more of what you could do. “Isn’t it nice letting someone else have the power?”

“Hnn!” He grit his teeth, feeling the touch of your fingers along his cock. Your words sent shivers down his spine. He’s never felt like this before. He’d been with others but all the time, he was the one who’s always had control over the other.

“You’re moving too much.” You mentioned. He wasn’t used to it. Having his legs shake together while panting and feeling as if his head is going to burst out from too much pleasure.

“Ah! Shit!”

The impact from your hand spanking his ass felt good. It felt so damn good his cock had started out leaking precum. “Should I do it again?”

He didn’t answer but you didn’t need to hear him say anything to know what he needed.

Pantalone never thought pain could be this pleasurable. God, you were amazing.

“Hmpf–You–”

”You know my name.”

“(Name)!” Pantalone mewled your name out as you kept your hands on his cock, going up and down. He gripped the sheets, feeling his climax getting closer with each stroke of yours. You slowly leaned down and bit his shoulder, making him whimper like a car as his cum splattered on the sheets.

“Hmm…” He breathed, turning his chest to face yours.

You looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that his time’s passed. “Well, I must apologize but I have some clients right after you–”

It was now his turn to cut you off.

“No.” He sternly said.

“One more–One more hour.” He panted, still high off the pleasure you’ve given him.

“Are you sure? You’ll have to spend a lot. By that, I mean a lot of mora.”

You turned back around to tell him that you weren’t available, but what you saw next had you stunned.

“P-Please? (Name), I’ll do anything. If it’s mora you want–No. A bank.” He begged, legs all spread out for you.

From the moment he walked in this room, you never expected him to turn out like this. Presenting all of himself to you, like a little slut that you’ve made. “A bank? Who are you?—Fuck, Pantalone. I want to ruin you so much more.”

“Then do it.”

You were going to get in so much trouble with your boss.

“As requested.”

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rakurairagnarok · 5 months

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JUICED UP

Commission for @creativly-bankrupt

Jordan, Matt and Isaac looked their eyes out on the beach. The college sophomores were almost drooling by the massive amounts of babes that walked around in their skimpy bikinis. Their plump lips, hourglass figures, and sun kissed skin were enough to send all three boys' hormones into overdrive.

"Alright, first who scores a chick gets to command the others for two weeks!" Jordan says with a sly smirk.

"As if any woman would even let you talk to them." Matt retorts.

Isaac meekly looks around, as his friends go opposite ways. He wasn't really an outgoing person, but he got invited by his friends to leave his musky dorm room to go to the beach, relax and look at the gorgeous women that were always hanging around the sun heated sands.

He sighs as he slowly makes his way to the small bar at the other side. He wasn't going to pick up anyone, so getting sunburned wasn't really worth it. He ordered a coke light and while waiting he looked out over the white beach.

He wasn't ugly perse, but he had no game, no money and definitely no muscles to seduce any of the 10/10 ladies that were trotting around.

He turned back to the bar man only to notice a different man standing in front of him, his face inches away from his own.

Isaac let out a small yelp and almost fell of his stool, but the man quickly grabbed Isaac's arm and pulled him back up.

"T-thanks" Isaac mumbled.

"Like, no probz, bro!" The man smiled as he let go of Isaac's arm. "You, like, look totally out of it brah, what’s wrong man?"

Isaac looked the man up and down. He was huge. He was wearing a large Hawaiian shirt, with not a single button closed, revealing his massive pecs, washboard abs and a generous treasure trail to his groin. His arms looked trapped in the sleeves, almost as if one sudden move could tear them to shreds.

"Y-yeah, I guess you could say that..." Isaac sighed as he saw the slight confusion on the mans face. "My friends invited me here, but now they are running around trying to pick up chicks, when I'm not even confident enough to ask for extra sauce at a restaurant..."

The man let out a bellowing laugh. "You, like, totally remind me of me, when I was your size brah."

Isaac rolled his eyes.

"But I got like, totally, the thing for ya bro."

He dove under the counter loudly rummaging through countless boxes and drawers. "Ah, totally got it”.

He came back up with a pink can with bright blue letters on it. "Jockcy" There were some other words on it, but it was hard to make out.

"Ra-rai- Inc.?" Isaac gave up. "So, what is this?"

"Its like, this totally awesome drink that like, totally gets you super pumped and shit bro!"

Isaac laughed. So, either alcohol or some weird soda pre-workout? No thank you.

"I think I'm good, I don't really..."

"Nah nah brah, I like, totally insist. It got me super jacked look!" He flexes his left arm, and as predicted, his sleeve tore open, revealing his massive bicep.

"Oh fuck... I totally destroyed that" He chuckled and flexed his other arm as well. "Now I’m totally even again" he said with a massive grin as his other sleeve fell to the ground.

Isaac rolled his eyes again. Not seeing another way out, he cracked open the can and took sip. It was... not that bad... pretty good actually. He smiled as he took another sip. And then another. And then a big gulp, and another. And then... it was empty. Isaac let out a large belch. "Oh shit"

"Oh shit..." the big man looked shocked at Isaac.

"You like... drank it all?"

"Yeah, it was ...BUUUUUUUURP... really good... oh Fuck" Isaac put a hand on his stomach as he felt it churn and rumble. "GODDAMNIT FUCK, I LIKE, SHOULDN'T HAVE LISTENED TO YOU" He shouted as he ran to the toilet.

The big man just stared at the pink can on the counter as Isaac ran off.

"Ooo... I like, totally forgot he was only supposed to take few sips."

A sly grin appeared on his face.

"Well, I think that’s an experiment in the works then. Got to see these test results”.

He snickered as he turned around to help other customers. On the back of his shirt were the words, RAKURAI INC. in large bold letters.

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Isaac burst into the small bathroom and locked the door behind him. The room was spinning, and he was drenched.

"What the fuck... what the fuck was in that..."

His stomach rumbled as another large belch escaped his lips. He rubbed his stomach, which by now was protruding quite a bit.

"I'm like... so totally bloated."

Isaac froze. His vocabulary was a lot more expansive than for him to use those unnecessary, and dumb words.

"Like... what the fuck... I'm like totally not..."

He grabbed his head, the room started spinning more and more.

"Like what the fUcK"

His eyes widened. His voice. It cracked? No not quite. It.

"It’s getting deeper?"

Isaac's jaw dropped. Then... a smile appeared, and he began to laugh. A deep, bellowing laugh like the one the bar man had.

"I like... sounds so totally sexy now brah."

There it was again, stupid vocabulary.

Isaac couldn't help but laugh.

As he laughed, he didn't notice that with each breath, he seemed to grow. At first, it was hardly noticeable but after a few more he shot up. His former measly 5'6 now replaced with a very respectable 6'3. Isaac looked down, and almost tripped. The floor was so far away.

"Did I like... grow?" Isaac laughed again, a bit softer now, a tinge of anxiety slipping into his voice. He heard a rip behind him and turned around. Another rip, and another. He took a deep breath and... RIIIIIIIIIIIP. His loose oversized t-shirt slowly dropped to the floor, in tatters. Isaac looked down and saw his torso had broadened to unbelievable proportions. His shoulders were almost three times as wide! While slowly exploring his widened physique, he took another deep breath, which caused his flat chest to expand into two giant muscle balloons. Isaac ran a hand across them and squeezed sending a massive wave of pleasure through his whole body, which made him throw his head back in glee. At the same time his glutes bubbled and grew, giving him a massive bubble butt, and an almost permanent arch in his back.

"Uhm... this feels like... totally amazeee" Isaac's voice dropped another octave and at the same time his IQ seemed to plummet. He dropped onto the toilet, which groaned under the weight of his massive tits and ass. Isaac giggled. Tits and ass that’s what he came here for, but now he got them. His hands, which by now had turned into big meaty paws, ran down his massive torso. His stomach was still sticking out, but there were some slight imprints of abs visible, stretched out over the gut.

Looking down and taking another deep breath, Isaac quads take on an enormous size. Doubling, tripling in size, they tear open the board shorts Isaac was wearing leaving him with only his speedo. Speedo?

"No, I was like... Wearing boxers" Isaac groaned as he watched his bulge pulsate. Intrigued, he groped his package, and felt it grow. He kept groping, and it kept growing. A loud churning could be heard form underneath him and he watched in awe as his bulge kept growing and growing, and his balls started to feel heavier, slowly dropping, nearly falling out of the tight confines of his speedo.

A weird scent caught the attention of the horny giant. He looked around as he saw something move in the corner of his eye. He moved his head and saw that his bicep was growing. He lifted his arm and a massive wave of the scent blasted in his face. Immediately Isaac buried his face in his pit, which was steadily growing hairier. A loud moan escaped Isaacs lips as the musk invaded his brain. More IQ dropped from his skull into his balls, sending another wave of pleasure through Isaacs whole body. At the same time thousands of pinpricks spread across his body. He looked at his massive arms and saw intricate patterns appear. Some tribal tattoos wrapped around his giant biceps. Isaac looked at his arms with glee as he flexed every muscle in his body.

A slight burning sensation spread on his head, as his dark auburn hair began bleaching itself. Along with the colour of his hair more IQ dropped into his already growing dick and balls. A thick scruff spread along his slowly squaring jaw, and his mouth was stuck in an almost permanent state of awe.

Isaac walked out of the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He still had his memories, he still knew who he was, why he had come here and what he had looked like before. He just did not give a single fuck anymore. He looked, smelled and felt amazing, and it was time to share that with his friends. He walked to the beach quickly locating both his friends who were desperately trying to get the attention of some girls in the water.

Isaac made his way to the water and walked through it, his massive build slowing him down somewhat but his muscles giving him the strength to push forward.

"Hey guys, like... you guys totally haven't gotten any chicks yet have ya bros" he said with a big grin.

Matt and Jordan turned around to see a massive guy walking towards them.

"Yeah, so what dude" Matt sneered, annoyed at how easily their intentions were spotted.

"What you gonna show us how it's done or something?" Jordan snickered. No way a meathead like him was going to pick up any self-respecting woman here.

"Like... sorta brah" Isaac grinned as he grabbed both boys by their necks. He pushed Jordan in his pit while he pulled Matt towards his face, quickly pushing his tongue into the boy’s mouth. They both briefly struggled, but the musk of the pit, and the pleasure of the kiss quickly drained both their bodies of any resistance. A quick swap of the boys and their bodies began to change. Jordans lanky body shrunk down a bit, while packing on some lean muscle. Matt on the other hand grew a few inches, but contrarily beefed up quite a bit. The trio now looked like an example graph of muscle, lean, bulk and beefy.

After finally letting go, the boys looked up at Isaac, who was still towering above them both.

"Like... what the hell happened to us"

"Yeah, we like... totally look super hot now... but"

"Yeah, I'm like... so not attracted to girls anymore."

Isaac laughed. "Yeah bros ... were gonna have like... so much fun at home."

He wrapped his beefy arms around his new boyfriends and took them home.

In the bar the huge bartender was on the phone.

"Yeah, it seems a whole can give infective properties to the consumer... what was that? That's good news? Right... I'll let the lab know."

The man laughed. "I should totally have given him my number."

He frowned for a second, before slamming an "on break" sign down on the counter and running after the trio.

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Hope you guys enjoyed it and especially you @creatively-bankrupt.

Seems Rakurai INC. is spreading to other kinds of products!!! What else could they have in store???

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itwasthereaminuteago · 6 months

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|| When You Come Home ||

Frank Castle x female reader

I wrote a lil thing to go with my gorgeous commission by @bunnelbie ! 😍

The sound of an engine pulling up outside has you dropping the knife and vegetables you had been preparing down on the counter. He had sent you a text earlier in the day telling you that he'd be back today and you had been buzzing, almost unable to concentrate on anything other than just waiting for him to walk through that front door.

When he'd left, the first couple of days had been fine. He'd send you updates, just checking in to let you know he was alive. Then it would go quiet for a while and of course during those times your head was full of worry, but then he'd always get in touch again to let you know he was safe.

One time he had called you, late at night just as you were settling down in bed. He had filled your ears with sweet promises of everything he was going to do to you when he came home, and the memory of it now dances just underneath your skin.

You go to the door ripping it open just as he's getting out of his truck, seeing him standing there with his bag slung over one shoulder. Then you're running the short distance across the drive barefoot, throwing your arms around him.

"Frankie!"

He grins so wide, dropping the bag and returning your tight hug. You're never letting him leave for so long ever again, you think to yourself. The sound of his chuckle as you frantically pepper kisses all over his face fills you with a syrupy warmth that you've been missing for almost a month. Your Frank is finally back in your arms and you're so grateful.

"Hey you," his grizzled, out-of-use voice meets your ears and only makes you squeeze him more before pulling back and kissing him properly.

"Goddamn baby I've missed you." He lifts you off the ground and you squeal with delight as he spins you around. When he lets you down you don't fail to notice the slight groan he makes.

"You're alright? You're not hurt?" You hurriedly inquire, your hands touching almost every bit of him as you scan for anything more serious than the scrape on his cheek. He looks tired and you're sure you'll find some bruises later on, but other than that you're satisfied that there's nothing concerning.

He starts to walk you backwards into the house. "Nah I'm not hurt, don't you worry. You gonna let me come in huh?" He kids, and you laugh, pulling him inside and closing the door as he puts his bag down on the floor. As he shrugs off his jacket your eyes catch a glint of silver on his wrist. "Oh my god, you're actually wearing it?"

Frank glances at the bracelet around his right wrist, surprised that you thought he wouldn't. "'Course I'm wearin' it, you got me it!"

"I know I- I just thought you might think it was silly."

You had one too, a silver chain with a charm. A heart with a tiny skull etched on it.

Frank steps up closer to you, nudging his nose against yours before kissing the tip of it. "Ain't silly, every time I see it I'm reminded of you, sweetheart. That's all that kept me goin' some days."

He smiles softly as your eyes go Bambi-wide at his admission and you look like you're about to burst into tears but when he strokes his fingers through your hair and thumbs over your cheek it tempers the strength of your emotion. "I love it baby."

He looks over to the countertop distracting you from getting overwhelmed. "You cookin'?"

You nod. "Yeah, just making some dinner. Wasn't sure when you'd be back exactly or if you'd even be hungry, but I thought I'd get it started anyways."

"Oh yeah I'm hungry alright. Let me wash up real quick and we can finish it together, how 'bout that, hm?"

You grasp at him, scrunching your fingers in his shirt like he's going to disappear again but he just smooches you over and over promising he'll be right back in just a minute. You go back to the chopping board in the meantime and when he returns he slinks his hands around your waist, his chin settled in the crook of your shoulder and neck.

"Oh, is this what you call helping?" You tease, but you're full of love at the easy contact between you. It was like he'd never been gone.

"Mhm," he hums, kissing into your hair again as he continues shadowing you.

You giggle, trying to get stuff done with him hanging on to you, but he does eventually chip in to get everything prepared and in the oven. It was usually Frank who did the cooking when he was home, and he was really damn good at it. He kept you fed in a multitude of ways.

After dinner the washing up is left as tomorrow's problem, because right now you just want to spend quality time with your man. He's back from battles he's not quite ready to share, and even when he is ready to open up about it you doubt you'll get the full story, but that's alright.

Frank sits down on the couch, spreading his legs wide and beckoning you to join him. When you climb right on him making yourself comfortable in your favourite place, on his lap, he quietly chuckles, taking you in his arms.

You kiss him.

Yeah you had kissed earlier but this was different. Now, you knew he was safe, he wasn't going anywhere, you could slow down, revel in the feel of each other, his soft, warm lips on your mouth like you'd always dream of when he was away. Tonight, you wouldn't be alone in your bed, he'd wrap you up in his arms and be yours, and you would be his. But for now the taste of him is your focus, and the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your skin is so welcome as he seeks gentle, tentative permission to deepen the kiss. You open for him, always looking for and finding ways to be closer. As your tongue dances against his, your fingers card through his hair. It's grown out a little and you smile against his teeth when his familiar grunt meets your ears as you give a sharp little tug on it and he bites your bottom lip in flirty retaliation.

His fingers hook around the back of your knee anchoring you to him. As if you're going anywhere. He drinks you in as the sun is setting, calloused fingertips trailing your bare arm and raising goosebumps in their wake as you make out like teenagers behind the bleachers.

"I love you," He says softly after a while when you part to catch a breath, forehead leaning against yours, "so goddamn much, baby."

"I love you too, Frank." You close your eyes, feeling his heartbeat under your fingers and trying to press the words in there, rebrand them deep and fresh.

"Can I take my woman to bed?" He asks you with a sly smile. "Because if I recall a certain conversation correctly, I promised her a whole lot of lovin' when I got home…"

"Mm I haven't forgotten. You've got it coming too y'know, Frankie." You trace your lips along his jaw causing him to let his head fall back and grant you the space to lightly nip and kiss at his neck. An appetizer of what's yet to come. He makes a low sound from deep in his chest and can't wait any longer, scooping you up and carrying you bridal style to the bedroom.

"I'm all yours."

#frank castle fluff #frank castle x female reader #punisher x reader #punisher fluff

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nyxthejinx · 1 year

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Heya!

I just saw your open for request post and want to commission an Cyno x gn!reader, please? :) a fluffy and spicy drabble would be lovely. Maybe smth like.. the reader is good friends with Cyno and Tighnari but the reader went on a journey thru teyvat and met the Aether (traveler) on their way and since then they traveled together and been thru much so they have a connection ofc and then when the reader and Aether visit sumeru and they meet Cyno - he will get all jealous? Cause he sees how close they are and he fears that he missed his chance with the reader? But obvsly its not like that and yeah. A lil bit of making out at the end, please? cause Cyno needs to let out some steam after his jealously :^)

Thank you for doing requests btw!

FIRST. It took ages but I was able to sell my soul in exchange for inspiration only recently, I'm so sorry. SECOND thank YOU for asking, I wasn't sure about this until the 3am among us potion made it work. THIRD beautiful pfp, akaza bb fr i love him a normal amount I promise. FOURTH it's 5 am, literally I'm not kidding, I tried to proofread and all that but I don't even know what's my name anymore so I'm sorry for typos and shit. FIFTH I hope It makes sense, enjoy 💀

𝐓𝐖: Fluff and obviously spice (making out, vague allusions to the dirty deeds ;) ), use of petnames (dear, love), lemme know if I missed something.

𝐅𝐭.: Cyno, Aether (but he's your homie) - GN!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨: Rendezvous - Little Mix (god this song is such a banger)

Cyno fears nothing.

"Cyno, this is Aether."

Cyno fears one thing.

He'd felt so happy after reading your last letter. You said you'd be back in a few days with a special surprise, but honest to Archons the fact you'd be coming back to him - for him, he’d wanted to say, but not dared to- was enough of a present.

He surely wasn't expecting that this "surprise" would be none other than the Traveler who's saved Sumeru, though. A charming blondie who drifts a bit too close to you, in Cyno's opinion.

"We met in Liyue, he's amazing." You smile, squeezing the blond's shoulder. "He's a well known traveler across Teyvat, even in regions he has yet to visit!"

"I just help those who need it, not that much of a big deal."

Aether blushes and rubs his neck. Aether blushes. And you're touching him in a way that only close friends do.

It's fine, Cyno wants to think. You're allowed to do whatever you want in your life, he sure as hell won't stand in your way. He already stepped aside back in the days, as you excitedly told him how one of his worst fears came true you were leaving for adventure.

Everything to make you happy.

But his mixed feelings would always get in the way and unleash endless internal conflicts. It wasn't simply about not having you around, it was some kind of longing sitting inside his chest and screaming at you not to go.

It was the distance that made him realise: he was, and still is, far too in love for his own good.

And Aether could get in the way of that.

"We meet again, Traveller." The General nods, pushing down such shameful thoughts. "I'm glad to see you are both fairing well."

"It's all thanks to [Name], actually." Aether nudges you in the ribs. "They're really helpful, no matter the task."

You smirk. "Oh, what an honour. The traveller complementing me, a common, mortal nobody."

"Hey, I'm not that annoying!"

"Maybe. But you sure snore at night. That is annoying."

"Wh-! I don't. I know for a fact-"

No, you don't sound like close friends. You sound like a married couple. What just happened in this handful of months? Did Cyno hesitate too long and lost his chance? Now that he had decided to expose his deepest feelings?

"You guys! Paimon is starving here."

Paimon's shrill voice cuts short the bicker, as the Matra's jaw clenches. Good time, credits to Paimon, but seeing the two of you stroll towards the tavern didn't ease the knot in his chest the slightest.

Your laughter wasn't addressed to him nor to his uncanny jokes. He wasn't the one making you smile.

He was the moon and he'd just been eclipsed by the Traveller's brightest light.

Dinner was... Gut wrenching, to say the least.

You'd known Cyno long enough to tell apart his feelings even as he wears that stoic facade of his. While Paimon and the Traveller didn't have a single clue about the situation, you could feel his dry gaze burning holes on both of your figures, as if the sun had ascended back to the skies and everything around had turned desert.

He was feeling something you'd never quite seen within him.

It took you a bit too long to realise that the fair, lawful General Mahamatra was jealous, of all things.

He was so subtle with it, carefully hid his resentment in his voice and choice of words, in his gestures and mannerisms. But worst of all he didn't propose a single joke during the meal, not even when you laid the chance on a silver platter for him.

That had your mind reeling for the rest of your time together, and even afterwards, as you waved goodnight to Aether and Paimon. As you walked these streets you still know by heart with your dearest friend by your side.

As you choked on the thick air surrounding the two of you.

Maybe you should've left Aether out of it, for the first day, at least. Cyno hadn't seen you in so long, perhaps he didn't like the way Aether inadvertently hogged your attention the entire time when all he wanted was to hear about your adventures.

Yeah, you'd been an idiot for that one.

But, you still had an ace up your sleeve. Quite literally. One that would grant you his forgiveness and hopefully help you say the words to him.

Because of course, it took you less than a week far from him to realise you were smitten for this dad-jokes-spitting being.

You patted your side as you approached Razan Garden in all its glory, and sighed at the feeling of the rectangular box still inside. You could do it, you had to! It took you months of preparation, you wouldn't let it go to waste.

"[Name]." Cyno's voice was soft, as if to match the atmosphere lingering in the marble gazebo. He'd stopped a couple steps ahead of you, but didn't turn to meet your eyes. "My congratulations and best wishes."

You alt abruptly at that. Where the hell is it coming from?

"Uh, thank you?" You quirk a brow. "Did I do something special without knowing?"

He chuckles under his breath. Yes, you are special and he's grateful a being so perfect can exist in this world and is part of his life. But he would never tell you that.

He turns instead. His eyes rich with emotion, gentler. "I'm beyond glad that you found the right person out there, [Name]."

Oh. Oh.

"I only ever hoped for your happiness and well-being, during this period of time."

"Cyno, wait a sec-"

He takes a step forward. "If I had to voice my honest thoughts... I must admit I couldn't find peace of mind knowing you would've been out there alone."

"Cyno-"

"But I see you're perfectly capable of handling your own," the man sighs, shakes his head. A small smile curves his lips. "Just like you've always done."

"Oi-"

And then he's placing loose hands on your shoulders, as if he's in some kind of automatic mode and has to finish the speech at all costs.

For a moment you think he's gone absolutely senile. "Still, I'm relieved you have someone who can watch your back, now. He's a kind-hearted person, level headed, the best you could wish for-"

"Archons' fucking sake, Cyno! Will you hear me out a damn second?"

Cyno almost jumps back, taken out of his weird reverie, but you're quick to trap his face between your hands. You're close, closer than you'd wanted to, unfocused in your frustrated fervor. So much his breath warms the apple of your cheek, as it wasn't burning already.

You take a breath and force more words out before you can cower away from it. "I get where you're coming from, I neglected you today and acted like a shitty friend. And I'm sorry for that."

You lower your gaze to the ground. Now or never. "But it's you, okay? It's always been you! I could travel across all Teyvat and even Celestia, but it's you and just you. So drop that thing you're on about please."

That was disgustingly corny. But hopefully did the trick, you guess.

A beat passes. Then two. You don't see his face, you don't have the courage to take a look at the mess you've made. Him being jealous didn't mean he liked you, not necessarily. Maybe you should've given him the TCG deck and call it a night.

Another beat goes by.

"So... You and Aether are not...?"

He's gonna be the death of you.

You groan, a guttural sound that shouts exasperation from the deepest parts of your chest. All rationality goes to hell as you drag him closer and slam your lips together.

You're kissing him. Archons you're kissing him-

There's no time for Cyno to react. You're pulling away in a frenzy, hoping the ground will open for the Abyss to swallow you right now. You kissed one of your friends only to prove that you're single, and in fact attracted to them. Could it be worse than that? More humiliating and disrespectful to him?

"I'm so sorry!" You wave your hands around. "I shouldn't have without your permission! Are you okay?"

You search his expression for any sign of discomfort; he looks absolutely flabbergasted, but somehow weirdly composed like a bronze statue. His lips -god you'd just kissed them- are parted in the slightest, his eyes wide and yet still. The calm before the storm.

He's showing yet another sentiment you've never really seen him wear.

"Again." Cyno says.

You blink. "Uh?"

You feel his hand slither behind you and circle your waist, as he pushes your body closer. His skin is running hot like the desert's sands and you curse at his choice, or better lack of clothes.

His silver hair falls like a curtain, his eyes sharp. Dangerous, even, if you're not careful enough.

"Please, do it again. I think I've just seen the gates of Celestia." He mutters close to your lips.

That sounds more like him. You can't help but snort at his choice of words, shuddering all the same. The implications of said words dig a flaming hole in your chest.

"How can you be so smart, but dum dum at the same time?" You whisper, one hand traveling to the back of his neck, the other busying itself with stray locks of hair.

And you dip in for another kiss. One you sigh into, one that can be called kiss, actually. It's slower, but full all the same, scorching hot, pushed by feelings that were repressed for too long.

Cyno locks his free hand at your nape, never possessive, although firm. Small sounds bubble in the back of his throat when you bite at his lower lip, then backs just enough to mutter a couple words.

"Can you really blame me? It feels like a dream coming true." He pecks your lips, then presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. "I was scared you'd chosen him."

"So, all those pretty words from before?" You exhale a breathy laugh, cradling his jaw.

"I'd give away everything I have and am if it meant you'd be happy. I could only wish you the best and support you." Cyno smiles, pouting after the next words leave his mouth. "But it doesn't mean I would be fully content with the outcome."

Your brain has turned to mush. This man is too dangerous for this world, a hazard for you and your poor little heart that feels like exploding. It's a threat to your common sense and rationality. But most of all, it's damaging your brakes.

What he's telling you should not be legal.

"Archons, come here." And you kiss, and kiss, kiss again and again. You map each other's bodies with your hands as if it was the last time you'd be seeing each other. You press your mouths, clatter your teeth, intertwine your tongues.

You're straight up devouring in the dead silence of the night, in a public space. But as indecent the sounds you're both making are, it feels as if the world around blurred and blended into nothingness.

You've found yourself with your back to a wall, somehow, a couple buttons loose, skin hit by the cold air of the night. You -surely more clothed than Cyno- are an absolute mess, whereas his appearance doesn't falter much even at your hands' mercy.

It's unfair, he's unfair. He has no right to be this damn perfect even in the face of chaos.

"Not here, Cy." You manage to utter. "Let's go home."

His hand stops halfway up your shirt and he detaches from your neck with a small grunt, red splotches forming already thanks to his work. He doesn't sound pleased with your choice, but wordlessly complies, knocking you off your feet and picking you up so easily it's unfair.

And embarrassing.

You deadpan. "Seriously?"

He finds your eyes, suddenly composed as if nothing happened. "You seemed quite unstable on your legs, dear."

You're audibly gasping at that, whacking his chest and glaring daggers. "You!"

"Let's continue it home, now."

Cyno is really going to be the death of you, in many ways you'd never even considered.

It's almost dawn when you finally let yourselves snuggle up to each other in the peace of your home. More like his home, since yours needs more than a bit of cleaning after months of disuse, but he's made it clear already: everything that's his is also yours.

Cyno traces patterns on the bare skin of your arm, as you card through the knots on the back of his head, formed after... Recent activity. He seems too lost in your touch to even be awake, when his fingers stop.

"What was the surprise, in the end? Was it the confession?"

Your hands still, your face tightening at the question. When did you even... Oh, right.

"Would you be satisfied if I said yes?"

He pinches you.

"Owie!"

"You should know that what has been of this night matters more than anything, to me. Of course I would be satisfied." Cyno raises a thin brow, as his hand starts to descend agonizingly slow, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Was I not clear enough about my feelings? Perhaps you need a reminder-"

"Whoa, hold your horses, General." You chuckle, planting a kiss on his forehead before leaning over to your bedside table, where your bag had been thrown previously. "There was no way I'd come back empty handed after all these months, yanno?"

You pull out the wrapped box, place it in his hands. Cyno stares at it quizzically, but opens the packaging with care after you nudge him in the side.

Oh, his expression is so, so priceless. Cute, too cute, so cute you could die right now on the spot for excess of sugar in your blood. He looks like a kid who's just received the toy he oh so wanted and ranted about.

"It's not just any deck," You explain. "It's a deck made of cards I've gathered around from different regions. Some were more challenging to get, but I've been playing with you for a long time, haven't I? Of course I'd win."

Meanwhile Cyno takes the liberty to browse its contents, and just like you said, they're not from Sumeru. He's barely ever seen them, some are literally unknown, and he's ecstatic at the sight. How long did it take? How much effort?

"This is…" there's no right term to describe it. "Wonderful. You are wonderful, [Name]."

He goes for a hug and you feel like your bodies fit perfectly in each other's arms, as if it was meant to be. Right now, all that matters is this. And it will always be for all you care.

You smile into his shoulder, smooch the base of his neck. "Is it too early to say 'I love you?'."

"I would actually say we're late, Love."

"I love you, then, you Dum-Dum."

"I love you."

"..."

"You are like my asthma. You just take my breath away."

You make sure Cyno slams his head as you throw him off the bed.

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𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐍𝐲𝐠𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: something for your m.i.n.d— superorganism

masterlist | commissions | carrd

• Everyone's seen how he acted around Kristen before you started frequenting the GCPD

• To most of the precinct, Edward's a fidgety, overzealous guy, with a smile border lining on creepy. He's not the best at socializing, and his lack of understanding boundaries leave him with nearly zero friends

• So when you showed up with that sharp gaze of yours, at least attempting to supply him with the answer to one of his riddles, he knew he had to have you

• As a friend, of course. What else could he possibly mean by that.

• Whether you work at the precinct with him, or just happen to show up there more than considered normal, Ed can't help but hault his day just to talk to you. And he always opens with a riddle. One that he cooked up laying in his bed at night especially for you

• "My life is measured in hours and I serve you by expiring. I'm quick when I'm thin and slow when I'm fat. The wind is my enemy. What am I?" He smiles at you over the rim of his glasses, wringing his hands expectantly

• "Hey to you too, Nygma." You don't even have to look up to know that he's smiling

• "Please. Call me Ed. Do you give up?"

• "As if. Hit me with it again, would you?"

• I'm begging you. Do some kintec type puzzles with him. You will literally win his love and affection on the spot. Even if it's just a mini rubic's cube attached to a key ring; Ed is absolutely enamored with you the moment you pull it out

• It takes him a while to fully realize that he has developed sort of a thing for you. It most likely takes the help of his alter ego to flip the switch in his brain once and for all; something he doesn't appreciate. Especially considering the lack of filter he has when it comes to Ed's romance life

• After all a few months ago, the only one he had eyes for made fun of him in her spare time. Now that he has someone who genuinely wants to know about his day? It's all over for the poor guy

• If Ed ever finds out that you talk about him to other people—in a positive light, of course—he wont stop smiling for days. It gets to a point where even Jim notices and shakes his head, glad to see that forensics scientist is looking happy

• Leaves more than just verbal riddles for you to solve. That odd shaped box that you don't remember putting in your bag? That slip of paper written in a coded message? Edwards by your side the next time you show up, asking if you were able to solve it

• Lee probably knows about his crush on this mysterious figure. She can't help but notice that Edward's a little happier than he should be while digging through a dead guys sternum for a bullet

• Definitely unleashes a soft interrogation on him, only stopping once his ears are a flaming red and he cant look her in the eyes

• When she finally meets you for the first time, she can't help but smile at you knowingly while Ed sweats bullets in the background

• "So you're Nygma's friend huh? He talks about you a lot."

• "Ed?" You draw his name out and raise an eyebrow slowly, leaning to the left to peer over Lee's shoulder quizzically

• "I've suddenly recalled, uh, a uhm, experiment that I uh. Yeah. Bye."

• "Sigh. And he didn't even give me a riddle this time."

• "Oh you two really are just perfect."

• "I have no idea what your talking about."

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unknownunidentified101 · 1 year

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𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

SCENARIO || valentines days with genshin characters ||

CONTAINS || Childe, Diluc, Yelan, Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer, Aether, Alhaitham, Thoma, Ayato, Kazuha, Heizou and Yae miko

WARNINGS || none

CHILDE

Due to the nonstop calling of his higher officials, Childe is always home at dawn which didn’t seem to bother you at first until he started missing out on important days with the excuse he was ‘ tired’

Expecting a regular day even though the feeling of love in the air today was faint you couldn’t help but long for your boyfriend as you helplessly looked at the clock

Deciding to rest from a long day of commissions you laid down in your humble abode thinking of what to do next

Should you cook dinner? You already prepared gifts but you supposed Childe wouldn’t get his gifts until valentines was over

You were too lost in thought you failed to hear the door crack open and footsteps accompany it

“ I’m home!” You heard all of a sudden, standing up suspiciously you walked to the door

“ Ajax? What are you doing home?” You asked realising he was home earlier than expected

“ I’m sorry If you think I am late it’s like 7pm I got off work early” Childe explained as his expression turned mischievous

“ that said..you do you know what special day it is?” Childe moved closer to you, his hands accompanied with something behind his back

You act naive and shake your head, “ no…what day is it?”

“ Valentine’s Day! happy valentines Любимый!” Childe revealed a massive Bouquet of flowers behind his back, flowers that you adored

“ oh Ajax you didn’t have too!” You said speechless, embracing the man

“ it was no worries really!” Childe kissed your head in affection

“ also, we have plenty of time so how about we head out and go shopping mhmm? My treat” Childe proposed something you could never refuse

“ I love you so much” you confessed, falling for the man all over again

DILUC

Another man whose engrossed in his job, of course he is hopelessly devoted to you so he will do everything in his power to give you the love you deserve

“ closing the tavern?” You asked walking up to the bar to see your lover cleaning bottles as the tavern seemed quiet and hollow

“ looks like I will be closing soon dear , it will take me a long time” Diluc sighed a bit frustrated as you sighed frowning

“ oh…it’s okay dear, I understand” you composed as Diluc looked at you with sorrowful eyes

“ but today is a special day so.” Diluc added and quickly grabbed something under the counter

“ why not celebrate now?” Diluc pulled out special wine and two glasses just for the two of you

“ don’t you want help with cleaning the tavern?” You inquired, chuckling a little

“ I was only kidding dear, let’s celebrate now, I also have flowers back at our house to reward to you” Diluc wholeheartedly laughed

“ oh Diluc…i love you” you smiled, holding the man’s hand as he gladly enveloped it

“ I love you too, happy Valentine’s Day” Diluc kissed your hand

YELAN

Yelan was rarely home, always on missions but on some very rare occasions she would take you on missions that were not as dangerous

“ let’s tread slowly” Yelan guided you as you carefully walked through the terrain

“ I’m rather tired from all this” you yawned a little as dawn hit

Yelan let out a chuckle, “ I thought you begged to come with me?” Yelan looked at you with her alluring eyes

“ yeah, but I didn’t know we would be doing all this walking” you laughed as you continued on, following Yelan

“ trust me, we are not far from the treasure location” Yelan leaded on

You glanced in the distance seeing the sun go down and it was rather beautiful as the sunset gleamed

“ we are here” Yelan finally made you sigh and look in front of you, hoping to see a big chest for all this effort

“ this is…a table with food?” You said raising a brow as Yelan laughed

“ you think I would forget this special day?” Yelan reminded you of valentines day making you curse yourself for forgetting

“ I’m the one that should spoil you Yelan…not you, I’ll give you my gifts when we get home” you followed the women to the table

“ it’s quite alright dear, your gift to me is yourself” Yelan admired your features as you lightly scoff

“ you are so cheesy…but I love you anyway” you replied, kissing the women on the cheek as a thanks as the sunset set before you two

ZHONGLI

A man with lots of free time, as well as stories, 10/10 man for Valentine’s Day

“ are you tired darling?” Zhongli catches you lightly as your eyes strain

“ a little? You know my work” you huffed as Zhongli chuckled a little

“ you always do so much for me, how about I treat you?” Zhongli kissed your lips

“ you treating me?” You smirked, the man would never offer such gestures

“ mhmm, I just want you to follow me, can you do that dear?” Zhongli proposed as you nodded hesitantly from your tiredness

Zhongli warmly smiled and took your hand before guiding you to somewhere not so far away

You were then somehow transported to a lovely scenery as somehow you ended up high in the mountains

“ here is where…I shared many old memories” Zhongli held your hand as you walked to a stone table in the middle of a shallow lake

“ and now I can make new memories with you…[y/n]” Zhongli endeared as you stared memorised by the man’s beautiful features

“ Zhongli…I” You manage to say as you were swayed by words

“ I love you, happy Valentine’s Day” Zhongli finished as you smiled and hugged the man

“ I made some tea and food…I hope they are to your liking” Zhongli whispered in your ear as you hugged the man tighter

“ you shouldn’t have.” You sheepishly laughed at the man’s gestures

XIAO

Other than protecting Liyue, you actually looked after the man, tending to his wounds to his objections after a long day, it was how he fell for you

“ Xiao! What happened!” You gasped at the sight of blood

“ it’s not mine, don’t worry” Xiao dismissed entering your shared home

“ well…can you let me take a look to see if you have any wounds…please?” You asked as you walked to the man

“ fine.” He sternly replied as you two both went to the bathroom

•

“ how did you get all this?” You were about to lecture Xiao as he stared at your worried face

“ I…was getting something” Xiao replied hesitantly as you stared into his eyes

“ getting what exactly?” You asked curiously as the man blushed

“ um…it was this” Xiao gathered something behind his back

“ sorry it’s not in good condition” Xiao apologised as he gave you crumbled flowers, one you told him you loved

“ oh Xiao…you went all the way to get these flowers…for me?” You awed, eyes overwhelmed with the lovely gesture as Xiao avoided your gaze

“ yeah…it’s Valentine’s Day” Xiao simply replied as he then felt a kiss on his cheeks

“ happy Valentine’s Day to you too, I made you your favourite dish” you spoiled, hands embracing the man’s strained hands

“ ….thank you…I love you too” Xiao whispered enough for you to hear and smile

WANDERER

wanderer was not having it. Something about the day of love disgusted him, maybe it was because of his past that scared him but with you now, he had a new glimpse of hope

“ this is meaningless. I mean why drag me all the way here?” Wanderer crossed his arms, disgust evident in his face as he saw love was in the air

“ aw come on dear…don’t be a let down…I wanted to do something for us both” you replied frowning

“ and what’s that?” Wanderer harshly replied

“ spend time with you” you exhaustedly replied as you tried to hold the mans hand

“ this day is a waste of time” Wanderer whined, avoiding your hand

You stared hopelessly before taking a deep breath, “ I’m just going to get something for us okay?” You kissed the man’s cheek before quickly walking away

He watched as you did so, scoffing at his surroundings, what was so special about this day?

As he watched everyone he overheard a conversation between two lovers

They seemed to be in finical problems but despite that they were able to pick flowers together and love each other even without money

They were happy. And despite this something softened in wanderers heart and as he waited for you, you came back with flowers

“ here are your flowers!” You gave as wanderer stared, stunned at your gestures, you were really unpredictable to him

“ …thank you” was all he murmured before coming closer to you

“ let’s go home…I rather spend time with you there” he softly requested as you smiled to the man warmly adjusting to you

“ of course! Let’s go!” You emphasised as the man slowly grasped your hands as you two strolled back home

AETHER

Aether being from another ‘world’ was not knowledged of this ‘ special day’ so he was rather surprised when you explained the concept to him

“ oh? I seee” Aether nodded, understanding what you were trying to explain

“ is that a way of you telling me you want to spend time with me?” The man cheekily replied as you blushed a little, a bit taken back

“ well…yeah! Because it is a lovers day” you looked around you as Aether smiled

“ well Paimons accompanied with something else so we have mostly the whole day together! What would you like to do?” Aether replied holding both of your hands together

“ well I suppose…taking a walk? To clear our minds” you thought of in the moment as Aether agreed with your plans

“ sounds great! Than we can go fishing, gift shopping, fun quests, exploring or eating!” Aether planned with excitement in his eyes, something that made you allured to him

“ …are you fine with all those?” Aether noticed your lack of speech as you shook your head

“ I’m fine with anything, really!…as long as it’s with you” you confessed making the man blush furiously

“ well okay! Lets go walk and just talk everything out” Aether stood up excited as you mimicked him

“ by the way…happy ‘Valentine’s’ Day”

ALHAITHAM

A very well calculated guy, he was very unpredictable, always being unexpected when it came to your relationship with him. Plans everything but sometimes that ‘everything’ has its flaws of course .

“ I wanted to treat you” Alhaitham sat you down at a rather fancy restaurant

“ you didn’t have too. It’s not really a big thing” you smiled as you sat down after the man tucked in your chair and put the menu in your direction

“ I wanted everything to be perfect…like you” Alhaitham grabbed your hand lightly and kissed it as you blushed

“ I…” before you could finish your sentence the sound of thuds echoed throughout restaurant

You glanced over and saw a band arise out of no where and all scattered on the floor

“ are they okay!??” You questioned Alhaitham panicking. The band that fell down was meant to be background music as he gave you your Valentine’s gift but looks like they made a mistake and slipped through the staff door

“ oh it’s just a show…” Alhaitham made you avert your gaze

“ really? I hope they didn’t get hurt” you replied sympathetic as Alhaitham cursed the band for destroying the expensive instruments

“ …how come your menu says look in the chocolate” you squinted at the menu Alhaitham tried to hide

“ really!?!” Alhaitham nervously laughed as he hid it but it was already too late as the waiters came out with balloons and the whole staff

Alhaitham tried to gesture them to piss off or something as you were meant to read the menu when desert arrived

“ what are they..” you observed confused

“ happy Valentine’s Day on behalf of Alhaitham” the waiter said as Alhaitham hid his face frustrated

“ aw Alhaitham” You almost laughed in confusion

“ this was meant for after dinner” Alhaitham explained everything just for it to go all wrong as you smiled at the food placed in front of you

“ Sometimes things don’t go the way you plan…but I love you for all this thought” you blew the man a kiss as he blushed a little

“ happy Valentine’s Day”

THOMA

Although his chores seemed endless at the Kamisato estate, he still has plenty of time for you, regardless of all his work

“ rise and shineee!” Thoma chimed as he opened the curtains, the sun making you groan

“ what time is it Thoma?” You groaned and sat up

“ it’s 5am…” Thoma looked outside as your mouth almost gaped open

“ 5am?” You said speechless as the man nodded

“ do you not wake up at 5am usually?” Thoma asked, his face expressing his confusions

“ yeah” you yawned as Thoma panicked

“ oh I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you woke up later I’m so sorry! I just wanted to spend this day with you, go back to sleep!” Thoma gestured, panicking as you almost laughed

“ it alright Thoma! It’s fine” you yawned again as Thoma expressed worry

“ I’m really sorry…would you like to cuddle?” Thoma proposed as a apology amongst the silence between you two as you smiled gently

“ yes…” you opened your arms to the man quickly softening in your arms

“ again I’m so sorry” Thoma mumbled as you played with his hair

“ it’s alright…no need to apologise” You chuckled as Thoma snuggled into you more

“ I love you” Thoma expressed as his arms snaked around you , your eyes slowly closing

“ me too.” You answered, cuddling the man

AYATO

being filthy rich, there were no limits the man would go to for you, he was a family man after all meaning he would do everything for you

“ come in” Ayato announced as you walked into his huge office of neatly placed files

“ busy today?” You quietly asked, leaning on the door frame

“ just quite, but I’m done now” Ayato closed his documents and gazed upon you as you close the door

“ I have many plans for today” Ayato stood up, walking closely to you as he lightly kissed your hand

“ what plans?” You inquire curiously

“ eating at fancy restaurants, spoiling you with delicacies from another nation or perhaps a visit the book store?” the list went on, as it did Ayato couldn’t help but notice your dull expression

“ is something wrong darling?” He frowned at your lack of response as you sighed

“ all this is great really…all the fancy things you spoil me with, I appreciate it really! But today I just want to have a picnic or just relax at home with you…” you explained as Ayato chuckled at the request

“ really? Very well then” Ayato kissed your forehead

“ I still have some flowers though, perhaps we should get that and I’m all yours” Ayato uttered, intertwining his hands with yours

“ oh okay! Happy Valentine’s Day dear” you remembered, gleaming at the man

“ happy Valentine’s Day to you too…I love you” Ayato finalised as you two exited the room to collect the flowers

KAZUHA

Kazuha is a wanderer, it would make sense if he travelled with you and explored many situations with you and shared many poetic stories to make you blush over him

“ the wind flows beautifully, perhaps today is a special day” Kazuha reminded as you caught up to him

“ mhmm? What day” you replied confused, forgetting the importance of the day

“ a day of love perhaps?” Kazuha catches a swaying flower

“ oh I must of forgot” you almost laughed out loud as Kazuha grinned, placing the delicate flower behind your ear

“ you look as beautiful as ever my love” Kazuha teased as you reddened

“ …do you have any plans today?” You avoided the teasing as Kazuha was deep in thought

“ I was thinking of going to the beach while the ship stops for today” Kazuha mentioned Beidous ship as he also gestured to the boardwalk in front of you

“ sounds good, although it’s a far walk down” you looked down seeing below the mountain you struggled to climb up

“ do not fret. We still have all the time in the world…I can carry you down if you want anyway” Kazuha giggled making you blush even more

“ that won’t be necessary!” You dismiss your boyfriends offer

“ really now?” He couldn’t help but tease you even more as the sounds that followed were cheers and laughter

HEIZOU

he is a very fun guy once you get with him although you thought he was mysterious at first he turned out amusing to you

“ now I wasn’t going to take you somewhere you wouldn’t ‘ enjoy’ but I thought this would be a rather fun activity…just you and me” Heizou proposed as you enter a mysterious room

“ and just what is this place exactly?” you looked around confused at the strange environment

“ well it’s a escape room!” Heizou happily replied

“ an escape room?” You wowed at all the possible clues in front of you

“ yes! If you don’t like it I can call the staff to open the doors…I thought it would be a good idea” Heizou observed your face in case you showed disgust in the activity

“ well okay! Let’s look around” You took a deep breath and started to look for clues

Heizou pretended to look as well, the plan he planned so far had been going well, it was only a matter of time before you found the message

“ Heizou I think I got something!” You replied, lifting up a small box with a key hole

“ great findings! I found the key too” Heizou fooled, giving you the key

“ okay let’s see what’s inside” you called out, opening the wooden box

Inside was a folded note and upon opening it you read out the words engraved in it

“ look behind you” you read out and then hear a dispensator behind you

Turning around, it revealed a big pile of flowers

“ Heizou…” you say astonished as Heizou reached your side

“ happy Valentine’s Day my dream partner” Heizou held your hands as you almost cried from the beautiful gesture

“ I love you!” You jumped into the man’s arms as he succeeded in catching you

“ it was no worries” Heizou melted into your touch

YAE MIKO

although to this day, what she does in her free time lately is quite a mystery to you, you assumed she was making another book

“ is Yae here?” You asked the shrine maiden as you appeared at the shrine

“ yes, she is, at the back” the lady pointed to which you walked to

“ you made it!” You saw Yae waiting patiently for you, leaning on the red fence

“ your note sounded pretty urgent what’s the problem?” Your tone sounding concerned as Yae sighed

“ is it wrong for me to want to spend time with my significant other?” Yae pouted at your words

“ did you miss me?” You slyly replied as she shook her head

“ I wouldnt say…’miss you’, I would say, just wanted company” she emphasised, straightening her posture

“ if you say so…” you sighed, leaning on the fence

“ say today seems like a pretty lucky day” Yae pointed out making you raise a brow

“ wanna test out your luck perhaps?” Yae pointed to the fortune booth

“ well sure” you stood up and walked to the booth with her

“ one fortune please” you gave coins as the shrine maiden gave you a box to shake

“ well…go on” Yae miko told you to shake the box

Obeying, you did and got a stick. Hoping you were lucky today you got out the stick and read it

“ happy Valentine’s Day” you read out as Yae miko laughed

“ did you really think I would forget about this day?” She pointed out to you as you smiled

“ I have everything planned and don’t worry I will spoil you” Yae miko added on as you smiled

“ there’s no need too! I should be spoiling you!” You pouted as the women shook her head

“ since you are very tolerable…and my lover, I should do the honours, now come on now” Yae miko rushed you as you widely smiled, grabbing her hands as you two carried out a long day of plans

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Dragon Love

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, biting, breeding kink, possessiveness, dragon fae mating cycles, touch starved Malleus

Word count: 2k

Ao3

A/N: I found this dragon man randomly, I feel hard, I can't wait for Disney+ to release the anime so I fawn over him even more. I also just really like the evil lime green color, it always makes characters more aesthetically pleasing for me.

He wasn't in class that day, which was only slightly unusual for Malleus. Yeah he was more magically gifted that some of the other students but since you became friends he started to come out of his shell a little more. And well... you really looked forward to seeing him and maybe finally asking him to the annual dance.

"Oh Mall, he sick today. Might be out of commission for a few days, the poor boy." For as bad as Lilia made it sound he sure brushed it off quickly, "He'll be fine after a few days."

"Should he see a doctor then?"

"No, it's... a specific sickness to... his kind. Don't worry your pretty little head about it alright, you'll see him again before you know it." Lilia patted your head before he headed down the hall.

It still didn't seem right to you, just going about your day without even paying your sick friend a visit. You do just that the moment class lets up, running ahead of the rest to the dorm and up to Malleus' door. You can hear painful grunting sounds coming from inside.

"Mall?" You slowly open the door and take a look inside. The bed is messy, pillows and sheets everywhere but where they should be, in fact the whole room is a mess, it's quite unlike Malleus. Where is Malleus though. "Mall? Lilia told me you were sick? I came to check up on- gah!"

A hand reaches out from behind the door and pulls you in, slamming the door shut behind you. You feel a warm body pinning you to the cold wall and those same grunting sounds next to your ear. Before you stands Malleus, looking... out of breath and very disheveled. He usually takes great care in his appearance, but today his hair is untied, spilling over his back, his naked upper body is covered with sweat, his claws digging into your wrists, his mouth open in a snarl and showing off his pointy fangs. He looks wild, primal.

"What..." His voice is deeper than you ever heard it, "What are you doing here?"

"Um... Lilia said you're not feeling well but wouldn't give me the details, so I came to see for myself." His eyes flash green at something, and for a moment you feel his touch grow even warmer.

"You're here to see me?" He sounds hopeful, happy, "Truly? You're here for me?"

"Well yes?" A dazed grin spreads across his face, his face growing pinkish.

"I was hoping you would." His lips find your neck quickly, a warm tongue licking across your skin, "I've been waiting. It's painful to endure alone. But now you're here. I've never done this before but I promise to make it good for you, my lovely little rose petal."

His hands leave your wrists and sneak under your skirt, leaving goosebumps across your skin, "I don't understand."

"My mate. It's you. It's always been you. Please, love. Let me make this good for you. Make you mine." He didn't even seem to register your words, seemingly lost in the fog of his own lust, teeth scraping across unmarked skin.

Oh. He's... he's in heat. You know that fae go through them a few times a year, but this is the first time you've heard of Malleus going through one.

"You want me?" Sure you knew he liked you well enough to be your friend but to be his mate, to spend his heat with him, that's a big step from friends.

"Of course. You're the only one I want." He parted your thighs and pressed his bulge against your core, the subtle jerk from his cock evidence of his desire, "And what of you? You want me as well? I can... I can smell you. Fuck, it's driving me insane."

You moan as he grinds his hips against you, only making the ache between your legs worse, "I actually... wanted to ask you to the dance."

"The dance?" You see him glance at you out of the corner of his eye, "Ah. I can... I can take you. And anything else you want. Just..." A growl tears from his throat, "Tell me I can. Tell me I can have you. Tell me that you want to be mine."

You gulp, sensing that there's a lot of power in those words. After a beat of silence goes on for a moment longer Malleus whines, his claws digging into your skin, trying to ground himself while also trying to find relief by grinding against the source of heat between your legs.

You move some of his hair from his neck, finding his pulse point, hot under your lips as you suck a bruise on the pale skin, the taste making your vision blurry with lust.

"You can have me." You husk against his skin, licking up a path to his ear and nibbling.

"And you me, my love." Malleus bit into your neck, his fangs breaking skin just a little before licking over the bruise, fire traveling through your body, desire wrapping around you like creeping vines, "Mine. Mine. I'll make you mine." Malleus growled into your ear as he lifted you up by your thighs, hips rolling into each other as he carries you to the bed. "Off. I want everything off."

Melleus is very eager in his quest to get you naked as soon as possible, so much so that most of the buttons of your uniform end up flying as he tears your jacket and shirt open. He doesn't bother to open it up all the way, just enough to reveal your bra clad breasts. As for your skirt, it's quickly pulled down your legs along with your shoes and stockings.

He seems a bit too eager, thrusting against you even with the barrier of his pants and your panties. He growls in annoyance, eyes glowing green.

You chuckle, "Let me." Your hands travel down his chest and stomach to unbuckle his belt and ease his pants and boxers down. Malleus lets out a hiss now that his cock is finally free of its constraints, standing tall and hard, the head an angry red color as cum trickles down. You trace a finger along the underside all the way to the tip and along the slit. "It feels hot."

Malleus groans as you give his cock an experimental stroke, making more of his cum leak out. A warning growl startles you as you were about to start running your hand up and down his length, "No. Inside. All of it. I don't want to waste a single drop." His eyes zero in on the wet spot on your underwear. He licks his lips as he eases them down your thighs, a string of arousal breaking the further down he pulls, until he tears them apart just above your knees, "They were in my way."

You chuckle, "Eager are we?" You pull him down into a sweet, slow kiss, savoring his warm tongue against yours, the nip of his fangs against your lips. Your hands circle around his neck as you feel him part your thighs and slot in-between them. His touch is so hot against your skin, igniting fire in your veins. "I need you inside."

There's a green glint in his eyes, his pupils narrowing to barely visible slits, a wide grin spreading across his features, "Of course you do my love. Let me make your desires a reality." He pushes his pants and underwear further down past his knees, not even having the patience to take them off fully. He lines himself up with your entrance, running his cock through your folds to coat it in your wetness. "Apologies for being rough in advance, my love."

He waits for your nod before pushing his cock inside, all the way inside, not leaving an inch between your hips.

The stretch isn't too painful, but the rough pace in which he slid in was. Your nails scratching into his skin was more than expected, and seemingly welcomed by him. His claws dig into your hips as he starts to move back and forth, using just as much force as the initial thrust, showing no signs of slowing down or easing up. "It's so tight. Is it always like this? Or is it only me? Does your cunt know it belongs to me now?" The words make you twist your hips, try to keep up with him, "Yeah? You tightened around me, do it again, let me feel you around my cock."

You gladly comply, watching as Malleus throws his head back, his mouth open in a smile, his fangs glinting in the dim sunlight, "Can you..." You groan, "I want you... to bite me."

Malleus licks his tongue across his fangs, bending down close to your face, which makes his cock hit at a slightly different angle and make your eyes roll back. His teeth find the front of your bra and pull, tearing it up again and again like he was a feral beast. You flush as you feel his hungry gaze on your breasts. His tongue flicks over your left nipple, twirling the stuff bud before his warm lips envelop around it and suck, briefly before his teeth nip at the underside of your breast.

As he lavishes your breasts with kisses and little bites, moving from one to the other his hands press against your thighs, pushing them further apart so he can thrust faster, deeper, his balls slapping against your skin every time he sinks his cock inside you.

"You're gonna look so pretty when I'm done. Covered with marks, filled with so much cum. Over and over until you're pregnant." The words made you clench around him, make you arch your back and push your breasts closer to his mouth. "I'll make sure every knows you belong to me. That I'm the only one whose cock gets to be inside this tight fucking cunt of yours. I'll make it mine with my cum. Make you mine by making you come all over my cock. And you want to don't you? You want to fall apart on my cock."

"Yes. Fuck. I want everything. Give me all of you, please." You pull up toward you, lips finding his neck again, biting down as hard as your can. Malleus groans and growls, his hips hammering away into yours, until he feels you fluttering around his cock. He doesn't stop, not even for a moment, not even as he starts to spill his seed inside you, "Fill me up handsome." And he does, he fucks every last drop of cum into you as your cunt tries to take all of it, pulsing around him, feeling full yet taking more and more, your orgasm feeding into each other and prolonging the pleasure.

His fangs find the base of your neck and bite. Hard. He moans as he tastes copper on his tongue, groaning as his orgasm begins to fade. "Love you." He whispers as he licks the blood off your neck, his pace now slow, a little sluggish but still very much intent on helping you ride out your orgasmic high.

You feel his body slump against your, enveloping you in warmth, he's careful as he moves his head, not wanting to poke you with his horns by accident. A deep groan leaves your lips when he pulls his cock out. He looks down in awe as some of his cum trickles out, "God." His eyes travel up your body, still hungry for you.

A smile dawns across your face from the intensity of his gaze, "Come here." He slides into your open arms, curling into you like a kitten, inhaling your sweet scent.

"How long until you can go again?" You feel his cock twitch against your inner thigh. This is gonna be a long few days, and you're pretty sure you're gonna need his help to walk by the end.

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pastanest · 1 year

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Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

A/N: look at me going back to my roots! thank you ever so much to the lovely @noldorinpainter for giving me my first commission!! I really hope you love it! ♡

info on my commissions can be found here, or you can always drop me a message if you’re unsure of anything! :)

Fateful Night

The smile on your face would be considered contagious, were anyone else roaming the streets of Alexandria at this time of night. There’s a spring in your step as your hands tap idly against the strap of your satchel across your front, excitement bursting at the seams just a little more with every step you take towards your destination. The path you walk and your intended plans for the rest of the night are both routine practices for you by now, you’re almost certain you could walk this route with your eyes closed.

Though he isn’t close enough to you yet for you to hear him speak, the words you know he’d say if he were close enough to hear your thoughts float through your mind like a soft gust of wind.

“Try walkin’ anywhere with yer eyes closed ‘n’ ya’ll slam into yer own front door, ‘n’ then I’ll be the one carryin’ yer ass to the infirmary.”

Suddenly, you are walking even faster.

By the time your hand reaches to push the hatch above you at the very top of the watchtower, you’re convinced the smile on your face is a permanent fixture.The hand that reaches for yours to help you climb the last rungs of the ladder enters your vision first, then the stubbled cheeks either side of a shy smile that its holder is trying his very best to hide under the shadow of his shaggy hair, before his other hand reaches to steady you at your waist as you stand in front of him.

Beaming up at your heart’s destination, stationed very coincidentally in your duty’s destination, you breathe a deep sigh of relief at the sight of him. “Evenin’ handsome!”

Scoffing bashfully, Daryl drops your hand and waist, strolling over to the edge of the tower and slumping down to dangle his legs in the night sky. “Yer late.”

You roll your eyes at the perfect waves at the back of his head. “Yeah, yeah, I know, but for good reason!”

Practically skipping over to him, you drop to the floor and kick your legs over the edge beside his, bringing your satchel to your lap. Feeling his infamous side-eye on you, you open the bag slowly for dramatic effect, taking your time in revealing the tupperware filled with chocolate chip cookies. Continuing your theatrics, you make a grand gesture of dropping the box onto Daryl’s lap.

“Special delivery from Carol!”

Daryl huffs, feigning disapproval at your peace offering and already coming up with his next sassy remarks as he pops the lid of the tupperware and stuffs the first cookie in his mouth.

“Jus’ ‘cause I’m eatin’ this don’t mean I forgibe you.” He comments, crumbs flying from his lips with his slurred words.

At first, when you reach for a cookie, Daryl pretends to snatch the box from you, but the pretend-shock on your face brings that same soft smile back to his face as he offers you the tupperware.

Taking a cookie, your gaze stays locked with his, and you nudge his shoulder with yours. “Oh, little bird, I know you do.”

“...Shut up.” He grumbles shyly, voice gruff as ever but laced with a tenderness only you can detect.

Settling into the silence, the two of you stare out into the night, at the tree tops that neither of you can ever truly reach, but daydream about flying over together. Though it is yet to be determined whether Daryl Dixon truly is telepathic,, you are convinced that the moment you are close enough for him to see you, he can read your thoughts clearer than you can read the words behind his eyes that he never quite knows how to say.

Absentmindedly, your head falls against his shoulder. An echo of the grin that was previously on your face lingers between warm cheeks, unable to withhold the simultaneous giddiness and inner peace that your best friend’s presence provides. So often you find yourself itching to probe his mind, ask him what he thinks about anything and everything, the most random things in the world that don’t matter at all, but his opinion on them and the further insight into him that provides is worth its weight in gold to you.

Consequently, it’s never long before you break any silence you share.

“Do you ever think about the day we met?” You ask him, smile already widening at the thought. Despite how terrifying certain aspects of the ordeal were, his involvement covers even the worst in sugar.

“Sometimes.” Daryl answers. “D’you?”

You nod, brushing his shoulder. “Yeah, sometimes.” Hearing his gentle, unspoken question to elaborate, you continue. “I think about how crazy it is that you saved my life that day, a total stranger, and how that has led to moments like this. I can never wrap my head around that.”

Daryl laughs softly. “Is pretty crazy.”

You chuckle with him. “Yeah.” Another second of comfortable silence passes before you speak up again. “What do you think, when you think about the day we met?”

Daryl considers this question and his answer carefully. He debates whether to give a heartfelt, sincere response, or whether to poke the bear. Considering the smirk on his face that is just out of your line of sight, he already knows the answer.

“That yer the same short ass now as ya were then.”

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you meet his gaze with an expression that he treasures. Jaw dropped, pure mischief and shock etched in your every feature. You let it linger, lull him into a false sense of security, and then you strike. Tickling him mercilessly until he’s giggling like a schoolgirl, you end up leaning over him as he falls to his back on the watchtower floor, your legs and his still dangling in the open air, the tupperware of cookies safely pushed out of the warzone.

“Alright, alright- damn, woman! I surrender!” He pleads for his life in between gasps and the loudest laughs anyone could hope to bring from a man like Daryl Dixon.

Settling back into a calm, seated position, like you had not just offloaded a truly brutal attack on your favorite person, you clasp your hands out in front of you to click your fingers in a boastful gesture of your victory over a man that could kick your ass if he was blindfolded, handcuffed, shirtless, and- wait, where was this train of thought going?

“What’re you thinkin’ about, crazy girl?” Daryl asks as he catches his breath and sits up beside you.

And you have never been more grateful that he is not actually telepathic. “Tell me the truth: what do you really think, when you think about the day we met?”

He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter and considering his answer carefully again. This time, he decides to be a little more honest with you, and himself.

“Guess I think most about bein’ glad I was there when I was.”

You nod slowly, understanding his sentiment and agreeing with him wholeheartedly. Had he not been there, you have no idea what would have happened to you that night.

Staring out at the trees ahead and below you, your mind so easily slots into the panicked memory of that very night, when you’d been on the ground in the dark just like this, running through forests that looked as dense and impossible to navigate as the ones the walls - and your favorite person - keep you safe from, now.

You were alone, had been for longer than you could remember. Too much time had passed since the world ended, you felt you were living borrowed time and something like guilt tugged at you for not being able to keep track of it. Birthdays were a thing forgotten, but so were the simpler guides that weekdays and weekends provided, the routine of mornings and evenings; you slept when you could and never had time to check whether the sun was rising or setting. Your complete lack of survival skills left you surprised to have lived as long as you had, but you knew how to run; something that the dead could not match you on, no matter their numbers. In the world before, being on the shorter side gifted you with playful - and overplayed - taunts, but in the decaying world you ran through, your very existence was discrete. Being alone was better, having nothing to lose was easy, and surviving was all you had.

You didn’t have time to eat full meals, to maintain a sleep schedule, or to think about what you were living such a life for; the person you were and the purposes your life had were ghosts that followed you wherever you went, much like the dead.

Despite the fact that interacting with the living would have, possibly, improved your quality of life, you avoided people more than you did the reanimated ones. If ever you heard someone speaking a single word, you would turn and run in the opposite direction as fast as you could, even if it meant going back the way you came. People without rules to keep them from doing what they wanted in an empty world were far scarier than sluggish corpses.

That night, you had stopped running to catch your breath, tiptoeing as best you could and using your hands to feel the trees as your guide. Drawing attention to yourself with any form of light was not an option. Unfortunately at the time, but fortunately in the long run, you crossed paths with a tracker skilled enough to feel the indents of your boots in the soil and know a living person was not far ahead. Aware of the group he was with and the rules they had enforced amongst themselves, the tracker distanced himself from the group to catch up with whoever was creating an individual trail through the woods at night.

Eventually, he caught up with you, managing to sneak around you to shine a torch in your face and stun you momentarily. If you had been able to focus, you would have seen the strangest expression flash across his features, before he looked behind you to the rest of the group that was fast approaching. Not wanting to partake in their way of doing things, but fearing your fate if he didn’t, he yelled out a single word.

“CLAIMED!”

While the others approached, he took a slow step towards you and lowered his torch slightly, holding your gaze. Something in his eyes calmed you, keeping you in place.

“‘m sorry, I had to, you don’ wanna know what they’d do if I didn’t. Jus’ stick with me, I’ll get you some place safe.” He whispered to you, and you nodded frantically, moving to his side before the rest of the group reached you.

To your horror, every other member of the group was a seedy looking man that shone their torches on you and stared at you with animalistic hunger in their eyes on discovering you were, in fact, a woman. You shrunk behind the one man that wasn’t treating you like a creature in a zoo with no means of hiding away from their greedy eyes, pressing their ugly faces against the glass that you wished truly stood between you and them, even if the barrier added very little protection for you, in reality.

“Damn, you got yourself a fine piece of ass there, new guy.” One of the men snickered, licking his lips as he tried to peak around the wall of a man that stood between you.

“Well, as she’s been claimed, we’d best find a place to set up camp for the night, give Daryl the time alone with his prize!” A grey haired man, who presented himself as the leader of the group, motioned around and the men split off in different directions, all laughing amongst themselves as they searched for a structure of some kind to spend the night in.

All, except for the man you had come to know as Daryl, who stood firmly in front of you. He stayed there, silent and motionless, eyes fixed on the leader of the group, who just grinned back at him.

Eventually, one of the group called out to the rest to alert them of an empty barn he’d found in a clearing that connected to some abandoned farm on the outskirts of the forest. You and Daryl trailed behind the rest as they headed inside, but the leader refused to enter unless you two went ahead. His breath on your neck still haunts your nightmares.

The men settled amongst themselves and didn’t bother you as much as you expected, as long as you tuned out their lines of sight, which burnt holes through every part of your body. You knew nothing of the group or the individuals, but you could read the dynamic clear as day: none of the men wanted to test Daryl, and you were certain you would be in a far worse position had one of them “claimed” you before he could. On that basis, and considering your instincts, you trusted him from the get go.

You didn’t know how long you would be stuck with that group, or with Daryl, so you absorbed every piece of information you could. Daryl was the silent type, that much was clear; you didn’t want to bother him with questions, so instead you just watched him. Watched as he “claimed” some bails of hay and placed them down in a corner and gestured for you to sit on them, before telling you that you could sleep, and you realized quite suddenly that despite his obvious disliking towards having to “claim” things and people to get by, he did so to provide you with a bed. A courtesy he did not stretch to himself as he stood in front of you, with his back to you.

Not wanting to come across as ungrateful and not knowing what else to do, you settled onto the bail of hay and made yourself as comfortable as you could, curling into yourself to conceal as much of your body as possible. Just as you closed your eyes, a man called over to you from the other side of the barn.

“HEY, PRETTY LADY, WANT A DRINK?”

Jumping out of your skin, you salt bolt upright and cleared your throat, managing a small, awkward smile. “N-No, thank you, I dont drink.”

The man on the other side of the barn laughed and rolled his eyes. “Oh, c’mon, everybody drinks these days!”

Before you could answer, Daryl stepped forward. “She said she dont. Leave it, man.”

Though he didn’t raise his voice, his tone was firm enough to shut the man up where he stood, and you watched as he avoided Daryl’s scowling eyes. His words weren’t objectively a threat, but everything about the strength he radiated and his obvious lack of care towards whether a fight happened or not, could seemingly make any man opposite him shrink in their boots.

The small smile on your face changed then, fixing on the waves at the back of his head as you settled back into the hay.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, you wondered if he had even heard you, until he replied a few seconds later.

“Don’ mention it.”

And for the rest of the night, he stood there in front of you, with his back to you. A human shield.

Chuckling lightly to yourself, you shake your head in disbelief, looking at the man beside you who hasn’t changed in the years you’ve known him, you just know him beyond that intimidating surface level by now.

“You defended me so fiercely when we’d only just met, I always wondered why.”

Daryl frowns down at you. “Ya never asked.”

You shrug. “I didn’t want to pry.”

Daryl scoffs, rolling his eyes at you. “Never stopped ya before.”

Gasping in mock-offence, you nudge his shoulder with yours again. “Shut up!”

The two of you share a lighthearted laugh at that, something that you would have thought was lost to the world before, had you never met Daryl.

“Seriously, though, why did you stick up for me so much on the drinking thing?” You question

“Ya tol’ me ya’d had a bad first experience drinkin’...”

“Yeah, but you didn’t know that then. Plus, you’re not exactly the type to jump to defend someone you’ve just met on something that was so minor- especially back then, before you’d grown into the softie you are now!” That last comment is a lighthearted one, one that you expect to bring another scoff or chuckle from the gruff sweetheart at your side, and usually it would.

Tonight, though, he stays silent, staring off into the night. You start to wonder if he even heard you, and his next question does little to reassure you on that.

“How old were you, firs’ time ya got drunk?”

You blink rapidly, processing a question you had definitely not been expecting.“19, why?”

At that, Daryl closes his eyes in a pained blink, lowering his head in shame and holding the edge of the platform with both hands. “‘m sorry.”

You frown, unable to decode your favourite person for the first time in longer than you can remember. “What for?”

His hair hangs over his eyes, hiding them from you and keeping the unsaid out of reach from you. “Not tellin’ you before.”

Trying to keep the conversation lighthearted, not wanting Daryl to get upset over something that you are certain is not worth feeling this bad about, you laugh airily. “Can you stop the cryptic-brooding shit for a second? What are you talking about?!”

Daryl sighs, lifting his head and tipping his nose up to the stars. You can see them reflecting in the stormy Georgia skies within his eyes, and he parts his lips to speak.

Alcohol had not been kind to you, that was what you had thought that night. On reflection, when out with a group of school friends, all of you having purchased fake ID’s and arrived at a bar outside of town to avoid being recognised as the 19 year olds you were, eight shots deep of straight vodka was, perhaps, not the best idea for your first experience with alcohol.

No building had ever felt more cramped in your life, all of your senses were completely overwhelmed. You couldn’t hear yourself think, not that you were capable of a coherent thought at the time, but everyone was talking so loudly and it was like your ears couldn’t understand your own language anymore. The song playing was one you recognised, but when you tried to bob your head to the beat, you were horribly out of time, your brain delayed because it was swimming in vodka. It was all too much, so to the best of your ability, you took hold of a friend’s shoulder and told her you were going outside to get some air. Whether you actually managed to speak a word of that is yet to be confirmed, none of your friends were sober enough to even notice you’d left the bar.

You didn’t see anyone else as you stumbled out into the parking lot, you were focussing all of your energy on the ground beneath you, because your shoes were not reaching it in the speed you expected and you were determined not to trip over your own feet. Only a few paces from the door, a man’s voice called out to you.

“Hey there, pretty lady, you comin’ my way?” He had asked sleazily, but the time it took for you

to process his question was apparently long enough for him to assume your answer.

He swaggered over to you and swung an arm around your waist, tugging you to his side. Frowning in confusion and discomfort, you conjured every ounce of strength you had and smacked your palms against his chest in an effort to get away from him. His grip on your waist tightened.

“‘EY, THE HELL YOU DOIN’?” Another voice reached your ears then, sounding miles away and possibly underwater at first, but eventually making sense as you pieced together his words.

“Easy, man, I’m just taking my girl home.” The grip on your waist replied, and you frowned harder, lifting your hand to point accusingly.

“I am NOT yours, sunshine! I, am a FREE WOMAN!” You declared, words slurring together, but you hoped you got your point across regardless.

Much to your relief, the voice in front of you seemed to understand the situation perfectly. “Like she said, she aint yers, and she’s barely standin’, so the hell you think yer doin’ with ‘er?” His accent was thicker than the grip on your waist’s was, you noticed.

You couldn’t process what happened next, it was all too quick. The grip on your waist was gone and the two men argued, raising their voices at each other, until suddenly one of them punched the other, forcing him to the ground. Without the grip on your waist, you collapsed onto the tarmac, landing on your side and smacking your head against the ground, hard.

The accent reached your ears again, but it was much more difficult to understand.

“Hey, hey, ya alright? C’mon, we gotta get you sittin’ up at least.”

One hand held yours, while the other steadied you at the small of your back, both of them were so gentle you could hardly feel them, but they were strong enough to catch you if you were to fall again.

He led you over to a bench outside the bar and sat you down on it, then crouched down in front of you. The pain in your head suddenly pulsed.

“Ow!”

The accent, much softer then, was quick to apologize for touching the wound on your head too harshly when checking it. “Sorry, didnt mean t’ hurt you. Anyone inside that knows you, can take ya home?”

Everything was spinning and nodding in response to his question made it a lot worse. “My friends are in there, I think.”

The accent spoke again, you tried as hard as you could to retain his words and piece together the sentence. “Alrigh’, I’m gonna go get ‘em, wha’s yer name?”

You had to think about it for a second. “(Y/N)...who’re you?”

The gentle hand was on your shoulder for just a second. “Don’ matter. You stay here, I’ll be back in jus’-”

A third voice entered the conversation, not the one belonging to the grip on your waist from before, which made the whole ordeal far too confusing for you to comprehend.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK YER DOIN’?” His accent was the thickest of all.

And then, it was another blur. All you remember is the man turning his back to you, acting as your huma shield while another man fought the grip on your waist.

Police sirens and lights overwhelmed your senses after that.

The accents yelled at each other, before the softer voice turned back to you.

“I gotta go, but you take care o’ yerself, alright?”

With that, he was gone. Your friends had to fill in the blank of the rest of the night for you the next day, explaining that they had grabbed you before the cops came and you all got out of there before they arrived, narrowly avoiding being caught out with your fake ID’s, but completely losing track of the man that had saved you in the process.

“Merle ‘n’ me were movin’ from place to place then, had a habit of pullin’ up to any bars we could find an’ I’d sit outside while he went in and stole bottles from anyone too drunk to notice ‘em disappearin. He’d bring ‘em back outside, we’d drink ‘em, then do it again ‘til he got drunk an’ sloppy an’ I’d have to pull him out of some fight with whoever caught him stealin’.” Daryl explains. “I was standin’ outside that bar, watchin’ that door, waitin’ for ‘im when you stumbled out, an’ I could see you were too drunk to be by yerself. When that asshole tried t’...” He trails off, feeling his blood boil in his veins at the memory. “Merle came out o’ the bar right as that prick got up and was gonna come at me from behin’, so Merle tackled him, smashed the bottle in his hand against the guy’s head. Bar owner called the cops, there was blood everywhere- the guy lived, we saw him aroun’ a month or so later at the same bar- but Merle was wanted for a whole list o’ shit and couldn’t risk the cops catchin’ him again, so we had t’ run.”

You stare at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, or like they were the first night you thought you’d met when he shone a torch in your face.

“It was you.”

The words passing your lips sound impossible, even after he has perfectly recalled a story you never told him with details you couldn’t recall, a memory you never knew you shared.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles, unable to look at you for fear of the betrayal on your face for keeping this a secret from you for so long.

But you are still in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around the fact that the end of the world brought you back to your hero.

“This whole time, you never said.”

Daryl shrugs. “Always sorta hoped you’d forget the whole night. The guy, most of all.” He confesses, having thought of you a few times in between that night and the night he found you again, always hoping that you had forgotten and been able to move on. Whether you chose to drink again after that, he always hoped you were able to live without fear and enjoy each night as it came. He didn’t have any reason to consider that you deserved any less.

“Regrettably, that was the main part that stuck with me.” You admit, feeling your own shame consume you.

Daryl nods. “I know.”

You shake your head, swallowed by the guilt. “I’m so sorry I didn’t remember you, everything was such a blur that night- I can remember the guy grabbing me, but even his face I wouldn’t recognise if he was in front of me. By the time you spoke to me close enough for me to see and hear you, my head was pounding. God, I’m so sorry that I’ve never remembered you!”

Only then, can Daryl bring himself to look at you, and it’s to frown at you in total confusion.

“Don’ gotta apologize for nothin’, aint yer fault.”

You rub your face with your hands, knowing that he’s right but still feeling terrible about it and knowing that, in your own way, you’ll make it up to him. You have to. How many times has he wanted to tell you? How many times has he thought about that night? What does he think of, when he remembers it? Has he sat alone with his thoughts and felt sad that you haven’t ever recognised him, have never pieced that it was his face right in front of you that night? What if-

“‘ey, stop that.” Those same gentle hands, feeling more familiar than ever, take yours away from your face and bring them to your lap, but don’t let them go.

Meeting your eyes, he calms the sea of overwhelming thoughts that had been swallowing your mind. In the midst of peace returning, a moment of clarity finds you, and you smile at him.

“Now that I know who my hero was that night, I can say what I always wanted to say!”

Seeing your spirits visibly left, Daryl smiles back at you. “Wha’s that?”

Leaning forward, you plant a soft kiss on his left cheek. Instead of pulling away immediately, you linger there to whisper the words your heart has been singing to him since the day you met, and the day you met again.

“Thank you.”

The moonlight prevents you from being able to see the dusting of pink that covers Daryl’s cheeks in the wake of your kiss, the first kiss you’ve ever given him.

“Sweet girl, ya’ve never gotta thank me for nothin’.”

Resting your head back on his shoulder and releasing a deep breath, you smile out into the night and squeeze his hands.

“You know as well as I do, that’ll never stop me.”

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