#praise the lord that fic is finally finished

[keeganbrainmush]

" Watching the video that you sent me. " ; Alejandro Vargas x Male Reader (400 follower special!)

*ೃ Jesus christ tysm for 400 followers ALREADY even if I posted my first fic in March, tysm for all the support I love you guys so much *ೃ 2k words ; Male Reader ; Extreme NSFW mention, Minors DNI. *ೃ Summary: Alejandro decides to send you a teasing video while you're at a convention for a company you work for. Hours away, his pretty whimpers and begging for you getting to your head. *ೃ Contains: Overstimulation, teasing, nudes sent, begging, jerking off Alejandro, flustered reader, blowjobs, missionary, Service dom reader, praised Alejandro, bottom Alejandro, creampie

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You were happily talking to customers, asking them on your opinion of the companys product while writing their answers down. Your eyes were shining in friendliness, fake or not, it was sure making customers feel appreciated. You walked back to your station and sat down behind a table.

You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, taking it out you saw Alejandros contact name. You smiled at his text as you read " Hi, Mi Cielo. Hope your doing well at your convention, missing you. I can't wait to see you again tomorrow! I love you." with a heart emoji. Tilting your head in confusion as a video was sent seconds later. " Hey, (Name)! " One of your co-workers named Henry called out.

You looked up and turned off your phone, stuffing it in your back pocket mindlessly. " Yeah, Whats up? " You asked as you stood up while facing Henrys pale, freckled face. " A customer wants to know about our policies, can you help me out? " He asked, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.

Henry had only been at your work for a solid 3 weeks before being sent out to the convention with you. Your supervisor told you he needed experience, and lord did he need experience. You nodded at him, patting his shoulder softly. " Sure thing, just stay at the stand and talk to the customers there. " Reassuring him, you walked off and began speaking to customers once again.

You had left Alejandro on seen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro at home wrapped up in your bedsheets with his chin on your pillow. Its been 15 minutes and you hadn't responded. He sighed and turned around on his back, getting up and grabbing a pair of sweatpants and walked into your kitchen, getting ready to make himself lunch as he overthought his video. Was it too much? Too needy?

You had finally finished up talking to customers and started walking over to your area again, rubbing at your back as you saw the clock. 5:21 PM. Convention should be wrapping up in 40 minutes. You suddenly realized you never responded to Ales text. " I'm taking 10. " You told your coworker, his hair bouncing slightly as he nodded. You walked off towards the bathroom while taking your phone out of your pocket.

Pushing open the door with your shoulder as your passcode and walked into a stall, leaning against a wall. Recieved 38 minutes ago. Shit. You rapidly started texting him back. " I'm sorry, Love. I got held up at work. Can't wait to see you too, Love you more. " You pressed send before looking at the blurry cover of the video. You couldn't quite distinguish what it was. A video of him cooking? A video of the gym? Only one way to find out.

And Jesus Christ. None of your guesses were correct even alittle. It was Alejandro filming himself infront of your pillow, sat on your side of the bed with his cock in his hand. And by the looks of it he'd been going at it for a awhile now. High pitched whimpering filled the bathroom as you rapidly turned the volume down nervously. " Mi Cielo, please. I need you home so bad, I can't cum without your touch. " He moaned needily.

The tip of his pretty cock was an angry red, precum seeping out of him and coating the palm of his hand as he continued stroking himself. The video was only 32 seconds long, filled with soft squelching sounds and moans with breathy whimpers, and those 32 seconds were enough to get you hard. You stared at the ending frame of the video with wide eyes, trying to ignore the tent growing in your pants.

You shook your head in attempt to clear your mind of the dirty thoughts clouding your thoughts. You cleared your throat nervously as you glanced at your hard cock pocking out of the pants of your uniform. Shit, Shit, Shit. You unzipped your pants and moved yourself around in a way of hopes of not making it as obvious. Thankfully, your company had insisted against skinny jeans and were fine with a relaxed fit. So your issue wasn't quite as noticeable.

You walked out of the stall and washed your hands with soap and water before walking out and headed back to your stand. Henrys eyes lit up as he saw you. " Hey! You're super red, you okay? " He asked, examining your flushed face. " I'm fine. " You responded shakily, looking at the time once again. 5:30. " Okay.. Can we pack up early? Most of the people have left already. " Henry told you, glancing around to the empty area other than other stands and kiosks. You nodded as you rubbed your forehead with the bottom of your palm.

You and Henry had taken 20 minutes to clean everything up and get it all packed up, so you both were right on time as you were making your way to the hotel in a rented car. " We leave tomorrow, right, Sir? " Henry asked, scratching at his upper lip. Your hand tightened around the wheel slightly as you thought about tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. " Yes. And don't call me sir, makes me feel old. " You teased, trying to take your mind off that beautiful video.

The next couple of hours were a blur. Getting dinner, packing up your clothes, and finally going to bed. You were only able to be tossing and turning with your mind clouded with lust. Alejandro just had to be a tease, didn't he? You were staring at the ceiling until you finally fell asleep, the last time you saw the clock it was 2:21 am.

When you finally woke up, it was a bunch of hurrying and and mumbling under your breathe to catch your flight back home. The plane ride was only a solid 3 hours, but your taxi drive back home was full of traffic and honking. You felt nothing but relief when you finally caught sight of your house, talking to the driver and paying him as you hauled your luggage to your doorstep and put your keys in, twisted it and pushed the door open.

There he was, Alejandro Vargas. The love of your life, your husband. " Hola, Lindo. " He welcomed you, pulling you into a hug with his hug on your shoulders. He was dressed handsomely, with a nice pair of jeans and a long sleeve compression shirt that showed off his arm muscles nicely. You hugged him back and nestled your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his expensive cologne.

" I missed you so much. " He admitted, pulling away from your shoulder to give you a quick kiss while taking your hand in his. " I've only been gone 3 days, my Love. But I missed you too. " You replied, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips. " Are you hungry? " Alejandro asked, before pulling you into the living room. " No, Thank you. I ate breakfast afew hours ago. " You reassured him, sitting down next to him on the couch with your hand on his upperthigh as he leaned his head against your shoulder.

After catching up for half an hour or so, you finally mustered up the courage to ask the golden question.

" So, Ale. What was that video you sent me about? " You asked, grazing your thumb over the inside of his thigh as you looked at him while a light blush started creeping in on his cheeks. Alejandro looked back at you with wide eyes, his mouth gaped open. " Whats wrong, Baby? You miss me so much you got hard at the idea of me even looking at you jerking off? " You asked, sliding off the couch and spreading Alejandros legs to sit in between them.

Alejandro only let out small mumbles and squirmed in his seat, his cock slowly hardening. " Sí, por favor.. " He whined out, lifting his hips up slightly. You smiled up at him as you moved one of your hands to his crotch to palm him. " Huh? What was that? " You teased. He sobbed out silently as you touched him there, moving on of his hands to your shoulders. " Please, make me feel good. " He pleaded, his thighs tensing up as you continued to touch at his clothed dick.

" Thats a good boy, Ale. " You praised as you hooked your fingers at the belt rings of his pants. " I can, right? " You asked, reassuring consent. Alejandro nodded hazily as you pulled his pants down and only left him in his boxers, a small wet spot already forming. " What, You're already leaking too? " You mumbled as you pulled down his boxers next and took ahold of it at the base. Alejandro only sat there, looking down at you with desperate eyes, nodding at every word.

You passed your palm over his tip and rubbed the precum around his cock and started jerking him off slowly. Alejandro shuddered at your touch, putting his hand on the back of your head instinctively. " Shit, (Name). Mierda. " He curled his fingers in your hair as you took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip.

You continued pushing your mouth lower onto him until your nose was nestled into his pelvis, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. Alejandro gulped as he fought back every urge to fuck your throat, his chest heaving as he looked down at you. The last thing he expected was for you to be looking back at him, your eyes glossy with tears threatening to spill but also filled with a look of determination.

Just you looking at him like that was enough to make him cum down your throat with a loud whimper and an arching back, a sweet taste coating your tongue as you pulled back from him in shock and swallowed. " Did you just- " You stammered, as Alejandro finally came down from his high, embarrassment starting to creep up on him. He put his hands over his face and threw his head back, avoiding your gaze as you sat up on the couch next to him.

" Hey, hey, no. Its fine, it's kinda cute. " You reassured him, rubbing at his shoulder comfortingly. " Really missed me that bad, huh? " You teased, smiling at him. He moved one of his fingers and groaned, throwing himself sideways onto the arm rest of the couch. You laughed and rubbed at his hips and looked down at him lovingly. " I just wanted us to have amazing sex when you'd got back. " Alejandro admitted into the hands still covering his face.

" We still can, gonna feel alot better for you too. " You told him, hinting at something obvious. Alejandro looked up at you shockingly, acting as if you were the one with a filthy mouth in the relationship.

Which is how you got to now with your cock buried deep inside of Alejandro, his legs on the side of your waist and his forearm muffling his moans as he mumbled out small pleadings as you continuing fucking into his roughly, ignoring his several past orgasms. " Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. " Alejandro sobbed out, feeling himself close to cumming again.

" What, you gonna cum on my cock again like the dirty slut you are? " You panted out next to his ear, biting onto his shoulder as you felt him growing growing gradually tighter around you. Alejandro nodded as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. " Oh my god.. " He mumbled out, his legs shaking as he sobbed out and arched his back once again, raking his nails down your back as you continued fucking into him, trying to desperately reach your own orgasm.

Alejandro hid his face in the crook of your neck, his brain fuzzy with overstimulation, while you continued thrusting into him until you felt your own orgasm crashing over you. You leaned down to bite at his neck as you felt yourself cum inside of him, your chest heaving as you looked at him after your hips stilled. " Was that amazing enough for you? " You asked, looking at him hazily while bringing a hand up to rub at his cheek. " That was more than amazing, Mi Cielo. Thank you. " He replied, bringing you into a soft kiss.

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[axelsagewrites]

Hey babe❤️

Can you write a soft dom Harwin Strong fic, pleasee?🧎🏻‍♀️

Harwin Strong*Take Care of You

Pairing: Harwin x Princess!reader

Summary: Harwin Strong is in charge of making sure the princess is taking care of and he takes his job very seriously  

Word count: 2212

Warnings: soft dom, finger, p in v sex, praise, secret relationship smut 18+

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“You must eat your grace,” his low voice whispered in your ear. The day had indeed been long, starting with a dragon ride before being whisked to meet with various lords and even attending the council with your father.

Harwin was currently escorting you to the other side of the castle as you attempted to track down a particularly troublesome lords’ wife to see if she can talk sense into the man, “I shall eat later,” you said back quietly.

“You have yet to have eaten since breakfast,” he pointed out, keeping his voice low and his eyes straight ahead.

“I will tell you when I am hungry- “

“I’m not asking princess,” Harwin said cutting off your voice and making you stop in your steps to look up at him, “You will eat, and you will do so before you find Lady Beesbury. Understood?”

You glanced to where you noticed Larys Strong watching you before looking back to Harwin with a soft smile, “I suppose a quick supper is in order,” without Harwin you wondered if you would walk till your feet worn down to stubs or forget to eat till you wasted away. you were grateful for his instance as soon as you smelled the kitchens soup, but it did not mean all your tasks for the day were over.

Finally, the sky was dark, and you had been able to excuse yourself to go rest from a long day at court. After escorting you to your chambers, leaving you with a swift kiss to your cheek, Harwin had to go finish his watch for the night with the promise to visit after. However, despite promising to rest you were sat at your desk penning a letter to Dorne that your father had asked you to. You were so wrapped up in your writings you did not hear Harwin enter the room.

When his strong hand gently grabbed your shoulder, the feeling made you jump, your hand jerking and ink splattered on the parchment. “You frightened me!” you scolded him, swatting at his hand with your ink free one before trying to get the ink off of your other hand with a spare cloth.

“You’re supposed to be resting princess,” Harwin said, his voice firmer than usual.

“Its just a letter,” you murmured as you tried to clean up the ink.

Harwin’s hand moved to cover yours, stopping your frivolous attempt to save the letter, “I told you to rest,”

You chuckled lightly before looking up at him with an incredulous look, “I am a princess Harwin, I have responsibilities and duties and- “

“You are my duty, your grace,” Harwin said as he moved to kneel in front of you, taking your hands into his, ignoring how the ink stained his skin, “It is my responsibility to take care of you. I cannot do this if you don’t listen,”

“But- “you tried to protest but Harwin did not listen.

“No buts,” he said, shuffling closer, and moving his hands to rest on your hips. You sighed, your arms moving to dangle over his shoulders as he knelt before you, his head level with your chest and his eyes gazing up at you, “You will listen to me princess. Understood?” you nodded but Harwin just shook his head, “I need to hear you princess. To make sure you know how to listen,”

“Understood,” you whispered, suddenly everything else fading out of importance as you leaned down to kiss his lips softly.

One of his hands moved from your hip to your jaw, holding your face in his large hand. His other squeezed your hip, pulling you forward in your chair to be closer. Your hands slipping into his hair, tugging on the soft locks by the nape of his neck. “Wont you take off your armour ser Harwin? So, we can relax together,” you said breaking the kiss and batting your lashes at your lover.

Harwin nodded silently before standing, never taking his eyes off you. as he stared down at you, his hand still holding your face, you noticed how close he was and if not for his armour you would have reached for his skin already. Harwin only removed his hand to begin stripping off his armour, something he had done so many times it only took minutes for the metal to be laid on the floor beside your chair. Soon he was down to his undershirt and thin undergarments, a sight you had seen many times. “You’re staring,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts as he lifted your chin with two fingers to face him.

“Am I allowed to?” you asked, your eyes flickering from his broad chest to his eyes.

“As long as you behave, princess,” he said before crouching down, his face just an inch from yours, “Are you going to do as you are told?” he whispered, his lips bumping your own.

“Yes,” you whispered, desperate to lean in to close the gap but knowing better.

Harwin chuckled lowly, “Good girl,” he mumbled, butterflies twirling in your stomach, before he closed the gap. The kiss was deeper than before as his hand moved to the back of your neck, the other to your waist to suddenly pull you up from the chair and press you into his body. Your hands moved to the neckline of his shirt, tugging at it desperately as you felt his broad shoulders and firm chest.

When the kiss broke you were breathless as Harwin moved to sit in the chair you had once occupied. “Take off the dress for me,” he said, his voice deeper than before as he watched your cheeks flush. Your hands worked the strings of your dress, desperately trying to get it off. Soon it pooled around your ankle, your shift falling with it, “So pretty,” he murmured as he reached forward to touch your thighs, pulling you closer by the back of them.

Harwin opened his legs, pulling you to stand in the gap so he could gaze up and down your body. His hands went up the back of your thighs to your ass, moving teasingly slow and soft enough to make your skin shiver. He squeezed the soft flesh of your ass before grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap. You could feel his hard cock through his under garments and almost whimpered when Harwin moved your hips with his hands to grind on it.

He kissed your cheek, then jaw, then down your neck with soft scattered kisses. “Let me take care of you princess,” he whispered as he began to kiss along your collar bones. You found yourself grinding your hips down, desperate for some friction, “That’s it,” Harwin murmured, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, “More,” you begged softly.

“Be patience princess,” he said, his hands running up your sides before squeezing your breasts softly, “Good things come to those who wait and only good girls get to come,”

“Okay,” you said, your eyes closing as his fingertips began to trace your nipples making them harden under his touch. You could feel the longing in your stomach as you rubbed your slit along his clothed cock, desperate to feel it inside you already.

Harwin gently squeezed your sensitive buds while his lips worked back up your neck, kissing your jaw before lightly sucking your earlobe, “Do you want me?” his voice was husky as his breath fanned your ear.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hips almost bucking at the idea, “I need you Harwin,” was all you needed to say. His hands suddenly moved to your ass again, but you had no time to complain as he stood, holding you against his chest as he did. You yelped slightly, your hands instinctively going around his neck.

Harwin carried you the short distance to the bed, gently laying you down on the soft fabric. Harwin lay over you, kissing your lips softly and one of his hands trailed down your body, exploring it slowly before moving over to hold your cunt. your breath caught as his fingers slowly trailed up your slit. “So wet for me,” he praised, kissing your lips softly.

He continued running his fingers between your folds, fingers ghosting over your clit only making you want him more. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair as your lips moulded together which acted to muffle the moan as his fingers began to tease your entrance. Slowly he pushed two of his fingers in, stretching you out perfectly.

Your hips bucked, desperate for him to speed up, but Harwin wanted to do this right, “Patience,” he chastised again, “If you don’t start listening, I’ll leave,” he warned while his fingers began to curl inside you making you whimper.

This time he moved to kiss around your chest, squeezing one breast with his spare hand. You moaned when you felt his lips secure around your nipple, sucking it softly and teasing the bud with his teeth while he began to trace the other with his finger. You could feel a knot bubbling in your stomach, and it tightened when he moved his thumb to rest over your clit, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive bud. It was hard to keep your moans quiet as he did this.

You could feel your body start to twitch as he continued his painfully slow assault on your cunt. “Please,” you whimpered softly, “I need you,”

“What do you need princess?” Harwin’s voice was hoarse as he pulled away to look in your eyes, “You can tell me,” he said, his fingers still moving inside you. “Use your words,”

“I need your cock,” you said, your voice almost a whine.

Harwin said nothing as he softly kissed your lips, only for a moment, however. You whined when you felt his fingers leave you but gasped as he moved to hover over you, gripping your hips tightly, “You want me?” he asked, his eyes scanning over your body beneath him.

“Yes,” you whined as he pulled down his undergarments, his cock looking painfully hard as it sprung free, “Please,” you whined as he held his cock, running its tip up and down your slit, “I’ll be good I promise,”

Despite already being stretched with his fingers you still gasped when he started to ease his cock into you, his tip already stretching you out. “Shh,” Harwin whispered, his eyes closing tight when he heard your soft moans, “You must be quiet princess, understand?” he asked, opening his eyes as he sunk his cock in deeper. He chuckled slightly when he saw you nod, “So good for me,” he praised, his cock sinking all the way in, “You take me so well,” he said, as he began to pull out only to thrust back in, “So fucking well,” he muttered as he began his repeated thrusts.

He started slowing at first with deliberate deep thrusts. When he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock, he almost lost control as he leaned down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his hips speeding up as he began to mercilessly fuck your hole.

“Feel so good,” he mumbled against your lips, his hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing quick circles into the sensitive bud. He covered your moans with his lips, but it did not stop the tightening in your stomach.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, before starting to scratch down his back as he fucked you into the bed, the headboard beginning to bang into the wall, but Harwin no longer cared. His hands moved suddenly to grab your legs, hoisting them around his waist so he could fuck you deeper, his hand moving back to your clit as soon as he had done so.

You could feel your cunt start to squeeze around him again and the knot threatened to burst. Harwin’s head fell to the crook of your shoulder, nuzzling into your skin. You bit your lip to stop the moans, but you couldn’t stop the loud moan that came from your lips as your orgasm crashed over your body. Harwin’s hand quickly clamped over your mouth to stifle the sounds, but he did not stop his thrusts.

You felt his body tighten above you and heard the stream of obscenities that fell from his lips like a prayer, “Fuck princess I think im gonna- “he groaned as your legs tightened around his hips, pulling him in deeper. Harwin gasped, his eyes squeezing shut, as his body stiffened. You felt his seed fill you up as his movements stopped. For a moment he laid above you before almost collapsing on top of you.

Your legs moved from his waist back to the bed, your hands moving up to stroke his hair softly. Harwin’s breathing was heavy as he regained his sense before moving to lay beside you. “Are you alright princess?” he asked, scanning over your face with concern in his eyes.

“Better than alright,” you grinned, moving to curl into his side. Harwin wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you tight into your side as your head lay on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He certainly did take care of you.

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[starlordsandrockets]

Take a Seat

pairing: Star-Lord/Peter Quill x reader

word count: 2k

summary: You and Peter have some drinks in the Milano's cockpit. This leads to you being strapped into his chair with your legs over his shoulders.

a/n: i'm riding out everyones Star-Lord high for as long as i can. so glad my fics from 4 years ago are finally getting notes lol

(also i didn't proofread so i apologize for any typos)

One of your many playlists hummed through the cockpit of the Milano as you stared out of the ship’s large window. A drink sat in your hand, the glass filled with a comically colored blue liquid, “What’s this again,” You somewhat slur, “Looks like windex, you trying to poison me,”

“And why would I do that, darling?” Peter questioned, “You said you liked blue raspberry, those fruity drinks,”

You turned your head, it spinned as your eyes attempted to focus on Peter, “Mhm,” You hummed, “but why do you get whiskey and I get this,” He made his way towards you, setting his glass down as he passed the low table.

“Because,” Peter spoke quietly before planting a kiss on your lips. His words smelled of whiskey as his rough kiss tasted bitter, “it makes your kisses sweet,”

“Aren’t they always?” You asked. You looked up at the outlaw through your mascara coated lashes, “Shit,” You muttered, realizing it has been another night since you forgot to take off your makeup, “my makeup,” You rubbed your eye, slightly annoyed.

“You look fine,” Peter spoke, “pretty,” He corrected as you stared back at him, “A really pretty girl,” He praised as you took a sip from your glass. A small laugh passed through your lips as you knew how the night would end based on Peter’s behavior, “What?”

“Nothing,” You lied. Focusing on your music, you began to sway to The Eagles as ‘One of These Nights’ hummed off of the metal cockpit. Peter’s hands found their way to your hips, attracting your eyes to your own body. The two of you had been shut away in Peter’s room, waiting for the others to retire to their own rooms. Since you joined the Guardians on sudden notice, there was no room for you on the ship. You did not mind sharing a room with Peter, however sometimes you longed for a space that was not so small and filled with Peter’s dirty laundry.

You were only wearing a large black, band t-shirt, Blue Oyster Cult to be specific, over a pair of black underwear. Peter was not complaining as his fingers slipped underneath the shirt’s rough fabric, falling on your soft skin, “Must feel nice to get out of my room,” Peter spoke, as if reading your mind, “Next stop I’m looking into getting you a seat,” he added, watching your eyes fall on the large seats that surrounded you.

“You mean I won’t be tossed around your room when you’re driving,” You teased, “What a relief,” Walking out of Peter’s hold, you studied his seat that sat in front of the large window before finishing off your drink, retiring the glass.

“Take a seat,” Peter instructed, watching your hands tracing the cold metal, “Might have to get you a smaller size,” He teased, seeing how much larger the chair was than you.

You almost fell into the large seat, the alcohol hitting you more than you thought, “This thing looks like a death trap,” You slurred, hands playing with the buckles that were placed there for safety. You watched as Peter took the buckles from your hands, his palms almost engulfing your fists.

Tossing the buckles to the side, the metal echoed through the pit. You watched as Peter placed his hands on the chair’s arms. His hips swung loosely as he stared down at you. Removing his dominant hand, he took hold of the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up over your chest, exposing your skin. The cool air sent a chill up your spine as your nipples hardened at the change of temperature, “Quill-” You stuttered as Peter now proceeded to pull chair’s safety straps across your chest. The thick fabric crossed your body, allowing your breasts to be framed almost artfully. His hands now traveled to your knees, falling behind them, guiding your legs as he spread them apart, slowly, “Quill,” You repeated, watching him kneel before you.

Peter’s lips brushed your skin, barely honoring you with the much needed contact, “What darling?” He felt you squirm in his hold, not wanting to wait any longer for the contact you burned for, “Don’t look so desperate,”

“Shut up,” You pouted as Peter saw right through you, “you’re the one who made me the drink,” You spoke, knowing exactly how you get after a few drinks, “you probably did this on purpose,”

“Well… you get less pissed when you’re drunk,” Peter smiled, taking a sip from his glass, “but you also scream louder,” He added, placing his fingers under the elastic of your underwear.

“S-shut up,” You stuttered, struggling against the fabric straps, “Quill… what if someone comes out here,”

“Then I’ll have to be fast,” Peter spoke, pulling down the black fabric. Watching you struggle in front of him turned Peter on more than he wanted to admit. You were headstrong, always fighting back, so putting you in your place made him want to do so many things to you, “And maybe don’t be too loud then,”

Anxiety pained your chest but it equally excited you. You felt yourself grow wetter as you watched Peter sip on his whiskey between your spread legs. His chair was large, making you feel minuscule and submissive, “Then stop teasing me and hurry up,”

“And do what?” Peter pressed, slowly pulling the fabric down your thighs. Your underwear rolled down your skin in his large hands, “What do you think I’m gonna do to you? Whadda ya’ want me to do?” The whiskey drew out his accent, which went into your ears and straight between your legs.

“I want you to stop teasing me,” You answered before a whimper bubbled past your lips as the cold metal chair cooled the heat between your legs.

“S’no fun that way,” Peter admitted, his hands pulling your hips towards him as best as he could with how you were restrained. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he stared at the sight before him, “Fine. You’re dripping wet as it is, huh?” With a grin, he moved closer to you. He watched as your hips rocked towards him, begging for any sort of relief, “I think I teased you enough,”

Throwing your head back, it smacked against the heavy metal. Your eyes screwed shut, not only from the pain, but from your restlessness. You felt Peter’s hand trail from your knee, up your inner thigh. You whined at just how painfully slow his touch was as it neared your clit, “Quilllll,” You groaned, “Please,” You sucked in air between your clenched teeth as Peter’s thumb finally began to rub circles on your clit, “s-shit,”

Peter watch as his fingers ran through your wet folds, the slight sounds was orgasmic to him, “Fuck sweetheart,” You wiggled underneath his touch, making a smile curl his lips. A moment later, he brought his smiling lips to your clit. He planted a wet kiss before his tongue began to explore you, it ran through your folds and left wet trails on your inner thighs. His rough hands found hold on your plush skin, calloused fingers digging into your outer thighs. His flat palms snaked to your ass, holding it as his tongue worked you.

Your attempts to hold back the moans that were crawling up your throat failed, whimpers passing through your pressed lips. You were terrified that someone would walk into the cockpit at any moment and see you strapped to Peter’s seat with his skilled tongue working between your spread legs. However, the thought also turned you on slightly.

“Let them hear you,” Peter spoke, realizing your struggling above him, “Maybe if they hear how good I’m making you feel they’ll stay in their rooms,”

“Q-Quill,” You stuttered, however your tone was stern. Your lips returned to a pressed line, afraid a moan would pass through your parted lips. Your attempt did not last long as Peter found the rhythm that you loved, “f-fUck,” You moaned, volume louder than you wished to admit.

“There you go,” Peter coaxed, his tone praising. One of his fingers unexpectedly entered you, pumping in and out at the perfect pace. He paired the slow finger fucking with a faster pace from his tongue, making you grow close to climax without warning.

“I’m… I’m so-so close,” You moaned, struggling behind your restraints but Peter only hummed back in response, the action vibrating against your clit slightly, “Ffffuck,” You moaned, “I’m gonna cum,”

“What was that sweetheart?” Peter questioned, pulling his head out from between your legs, his finger picking up the pace and attempting to keep your orgasm at the brink.

“I’m so close… please,” You studied his expression, knowing exactly what he was waiting for, “S-Star-Lord,”

With an overconfident smile, his lips returned to your clit, planting a wet kiss before he brought you to your climax.

“Fu-fuck- I’m-” You moaned, hips rocking towards his tongue. You matched his pace as your eyes screwed shut, feeling yourself reach the high you had been chasing.

Now comes the part you always dreaded.

You felt Peter keep his pace on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you. You whimpered, unable to flee him as he overworked you.

Once Peter was satisfied, he leaned back onto his heels, “How was that?” He questioned you, watching your eyes slowly open, brows un-furrowing, “Want your own chair? Or do you just like mine?”

Your heated skin was cooled slightly by the chair’s metal as you shifted in the large seat. Your chest rose and fell as you attempted to catch your breath, a small smile curled the ends of your lips, “I… I think I’d like a chair,” You spoke as Peter began to free you, “But only if we can do this again in my own chair,”

“Of course,” Peter laughed slightly, “I’ll make a call in the morning,” His voice echoed off the walls as the two of you realized the music had stopped humming through the Milano.

“I think we should go back to your room,” You spoke, wondering just when the music had stopped and your moans started. Peter shot you a glance, “I think I need a break before we do anything else,” You laughed.

“You can take all the time you need, I can wait,” He took your hands, helping your shaking legs off of the large chair, “So like… twenty minutes?” He somewhat joked as he led you towards his room.

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Hello hello :) first of all love ur work! But i see u are looking for a smutty prompt hehe. Two words: KITCHEN SEX. Pls!! I havent seen it anywhere, u can do whatever u want whit it i just need larissa or reader to be fucked on a kitchen counter.

Culinary Skills Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: Anon, thank you so much for your kind words and for this request! This was by far the quickest I've written a fic. I sat down and it just flowed out. I really hope you like it!

(Apologies for any grammar or punctuation errors.)

Warnings: Minors DNI! NSFW, SMUT, lesbian sex, fingering, oral sex, praise kink (if you squint), strong language.

Word Count: 1800

You invited Larissa over after an extremely stressful day at work. She hadn’t expected you to actually make her dinner, instead she figured you would order take-out and you two would just cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie while you ate. She was pleasantly surprised when she showed up to the smell of stir-fry lingering in the air.

The both of you sat at the table, enjoying the food you prepared, talking about the craziness of the day. The conversation turned lighthearted and comical. Larissa cackled at your impression of Wednesday’s deadpan. The laughter filled the dining room, smiles painted on both of your faces.

When there was not a single morsel left on either plate, you got up to take the dishes to the kitchen. Larissa followed you making a fuss over you trying to clean when you had just cooked. You reluctantly gave in and allowed her to wash the dishes. It gave you the chance to make the icing for the cake you had baked for dessert.

“Y/N, what on earth are you making now?” Larissa asked, her hands still soapy from finishing up the last of the dishes. “Well, you really can’t have a good cake without icing now can you?” You quipped with a cheesy grin, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet. “Oh my lord, this is too much! You should be relaxing!” Her voice was high pitched and caused you to laugh. “I am relaxing. I enjoy cooking and baking, it's calming to me.” You said, walking over to grab a whisk out of your utensil container. You pulled heavy cream out of the refrigerator and powdered sugar from another cabinet. 

“Well… okay, I guess I can’t argue with you if it’s something you truly enjoy.” Larissa walked over to the counter next to you, leaning up against it, and watched you begin to furiously whisk heavy cream in the bowl. Her gaze falling to your hands and how skilled you were with the whisk. She knew you could cook, but never got to actually watch you in your element. You were completely focused on the task at hand and, oddly enough, it caused a warmth to travel to Larissa’s core. 

“Hey, will you hand me the powdered sugar, please?” You pointed to the bag sitting next to where Larissa was leaning. She passed it to you, completely enamored by the fact that you were mixing this all by hand. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see Larissa hoist herself up to sit on the counter. Her legs dangling over, the tips of her toes touching the linoleum. She let both legs part slightly causing a burning desire to course through your entire body.

Finally done mixing, you placed the bowl on the island counter behind you, tossing the whisk in the sink. When you turned around, Larissa still sat atop the counter. Several thoughts flew into your head at that exact moment. You knew you wouldn’t finish icing the cake with Larissa sitting there like that. You had another dessert in mind.

Larissa stared at you with a slight confusion. “Decide not to make the dessert after all?” She asked with a little giggle in her voice. “No, I decided on a different type of dessert.” You stated, heat settling behind your navel and a wetness between your legs. At first, Larissa didn’t really understand but quickly caught on when she saw your pupils dilate and your breaths quicken. “Oh… that kind of dessert.” Larissa barely got the sentence out of her mouth before you rushed forward, crashing your lips into hers with a bruising kiss. 

She spread her legs wider allowing you to bring your body flush with hers, fingers threading their way into your hair. The kiss was full of passion and lust as you swiped your tongue along her lower lip, eliciting a deep moan from the woman. She opened her mouth slightly allowing your tongue to dance along hers. You placed both hands on her thighs, trailing your fingers up and down, causing Larissa to shiver. You were the one to finally break the kiss, and she whined loudly as soon as you did.

“Take these off.” You demanded, pulling at Larissa’s pants. She tried stepping down off the counter, but you shook your head. She didn’t protest, only began fumbling with the button. She finally got it undone as you helped her peel them off, throwing them to the floor. She sat on the counter in black lace underwear. The sight of her long bare legs caused your own underwear to become completely soaked. 

Quickly returning your hands to her thighs, you trailed your nails all the way down to her knees and back up, dangerously close to where she desired them the most. Every time you got closer, Larissa would push her hips up just for you to trail your fingers back down towards her knees. She groaned loudly, “Please, Y/N, I need you.” The desperation in her voice only spurred you on further.

“Desperate, are we?” You teased, your fingers hooking into the hem of the thin material. “Tell me, Larissa. Tell me how desperate you are for me.” She whined, wrapping her hands around your neck and her legs around your waist, pulling you in closer. “So-s-so desperate. I need you. I need you deep inside me, Y/N!” She almost moaned, pupils completely blown. She lunged forward, trying to kiss you only for you to pull back slightly. 

“Nuh uh, I want to hear you beg. I want you to be a complete and utter mess before I devour you.” Your words elicited a loud whimper from the woman in front of you. “Fuck, please, Y/N! I’m b-begging you!!!” Larissa basically yelled. 

“Good girl. So good for me.” The praise making Larissa whine and whimper more, her legs pulling you closer. You leaned in, kissing the woman, tongue exploring every part of her mouth. Larissa kept her hands around your neck as you placed one on the side of her cheek and the other over her clothed sex, making the woman gasp and moan loudly at the sudden contact.

Her hips bucked forward trying to gain any friction they could. You rewarded her by bringing two fingers to her clit, still clothed. You circled the sensitive bundle as you began kissing along her jawline down to her pulse point. She hissed as you bit down, fingers gripping your neck tighter.

Finally, you slipped your fingers under the fabric allowing them to trail through her slick folds up to her clit again. Larissa let out a yelp “Oh gods yes!” You lazily circled the bud, trailing your tongue along her collar bone. Getting impatient with the shirt that was covering her, Larissa leaned slightly forward pulling it up and off, tossing it to the side. To your surprise, she was braless.

You wasted no time lavishing her chest with your tongue, stopping at a hardened nipple. Taking it into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around it lightly biting down, once again causing Larissa to hiss. You did the same to the other nipple, not wanting to leave it neglected.

You made your way down the expanse of her abdomen, kissing and trailing your tongue the entire way. You only stopped at the elastic of her ruined underwear. Kneeling, you placed both hands on either side of her hips, pulling the garment off. You let out a long moan at the sight of her glistening folds. Unable to resist, you slid your tongue up her inner thigh, tasting the juices that flowed down.

“Mm, Jesus baby, you’re so wet for me.” You sighed out, the woman above you resting her head on the cabinet door, body shaking in anticipation, mumbling incoherently.

You spent a little more time teasing along her thighs before finally swiping your tongue through her slick folds. Larissa cried out, hands flying down to rest in your hair, her heels on your back. You continued swirling your tongue up and back down, then circling her sensitive clit. The moans became louder as you quickened the pace.

Larissa was already extremely close to her first orgasm. Gripping her thighs, you slipped your tongue as far inside of her as you could. This is all it took to send her over the edge. Larissa let out a strangled cry, hands tightening in your hair. You didn’t stop, only moved back up to her clit, sucking the overly sensitive bud into your mouth.

Larissa writhed above you, crying out and moaning. “Y/N… g-god, Y/N..” Her words were broken and desperate. She screamed when you suddenly slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them slightly as you pulled them back hitting the soft spongy spot that drove her absolutely wild. 

“B-baby, I’m already s-so close!” She cried out, walls already constricting around your fingers. You pumped them in and out faster, building a rhythm. The moans above you louder and louder. 

The coil tightened behind Larissa’s navel and threatened to snap, but she held on a little longer. It wasn’t until you swiped her clit with the flat of your tongue while still pumping inside of her did it fully snap. She came with a screaming cry, your name falling from her lips over and over.

You lapped every bit of juice that flowed out of the woman, letting her ride out the orgasm. Breathless and overly sensitive, Larissa almost jumped off the counter top when you swiped your tongue through her folds one last time. You stood quickly, allowing Larissa to go limp in your grasp.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Let's get you to the chair.” You held on to her as you reached for one of the chairs close by. She only nodded her head in a post ecstasy daze. She sat down, still holding onto your neck. 

“I’m going to grab you a water, Larissa. Give me one second and I will be right back.” You kissed her on the forehead before turning to grab a water bottle out of the fridge. Quickly making your way back, you kneeled in front of her handing her the bottle. 

She smiled, looking at you with a sleepy mischievous grin on her face. “So, did you enjoy your dessert, darling?” She asked, making you laugh loudly. “Oh, you bet your ass I did. Best damn dessert on the face of this planet.” You replied, leaning forward to wrap your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her knees. 

“Hmm, well once I gain my strength, I believe I would definitely like to indulge in a little dessert myself.” You only grinned, knowing Larissa was about to have you completely spent before this night was over.

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full of cages | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter seven | chapter eight: picture perfect, shiny family

chapter summary: you thought you got everything you wanted. turns out there was one more.

warnings: smut; very very slight somnophilia (if you squint) | minimal spanking, dirty talking, manhandling, own orgasm denial, masturbation, minimal choking | mommy kink, praising king, degradation kink | dom!natasha romanoff, slightly bratty but sub!reader. very visible cheating, fluff; around the first half. unedited, long.

a/n: the time has come for me to write smut!!!! dear lord, finally. just a heads up, i am not the biggest fan of writing smut, this chapter dragged on way too long than it should be because i don't like writing smut (i sincerely do not know how to write smut, but having finished 90% of wanda and natasha smut fics on tumblr made me feel like i'm good enough to go), so do take note to lower your expectations and that feedback is highly appreciated!!

you'd come to learn that mrs. romanoff was kinder than she looked overtime. she's secretly caring, she just had the worst way of showing it. of course after three months of calling her office your "third home" you ought to get to know mrs. romanoff at least a little bit.

three months you spent coming to her office every free period so she can closely watch you rewrite the papers she tore off before; three months you spent sitting alone in her lecture hall after her last class so she can teach you everything you were too distracted to listen to before; three months, and now, you're about to reap your hardwork.

"are you sure you're going to do this here?" mrs. romanoff asks with a sigh.

slowly, you noticed her forgo her intense professionalism towards you. she no longer ignores you, or humiliates you. perhaps, that's from your eagerness to learn, and slowly diminishing number of mistakes. but she greets you in the halls, and she lets you stay in her office more than she's supposed to; even when you're just doing nothing but scribbling on your notebook waiting for your next class.

"y/n! i got it," billy barged in.

billy stays in natasha's office a lot too. at least, before natasha calls it a night. anytime before then, especially when you two are busy, she only allows billy to stand outside.

you stand up, holding billy by his wrists and jumping in the nervousness you tricked your mind into thinking was excitement. you caught a glimpse of natasha sighing, her hand on her forehead in almost embarassment of the two children that's making noise in her office right now.

at some point, your dreams of natasha stopped. you were distracted sometimes, yes. but when you really need to focus, she makes sure to make you. and when you're alone in a lecture hall with mrs. romanoff, or in her office writing papers, she can get very scary when she wants to make sure you're paying attention.

but as billy got more involved with you and his mother; bringing you coffee when he can, or lunch when you both miss the time; waiting for the both of you to finish and going home together, you noticed the mrs. romanoff that only exists for billy. you notice the way mrs. romanoff would pack everything billy needs in her bag, or the way she subtly scolds her son when he does something stupid. you saw mrs. romanoff sweaters in her drawers specifically for when billy gets cold which he does so easily. some time last month, you even saw mrs. romanoff keep a bottle of billy's perfume on her desk for him to grab whenever he needs to. you started thinking of mrs. romanoff as more of your mother too. despite the occasional slips, you are always reminded that she is more of a mother to you.

especially when she cooks you eggs in the mornings, or drives you to school for when you decide to come a little earlier than billy. and when you saw how much mrs. maximoff loves her…

"goodmorning y/n!" you had just come done that morning somewhere over three months ago, and what welcomed you (and what has been welcoming you since then) was mrs. maximoff's voice all the way from the kitchen.

mrs. maximoff was washing the dishes, that's the sight you come down to every morning. but usually, there wasn't a plate of eggs, bacon and ham, on the island unless billy decides to cook for you which he hadn't since the first time since you'd wake up before him often. mrs. maximoff only whips you up some green juice to encourage a healthy lifestyle but you didn't see any of that that morning.

"come, sit, sit. natasha made you eggs," your brows furrowed. "she left you some vitamins to drink too. said you don't look like the type to drink vitamins."

you were in a haze from waking up so you only sat down and started eating. "you know, i always assumed mr. vision just goes to work early and comes home late before i found out mrs. romanoff was your wife," you said, your mouth stuffed.

mrs. maximoff chuckled, "well," she said with a pause, as if she was trying to reminisce. "we got divorced a long time ago, sweetheart. it's been seven years, i think," she said.

you weren't one to pry but you did anyway, "why?"

mrs. maximoff smiled before she looked down at her hands. that time you knew what she was going to say, "i met natasha," she said. it was a long time before she said anything again. "tony, vision's long time friend introduced natasha to our family. i knew natasha long before i had billy and tommy, but when vision and i got married, we went away, and i just sort of never had any contact with natasha."

you knew where it was going. you knew what happened. and somehow, for a little, you couldn't fathom the thought. "natasha and i got close. she frequents the house, she got closer to the boys while vision was getting more roped into work," she said. she said it so lovingly as if there was absolutely nothing wrong. "i left vision for natasha."

she was having an affair with natasha while being married to vision. it was obvious. or at least she was falling in love with natasha while being married to vision. eitherway, it's wrong. eitherway, it's love.

"was that why you were at the university last week?"

she smiled. "i was there to talk to nat," she said, then she looked down, carrying on the work she didn't realize she paused. "she and i were going through a rough patch, she moved out to cool her head, and i went to get her."

guilt pinched at your chest. you were going to go to mrs. romanoff's class later having known her personal problem, yet you couldn't resist. you wanted to know more. you wanted to know about her so she becomes less than the monster you always thought her to be. "you joke about getting a divorce…," you whispered though you knew it was enough for her to hear.

"i thought we'd have to," she chuckled bitterly. "but who was i kidding? she's the love of my life, how could i possibly survive without natasha?"

she couldn't. you'd come to learn that when you saw her longingly look at her wife every chance she got, as if her very existence were enough to make her feel alive. wanda would give natasha the biggest meat, or the parts of her food she knew natasha liked. she would pack her sandwiches for work, and oftentimes, even drop by the university to have lunch with her.

of course, they could never really have any alone time with you and billy. you all end up eating together, laughing, and making noise inside her office. natasha, who you thought would get mad over the noise, was just calmly sitting through it, occasionally smiling over her family which you'd come to be a part of.

"okay, mama. sit back for our shining grades," billy says, giving you the hardcopy of your report card that's inside a brown envelope.

you saw mrs. romanoff lean further into her chair, her eyes wandering over your faces. you couldn't disguise the nervousness anymore. you were nervous. especially with natasha in front of you. you all knew, in your minds, that natasha is the only one who would ever fail you. so to do this right in front of her, is only to see if she failed you again despite your hardwork. it's like opening a christmas present in front of your intimidating aunt.

you took a deep breath. you could never outlive the awkwardness if she did fail you again, and she's right in front of you to see your reaction. you might just explode.

"okay, babe. let's do it," billy says.

you started in internal count down.

1

2

3

1.6

your eyes widened. that was your lowest grade. and it wasn't from mrs. romanoff.

ENGLISH LITERATURE --- 1.0 BUSINESS ECONOMICS --- 1.0

while billy was busy eyeing your card, you were already looking at natasha who was only returning your gaze with a smug look on her face. it was only until billy gasped and attempted to hug you did you charge towards natasha who quickly stood up to welcome your body in her arms.

your heart exploded with joy. your efforts, the sleepless nights, the overtime, the swallowing the harsh words mrs. romanoff would throw at you when she notice you get distracted.

but most of all, it's finally living outside of mrs. romanoff's radar, it's finally seeing the nice side that billy kept insisting she had. it's having a family, and a boyfriend, and people who loves you. it's having a relationship with all of them, a relationship you'd never give up for the world that made your heart explode all the much more.

you hugged mrs. romanoff, and she stiffed. she didn't hug you back, or move. but you felt her warmth nonetheless, and you smelled the vanilla, and bergamot, and rosewater from her. you kissed her cheek, whispering a thank you for helping me, mrs. romanoff before running off to billy who lifted you and spun you around as you both basked in joy.

you both shared now an above 1.4 average and you can not be happier. you have a family who loves you, a boyfriend who's always been there for you, and good grades. there can be nothing else that you want.

"we're definitely getting good jobs with grades like these," billy says. looking at you, his eyes sparkling.

you giggled. "we're only freshmen, billy."

he leans down. "well, i'm very proud of you regardless," he says kissing you.

mrs. romanoff clears her throat, only then sitting down. "okay. get out now. i have work to do," she says.

you and billy went out with large smiles, occasionally squealing in between sentences as you walked down the hall. you… are now officially stress-free. you got what you want. your hardwork paid off.

you had a few remaining classes, and billy would pick you up from your lecture halls after each one. after your last period, billy took you out. "let's celebrate!" he said.

he took you to your favorite taco place. it wasn't really a date, yet he insisted it was. getting tacos, and going near the beach where food trucks were lined up are something you do on a usual day. but because of the boyfriend-girlfriend title, he insists that everytime you do something fun together, that it's a date.

of course, you were never really one for making the simplest date romantic, but you were never really a "romance" person either. billy was. billy always has been. and you appreciate his ability to find the love in even the simplest things.

you learned to do that because of him. everytime he wraps his jacket around you the moment it gets dark, you know he's doing it out of love. whenever he removes the vegetables from your food because he knows you hate them, you know he's doing it out of love. whenever he opens every door for you, and holds the umbrella a little more towards you, and ties your hair when it's windy, you know he's doing it out of love.

billy taught you to look at the little things.

and so everytime he pulls a chair for you, or puts food on your plate during dinner, or carries your things for you, it reminds you that you did make the right decision. that no one would ever love you as much as he did.

"let me take that," billy says, taking the plate you were holding but you didn't let go.

"listen to him, dear. he doesn't do any chores in this house. at least let him take the plates to the sink," you giggle at mrs. maximoff who was wiping the table.

you looked up, smiling at the way billy's damp hair hung over his forehead. you swept the hair out of his face, holding his cheek for a bit before looking down when you get too deep into his eyes. "you should shower, billy," you smile. "i can take this. you smell like the sea salt."

"listen to her, dear. she's actually smarter than you." billy rolls his eyes at her mother. "oh, i felt that billy!" mrs. maximoff says to which you laugh. she appeared next to you and billy, holding the other three plates you were supposed to come back to. "you should listen to your girlfriend, dear. she's might actually stop you from dying from your impulsive decisions," she says, putting the other plates on top of the ones you were holding. "now, go go. i'm sure y/n can manage," she tapped billy's arm twice, hurrying back to the table murmuring a, "swimming at the beach with your clothes on until night time. what were you thinking."

you smiled, bringing the plates to the kitchen while billy goes up to shower. mrs. romanoff was already there washing the first few dishes you brought earlies. "is that it?" she asks when you set the plates beside her.

"mrs. maximoff, are there any more dishes?" you shout over at the dining area.

"no dear! you brought the last of it," she shouts back.

you smile a bit. there's always that flutter that you feel when you feel the domesticity of it all. you never had this in your own home. and now you do.

"what are you thinking?"

you lifted your head with a "huh?" when you heard mrs. romanoff say something but the small interaction was interrupted when mrs. maximoff enters the kitchen, bringing the cloth she used to wipe the table with to the sink.

"you know, i could never understand why y/n dear won't call me mama," mrs. maximoff says with a huff when she began drying some of the dishes mrs. romanoff finished washing.

"well, i tried once. but with billy being my boyfriend, it just sounds too…," you passed behind the three older women to get to wanda's side and help out by putting away the plates she'd dried. "step-sister," you continue.

"well, maybe you should break up with him then," you hear mrs. romanoff say.

you didn't say anything, but you felt mrs. maximoff elbow her. "or she can just call me whatever she wants," she says to her wife then she looks at you with a smile, "oh, don't you listen to nat. she's just a little protective of her boy," you smiled. "oh let me take that from you dear, we're going to keep that away for the holidays," she took the cup from you before you even realizing, bringing the cups out of the kitchen for a bit.

you looked at mrs. romanoff who just turned of the sink after finishing the dishes, you smiled at her. "don't worry, mrs. romanoff. i won't take--" you stop when you feel her hand on your hips as she passed behind you and she swiftly moves you to the sink and takes your place beside it. you heart skips. she's making you slip again. but you can't, she's billy's mother.

"oh i know you won't take billy from me, dear," she says. "i was worried it might be the other way around."

you hadn't heard what she said because the moment mrs. maximoff came back, you ran off to your room. you were heaving. you clutched your hand against your chest, feeling your raising heart. "oh god," you sighed, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to fall on your bed.

it wasn't your first slip. there's been a couple when you thought of her other than billy's mother. when your hand would brush against her when you pass her a little too closely in the halls, when she'd place a hand on your knee when she's showing you what made your writing wrong in her office, when her hand would settle at a small part of your back as you walk towards billy's car in school. but you can't, she's your professor.

she's your professor.

she's your professor.

she's your professor.

she's your professor.

but you're masturbating to the thought of her.

she's your boyfriend's mother.

but your fucking yourself to the thought of her.

"you were moaning my name, y/n. you came to the thought of me."

no, but she's like a mother to you now.

"you were fucking yourself to the thought of me, not billy's."

your eyes popped open.

you were dreaming again.

except you weren't. you felt her breath against your skin, the ends of the hair that hung on one side of her head were brushing against your cheek, she was on top of you. mrs. romanoff was on top of you. you weren't dreaming.

"god, what are you doing to me…," she says, her eyes meeting yours. she was on her knees, your body in between her legs, and her arm holding her above you. "i can't stop thinking about you, you haunt me… you're making me feel all these things…," the way she whispered made you shiver. the raspiness of her voice was enough to revive the desire you so forcefully pushed down your very core. "i saw you touch yourself, i saw you cum, i heard you scream my name, please…," you feel her other hands softly tracing down your arm until she was able to take hold of your wrist. she used your very hand to tease you. she held your finger tips over the skin of your inner thighs, tracing patterns onto your skin with your hand. "let me see that again."

you heart was about to explode in your chest. but you didn't show her. for the first time in your life, you see mrs. romanoff at the lowest her pride could ever get. she was asking you for something, begging you. you saw the way she breathed against you, the way her eyes looked at yours. she needed you.

your inhibitions disappeared the moment you saw her on top of you. nothing else mattered at that point. you couldn't think of anything else that mattered aside from feeling her.

"say it," you whisper.

"i need you…," she said as a breath of air.

"where's your manners, mrs. romanoff?"

"please, i need you."

you would've done it without the please. but you wanted to push your luck.

the moment your hands met your aching core, your mouth opened. slowly, you started rubbing your clothed bud, teasing yourself with an initially slow pace that increased and decreased whenever you pleased.

you wanted the moment to last. you wanted the ache in her body to be so unbearable, she couldn't wait to fuck you. you didn't let yourself come, instead, you stopped everytime you were about to just to see her eyes darken in the pleasure you keep on taking away from her.

you kept eye contact. she saw every bit of movement your features made, the way your eyebrows stuck together, the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way your mouth opened and silently moaned.

she'd had enough when your face became smug after disallowing yourself an orgasm again. her eyes were much much darker. it was lustful, and angry, and impatient. your eyes widened in shock when her hand harshly wrapped around your throat to a point where you can barely breath.

"you like teasing mommy, don't you?" she growled. "if you can't give me one, then i guess i'll have to pull it out of you myself."

with one swift movement, she had your ass up, and face down on a pillow near the foot of the bed. she harshly pulled down your pajamas, exposing your smooth cheeks and your hole that hid behind your folds. "you'll have to be quiet, yes?" she says. smoothing over your ass with her palm when a hard slap suddenly lands on it. "i was talking you, wasn't i, dear?"

you whimpered. had she gotten slightly closer she'd feel the heat radiating from your core. because you could feel it. you could feel it and the wetness that dripped from your pussy. "yes…," you whisper.

another slap. "yes what, sweetheart?"

you were panting. you needed to feel her. "yes, mommy."

"good girl," she acknowledges. that sent you over the edge and she hadn't even touched you. the sheer acknowledgement that you were doing good was enough for you to moan. "aww, is my baby horny?"

you hadn't realized you were pushing your ass into her to no prevail of actually feeling her body against you until she held you still.

"just touch me…," you whimper, trying to break free of her hold by pushing further against her but she didn't let you, instead, she only held your hips much much tighter.

"now, who doesn't have manners," she says. you feel her move behind you, "but i'll let it slide this one time," she was talking like mrs. romanoff now. like how she would to you in class, or when she's mad. it made your stomach flip. "you know what, i never thought you'd be the type of girl to fuck your boyfriend's mother, yet here we are."

you grinned, getting out a quip. "you'd be surprised, mrs. romanoff--" you gasped when you felt something cold and hard against your pussy. it was running through your folds; natasha's nails digging through your hips as she controlled just how close your body gets towards her.

"then surprise me, princess," she tells you. it wasn't until you felt something align at the entrance of your pussy that you realized what it was.

"no, no, wait!" you stop her, your hands pushing it way from your entrance. "i'm a virgin," you blurted out.

silence.

for a moment, you feared that you may have ruined the moment. but that disappeared when you felt a kiss on your lower back. "then let's rip the bandaid off now, shall we?"

and then she bottomed up inisde you.

it was like your cunt was tore in half. your face stiffed, mouth opened, and eyes wide; your back arching and your neck almost cracking at how much it stretched back in pain. you couldn't imagine what greater pain it would be if she started moving.

but she didn't. instead, she let you cry into your pillow while you adjust to her size while staying completely still inside you.

you prayed she'd stay like that forever. you didn't want her to move at all. you didn't want to move. it would hurt. you don't want to get hurt. you wanted to stop. but then you feel her press wet kisses along your lower back, her hands were soothing your sides, and then you heard her, "you're doing so great, sweetheart," she whispers. "you're doing so good for me, darling. i promise you it's going to feel so much better. tell me when you want me to move, yeah?"

you took a few deep breaths. for a moment, you thought the butterflies were a call of desire. but no, they weren't. nonetheless, you asked her to move. you want to make her happy. you want to feel good. you want her to make you feel good. you trust her. someone who might have hurt you before won't hurt you now.

"please, move now…," you whimpered, your voice muffled from planting your face deep into the pillow.

"are you sure?"

you take a moment to feel, realizing that you've grown accustomed to the size. that you crave to feel something more now.

"yes," you say surely. "please move in me now, mommy."

you swore you heard her smile.

you feel her move, slowly. you tried to hide your whimpers in pain by pushing your face further into the pillow. "are you okay, dear? do you want me to stop?"

soon, the pain turned into pleasure. the pain wasn't gone, but the pain was what made the pleasure much a lot better.

"well, would you look at that," you could practically hear natasha's smug smile while she watches you bounce on her cock to your own accord, leading with your own rhythm to which she only followed. but she gave you too much control, she ought to take it back. "there's no need for stopping now is there?" she asks before yanking your head back by a fistful of your hair, pulling you so far towards her that you were raised to your knees and your back was completely against her. she wrapped more of your hair around her hand pulling your head further that it was laying on her shoulder. "then how about we go faster?"

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she started pumping faster, harder, deeper. a hand snaked under your shirt, her palm pressing against your skin, and it was like something had set you alight.

"oh god, i've always wanted to touch you," she whispers in your ear, her lips grazing over your love. "you make me so wet in class, and in my office, i just wanted to take you right where everyone could see you," she squeezed your breasts, fondled with it while pounding into you. and then you felt her hands travel back down. "you would like that, won't you dear? you want everyone to see how much of a slut you are for your mommy."

the moan you let out when her fingers reached your hardened bud was animalistic--so much so that her hand quickly flew over your mouth to cover it. "i told you to be quiet, didn't i?" she says sharply. you felt a something at the very pit of your stomach. you felt something tightening. you were about to see stars, and when she felt your walls tightening around her cock, she slapped your cunt harshly. "don't you dare cum when i'm talking to you," she growled, her pace not once faltering. "mommy asked you a question. don't you think it's rude that you're ignoring her?" you whimpered in her mouth, crying almost at the sever pleasure you're falling, but still graving more. she slapped your cunt again, this time, much much harder. the short moment when her hand landed on your clit was enough to make you moan into her hand. "answer me, slut. or i swear to god you will never get to cum ever again."

she allowed your mouth a little space between her hand so she can hear you. "mommy told me to be quiet. i'm sorry for being loud," you say, closing your eyes, swallowing down the moans that threatened your mouth, but one loud one slipped out.

"are you though?" she asks before her arm wrapped around you body while the other stayed on your mouth. a loud thud came from your room, when she angrily pushed you against your door, fucking her cock into you much deeper than what you thought was possible. "since you're such a whore, let them hear you come."

"oh god mommy, i'm cumming…," you cried.

she turned you around, her cock never leaving your insides. this time, your back was against the door, and your legs were wrapped around her hips. "fuck, keep doing that mommy, please. i'm so close, i'm so close…," you whispered, heaves of air leaving your body.

you closed your eyes, you back arching a little and your head tilting upwards to what the space between you and the door allowed. just right when you were about to plead for more, right at the very brink of finally reaching the stars, she grabbed your jaw. her nails were digging into your skin, and her hold, tight. you opened your eyes, meeting the green ones you never once thought you'd get to see this close, under this circumstance.

"you look at me," she says. "i want to see my little slut come."

and with one final blow, your body convulsed before her; your legs shaking as stars decorated your sight. she let you ride out your high, her hand making in on your mouth the moment it opened when you came.

she coos praises in your ear, soothing over your side until your body fell limp against her. you were panting while she carried you to bed.

and then she left.

she placed you on your bed, your body almost paralyzed, unable to move, and then she left.

she hadn't looked back. she just left closing the door behind her.

shame. there it was again. you hadn't gotten that feeling in a long time. you hadn't really dreamed of her in a long time, no feeling welcomed you in the mornings. but then here it was again. 100x more than it used to be. it ate you up.

the shame wasn't out of the two very special people who you just betrayed after doing what you did. the tears that fell from your eyes weren't from the shame of having acted on the lust you so long felt the mrs. romanoff. the shame was from embarassment. that she left you as if you were nothing. that you allowed her to use you, and violate you the way that she did, and leave you.

how could you allow that for yourself.

the horns natasha romanoff had grew back as you hugged your own body against your bed. and then you cried.

you cried until you hear your door open and by then you didn't really care to look.

"hey… are you okay?" your eyes shot open, hearing a voice you didn't expect to hear. she came back. she was standing beside you, bent over to see you more, and then she rests her hand on your arm. "sweetheart, is everything okay? why are you crying?"

i thought you left me. i thought you only came here to use me, and my body then leave. i thought you weren't going to come back. i thought you just went to get what you wanted. i… i… i…

"hurts."

"aww…," she coos, gently scooping you in her arms and carrying out the door. "well, i prepared a bath for you," she says gently.

you saw the bathroom light open from the gap beneath it's door. she prepared a bath for you. the moment the bathroom door closed behind her, she kissed your forehead. "you did wonderful for me, y/n," she tells you, letting you on your feet for a bit so you can remove your shirt. "i'm so proud of you."

then she carried you again, this time to place you in the warm bath she created for you. "let's wash you up."

you don't think you've ever felt more okay than you did with her now.

#ath: natasha romanoff #ath: natasha romanoff series (wasn't midnight rain) #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff series #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #billy maximoff #billy maximoff x reader #billy maximoff imagine #billy maximoff fanfic

[optimisticstudentangel]

Not so suddenly in love

Note: this is like a character study of Solomon, plus a fic. Hints of a slow burn from Solomon's side.

Solomon looks like a friendly and reliable person, but still he is not. Yes, he will help someone who is in trouble, maybe even sometimes initiate a conversation with this person or demon, but at one point he can simply disappear from the lives of these people without uttering a word. Solomon can allow a similar attitude to his old friends, let alone new acquaintances.

When you first met, Solomon was interested in you as a guinea pig. He was absolutely sure that you would not cause him great emotions, so Solomon occasionally found out some information about you. He was more intent on learning about the demon brothers than about somw ordinary human. But as time went on, he started to learn a lot about you on unintentially. The demon brothers themselves told about you, about how kind and strong you are. They were always praising you, all the conversations always ended up discussing you. Solomon didn't put the topic in the right direction for him, he let the demons talk about you. Little by little, he himself became interested in what was so special about you, and he began to ask Asmo and others to tell more about you.

After he learned enough about you from other's mouth, Solomon decided to act on his own. He was curious to find out who you are. To do this, he offered you help in mastering the educational material. Innocent enough, isn't it? And you were glad of his help, after all, you are the only human in hell, of course you want to have a strong friendly relationship with him. Solomon knows that difficulties bring people closer together, so he wasn't worried that you would refuse his "bait". He was slowly becoming a part of your life.

"Devildom is a very dangerous place, I suppose you know that well yourself?" - he was talking while he was wrapping up your wounds, which appeared due to the fact that you were in the field of view of hungry Bill. "I was lucky that I decided to make a visit to you at this time. I wouldn't want Beelzebub to devour you," he continued. "It's okay," you replied. Despite the pain tearing through your whole body, you tried to stay positive. Pulling a smile, you thanked Solomon. "You know, I think we should stick together," Solomon suddenly suggested. "Even though you have pacts with the seven lords of hell, I think the help of one more person would not hurt. Still, despite your newly acquired ties with demons, it won't hurt you to have a human friend who will understand your problems," he finally finished.

That day was well remembered for both of you, because it was the birth of your future close relationship with him.

He hammered into his memory the smile that followed his proposal. It was so sincere and bright, as if the sun decided to descend into hell and illuminate this cursed place. It seemed to him that his heart contracted at that moment.

Solomon, like a scientist, studied you and your every reaction in detail. He could invite you to take a walk in a dangerous place, give you an unusual potion, try to scare you. Not everyone will tolerate such an attitude towards themselves, but you still forgave him. You were throwing off his strange behavior, on the unusual nature of Solomon, it must be his character. And besides, his jokes didn't go too far, fortunately they weren't fatal.

In Solomon's defense, he did all this to get to know you better. A miracle happened for him, he was like a little kid who was hungry to learn more about you. It had been many millennia since he had last felt something like this. Therefore, he seized every opportunity to reveal all of you, to taste every slice of you. Can you blame him for that? And he really liked what he was learning about you. He was damn glad that he would find out about your features himself, without anyone's help, without asking the demon brothers to tell the latest news about you.

In return, he also gave you a dip in his depth. He let you slowly enter his soul, which no one entered for a long time. Solomon wanted you to be able to feel all of him, to reveal the veil of secrecy that he protects from those who so much want to know the weaknesses of this immortal man. He's not afraid to trust you and he doesn't give a damn if he regrets it later. You're more than a close friend to him. More than a potential couple. You're his soul mate.

#i like to imagine that despite his prideness he fell really hard for mc #yeah mc fell first but solomon fell harder #and he would also not believe it till the end insert clown emoji #obey me #obey me side characters #obey me scenarios #obey me solomon #obey me fanfic #solomon x reader #solomon x you #solomon x mc #solomon obey me

[jokeringcutio]

Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader

No one asked for this. I still wrote it. DARK TALE, adult/Mature Readers Only due to themes. IT IS SPRINGTIME, SO PREPARE FOR LOTS OF BABY AND BREEDING FICS BECAUSE I DO HAVE HORMONES. Summary: A urinary tract infection has Baby and Otis take you to the hospital. You think you find a way to escape, but there's more. A nightmare scenario, so you're warned. Fandom: House of 1000 Corpses & The Devil’s Rejects Pairings: Otis B. Driftwood X Reader, Implied Baby Firefly x Reader/ Otis B. Driftwood x Baby Firefly / Otis B. Driftwood x Corpses Warnings: Urinary tract infection, Pregnancy, hospital visit, Mentioning of necrophilia, murder, dubcon and noncon.

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You looked incredibly pale. Red spots were covering your cheeks, underneath your eyes. You were shivering, sweat droplets created a sheen on your skin.

“For God’s sake,” Baby said. “She’s really ill. Just give her something.”

Pain shot through your body at all times. Undeniable. Your fever was getting higher.

“I’ll have it checked,” the receptionist said from her spot behind the plastic screen. She spun slightly on the chair she was seated on, putting the little cup of urine – deftly wrapped in toilet paper by yours truly- on the desk beside her.

“Our doctor will probably want to look at you,” she then said, earning a growl from the man beside you. Otis had taken a step forward, teeth showing, but Baby had hooked her arm around his chest to pull him back. She flashed the nurse an apologetic smile. “That’s okay, right, brother?”

“It's okay,” Otis growled, reluctantly.

You winced again. “I really need to- to use,” you didn’t have to finish your sentence. The nurse gestured politely, and you rushed to the door you knew to find the ladies’ toilet behind. You’d been in there the first moment you had set foot inside the hospital. Sitting down brought no relief. It hurt. A fresh burn as you pied. You wished you could stay on here forever, but unfortunately, you had to be in the waiting area with the others. If only so Otis and Baby could keep an eye on you. After all, the two lovers and friends were in on this together and would not hesitate to maim you or do worse if they suspected you of well… anything really. You knew that Otis had been very reluctant to drive you to the hospital at all. He thought it was some kind of ploy you’d come up with to try and escape him and his crazy family.

In the truck on the way over he had made you promise not to give them away. Many times.

You were too delirious to think of running away. Not like this. You were ill and you knew it.

Hesitatingly, you pushed the door open and got out. Just in time to let another lady in. You groaned. The burning feeling in your lower abdomen increased again. Your pussy felt dry and painfully on fire. It had to be a urinary tract infection. It just had to be. You’d warned Otis so often to be mindful about hygiene but of course, he’d never listen. He wanted to take you raw, even if he was covered in blood or feces. Even if he’d just been inside of one of his dead cunts.

That you’d survived as long as you had was a bloody miracle you didn’t know you should praise the lord for.

Thanks to Baby, he finally drove the two of you over here. She managed to convince him that an infection might be potentially dangerous to you. And despite the many corpses lying about the house, the thought of adding you to his collection had miffed him. You didn’t know why. Why did he keep you around him at all? Why was he more pleased to fuck your warm and pulsing pussy than to breach your cold and dead one? What made you different from the other women in his bed?

You faked a smile when you spotted Baby and Otis among the other people in the waiting area. But just as you wanted to walk over to them, quite a feat in itself with the fever and pain you sported, the receptionist called you over.

“Miss?” she said, and you approached the desk, leaning on it for support. You brought your heated cheeks closer to the covid-screen. The little plastic protected the nurse behind it from germs.

“I can’t help to have noticed a certain gesture,” she said, looking at you pointedly. “Would you like to see our doctor by yourself?”

“Of course,” you instantly replied, all too eager to get those damned antibiotics so the pain could finally go away.

But the nurse shook her head, indicating you misunderstood her. “No, I mean, would you,” but she fell quiet when Otis suddenly loomed over you. He’d gotten up from the bench he and Baby had been seated on and had lazily walked towards you, only to wrap an arm around your waist and lean his other elbow on the counter next to yours.

“What’s this about?” he asked, cruel intent visible on his face. He wasn’t good at hiding his true nature, you thought. Probably never really had to do so before. Baby was much better at it. She could fool the whole town. Him, not likely. And suddenly it dawned on you that the nurse must have seen this as well.

Cruel boyfriend. Your mind raced.

“I was just asking your girlfriend,” and the nurse punctuated that last word deliberately to see what Otis’s reaction would be. He didn’t flinch, didn’t show any hint of it not being the case. You were his, after all. He had made it so. “If she’s on the pill.”

Now that had left you gawking. You’d been on the pill before. Before Otis captured you and your friends. Before he decided to leave just you alive.

“N-No,” you stammered.

“I see,” the nurse said, scribbling something down. She then looked up again and you felt her eyes rove over you. “Done it safely?”

“N-No,” you stammered again.

“Of course!” Otis exclaimed, a little too loudly. “I’m always safe with my girl.”

“No,” you stammered again, this time to him. You placed a hand flat against his chest. “She means if we used a rubber, you know?”

At this, Otis faltered. You could see realization dawn upon his face, the way his eyebrow darted up, and then how his lips twisted into a scowl. “That?” he nearly spat the word out, then turned to the nurse behind the counter again. “Sorry, love, but I don’t do that. I prefer to do it raw, like nature intended.”

Though the nurse’s cheeks turned slightly red, she retained a professional posture. “I see,” she curtly said. “You may be seated again. The doctor will come for you soon.”

You turned to Otis, fever eating your brain. “I need to go again,” you murmured, pain racking through your entire body. You felt like you were dying.

“Again?” Otis said, agitated. He let you go though, and you nodded, then rushed to the toilet, angry when you found it to be occupied. You bit your lip and prayed to the gods above that whoever was in there would be done soon. Otis remained drifting behind you. He kept his eyes on the toilet doors once you were in, never letting you out of his sight. He didn’t trust you. That much was obvious to anyone who was around.

~*~

“Clara, I need to speak to you,” the receptionist said, a nurse with a jaunty accent who had worked there a long time. The doctor turned to face her and raised a brow. “Yes?” she said.

“It’s about this patient,” the nurse said, and handed your file to the doctor. “Came in with suspicion of a urinary tract infection. Results came out positive. She came in with her boyfriend and his sister, all the way from a far-end ranch. But something doesn’t sit right,” the nurse said. She watched as Doctor Clara studied your file. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” she added.

The doctor nodded. “Think it to be a std?”

“Not necessarily, though we should probably check for that too,” the nurse bit her lip, then pointed at the file again. Crudely scribbled notes were at the bottom. Observations. The doctor, Clara, hadn't read them yet. Signs of alarm. Of Otis and Baby's entrance to the building, their loud remarks, the bruises the nurse had noticed on you.

“I mean the whole situation," the nurse said. "The boyfriend seems very possessive of her and the girl seems way too closed off.”

“Suspicion of domestic abuse then?” Clara softly whispered, understanding dawning in her eyes.

The nurse merely nodded.

~*~

When the doctor finally appeared at the edge of the waiting room and called your name, you were relieved to find it was a female doctor. You stood up and nearly rushed over to her, Baby and Otis on your heels and close behind.

“Hello, I’m doctor Oswald. But you can call me Clara,” the doctor said with a bright smile.

“If you could follow me,” she then hesitated and turned to look at your entourage, all eager to come in with you. “I’m sorry, I should like to speak to her alone,” Clara then said, erupting sounds of protest from both Otis and Baby.

“No, no, it’s hospital policy,” Clara lied, but your two kidnappers were too uneducated to notice. They huffed and finally, Baby took a step back.

“You’re gonna be good,” Otis said, a silent demand that hid a threat deep within. His eyes narrowed at you, a silent warning for you not to speak about what truly was going on here. You bit your lip and nodded, knowing damn well the danger of giving him and his family away. Clara didn’t miss the exchange though. She stood waiting with her arms crossed in front of her,

“Don’t be too long,” Otis then said, brushing a thumb past your lips. The dirt of the last corpse was still stuck underneath his fingernail, scraping past your parted lips. Clara observed silently, then faked another smile while she led you away from Baby and Otis’s preying eyes.

You sighed a sigh of relief once you passed the double doors into a white hallway. The air was much fresher here and it was less crowded than the waiting area. Plus, you were, for the first time in months, away from the people who had defiled you. Who made you do horrid things that even your own nightmares could never imitate.

“In here,” Clara said, she held open a door and waited until you’d taken your seat at the desk. Then she sat opposite of you. She placed her reading glasses on top of her nose.

“So, you came in here with symptoms that could indicate a urinary tract infection. We checked your urine and it will come as no surprise to you that we have found evidence of bacteria that cause these symptoms. If you like we can send it to the lab to see which bacteria are responsible,” she said whilst scribbling something down on a note in front of her. Then she looked up at you from over her glasses.

“I- er,” you hesitated, thinking of how Otis had flipped his lit against the receptionist earlier on when you’d just arrived here. He’d been ranting about money before you went to the toilet for the first time, and was still going on about not paying your medical bills by the time you came out of it. You had Baby to thank for wanting to pay for your antibiotics and wanting to pay upfront. You didn’t think it a good idea to try and push your luck. That Baby had wanted to go as far as take you to the hospital and pay for your medicine was short of a miracle. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

Clara looked at you pointedly, then looked down at her notes again and scribbled something down. “All right, so I'm going to prescribe a course of antibiotics. And you can use painkillers with that to ease the pain a little and dampen the fever. Can I just measure?”

You agreed. “Sure,” and waited for Clara to put the thermometer in your ear. She hummed displeased. “Pretty high,” she then said, and scribbled down the number. Yep. Pretty high indeed you saw. You didn’t think you’d ever gotten such a high rating before. It quite frankly scared you.

“Is there anything I can do to prevent this from happening again?” you carefully asked, thinking of all the times Otis had touched you. Could you truly prevent this from happening again?

“Well,” Clara started, pausing her writing while she looked up pensively. “There’s good hygiene, of course. Always pee after intercourse. Make sure you and your partner wash down below-”

“What if he er.. what if he doesn’t?” you carefully asked, interrupting her.

“Try and convince him?” Clara said, but something about her expression seemed to change. A doubt crept into her eyes.

You decided not to comment. Changing his mind or manners seemed improbable.

Clara took your silence as an answer in itself and shifted on her chair, looking at you sideways. “Have you had one bedpartner or more?” she then carefully asked.

“Uh…?”

She smiled kindly at that. “I’m just asking if we should check for STDs as well. You’re in a monogamous relationship?”

Here your cheeks heated up. “Uh…”

“I see,” Clara said, making another note. “Your boyfriend might have been seeing others?”

“Might?” The word spat out on its own, and you instantly sat back, pressing your hand to your lips in shame. “I mean, uh, he has. Several.”

“I see,” Clara looked at you with a gaze that said very little, then scribbled something else. “So we’ll check you for that as well.”

“No, no!” you instantly interfered, though your mind said ‘yes please’. You felt dirty, as if each and every of Otis’s touched was infected. Knowing where he had been only moments before, who wouldn't feel that way? “I mean, I’d love to know if I am clean but, you know, I don’t have any money.”

“I see,” Clara said again. Then she wrote something else down. “Is there a chance you might be pregnant?”

“I- I don’t see how that matters?” you asked, not believing your own ears. You didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want the possibility to even exist, even if your period hadn’t been around for weeks. Because just thinking about it was harsher than living in denial.

In fact, when you saw blood again for the first time in what felt like forever, you had been relieved. Happy even. You thought you might be in the clear. And those little cramps and belly aches were all due to you having to get your period again, so you told yourself. Until the symptoms got worse and you couldn't stand being a moment away from the toilet. Figures it was only due to the urinary tract infection that you bled. Otis would never have brought you here if the pain and symptoms hadn't been intervening with his routine to fuck you. He couldn't even get his cock in now. The thought brought a bitter smile to your lips. Like this, you weren't the toy he wanted. But then your body reminded you of the hurt it was going through.

Your spirits lowered and your shoulders slumped. You rested a trembling pale hand on your tummy.

“Well, it is important when it comes to the antibiotics,” Clara said, she turned to take a flyer out of a plastic box and handed it to you. “Many can harm the baby. So if there’s a chance of you being pregnant, I would need to know so we can give you something that won’t be harmful to the child.”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking surly at your own hands and refusing to look anywhere else, especially at her.

“Yes?” she said.

“There might be a chance. I mean, I don’t know," you admitted, though you hated to press the words forth, to feel them pass your lips. You hated the thought that a monster like Otis could have impregnated you. "He never, never used a....”

Your voice trailed off but you didn’t need to finish. Clara already had her notes from the nurse and already knew, though of course, you were unaware.

“We have a quick test to use for that,” Clara said, then took a look in one of the drawers of her desk. She revealed a little stick. “When was your last period?”

She placed the stick in front of her on the desk. A pregnancy test, you saw. Just the sight of it sent shivers of dread down your spine.

You muttered something.

“I’m sorry, come again?”

And you said it louder this time. The last time you had seen your monthly blood. It was too long ago. Clara’s look was one of compassion at that. “Are you scared?” she then asked.

“Terrified,” you admitted.

“How would your boyfriend react?” she then asked, and the question came out of nowhere, catching you by surprise. You felt you broke down, and thick tears started to stream down your face.

“You know you can tell me anything," Clara said, kindly but professionally. You appreciated her for it, for keeping her distance while sounding so honest and so caring. It only made matters worse, because you wanted to get out of this. You wanted to be free from Otis and the Fireflies and all of their deranged hunting and art and torture. But if you told her, would she believe you? And if she wanted to help you, could she?

They'd know, a little voice in the back of your mind said. They would know instantly that you told her. And they'd come and burn the hospital to the ground. You couldn't let that happen. "Everything you say will be between these four walls, unless you ask me to, share it with other professionals such as the police,” Clara hesitated and made sure you locked eyes with her before she continued. “I am willing to help you. And I have a feeling you’re in need of help. Am I correct?”

You nodded.

“Okay, first things first. Is he your boyfriend?” she then asked. Another surprising question. Another beat of your heart skipped.

You shook your head.

She frowned, then cocked her head. Her gaze had become sterner. “But you are living with him?”

“He is dangerous,” it came out unwanted, the words spilling like an overflowing river. “He is insane, his whole family is. I-I went missing months ago. No idea how long. Might be four months, might be three. Perhaps five or six. It feels like forever. You can look me up.” You gave your real name and watched how Clara typed it into the computer. You watched how her eyes lit up by the changing screen, how her gaze turned from stern to sympathetic.

“He did it. Well, they. All of them. They keep me on a ranch. I’m tied to his bed most of the time and he- he, god, I can’t even say it.”

“We should call the police,” Clara whispered, her fingers still bent on the keyboard.

“No,” you said, resolutely. “No.” Firmer now. “They kill people. Clara, you have no idea. They killed all of my friends. I-I am lucky, he only takes me. They kill whoever goes near them. But if you call the cops now they will know it came from you. From here. They’ll come and kill you next. And they always win.”

Clara let that sink in. “Murderers?” she whispered.

You nodded. “They call themselves Firefly. Pretend they're a family. O-Otis, the man who took me, who is with me, he, he’s a vile beast. He kills them, turns them into pieces of art. Decorates his room with them. Even uses them for- for,” you couldn’t say it.

“His sister as well?” she asked.

 “What? If he fucks her? He does. She’s not his sister. They’re friends with benefits or something. Always fucking each other. If he’s not fucking the corpses, that is.”

Clara visibly paled. “He fucks corpses?”

“Where did you think the infection came from?” you let out a shrill laugh. “Good god, one moment he’s in them, then he slides back into me. Enjoys it, he says. You see?” Your laughter fell short and you looked dejectedly at your own hands. “I can’t prevent this from happening. None of this.”

Then you looked up at her ashen face, paler by the horror she has heard.

“But I can protect you and the other nurses working here.”

Clara took her time to process your words. You watched her in silence. "He- He kept me alive," you said, whole body trembling whether due to the fever or due to your emotions. It was all too much. "God, why does he keep me alive?" Clara licked her licks slowly, then seemed to make up her mind. “This is serious,” she said.

“You believe me?” you asked, your body still trembling. You found it hard to believe the truth yourself, mostly because you didn't understand any of it. You didn't understand how you'd gotten from a nice sunny holiday with friends to being a prisoner in someone's house. You didn't understand how one moment your friends were smiling and happy, and the next they were cold and rotting. You didn't understand how your best friend had been chatting and telling jokes, and the next she'd been on Otis's bed while he thrust into her cold body before he flipped you over and took you in yours.

'So warm,' you still heard his hoarse words as he whispered them in your ear. 'Such a warm living cocksheet. It'd be a shame to make you cold like the others.' You wished he had. But by the gods, while you were alive you would keep fighting to live a little longer. You'd keep fighting till you got out of his hands and back to your real home. You realized that despite everything, you wanted to live. Clara was still looking at you and when you looked up at her, finally breaking out of your thoughts, you saw how she flashed you a small smile, then turned the computer screen toward you. On it, you saw all sorts of news articles, sporting your face. Not just yours. Your friends as well. Missing, it said. Presumed dead.

“You’re not the first victim of abuse case we’ve ever had in our waiting rooms,” she carefully whispered. “And you won’t be our last. But you are our worst. I want to rescue you.”

“You can’t,” you said, voice croaking. You rubbed your hand past your sore belly and stood up from your chair. “We’re taking too long. They’ll start to suspect something.”

“Sit down,” Clara said, her eyes boring into yours. And somehow, you did as she said. “I’m going to help you. Perhaps you won’t be safe right away, but you’re going to be free again. We'll think of something that won't endanger us, but will get you out. And soon." You looked at her in awe. It felt as if you could believe her. "But before all that,” she rose from her chair and walked to the door, then called out for one of the nurses to bring in a machine. “I just want to make sure.”

~*~

“It’s taking too damn long,” Otis said. His leg kept bobbing up and down while he ran both hands through his sleek white hair. Baby seemed just as nervous. “It’s just a quick urine check, right? What else could they possibly be talking about?”

Baby turned to him, her lips pressed into a tight line, clearly displeased. “I agree,” she said. She looked up at the clock again. Over ten minutes had passed.

“She’s run,” Otis said, groaning. “Dammit, you cunt. I told you. She faked it!”

“You’re telling me she faked her fever and her blood?” Baby scolded him, but she feared her brother might be right about the running thing. What if you had told the staff about them and what they had done?

“The police will be here any damn minute,” Otis continued whilst gritting his teeth. He curled his fingers around the fabric of his jeans, right at the knees. “Shit,” he cursed. “we should never have come here.”

Another look at the clock, then both were up on their feet. “Let’s go get her, before she can get away,” Baby agreed. They locked eyes, an unspoken agreement between them, and then they were off towards the double doors that lead to the different examination rooms.

“Hey, you cannot go there!” One of the nurses shouted. But despite not having a card to access the area, Otis managed to break the darn security system by smashing the button in, uncaring about the damage he had done. The two of them passed the doors, not to be stopped by any of the nurses who rushed after them.

“Where is she?” Otis shouted, glimpsing into the first room they came across. A different patient. Then to the next, this door was ajar. No one.

“Where is she?” he called again.

“Please,” a nurse behind him said. She tried to grab his arm but he shook it out of her grip and roughly pushed open the next door. Then he froze.

“I’m so sorry, doctor,” the nurse started, blabbering. “These two just came barging in, I tried to stop them, Oh, if you could come-”

“It’s not necessary,” Clara said, smiling up at the two intruders in the room. Baby was gazing down at you. The stern expression in her eyes faded instantly when she saw what was going on.

Otis was different. He stood frozen like a statue, hand still resting on the door and the other on the wall from where he had come barging in. His cold gaze betrayed nothing.

The loud rhythm of a beating heart filled the room.

And there, on the screen, was the first trace of what you had hoped never to be true. A child. Developing. Not quite there yet, but already recognizable as a human. You were farther in than you had thought The cold gel on your tummy was another reminder of everything that was wrong with this.

“They may stay,” Clara said, calmly, despite knowing she was looking at not one, but two murderers. “After all,” her voice was deliberately slow and low, making sure Otis would not miss it. “He is the father.”

~*~

Otis was uncharacteristically silent in the car on the way back. While you were clutching your bag of antibiotics close to your chest – Clara had given you some extra in case Otis fucked another corpse again and infected you before the police could get you out. The ultrasound images of the baby were, very fittingly, in Baby’s possession. It seemed she couldn’t stop staring at them, flipping through the few shots Clara had taken.

“Well, Mom will be proud,” she said, “She’s always been asking about grandchildren.”

Otis remained silent behind the wheel. You wondered if he truly was in the right state of mind to be driving.

“But to think after all these years it is you who will be expanding our family,” Baby clicked her tongue. “She’s gonna be delighted.”

You wanted to ask why Baby herself never had a baby before, especially with Otis. The two always seemed close. But you did not dare to ask. Instead, you bit your lip and felt how Baby placed her hand on your knee. Her eyes sparked with excitement when she looked at you.

“I think I’ll have to pick a new name now, I won’t be the baby of the family any longer,” she happily chirped.

Otis’s eyes darkened. His grip on the steering wheel increased, knuckles whitening and jaw tightening. You observed him, silently, unsure of his thoughts. Would he kill you for it? For accidentally falling pregnant? Despite it being all down to him and his vile habits of fucking you raw and often, taking delight in finishing inside of you until you overflowed.

No, don’t pick another name, baby, you thought darkly. Your hand slipped to your tummy, subconsciously protecting the life growing within. Clara had been right. There were two lives to save now. It wasn’t just you any longer. You just needed to survive a little longer and give Clara the time she needed to call the police without the trace leading back to her and the hospital staff. She promised she’d save you. She was clever. She'd come up with something.

Otis’s eyes met yours in the rearview mirror and you saw how they darkened. His lips parted. You expected a crude comment, a nasty remark, but in its stead came a warning that was perhaps even more bone-chilling than any comment you could have thought up.

“You’re gonna keep that baby, love,” he said, voice as cold as the dead corpses he kept at his house. “We’re gonna continue the Firefly dynasty one at a time.”

No, you thought. Please, God, No.

You hoped Clara would come and rescue you soon. This man was not fit to be a father. And you did not want your kids to live in a house full of corpses.

Beside you, Baby pressed a kiss against the picture of the baby and you knew your situation had officially gotten worse.

Far worse. ~*~ FIN ~*~ AN: I have had so many UTI's I HATE them. They are the worst. So this is half based on experience. I'd be scared to death if Otis ever got his hands on me I'd be getting those infections. I mean, man's not clean and safe. Worse than that would of course be to get pregnant of him. Also, feel free to hit me up with ideas/headcanons/imagine requests etc. I am currently working on a Patient Arthur Harrow x Reader Breeding Multichapter fic from moonknight, uploading a Grabber x Reader fic from Black Phone, and have a few Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader prompts pending. But I have been ill (not uti, just regular migraine followed by the flue) and I am working on two different costume projects (YES, I will attempt a Gaga costume again. Bet most of you can guess what i am working on). I know this isn't your thing. But I'll tag you anyway because it's OTISSSS @myers-meadow Love you hun <3 I'll be writing something new and fresh for you soon again.

Not betaread, will take out mistakes later on...

#Otis B. Driftwood #Otis B. Driftwood x Reader #House of 1000 Corpses #The Devil's reject #Slasher x Reader #Reader is pregnant #Reader is ill #Baby firefly

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Hear my pleas

This one’s different from my usual fics and set in an alternative universe where all the worst-case scenario outcomes had happened (set post BG3):

Astarion has ascended, his vampire spawn lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, is dead, Gale reached godhood, Shadowheart was killed by her Sharran kin, Karlach's beheaded for the sword of Tyr, Wyll and Halsin are dead along with the tieflings and the grove, Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion's lonely and tired. He has no one. Thus, in his desperation, he builds an altar for the God of Ambition and prays to him despite not expecting an answer. – His prayers are heard though.

Astarion x Gale

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, anilingus, anal sex, nonconsensual blood drinking, blood, biting, cum-eating, choking, dom/sub power dynamic, derogatory language, dubious consent, fellatio, face-fucking, violence, vomiting, spanking, sprinkle of praise kink, these men have trauma, character study, emotional rollercoaster, happy ending (I wouldn't stand it otherwise), unnamed Tav, they/them pronounce for Tav, original character, OC, post-canon)

Notes:

I finally forced myself to play the Dark Urge and to choose all the worst options 'for fun'. It wasn't fun. It hurt. Badly. Now, you all gonna suffer with me for a bit.

Also, just so that it's said: I do NOT support romanticising and/or defending violent behaviours, especially when it comes to sex!

In this fic, Astarion and Gale both know that what's happening is wrong.

The Netherbrain was defeated, but at what cost?

The Emerald Grove was dead and with it dozens of tieflings and druids, as well as Halsin the Archdruid and Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers. They had exchanged Zariel's attack dog, Karlach, for a sword blessed by Tyr – which hadn't been worth it at all. Shadowheart had been killed by her Sharran kin because of a betrayal the cleric couldn't even remember. Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain, both of them fighting 'till the end. Gale had become the God of Ambition, now dwelling in the Outer Planes. Astarion had finished Cazador's Infernal ritual and had ascended to an all-powerful vampire lord. He had turned his lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, into his first and only vampire spawn, granting them one single drop of his own blood to make them his spouse.

Everything had been perfect until Withers had gathered the three remaining members of the heroic group for a night of celebration. There, Tav had lost themself completely, giving themself over to Bhaal instead of Astarion, and attacked their lover, Gale, and Withers. The God of Ambition had killed them, incinerated them to a heap of ash, and the vampire lord had wept for the loss of his first true love.

Seven years had passed since then, but Astarion still couldn't find any joy in his immortal life. With his mad love dead, Astarion was alone again and once more at the brink of forgetting how to love. The Szarr palace had never felt like home and it still didn't, but Astarion had nowhere else to go. He hated the place, hated the servants who only bent to all his wishes because they hoped to be turned into spawns and gifted with immortality. He hated to host parties for the nobles, politicians, and other people in power because it forced him to put his mask back on and slip into a character that wasn't fully true to himself. He hated to be pleasant company and to show interest in people and things he didn't care about the slightest to secure his place in the city. He hated his life, his existence, and the worst of it all; he had to face it all by himself. Once again, Astarion was alone to survive the hells of eternity.

It was a breezy spring morning and Astarion decided to go for a stroll through the bustling city. His mindless wandering led him to the tabernacle near Basilisk Gate. He entered it, not knowing why he did so exactly, and came face to face with the statue of the God of Ambition. With a blank mind, Astarion stared at it, taking it all in. The long hair, the knowing eyes, the warm smile, the flowy robes. Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, the God of Ambition. No deity had ever answered Astarion's prayers in the two hundred years of torture under Cazador. No deity had ever deemed the high elf turned vampire spawn worthy of their attention or their help. Astarion despised them for it. Would Gale answer to his prayers, he suddenly wondered. Would the God of Ambition, his former tadpole-infected companion, listen to his pleas?

"Start praying or get out," one of the clerics told him angrily - and Astarion laughed maniacally.

The huge marble statue dominated the room, chiselled by the most talented artist of Baldur's Gate. On its round base, purple candles, sweet buns, a couple of books, and a silver chalice with high-quality red wine were placed. Only one last thing was missing.

At the reunion party, Astarion had noticed how much Tara had detested Gale all of a sudden, hissing at him whenever he'd gotten too close to her. Gale had seemed utterly crushed about it. Thus, Astarion had planned to summon a tressym for Gale to lure the God of Ambition to him – or so he told himself.

The vampire lord checked his ritual again. The runes and the circle were right, the candles placed around it, the incantation was in his hand and its pronunciation perfected over the last two months. The potion that allowed him to understand tressym speak had already settled in his stomach. Astarion remembered what Gale had told Tav when he'd showed them how to access the Weave (no, Astarion hadn't been eavesdropping. He'd just been nearby accidentally). He hoped his plan worked.

Astarion lit the candles, tried his best to connect to the Weave, and uttered the spell. The runes started glowing and a breeze wafted through the room.

Please work, the vampire pleaded and repeated the ancient words that sounded foreign even to his old elven ears. Suddenly, a ball of fur popped into existence, dropping right into Astarion's arms.

"Oof, apologies. I'm usually much more graceful," spoke the tressym with a feminine, warm, young-sounding voice.

The vampire laughed and hugged the creature tightly. He'd done it. It had worked! The tressym let out a sound of distress and he finally gave her space to breathe again.

"Apologies, I'm just very excited. I wasn't sure if the ritual would work. I'm not too well-versed in higher magic, you see. My name's Astarion, by the way, and who have I the pleasure to meet?"

The tressym looked up at him and the vampire was met with the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. The long, fluffy coat was snow-white and her nose adorably pastel pink. She was stunningly beautiful.

"I'm Kalina. Nice to meet you Astarion. Why did you summon me? Forgive my question, but I'm still young and was never called upon before."

"Oh... well, you see, I –" Astarion paused, suddenly embarrassed and unsure how to phrase his request. The tressym awaited his answer patiently. He sighed deeply. "Look, there are two reasons why I summoned you. Firstly, I'm a vampire lord and I have no desire to create any spawns. I'm alone in this palace and have no one to share it with and I crave intelligent conversations. Secondly, I have - had a friend who was a talented wizard. He lived with a tressym that he adored, but then, he ascended to godhood and his tressym started to hate him for it. Gale seemed sad about it and I.... well, we both are lonely, I suppose. I'll try to call for him, pray to him to meet me once again, and I thought he might be persuade if... you know, if I had someone like you by my side to sweeten the deal a bit."

Astarion hated how he stumbled over his words like a bumbling amateur, but Kalina didn't seem to mind.

"I understand," she snickered amused. "You need me to wrap him around your little finger. To lure your lover back."

"He's not my –"

"Mhm." The tressym smirked as much as a cat can smirked and hopped onto the stone floor. "How about you offer me a nice meal, hm? I'm your guest after all."

At that, Astarion snorted an amused laugh, but guided Kalina towards the staff's kitchen in which he'd already stored a bunch of tressym-friendly food. Just in case.

Kalina decided to stay for a while and help him with his plan to get Gale down to the mortal realms. She turned out to be excellent company and Astarion started to understand why Gale had loved his 'dear old' Tara so much.

Finally, it was time. Astarion kneeled in front of Gale's statue, folded his hands, and closed his eyes reverently.

"Uhm, hello Gale, God of Ambition. It's me, your old friend Astarion. You're probably wondering why I'm praying to you. Funny story actually... If you could spare a moment, I'd like to talk to you after all these years. I'm... well... I'd like to see you again. – Please."

Astarion huffed, irritated about laying his heart bare. He hated it. He opened his eyes and stood up. His prayers were neither heard nor answered, and if they were heard, they were masterfully ignored. Bloody typical. Astarion couldn't prevent an angry snarl forming on his face. With another huff he turned around, stomping towards the door.

"Hello Astarion."

The addressed froze dead in his step, then, he whirled around with a gasp, eyes wide in disbelief. Behind him stood the God of Ambition. His skin shimmering silvery blue, wrapped in a dark purple toga. His eyes glowing with white light. He looked exactly as Astarion remembered him, not having aged a single day.

"Gale," the latter croaked out. He wanted to rush across the room and hug the other man, but his pride stopped him from doing so. Astarion didn't want to seem desperate, weak, and pathetic. Thankfully, Gale acted instead, embracing the vampire warmly. The latter was barely able to keep from sobbing.

"You came," he whispered. "You answered my prayer."

"Of course." The God of Ambition smiled. "It's an honour to be remembered by an old friend who went through the same horrors as I did."

"There's no one else left," Astarion spoke, close to tears. "We're the last ones standing."

Gale sighed, looking sad.

"I'm aware," he nodded. Then he turned around to look at the altar Astarion had made for him. "Impressive. And put up in your home... that's – I'm speechless, really."

Astarion snorted, replying: "I don't think it's possible for you to ever be speechless."

Gale chuckled at that and tasted some of the wine that served as an offering.

"Mmh, what a lovely vintage. Velvety, with a hint of blackberries. Wonderful choice."

The vampire preened. To him, all drinks tasted like vinegar and all foods like ash, thus, he was happy he'd picked the right wine.

"I got something else for you. Well, not something you can own, but... Kalina?"

"Yes?" purred the tressym, slinking through the door.

"Oh!"

Gale's eyes went wide in delight and surprise, a huge smile spreading over his face. Kalina looked at him.

"Ah, the God of Ambition has heard your pleas, I see," she spoke, the amusement audible in her voice. She moved closer to him. "Gale, wasn't it?"

"A tressym," the addressed breathed, ignoring the creature's question. "Oh, and what a beautiful specimen."

He bent down to sweep Kalina off the floor, cradling her close to his chest. She purred happily and rubbed her head against his shoulder.

"Your friend's delightful," said the tressym. "He knows exactly how to scratch my chin just right. You could learn something from him."

Astarion laughed.

"You cheeky thing!"

"Huh?" Gale looked at him confused and seemed flustered. Only now, the vampire realised that the other man thought he'd addressed him. Frowning, he asked: "I used a potion to understand Kalina. I thought you're well-versed in tressym speak."

"Uhm, no," muttered Gale, lowering his gaze. "I enchanted Tara's collar to give her the ability to be understood by everyone. I don't speak tressym."

"Oh..." Astarion was dumbstruck. He hadn't known and had just assumed. "Well, she says she likes you and you have talented hands, darling."

He winked suggestively at the last sentence and swore he could see Gale blush despite his silvery skin. The latter cleared his throat and asked: "Why did you call for me, Astarion?"

"Am I not allowed to wish to speak to an old friend?"

"Of course you are. It's just... unusual. I didn't expect you to call for me. We got along fine, but you never seemed that fond of me. If I remember correctly, you called me annoying at every occasion."

"Tsk, tsk, Astarion," tut-tutted Kalina and the addressed started fidgeting.

"I just -" Words were lost on him. It was so difficult to say the truth. Gale looked at him. Those intelligent eyes boring themselves into Astarion's ruby-red ones and straight down into his soul.

"You're lonely," the God of Ambition stated matter-of-factly.

"So are you," Astarion snapped back, angry that Gale saw right through his façade. "Don't tell me there are parties up there in the Astral Planes? Or did you reunite with your beloved Mystra? Fucking her again, now, that you're finally deemed her equal?"

Gale narrowed his eyes, the air around him suddenly crackled with purple magic. Kalina hissed in surprise and a flare of fear, jumping out of his arms and fleeing the room.

"You're just trying to rile me up because you're mad I struck a nerve," the God of Ambition spoke calmly. Of course, he was right and gods, did Astarion despise it. The latter bristle, putting up his defences.

"Why?" growled the vampire.

"Why what?"

"Why did you answer my prayers?"

"Because it's my duty."

"Ha! Fuck off!" Astarion cackled uglily. "There's not a single god that answers their devotees' prayers! Don't be ridiculous, Gale."

The addressed frowned, his mouth a thin line, visibly miffed.

"Would you prefer it if I say that I came because you deserve to be heard?" he asked then.

Astarion glared at him, his ruby-red eyes full of fiery rage. Baring his fangs, he roared: "Don't you dare! Don't you dare pitying me!"

"I'm not."

"Of course, you are! You always thought you're above me, above everyone else, because you were Mystra's Chosen! You were always haughty, but now that you've reached godhood, you're so much worse! You scolded me for being power-hungry and for ascending, but you did the exact same thing, Gale Dekarios!"

The addressed inhaled sharply, the air around him crackled again. The electricity of the magic made Astarion's hair stand on end.

"Vampire ascension changes a person," Gale replied. "It kills all your feelings. Your soul. You're not yourself anymore, Astarion."

"You know nothing about me!" roared the vampire lord. "I'm no longer a pathetic, scared spawn. I'm finally strong enough to force anyone to their knees and ensure my safety. I no longer have to run and hide."

"But at what cost? Your siblings and seven thousand innocent victims are dead. And so is Tav."

"Don't speak their name! You have no right! They were mine and you kill them!"

"They were a Bhaalspawn, Astarion. They attacked us at the reunion party. I had to save us."

Astarion screamed. His bat wings split the skin and shirt on his back and unfurled to their full glory. Usually, he had himself under control, but apparently not today.

"They were mine! They were my perfect vampire spawn spouse. Mine, forever!" Astarion heaved a breath he technically didn't need to breathe. He felt dizzy and nauseous all of a sudden. With another scream, he collapsed onto the floor. "They were my mad love."

"Astarion..." Gale moved closer, kneeled down beside him and pulled him into an embrace. The vampire sobbed, not remembering when he'd started to cry.

"I'm sorry," whispered the God of Ambition and kissed Astarion's temple.

The latter went very still under him. They had never really touched each other before today and the quick, mindless kiss was definitely unexpected. Something bitter and ugly coiled in Astarion's stomach at the gentle affection he received. He wanted to hurt Gale, to punish him for what he'd done to him and to his beloved spawn.

"I should kill you," Astarion growled viciously. "I should make you pay for what you’ve done."

"Then do it."

The words made the vampire's thoughts come to a screeching halt and he stared up at Gale.

"What?" he whispered.

"Punish me, Astarion."

"No, that was just –"

"Do it. Make me pay for killing Tav. For berating you for your choices. For not being able to save the grove from Tav's bloodlust. For not being able to save Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Minthara. If you believe I deserve it, then, punish me for failing you and everyone else."

Gale's words stoke the fire of hatred in Astarion again. He felt violent and the wish to hurt the other man grew with every second. The vampire gave in to his urges and grabbed a handful of Gale's hair, yanking his head back painfully, gleeful to see the other man wince.

"You'll regret your words soon enough," sneered Astarion. "You'll wish you haven't left your cosy little spot in the Divine Planes."

He saw Gale swallow thickly, eyes big and nervous, and felt a sick kind of satisfaction. Astarion tugged on the other man's hair again, ordering: "Stay where you are. Don't you dare move."

The vampire stood up and retracted his wings, sneering down at Gale.

"You're exactly where you belong; on your knees. Soon, you'll beg for mercy. – Now, take your clothes off."

The addressed squirmed, but snapped his fingers and his clothes disappeared. Grinning, Astarion traced the branding of the Netherese Orb on Gale's chest with his fingers. The dangerous fracture of ancient Weave was still stuck there, emitting a subtle purple light under the vampire's pale fingers. Now though, with Karsus' Crown and Gale's godhood status, the Orb was permanently stabilised and had become a part of Gale, just like the rest of the ancient magic.

Astarion dug his fingers deep into the silvery blue skin, feeling its warmth and the chest hair. Gale grimaced and hissed at the pain. The vampire revelled in it.

"Look at you," he mocked. "At my feet. What would the other gods say if they knew, eh?"

"I don't care," answered Gale, and strangely enough Astarion believed him.

Suddenly, the vampire smacked him across the cheek with an open palm. The God of Ambition gasped, looking up at him. Shock and surprise written all over his face. Astarion laughed and hit his other side. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed loudly through the room.

"That's not enough," Astarion voiced his sick thoughts. "You need real punishment."

With that, he took a step back to open his belt and free it from his trousers. Gale's eyes widen in realisation. Astarion sneered. He was ill in the head and he knew it. Still, he ordered: "Get up, hold onto the base of your statue, and bend over."

The addressed trembled slightly when he obeyed and hid his face behind his hair as he lowered his head between his shoulders. Astarion stalked closer, sliding his fingers along the leather belt.

"Good," he praised and Gale shuddered slightly.

Interesting... The vampire cracked the belt over Gale's right butt cheek with force, revelling in the sharp cry of pain he coaxed out of the other man.

"Yes. Sing for me, pet."

Another hit, another cry. Astarion grinned, lost in a mixture of rage, arousal, and sick fantasies. Drunk on power. He landed another two blows on each butt cheek before he stopped. Gale was panting elaborately now, arms and legs shaking slightly. Astarion leant forwards and licked up a rivulet of black blood that welled from where Gale's skin had broken. The vampire made a face at the taste. It didn't reek of bile anymore like it had before, but there was something sharp and acrid about Gale's blood.

"You still taste disgusting."

At that, the God of Ambition chuckled lightly.

"Apologies. My body contains even more Netherese magic than before, thus, I'm sure it –"

Gale's reply ended in a yell when Astarion racked his sharp fingernails down his back, leaving bloody trails behind.

"You're still talking too much," the vampire said coldly. "I guess it needs more drastic measures to shut you up."

Astarion pushed Gale back down on his knees again and forced his jaw open with one hand, pressing his thumb into his mouth to pry it open. With the other hand, he freed his dick from his trousers skilfully. Gale's eyes widened in fear, but Astarion couldn't hear his pulse quickening. Actually, he couldn't hear a heartbeat at all.

Right. Gale's a god now. Immortal like me, the vampire realised, slightly bitter about it.

"What? Never sucked a cock before?" he taunted, releasing his grip on Gale's jaw to let him speak.

"Mystra liked to change her form sometimes. Thus, I know how to –"

"Don't speak that bitch's name ever again!" spat Astarion, riled up. "That bitch doesn't deserve to be worshipped nor anything else! Least your attention. She's the reason for your folly."

Surprised, the God of Ambition looked up at him. Oh, how Astarion wished the other's eyes were still as brown and expressive as they’d been before his ascension to godhood.

"I – Apologies. I didn't know it would upset you so much, but you've asked if I had any exp-"

"Shut up and suck me off, pet," Astarion interrupted him harshly, grabbed Gale's jaw again, and shoved his member into the other man's mouth and down his throat. The latter made a choking noise.

"Don't be dramatic. You don't need to breathe anymore," Astarion taunted and the addressed glared up at him. An ugly grin split the vampire's face. "How does it feel, God of Ambition? On your knees and used like a toy by a mere vampire lord. Where are your godly powers now?"

At that, Gale slightly bit down on Astarion's cock as a warning. The latter gripped the god's hair tighter, hissing: "Don't you dare."

To Astarion's surprise, Gale obeyed and his jaw went slack again, letting himself be face-fucked by the vampire who moaned blissfully. Astarion's eyes rolled back in his head as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled down Gale's throat.

"That's it, darling," he groaned. "Take it."

And the God of Ambition moaned as he swallowed the vampire lord's cold seeds. Astarion bit his lip to hold back a whimper. It felt so good. So loving.

He'd tried to find joy in sex again ever since Tav had been killed, but nothing and no one excited him anymore. Everything felt fake and wrong. Either because Astarion forced himself to enjoy it, or because whoever joined him in bed only did so because they were terrified of him or wanted something from him.

It didn't feel fake or wrong now. The only thing that felt wrong was forcing Gale to go along with what he wanted, but Astarion didn't particularly care about that right now. He still panted as he stared at the ceiling of the Szarr palace. The place that once had been his prison, had become his unwelcoming, cold home. Astarion hated it. He blinked slowly before looking down at Gale. A genuine soft smile appeared on the vampire's beautiful face.

"So good for me," he praised and couldn't keep himself from gently running his fingers through Gale's hair. "You can release me now."

That he did. Gasping for air and coughing, Gale looked positively wrecked and Astarion felt smug and almost satisfied, but when the God of Ambition initiated to stand up, the vampire spoke sharply: "I'm not done with you, pet."

The addressed froze.

"Astarion, I think that's quite enough. You had your revenge."

"I decide when it's enough! As I said, I'm not done with you, God of Ambition!"

In a sudden outburst of anger, Astarion backhanded him across the face, sending Gale onto the floor again. Sneering, Astarion placed a foot on the other man's chest and pushed him backwards onto the cold marble floor.

"You took everything from me," growled the vampire lord.

At that, Gale bristled.

"That's not true! You did this to yourself, Astarion! I warned you. I warned you that the ritual would change you and it had. It took away all of your humanity."

"Humanity?!" roared Astarion and cackled. "I'm an elf! I never had any humanity in me in the first place!"

"You know what I mean! Look how cold you're acting now. No more empathy. No more feelings. No more heart. No more love."

Snarling, Astarion bent over Gale, bringing their faces so close together that they felt each other's breaths on their skins when they spoke.

"My heart stopped beating over two hundred years ago when I was turned into a spawn. My heart's long dead – and so is yours now."

Astarion grabbed the other man's thighs and pushed them upwards, purring: "You better use that grease spell on your rear or I'll take you dry."

Gale's shocked, almost terrified, expression wasn't as satisfying as the vampire lord had hoped for.

"Astarion... please..."

"Any time now, Gale!" the addressed snarled, baring his fangs.

The God of Ambition looked hurt now, and even though he was trembling in fear, he muttered the spell.

"What an obedient pet," praised Astarion and pushed all the way into him until he bottomed out.

Gale screamed hoarsely, tears running down his face as he dug his nails into the vampire's shoulders. The latter set a violent pace, revelling in the other man's cries, and started to choke him just for fun. Gale wheezed, gasping for air. He obviously didn't need to breathe anymore, but his brain apparently hadn't gotten the memo yet.

"Astarion... please..." the God of Ambition begged, gulping in ragged breaths and the addressed squeezed his neck just a little tighter for a second to taunt him before releasing him. Gale's eyes rolled for a second as he gulped in lungful’s of air in a panic.

"We're not so different, you and I," sneered Astarion. "We both ascended, became something far more powerful than others could ever dream of. We're both immortals and can inflict terror in anyone. You're as power-hungry and greedy as me, Gale."

"If I... if I could turn back time," the addressed sobbed. "I'd stop you from ascending and I'd return the crown to Mystra. We both lost our humanity, our hearts, and ourselves. We sought power to prove ourselves, but we lost everything dear to us in the process. Now, there's only loneliness for us."

"Shut up!" yelled Astarion and buried his fangs in Gale's neck. His blood was vile and insulting, but also held power, so much power. Pure magic. The vampire wondered briefly if he'd become even more powerful if he'd drain the other man dry, or if the Netherese magic would kill him instead. He didn't care either way.

Gale choked on a sob, but continued talking.

"I'm sorry I failed to save us. I'm sorry I couldn't save you from yourself. I regret it. Forgive me... please."

His body went limp under Astarion, his hands losing their grip on the vampire's shoulders. Almost panicked, the latter, stopped drinking from him to stare at the other man instead. Astarion grabbed Gale's face with both hands, slightly shaking him.

"Don't die! You're a God, you can't die! Don't you dare leave me alone!"

Groaning, the God of Ambition opened his eyes.

" 'm not dying. Just... tired... can't...."

Suddenly, Astarion felt vile and it finally hit him what he'd done. He let go of Gale as if the touch had burned him and slipped his softening dick out of him. The vampire scooted back on his bare arse, horrified of his actions, before bending sideways and retching onto the floor. Gale's black blood was a stark contrast to the white-grey marble floor.

"Ugh..." Astarion groaned miserably and dry-heaved again. "I'm - I'm a monster. Just - just like - Cazador."

His eyes flitted back to Gale who winced as he sat up. All the fight had left the vampire and he trembled now.

"Why?" His eyes spilled over, an ugly sob escaping his throat. "Why did you let me hurt you like this? You're a god, you could have easily overpowered me."

"Because -" Gale wheezed. "Because it seemed like you needed it. You're lonely, sad, and hurt. Let me help you. Let me ease your suffering."

"Gods, you're the worst," Astarion cried and, before he could get cold feet, he crawled back to kiss the God of Ambition. He didn't expect the thrum of magic that zapped through him like lightning, even though he should have. Gale was glowing with old Netherese magic after all. It wasn't unpleasant though, thus, Astarion didn't pull away. Gale moaned – loudly, desperately, wantonly, needy – and deepened their kiss as he wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck. The Orb in his chest started to pulse with purple light, illuminating the cold marbled room. Astonished, Astarion gently stroke the mark with his fingers, hissing at the crackling magic there.

“It - it glows?”

“When - when I’m excited, yes,” Gale panted, slightly bashfully. Then, he added: "I'm - I am too."

"You're what, darling?"

"I'm lonely, sad, and hurt too. I no longer want to be alone. I miss having company I can trust."

"Yes," sobbed Astarion, desperately clinging to Gale's shoulders. "I miss it too. Please, Gale, please don't leave me. Don't go back to the Astral Planes."

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to stay in the mortal realm, but I want to."

"You're a god. Can't gods do whatever they please?"

Gale sighed, answering: "Not always. It's complicated. But I stay as long as I can and if I must go, I'll come back as soon and for as long as I'm allowed. – If that's what you want."

Astarion nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, I want that. Please, Gale."

"Yes," answered the God of Ambition simply and the vampire lord kept weeping.

3 months later

Astarion awoke from his reverie to the chirping of sparrows and screeching of seagulls. He stretched lazily under the white sheets, sleepily gazing at the sun-dappled room in Gale's tower in Waterdeep. Next to him, his lover stirred and Astarion turned to look at him. Gale looked ethereal as always. Like Astarion, he didn't need to sleep anymore, but he loved the sentiment of it.

"Good morning, darling."

Smiling softly, the ascended vampire lord stroke the God of Ambition's cheek, marvelling at his soft, long mane and silvery-blue, warm skin yet again.

"Good morning, dear," said Gale, voice husky from sleep.

Astarion leaned over to kiss him gently and Gale hummed happily. The vampire rolled on top of him easily, deepening their kiss while stroking his lover's hair out of his face. For a while they simply kissed, entangling their tongues, while rubbing against each other. When it wasn't enough anymore, Astarion asked: "Darling... may I?"

And Gale nodded, easily parting his legs around the vampire after the latter had pushed away the blankets.

"So gorgeous," praised Astarion before engulfing his lover's erection with his mouth.

Gale sighed blissfully, running his fingers through the vampire's white curls while closing his eyes. The latter stretched out his hand and, with a flick of Gale's wrist, a bottle of oil flew over to him. Astarion caught it easily, pouring some of the oil directly onto his lover's perineum and coating his fingers with it. Then, he started to carefully prepare Gale. Fingers pumping in and out of his hole while sucking him off. The God of Ambition panted and moaned beautifully as the Orb in his chest started pulsating with purple light. It was music to Astarion's ears.

"I'm ready," Gale panted and the vampire looked up at him, mirth sparkling in his ruby-red eyes.

"I don't deem you ready yet, darling," he retorted, basically bent his lover in half, and dove his tongue into him.

Gale almost yelled, clawing the sheets as he let out a string of moans.

"Astarion... Astarion..."

He repeated the name like a prayer and the vampire revelled in it. Gale's fingers tightened in the sheets, his hips spasming.

"Astarion!" he warned, sobbing.

The Orb in his chest started to glow brighter and brighter. The vampire knew his lover was close, thus, he kept going. Gale climaxed with a hoarse shout, spilling his seeds over his own belly and torso, and the light of the Orb exploded, making the god's entire body glow purple, almost as bright as the sun. When the light diminished, Astarion finally let go of Gale, placing one last kiss on his hole. Then, he bent forward and licked up his lover's still warm spent. When he was done, he wiggled his tongue into Gale's mouth to let him taste himself. The latter moaned and kissed back eagerly. Finally, the vampire entered his lover, slowly and carefully.

"You're so beautiful," he praised, gazing at the man beneath him through half-lidded eyes.

The God of Ambition blushed, intertwining their fingers.

"So are you," he whispered.

They kissed again, deeply but tenderly, as they made love (yes, love. They weren't fucking). Gale moaned blissfully and Astarion let out a harsh breath every time he bottomed out and his eyes threatened to roll back in his head. The vampire licked his lover's sweaty neck before biting down gently and drinking his vile but oh-so addictive blood.

"I love you," mewled Gale, throwing his head back on the pillow, and, with a loud moan, Astarion reached his high, spilling into his lover. Even through his closed eyelids, he could see how Gale emanated purple light once more. The vampire collapsed onto the God of Ambition, removed his fangs and licked the wounds until they stopped bleeding. With a deep sigh, he placed his head on Gale's shoulder.

"I love you too," he whispered.

He's content when the other man wrapped an arm around him and held him close. They dwelled like this for a while, recharging.

"I want to stay like this forever," revealed Astarion, slightly bashful.

Gale smiled, tenderly stroking the scars on his lover's back.

"Well, technically, we can," he answered teasingly and the vampire snickered.

"Yoo-hoo, Astarion, Gale!" lilted Kalina as she scuttled through the doorway and jumped up onto the bed. "Good morning, lovebirds. May I remind you that I am neither a god nor a vampire and need real substance to survive. It's already elven o'clock!"

The men chuckled amused and Astarion replied: "Of course, Kalina. We're very sorry that we forgot the time. I'll feed you right away."

With a happy purr, the tressym hopped off the bed and rushed towards the door.

"Ah, one more thing." She turned around to look at the pair with her pretty blue eyes. "I've spoken to Mrs. Dekarios and Tara and they've both agreed to visit you tomorrow."

"Really?"

Gale smiled broadly and happily. These were the moments Astarion missed his lover's human form. He'd always had such beautiful, expressive, warm, brown eyes. Now, they were simply two pools of bright, white light.

Kalina nodded.

"They're compliant on the condition that you'll meet up regularly and behave decently. No ascended, godlike behaviour and such."

"That can be arranged," Gale replied, smiling fondly.

Astarion simply nodded.

"Wonderful," the tressym purred. "And now that that's settled, I'd like my very plentiful brunch, if you'd be so kind."

Barking an amused laugh, Astarion swung out of bed, put on one of Gale's robes, and followed Kalina to the kitchen. The God of Ambition got up too, walking to the window in his birthday suit, and watched how the wheels of time and life spun.

'Fate spins along as it should' Withers had said, and he'd been right.

With a deep sigh, Gale gazed at the sea.

If I could turn back time, I would, and I'd change so many things, he thought woefully. But it's impossible and we must live with our decisions.

He smiled when Astarion wrapped his arms around his middle from behind, kissed his shoulder, and muttered: "Come back to bed, darling. I want to ride you until the sun goes down."

Even though our fates seemed dark, we've found the few specks of light in the darkness, the God of Ambition thought as he was led back to bed by his ascended vampiric lover.

Over the past three months, they'd realised that they both were still capable to feel and to love. Their true selves still existed, underneath all the power and ascension. The men clung to them more consciously now, not willing to let go of their humanity, hearts, and souls. It was a wonderful revelation.

Astarion and Gale would live forever, but they'd also love each other forever.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x gale #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #oc #original character #Kalina the tressym #smut #non con #mind the trigger warning

[pearlywritings]

A birthday surprise

synopsis: lately the work became a never-ending exhausting routine, throwing everything else out of Childe's head. He is lucky to have you though, always ready to remind him of important things that could possibly escape his attention. Guess what? Today is the case...

pairing: Childe x fem!reader

tw: fluff + smut, established relationship, masturbation, kinda bath sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, mix of praise and degradation, a tiny bit of Sir kink, usage of Childe’s real name

word count: 7.1k+ words

a/n: I am SO late, but I really wanted to finish this fic, espesically since the moment I’ve got a small scene in my head about the Palace after watching the Fatui Harbingers’ trailer. Sorry for this belated present, you, ginger dumbass, and I hope you, whoever read this, will enjoy.

samovár (Rus) - literally means “self-boiler”. A metal container traditionally used to heat and boil water for tea

dédushka (Rus) - grandpa

chertóvka (Rus) - here is “wicked woman”

Finally, this farce of yet another meeting is over. Ever since Signora's death the amount of work increased astronomically and the moments of rest were extremely rare. Orders upon orders, decree after decree and meetings followed with dozens of new ones… The Fatui organization has probably never been this lively and the meeting hall has not been occupied so often.

The palace feels like a freezer compartment, it’s much colder than the outside, sending chills on anyone’s skin even with all those layers of warm clothes, so Childe can’t help but let out a small smile in relief once the grand front doors come into view. The carpet is cracking under his feet like an ice crust, echoing in an empty hallway, with nothing but smooth walls and pillars with occasional tapestries hanging here and there, glorifying Her Majesty Tsaritsa and her trusty group of 11 - well, now 9 - Harbingers. Huh, such pathos within the overall lifelessness of the place, how miserable.

The train of thoughts in his way, only half done, is disturbed by one of the underlings approaching the man. With expressionless face Childe stops in his tracks, letting the guy come closer and bow respectfully. Honestly, he is exhausted right now, wishing for nothing more but to leave this place and go to rest. It's a wonder his shoulders do not drop right now in dull pain.

“What’s the matter? If it is work related, bring it to my office and leave it there. I'll check it tomorrow.”

“I am afraid it is urgent, Sir,” a hand comes into the ginger’s view and a small hint of surprise reflects in his eyes.

“A permission badge? Whose that?”

“That’s the thing, lord Tartaglia, we do not know,” the speaker shivers at the very clear annoyance suddenly radiating from the Harbinger and hurries to correct himself. “B-but, this woman also showed us a paper signed by the Fifth Harbinger, that granted her access up to the second level of palace and authority to ask the low-ranked Fatui soldiers for whatever she may need. She made a request to tell you she’d like to meet you in the palace gardens.”

Right, the gardens. Always covered in snow, yet everlastingly beautiful, this place was the level two in the Zapolyarny Palace structure. But why would Pulcinella grant anyone this kind of permission? Is it some kind of a business partner his curator wants him to meet? Well… was it not for “The Rooster” Tartaglia would’ve dismissed it, but it’s not like he has much of a choice - as much as he respects his superior, his lectures can be waaaay too long and energy-consuming.

“Alright, and where is this mysterious stranger?” The man takes the badge and puts it in an inside pocket of his overcoat.

“The guards led her to the pavilion in the west part, she must be waiting there.”

Childe nods and, after dismissing the guard, turns around to walk back to the exit closest to the said part of the garden.

He wasn’t lying, thinking of the place as beautiful: white marble statues, frozen fountains and snow-covered hedgerows that create an intricate maze, where anyone not accustomed could get lost. The Harbinger doesn’t waste his time on beholding all of its charms, wishing for nothing more but to get over with whatever and come to his residence to write another stack of letters for his family and then catch at least a couple of hours of a so needed sleep.

Ah, at last, the pavilion. He sees two Fatui agents standing outside, guarding the ‘guest’. There is a thin almost translucent ribbon winding from the inside and up into the air - as he gets closer he spots a steaming samovár on the table. Oh, the hospitality, he rolls his eyes, subtly nodding to the two men bowing to him, and putting his foot on the first step of the wooden stairs. 

“Greetings, lord Tartaglia,” the woman decides to start the conversation and Archons does Childe halts in his way. Deep ocean eyes dart up and take in the figure clad in a black fur coat with a hood covering her hair. Hands, holding a teacup and a saucer, are clad in equally black gloves with a very familiar embroidery on the backs of them - he himself brought them from his last visit to the capital and gave them to you.

It is really you, his heart screams in joy, when his eyes connect with the ones he’s missed so much. Your orbs stand out and shine even brighter now that you wear a mask, which hides the top half of your face plus cheeks, offering him a perfect view of your pretty lips, pink from the hot tea you’ve been drinking while waiting for him.

Oh, right, you’ve been out there expecting him, and he almost decided to not meet you back then! No, that absolutely won’t do.

“Dismissed,” guards flinch at the sudden command, but, not daring to disobey or even question one of the Eleven, they bow again and quickly leave the scene. Childe waits a moment, then some more, all the while listening to their retreating steps and not breaking eye contact with you. Once sure it is quiet, the world moves too fast. There is a clink of china and then clicks of the heels on the wooden floor - those are the only sounds the man hears before he practically runs up the stairs and catches your body in a tight embrace and instantly hoists you up. He relishes in a soft squeal, twirling around with you in his arms, having an almost iron grip under your backside to not drop you.

“Love, put me down!” you demand in a hushed voice. Oh, your voice. Columbina may be the most magnificent singer of Snezhnaya - but the way you sound is better than everything capable of producing the most exquisite noises in the whole land of Teyvat. It caresses his ears so tenderly, he wants to hear more, he missed you so much - missed your scent, your caresses, your words, reserved only for him, your mere presence...How can you ask him to let you go? Surely you are not that cruel.

“Childe, seriously! What if someone sees! And after all the work I put into coming here unrecognized for you and your job’s sake!”

You are so cute when you scold him, and the lovesick smile he gives you instead of putting you back on your feet, only fuels you more. Maybe if he kisses you, you’ll be more-

“Tartaglia, no, no kisses, NO,” ah, you know him too well - one of the reasons he loves you. But he can’t love you without being a little shit, can he?

“I will grant your wish only in exchange for a kiss,” he turns his face a little, presenting you his cheek, prettily rosy from cold. A sigh leaves your lips - he’ll make sure to kiss them again and again in private - and eventually you land a quick peck to his skin.

“Will that suffice?”

“For now it will,” he grins, finally settling you down, but not yet releasing your waist from his firm but careful grip. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were visiting mama and papa. Did something happen? How did you even,” he brings one hand away and into his inside pocket, fishing the badge out and showing it to you, “get Pulcinella sign all this stuff?”

“Wow, wow, easy there, gingerhead,” you tease him and snatch the metal token, pocketing it. “One question at a time. If it is allowed, could we take a walk? Honestly, even with a hot tea it’s freezing to just sit. That is if you have time of course.”

“Do not worry, for you I do. So,” he draws his hands back and motions to the outside of the wooden construction, “let’s head out then. We’ll pretend you are just some business partner, deal?”

“Oh my, such a quick shift in behavior,” you tease again, stepping out and back on a scrunchy snow. “That’s what I call a professional.”

Your lover only smiles, restraining himself from taking your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist, even though he really really wants to.

As you are slowly strolling through the big maze, you answer all his questions. First of all you tell him all the latest news from home, reassuring that everyone is fine, but very sad he can’t make it this month. Actually, that’s half of the reason you arrived in the first place. How did you manage? Well, the last time Pulcinella visited to pass some gifts and goodies to his younger siblings, you were there, watching over them, and while kids were busy looking through all the stuff the “kind dédushka* P” brought them, you two got into conversation. The Fifth Harbinger is aware of the relationship his mentee and you have and, being quite different from his colleagues, he doesn’t believe relationships between people to be a distraction. Especially in this case, when Tartaglia is clearly motivated whenever you come into picture, determined to improve and progress. Archons, the elderly man already considers you Ajax’s fiancee (the ginger is at fault, but none of you actually mind, being quite sure that eventually it’ll be the case).

So, with your concern of seeing your lover rarely expressed and weighing all the risks and benefits from an upcoming decision, Pulcinella laughed and said: “You are a good young lady, and I know how smart you are. Don’t see a problem of granting some privileges to Tartaglia’s future wife.” And then a couple of days later you received all the papers and the badge, accompanied with a Fatui designed mask for you to use.

“Exactly his words?” The man muses and reaches to unbutton his overcoat and loosen his scarf a little. You give him a stinky eye, letting your act waiver a bit to slap his hand away.

“Yes, exactly his words. I know the things your superior is capable of and I am so glad he developed a soft spot for us.”

“How could he not?” Childe gives it another try, but you once again force his hand away. “Especially when you are such a kind and caring soul. And the way you tend to my younger siblings? Everyone who ever catches even a glimpse of it will have their hearts stolen,” just to humor himself he lifts the hand to his buttons again, only to watch you giving him a ‘seriously?’ kind of look. He chuckles, raising both hands in surrender.

“Childe, you are such a child sometimes”, you shake your head, stopping when the pavilion comes into view once again. Looks like you made a round somehow. “Do you really want to catch a cold right on your birthday?”

Your lover stops immediately. By his widened eyes and a dumbfounded expression it becomes clear to you - he forgot.

“My what?”

“Your birthday. This is probably the main reason I am here. When you sent that last letter and wrote there you wouldn’t be coming for a while, everyone understood, but still were very upset, especially poor Teucer. I didn’t want him to pull the same stunt he did with his travel to Liyue - and the capital is much closer to Morepesok, - so I talked to your parents and we agreed on me coming to see you and bringing you all the gifts, cards and words of congratulation. I must admit, it was hard to calm your youngest brother down and explain why I can’t take him with me to the toy factory, but I managed, eventually.”

You give your lover a moment to process the information. You can practically imagine the gears moving inside his head, tearing the cobwebs of tiredness and leading all his thoughts to the realization.

“It’s today. Today is my birthday,” Childe looks blankly at the snow at his feet. A moment later it’s almost like he snaps out of a haze.

“Oh Tsaritsa, I forgot.”

“I figured,” you chuckle, taking a step closer and cupping his cheek. “But that’s alright, love.”

“It is?” the look he gives you almost makes your heart clench. “I always make sure to come home to celebrate with everyone!”

“They know, and they understand. They only wish for you to be well, and I can assure you - while I am here, I will look after you and your health. Want me to swear with a pinkie promise?” the teasing lilt in your voice returns a smile to his face.

“No,” a big palm envelopes yours and he turns his face to plant a kiss on the inside of it, “no need, I believe you without any vow. Thank you for coming, I truly appreciate that.”

The softness that reflects in the depth of his orbs brings a similar one to your face.

“Of course, everything for my dear Ajax,” his name leaves your lips in a hushed manner, but even barely audible it sends a fluttering sensation straight to his heart. He can’t conceal his affection any longer, he needs you in private.

“Where did you stop?”

“Oh, the hotel “Imperial”. I thought it wouldn’t be suspicious if lord Harbinger visited something this luxurious.”

“Forget it. Leave me the room number, I’ll send someone to fetch your things and bring them to my residence.”

“Wait, your residence? Wouldn’t this be alarming? I mean you, bringing someone random over?” he can feel your concern, he sees the doubt in your eyes, a smile fading a little, and he almost wants to tease you for having so little faith in him. Though he decides against it.

“My people are trained well, they wouldn’t even think of questioning anything,” a reassuring squeeze of your hand gives you only a small bit of comfort.

“Either way, shouldn’t we exit separately? Playing safe and all that stuff?”

“Come on, at least three people already know I am meeting someone. Besides, you are my new business partner, remember? Pulcinella’s permit isn’t offered to every other person, no one would ask you questions once you show them the signature. Now come on!” he tugs on the hand he’s been holding this whole time, setting you in motion and then letting go of it. “Let’s get going before it starts getting dark.”

Hours later the warm water envelopes your body, making it pleasantly tingle after the time spent out there in the cold. Strong scarred arm loosely rests around your middle, the very tips of the fingers gently tickle under your ribs. The man behind you is humming something contently, keeping the other arm on the edge of a huge tub, with yours laying on top of it, fingers intertwined. Just this simple moment of peace reduces the exhaustion in his system to a minimum, and Ajax gratefully presses kisses along your shoulder - a very markless shoulder.

“I know what you are thinking about…” your voice is so relaxed, and body goes limp against his. Your free hand comes to rest on his bent knee before you continue, “but I don’t want to put a strain on your body.”

“A strain on my body?” he huffs. “You know how strong I am, and I am getting stronger every day. Unless you don’t want to?”

Your gazes connect again and you feel an arm on your waist shift. The little shit knows you are in no mood to scold him right now, getting too much pleasure in having a bath with him.

“I wouldn’t say I don’t, it’s just… My things will be here only in the morning, and that new lingerie I bought specifically for you will go to waste.”

"Don't say that," a kiss to your cheek and a squeeze on your hip. "You can wear it for me tomorrow. Today I am way too tired to unwrap a gift," at his dramatic sigh you give his knee a small slap, making him grin widely. "What? Given the conditions of never-ending work without a glimpse of finish ahead of us, your arrival is the best gift I could've asked for on my birthday - which I forgot about. But you not only reminded me of it, but became the most splendid part of it."

"Glad to hear that, Ajax. On the other hand you are right - maybe I should leave this new set for later, wouldn't want you to tear it right away."

"Love, I can't help it! You are perfect and I am no commander of my desire for you." 

You laugh at it and he joins you in the merry sound, nuzzling the side of your head with his nose, inhaling the sweet aroma clinging to your skin. Finally having you this close with no one to interrupt makes it painfully obvious how much he actually missed you, even if he didn’t give this yearning much thought. Now, when it registers in every little nerve of his body, Childe grows restless. It feels like fire ignites in his bones (despite him being a Hydro user) when he glances at your face and then down the rest of your body hidden under the water. He could manipulate the density of it to caress you and set the mood, but the urge to feel you directly overpowers the initial idea.

“Babe?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Oh? Aren’t you touching me already?” you shake your linked hands and then point at the one resting on your hip. Your lover blows hot air against your ear, making you giggle and press it to your shoulder.

“Stoooop!”

“Haha, sorry, sorry,” nope, the wide grin he hides behind your hair speaks of how not sorry he, in fact, is. “But you know what I mean. Can I touch you more intimately? Consider it a present for the Birthday Boy?”

You glance back at him, witnessing an oh-so-familiar begging look in his eyes, which you know is absolutely faux. However he is right - you can’t just leave him without a gift today, the ones arriving tomorrow, well, they will be tomorrow.

Once you give him a firm nod, that pleading expression disappears as if by a spell, turning it into a look of excitement and hunger. His head dips down, while yours tilts back out of habit and it's too late when you realize your mistake - hot wet kisses are placed all over your throat. A blissful sigh passes your lips, but doesn't stray too far before a strangled moan chases it. A finger found its way between your spread legs and is now lazely toying with your clit while kisses turn into nipping and sucking, littering your skin with lovebites.

"A…jax…" you whimper, arching your back and squeezing his hand still resting on the edge of the tub.

"Yes, baby… moan my name with that lovely voice of yours…" he now uses two fingers to stroke your slit to test your wetness. Your shoulder is next to fall victim to his attack, getting more and more marks with every passing second. You don't make any attempts to stop him, only writhing in his arms so needily, legs trembling in attempts to stay open and tits bouncing with every jolt of pleasure that passes through your body.

"You are so responsive to my touch," he starts rubbing your clit in tight quick circles, making your thighs shake with each pass over your bundle of nerves, relishing in your cries. "I've neglected you for a long time, yeah? I am sorry, princess, I'll make sure to fix it, just cum for me one time."

The lewd words practically groaned into your ear make your walls squeeze around nothing and you cry in frustration. You hate how fast this man could shift the mood from relaxed to horny and reduce you to a moaning mess, controlling your desire for him and playing you like some kind of a musical instrument. You need to get out of this bath, this position, this hold to get an upper hand, but right now you can only pathetically squeeze his fingers and knee, splashing the water with how much you move around.

"A-jax, let's go to- mhaaah! The bedroom!"

"Come on, Y/N," he bites the shell of your ear, pinching your bundle and making you squeal, "I feel your pretty little clit twitching. Give me one nice release and we'll continue in the bedroom, I promise."

You start grinding on his fingers, faster and faster, letting go of his his knee and grabbing the other edge of the tub to ground yourself. Childe shifts behind you, sitting straighter and sliding your body a bit lower to be able to have a better view of everything. He is drinking in the sight of your tightly shut eyes, parted lips, producing the most melodic sounds, neck and shoulder with red little roses blooming on your skin, hardened nipples, poking from under the water and then disappearing beneath whenever you rock and arch your body, soft mounds of your breasts that make his mouth water and the pulsating heat between your legs he mercilessly stimulates.

“I’m close!” Yes, he can sense it, applying even more pressure on your clit, pulling the tightly knotted string in your stomach until it snaps and your thighs clamp around his hand. You throw your head back against his chest, arching and spasming, mewling his name in a blissed out voice. Childe, being a good (even though often unfair) lover, helps you ride your orgasm out, pressing his lips to your forehead and gently caressing your hand with his thumb.

“You’ve done so well, princess. My sweet slutty girl, moaning like this just from my fingers,” ever the master of both praise and degradation he eases you up, slowly retrieving his hand and resting it on your stomach, rubbing it in soothing circles.

“What was that for??” still trembling you are trying to catch your breath, processing that it’s been the first time in a couple of months when your lover has touched you this way. Your own hands are never enough ever since you learned the pleasure he can provide, so, even if you are slightly mad at him for a sudden attack on your mentally unprepared self, the satisfaction overshadows it.

“Come on, babe, you gave me permission,” argh, that eat-shitting grin of his. “Don’t remember you specifying anything.”

Damn, he’s right. Well, you mentally shrug your shoulders, doesn’t matter, this orgasm was amazing.

“Besides…” he catches the lock of your dump hair, curling it on his index finger. ”It’s been years ever since I’ve gotten my position and this residence, and neither this bath nor the bedrom has ever been dirtied by sex. Now we fixed it, it almost feels the same as back home. Let’s proceed to the bedroom now!”

And that’s his proving point!? Un-fucking-believable.

The short-lived shock dissipates once you are in the said bedroom. You do not even have time to take a better look at anything, as Childe is kissing you like a man starved, groping you whenever his hands can reach and leading you straight to the king-sized bed you’ve managed to catch a glimpse of on the way to the bathroom.

“Sooo,” the ginger - who no longer looks like he hasn’t slept for days, running on caffeine only - stretches the syllable, and you know, something is coming, “does Birthday Boy get a blowjob from his loving girlfriend?”

Ah, there it is.

“Seems like this loving girlfriend’s Birthday Boy is too demanding and greedy,” you send him a challenging look, to which his grin only gets wider, baring the perfectly white teeth. Wants to play a predator? Fine, you’ll prove to him once again that he is not the only one who can be in control. It’s your turn now.

“Well,” hands plaster on his chest, feeling the muscle he’s been working day and night to develop, and then slowly and sensually slide all the way to the shoulders, “I can’t really say no, right?” with a firm press you get him where you want him - sitting on the edge of the bed. “Fulfilling wishes is a part of celebration after all. Spread your legs, handsome.”

Of course he is making a scene out of it, putting one hand behind on the bed to support himself and then wrapping the other one around his half-hard dick. He is slowly stroking himself, as his legs slide open, making enough room for you to kneel on the floor.

“I bet you are thirsting for it, aren’t you, princess?” The sweet teasing man disappeared with tiredness having been moved to the background. His natural confidence blends with obtained arrogance, which lifts its head and shows a fanged mouth. Is it going to intimidate you? Not anymore, as you know all his sensitive spots. You swear, soon he’ll be begging you like crazy to not stop your ministrations.

“I bet you are thirsting for my mouth,” retorting back only earns you a deep chuckle. Getting on your knees and situating your palms on his thighs though gives you a twitch of his length. Oh, how cute.

“Well, lord Harbinger,” you slap his hand, making him release the almost hard cock, “let’s see how tough you are.”

“Haha, amuse m- gh!”

The man squeezes the comforter with his support hand, fisting and wrinkling the smooth material. You smirk cheekily, running just the tip of your tongue along his slit again and he gasps, a beautiful shuddering inhale taken. Just to be sure you lick again and then start trailing butterfly kisses down the downside of the length, only to harshly suck on the base, making your lover choke on his own breath. Childe couldn't live without some pain in his life and you, being a ‘loving girlfriend’, do not mind to provide.

"What is it, oh mighty warrior? Cat got your tongue?" You roll out your own, dragging it all the way from the base back up to the head, stimulating every bulging vein, flexing the wet muscle so it would apply some pressure with the tip. Not really caring for his answer you blow chilly air on slickened flesh and with satisfaction see how it twitches, releasing pearly bids of precum. Fingers squeeze on his thighs when you feel his hand finding its way on top of your head. But before he can regain some composure and start commanding you around, you take the flushed head between your lips, sucking, working your tongue around at the same time. Another choked gasp which already sounds close to a strangled moan and you can't help but glance up at him.

Oh, Tsaritsa, your boyfriend is a sight to behold. Eyelids lowered, giving you just a small glimpse of his ocean eyes; cheeks are adorably red, beautifully looking close to his ginger locks; lips parted just slightly, even though you see his lower lip a bit swollen - probably bit it in an attempt to collect himself. Chest is rising and falling, and the sight of his well-defined pectorals moving makes you purr, sending the vibrations straight to his cock and making the man slightly arch his back.

Hm, usually he is more in charge and less receptive just to annoy you when you blow him, but maybe the lack of sex for a long period of time is the case, and he simply hasn't gotten used to the tricks you play on his body whenever your skilled mouth is included.

Well, all better for you.

You are sucking and bobbing your head, taking not much of him - concentrating on his favorite spots around the tip - and making some use of your hands. Oh how much he loves when you pair sucking him off with dragging your nails on his abdomen or inner thighs, almost scratching him. These bits of almost tangible pain make his cock leak harder, feeling your mouth with a bitter taste. Often you leave angry red lines behind, sometimes not enough to draw blood, other times drawing just a little, sending your man into a frenzy.

Today is not the latter case, as you are not trying to overstimulate Ajax, only excite him more than necessary. And by the way he tilts his head back, heavily panting, the tight grip in your hair and legs crossing behind your body, with heels digging into your lower back, you have all the indicators he is close.

And you pull away completely.

Childe's head snaps back upright almost immediately, eyes blown wide and staring at you, at your shiny with spit and his precum lips, at the slow manner of your thumb dragging over them, cleaning the mess of fluids. He can feel the same mess running down the underside of his dick, small globs pulling at his balls and dripping down on the floor.

"W-why did you stop?" He tries to not sound whiny, though a small hint slithers its way into his tone. You give him the most charming smile you're capable of, letting go of his thighs and grabbing his knees, forcing his legs to uncross and return to the position they were in the very beginning.

"Because it's time for the present~ You've had just enough of the birthday cake, we wouldn't want you to be too full, overwise you'd have to leave it for tomorrow."

With these words you get back on your feet, admiring your work from a new angle. A masterpiece as always.

"But sitting like that won't be all that comfortable… why don't you sit closer to the headboard, hm?" Your fingertips graze his flushed cheek, gently following the contour of his jaw and the man nods with a small gulp. How cute. Just a couple of minutes ago he was looking at you arrogantly, thinking he was going to be in charge of his own pleasure, and now one of the Harbingers is gazing up at you with figurative hearts and stars in his eyes, eager for your every move and word.

Not ten seconds later he is already lying against the pillows put against the wooden surface and you are climbing on top of him, claiming his hips like you belong there.

And you do.

The moment your crotches are close his hands find their place on your hips, kneading the flesh.

"Impatient, are we?" He only huffs at your teasing remark, growing more agitated when you do not put his cock right inside of your warm and tight pussy but start grinding it all over his length, smearing the wet mess all over his lower stomach.

"You… chertóvka*!" His words are meant to bite, yet you find them highly amusing, coming from a man of his state. Such a pity that a couple of days more and he'll take a hold of things again, making you regret everything you've done to rile him up by repeatedly fucking you into this grand bed. Or maybe not only the bed, this residence is huge after all.

Finally Childe thinks when you line his cock with your hole and begin sinking down. Oh Archons his mind screams when your tight walls wrap around his manhood. Your mouth already was a mercy to his sinful body and soul, but your sweet, eagerly sucking him in pussy must be a blessing. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, choking a suppressed whine out of you, and it takes all of his willpower to not just thrust into your heat - he’ll leave it for later, once you get used to his girth and length again, ready to get demolished.

The room is filled with heavy breathing and your quiet moans as you grind and bounce a little to loosen up and accept more of him inside. Your lover praises you in a hushed voice, reaching his thumb to rub your clit.

“M-maybe I should’ve used the lube,” you gasp, taking an inch more, walls fluttering around the rest that is already nestled inside. His caresses help you relax but it's been so many months since the last time…

“You are doing amazing, I promise” the man assures you, circling your bundle of nerves faster. “It’s just a few more inches, you got this, just please don’t stop completely.”

It may be the desperate edge in his words, or the pulsing flesh inside of you, pushing thick veins against your sensitive walls, but you grit your teeth, fist your hand on his hard stomach, and let your pussy swallow the final inches in one go. 

A broken moan tumbles from your lips, a choked noise escapes from the depths of his chest. 

Your head hangs low, while his is thrown back, eyes tightly shut.

Sweat is beading and running down the back of your neck, while on him it gathers between furrowed brows.

You can't stop slightly shaking from how full you are, he can hardly keep his legs pressed to bed, to not have the temptation of planting his feet firmly on the mattress to draw his hips down and back up, giving you both what you've been craving.

A minute passes, then one more. You slowly catch your breaths and get adjusted to each other. Staying connected like this shows just how long it has been since the last time you two were together.

The gingerhead is the first to come back to his senses, gliding his wide palms over your hips and sliding them right to your ass, cupping each cheek and starting to carefully grind you on top of him. Oh, what a delicious whine he hears and an excited glint in your eyes he witnesses. Carefully rocking your hips, you grab the headboard for leverage, testing the waters and your all once again found limits. It won't take long to push the maximum line further, but for now you have to be cautious, and Ajax understands that, watching all of the reactions attentively.

At some point your gazes link and you give him a smile, which he happily returns, reaching out for your cheek. Getting the hint you bend, capturing his lips in a kiss, deepening it right away. Soon you are devouring each other's mouths, creating a dirty melody of wet sounds and hungry noises, with all these battling your tongues are doing.

You feel how he is getting turned on, pent up energy evident in how frantically he pushes his hand from your cheek to hold the back of your head - leaving you no opportunity to stop this wild making out session. It's so wet already, slick is coating his cock, which starts sliding in and out more easily, but still firmly pressing against your tight walls, molding you into the shape of him.

Childe moans when you bite on his lower lip and suddenly lift your hips almost halfway up his dick, only to drop yourself back down on it. You repeat the motion, not forgetting to squeeze around him, and Ajax's fingers grip harder on your hair.

"You little-" he groans at the feeling of your nails scraping against his abdomen. Fuck, he forgot your hands have been pretty much not occupied since the moment you released the headboard to kiss him. Oh no, you better use them to hold tight onto him for what he is going to do next.

You jolt and half yelp half moan from a thrust his dick makes when he forces his body into a sitting position. There is a hand still squeezing your asscheek, the other lets go of your hair and is now fondling with your breast, squeezing the soft mound.

"Come on, ride your birthday man, love," and with that his mouth latches on your second tit. His plan works perfectly, as there are instantly hands gripping on his shoulder and hair. Childe pays it absolutely no mind, sucking on your hardened nipple and thumbing the other one. He leaves marks all over your pretty breasts the next moment and you are not left with much choice but to moan and whine while bouncing on his dick, trying to set the pace, which, with the distraction your lover is making, proves to be quite a task.

"Ajax," you try to beg, combing through his hair, though your fingers flex into a grip involuntarily whenever he stimulates the bud too harshly or the head of his cock nudges that spot inside of you, "please, c-calm down a little, I can't concentrate…"

The only answer you get is a mischievous glance from him and his mouth being full of your breast. Oh, and also that thrust he makes that almost forces you forward on top of him.

Childe hums, not missing how the vibration against your mound sends goosebumps all over your skin, and releases the less abused tit, grabbing your other buttock.

"Huh, you are so sloppy," he muses, flexing his arms and making the taut muscles bulge under his pale scarred skin. "Leaving all the work for me to do, while it is my celebration…But I am a merciful man, so hold still."

And that's the only warning you get before he starts fucking into you with a faster pace and steady rhythm, getting a bit fed up with how slowly everything was. He loves it when you are clawing at his back, moaning and screaming in his ear and at the back of his mind he thinks that it's such a pity he let all of his staff go, the fucker would love to have at least ears directed to his performance.

Which has you a slutty mess in a spawn of seconds, pussy squelching with wetness, walls contracting around his pulsating cock, gripping it deliciously and…

"Your pussy is so eager to milk me out of my cum, love," he practically purrs in your shoulder, giving you another bite. Fuck, you moan louder, holding onto his back for dear life, his dominant side is showing sooner when you anticipated. "I bet you want every last drop of it. I'll give it to you, but you have to promise you won't spill a bit."

The pleasure is so intense, you have no desire to fight him for control, too horny to care who is in charge. Your brain screams at you to respond, knowing all too well that Ajax is unfair, he can stop if you take too long, and it’ll be such an awful disturbance. You feverishly nod, trying to move too, to meet his thrusting, but the snapping of his hips is so unruled, you do not manage.

"Words, princess, I need words," the commanding tone makes you look into his eyes and you almost cum on the spot, reading the look of adoration twisted by hunger in his eyes of raging waves in a storm. You need a moment to collect your thoughts, but a palm, slapping your buttock, makes it quicker, prompting you to respond hastily.

"Y-yes, I want your cum! Please give it to me!"

"Aren't you forgetting something? That teeny-tiny word, hm?" The hand is squeezing your flesh in a warning, but you needn’t any reminder - the sting is still present.

"Please, Sir,” it goes straight to his dick and Childe groans, bucking his hips involuntarily, ruining the pace. A simple word he is called every day is but a mere reminder of his higher position, not once making his cock jump against its confines, but leaving your mouth… Never ceases to arouse him.

"What a good girl," he praises and brings your body even flusher to his own, chasing both of your releases, letting you shout wantonly into the sex-smelling air, hiding his own noises of pleasure in the crook of your neck.

When the high is about to hit him, Childe registers two hands grasping his head and forcing him to look up, and then there is a slobbery kiss right when your pussy constricts and you cum hard.

The last thing the man becomes aware of is his back hitting the mattress, your body falling on top, lips following lips and his seed shooting deep into your tight heat. Then everything turns white.

Orgasm continues to roll through you, as you grind and whine, feeling the warmth spreading inside and wild shudder running down your back.

“F-fuck…” a whimper against his swollen lips, but yours are no better. There is barely any strength to lift a finger, so you let your forehead bump into his chin, head heavy and thoughts all over the place. Eyes refuse to stay focused and eyelids slide shut. Palms are still holding his face. Hands are still cupping your ass. Your bodies refuse to let go of each other, staying impossibly close to share a heartbeat, to share one afterglow. 

Time hardly matters, thus you both have no idea for how long you have been lying like this. The ginger opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. He thinks he saw a beautiful dream, not having ever dared to wish for this to happen, but everything is real: this bedroom is real, this bed is real, the smell of desire and sweat is real, the heat is real, he is real, you are so damn real…

There is a slight movement and instead of his chin the lips are touching your forehead, just enough to power you up to lift your head and meet his softer and much calmer gaze.

“Hey,” you sweetly murmur, running your fingertips over his cheekbone.

“Hi,” his hands now rest on your waist and a voice is so sexily hoarse. “That was mind-blowing, beautiful.”

“I know, right?” a smile tugs on your lips and Childe’s heart flutters, something that it does only around his dear ones.

“I missed this. I missed you,” now your heart skips a beat at his confession and your palms frame his face in a gentle hold.

“This is one hundred percent mutual, Ajax.”

“Y/N…”

“I am happy you loved the present. Even included me in your fun, which, now that I think of it, probably cost me an ability to walk tomorrow.”

A joyful laugh brushes your hair and one hand lifts to bury in the tangled strands, eliciting a purr out of you.

“That’s amazing, actually. You’ll spend the day in bed while I am away at work, and when I return you’ll be well-rested to continue. We have a lot to catch on after all.” 

Humming against the skin of his neck, you gently nibble here and there, giving him small hickies. It doesn��t sound that bad, as long as no one disturbs you and you get the whole place all to yourself.

But it is to be discussed later. Somewhere in the residence a grandfather clock struck eleven - you still have a whole hour of today. Awesome, as you almost forgot to tell him the most essential thing.

“Happy birthday, Ajax. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Thanks for being mine.”

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Soothing Hands—Creepypasta One-shot [SMUT]

Pairing: Tim(Masky) X Proxy(GN)Reader

Summary: Reader has been suffering from back pain and Tim comes up with an idea to help.

WARNINGS: NSFW(fingering, oral, unprotected sex), some fluff, Praise kink, pet names, teasing, body worship? pleasure dom Tim? slightly sub reader?. I suck at warnings. ['g-spot' is unisex/GN], Language, MINORS DNI. Tim being an absolute sweetheart for his s/o. Big strong Tim makes brain go burr

Wordcount: 3000+

Notes: This is my first time actually posting smut :\ never had the guts to put it out there. Please let me know what you think. Muah :*

[This fic has not been proofread. Please ignore my grammar and punctuation mistakes English is not my first language]

tim/Masky simps come get yo juice

"I fucking hate this job". You grumble under your breath as you, not so effortlessly, drag the bloodied body of an unfortunate trespasser through the dark Slender forest, all while your back and neck scream in pain due to the strain on your muscles.

"I don't think this counts as a job if we don't get paid for it". Tim replies with a low chuckle at your side whilst effortlessly carrying a body over his shoulder. He makes it look so easy and it only contributes to your bad mood.

"Here should be fine", The masked proxy says and drops the body from his shoulder "Rake should be able to sniff them out". You follow along and set the bodies together.

"We should get going before he decides we are also on the menu," you tell the brunette while wiping the mud and blood from your gloved hands. Tim does the same and the both of you turn back and begin to make your way towards the mansion you had begun to call home.

"Ugh, I need a hot bath". You exclaim with a heavy sigh while rubbing the back of your sore neck, trying to ease some of the tension in your muscles.

Being a proxy for the Slenderman was a very demanding "occupation" if it could even be called that, so you were constantly left with aches and sores that seemed to never go away. For the past weeks, you’ve had a particularly constant back pain that had been making your life more miserable.

"Your back still giving you issues?". Tim asks and momentarily shifts his gaze towards your sulking form.

"It feels like it's never going away". You complain and kick a stick from your path. The crunching of leaves and twigs snapping beneath both of your boots fill the quiet cold night of the forest. The both of you walk in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before Tim breaks it.

"If you'd like, I could come by your room later and rub your back for you". He suggests and turns to you.

You stop in your tracks and It takes you a couple of seconds to process his request. You study his body language, waiting for him to laugh or show any signs of it being some sort of dirty joke. But he was sincere and showed genuine concern. You blink a couple of times behind your own mask before finally replying.

"W-well it does sound nice, but aren't you busy later?". You ask rubbing the back of your neck, and this time not because of the pain.

"I can ask Brian to finish some of my tasks, he owes me a solid for covering for his ass last time he wanted to take the day. That way I can have more time with you". He replies with a shrug.

Your face heats up at his casual response and you thank the lord for your face covering. While Tim wasn’t the big affectionate type, he would show his love for you in acts of service. He also wasn’t the most available person timewise, so his offering to make time for you stirred something in you.

"Then I'll be waiting for you". You happily reply.

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It had been a couple of hours since you returned to the mansion. You finished one last task before you headed to your room to take a very much-needed bath and rest up. Tim on the other hand, still had other things to do, so he had been out for the past 3 hours or so.

But as promised, before the night ended, the proxy made his way to your assigned room. Tim knocked on your door in a familiar pattern, letting you know it was him before he slowly opened your door and entered.

You were lounging on your small beanbag in the corner of your room sketching away in your notebook, having only your desk lamp on for illumination. Some rock music turned to a low-volume played on your phone. You turn at the sound of your lover entering your room.

Tim greets you with a soft 'hey' as he takes off his sand-colored jacket and hangs it. He then takes off his mask and places it on your nightstand.

"Hi". you greet him with a smile once he turns his unmasked face in your direction, his handsome rough features barely lit by the light of your lamp. "Brian cover for you?".

"He was bitchin' about it, but yea". He replies while kicking off his boots and placing them by your door. The both of you would often spend the night in each other’s room, so you kept spare clothes around for sleeping. Tim made his way to your dresser and grabbed some clean clothes. "I got this from the infirmary, Doc Smiles said it's good for muscle pain relief," Tim says. He takes out a small bottle from his pocket and tosses it to you. You catch it and inspect it closely. The words "sore muscle" and "relief" are like music to your ears.

"This better work because I'm ready to rip my spine out". You tell him with a hopeful sigh.

"Alright then c'mon", Tim, now in fresh clothes, offers out his hand for you to stand. You put your sketchpad down and take his hand. After your bath, you had changed into one of Tim's shirts that fit pretty loosely on your form, and a pair of comfy sleeping shorts. Tim guides you to your bed and lets go of your hand once you're at the edge.

"Lay down and get comfortable". He says with a soft adoring smile that filled your tummy with butterflies and lightly guides you with a hand on your hip. Gentle Tim is something that never fails to get you flustered.

You comply and lay face down and rest your crossed arms and chin on your pillow. You feel the left side of your bed slightly dip under Tim's weight as he sits on the side. You hear the 'pop' of the lotion bottle and feel him shift. Tim's hands are gentle as he places them on your back to lift your shirt just above your shoulders.

"Where does it hurt most?". He asks while slowly gliding his cold hands on your exposed back, making you shiver at the contact. This earns you a soft chuckle from the brunette.

"T-there". You say with a slight grunt as he touches the sorest part of your lower back. Tim hums in acknowledgment and removes his hands from your back to reach for the lotion. He squeezes some onto his hands and rubs them together before placing them back on your back. You’re immediately hit by a soothing cool sensation and you let out a sigh of relief. He begins to slowly rub your back and you can't help but let out another sigh.

"Feels good?". Tim asks with a smirk on his face. The slight menthol scent reaches your nostrils and relaxes you even more.

"Feels like heaven". You manage to mumble out, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow. Tim chuckles once more at your reaction.

He continues to work the lotion all throughout your back, massaging the knots out of your muscles.

"You should consider ditching the whole killing thing and become one of those massage therapists". You say and look back at him over your shoulder.

"If I did, then whos going to do my job?". He asks with a smug smile adorning his features as he continues his motions.

"You said this wasn’t a job if we don't get pa-aaaid ah!" Your sentence is cut off by a moan of pleasure when Tim applies comfortable pressure to your most affected area. You shut your eyes and your face burns when you hear Tim's deep chuckle as he continues to manipulate the muscles. You fail to conceal another slightly louder moan as he goes over the sore spot. The sounds you make combined with your face contorted in pleasure send heat to certain parts of Tim's body and seem to please him even more than you.

His hands begin to drift lower on your body and it sends blood rushing to your sensitive parts. You feel the bed shift and the heat of Tim’s breath hit your exposed upper back.

"You really have been in pain haven't you?". He asks, his voice low and deeper. There's a hint of concern and guilt in his tone. But you can't help but focus on his warm breath against your skin.

Tim brings his lips down and tenderly kisses your skin. The stubble on his chin softly scratches at your skin and sends sparks throughout your body. All your can manage is a weak “mhm” while he rubs lower down your back.

Tim places another gentle kiss further down your back while slowly moving his hands just above the waistband of your shorts.

"I should've asked for a massage sooner ahh~" you tell him between breaths. Tim's lips move lower and so do his hands.

"You shouldn’t have to ask. I'm the one that should’ve offered sooner. It's clearly been affecting you". He speaks lowly, his apologetic undertone pulls at your heartstrings. But the thought of how much he cares for you drives you crazier. Tim's hand motions momentarily stop and he shifts up, closer to your head.

"Let me make it up to you", He breathes into your ear and moves his large hands lower, gently caressing your ass through your shorts. "How's that sound, doll?".

You can't help but let a whimper escape your lips as he massages you a bit firmer. Your skin heats up and you can feel yourself become more turned on.

"Can I take care of you? Replace the pain with pleasure? You want that, baby?". He asks. His voice is husky and he's breathing a bit heavier. Almost pleading for an answer. Hoping that you’d let him alleviate your stress. That you’d let him be the one to help you.

Your heart races and unable to formulate words, you whimper out a soft 'yes'. Tim breathes out a soft relieved sigh and moves to kiss the back of your neck a couple of times. His hands continue to kneed your bottom but become a bit firmer with each kiss.

"I'll take good care of you, beautiful".

You let out a surprised gasp when he teasingly nips at your flesh with his teeth, but it turns into a moan when his hands palm at your heat through your clothing.

You bury your face into your pillow and hug it harder when his hand slides beneath your shorts. You can hear his breath hitch when his hand doesn’t come into contact with more fabric.

"No underwear huh?", He lowly chuckles as his fingers brush between your thighs and the exposed flesh around your entrance. "You really wanted this didn’t you?".

Your cheeks flush redder, if even possible. You'd be lying if you said the idea of having your back rubbed by Tim would end up in sex never crossed your mind. Besides, it wouldn’t have hurt to remove extra clothing just in case.

Tim removes his hand from beneath your clothing, but before you can whine out in protest, he takes a hold of the waistband and tugs down your shorts, the cold air hitting you in a flash. Tim couldn’t help but internally chuckle and admire the goosebumps along your newly exposed flesh.

"Cold?", He asks. "Don't worry baby, I'll warm you up real soon". He soothes and palms the tender flesh of your ass, warming you up and getting rid of the goosebumps as promised. Tim then brings his fingers up to his mouth, coating them with saliva, before bringing them near your entrance.

You inhale a sharp breath as he slowly slides one thick finger into your entrance and slowly begins to pump in and out, before adding a second digit. Your walls clench around his fingers, pulling a groan from the brunette, while they continue to slowly work in and out of your sex.

"You feel pretty warm to me. You sure you cold?". He teases. You can only respond with low muffled moans as his slick fingers spread you open.

His pace quickens and you cry out his name when his fingers hit that spot inside you that makes you fall apart. Your hips jerk back onto his hand and move against his fingers, following his pace. You moan out in pleasure as you chase your climax. You can feel the spring coil within your core and your walls trembling.

"That's it, baby, let go". Tim coaxes you while trying to hold back his own moans. "F-f-f-uck, you're doing so good".

His praise is the final straw before you feel the spring snap, and come undone around his fingers. Your muscles tense and your strangled moans are swallowed by your pillow as the waves of pleasure overtake you.

"There you go", He says while keeping a steady pace, letting you ride your climax. "Relax, beautiful".

Once you slowly came down from your high, Tim's fingers slide out of you. You cant help the small whimper you let out due to the sudden loss.

"Shh it's okay, baby, I got you". He soothes and carcasses your soft flesh.

You feel the bed shift and his body move away from your side. But before you can question him, a moan rips from your throat when you feel his tongue on your heat.

Using his hands to spread apart your legs, Tim laps at your entrance and hums against your sensitive flesh as he saviors your orgasm on his tongue, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Ready for more already?". He teases against your flesh. His tongue moves in slow flicking motions against your sex.

"P-please..." You breathe out through clenched teeth as you feel the pleasure between your legs.

"Please? Please what? Tell me what you need, beautiful". He says before delivering a deliciously long slow stroke.

"Tim ahh~!" You cry out his name and arch your back, bringing your heat closer to him.

"Alright, baby, I'll take care of it" He murmured. His body shifts once more and this time you look over your shoulder as Tim starts to remove his shirt revealing his softly sculpted torso. You admire the hair on your lover's strong chest for a few seconds before your eyes move lower and land on the large tent in his sleeping bottoms. You can barely make out the small damp precum spot by the tip of his erection. His eyes immediately shift to yours at the sound of your whimpering and catch your line of sight

"This what you want, baby?" he moves his hand to palm himself through the fabric of his clothes "You want my cock inside you?" He asks.

"Please, Tim", You cry "I need you". You push your ass up towards him. Begging for him to come closer and give you what you need.

"How can I deny my baby anything when they look so beautiful and so ready for me?", His words go straight to your core and pull a soft moan from your throat.

After what feels like painfully endless teasing, Tim finally moves closer to you. His hands tug down at his bottoms, freeing his cock from its confines, and kicks off the piece of clothing. You make a mental note to burn those darn sleeping pants later.

"I'm keeping my word and taking the best care of you" Tim groans and gives his length a few pumps. "So now, let's fix that pretty back of yours".

You turn your head back to grip your pillow as you feel Tim's strong arms take a hold of your hips, pushing your ass up and pulling your body closer to him with ease. You both let out a moan as his cock rubs against your entrance. Thanks to your previous release and Tim's saliva, you're nice and lubed up for his next move.

"You're so ready for me". He says and guides his cock closer to your sex. With one last stroke, he slowly sinks down into your opening. You let out another synced moan as his cock is swallowed by the warmth of your walls.

After a few seconds of adjusting, Tim pushes your back down with one hand, pressing your chest further against the mattress, and pulls your bottom half even closer up to him with the other, making you rest your weight on your knees rather than your thighs. You feel the muscles in your back deliciously stretch at his action and let out a loud moan. You can only pray that all the household members are still out doing their tasks.

"That feels good, baby?" He asks and gives one quick thrust, fully sinking his whole length into you.

"YES! ahh~ yes!". You cry at the sharp weave of pleasure and frantically shake your head at his question.

The sight of your pleasured distress makes Tim's cock throb deep inside you. His chest fills knowing that he's the one ridding you of pain and discomfort, the one making you feel good.

"Please, baby". you basically beg, breaking him out of his trance.

Not wanting to deny you pleasure, Tim rocks his hips against you and begins a slow but rhythmic pace as his cock deliciously stretches your walls. The room is filled with the erotic sound of skin slapping along with your combined cries of pleasure.

"Just ah~ look at you. So beautiful". Tim grunts between thrusts. You cry out louder when his cock slightly rubs against your core. Knowing just what you need, Tim picks up the pace and thrusts deeper into you. The familiar spring inside your core begins to coil once again. "I'll give you what you need, baby".

Tim's arm reaches for your pillow and slightly lifts up your bottom half by the waist, just enough to allow the pillow space to rest between the bed and your pelvis. Your cheek presses directly on the mattress and your back arches, even more, pushing your ass closer to him.

This new angle allows for the tip of his cock to hit your g-spot directly. He then places one hand on each side of your head, successfully caging your body beneath his broad frame and allowing him to anchor his powerful thrusts.

The pleasure becomes almost unbearable as Tim pounds into your sex at a brutal pace. You claw at your bedsheets and you cry out in pleasure, mostly consisting of Tim's name and incoherent words. Your walls flutter around Tim's cock and the coil threatens to snap.

"Go ahead, baby", Tim presses his head against your upper back and nuzzles into you, his sideburns and stubble scratch at your flesh. "Cum on my cock"

With a final few deep thrusts from his cock, you reach your peak with one last cry. Tim continues to plunge into your hole as you ride your second orgasm of the night. Your vision blurs and your body is encased in ecstasy that sends shivers all through you. You can feel his length twitch inside you and his pace becomes slightly reckless.

Tim's orgasm is not far behind. Your walls convulsing around his cock pull him further in, and with one final thrust, he becomes undone inside you. You feel his body tense above you and he buries his head in your neck. Moaning out your name along with a couple of praises and kisses as he fills your insides with his release.

Tim holds that position for a few minutes and once the both of you have regulated your breathing, he slowly pulls out of you and a soft moan escapes the both of you at the loss of connection. Tim gives a few kisses to your back, checking up on you before raising from the bed and fetching a damp rag to clean you up, littering feather-light kisses along your sensitive flesh. He then cleans himself up and puts on a different pair of sleeping pants.

Once you regain the strength to finally move, you pull Tim's shirt back down your body, and turn to face your partner. A love drunken smile is plastered along his handsome features as he takes in your relaxed form.

"You look so beautiful" You whisper with a lazy smile of your own and reach out towards him with grabby hands. He immediately complies and lays beside you, pulling you into his strong arms.

"Look whos talking", He groans into your hair and caresses your skin, "You're the one that looks like they can give an angel a run for their money".

You cuddle into each other and you lay your head against his chest, listening to the still softly playing music combined with his steadying heartbeat, before a small giggle escapes your lips.

"What is it?". Tim asks you with a chuckle that rumbles from his chest.

"My back doesn’t hurt anymore". You perk up with a giggle.

The both of you pause for a few silent seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

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BONUS:

"No fair". A very grumpy Brian grumbles under his breath.

After complying and paying back his owed favor, the yellow hooded man tiredly sulks up the last few steps and onto the floor he shares with the rest of the proxies and heads towards his assigned room in the Slender mansion.

A series of muffled cries and groans make him stop in his tracks when he passes your room. Immediately knowing what that indicated, the proxy lets out a stream of curses.

"You fucking white-masked bastard!!" He growled before stomping off to his room.

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I may or may not have gone crazy on this one. The word count is crazy for such filthy writing.

Let me know if you have any ideas, suggestions, or requests.

Love- Deja 👻

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta proxy #masky marble hornets #tim masky #cp masky #timothy wright #masky mh #marble hornets #mable hornets x reader #timothy wright x reader #proxy reader #proxy x reader #mh hoodie #x reader #smut

[amaiyajiki]

A bad day always gets better when I’m with you.

A/N:I really can’t get this scenario out of my head, I just started playing genshin Impact (Ik I’m very late to the party) and I luv aether’s design man- I just wanna pamper this hardworking dude to death.This fic was inspired by another author.

Tags:Smut,blowjob,handjob,teasing,Top!reader,Bottom!Aether,slight rough sex, gn reader,praise,soft degradation

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The Archons were really not kind to you this week.You were pissed.You were busy all week and you couldn’t even spend any time with your beloved boyfriend.

You were busy with all sorts of commissions that just makes you wonder on why couldn’t they just do it themselves.But you really couldn’t say no to the people of tevyat.Your boyfriend was very paitent and could see that you were stressing out and he comforted you always...

But today was the worst day of your life.You finally managed to get to spend some alone time with Aether, so you decided to get some flowers for him and his favorite food. But of course, some hilichurls decided that they were not gonna let you have peace.”Not again-”, you groaned. You easily defeated them but some were kind of strong.But your flowers and food were ruined because they just had to snatch it and take it away from you.

If this day couldn’t get worse than it already was, Albert asked you to clean up around the cathedral as if HE couldn’t do it.You really wanted to punch him in the face but again- You kept your anger down around him and said yes.After finishing that annoyance,you stomped your way to your and Aether’s shared home.

You didn’t see your favorite blonde in the living room.So, you just went to your guy’s shared bedroom. After you reached there, you were met with your boyfriend on the balcony,his long blonde hair gracefully flowing in the air.“Oh! Windblade! You’re home!” Aether said,happily knowing that you were safe.It seemed like he didn’t really notice your grumpy face. But looking at him almost made your anger go away, almost.

“Hey Aether...” You said,throwing your hands around his shoulders to give him a hug. “Hm? Are you okay,(name)?”,He asked. How caring, You thought.Without another word,you dragged Aether back to the bedroom and pushed him into the bed. 

“H-huh? Windblade! w-what are you doing?” Aether asked,clearly flustered by your actions. “Really wanted to pamper you all day” You murmured,getting on top of him. “But those goddam people were really helpless and were lazy as fuck”, You growled,gripping his waist tightly.Aether whimpered.You could feel his pants getting tighter. You began pressing kisses on his neck.Your hands were roaming around his body,from his torso all the way down to his hips. Aether was moaning quietly and his face was bright red.You leaned back to take off his clothes,almost ripping them apart in advance.You looked at his dick,it was bright red and was leaking with “I barely even touched you and you’re already this hard? Gosh you’re so sensitive darling.”Aether whimpered at your words. You weren’t wrong.He was always sensitive whenever you guys had sex together.

You put your index finger on his chest.You slowly drag it down to the top of his dick.Much to Aether’s dismay,you didn’t immediately put it in your mouth or wrap it around your hand.He needed it so badly.So the only logical thing he could think of,he rutted his hips towards your hand.Seeing this, you put your hands on his hips to stop him.He whined, “p-please!” “Please what,sweetheart? You gotta use your words like a good boy now”,You purred.You wanted to break him and you wanted him to beg.

“P-please! f-fuck me! k-kiss me! I just want you! wan’ you! wan’ you!” Aether nearly screamed he gripped the blankets so tightly. Thank the lord you guys didn’t have neighbors or anyone. “Good boy. Since you asked so nicely, you’ll get what you want.” After saying that, you put your hand around his cock.His cock twitched as you touched it. Aether was shaking in pleasure.

You started slowly stroking him.Smearing some of the precum on top of his cock.Aether whined, rutting his hips up to make you move your hand faster.”Ah,ah,ah~” you said and hold his hips down with your other hand. “Just be a little more paitent,my darling.We’re just getting started.” 

You started stroking his cock quickly.Aether started panting heavily because of your sudden pace.He arched his back.”I- hah-!”. You knew he was close.You started stroking his cock slowly again. “No,no,no! Please! wanna cum! please!” Aether said,face flush and red. Instead of speaking to him,you put your mouth around his cock.You kept sucking his cock,putting your tongue around his head.”S-Shit! Ah!~”, Aether arched his back again. His mind was blank, he missed your touch,your soft voice,your body,everything.Now he finally got what he wanted.

(The ending was kind of rushed,I am so sorry for that- This is my first ever smut oneshot, so please don’t mind if this is cringe.I wanted to get this out as soon as possible- Hope you enjoyed reading this!

(Unrelated but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FANCY HAT BOI)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #sub!aether #top!reader #aether x reader #x reader #aether

[the-badger-mole]

There is, I think, a universal sense of guilt among fic writers that we feel when we find ourselves hitting a wall with a story (or two, or three). In spite of the knowledge that we aren't being paid, aren't being held to anyone's schedule but our own, it feels bad when we let a story sit for a long time. I've had several stories like this, but the one that left me feeling guiltiest was The Djinn Dilemma.

I started that story in 2012, and it was one of my most popular stories. I never intended to abandon it, but I got to a certain point, and I couldn't figure out how to move the plot forward in the direction I wanted it to go in. So, I took a break from it and worked on a different story. Then that story was finished and I tried to go back to Dilemma, but the words still wouldn't come. So, I decided to continue my break. In the meantime, I worked on other stories. I think I started and completed 7 full length, multi-chapter fics, and a lot of one-shots in the meantime, which is how I justified leaving other stories like Dilemma and a couple of others to gather dust. In the back of my mind, though, those stories just sat there expectantly, telling me that I was letting a lot of people down by not completing them (my stories get a bit megalomaniacal when they're guilt tripping me). I was still receiving occasional comments on Dilemma in particular, asking when I was going to complete it, or if I had abandoned it.

In the grand scheme, I know that completing my unfinished stories isn't end all, be all. Fanfic writing is supposed to be a fun hobby, and I guess I had put too much pressure on my incomplete stories so revisiting them just felt like wallowing in my own failure (I also tend to get dramatic when I'm guilt tripping myself). It wasn't fun. So, my stories got laid to the side while I wrote the stories that were still fun for me. Finally, though, I sat down and reopened Dilemma and suddenly, I knew exactly what was going to happen and how to get there (though, full disclosure, I'd written the ending years ago). It was fun again! And now it's finished.

What I want to share from this experience is that it's okay to step away from something and pick it back up later. If you're writing a fanfic and the prospect of a couple dozen chapters seems daunting, it's okay to set it down. The beauty of fanfic is that it's mostly for yourself. It's great when other people get enjoyment out of it, and Lord knows I love getting paid in attention and praise, but at the end of the day, it's your story that you're choosing to share with other like-minded people. There are no deadlines. There's no payment advance, no editor demanding chapters. It's just you, your imagination, and forum to post your story. It's never too late to come back and finish a story. And if your original audience has moved on, well, maybe you'll find a new one. Or maybe you'll decide you don't want to finish the story after all. Either way, it's alright. If it's not fun for you anymore, let it go until it's fun again.

#fanfic #writing is hard #atla #sailor moon #zutara #usagi mamoru #wips #writers' commiseration #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[gotmefeelingaway]

Hi I’ve started a new Fic there’s probably many in this style but I wanted to write my own. It’s kind of a rewrite of revenge of the sith, with the reader as padme instead. You can swap Y/N to padme if you prefer.

Anyway please enjoy. Would appreciate any feedback the below is only what I’ve written so far. Hope to continue this for fun. Any feedback is welcome. Part 1 is 866 words.

Warnings - Not sure there are any yet

There Is Good In Him

Precognition was no stranger to Anakin, often his dreams predicted the worst of fates. Tonight would no different.

He had just finished his mission, which had been rather successful. Anakin saved Chancellor Palpatine from the evil and only known Sith Lord Count Dooku and was on his way to becoming a master. He hoped he would be the youngest master to date considering he was the chosen one. His pride was always worn on his sleeve and he’d become especially cocky when he did things right. Obi-Wan had tried many times to help Anakin through his urges and feelings. With constant reminders of the ‘Jedi way’ It just didn’t ever seem to stick. Anakin was getting stronger, sure but his feelings were too intense. Between hurt, anger and dare I say it love. He needed to remember these things himself to be centred and balanced.

They had finally made it back to Coruscant. After hours of gruelling Jedi business, Anakin stood on the Jedi shuttle with a smile on his face. The grin of accomplishment. The shuttle soon reaches the Senate office building where Palpatine, R2, and Anakin step off. He turns on his heel to see that Obi-Wan was still standing in the doorway.

“Are you coming Master?” Anakin asks.

Obi-Wan and Anakin banter back and forth with Obi-Wan congratulating Anakin for being a hero and pushing for him to go bask in the glory and praise from the politicians. Anakin doesn’t take much sway as he goes to do just that. Obi-Wan heads to the council to report back the death of Dooku and the escape of General Grievous.

While Anakin walks the long hallway to the senate hall. He engages in conversation with Bail Organa. They were hashing over details contributing to this long war when he senses your presence. It was like something in the air was carrying your scent towards him. A gravitational pull colliding your atoms with one another. The Force was strong and it was with him. You looked to see him scanning the room. Bingo, he thought when his senses picked you up hiding behind a large column.

“Excuse me,” Anakin says to the senator.

He stands still for a second watching the senators move forward at a medium pace. That’s when he makes a beeline straight for you. His arms opened wide and embraced your body against him. His lips find yours and you are so relieved he is back and he is safe.

Your reunion is short-lived but you get just enough time to tell him the most wonderful news. He was cautious at first before an overwhelming response.

“Ani… I’m pregnant..” you announce.

“That’s … that’s wonderful.” He responds.

“What are we going to do?” You ask nerves appearing. You were careful to hide it this long. Saying it out loud made it so real.

“ We’re not going to worry about anything right now. Alright? This is a happy moment Y/N. The happiest moment of my life.” He says this sincerely and you know it to be true. He lifts a finger to your chin propping it up to kiss you deeply.

Once the kiss had broken Ani put his forehead to yours and looks you in the eyes.

“ I’ll see you later in the Apartment?” Anakin questions but it’s more like a statement.

You nod. Reaching for his hand the last touch just being a brush of your fingertips. He smiles that specific smile that is only meant for you and walks briskly onto the theatre.

Hours later.

The day was done and the sun had set. You and Anakin were at your apartment in your bed.

You were fast asleep one arm under the pillow and an arm cradling your small baby bump.

Anakin was also asleep. Dreaming or maybe the opposite of a dream. Doubt and guilt had begun seeping out of the inner cracks within his mind. Count Dookus's headless body haunts him in a scarily vivid image. Anakin couldn’t help but recall every second of the events that had transpired. Something wasn’t right. Dooku was quite the brave man. Yet he cowered under the heat of the laser blades beneath his neck, eyes fixed towards Palpatine as if he were awaiting a signal. His eyes widened when Palpatine had instructed Ani to ‘do it.’ Dooku’s head rolled across the floor. This was the start of all the manipulation…

Amongst the guilt-ridden Images were pictures of you. Your skin was flushed and tears rolled down your cheek you were screaming and in pain.

“Anakin, help me! Help, Anakin! Anakin I love you. I love you…” he heard you screaming for him.

In his head, it was so loud and the sound of the shrieks couldn’t be dampened. He awoke quickly in a cold sweat. Bolting up to see you asleep next to him your breathing peaceful and skin soft. He brushes your cheek before getting up and heading to the living room. It is there he begins to tear up and recall how he had the same kind of dreams when his mother was dying. He got angry. He couldn’t stop her death how was he going to stop yours?

End of part 1

#anakin needs a hug #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #star wars #revenge of the sith #obi wan kenobi #reader insert #sw rots #rots anakin #hayden christensen #x y/n #star wars imagine

[obsessedwithallthingsbookrelated]

A different take on what happened after that conversation in ACOSF. I really wanted Cassian to have been punished a little more. So I’m sorry for another angsty fic but this is my therapy.

Everybody hates you

Part 1-

‘’Everybody hates you’’.

And with that, something final broke inside of her. What was the point? They would never understand. He would never understand.

So she was done too.

Done fighting. Because there was no point.

So she didn’t say anything, didn’t react as he stormed from the room. Kept her eyes on her plate and finished her meal. Azriel quietly finished his as well.

Once retired to her room she had sobbed until she fell asleep. And when morning came, she had met him on the roof of the house and agreed to training.

She remembered the look of utter relief on his face. At least now he could brag to his high lord how he had broken her, how they had won. His hardened features had immediately softened when she didn’t argue, she had only nodded and did exactly what he had instructed her to do. Balancing and stretches.

He gently corrected her when she made a mistake, his brows had been furrowed as he watched. Confusion overtaking the relief.

‘’Why the sudden change of heart Nes?’’ He asked, voice low.

Nes.

As if they were friends. He wasn’t her friend.

She didn’t even have it in her to scoff, to reprimand him for the stupid nickname. Because there was no point.

She looked at him then, and he finally saw her red and swollen eyes. Probably took in the look of defeat on her face and rejoiced inside.

But his face had paled, his mouth drawn down in a tight frown. She immediately looked to the floor again. They wanted her to be submissive and quiet and obedient. So that’s what she would give them. Because there was no point. Not anymore.

It had been like this for three weeks now. She would eat breakfast, lunch and dinner slowly gaining back the weight she had lost. She would attend training, never responding to Cassians teasing, his attempts to make her angry, to get some sort of reaction. She never give him any but she always did what he told her to do.

He hated it, that she knew. Probably because he couldn’t upset her anymore or perhaps because he had nothing interesting to report back to them. He had grown more and more frustrated at her utter lack of reaction to anything. He had even come to knocking on her door at night, offering cups of tea and pastries.

Even offered to take her into the city to visit book stores after training.

She always declined. Politely of course, gods forbid she had any other sort of the reaction.

He praised her constantly at training. Offering soft smiles. He was proud of her, he had said.

So different now, that she was doing what they wanted.

Both he and Azriel were trying harder and harder to make attempts at conversation during dinner. She would answer, but her voice was always low, eyes kept on her plate.

The only time she could really be free was when she could be alone with her books, where she could imagine a different life for herself in those stories. So she reminded herself of this during the day, during training and meals with them. She knew she could return soon to her room. To her books. This was the life she had resigned to herself.

There was no point in anything else.

#acosf #nesta archeron #pro nesta #acotar #nessian fanfiction #anti ic #nesta and cassian #nessian #angst

[sizzleissues]

Are you currently reading anything?

Be prepared for an onslaught because I am not normal and I read several things at once and that’s not even counting fanfiction! These were all started within this year and I plan to finish them before next!

First section - Sizzle pretends she’s smart and knows things (non-fiction)

A village in the Third Reich by Julia Boyd - very readable and I highly recommend! Really deepened my understanding of the life of ordinary people during the Third Reich. On my need to finish list

How to Make an Apple Pie from Scratch by Harry Cliff - Wonderful and I learned a lot about particle physics from what I’ve read so far!

An Emotional Dictionary by Susie Dent - What is on the tin, words to describe common feelings that you might not have known existed. Less of a read and more of a resource but wonderful nonetheless.

For a recommendation of non-fiction that I would read again, Sapiens : a brief history of humankind and Homo Deus : a brief history of tomorrow by Yuval Noah Harari

Second section - Sizzle is a contemporary YA reader through and through (she swears she reads many genres not just YA romance, you caught her at a lacklustre month guys) (she wanted to slam her face into a wall reading Lord of the Flies - she gets its a satire, did not help the feeling) (fiction)

Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston - rereading with the movie out. As remarkably witty and swoony as ever

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston - rereading as well because it’s my favourite book by the author. Fun time all around

There’s a couple others but it think I’m dnf-ing them because I know my worth. Please throw me some good older thought-provoking fiction my way I need it >_<. I recommend Truly Devious by Maureen Johnson - gripping murder mystery novel in a writing style I adore (:

Final section - Sizzle faces the haunting sight of her ao3 marked for later list (fanfiction)

All the Missing Pieces by @uptoolateart - I will sing its praises from the rooftop. Amazing exploration of Adrien’s character and how canon things and the sort of au the fic is set in affects things in his future. Love me some adult Adrienette with kids expansion pack

Bon voyage by @keeperofthebox - Quickly ascending the ranks of my favourite fics with each chapter. I love seeing Adrien struggle I guess >_<

Of course I have plenty of other fics marked that I have yet to read or finish because a.time or b.they’re ongoing still.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk and wish me luck in finished all this by December.

#anon answered #sizzle rambles #sizzle rambles: literature edition #ml fic rec #book reccs

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: XVI

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You finally rescue Daisuke’s girl.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.3k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: sorry i haven’t been updating this much recently!! i’m trying to finish up one of my other fics so i haven’t had a ton of time to work on this one but here is something to tide you all over (i hope)

“She’s very beautiful,” the boy said. “I’ve only seen her once or twice, but I remember that much. She’s beautiful, but it’s in a strange way. Like she’s not quite the same as the rest of us.”

“Who?” you said.

“Lord Tachibana’s concubine,” he said. “Though I don’t think she’s much older than you, ma’am. I brought her food once, when she was sick — she’s sick frequently, by the way — and that’s when I saw her.”

“Do you think that our girl is the same as this concubine?” you said. The boy shrugged.

“I can’t say for certain, but it would definitely make sense. Lord Tachibana spent quite a while in her room after you and that man left. I think he was upset about your visit,” he said.

“Very well. I suppose I should endeavor to meet this concubine; at the least, maybe she’ll be able to give us a little more information than Lord Tachibana was willing to part with,” you said. “Thank you for your help, dear boy. Can I ask you for one more thing?”

“Yes, ma’am. What is it?” he said.

“Tell me how to reach her,” you said. “The concubine, that is; how is it that I may speak to her without Lord Tachibana finding out?”

For being as young as he was, the boy was excellent at laying out plans. His recall was impressive, and the ideas he had were admittedly faultless. You praised him for it, telling him to run inside and ask the innkeeper for anything he wanted, promising you’d pay. He was happy to oblige, shouting his gratitude over his shoulder as he darted towards the inn, presumably before you could change your mind.

The waves had washed away the evidence of your fight with Tori, smoothing over the gouges in the sand and the depression your body had made when it had hit the ground during the torpor. You looked at your wheel necklace, the way the moonlight shone through the three clear wedges which represented Nezumi, Usagi, and Tori respectively.

Only nine left. Only nine more Beasts, and then you would have to face Ten himself. Would you be able to find the girl in time? Would you be able to have one of Daisuke’s weapons at your side, or would you have to fight the king of the sky with the sword you had been given by Hisashi?

“You’re still out here?” Kashimo said. You weren’t sure when he had come out, but at some point while you were lost in your thoughts, the air had indeed grown electrified by his presence. He was a few paces away, feet planted in the dry sand and arms crossed, a dark scowl on his sharp features as he regarded you.

The sea lapped at your ankles, the wind in your hair as you twisted your upper body to face him, extending your hand. His eyes widened before the harshness gentled into something else. An emotion you had never seen before, not on him. Slowly, as if he was still supremely unsure, he reached out his own hand towards your own, stretching out as if he wanted to take it.

He was not close enough, though. The distance between your fingertips was paper-thin, but it was there, stopping them from touching. And then another wave came crashing down on the shore, chasing after Kashimo, who retracted his hand and skittered backwards, eyeing the water warily.

The moment was lost. Your hand dropped to your side, and you returned your attention to the horizon, admiring the stars which carpeted the sky.

“Y/N,” he said. You cocked your head, and then you inhaled in surprise. His face scrunched with determination, he had taken one single step towards you, crushing the lingering foam which remained on the ground as he did so.

Another step, and then another. He did not look at his feet nor at the sea when he did so. His eyes remained firmly on you the entire time. Another step. One more.

“You’ve done it,” you said. “Kashimo, you’re walking in the water.”

“No,” he said, and this time when you held out your hand, he was close enough that he could grasp at it. “I am walking to you.”

His fingers interlocked with yours. Small sparks danced between you both, but they diffused into nothingness the longer you held onto each other. For a good while, you were silent, your joined hands hanging between you, the breeze cool against your faces, the song of the waves both calming the mounting tension and amplifying it.

“Why did you come into the water?” you said again, quietly. Neither of you looked at one another; it would be different if you did. The meaning would change. It was fine when you were just staring at the moon, but if you had to see his face, then it would not be alright anymore. You would realize something that you didn’t yet want to realize.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I suppose I wanted to get over my fear.”

“And do you feel as if you have?” you said.

“Yes,” he said. He was not looking at the moon anymore; in your peripheral vision, you saw that he was looking at you. “Yes, I believe that is the case.”

“Even a child could kill you now,” you said, swallowing. “That doesn’t make you afraid?”

“No,” he said. “Not at the moment.”

“I could kill you now,” you said, whipping around, gripping his biceps, like you could physically impress your conviction upon him. “Does that not make you afraid, either?”

“No,” he said. “I’ve never been afraid of that.”

You found your eyes lingering on his lips, and you dug your fingers into his arms, as if by causing him pain, you could force your own thoughts onto a better track. You shouldn’t have turned. You should’ve stayed facing forwards. But then again, you thought that there was probably no world in which you did not make that mistake, no rendition of you that did not shift to look at him. It would always be like that. You would always be looking at him.

“Kashimo,” you whispered, drawing closer to him. He blinked, not making any moves to close the distance but also not trying to escape, either. “We’re going to find the girl soon. Once we do, and once Daisuke gives me my sword, there’ll be no reason for us to meet with each other, will there? Not until after I defeat Ten.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he said.

“But I don’t want that,” you confessed. Water splashed against your shins, salt roughening your skin and leaving a dry feeling in its wake. “I still want to see you.”

“Why?” he said.

“Do you really not know?” you said. He trained his attention to the swirling bubbles of the frothy waves breaking against the shore. You weren’t sure if he was avoiding you, or if he was just truly fascinated by the fact that he had finally done it, that he was actually in the water.

“No,” he said. “I really don’t.”

Abruptly, you let go of him, clearing your throat. He must’ve been lying to spare your feelings, but you appreciated him and his efforts. It did make you feel a little better than a flat out rejection would’ve, but only marginally so.

“I apologize,” you said. “We should go now. It’s important that we get enough rest. Reaching this concubine is dependent on us performing at our best.”

Without waiting for a response, you left him behind, pursing your lips in an effort to maintain whatever shreds of dignity you could muster.

You weren’t sure why you had said something like that. What had you even thought would come of it? You were supposed to marry Hisashi. Kashimo wanted to kill you. What kind of a foolish woman were you, that you were set to marry a kind man, a handsome man, a rich man, and yet you were doubting that union? Why would you ever trade Hisashi for Kashimo? A diamond for a storm? Yet it remained that for a moment, you had earnestly considered doing it. If Kashimo had answered differently, then perhaps you would’ve done it.

But he hadn’t. Maybe he was smarter than you in that aspect. Certainly he had more control over his emotions, which was not something you thought you’d ever say about a man ruled by his whims. You had been lucky that his whims had not led you astray this time. Next time, you might not be so fortunate.

You let your finger rest on your lips, trying to imagine what it would’ve been like. Would there have been sparks? Not the figurative kind, but literal electricity, the side effect of his cursed technique. It might’ve chased someone else away, someone lesser who feared being burnt by his lightning, but not you. In fact, you were like a moth to his flame, all the more excited by its presence.

Yet you shouldn’t be. You ought to remember what happened when a moth flew into a lantern, how they burned into smoke in an instant. It would not be good for you. It would kill you. He would kill you.

You wondered if, for that brief instant before a moth’s immolation, it was happy. Did it find some joy in finally reaching the thing it desired most, even if it would inevitably die at its hands? And if that was the case, then was that joy worth it? Knowing the consequences, would the moth still fly into the fire? Would it willingly die, just for that single moment when it felt like it had reached the sun?

The next morning, the sky was restless. Dark storm clouds gathered overhead, and the sea, which had been so calm only the night before, was choppy and harsh. There was a promise of rain in the air, or was it a threat? Anyways, it was obviously soon going to storm, which meant that you had to enact the boy’s plan as soon as possible.

“You’re sure this will work?” Kashimo grumbled. The boy seemed nervous, but he nodded.

“There’s no guarantee, but it’s your best chance,” he said, though you noticed he took the initiative to hide behind your leg, where he must’ve assumed he was safe from Kashimo. You patted him on the head.

“We’ll give it a chance. If it doesn’t work, then it’s not a problem. We always have our last resort,” you said.

“Which is?” Kashimo said.

“Brute force, of course. Even just one of us could outmuscle the entire mansion; with the two of us, it won’t be difficult at all. I’d prefer to not do that unless we absolutely have to, though,” you said. “It’ll get messy if we do.”

“Right,” Kashimo said. The boy, to his credit, did not question how just one of you would be enough to beat every single resident of the Tachibana Mansion. Privately, you thought that he’d make a fine addition to the Gojo household.

“Let’s be off, then. You remember what we have to do?” you said.

“Yes, yes,” Kashimo said. “You don’t have to nag me. I won’t put a foot wrong. Have we decided upon a signal yet, though?”

You looked up at the sky, trying to think of a way you could send a message to Kashimo from far away. If the roles were reversed, it would not be that difficult — a single bolt of lightning would be enough to let you know that he was ready. But you did not possess anything that showy or bright, so you’d have to figure something else out.

“I’m not quite sure yet, but I promise you’ll know,” you said.

“How?” he said, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at him.

“You just will. You’ll see it, and you’ll think of me, and because of that, you will know exactly what it means,” you said.

His jaw clenched, but he did not argue further, only swinging onto his horse and waiting for you to do the same.

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said. “One way or another.”

“Yes,” you said. “Good luck. Don’t — don’t do anything stupid.”

He scoffed. “I never would.”

With that, he galloped off, in the direction of the Tachibana Mansion. You watched him go for a moment, allowing the boy to stroke your mare’s nose as you waited.

“Ma’am,” the boy said. “That man…”

“Yes? What about him?” you said. The boy peered up at you through lowered lashes, as if he was very shy about what he wanted to say next.

“It will be difficult for you to signal him in the way you are speaking of,” he said.

“What do you mean? Why is that?” you said. The boy was blushing now, the subject obviously an embarrassing one for a child his age.

“He’s always thinking of you,” he said. “You could send him the entire world as a signal, or you could send nothing at all. It wouldn’t change the pattern of his thoughts any.”

The steady rhythm of your mare’s canter was the only thing that served to calm the turmoil of your mind. She covered ground at a rolling pace, rocking you with her comfortable gait into a calmer sense of self. You wished you could just keep riding forever, until you were someone completely different, with no responsibilities or entanglements.

That was impossible. Eventually, you reached the Tachibana Mansion, slowing the mare to a trot and then a walk, halting her by where Kashimo’s horse was tied and doing the same so that you could enter the mansion as a distinguished guest.

It was the same older woman from yesterday that answered the door. She seemed surprised to see you, or maybe it was not you but the fact that you were alone that was so shocking to her. Either way, for just one second, her composure dropped, before it was back to normal.

“Why have you returned?” she said.

“I thought it might be more beneficial for me to have an audience with the lady of the house,” you said. The woman exhaled.

“Lady Tachibana has been dead for a few weeks now,” she said.

“I am very sorry for your loss,” you said. “It is always difficult when such tragedies strike.”

“It certainly is,” she said. “Is that all, then?”

“No, it is not. I’ve heard Akihiro — Lord Tachibana, that is — has a concubine. Might I be able to meet with her, in the lady’s stead?” you said.

“How did you hear about her?” the woman said, voice growing icy for a second before she sighed. “Of course. It was probably that blabbering doctor. I told Lord Tachibana not to let him make a house call, but when have I ever been listened to?”

“You don’t deny her existence,” you noted.

“Why would I?” she said rhetorically. “You already know. There’s no point in lying. Ordinarily, I’d tell you to take your concerns to Lord Tachibana, but he’s busy with another caller at the moment, so it’ll have to do. Anything for the lady of the Gojo house, huh?”

This last part was said with no small amount of sarcasm, but there was an undercurrent of fear. It was like you had said yesterday: whether or not you were bluffing, they could not afford to call you on it. The seed of doubt was enough to taint their actions, and good thing, too, because you actually weren’t bluffing. You really were the lady of the Gojo household, or at least you one day would be; regardless, Hisashi would not take kindly to any insult against you and, by extension, your associates.

“It will not take long. It is just one of those matters that I believe is a conversation better suited for a woman’s ears,” you said. The old woman guffawed.

“You don’t have to explain it to me,” she said. “It can be difficult, telling a man about the more sensitive matters. I sincerely apologize that you must meet with a concubine, though. I trust you are not insulted?”

“I understand the circumstances, so I’m not. Once again, I am deeply sorry for the situation. Losing any family member is difficult, and I’m sure Lady Tachibana was well-loved,” you said.

“She was, at that. More than that odd little girl that he calls a concubine,” she said. You pretended to gasp.

“Is that so!” you said. “What makes her so odd?”

“Her hair is gold, for one, and her eyes are a strange color. Like a field covered by fog,” she whispered conspiratorially. “More importantly, she’s—”

“She’s?” you prodded. The woman gave you a suspicious look, shaking her head. Any hints of camaraderie had vanished as you reached a small door.

“It’s not my business, nor is it yours. Anyways, you’ll meet her soon enough,” she said. “It’s just up those stairs.”

“She’s in the attic?” you said. The woman shrugged.

“She is. I’m not allowed to go up there without Lord Tachibana, so you can go by yourself. Don’t take long, though; it wouldn’t be good for anyone if he catches you with her,” she said. You saw her throat bob as she swallowed, and for the first time, you realized that she was putting herself in danger to do this. But why? Did she really care that much about helping you? Or was there some other reasoning to it?

“Thank you,” you said, bowing at her before opening the door, coughing as plumes of dust flew in your face, blinking so that your eyes could adjust to the dim lighting.

The stairs creaked as you walked up them cautiously, unsure of which ones might give out — they all seemed close to doing so, as if they were one misstep from collapsing entirely. Therefore, it took you twice as long as it should’ve to ascend into the attic proper. Despite all the extra time, though, you were not at all prepared for the sight you were met with when you reached it.

There was a small cot in the corner, and looped around the frame was a heavy chain. Spots of dried blood littered the ground, and there were metal bars over the window, though they were an extravagance, an unnecessary reminder of the inhabitant’s situation. After all, it wasn’t like she could ever escape that way — because that very chain which was attached to the bed led to a manacle locked around the ankle of a gaunt looking girl who could only be the concubine, though you had never in your life seen a concubine being treated in such a manner.

Her hair might’ve once been a brilliant gold, like sheaves of wheat, but now it was dull and lank, falling down her back and in her face like a greasy curtain. Just as the woman had said, her eyes were green, but it was a resigned, blank shade. Her skin was pale to the point of translucence, a sure symptom of sun deprivation, and her body was unnaturally hollow and bony, as if she didn’t get enough food.

“What a joke,” you said, stepping towards her. “This is how such a self-important man treats his concubine. What is your name?”

She flinched as you drew closer, but she did not try to run away. She must’ve just been that resigned to her fate. She only dropped to her knees, bowing her head at you.

“Tullia,” she whispered.

“Tullia,” you repeated. “A name from a land where they have a Pope instead of an Emperor?”

“Yes,” she said, daring to look up at you. “How did you know that?”

“Someone told me,” you said. “He goes by Kashimo now, but I believe you knew him as Hajime Jigoku.”

She gasped, and then she was clenching the fabric of your clothes in her hands, clinging to you like you were a lifeline. You pushed her hair behind her ears, taking in her sweet face and wondering what she had ever done to deserve such treatment.

“Hajime is alive?” she said, her voice breaking.

“Yes,” you said. “Did you think he wasn’t?”

It was a little strange to hear. Kashimo was the person who defined living, who was so utterly alive that the air around him burned with it. The thought of him being dead actually did not even make sense. But then again, what part of any of this made sense?

“I always waited for him and Daisuke,” she said. “I used to fight back, because I knew — I knew that they would come for me. But they never did. Then he said that they were dead, so I just…gave up. But you mean to tell me that they’re alive? Both of them, or just Hajime?”

“They’re both fine,” you said. “They’re alive. I came on Daisuke’s behalf, because he wanted to see you again. Kashimo — Hajime, he offered to help me find you.”

“So they’ve been alive all this time?” she whimpered. “They’ve been alive, and they never — why did they never — I waited for so long for them. Did they forget about me?”

“They thought you ran away,” you said, holding her face in your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away her tears. “They thought that you were better off without them. They thought you didn’t want to be found. But I can promise that they definitely missed you. They definitely didn’t forget about you.”

“I want to see them,” she said. “I want to see them again. I want to see Daisuke. Please, take me to Daisuke.”

“That’s why I’ve come,” you said. “Though you’re in no shape to travel far at the moment. The first order of business is getting you out of here, and then we’ll spend some time allowing you to recover before traveling back to where he’s staying.”

Standing, you unsheathed your sword. Tullia’s eyes widened as you raised it above your head before slamming it down on the chain binding her to the bed. Ordinarily, it might not have had much of an impact, but because you had reinforced the blow with pure cursed energy, it sliced through the metal like it was nothing. Spinning the sword in your hand, you maneuvered it into a better position so that you could repeat the process on the barred window, which was theoretically large enough for you both to fit through.

“Are we going to leave through there?” she said, looking first outside and then back at you in horror. You nodded, sheathing your sword once more.

“I possess the Hummingbird’s Blessing. On my honor and that of my deity’s, I promise that I will get you out of here safely. Do you trust me?” you said.

“This is like a dream,” she confessed. “I didn’t think I’d ever be saved. I thought I’d die up here, alone and in the dark, but now here you are. It doesn’t matter if I trust you or don’t; in the end, I have no other choice.”

And so, you grabbed the arm of Daisuke’s girl, the one you had been searching for for so long. Backing up, you did not even bother to activate your cursed technique before taking off at a sprint, dragging her behind you. Then, ignoring her shriek of surprise and twisting so that you were curled around her, you jumped out of the window.

With one hand, you held onto Tullia, and with the other, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around the branch of a cherry blossom, hissing as the rough bark scratched at your palm. Bracing one leg against the trunk of the tree and wrapping the other around the branch, you loosened your grip and used your second hand to catch Tullia, stopping her from ramming into the tree at full speed. Your fall thus broken, you took a second to breathe before setting Tullia on the branch and clambering down to the ground with the swiftness of a monkey.

“Jump!” you called up to her. “I’ll catch you.”

You thought she might hesitate a bit more, but she was as game as anything. A second later, she crashed into your arms, eyes screwed shut, like she had not quite believed you would catch her despite your words to the contrary. You set her on her feet gently, letting her use your arm for support.

“It’s so beautiful,” she said. “I forgot how nice it was outside.”

“How long were you in there?” you said. She shook her head.

“I don’t know. It was hard to keep track of the time,” she said. “We should leave the grounds before someone sees me. Now that I’ve escaped, I don’t think I could ever go back. Please don’t — you won’t let him take me back, will you?”

“Of course not,” you said. “I’ll kill him before I let that happen. We can go as soon as I figure out what kind of a signal I should send to Kashimo.”

“Kashimo?” she said. “Ah, of course. Hajime. It’s not a surprise he chose a new name for himself. He never did like being called Jigoku.”

You were reminded of the fact that this girl knew Kashimo in a way you did not and never could. She had been there in his youth, had known him back before he was the god of lightning, when he was just a boy trying desperately to prove himself as someone worthy of living.

What would be a signal you could send him? What was something within your power which you could use to alert him of the fact that you had gotten Tullia, that he was free to leave the audience with Akihiro Tachibana behind?

“Do you think he knows anything about flowers?” you said. Tullia frowned, clearly deep in thought. You took the moment to work the manacle free from her ankle, letting it fall to the ground, exposing a strip of skin rubbed raw by the metal.

“Daisuke tried to teach him at one point, I think. I’m sure he remembers whatever he learnt, though I don’t know how much Daisuke got to,” she said.

“Alright,” you said. Reaching behind her, you plucked a red camellia from a nearby bush, twirling the blossom in your hands before smiling at it. This would do as a signal, provided Kashimo understood it. Calling upon a story, you tried to recall the layout of the mansion.

You have been given the Speed of the Hummingbird!

Taking off with that same thunder-like sound which always rang out at your acceleration, you raced in a blur to where you believed the window of the drawing room was. Not even slowing your pace, you placed the camellia on the sill, disappearing before anyone noticed your presence. The storm covered your tracks; the noise of your running could be put down to thunder, while the breeze left in your wake would be nothing more than a normal occurrence with such weather.

“That should be enough,” you said. “Watch over me for a second.”

“Watch over you?” Tullia said. You yawned.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

You awoke from the torpor almost instantly, and as well you should — you had barely even used your cursed technique, so there was no reason for it to have any massive drawback. Tullia was still standing there, bewildered, and you were still on your feet.

“Sorry, it’s the drawback of my technique. We should go now, though; hopefully Kashimo sees the flower soon and realizes what I meant by it,” you said.

You let Tullia ride in front of you, reaching around her frail body to hold your reins. In that way, you were able to support her while also steering your horse. Once you reached the inn, you helped her down and told the innkeeper to make some tea for her while you waited for Kashimo to come.

“You met with the concubine?” he said as he burst into the room, eyes immediately on you, ignoring everything else.

“Yes. You got my signal?” you said.

“A red camellia,” he said, sounding very proud of himself for figuring it out. “It represents a noble death. A perfect choice for the occasion. You were right; it did make me think of you.”

“Oh,” you said. “Right, it does mean that as well.”

“Hajime?” Tullia said, her voice soft like she couldn’t believe her eyes.

It took a lot for Kashimo to show any emotion, so the fact that his lips parted even slightly at the sound of Tullia’s voice proved that a part of him had not really expected to ever find her. The missing piece of his childhood, the girl his best friend was in love with…you could not fathom what it felt like for him to reunite with her.

“You look like shit, Tullia,” he said finally. Tullia laughed ruefully.

“I guess it really must be you, huh? Only you would say something that crass,” she said.

“I can’t believe you ran away and ended up in a situation like this,” he said. “Do you regret it now?”

“Ran away?” Tullia said, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the wall. “It’s no surprise that that’s what they told you all. Actually, I didn’t run away at all.”

“What do you mean?” Kashimo said. He hadn’t seen where she was living, so he probably didn’t realize what she was getting at, but you had, and a kind of despair shot through your whole body as you understood what she was implying.

“I was sold,” she said. “Akihiro Tachibana did not dare defile his wife with his darker perversions, so he went looking for a girl that no one would miss. A girl who had nothing resembling a family to care about her. When he found me, he told the mistress he’d pay to take me if she promised to make it like I never existed. That must be why she told everyone I ran away.”

“Sold?” Kashimo said. It was the opposite of everything he believed in, so his shock was understandable. This girl who he had known since he was young, the one he thought was laughing in the sea without them, had been sold. She hadn’t left at all but had been forcibly taken.

“They locked me in that attic you saved me from, chained me to the bed and installed bars on the window just to ensure that I didn’t try to run away. I know it must seem like I was starved, but actually, they fed me well enough. It was poison which they deprived me of, and that is the reason I look like this,” she said.

“Poison?” you said. It was your turn to be confused — after all, how could a deprivation from poison hurt someone to the extent that Tullia had been damaged?

“It’s my cursed technique. I drink poison, and my body converts it to cursed energy,” she said. “I haven’t been able to have any since I was sold to the Tachibanas, which is why my body has deteriorated to such an extent.”

“Why didn’t you try to run away?” Kashimo said. “Why did you stay like a fool? I understand if you couldn’t break free later on, but why did you even let yourself be put in that position?”

“Do you think I wanted to be?” Tullia snapped. “Of course I didn’t! The mistress mixed something in with my dinner so that I slept through the ordeal. It couldn’t have been a poison, as my body would’ve converted that before it could impact me, but there was some plant or similar substance that she used so that I did not awaken until I was already locked away! Not everyone — not everyone is like you! Sometimes bad things just happen to people, and there’s nothing they can do but suffer through it all!”

“What did they even do to you?” Kashimo said, sufficiently cowed at the well-deserved outburst.

“At first, nothing. He tried to win me over, wanting me to do it of my own free will. I always refused, though. I insisted you and Daisuke would come for me. I insisted he would regret it once that happened. But you never did. Eventually, he told me that word had come from the orphanage that both you and Daisuke were dead. I didn’t want to believe it — it didn’t make sense, but at the same time, what other explanation was there for why you hadn’t come to save me?

“After that, I gave up and let him do as he pleased, no matter the pain it caused me. There was nothing left for me, after all, no reason to keep struggling when there was no chance anyone would rescue me or even knew I was there at all. There were a few times I came to be with child, but after the first one was born dead, he made me abort the rest,” she said. “It was the most excruciating thing. Time and time again, my body was ripped apart for nothing but a corpse to come out.”

She hugged her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around herself protectively, though of course neither Kashimo nor you had any plans to hurt her.

“I will kill him,” Kashimo said matter-of-factly. “For doing that, I will kill him.”

“Wait,” you said, grabbing onto his sleeve before he could run off. He gave you an irritated look, but you shook your head. “Tullia, is that what you want? For Kashimo to kill him?”

“No,” she said.

“What do you mean?” Kashimo said. This anger was his way of showing his desperation, his helplessness at the situation, but it was not his situation in the first place. He did not have the same claim to it that Tullia did.

“It’s Tullia’s choice,” you said. “She’s the one who it happened to. She’s the one who gets to decide what happens next.”

“I want him to die, that’s for sure,” Tullia said. “But not at your hand, Hajime. It has to be me. Once I’ve regained enough strength, I will be the one to kill him myself.”

While Tullia was in the bath, cleaning herself off properly for the first time in so long, you and Kashimo sat in your room and debated what to do next.

���She’s definitely Daisuke’s girl, no doubt about it,” he said. “But who knows how long recovering will take? Can you afford to wait? The Beasts have been appearing so rapidly that even a few days’ delay might mean a lot.”

“It’s fine,” you said. “We just need to get some poison and she’ll be much better. I don’t mind waiting. It’s the only form of justice she’ll ever get for what happened to her, and I can’t deny her that. Not after how much she’s had to endure.”

Kashimo buried his face in his hands. “What a mess. I can’t believe we never tried to inquire further. We should’ve tortured it out of the mistress…why did we not? Why did we just believe her at her word?”

“You can’t go back and change it,” you said. “So you just have to focus on making amends. She’s frightened, you know, so you and Daisuke have to do everything in your power to soothe her. You must endeavor to make up for how long she was alone.”

“This isn’t my area of expertise,” he said. “I don’t know how to deal with people’s emotions and other such sentimental affairs. The only thing I could do for her would be killing Akihiro Tachibana, but she doesn’t want that.”

“Even just your presence is enough, I think. But you must be delicate in handling her. Not like how you are with me. I can take your brashness and your haughty attitude, but she can’t. So if you must yell at someone, yell at me. If you must be angry with someone, be angry at me. But do leave her alone in that regard,” you said. “Only say kind things to her, and if you cannot manage that, then don’t say anything at all.”

“Maybe silence is a bit more realistic,” he said.

“Silence is fine,” you said. “You’re not the one she really wants right now, anyways.”

“Right, that’s Daisuke. I’m just a substitute until we reach him,” he said, taking your hands and scowling down at the shallow scrapes. “By the way, how did this happen?”

“I had to grab onto a tree while escaping with Tullia,” you said. “It’s not a big deal, so I don’t see the point in activating my technique to heal them. Why?”

“I will cut that tree down,” he said, lifting one of your palms to his cheek. You used your thumb to trace the regal bone that sat there, and he closed his eyes, relaxing into the caress, which must’ve been rare for him, the one who pushed everyone away and had never known a gentle touch in his life.

“You can,” you said. “If it pleases you, you can cut down every tree in the world.”

“I don’t have to cut down every tree,” he said. “Just the ones that hurt you.”

“Then you can do that, too,” you said.

“I will do it,” he promised. “I definitely will.”

“Thank you,” you said. He was quiet for a bit, just sitting there and holding your hand to his face, like you would drop it if he were not there and he could not bear to feel you let go.

“I could not protect that girl, the one who Daisuke loved,” he said slowly, carefully, enunciating every word. “I hate that I could not, but you’re right in saying I can’t change that. But — but I can promise this: it won’t be the same for you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Because you want to kill me?” you said.

“Yes,” he said, answering with a firm, resounding swiftness. “Because of that. Because the person to kill you can not be Ten, nor Hisashi Gojo, nor anyone else. I will cut down every tree and every man in the world if it means that it can be like that — if it means that the one to kill you can be me and me alone.”

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