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sukunasweetheart · 11 months

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heed the warnings; fem reader, consumption of blood, smut, unprotected sex, breeding, vaginal sex, fingering (fem!recieving), kinda dubcon bite, a hint of degradation

vampire!sukuna is not one to mix up hunger with lust, but when he feasts on your blood, the unthinkable happens, and he realises that there’s something new at play in his mind.

after a year of dating your vampire lover, you’re finally allowing him to have a taste of you. sukuna pins you to the bed gently, keeping your wrists down against the soft mattress, making sure that you're completely at his mercy.

he smiles down at you - reading into your nervous expression and thinking about how cute you look when you try to appear unphased, unbothered.

"go on already. let's get it over and done with," you pout, knowing that he's teasing you internally, despite having said nothing.

"no need to be so impatient. i like taking things slow, when it comes to handling you," sukuna responds, smoothing a thumb over your cheek.

he begins with a forehead kiss, then trails down to give your lips some attention as well, warming you up a little to bring the heat to your face. he then moves on to your jawline, and finally reaches the side of your neck shortly after.

sukuna gives taunting little pecks to your skin, making you flinch slightly as you don't know when he's going to sink his teeth in. you feel his breath mingling over your neck - getting you a bit ticklish.

you smell sweet to him, and he can't help but take in one breath after another through his nose for your dizzying scent. he hopes you won't mind his lack of verbal affirmation before he finally digs his fangs into you, puncturing your skin.

an inexperienced vampire makes a huge mess when they feed on living creatures - their lack of technique and self control causes them to get blood all over their mouth and clothes; similar to a toddler's first time eating proper food.

sukuna however, has been around for centuries. he won't waste a single drop.

nevertheless, you taste really good. he's glad that he'd already fed himself prior to this. if he were a century younger, he would've lost restraint and sucked on you till your head spun.

once he had bitten you, you gasped softly, hand flying up to the back of his head. tingles run through the surface of your skin as he sucks, and you can feel the blood leaving your body. controlling your breathing, you shut your eyes and bask in the strange, foreign feeling of getting bit and sucked on.

sukuna’s hand that had been wrapped around your wrist ever so slowly inches up to your palm, gracing your fingers with his, intertwining with you against the bed.

within him, something different arises. he knew drinking from you would prove different than everyone else he’s fed from before, but he always viewed it purely as just having a meal.

yet, this time around, a distinct passion gets seated in his core, something familiar but much contrastive to his hunger. he has to suppress his urge to groan against you, as he gets oddly feverish - even though you’re the one getting your blood sucked. sukuna’s body presses onto yours harder, and his weight that drapes upon you becomes more prominent.

your other hand trails down his back, grasping a fistful of his shirt, trembling lightly. it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected. it feels almost arousing... intimate, even. reaching a kind of closeness that others wouldn’t be able to have.

you whimper lightly, and he takes it as a sign that you’re at your limit, and after one more gulp, he detaches his fangs from you. at the sudden relief, you jolt slightly. even after stopping, the persistent fog doesn’t leave his mind.

sukuna looks at the two perfect little holes on your neck and runs his tongue over them for the final time, before getting up to look at your face properly. the little tears pricking your eyes, flustered face, pursed lips to prevent any noises from coming out your throat. it gives him another strong pang.

“why... why are you hard...?” you question, confused. you’d been feeling his erection poking at you for a while now.

he looks down, equally as confused, at his very obvious tent. being turned on after drinking someone’s blood? it has never happened before. sukuna turns back to you again.

you blink at him, wondering what his next course of actions are going to be. his gaze flutters down to your lips, and what comes next is very unsurprising. he follows his instinct - and his instinct right now, is to fulfill his lust.

as his tongue slips in, his deep-seated kiss shares the metallic traces of your own blood, albeit small. you follow along, cupping his jawline as your knee rises gradually in between his legs to nudge his cock, stirring him up further. you savour the groan that he lets into your mouth.

while still kissing you, his hand comes down to unbuckle himself, freeing his dick because the restrictiveness is getting too unbearable. then, the same hand goes to place itself onto your pussy, the warmth from his palm emanating towards it, even more when he begins to softly rub your clit over your panties.

sukuna relishes in the feeling of you rolling your hips against his touch - and his dick begins to throb all the more harder.

swiftly getting his fingers underneath the fabric of your undergarment, he pulls the material down as you lift your legs to aid him, revealing your bare cunt, oozing with your arousal. he smirks at you and teases your clit with his thumb before sinking his middle and index finger into your sopping hole.

gasping, you feel his fingers thrust in and out of you, scissoring against the sensitive spot inside. you become subjected to sukuna’s lewd gaze as he keeps his eyes onto your face, getting your entire body feverish with exhilaration, yearning for him deeply.

you think he’s going to stop soon and slip his cock in anytime soon, but he doesn’t. you inch closer to an orgasm with each movement of his digits, the embarrassing wet noises of his fingering and your moaning taking place in the room.

when you cum, your back arches entirely, and you coat his fingers with your slick, pussy ending up dripping wet.

“such a good whore for me. making a mess with your cunt alone,” he speaks with a salacious tone.

looking at him again, you catch him sucking your juices off his fingers, throwing you into a flustered state, but turning you on once again. sukuna then strokes himself a few times, before lining his big cock up to your pussy and pushing it inside.

the incredible stretch feels so good, you can never get used to it. sukuna sighs, content with how your cunt embraces his dick and clenches around him. everything inside him throbs, and he begins to thrust into you at a steady pace, as he leans down to kiss you again.

your hands clasp at both sides of his face, eager to keep him close. as he builds you up towards a second orgasm, numerous whines escape your lips and ring out against his own, making the exchange sweeter.

you pull away momentarily to catch your breath, but he chases after your lower lip, needy and desperate. sukuna speeds himself up, groaning in a lewd manner, mindlessly grinding against your g-spot.

the wet sounds of your pussy with each thrust, every sound you make with that voice of yours, it’s becoming too much for him. he’s already so close, which is unlike him - he usually lasts...much longer than this.

“fuck, fuck, fuck...” he growls above you, eyebrows furrowed, almost looking like he’s in pain.

sukuna buries his cock deep into you when he cums, hips stuttering against yours, coupled with his muscles flexing and heavy panting. in his state of heightened sensitivity, something washes over him completely, as the scent of you seems to provoke him relentlessly.

he comes down and sinks his fangs into your shoulder, as he’s still releasing into your womb.

cupping your mouth with your hand, your eyes widen at the sudden action, your back arching once more. it wasn’t the thrusting that had pushed you off the edge. it was the bite.

your other hand claws down his back as he’s still latched onto your shoulder, groaning as your sweetness fills his mouth, cock still spurting messily into your cunt, your body pleasuring him in every way possible.

he only detaches himself when you softly mewl his name. sukuna’s lips are dyed red with your blood, which he licks off with his own tongue. he’s returned to his senses while you... well, you look like you’re out of it. in a good kind of way. your eyes are in a daze, but you’re smiling.

“shit. you came from the bite, didn’t you? freaky woman.” “who’re you calling a freak? you’re the one that made a meal out of your girlfriend.” he smirks and comes down to kiss the bite area softly, wrapping his arms around you.

only through you, does his lust and hunger become erotically harmonised. this just might become a regular thing.

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rippersz · 8 months

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𝕴𝖙’𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔𝖔.

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(DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) (TW: Mentions of cannibalism, murder, slight glorification of both, gore, toxic love, smutty/suggestive themes, etc.) (Larissa Weems x Reader)

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“The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.” ~ Sean Glatch

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Turns out, the maintenance crew was due to leave only about two hours after everyone vacated Nevermore to go to the carnival. The only catch was that Larissa had to turn it back on five hours later; some inane thing about a system catch up and not wanting to blow the lights and blah blah blah. She didn’t really seem too concerned, so you figured it wasn’t worth worrying about. Though then again, her level of reaction is often exaggerated around others. A smooth coverup to her consistent undertone of intense apathy. She’s a damn good actress, you have to give her that. Even when around you, she puts a bit more life into her eyes. Into her voice. Into her breath. It’s forced, of course. Yeah. Most definitely. She doesn’t just magically feel more alive because of you. That type of thing doesn’t happen in real life.

…Cannibals, on the other hand, happen far more often than people like to think.

If you could go back in time and tell your younger self that you’d somehow fall into a weird pseudo-psychotic-relationship with your one day shape-shifting cannibalistic gorgeous boss, you’re pretty sure your younger self would just burst into tears. Or blink maybe- and ask what a ‘cannibal’ was. You wouldn’t have an answer, of course, but that’s neither here nor there.

What’s more important anyway is the fact that you stupidly agreed to meet Larissa by Nevermore’s main entrance at exactly 9:45. You were exhausted after a day of rowdy teenagers and slow classes and it was only at about 7 PM when you remembered that your day wasn’t even over yet. Oh no no no. You still had a game to play. A game that, now as you think of it, standing by the two big doors and waiting for the guest of honor, may just go on well into the night. It depends on how Larissa’s feeling. It depends on what the ‘terms’ are. It depends on if she’s eaten dinner yet and if she has the energy to kill, cook, and clean before everyone gets back.

God you hope that’s not the case.

You really really hope-

“Always on time, I see,” a familiar voice rings through the hall, sounding from the top of the staircase.

Speaking of the fucking thorn in your side.

You turn at the exact moment that Larissa’s kitten heels start click-clacking their way down the stairs… and then promptly fall short of breath at the sight.

You haven’t seen her all day. Not even once. And now there she stands, all 6 feet and however many inches in those shoes and she’s painted against the moonlight that shines through the large windows behind her and the shadows drink her in as the air loses itself in her beauty, stealing away into her lungs and depriving you of oxygen and you, not for the first time, find yourself wondering why it’s so hard to just accept her. To just come to terms with the fact that maybe, if you ignore her insatiable appetite, you may be able to fall asleep in her arms and kiss her peacefully without feeling shame. Why can’t you just push guilt aside and fall into her body and let her pick you up and surround you and finally feel safe? And why oh why can you not take your fucking eyes off of her goddamn body? Jesus you are barely holding yourself together as she drags one slender hand down the bannister, making eye contact with you as she prowls. Those crystal eyes take on a dark, nearly black hue in the grey of the evening and you find yourself ashamed of the fact that you can’t look away from them.

Perhaps some sins are meant to be indulged in.

Her crimson lips curl into a placating close-mouthed smile. Her skin and hair are as pale and pristine as ever. Her perfume, as she gets closer, is heavier- spicier- but the intoxication of scent is the least of your worries. Oh no; the thing you’re most concerned about is the dress. Never have you ever seen her wear red. Not in your five and a half years of working at Nevermore. Not even in your dreams. Larissa doesn’t touch deep colors. She doesn’t wear the darker shades.

And yet?

Yet, there she is. Torturing you. Wrapping her long slim fingers around your attention span and taking all of it for herself. ‘Mine,’ is what she’s silently saying as she gives her hips some extra sway and shows off the loose sash around her waist. The dress reveals the curve of her calves and the tiniest bit of her thighs and suddenly you come to the (stupid) realization that she’s not wearing any stockings. Which she always wears. Which somehow, the absence of, makes your brain short-circuit and recalculate.

“Thank you for meeting me.” And before you even know it, there the Big Bad stands - hands clasped at her waist and head tilted to the side, looking like the cat who did not only catch the canary but also skinned, filleted, and served the little fucker up on a silver platter.

You feel the need to glare at her, to curse her for her beauty and her allure, but you simply can’t muster up the energy to do so. You’re tired- and your emotions are frayed- and you just want to rest- but clearly someone doesn’t want you to be at peace just yet. No, clearly, she wants you all to herself for just a little while. You’re not sure why, you’ve contemplated it before, but dwelling on anything regarding Larissa Weems is a spiraling whirl of insanity and despair that you just don’t wanna go down right now. So it’s better to stay in the present… and give her a little hum while you cross your arms. If she’s noticed that you take on such a defensive stance whenever she’s around, she hasn’t said anything. And she probably won’t either. Cuz she doesn’t care.

“Yup. Are we gonna get this over with or what?” It comes out harsher than you want it to, forcing your organs to immediately crinkle up like smashed paper as you cringe at your sharp tone.

Larissa fairs no better as her expression falls and her lips twist into a frown. The lines of her face become deeper when she looks so depressed, like she hasn’t slept in 80 years. You want so terribly to tell her to suck it up and stop acting like a baby, but you also know that her excitement about fun and friendliness is not a thing she fakes. The Poe Cup excites her. The Nevermore dances and activities and Outreach Day and this, that, and the other all bring her some modicum of joy. The kids themselves make her happy. It’s weird to know a person who has killed another human being and enjoyed the taste of their flesh… while also finding happiness in the simple annual events of their job. Like she has an alter ego; but you know that’s not the case. She’s 100% herself. Which is both admirable and scary.

“If you don’t want to,” Larissa hisses, making you freeze at the sound of undeniable ice in her tone, “then don’t make me force you. Go to bed, if you so wish. I’m not going to keep you against your will.”

Like a monster. She doesn’t say it, but you think that maybe she’s thinking it.

And though you want to respond and say But you are a monster. You have kept people against their will before. You have killed before. you decide to steer the conversation to safer shores and get yourself out of harm's way. Larissa doesn’t often get serious with you, but whenever she does it, you know better than to push her buttons. Certain boundaries have not yet been established. You never know if you are safe.

“Sorry- sorry. I’m just tired. Really, I’m fine. Let’s play and then we can get some rest. That sound okay?”

A dark gaze pins you to your spot, staring into the very marrow of your bones. It’s clear what she’s thinking. It’s clear what she knows. Like she knows you’re just agreeing to save your own hide. She knows you’re complying out of fear. She can’t hear your heartbeat, but she knows it’s running faster than a speeding train. She knows she’s shifted the line once again.

The only thing is that she really can’t bring herself to care.

You’ve complied. That’s all she needs.

“…Fine. Yes. Are you ready to discuss the terms?”

It’s obvious that the tension hasn’t dissipated entirely, but you figure that as the night carries on, that will change.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

Who knows? It may even be fun.

Larissa smiles.

It’s wide.

It’s.. scary.

Sharp.

A Cheshire grin.

Cold. Steely. It doesn’t reach her eyes. You feel sweat start to bead along your back.

“In the name of saving time, there will be one round. I will seek. You will hide. We will have 45 minutes in total. However, you will get a 20 second head start. Should I manage to find and catch you in under 45 minutes, you’ll join me for dinner. The main course will be poached lamb. And you will be required to eat it.” There’s a pause.

“All of it.”

Okay not fun. DEFINITELY not fun. So incredibly not fun.

You swallow.

“…And if I win?”

Then what? Then what if you win? What the fuck do you get out of this? What could she possibly give y-

“Then I will give it up.”

…What?

You look at her wildly. But there’s no expression on her face. She’s just… blank. White behind the eyes. Nothing. Apathetic.

No.

Practiced indifference.

She doesn’t think you can win.

She doesn’t even want to consider you winning.

But all is fair in love and cannibalism. And she’s never been one to tip the scales.

“I’m sorry, you’ll what?” You’re just not sure you’ve heard her correctly. She’ll ‘give it up’?

Larissa sighs, her lashes fluttering as she purses her lips and gives you a ‘look’.

“If you win, I’ll give it up.”

…And that’s it? That’s all she’s gonna give you?

“What do you even mean? Give up the whole killing people and eating them thing? The-” You look around, suddenly nervous about a creature somehow lurking in the shadows. One can never be too careful. Probably best that you don’t speak so loudly. “-the cannibalism?” Your body leans closer to her as you whisper, though your eyes stray and scan the shadowed columns and walls of the entrance hall.

Larissa of course takes that opportunity to get closer to you and bends down at the waist, lining her lips up to your ear while you’re distracted.

“Yes, darling. I’ll give up the cannibalism.” And her voice is so husky and her breath is so warm, flushed against the side of your neck, that you nearly fall right to your knees.

I’ll give up the cannibalism.

Oh you could laugh. You could laugh and you could laugh hard. She’s joking- she has to be. And you’re about to tell her that, you’re about to turn your head and tell her not to fuck around with you, but then your cheeks brush and suddenly you’re letting out an embarrassing squeak and stumbling back to hit the door behind you.

She blinks, straightens up, and smiles down at you as though nothing ever happened.

It’s infuriating.

“You’re lying. You wouldn’t do that.”

A light eyebrow quirks up.

“Wouldn’t I?”

A heavy staring contest ensues; but you’re the only one trying not to blink - Larissa is just looking. And smirking. And god fuck her for being so fucking gorgeous.

“I’m a woman of my word, Y/n,” she purrs, watching with such amusement as you desperately try to collect yourself and steer yourself back on track.

Not that the track was very clear nor sane in the first place. In fact, the track probably leads to Hell.

Oh well.

You were never getting through the pearly gates anyway.

“Okay,” you decide, looking her up and down. “If I win, you stop it. All of it. No more killing, eating, nothing. The only protein you consume comes from livestock. Not human livestock. Just- livestock.” You nod to yourself, giving her a firm stare.

But just because you reaffirmed what happens if you win doesn’t mean you will. And she knows that. So she hums and turns on one heel, taking her burning gaze away from you and sweeping it over the floors and walls- down into the darkness of the corridors. You don’t know what she’s thinking, but you have a feeling it’s not good. Larissa can be very sneaky when she wants to be… cheating, at least in a playful little game like the one you’ll be having, is certainly not below her. In fact, she’s entirely capable of winning. Like on a level you could not even imagine. She’s been around Nevermore for how long? Counting her years in the Academy as a student and as an adult… knowing her roommate used to be the cunning and sly Morticia Frump neé Addams… well. Her big sexy shapeshifter brain probably has the entire fucking place memorized.

And you haven’t even been there for six years.

So you’re saying you’re doomed.

Yeah. Basically.

“Yes,” Larissa finally confirms, turning back to you with a quick shift of her legs. “And if I win, you dine with me.” Oh she looks so excited about that. Her eyes, somehow, are darker than they were before. No light reflects at all as they carve into your soul. Already you can tell that she’s imagining how she’ll cook the meat.

“…Poached lamb, you said?”

She grins, her smile sudden like she’s surprised (and delighted) that you remembered.

“Yes. Would you like to know what other dishes I’ll be preparing?”

At the sound of her cheery tone, your expression sets into a scowl.

“You’re talking as if you’ve won already. What makes you think that’ll happen?”

Her physical response is minuscule. Barely even there. But you notice the slight way in which her cheek twitches; and you see how her hands tighten around each other. When she responds, her red lips are curved into a smirk and her voice is soft. Soft and kind. It sends a blaze of hot warmth across your body.

“I find acting as though you already have the thing you want tends to result in obtaining it.” Her head tilts. Her eyes run over your body. From your feet to your head, over the swaying black cotton dress you’re wearing and the necklaces you have draped over your collarbones. Slow and steady. Tracing your arms… your legs… your shoulders… your waist… your breasts and your hair… not hungry for your flesh in her stomach, but hungry for your skin against her tongue. Your skin against her lips. Your skin against her own. She lets out a sigh. “And I want you.”

It’s breathed out into the night - and accompanied by the sudden loud chime of Nevermore’s clock tower.

You jump at the sound of it, immediately slapping a hand over your heart in shock.

“Goddammit! That fucking thing gets me every time.” It’s definitely not the thing to be focusing on, but you’re not sure you have the mental capacity to pick through and understand the implications behind Larissa’s words. As it is, the change of the hour means you have even less time to play before the rest of the staff and the children return.

Larissa, of course, did not jump out of her bloody skin. Instead, she watched your body tense and your eyes widen with no small amount of fondness. She thought you were silly. Adorable. Hers.

“I suppose that’s our cue, then. Are you ready to begin?” Her white teeth glimmer when she turns to glance up at the staircase.

You feel your heart start to thump within your ears.

Always the little lamb, aren’t you darling?

Yes.

Always the prey.

Yes.

Meant to be hunted.

Yes.

Meant to be found.

Yes.

No.

Wait. …Meant to be found?

No...

No no no no no no.

Not meant to be found. Not meant to be found at all. The whole point is not to be found. The whole point is to escape.

Oh? What are you escaping from? There is no one here to hurt you. There is no one here to get you. You are safe. You are safe.

Oh if only that were true…

If only she could love you without wanting to swallow you whole.

You finally sigh, resigned and tired.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, Larissa.”

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Can you tell I’m hyperfixating on her? Thank you so much for the love. (Let’s just pretend Nevermore’s clocktower works. And the power being out will come into play in the next part ;)) - Rip x

(P.S. Tell me who you want to win in the game of hide and seek.)

(P.P.S. Most of the meat referenced in this series is code for human flesh. ‘Long pork’, for example, is the official name for human. Here, the ‘poached lamb’ and other types mentioned in future is also code. Thx.)

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vendoramachine · 3 months

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random headcanons

velvet & veneer

pretty self explanatory. i needed someplace to dump all these stupid little thoughts. also, as the younger sibling of an older sister, these are all just me self projecting our relationship <3

- vel is mildly dyslexic and it’s been a sensitive topic for her entire life (yet she still makes fun of veneer for not being able to do math)

- veneer had both of his ears pierced, but his left ear eventually closed up cus he doesn’t wear his earring on that side (ifykyk)

- velvet’s anger issues has made her throw things at veneer on multiple occasions

“do you remember that time i accidentally hit you and you threw that moisturizer container at my head?”

“…..”

- both had a very intense phase where they were obsessed with pokémon, specifically, team rocket

- jesse and james were both of their gay awakenings

- velvet always used to practice painting nails and doing makeup on veneer, that they never really grew out of it (she still does it for him <3)

- they never apologized to each other properly after getting upset with each other

“…you hungry?”

“…yeah. i’ll go with you to check the fridge.”

- strangely enough, vel asks to sleep in her brother’s bed if they don’t have anything going on the next day

- vel is one of them VIOLENT ASS SLEEPERS who kicks everything within radius, and her feet are always cold as fuck

“vel… vel, stop kicking me… v-velvet, YOUR FEET ARE COLD!”

- but ven is a blanket hog so they hate sleeping in the same bed but still do it cause it’s oddly comforting for them both

“veneer, it’s cold, bro… give me the- STOP TAKING THE BLANKET!”

- for some reason, they’re always coming at each other’s taste

- “i really don’t know what you see in ritz.”

“yeah? well, at least i didn’t fall for a random fan from the crowd.”

“BITCH-“

- their favorite places as kids were costco and ikea (don’t ask i just have a feeling)

- vel needed glasses as a kid, but she always hated how they looked on her, so she never wore them. ever. her eyesight is still lowkey shit.

- they both took violin and cello lessons as kids, but they thought it was mad boring and left (they don’t remember a single thing about it)

- velvet will fuck up a raw ass steak (so raw that you might as well give her an entire fucking cow), eating it with her bare hands like a wild animal

- as kids, they always talked about bailing each other out if one got arrested (but they both got arrested so that’s out the window 😻)

- “ugh, orange is so not my color.”

“girl, fuck you mean? you look better than all the bitches here.”

- ritz and orchid always go together to visit their criminal lovers in prison

- vel hates the feeling of gel, but does it for the aesthetic (veneer hates it too)

- veneer got his drivers license after vel, but she gets the WORSTTT road rage, so he doesn’t trust her and drives them everywhere

- vel has literally almost stabbed her brother with her sharp crown thingy

- veneer constantly asks his sis what he should wear because he’s too scared of being insulted

- both of their retinas have been burned by all the flashing cameras

- surprisingly, most of vel’s high school homecoming dates were men. nobody except veneer even knew she was a girl kisser until she turned sixteen

- they have matching robes. for sure.

- veneer is a shopping addict ( velvet carries his bags every time cus she thinks his complaining is annoying )

“ugh, my arms-“

“shut up. give me your bags.”

- vel had a giant ass rottweiler when they were in middle school that always scared the shit out of veneer, so that’s why he was so fucking scared of rhonda (velvet’s dog was really sweet tho 😢)

- ven coughs so hard from inhaling too much of vel’s perfume

- vel has a crippling fear of heights and veneer is the same with small spaces

- veneer is terrified of horror movies, and vel tells him to stop being a pussy (one jumpscare and you’ll see her clinging onto her brother)

- vel laughs her ass off every time her brother is mad because she can’t take his twink ass seriously

- these two turn into monsters when it comes to nintendo games (specifically mario kart)

- vel had the nintendo switch and ven had the nintendo lite

- they bought two so that they could have separate animal crossing islands, but ended up living on the same one anyways

- veneer loves the little clink that his shoes make

- never let either of them near cinnamon rolls. ever. (their asses will demolish entire buildings for that stuff)

i’ll probably add more to these later on, so watch out! i’m working on the requests, so watch out for those too!

#trolls band together #trolls 3 #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #veneer trolls #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanons #funny shit #dumb headcanons #random ass post #lesbian #lgbtq #gay

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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NSFW Alphabet: Joe Velasco

I’ve always wanted to do this, and I thought it would be fast and easy but boy was I wrong. I think I went a little overboard, but I enjoyed this, and I would do it again for other characters. WARNING: There is a small mention of SA

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Joe is an aftercare king. He has been touched starved most of his life and loves physical contact. He wants to stay in bed and hold you, caress your body, and kiss your skin until your heartrates even out and the sweat from your lovemaking cools. He will run his hands through your hair and whisper sweet words in your ear. You can tell how much he enjoyed the sex by the ratio of English to Spanish. He defaults back to his mother tongue the harder the climax hits which leaves him in a state of superior orgasmic high.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Joe’s favorite body part of his is his arms. He keeps himself in good shape for his job and is proud of the physical effects it has on his body. He likes knowing that he is strong and that if he needs to, he can protect you.

Joe’s love your body in its entirety. He makes that very clear to you many times over. If you ever had any body issues this man is the cure for them. That said he is definitely a thigh man. Any chance he gets his hands smooth over your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh and muscles there. He loves to slide between your thighs, kissing and sucking bruises into them. When he knows you’ll indulge him he will lay his head on your lap for hours while watching the football game or when he is exhausted from work, take a nap.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Joe isn’t really concerned with his own cum. He doesn’t have a breeding kink and he has always been rigidly careful with all his sexual partners, always using condoms. It took months into a steady relationship with you and the assurance of birth control to convince him to do it raw. You were shocked to find out that you were the first person he ever had sex without protection with.

He is, however, obsessed with your arousal. He wants to make sure you are completely soaked. He loves the taste and the feel of it dripping down his chin or thighs depending on the position.

D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Joe lost his virginity to a girl who was in the gang back in Jaurez that he helped when he was younger. He was only thirteen and the girl was nineteen. It was an awkward experience, and the girl was high on something. Joe doesn’t like to think about it and has never admitted that he hadn’t consented to it. All his friends thought it was so cool that he had been with an older girl, so he never made a big deal out of it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Joe has experience, mostly with hookups and one-night stands. He had a Casanova phase. The women were fast but warm. He learned a lot about women this way but towards the end, it just left him feeling emotionally empty.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Joe’s favorite position is missionary, mating press, or anything position that is face to face. Joe likes to kiss, and he is good with his tongue. He gets quite hypnotized watching your breast bounce. It gives him easy access to suck on your breast or slide his hands between your legs to play with your clit.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Joe is more passionate and serious in bed. But the longer you guys are together and the more intimate you get the more his humor shows. The pillow talk is where he gets more relaxed and jokes around.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Joe doesn’t do a full manscape, but he likes to keep his hair trimmed up. But if his life gets busy, he doesn’t think much about it. He is the type of guy that if you requested him to completely shave, would do his best to oblige you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Joe loves intimacy even if he doesn’t realize it. He likes making his partner feel good and like there is a connection. When he is in a stable relationship the intimacy from him doesn’t just double but triples. He wants to touch you, hold you, finger your hair, share eye contact, and most of all he wants you to know that he sees you and that you see him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Joe masturbates but not to an extreme. He would much rather wait until he has time to have sex with you. He usually only does it when he is trying to blow off steam or has had a stressful day. He will also take care of himself if he is horny, but you aren’t in the mood to have sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Joe has a praise kink and loves to dirty talk. He loves hearing the sounds from your lovemaking. The moans and groans you make, the smack of your bodies meeting, the squelching sounds of wet pussy as he thrusts into you good and hard. A bonus kink of Joe’s is thigh-high stockings, the man goes feral when you wear them. Be warned that you will probably be sporting finger-shaped bruises on your thighs for weeks after.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed or couch is the usual go-to for Joe. He likes the comfortability and versatility that they provide for positions and moving around. He has of course christened his entire place with you and has found various other preferences. He likes shower sex but gets tired of the water running cold before he is through with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Joe doesn’t need much reason to have sex. A big turn-on for him is when you initiate. There is just something about you wanting him and having no trouble showing it, that has all his blood heading south.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Joe is not willing to share. He will never be okay with having another person join in on your sex life.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Joe loves to give oral. If he could eat your pussy every day, he would. He is a pro at it and doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and you're trying to push him away from being overstimulated. Then he will take his time licking up his mess from your inner thighs.

Joe always enjoys a good blow job. You on your knees in front of him sucking his cock, tongue licking, spit lubricating the slide he could lose his damn mind. That being said, at the beginning of your relationship he would never ask for one. He had bad experiences with some of the women he was with not enjoying it, giving little to no effort, or complaining. It made it not worth it to him because he wanted to bring his partners pleasure and their obvious distaste for the act was a turnoff for him. He stopped asking and for a long time, none of his hookups offered so he went without. He was shocked and unbelievably turned on by how into you were. He still doesn’t like asking, and you offer often so he doesn’t have to, but he will on occasion now.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Joe is on both sides of his coin. He can be slow and passionate, especially during lazy morning sex. when the mood strikes making you feel every inch of his cock filling you. Whispering praises into your ear and caressing your skin. His default is on the rougher side. He will take you fast and rough, skin slapping against yours. He will take you, make you his, and leave some sort of love bite on your skin to remember him by.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While Joe would prefer to take his time, he enjoys quickies. Life is fast past and busy there is no way of getting around it if you want to steal some time for release in each other. He will also admit that the limited time and having to finish up and act like it never happened adds a sense of urgency and can make the experience hotter.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Joe is willing to take some risks. He likes to experiment and is willing to try pretty much anything you request. Working at SVU and what he has seen there are some lines he won’t cross.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Joe has a higher stamina. He can drag foreplay and sex out for hours. He will also go multiple rounds if you have the time and energy. The two of you tend to have 24-hour fuck-a-tons after he gets back from undercover assignments leaving you both sore and walking a bit funny for a few days afterward.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, Joe doesn’t have any toys. He doesn’t see the use for them but would probably use them on you if you asked. He’s more of a restraint guy, he would prefer to cuff or tie you up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the biggest tease. He will have you so worked up that you will be hating him as much as you love him. You will be shaking and begging him to just take you already. The payoff is more than worth it, the orgasm and the afterglow high are otherworldly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Joe is pretty vocal he will grunt and groan. He likes to talk dirty when he is taking you and gets off on the sounds you guys make when having sex. He can be quiet with the right motivation for doing the deed in more risqué spots.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

While Joe doesn’t smoke often anymore, he always has a spare pack of cigarettes in his house and in his motorcycle side bag. He only craves them when his stress level gets too high or when he has had a particularly rough round of sex that releases that stress. He doesn’t like anyone to know and goes to great lengths to cover it when he does. You had found out when he had lit one up while you were supposed to be showering but had come back in to urge Joe to join you.

He had been sitting on the bed, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers as he blew smoke out the window. His body was relaxed, and he seemed at peace at that moment. He had been embarrassed you had caught him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Joe is a shower, not a grower. He is a big boy with above average in size cock, about 6.5 to 7 inches long. He is girthy enough that there is a definite stretch when he first enters you but nothing overwhelming.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Joe has an above-average sex drive. He wants to have sex multiple times a week. He also goes through phases where he wants to spend days in the bedroom, inside of you. It does occasionally dip with bad cases at work or when his personal life feels out of control.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Joe tries to stay awake after, but he usually ends up falling asleep quickly. It’s hard for him not to when he is riding the high from his orgasm and your soft body is tucked into his. You can try to sneak out of bed to use the bathroom or grab a glass of water, but you will wake him. Joe is a light sleeper.

Another one is done! I have been loving writing again. I think I might branch out and do some other SVU characters too. I started rewatching season 13 and I forgot how much I loved Nick Amaro- I'm not ashamed to admit I have it bad for Latino men! So anyways I have a few ideas for him too. I love Barba and Carisi too, but I think I would struggle writing for them. If you want me to attempt just let me know along with any request.

#joe velasco #jose velasco #jose velasco x you #joe velasco x reader #jose velasco x reader #joe velasco x you #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu

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mykoreanlove · 6 months

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to you, lil' kookie

Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.

“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”

Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.

Joon patted his head softly while whispering.

“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.

“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”

In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.

Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.

Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.

Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.

Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.

Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.

And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.

Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.

“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”

Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.

“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.

Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

Dear little Kookie,

He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.

“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.

“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”

Dear little Kookie,

Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.

So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?

Are you as sad as me?

Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.

“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.

You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.

Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.

And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?

Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.

I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?

Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.

He took a deep breath before thinking about you.

Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.

I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.

But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.

I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.

Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.

“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”

Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“

“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”

He gulped harder, holding back tears.

“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”

Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.

“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”

Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.

Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.

Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?

He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.

“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”

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angelprinz · 2 years

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thinking about stepbro diluc raping his younger sister because he doesn’t want anyone else to be the one who gets to take away her virginity :( diluc can’t let his pretty girl have a bad first time! so ofc he decides that no one would be better for you than himself <33

when you confessed in that shy embarrassed tone that you were a virgin, untouched, after a few sips of champagne at your mother's wedding to diluc's father, you hadn't expected diluc to remember that little fact that slipped past your lips. you didn't even think he was serious, but the next time your step brother has invited you to try out his cocktails, it seems he has plans for your virginity.

dark content warning. minors do not interact.

word count: 1.5k | fem reader x diluc smut!

trigger warnings: rape kink, non-con, virginity loss, alcohol/aphrodisiacs, noncon drugging, stepcest, diluc-nii my luv <33333

diluc didn't mean to get you drunk. he had guessed your tolerance was low but fuck, do you look lewd with your cheeks flushed red and eyes dazed as you drink from the nearly empty flute of champagne. diluc can imagine how sweet your lips would taste, he choose the drinks of the night, and how easily he could take advantage of you, his new step sister. the strap of the tight dress you wore for the reception was dangerously dangling off your shoulder, showing off skin diluc desired to mark with his teeth and claim you by tainting it with his sticky load. how can he have the hots for his step sister and want to rape her drunk self so badly?

diluc knew it was immoral but your vulnerable state made him even harder as he gripped your face by the chin, your face slowly forming a face of confusion. "diluc-nii? what's wrong?"

he couldn't help how his formal slacks felt confining as he answered you with a strained voice. "do you know how dangerous it is for you to be drunk? somebody could seriously hurt you."

"hmmm? how? aren't i safe here with you diluc?" your slurred words only made diluc sigh, exasperated by your naivety.

"what if i wasn't here? someone could just rape you y'know?"

"o-oh! i wouldn't know, i'm a virgin." diluc gulped as you smiled drunkenly, a quiet giggle leaving you before you fell asleep right in diluc's palms, the alcohol finally overwhelming your system.

diluc cursed, the new information of your virginity and you asleep in his arms made it all too tempting. nobody else should ever have the privilege of taking his sweet trusting step sister's innocence, nobody but him. though diluc could simply undress you right now and defile you, he chose to wait. he'd make his stepsis feel so good that she simply couldn't ever want to find another. with that, diluc had lifted your body into his arms and carried you from the wedding reception back to your room, now that you'd permanently live in his mansion as part of his family.

when you awoke the next day, all cleaned up and comfily tucked in bed you knew diluc had taken care of you! you felt so safe with your new stepbrother, he was the older brother you've always wanted. how could you ever suspect him for having other intentions with you?

so when diluc invites you to taste test his creations that night, you're delighted that your stepbrother wants you to spend time with him! helping him with his job meant you were useful to him and you eagerly accepted his offer not knowing how the night would end up.

"come sit here." diluc patted his lap and pointed towards the line-up of his latest concoctions. "i need to observe your reactions to gauge which one is most to your liking." though his ruse would be seen through by anyone who had any idea about wine tasting yet you didn't defy him, reasoning that diluc was clearly the expert between the two of you!

sat upon diluc's thighs, you reached over for a glass containing bubbling liquid*, entranced by it's vibrant colouring. "what's in this one? it looks like a rainbow!"

"a paradise cocktail. it's a mix of juices, brandy and a special ingredient. i'm sure you'll like it." diluc smiled to himself, glad he'd spiked each and every drink with copious amounts of alcohol and aphrodisiac, designed to make your first time further heightened. the moment you take your first sip, he'll count down the seconds until you're needy underneath him.

your alcohol tolerance was already known to not be the strongest, so you're pleasantly surprised when you can down the whole glass easily, the refreshing taste making you feel pleasant and relaxed on top of diluc. "ah, i think i like your drinks the best diluc, i couldn't help finishing it!"

"really? you enjoyed it? why not have another one, i have a whole table top of drinks made just for you." though the first drink tasted wonderful, you could feel the alcohol being to make your head buzz and skin heat up. "oh, i don't know, i think 'm already getting tipsy."

unlucky for you, you being drunk was exactly what diluc wanted tonight. getting tipsy was only the beginning of the sensations you felt, the warmth spreading through your body and making your cunt suddenly wet. what was going on? your mind felt fuzzier than usual and diluc cupped your cheek, his expression looking concerned.

"already? you don't look so well little one."

"hahh, it feels strange, especially down there." your stuttered words caught diluc's attention immediately, a satisfied smirk forming on his face as your step brother leaned forward to kiss your lips. diluc couldn't help it, he had waited all night and finally everything was falling into place. you felt unusually sluggish and couldn't push diluc off, only whimpering under his forceful kiss with confusion.

"what's going on-"

"i'm making you feel better pretty girl. don't you trust your brother hm?"

with a swift movement, diluc's removing your clothes and pinning you against the table. "been thinking of you all day, can't believe such a precious doll like you still hasn't been held. but i'll change that for you baby, i'll make you feel so fucking good."

"no, this is wrong uh, diluc please!" your pleas are stopped by the way diluc spreads your soaked folds, fingers sliding into your wet cunt and curling inwards to loosen your most initimate parts for what's to come.

"it's not wrong at all if it feels so right. your pussy is so tight, such a cute little virgin that will feel perfect wrapped around my cock. there's no need to beg, i'll fuck you right after i make your pretty hole ready."

diluc plunges his fingers deeper into your leaking cunt, thumb rubbing on your sensitive clit and forces your mouth to take his tongue, exploring both your holes with aggressive touches.

when diluc parts from your lips, a string of spit connects your mouths and his face softens at the dazed look on your face from being fingered by diluc's rough hands. his hand is holding your cheek again, vermillion eyes staring into yours as his fingers brush up against that spongy spot inside your pussy.

"nnh- something's ah, coming out diluc, stop please!" ignorning your begging, diluc's fingers stroke insistently on your dripping clit and rub against that bundle of nerves until you cum, gushing wet around his hands with a weak cry.

you sniffle against the marbled table top, body exhausted from orgasm and the influence of alcohol within you but diluc's not done. your step brother has barely begun, his pants pooling at his feet as he strokes his erection, slapping the tip against your pussy lips with a groan.

"shit, gonna deflower you. gonna cum right in this virgin pussy and breed it full." diluc moaned as he slid his cock into your trembling walls, cursing at how you clamped down on him like a vice, it felt almost too much, like his seed was going to spill over any moment and flood your pussy but diluc wouldn't want to let go of this moment. taking his cute drunk step sis's first time shouldn't end so quickly, after all, he was taking your virginity. diluc wanted to make you feel good too, just like the euphoria he felt burying his cock deep into your cunt until the hilt was against your clit.

the view of you splayed beneath him and stomach bulging from how deep his length reached made diluc lose any little control he had left, rutting desperately into your fluttering walls, groping your chest with each thrust, opening up your untouched walls to accommodate him and carve your insides in his shape.

the pressure of your stepbrother's cock fucking into your overstimulated cunt had you creaming around him after a few thrusts, completely unused to having your pussy split open by a cock much less one as large as diluc's. at this point, you were nothing but a fleshlight for diluc to fuck into, laying there to take the brutal pounding from diluc's cock. the stamina of your older brother seemed endless, you knew how long he could go for during training, now that energy was being spent on ravaging your pussy until you feel diluc still with a particularly forceful snap of his hips before leaning in close, caging your body in with his.

then you felt it, the twitching of diluc's cock inside you as it began pumping in his cum. you could feel the liquid filling you up inside until it leaked, flowing down your thighs as diluc pulled out to watch how your cunt dripped. "what a good girl, taking my load so well on your first time. you better not fall asleep on me, we've still got all night and all these drinks to finish."

*i'm aware that not all alcohol is effervescent. however when someone dissolves a sort of tablet (date rape drugs), they often form bubbles and fizz as they dissolve. just a fun fact. a/n: forgive me for any mistakes. lil woozy from all this nic.

#diluc <3 #tw. dark content #tw. rape #tw. incest #genshin dark fic

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rachel-archer · 3 months

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'cause karma is my boyfriend

Returning at Royal Rumble had been the goal, the dream, the only thing that made sense. Liv had been more than happy to show up and show out, with her new cry about it gimmick in full swing. She’d had an absolute banger of a showing, if she was honest - and being number thirty had been nice enough that she could skirt most of the stars she didn’t want to see or interact with. Namely Rhea Fucking Ripley.

Old wounds were a bitch to heal.

She’d been Rhea’s once, now Dominik Mysterio stood in her place - and honestly if Liv hadn’t worked with Raquel for months (both in the ring and on her own self-worth following Rhea breaking her like a fucking cracker and sprinkling her crumbs on the ground to grind her combat boots on to-) she would probably harbor some levels of hatred for the younger SuperStar. Instead she was worried about him, genuinely worried about him. She’d kept up with the backstage gossip while she’d been away healing, and had kept up with the storylines (both real and kayfabe) while she was out. Making sure that she was up to date for her impending return.

And what had she noticed?

Just how fucked up the Rhea&Dom situation was.

The double standard of it all left Liv livid on Dom’s behalf. Countless times Rhea left him literally out to dry, or the other members of the Judgment Day had seemingly ‘forgotten’ about him in the hustle and bustle of attempting to win gold - and it had only gotten worse once they won gold. Dominik’s own belt was a cautionary story, and Rhea had issued an ultimatum (which had left another sour taste in Liv’s mouth, a hark back to another, “We win tonight or I swear to god, Gionna, you are going to regret it….”, and it had all been too much).

Then Dom was expected to paint a smile on his otherwise adorable face and parade around with his stablemates like he wasn’t the butt of some long-running joke that didn’t have a punchline. All of it grated on Liv - but she had no way to get to the boy, she’d talked with Seth and Becky, hell she’d even reached out to Corbin when she saw that the pair were chummy on NXT, but there was a wall according to them all, a Rhea-shaped wall that seemed to paint a shadow over all his interactions with anyone outside the Judgment Day.

So, Liv resigned herself to watching him from the sidelines, careful not to be caught.

Which was why, accidentally, she found herself hiding in the locker room (loosely termed, it was more like a office room, but whatever) beside the Judgment Day’s, hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet, as she pressed her ear to the wall and listened. The men’s Royal Rumble had just finished up, and all the Judgment Day men (R-Truth included) had made it back to have Rhea assess them. “...I mean you did at least cover for the fact that Brock wasn’t out there, but why were you in the corner so much, Dom Dom?”

Liv bit her lip - so Rhea did the sticky sweet accusatory tone with him, too. “Jey was hurt.” Dom defended, “He tweaked his arm, and I was checking on him-”

“For half you're time out there?” Damian’s voice sounded sharp, angry, pointed.

“I…” Dom seemed resigned, “I hit all my marks.” Is what he settled on, “I did everything I was scripted to do, everything I was supposed to do, I…” He trailed off, “What should I have done?”

There was a long beat of silence, “Well if you don’t know, then I guess it doesn’t matter.” Rhea’s tone was cutting. Liv heard the locker room door slam a couple times, she felt tears on her lashes for Dom, and for a memory of herself hearing those same words.

“Dom.” It was Finn’s voice, he sounded worried, “Don’t, ah, fuck, ‘mere kid.” There was shuffling then a soft hum and, “Don’t let them ruin your night, you were good out there, kid, so good.” Finn sounded soft, “Honest, you were in the longest of all of us, and you did good - checkin’ in on Jey and the others when they looked like they were hurt for real, got the makin’s of a legend in those bones, buddy.” There was a sniffle, “Rhea’s only hard on you because she cares, and Damian’s all tangled up in that briefcase right now, JD isn’t sure where he fits, and Truth, well he doesn’t know what planet he is on most of the time…”

“I just wanna make her proud, Finn.” Dom sounded wrecked, and it made Liv shake with anger she couldn’t place. Rhea had no right to break apart a perfectly good boy, shake him down to his core, and mold him into a fragile little bird. Dominik Mysterio used to have a bite that matched his bark, he used to push himself, he used to grate on the nerves of older SuperStars just to get a shot at something more.

“Dom, baby.” Finn sounded resigned, too, Liv realized, “Sometimes it’s not about making her proud, but making yourself proud. I’m proud of you every time we go out there.” Finn promised, “I’m going to keep being proud of you, even when the stable breaks up, even when I’m not tag team champions with Damian, even when we are on opposing sides, because Dominik… you’ve grown so much in the last year. You're more than you think, sweetheart.”

Dom let out a whine, “Thank you.”

“Clean your face up, lad, I’m going to go meet the others, you come join us when you're ready for our pap walk to the car.” The door to the locker room slammed again, Liv thought about going to Dom then and there, but changed her mind, there were too many risk involved, too many people who might see her - she jumped as her phone chimed (internally she cursed herself for not cutting the volume off), it was Becky asking her where she was - they had plans. Liv waited until she heard the door to the room next to her slam again before she snuck out, only the retreating silhouette of Dom ahead of her.

Finding Becky, Seth, and Bayley Liv settled into step with them. “Where have you been?” Seth asked, as he tossed one arm around Becky and the other around Liv, “Stalking someone?”

“No, yes, sort of?” She ventured, a pout on her lips.

Bayley blinked, “What are we doing?”

Becky snickered, “Liv is worried about the wee Mysterio.”

“That is one hundred percent not allowed.” Bayley objected, “Like beyond not allowed, like so not allowed that he’s practically wrapped in NDAs and government levels of red tape, Livvy, there is no way, no way, you should be anywhere near him.” She lowered her voice, “You were practically destroyed last time you even… last time she caught you alone, when Raquel first went out.” Liv rolled her eyes, Bayley was one of her longest friends, “Don’t do that, you can’t… you can’t save him, Liv, just like we couldn’t save you, you have to let him figure it out.” Bayley asserted.

Seth snorted, “He’s a good boy, misguided right now, but good. He’ll figure it out.” Becky looked at Liv, the pair quietly agreeing that Dominik Mysterio was a good boy but would not figure it out on his own, “Come on, let’s get that steak we talked about, I want Roux!”

“Well it feels like ages since I’ve seen the cutest little nepo baby in the world!” Liv agreed, giggling. Becky shoved at her around Seth, who chuckled gleefully, even as Bayley caught Liv’s free arm and pressed closer to her side. “How are things with Damage Control?” Liv asked, “I can never get a read on Dakota.”

“Oh, uh, me either.” Bayley admitted, “Pretty sure they are going to throw me out sooner rather than later.”

Liv snorted, as they finally pushed out into the chilly air, ahead of them Dom was trailing along behind JD and Finn, clearly Rhea had left already (and with her Damian), Liv scanned the parking lot but couldn’t see Truth anywhere, so she sort of hovered closer to Bayley, eyes watching across the parking lot as Finn and JD both bundled Dominik up into a hug before they were hustling him - obviously still crying - into the rental they had.

Seth frowned, “Maybe he does need help.”

“Oh, for fucks sake.” Bayley hissed, “We… we aren’t really, this seems risky, like Rhea is on the cover of…”

Becky elbowed her, hard, “The lad needs a hand, Bayley.”

Bayley looked heavenward, “And what do you propose?”

Liv was silent for a moment, “I’m not sure, but I bet tomorrow is going to be a bitch.”

“Oh, shit, are you back back?” Seth asked her, “Like on the road?”

“I will be, soon.” Liv assured him, “Have to do some wellness checks and get through the legal stuff in Florida.”

-/-

Monday Night RAW had been a rollercoaster, Liv wasn’t cleared enough to be on the show, per say, but she had been backstage. Liv had giggled for Dom when he, JD, Damian and Finn finally attacked R-Truth, only to have the Miz intervene, she honestly thought the boy was going to make it through the night without Dominik getting any sort of underhanded comment from Rhea in regards to Dom - then Rhea had to fuck around and find out with Nia.

Of fucking course Rhea got her ass beat by Nia, Liv was shaking with anger - when she heard the start of an argument backstage, “Where the fuck were you?” Rhea’s voice was almost shrill as it sounded, Liv immediately ducked to avoid being seen, “I just got… Do you not even care about me?” Rhea was posing questions that Dominik either didn’t have an answer for, or wasn’t being nearly as loud in response. “I always come to help you! I’ve never let you look like that big of a fucking idiot, WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU ALL?”

Dom quietly offered, “No one was with me when I lost my belt…”

Liv felt her fist tighten, nails digging into her palm, “I WASN’T IN THE COUNTRY!” Rhea shouted, and really, that was enough to make Liv’s eyes burn, her heart in her throat.

“Mami, please-” Dom suddenly sounded winded, and Liv had a good idea why. Rhea was a lot of things, she was harsh in her love, and had no problem being more physical - Liv had been on the receiving end of displeasure a couple of times before they’d even started to split. Liv ducked quickly, hiding more, as Rhea slammed by, her bag over her shoulder, trialed quickly by Damian.

“Dom, kid, I’m sorry.” Finn sounded desperate, “JD and I have to fly out, or I’d…”

“No, no, it’s… it’s ok, I’m ok.” There was a sniffle there, then Liv watched Finn and JD disappear down the hallway opposite the way Rhea and Damian had disappeared. Liv looked heavenward, sent a quick text to Bayley that read something along the lines of tempting fate, playing with fire, then shot into the locker room the other four had just vacated. She locked the door quickly, seizing the opportunity to be alone with Dom.

At first Liv couldn’t see Dom, the locker room was admittedly wrecked. Most of the ‘staged’ furniture had been shoved around, Dom’s clothing had been tossed around all over the place (or at least Liv assumed it was Dom’s clothing), and in the far corner, curled up with his head on his knees and shoulders quaking, looking as small as he possibly could was Dominik Mysterio. He didn’t even flinch when she entered, didn’t look up as she made her way across the room, just let out a weak little, “Finn, that you?”

“Not exactly.” Liv offered, which had him jerking up hard enough his head hit the wall, his eyes were huge.

“You shouldn’t be here.” Dom said very seriously.

Liv sighed, “Probably not, you're right.” She agreed, but then sat down a few inches from him, “Look-”

“No.” Dom shook his head, “She’s my mami now, she loves me-”

“Love isn’t an excuse for her to hurt you, for her to be intentionally mean to you, or for her to withhold love and kindness, and basic human rights.” Liv assured him, “I’m not here to like… bad mouth her or anything. I know what it’s like to be loved by Rhea, to be the center of her universe, to hold all her attention. I just, I know how hard it can be to-” Her speech was interrupted by Dom’s phone sounding off, her’s vibrated in her pocket. The pair both looked at their phones - Rhea had thrown Dominik’s own words back at him on X (formerly Twitter).

Dom’s shoulders hunched downward, as he put his phone face down on the floor.

Liv tucked her own phone back into her hoodie pocket, then cleared her throat, “I’m here, if you want to talk.”

Dom was silent for a few moments, “Could you maybe just hug me?” Dom asked, softly, “I don’t get hugs when I…” He trailed off, “If I’m not good enough out there.” He added, a little sheepishly. Liv scooted forward, and opened her arms, Dominik dropped against her, letting his head fall onto Liv’s shoulder, sniffling as he did so. “I… I thought you were lucky, when you were Rhea’s.” Dom offered, quietly, “I thought you were the luckiest girl in the world.”

“I thought that about Nikki and Raquel, too.” Liv offered, softly. Liv rubbed his shoulders, and petted at his mullet, trying to comfort him, “I know you care about her, a lot.” She added, sweetly, “I just… I’m here if you need me, or if you want a friend outside of Rhea and the Judgment Day. I mean, I’m not scared of her.”

Dom let out a dark chuckle, but wiggled closer to Liv, his head curled against her shoulder, arms around her loosely, as she cradled her head. They stayed like that for long enough that Bayley and Becky had both called Liv four times each, it was Seth who found them, hand knocking hard against the door. Liv untangled Dom, and opened the door, Seth raised his eyebrow, but took Dom’s tear streaked face in, before sighing, “How about you come back to the bus with us, Dom.” Set offered, “Roux is being a handful and I’ve got it on good authority that you are amazing with kids.”

Dom bobbed his head, slowly. Seth and Liv helped him pack up his stuff and put the room back right. Seth led the pair to the bus where Becky, Bayley, Charlotte, and Andrade. Dom started to back off, redirect himself but Becky caught his wrist, “Come in, lad! We’ve got chinese, but got some chicken tenders for you and Roux.”

Dom blushed but nodded, and let himself be corralled onto the travel bus, he was quickly hugged by Andrade, then Charlotte, then Becky, and Bayley, and finally he was allowed to sit with Roux. Liv watched him through the meal, he was quiet and downtrodden, but mostly he just looked like he wanted to disappear - everyone tried to pull him into conversation, but the only one other than Liv half-way successful was Andrade and they spoke mostly in stilted-silence.

His phone ringing had Dom scurrying away from them and out of the travel trailer, one chicken tender in hand and half an apology on his lips. “Ok.” Bayley observed, “I see what you mean.” She looked pointedly at Liv, “Something is wrong there.”

Charlotte and Becky shared a look, while Seth frowned down at his plate, “I’m not sure we should meddle in this, we’ve tried in the past… Nikki, Raquel, Tegan, you…”

Becky frowned, “Its hard to love someone when you don’t love yourself proper.”

Andrade huffed, “Mysterio needs more than women worrying about him.”

Charlotte eyed him, “What do you think we do?”

“We do nothing,” The man offered, “He has to show her his anger, until then nothing we do matters.”

That answer was not satisfactory for Liv, she leaned back in her seat, and frowned. If she couldn’t get through to Dominik, if she couldn’t make him understand his anger was valid and needed to be expressed, maybe the only voice of reason the Judgment Day seemed to have could help. Finn Balor owed her, after all, he’d betrayed her to be part of the Judgment Day’s stable in the first place. Admittedly she’d been planning to hold onto that favor for a bit, but this seemed more important.

-/-

TikTok was fun to slide through when she was otherwise bored. Hanging around NXT was always iffy, in Liv’s current opinion, but tonight she had wellness checks and physicals to get through, not to mention her legitimate legal team and her trainer worked out of the performance center, so… she was sort of tiered to the building until she was green-lit to move forward with her plans. It was on TikTok, a repost from Insta, that she found a video of Rhea, Dom, and JD obviously recorded at RAW the night before.

Dom spilled water on the video, called out for Rhea, she ripped JD’s shirt, and used it to clean Dom off.

Liv wondered idly if that was before Rhea got her ass mauled by Nia Jax?

Probably after. They all looked pretty happy in the video (except JD who looked so over being victimized by Rhea it wasn’t funny, which temporarily sent Liv on a Mean Girls side trip about how Rhea and Regina George would have probably gotten on like a house fire). Liv watched the video a few more times, contemplating. She wasn’t going to involve Rey Mysterio - the man thought his son was a lost cause, both in real life and kayfabe currently. She was limited in the people she immediately trusted, and didn’t need word getting back to Rhea, who could and would make her life a literal hell.

“Finn!” She said aloud, making Lyra look at her bothered, as the girl walked past her, “Nothing!” Liv promised, waving her off, Lyra had some sort of weird girlfriend problem, which Liv thought was hilarious, above her Roxanne’s music blared to life, Liv exited out of TikTok, and pulled up her messages (she had Finn saved as Irish Demon, don’t ask questions), she sent him a quick text.

To: Irish Demon - > Hello Fergal I need to talk to you, in private, in person.

From: Irish Demon - > To what do I owe this random texting bout, Gio.

To: Irish Demon - > Maybe I miss your weird ass.

From: Irish Demon - > I have me doubts, luv

To: Irish Demon - > Are you in Florida still?

From: Irish Demon - > Maybe

To: Irish Demon - > If you are want to grab a quick bite to eat, need to talk to you for real.

From: Irish Demon - > The Glass Knife, nine o’clock?

To: Irish Demon - > Ok, come alone, Fergal.

From: Irish Demon - > Color me intrigued Jersey!

It wasn’t until she put her phone away that she realized she’d essentially asked Finn on a super secret date, and demanded him to come alone (and in theory not tell his stablemates that he was sneaking out). “Oops.” She hummed to herself, then shrugged her shoulders. It was for the best, really, Dominik needed something - and Liv was starting to think maybe she could be the something, or at least the path to the something. Shaking the thought from her head, she watched Elektra walk past her, she gave her a bit of a wave, the other woman ignored her, and continued walking away. “Rude.”

“Do you always talk to yourself?” Ava Raine asked, Liv yelped as she turned to look at the youngest General Manager. “Shawn asked me to come get you for your health readings.” Ava added, a smile playing on her lips, “And I think it’s super cool that you talk to yourself, I do that and people make fun of me.”

Liv hopped off the crate she was sitting on, “Uh, I normally only talk to myself when my head is super loud.”

Ava grinned, “It helps you organize your thoughts, right?” Liv nodded, and let the younger woman link their arms together, “I’m so excited you're back, you're one of my favorites! I love watching you work, all that stuff you did with Rhea - I got goosebumps! She was practically my big sister when she was still down here in NXT with us peasants.” Ava offered, “Her work with Dom is so good…” And that was the point that Liv stopped listening, letting Ava ramble on endlessly about how ‘amazing’ Rhea was.

Shawn didn’t clear her but he didn’t bar her from traveling either, just cautioned her to continue checking in with her lawyers and abiding by Florida state laws. Her follow up appointment for wellness was pretty quick, in no time she was sliding out the door, putting distance between herself and the Performance Center. She called for a driver to take her to The Glass Knife.

Finn was already there, dressed like a normal member of society in a pink shirt and jeans, he had a beanie on and looked like he was doing his best to hide from cameras, “I already ordered us drinks, love.” Finn called to her as she slid into the booth across from him. “You still like the vanilla Affogato, yes?”

“Yes, thank you.” Liv took her seat, “What did you order?”

Finn shrugged, “Water.”

“Weirdo.” Liv murmured, “Do you ever do anything normal?”

“Should ask you the same thing, Gio.” Finn mused, “Check the menu, gotta order soonish.” Even as he said it, their waitress was quickly approaching so Liv ordered a Roasted Turkey Club Sandwich and two Chocolate Onyx Pastries. Finn patiently waited, then ordered Avocado & Egg Toast and added an order of Chocolate Raspberry Tarts. “Got a sweet spot for chocolate.” Finn murmured, as Liv raised an eyebrow at him. “You like it too, ordered two massive chocolates.”

Liv blew out a raspberry, annoyed, then, “I want to talk about Dom.”

“Thought that might be it.” Finn murmured, “You forgot, love, that Bayley and I are best friends.”

“I didn’t forget, I just figured since she thought I was signing my death warrant that she wouldn’t bring it up.”

Finn snorted a laugh, “The writing is on the wall, we won’t make it past Mania as a stable, there are too many unstable parts. I… I don’t know where Dom shakes out, I know he wants to have a promo with Rhea, soon, one where he can ask her about her… recent behaviors.”

Liv raised an eyebrow, “Tell me more.”

“He’s gone to Trips about it, and thinks that if he can do it backstage, it might not be the hardest thing to do. Apparently he has a new friend who told him that just because someone says they love him in any capacity that person isn’t allowed a free pass for bad behaviors or near-cheating episodes.” Finn was regarding her carefully, “Sounds familiar, since I’m pretty sure myself and AJ told you something along those lines once before.”

Liv rolled her shoulders, “It stuck, yeah?” She ventured, “Now I know… being the center of Rhea’s attention its fucking addicting, the way she can look at you, and it feels like you are honestly the only thing she sees, but there is a flip to that-”

“Where being the only thing Rhea sees means she picks and pokes at your soft underbelly in a way that is borderline abusive?” Finn mused, “She doesn’t mean to be harsh, I don’t think.”

Liv barked out a laugh, “You’ve obviously never been in her bed.”

Finn was silent for a moment, “Gio, what is it that you want to accomplish with this?”

“I want him to know I’m here for him, but to do that, he needs to be able to take plausible breaks, if or when he wants to escape, Fergal I want you to help him.” Liv gave him a pointed look, “I know the pressure of being Rhea’s, know how isolating the whole thing is, I know what it’s going to be like on the other side when he’s coming out of this. I just want you to let him know he’s safe with you, safe enough that if he needs to tap and come to me, that you’ll help him.”

“The stable might be in trouble, Gio, but we aren’t dead yet.”

“I’m not asking you to betray anyone.” Liv countered.

Finn huffed, “You are asking an awful lot, Rhea is our leader.”

“She’s a shit leader.” Liv snapped back, irritated, the waitress had returned and dropped off their food.

Finn shoved half of his first tart into his mouth and chewed violently, before, “Alright, love, I’ll help.”

-/-

“Are you insane!” Bayley caught her arm and yanked her into a closet at the arena for Monday Night RAW, pushing her hard against the far wall, “Are you literally insane?” Bayley added, “I told you to stay away from him - he is like NDAs and red tape had a baby, so you went over me and went to Finn?”

Liv blinked, “What is happening?”

“It’s called an intervention, keep up.” Bayley hissed, “You shouldn’t have went to Finn.”

Liv sighed darkly, “I asked him for a little bit of leeway, Bayley, not to give me Dom on a silver platter.”

Bayley sputtered for a moment, “You actually are insane, Liv this has gone past you protecting him.”

“What, no-” Liv started.

“No it fucking has!” Bayley sassed back, “You want him, and not to protect him. Jesus, are you kidding me? Liv, this is… this is insane!” Bayley nearly shouted.

Liv narrowed her eyes, “Do you know a word other than insane?” She paused, then, “Ok, so maybe I want to be more than friends with Dom, but that’s on the back burner here, like… I just think we could be a good couple, both of us having survived… uh, let’s call it a stent in the school of Rhea’s affection.” Bayley gapped at her, “Its not insane, I have a teeny, tiny, very small, nearly invisible crush… I want to protect him.”

Bayley let out an aggravated snarl, “Insanity is not the only word I know, let’s see, deranged, lunacy, neurotic, mad, manic, psychotic, potentially suicidal…” Rolling her eyes, Liv pushed around her and shoved out the door, nearly falling on her face as she shoved around Bayley, and made her way down the hallway, “INSANITY!” Bayley shouted after her, loudly.

Liv flipped her off over her shoulder, and hustled down the hallway, and promptly collided with a solid mass.

“Oft.” Dom caught her before she toppled backwards, “You ok, Liv?” Dom asked, sweetly.

Liv looked at him - really looked at him - he looked tired, he looked like he had been crying recently, his skin was a bit washed out which made her sad, and he looked like he was thinner than the previous week. “Uh, I am now.” She looked up at him, momentarily marveling over their height difference (she was a stunning five foot three of insanity, while Dom was six foot one), “Hey, are you ok?” She asked, softly.

Dom frowned, “I’m struggling with this promo I want to do tonight.” He admitted, sheepishly.

“Maybe I can help?” Liv suggested, eagerly.

Dom looked at her, head cocked, adorably, “Uhm, ok?”

“Where do you want to work on it?” Liv asked, curiously.

Dom bit his lip, “I would normally do it in the Judgment Day Clubhouse…” Liv hummed, how long had they been calling it a clubhouse, she decided that wasn’t important, not when Dominik was looking so adorable and sad and obviously needed to be aggressively cuddled by her, “Uhm, think we can find an empty office or something?”

“Or something.” Liv agreed, “I know just the place.” She backtracked to the closet that Bayley had shoved her in earlier, opened the door and waited for Dom to step in, she followed, shutting the door behind them, and sitting down on the floor. After a second of confusion, Dominik joined them, sitting down across from her, their knees pressed together. “Ok, what are you working on?”

Dom bit his bottom lip, “I want to cut a promo about uh, about the thing that Rhea did.”

“Ok, babe gonna need you to be more specific.” Liv suggested.

Dom looked heavenward, “She used my own soundbite against me, when I lost the title and no one was there to support me. She put it on X, she made it a thing, fans are ripping me apart… are ripping the men of Judgment Day apart, and… and like, she’s always flirting with Jey Uso, Drew McIntyer, hell anyone she wants to, but if I did that the Universe would dissect me. There was no way for me to go out there and help her with Nia, it’s a bad form for us men to hit women, yeah I took a bump or ten with Beth Phoenix, but that was practiced, that was something both of us were comfortable with. Nia likes taking men and women alike out, but I’ve never actually worked with her, and like Damian and them weren’t rushing out there to help her either, but somehow I’m the only one in the doghouse, and-”

Liv covered his mouth with her hand, it required her to nearly climb into his lap to do so, but he flushed pink and stopped talking altogether, as she gazed at him.“Ok, let’s… let’s start with a list.” Liv released his mouth, but didn’t back out of his space.

“I’m such an asshole, she was your girlfriend before mine and I’m asking you for help-”

“It’s no big deal.” Liv lied through her teeth, it was a big deal - but she was thankfully far enough removed from her own broken heart that she could separate her messy feelings from Dom’s current very real, very valid, very loud feelings. “Honestly, just, let’s make a list and organize your thoughts.”

-/-

Liv bit her bottom lip as she watched the viewing screen. Dom’s promo was coming up at the top of the third hour, he had been anxious and worried as they wrapped up his actual speech, but she was confident in his abilities (and overjoyed that he’d given her his cell phone number, so she could send him a text, and he would have her number - for talking he’d stressed, but Liv could sense a change in him).

The framing was awkward at best. There was no purple lighting behind Dom this time, only a soft yellowed hue, he wasn’t wearing his Judgment Day gear, instead he was in his hoodie and jeans, clearly ready to leave and quickly. His hair was smoothed down, and his eyes were wet with unshed tears. “I uh, I want to address the WWE Universe, The Judgement Day and my Mami.” Dom said evenly.

Liv tugged on the hem of her shirt, watching him as he licked his lips, “First, I want to say that I have always wanted to be by Rhea’s side, sometimes Mami doesn’t want me to go out to the ring with her, and I’ve always respected that, because out of all of us, she’s the one who has her shit together.” Dom exhaled, “Last Monday my Mami confronted Nia Jax, and it didn’t go favorably. There has been a lot of… rumbling about why myself, and the other Judgment Day boys didn’t rush out there to help her or save her. I can’t speak for the rest of the boys, but… I didn’t want to have a repeat of when I went against Beth Phoenix, Mami can’t focus on herself when she has to be worried about me, and I know I’ve made a lot of messes lately.”

Liv’s heart broke a little as he took a deep sigh, “Both the times I lost my belt, I was alone. The first time Mami had asked Damian and Finn to accompany me to NXT, and for reasons I don’t know they chose not to follow me. The second time I’m not sure what happened, but I did say something when I was upset, on camera I called out my stable, demanding to know where they were. I know Mami was out of the country and she wasn't the ‘leader’ when it happened, so I’m not upset with her, in fact I’m not upset with Damian, Finn, or anyone for that.” Dom let out a nervous laugh, “I’m not even… I think I’m more… I’m hurt.”

Liv looked sidelong at Finn who had stepped into gorilla ahead of a match he and Damian had, his eyes were glued to the screen, “I’m hurt because I do everything for Mami, everything I can, anything she asks of me, and I never complain, because of how much she means to me, but… in the past, she’s, she’s, she flirted with Jey Uso around Fastlane even when it was clear he didn’t want to join the Judgment Day, she flirted with Drew McIntire, she… I understand that flirting is a way to get what Mami wants for the betterment of Judgment Day, but I… I’m not allowed to do that, I can’t flirt with boys or girls to get them to join our stable, if I so much as mention talking to someone else…” He paused, and inhaled, recentering himself, “I take it back, I’m pissed.”

Liv snorted under her breath, “I’m pissed because everything I do isn’t good enough, and the woman I love, my Mami, doesn’t love me enough not to flirt with men who by all standards in this industry are more attractive than me RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE. Mami treats me like I’m her king when it’s convenient, for TikToks and other things where eyes are around, but I’m not, I’m some sort of joke, but everyone forgot the punchline.” He snarled, and Liv recoiled a bit, she hadn’t meant for him to use that, “I’d say that ends now, but we all know Mami knows best and she’s always on top, so… I’m pissed and I’m hurt, and I just want…” He faltered, “I want SOMEONE to look at me like I deserve to be put first, just once.”

With that he flung the microphone and stalked off. Finn let out an exhale, Damian hadn’t joined them yet, so he stepped forward and whispered, “I think Liv you’ve started a war.”

“I swear that was not my intention.” Liv deflated a little bit as Damian shoved into the room.

“Did you see what Dom-” He stopped short, then eyed Finn and Liv, “This is your fault.” He pointed at Liv.

“I didn’t do anything.” Liv defended, “Rhea’s the one flirting with everyone except Dominik!”

“Stay away from him, Jersey.” Damian warned, “Rhea is going to destroy you for touching her toy.”

“He isn’t a toy!” Liv growled, “He’s a human with feelings and emotions-” Liv stopped speaking as Rhea pushed into Gorilla, trialed by JD who looked a bit concerned. Liv steeled herself, narrowed her gaze at Rhea, “You deserve to be made responsible for the way you make other people feel. Dominik Mysterio is a human with feelings and emotions, not some toy you can play with when you feel like it and ignore when it please you.”

Rhea snarled, “Stay away from him, or I’ll put you on the shelf with another injury.”

Liv didn’t back down, “Maybe you should remember who you are talking to, sweetheart. I know all you're tells, and what he said, it got to you, because it’s true. And you are so scared, so fucking scared, of you're fans finding out what you can be like, when the cameras are off.”

Rhea caught her by the front of her shirt and slammed her into a nearby wall, “I said what I said.”

“I’m not scared of you.” Liv snarled back, “I deserve better than you, Nikki deserved better than you and she found it, Raquel deserved better than you and she found it, Tegan deserved better than you and she found it, verdict is out on you and Action Jackson he’s sort of a piece of shit, but bottom line? Dominik deserves so much better than you.”

At that, mercifully, Bayley and Becky pushed into Gorilla as the music for the Judgment Day sounded. Rhea released Liv, snarled at the other two, and trailed out with Damian and Finn, JD offered Liv his fist, she bumped her knuckles to his and he sort of smiled at her, before he too ducked out of gorilla. “Insanity.” Bayley hissed, loudly, at Liv, before she caught her by her wrist and yanked her out of gorilla, with Becky bringing up the rear.

-/-

The hotel after was a bit of a ghost town, but Liv still managed to find him from his vague text message of ‘alone’, she’d had to convince the hotel manager to release his room number to her, and give her a key card to get into his room. Arms loaded down with ice cream, a six pack of water, flavor packs for the water, pizza, swissmiss to make hot chocolate with, all the chocolate she could find at the 7/11 and a whole bottle of ranch she made her way to his room. She knocked on the door with her elbow, then froze when the door next to his room opened.

Finn emerged, eyeing her, “I’m going to distract Rhea for the next eight hours roughly. She, Damian, JD, Truth and I are going out on the town. Do whatever this mess is then, disappear until we break up, or I swear to god, Liv I will find a way to make this more difficult than you can imagine.”

“Fair enough.” Liv growled, then managed to dig the ready-made key card out, and swipe it through the reader. She slid in, balancing all her provisions. Dom was in the center of the bed, in a puddle of blankets and tissues. “Hey, Dom.” She breathed out as she started to settle the food down, “What can I do?”

“Can we just binge on food and maybe cuddle?” Dom whispered, she nodded and set about diving up the food and using the microwave to make the hot chocolate, “I didn’t think you’d really come.” Dom whispered.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’ll always come when you call me.” Liv offered, “Because I want to be here, with you, right now.” She bit into one of her pizza slices, “I want to be sappy with you, and eat pizza with you, and maybe when all is said and done with the Judgment Day, I’d kind of like to help you turn face.”

Dom just blinked, “No one wants me and after that promo, Rhea doesn't even want me.”

Liv wiggled into the blankets next to him, “She’s not one to quickly give up a toy she likes, Dom. As shitty as that is to say, I’m sure she’ll bow off her anger tonight then she’ll come back here and apologize and promise to do better, then she won’t, and you’ll be hurt, then the road to WrestleMania will get messier and messier, then what happens on the biggest stage in the world will happen, and then… then the Judgment Day eventually implodes.”

“Is it bad that I want the implosion to happen sooner rather than later?” Dom asked, as he grabbed his own slice of pizza, “I mean, that sounds bad.”

“No, it doesn’t.” Liv promised him.

Dom gazed at her as he chewed thoughtfully, “I think I just… I don’t want to make things right with my dad yet, there is too much static there, and not enough like… actual compassion.” Dom dropped his pizza slice nad pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I sound like such a fucking baby.”

“Dom, you are a baby, even if you are an eighteen year veteran.” Liv joked, trying to ease his mood, “I personally love how compassionate and sweet you are, you wear your heart on your sleeve, and no one does micro-expressions like you do.” Dom grabbed his slice and pulled the tub of oreo ice cream towards him. “What were you saying, Dom, before you thought you were being a baby.”

“I just want…” Dom exhaled harshly, “I want someone to see me. Like my dad used me as an extension of his legacy… like Rhea is using me as a convenient puppy-boyfriend type, who always forgives her, supports her unconditionally, and just makes her look like a real human.” He gasped at what he said, hand covering his mouth, shocked that he’d said as much as he did.

Liv sighed but wrapped her arms around him, ignoring her pizza, squeezing him around his middle, “Dom… you are the sweetest, kindest, most wonderful person I think I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching go from daddys good little boy to the biggest nuclear heel in all of WWE.”

“How many times have you watched that happen?” Dom asked, amused.

Liv snickered, “Ok, so once, but it’s un-top-able." That seemed to sooth Dom, the pair settled in to one another then, putting on Young Frankenstein, as they gorged themselves on the drinks and snacks, until Dominik was yawning and starting to curl himself into the blankets more. Liv kept up with the time, worried about getting caught and the trouble that could land Dominik in, they were getting ready to start watching Jeepers Creepers when Finn sent her a text warning that they were headed back. Liv showed the message to Dom, then stood to start gathering the trash up and putting her shoes back on.

“Goodnight, Dom.” Liv offered as she gave him a quick hug - he was more asleep than awake.

“Night, Gio.” He murmured into her hair, and twisted into his pillows more. Liv was almost out the door, when Dom cleared his throat, “So, when this is over…” Dom trailed off.

“When this is over, Dominik Mysterio, I’ll be waiting on you.” Liv promised, as she kissed his head, and made sure he was tucked in to his hotel bed, “No matter how long that takes, because you’ll need someone who survived it, and personally I want to be the one who mends you're heart.” He smiled softly at her as his eyes fluttered closed, “Good night, sweetheart.” She ducked down to kiss his forehead, “I’m only a call away, ok?”

“Thank you, baby.” Dominik whispered before sleep over took him.

-/-

“Holy shit you are insane!” Charlotte snickered as Liv told her, Becky and Bayley about the hotel.

“I told you she was!” Bayley countered.

“I don’t know, seems kind of romantic to me.” Becky offered.

Seth who only caught the end of their conversation frowned, “Anyone know why Dominik looks like he’s the happiest four year old alive, also what was kind of romantic?” The four women burst out in laughter, but Liv maybe the loudest - she could be a good girl and wait, she had nothing but time and even when Rhea grated on her patience in the coming months, she’d just remind herself that Dom and her hand plans, plans for after the Judgment Day.

#pastRhea/Liv #Rhea/Dominik #implied future Liv and Dominik #cute #the one where Rhea is a bad girlfriend #the one where Liv just wants to cuddle Dom better #liv morgan #dominik mysterio #rhea ripley #the judgement day #wwe fanfiction #finn balór #damian priest #wwe raw #jd #r-truth kind of #fanfiction #also on ao3

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Hey girl, congratulations on the milestone.

It's a request for cant believe she's gone. Could you please write something about where the reader and sirius are dating but james is also in love with her. You can decide what happens but the reader and sirius stay together.

What could have been

James Potter x fem! Reader (unrequited)

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: James' finds himself sitting alone at a party, not just any party but his best friends, the events of the night leaving him wondering what could have been

Warnings: swearing, established relationship (Sirius and reader), unrequited love, mentions of food, eating, alcohol, drinking and one small mention of Sirius' abuse from Orion as well as one implied moment of sh from it, sad James, oblivious reader, bittersweet angst on James' side

A/n: 1.5k words, hi! thank you lovely x James' pov, I did tear up writing this so maybe have a tissue ready 💛

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James swirled his glass of firewhiskey, watching the brownish liquid swish around the glass. He feel numb, he usually loved parties, hell he was usually the reason for them, be it planning, or thrown one for quidditch.

He didn’t plan this one though, you, Marlene and Remus did for Sirius’ 18th since you were all best at keeping things quiet . Peter would crack in seconds, Alice’s voice gets all high pitched when she lies, Frank can't keep secrets from Alice, and Dorcas was caring for Lily since she was so medicated with the cold she was practically on Veritaserum

As for himself, he really should have been apart of planning, Sirius was practically his brother, yet he took no part. Most didn’t question it, James hadn’t been himself since summer, he hadn’t really laughed or played pranks, nor given Lily a second glance, he was just different

James wasn’t sure himself how he ever could be normal again, not when his entire being was wishing he could go back and time, shake sense into his younger self and make him realise how good he had it, how good it could have been if he had just seen it

“Jamie!”

He felt the couch dip next to him, his heart picking up in pace at the sweet voice that somehow brought him to life and yet utterly destroyed him. He didn’t want to look at you just yet, not ready to melt under your gaze, not ready to be reminded of his own failure

“Jamie?” your voice morphs, no longer happy and excited but laced with concern

Pair that with your hand slipping into his own, squeezing it as he feels you shift on the couch and use your other hand to gently bring his face to meet yours

“Are you okay?”

Simple question, fucking complicated answer

Physically he’s fine, mentally a complete mess.

He feels better when he looks into those bright eyes of yours though, pretending your his for a moment but the bitter reality leaves a taste in his mouth no amount of firewhisky could drown

“I’m great” he gives you a smile but he knows it doesn’t meet his eyes hence he squints them just a little to make it seem like it did

You tilt your head. You don’t believe it, course you don’t. You’re you, his best friend, best friend since forever. You know that trick, you taught him that trick

“Don’t lie” you tell him, tone soft yet there’s an underlying firmness only few people could feel

He sighs, placing down his glass and bringing his full attention to you. His eyes dance quickly over your figure, jeans adored with a lazily tucked shirt, casual yet completely perfect in his eyes. Hair hanging natural, a little makeup made up of Marlene drawing little stars across your cheeks, flattering your features impeccably.

His definition of beautiful

“You look pretty” he lets the compliment slip, yet he would never regret it, not when you smile like that at it every time

“Not so bad yourself mr dear” you throw in a little wink and he feels his heart flutter “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

He shakes his head “Sorry” he gives you an apologetic smile, he told you everything, maybe not right away but eventually, however this secret he fears he’ll take to the grave

You seem in thought for a little while, clearly planing on finding a way to cheer him up and you would, it the most you way possible.

And he will forget for a little while, before the entire thing becomes a bitter sweet memory.

You would steal him away from the party, your hand in his and he would pretend not to see the small wave and smile you and Sirius share on the way out. You would take him to the kitchens, sweet talk the elf’s into making his favourite before leading him out to one of the secret balconies you found in your earlier years to eat it. You wouldn’t ask why he was sad or try to fix it, all you did was ask him silly questions, make him laugh like no one else could, and everything would be okay when you and he were on that balcony

But then you would go back to the party, your boyfriends party, his brothers party, and he would go to bed with the excuse of being tired. He would sit and replay the last hours in his head, pretend it was you he was dating and you stole him away for alone time, but like everything it was swept away when you and Sirius came into the dorm. Both giddy, maybe a little tipsy or perhaps just love drunk on one another.

His heart shattered for the millionth time as he watched you and Sirius kiss, sweet kisses, unable to keep your hands off each other but again in the sweetest way.

The two of you unknowingly crushing his heart further with every step of your silent waltz, illuminated by the moonlight flooding through the break in the curtains

Every time you messed up Sirius would kiss your nose, your cheek, your lips. Whispers of your adoration for the other echoing gently in the room, pretty boy’s and my star’s slipping from your lips, while my girl’s and french words which made you shine brighter than the stars themselves slipping from Sirius’.

The final nail wasn’t the I love you’s that were shared at the end of the dance

It was watching you both get changed into matching oversized shirts you got at your first concert together. How Sirius smiled when you braided his hair for bed. How he took off your makeup for you. And when you were finally in bed, limbs tangled together, your head rested on Sirius' chest while he caressed your back, it was how effortless the domesticity of it all was with the two of you.

That's what killed him, the quiet actions that showed you and Sirius were forever, made for each other, soulmates even

You slipped off first, a smile on your face as your cheek was cutely squished against his chest. James always loved the faces you made while sleeping, the little scrunches of your nose, the hums.

His eyes flicked upwards to Sirius and merlin did James wish he could lie, say he could love you, look at you with more love than Sirius could ever fathom but that was simply not true. Sirius looked at you like you were his entire being, so content with you in his arms, so calm, all of his worries forgotten, almost insignificant when you were around

Yet James still let himself imagine he was Sirius, that you and he were on that path. The one that led him to spend his life with you. The one that was the kind of fairytales, where he fell for his best friend and she loved him back, that he was the one to confess, that he hadn’t let his fear of ruining things stop him

It was then Sirius met James’ gaze and the guilt of his dream set in. Sirius gave him a smile, one he returned with the same trick he used on you earlier, thankful for the dark as it meant Sirius would believe this one

“Hey” his friend greets quietly

“Hey…sorry I wasn't…”

Sirius shakes his head “Don’t be. Your happiness is more important than a silly party”

His words are so genuine it’s like a cut to his heart. A reminder that you and Sirius really loved him, and that’s what made him positive he would never reveal his feelings, why no matter how hard he tried he could never feel anything negative towards you or Sirius for loving one another

“Happy Birthday Pads” he gives him a real smile this time

“Thanks Prongs” Sirius looks down at you for a moment “I might be a little drunk, or maybe it’s the old age...” he chuckles and James finds himself joining him “...but I love you mate, and I don’t thank you enough for everything you've done...hell still do for me”

James knew he was referring to, living with him, giving him clothes, holding him when he cried over leaving Regulus, healing the wounds inflicted by his father and on one heartbreaking occasion by Sirius himself, but for James there was one more thing he did that Sirius would never know

“I love you too” he says nodding, tears welling

Sirius just smiled at him before shuffling down on the bed, holding you that little bit tighter as he settles in to sleep

“Night” he says quietly

“Night” he replies, watching Sirius slip off with a smile equal to yours on his face

James let the tears fall then, shaky breaths as he tried to be quiet

Closure was certainly years away yet somehow the first bit of his heart fused back together, sure it was one of a hundred little pieces but it was a start. Maybe one day he would find his own star like you had, someone who could help rebuild the rest of his heart, someone he would have the courage to tell how he feels before another bet him to it.

But for now, James would cry over his unrequited love for you and what could have been

Thank you for reading and let me know what you thought 💛

#james x reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black and reader #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius and reader #sirius black and you #james potter angst #sirius x y/n #james potter and reader #james potter and y/n #james potter and you #james potter x y/n #marauders era #marauders #robynsrequests

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anincompletelist · 6 months

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rwrb fic recs round two! :D

HELLO! I was going to wait a bit longer before doing another rec, but I've read some phenomenal works lately and I wanted to share!

as always, if you feel inclined to share your own recs or even self-promote, please do! also, please remember to be kind and give back when possible by sharing fics, commenting, leaving kudos, or reaching out to the author to let them know that you enjoyed! happy early thanksgiving and all ;)

thank you again to these authors, as well as anyone who makes content for this lovely little corner of the internet. your work and art continues to get me through the persistently dark days, and I am eternally grateful to get to be privy to your talent and labors of love!

I hope you're all doing well, and happy reading! <3

in no particular order --

I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In | doeyedgirlyevil | E | 42k | WIP

There he stood. Frozen. In the presence of a man who Henry was willing to swear before Queen and country, under pain of death, was the single most beautiful person on the face of the planet, and possibly several galaxies beyond. A man who possessed the kind of magnetic pull that could persuade Henry to believe in a Catholic God. A man Henry needed to get at least 800 kilometres away from before he caused an international scandal in a tea room at Kensington Palace. - Henry has a new equerry. And he's too hot for Henry's fragile, gay heart to handle. (AKA the Alex as Henry's equerry AU that I'm sure someone asked for)

Mr. Party Hardy | @inexplicablymine | T+ | 7k

Delicate isn’t the kind of word that would describe Alex Claremont-Díaz, not in this world or any other. He is fiery passion and loud excited exhaltations on whatever subject has currently caught his fancy. He is explosive lacrosse plays, the effusive energy he’s told he radiates. Nobody has ever treated him like he is something delicate, soft. Someone who needs a “Caution: Handle with Care” sign. He didn’t realize he needed that kind of care so badly. But Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor does that and then some. A look into what college parties look like for Mr. Party Hardy B.H. (before Henry) and A.H. (after Henry)

the clementine thing | anonymous | 6k | T+

And, really, it doesn’t matter whether or not Alex explains it to Liam and the rest of his friends. They’ve never really discussed it between themselves through the years. Slowly, Alex had gone from asking Would you please peel this for me? to Please? to silently extending the citrus without any comment at all, just a soft smile. It’s one of the things that make them Alex-and-Henry; the silent conversations and the contentment in each other’s company. Now, as Alex starts to flourish through his position on the lacrosse team, his slew of AP classes, and his role in student government, getting him to slow down at all is a feat. The only way that Henry can do it, guaranteed, is by one of those innocuous little fruits. There’s nothing Alex can’t do—surely, he could peel a fucking orange if he felt so inclined—but Henry delights in being able to do this for him. (Five times Henry shares a clementine with Alex, and one time Alex returns the favor)

they're gonna watch me disappear into the sun | @raysletters | 18k | M

Alex and Henry have been living together for four months already, and they couldn't be happier.

It all crumbles down when one morning, Henry is rushed to the hospital.

get him alone | @congee4lunch | 103k | E

Alex looks at him, like Henry’s a speck of dirt on his pristine chinos. “Why would June send you to check up on me?” “Because I’m her best friend and you’re her brother?” “I always said she has bad taste.” “Well,” Henry smiles. It feels as placid on his face as it probably looks. “I would say the same thing, but family doesn’t account for one’s taste, unfortunately.”

(in which henry fox is june’s childhood best friend and alex claremont-diaz is june’s younger brother. as the years pass, they tolerate each other at best and are downright destructive at worst. until they begin falling into each other's beds.)

the beagle, the ghost, and the wardrobe | @dumbpeachjuice | 11k | M

Henry’s new flat comes with one unexpected feature: it’s already inhabited. But not by a human. By a ghost.

that's all for now! I want to do another one of these very soon once the halloween, huh fics have been revealed! until then! happy reading! :D

-- anincompletelist / sarah

#my fic recs #fic recs #rwrb fics #red white and royal blue fic #red white and royal blue fanfiction #alex and henry #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince

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peach-and-bugs · 11 months

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❤️Natalie Scatorccio NSFW Alphabet❤️ (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

❤️Read the SFW Alphabet here!❤️

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: Minor spoiler for Season 2 episode 8! It's all dirty [AFAB Reader/anatomy used if any] (18+, Minors DNI, you will be blocked)

Word Count: 1,359

A/N: Hello lovelies! I know a lot of you wanted it, so here you go! Natalie's nsfw alphabet! She actually was a lot easier to write about than expected, probably because she's so straightforward anyways. Not much more for me to say, so enjoy, and as always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!❤️

Natalie Scatorccio Tag List:

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General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Nat is the type to need a cigarette after sex. I mean, maybe not a cigarette specifically bc I don't remember if she smokes in the show, but in my headcanon it's an every-now-and-then thing for her. But, for whatever reason she never got hooked on it like she did other things. But when it comes to caring for you specifically afterward she’d get you a warm towel to wash up at the very least. Everyone deserves that. But in a committed relationship she’d go as far as running a bath for you if you like and helping you in if it was a rather intense evening

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She loves your hips, I just know it. No matter what shape or size, she just loves having something to hang onto, ya know? It’s just the perfect spot for her hands and she loves running her thumbs over your stomach

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I know for a fact that she makes you clean her fingers with your tongue when she’d done with you. She wants you to know exactly what she’s tasting.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not really a dirty secret but she loves when her partner and this is only in a “serious” relationship (as serious as Natalie will get at least) takes complete control because she gets to be in a state where she’s not in control, but she knows she’s completely safe

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, we all know that Ms. Scatorccio knows exactly what she’s doing. When it comes to sex, she’s been around the block and back and she’s always willing to do another lap if she feels the need.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Imma say she enjoys receiving while face-sitting because it's the best of both worlds. She enjoys being on top, but she also likes receiving, and she loves the feeling of your arms and hands tight around her thighs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious in my opinion. She doesn’t find sex silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she shaves everything (arms, legs, etc) but not regularly. She's cool with having stubble wherever so long as it's not bothering her.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Eh, again it depends on what kind of relationship you’ve got. I think over time she could learn to be romantic, but at the start, sex is a give and take for her. “You get what you need as long as I get what I need,” kind of thing. She’ll never make a big deal out of it though. She might have when she was younger, but she’d far more seasoned now, shall we say. She knows what she wants and that’s her priority

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’s gotten good at using her hands because I doubt they let you bring any kind of toy with you to rehab, but she prefers a vibrator some nights

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think she’d enjoy mirror sex. She’d like watching herself but also forcing you to watch how she makes you feel. She's also into teeth. Like, not necessarily biting, but she likes someone with a nice set of teeth

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

She’s down for semi-public sex but still wants some privacy so anywhere with a locked door is fair game

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

There isn’t a lot that doesn't turn her on really. Genuine interest in her sexually sometimes is all it takes. But she likes being teased and having her partner play coy with her. It makes her feel like a lady

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I think after watching S2 Ep 8 this is a given, but knife play…

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s into both but has a fondness for receiving, ngl. This girl firmly insists that she’s a switch but she loves to bottom. Might sound like an oxymoron, but she loves the power she holds while receiving. Digging her hands in your hair and holding you where she wants you, squeezing your head or hand between her legs. Honestly, she’d gladly suffocate you if you let her

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She’s fast and rough when she’s on top, no questions asked. She likes getting to the point

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s quite fond of them. If it's guaranteed you’re not getting a night in together she’d gladly take a quickie in a bathroom stall if she needs it

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Once there is some established relationship I think she’s down to try new things, but she’s not experimenting during a one-night stand, she might have done that before, but by now that’s behind her and she’s only experimenting with established trust from now on

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

I don’t think she has a lot of stamina when it’s her cumming. She can have two, maybe three before she calls it quits. She could probably go for longer but once she’s had one or two she’s satisfied

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She doesn’t have a wide collection, just a few vibratos that she orders online while drunk and horny on random nights. But she’ll use them now and then with herself and whenever you want if that's something you’re into. I think she’d be really into using one on you while you eat her out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a big tease. She enjoys being a mean girl sometimes!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I think she’s pretty quiet, but not for any lack of enjoyment. She’s got those breathy moans that swoon from the back of her throat and she tends to suck on her teeth

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She’s got nice hands. She keeps her nails short, partly because I think she’s a nail-biter, but she has the decency to file them before anything intimate happens so they’re nice and smooth. But she’s got long, thin fingers that really accentuate her knuckles and she’s always got a plethora of rings on so she makes a show of taking them off for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s quite thin and lanky. I mean, we pretty much saw everything when she was walking around her motel in her bra and her fishnets.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s definitely high, but she knows she can get what she wants whenever or handle anything she needs on her own, so it's not often a “driver” for her or anything. Unless she’s drunk. If she's with someone she’s deemed as her person and she’s drunk, she wants in your pants as soon as possible

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She’s not the type to fall asleep after sex. She prefers having some kind of nightcap first (a drink or a cigarette or maybe even both to mix things up. Who knows!) you’re more likely than not to fall asleep before her which is when she makes her graceful exit if she’s not in her bed. However, in a committed relationship she’ll get back in bed with you after whatever “treat” she’s finished and hold you from behind till she knows you’re asleep. She likes kissing your shoulders when you’re naked. But she won't fall asleep that way, eventually turning over to her other side

#natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio headcanons #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets #yellowjackets headcanons #charcater headcanons #character alphabet

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