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bratbby333 · 24 days

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literally just any smutty choso fic pls ☹️☝️

careful what you wish for, my sweet anon...i got a bit carried away

┊˚ ｡*ੈ ☁️‧₊˚ ❝ your majesty ❞ ˚ ｡˚ -choso kamo

⋆˖⁺‧₊♰ nsfw mdni ♰₊‧⁺˖⋆

cw: concubine!choso/dom!reader, infidelity, blasphemy, oral (f!receiving) wc: 2.3k edited by the loveliest: @remlionheart ༉‧₊˚. dumped my religious trauma into this one, i apologize

Upon the sacred grounds of your kingdom, there are only two rules to live by; No sex and no masturbation, for these sins grant you a one-way ticket into the fiery infernos of hell. This rule applies to everyone but you, of course. You are the queen, after all. You run your domain with unyielding power. You are a hard and fast ruler, feared by all who inhabit your realm.

You are serviced by your concubine, Choso, his timid, submissive disposition suiting you perfectly. You allow Choso to indulge in sexual pleasure that other inhabitants of your land are denied, while also relieving your own frustrations. You are his only exception.

You attend many assemblies throughout the day, some boring and some enthralling. A few banishments here, a couple executions there. You walk the grounds of your domain, taking in the fresh air, reveling in the way the setting sun kisses your skin. Your back is tense, and the expectations that the throne places upon you rest heavily on your shoulders. You need release. You need Choso. You send a nearby servant to fetch him, requesting he be bathed and brought to your room. He’s most likely doing his evening chores; he’s a diligent worker. Driven. Strong. Attractive. There’s no question as to why you chose him to pleasure you.

Strolling the marble walls of your castle, pondering the pros and cons of trade with a neighboring stronghold, your focus is interrupted by the lewd sounds of low grunts and wet flesh. You pause in front of the servant quarters, noticing the door is closed as you press your ear against it. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your suspicions confirmed while you listen in. No, this will not do. It is forbidden to partake in such activities and to do so within your kingdom's walls? Punishment is eminent. Your hand will strike down upon the offenders, mercy cast to the wayside.

You push open the wooden doors, your enraged stare falling upon your concubine, Choso, ramming himself deep into one of your handmaids. His strong, muscular back positioned towards you, her cries of pleasure overtaking the sound of you opening the heavy spruce door. Fury courses through your body, but you can’t help but marvel at the sight before you. His broad, toned back tensing with every thrust, the sweet symphony of moans dancing through the still air. You grit your teeth, fists clenching on either side of your body, your heavy gown and tight corset making it far more difficult to breathe when coupled with your lungs constricting in a fit of jealousy. A knot forms in your stomach as you watch Choso toss his head back in pure bliss, his hips stilling as he unloads into her. Betrayal drives a stake through your heart as you watch your sweet concubine find pleasure elsewhere.

Your voice broke through their post-coital bliss with ease.

“Guards!” you shout, and not a second later, three armored men are at your side. The two of them jump at the sudden intrusion of your voice, Choso breaking away from his secret whore as his shameful stares meet your wounded eyes. The hurt doesn’t stay on your face for long though, blind rage soon replacing it.

“Seize her, leave the man to me,” you direct with the wave of your gloved hand. Within an instant, the guards pull the woman from the bed, dragging her down the hall before turning the corner, heading toward the dungeon. Her desperate pleas and anguished apologies echo through the castle walls. You pay her no mind as your attention falls onto Choso.

“Your majesty, I-” he begins, but is abruptly interrupted by your palm suspending in front of you, your daring eyes begging for him to disobey your signal for silence. He knows better than to push his luck in this moment, the fact that he isn’t being dragged away with the woman brings a wave of hopefulness in regards to your leniency with his punishment. But his naive ideations of your forgiveness are all in vain as you bring your hand back down to your side before speaking again.

“To my chambers.”

He stays frozen, his fear-stricken body glued to the floor by your overpowering demeanor, and your waning patience snaps at his continued insubordination.

“Now, Choso. I will not ask again,” you demand, eyes never faltering. He bows his head complicitly before reaching for his undergarments.

“Don’t bother redressing,” you add, a tinge of seduction filtering its way through your harsh tone. His head snaps to meet yours, rouge painting his pale skin. He knows better than to object, especially now that you've caught him breaking the kingdom's holiest rule. Walking through the castle completely nude is the easiest punishment to digest. Heat prickles through his skin at the thought of what was in store for him and he prays that he makes it out alive. He inhales deeply through his nose before taking small, timid steps toward you. You glower at him as he gets closer, turning on your heels to exit as he dutifully shadows you down the hall.

He kneels in front of your bed out of instinct, placing his palms against his thighs. You call for your servants to remove your dressings. He doesn’t have the gall to watch as you are derobed. He shifts anxiously as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed in your master suit, looking up at you with prayerful eyes, taking in your body as you sit fully naked before him. He swallows the lump that constricts his throat. You stare down at him, and he's glad he's already seated, because the burning blue embers flickering behind your irises make him feel faint. You are the most ethereal deity in his eyes, his unwavering devotion makes him want to shower you in worship and graciously accept the punishments you dole out. Punishments he unfortunately deserves. You choose him out of everyone in your kingdom and he’s grateful that you allow him to indulge in sexual pleasure, but what does he decide to do with his new found freedom? Guilt gnaws at his flesh; how could he betray you? What possessed him to shatter the pact the two of you shared? Lust overtook his body in his moment of weakness, succumbing to his carnal urges, and now he must repent.

“Disappointed is an understatement, Choso. How dare you desecrate these holy walls with your sins. You petulant man,” you growl. His shoulders drop toward the floor, shrinking into himself at your words, head bowed in submission. Your hand finds the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his tousled locks, a fistful of his hair between your fingers as you bring his head up to face you. Your other hand squeezes either side of his jaw, forcing his lips to part. You suck in your cheeks and spit.

“Swallow it,” you command. He obeys. You slap him roughly before grabbing him by his throat.

“You defy me within my own domain. This is grounds for beheading. I know you understand the terms of living within my kingdom.” You lecture, your sharp words lashing against his fully exposed body. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you hold the same power as if you were sat upon your throne, commandeering all who are present. His pleading glances dart around your face, but his body can’t help but enjoy this. You run your eyes over him, his abs tensing and his cock pulsating, his angry red tip oozing like he didn’t just relieve himself in that whore only a few minutes prior.

“Look at you…pathetic. Just came and now you’re ready to cum again.” You laugh at his disheveled state. You meet his eyes once again, bringing your head down to his, extending your tongue to a point and licking along his mouth. He whimpers, lurching forward in hopes to thread his lips with yours. You slap him again, pulling your head back but keeping your faces close. You click your tongue against your teeth at his desperation. You release his head from your clutches with a slight shove, returning to your upright position along the edge of the bed.

“So, tell me, Choso. With your infidelity in mind, am I not enough for you?” you ask simply, crossing one leg over the other. He’s confused by your question, his mouth hanging open in hopes that your statement is rhetorical. If he says no, it’s his head on the chopping block. If he says yes, you will laugh in his face as you question the sanctity of his loyalty to you. Rightfully so, as you had caught him in the act of betrayal. Your eyes bore into him, head cocked to the side.

“Speak,” you snap. He shudders at the gravitational pull of your energy.

“You are everything to me, your Majesty…everything and more. I-I will forever be at your service. I repent. I give my body to you, and only you. P-please…make me holy again.” He hopes he chose the right words to spare his life. And lucky for him, he did. In truth, you didn’t want to lose him as your concubine just as much as he didn’t want to lose his life. You smile down at him, your hands reaching out to cup either side of his face, leaning back down so your faces are level.

“Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" you ask, softer now, eyes low as you lean yourself back on your elbows. He groans at the sight of your exposed cunt and nods back furiously, leaning forward obediently to rest his cheek on your bare thigh, the smell of your sweetness overtaking him.

“Look at me when I address you, Choso, and use your words.” Your voice returns to its original harshness, using two fingers to bring his head back up to look at you.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything for you.” he whimpers out, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you.

"Then make me cum, my sweet little concubine.” His expression brightens ever so slightly, gazing admirably into your eyes. This punishment isn’t so bad, he loves the way you taste.

"Can I touch you? P-please, My Queen...just want to pleasure you," he begs, his overwhelming arousal coupled with his fear of upsetting you again cause him to stutter. His eyes dart back and forth between yours, his eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks are blisteringly warm and he’s practically vibrating against your touch in anticipation. You're pleased with his desperation, nodding with approval, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His warm, wet mouth latches onto your pussy almost immediately, his tongue thrashing against your slit and lips sucking greedily on your throbbing bud. He hums in content, the taste of you coating his tongue deliciously, his body yearning for more as he devours you. You arch your back, thrusting your hips toward his mouth.

"S-so eager to please," you breathe out, words laced with the intention of mockery, your fingers interlocking in his dark, mussed hair. You groan at the sight of his lustful eyes staring back up at you through his disheveled bangs.

"That’s it. Show me how much I mean to you…earn your forgiveness." Your words ring through his ears, spurring him on. Moans cascade from your plump, parted lips. He whines at your noises, the delicious sounds you make only for him. Clinging to the sweet melodies of your gospel, his pace picks up, sucking aggressively, hungrily, as if he needs to drink you up completely to survive.

His thick fingers tease your hole before plunging inside, the pads of his digits curling perfectly to massage your sweet spot. Your head falls back, back flush against your silk sheets, grinding even deeper into his mouth.

"My little slut…so thirsty for my cum, aren’t you," you gasp out, the tightness in your tummy intensifying.

He hums greedily, continuing to pump into you, suckling harshly on your sensitive clit. He removes his mouth from your center before quickly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his free hand, rubbing quick, firm circles into your clit.

"Please give me your cum...need to taste your sweetness. P-please, Your Majesty," he pleads, dipping his head back to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking at you with fervor, the pace of his fingers relentlessly pumping into you. His deep voice sends ripples of arousal through your pelvis. His desperate words hang in the air, his frantic fingering and famished mouth against your core sending you over the edge. Your hips rut, thighs shaking as you cry out for him as you spray your release across his face. His rhythm continues while he works you through your blinding orgasm, groaning into you, tasting the hallowed juices he so hopelessly craved.

His fingers slow, his lips detaching from your throbbing clit with a satisfying pop. He beams with pride, panting as he drinks in the heavenly glow emanating off your body, his lips swollen and his face wet from your release, your body aching as the waves of your orgasm finally simmer down.

"My good boy...so precious," you praise, sitting up, your hands cupping his cheeks, his eyes lighting up. Your chest heaves as you work to regain your breath. He nuzzles his face against your thigh, his hands massaging your calves, sighing contently as you stroke his head, tucking strands of his hair behind his ear.

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” he whispers into your skin.

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author notes: wooo weee this was fun to write. had been dying to do a dom!reader, i hope yall liked it ♡ willing to do a part two of this!!

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dickmastersfruit · 27 days

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i dont even know how to ask this because i just want one thing well two actually u change my mind alastor without his jacket all messy like (you know what i mean) AND HIS HAIR UP IN A LITTLE PONYTAIL OR BUN IDC IDK ITS JUST UP AND IM DROOLING

Im gonna eat you

Pairing: Alastor x F!reader

Warnings: the only warning is the fact that i wrote this at 3 am so enough said.. but also there lowkey really horny...

Wordcount: 524

Note: Eveytime i see art of this man with his hair up lord have mercy.. id devour him actually.

You have known Alastor for a long time now. You had met him while you were both still alive. Although there were bans on alcohol at the time, you were able to sneak your way into a speakeasy. You sat at the damp gross bar waiting for the man to serve you. Of course being a woman he took his sweet time before ever asking you what you’d like. However a tall slender man walked up to you. He was wearing all red and wore a smirk that seemed to never leave his lips. After a night of drinking and doing things a lady shouldn't have done you went home fulfilled… and filled. To your dismay never seeing the man again.

That was until you ended up in hell for a cute murdering spree or whatever. You walked around aimlessly before bumping into two girls by accident. The girl with long blonde hair apologized frantically which just made you stare at her annoyed. You hated overly happy people. Of course the happy girl asked you to her hotel in which you totally thought she was trying to have a threesome, but really she was just being nice.

After months of living in this hotel and ‘trying’ to get better so you could be redeemed. Which you thought was a load of bullshit because why would you wanna get better when you're already better than everyone. During those months though you had gotten very close to Alastor. You had spent many nights with him, not always of sexual nature of course.

One morning though you woke up and you quickly realized he was gone from your bed. Which wasn’t normal usually after being with you he wanted to be as close as possible. You looked around the room to see if maybe he just decided not to sit on the bed. Your eyes widened as he came out of the bathroom with no shirt on and just pants. To make matters worse he had his hair in a little ponytail. His hair wasn’t quite long enough to have all his hair up so there were little bits sticking off the side and sticking out from under where it was pulled up. You stared at him like you could have devoured him right in that moment.

“What” His staticy voice broke you out of your thoughts. He slowly walked toward you, joining you in bed again. He began talking about god knows what but you could focus on his hair at this moment.

“This is new” You say, interrupting him, reaching your hand up to his hair. “Very hot” You breath heavily watching him, watching how he sat there so slutty without even realizing.

His head whipped to you as he realized how you were ogling him like some object. “You think?” He whispered sultrily as his hand came up to grip your throat.

You let out a whimper as he brings your face to his before kissing you slowly. So slow it almost hurt how badly you wanted him at that moment. You were aching for his attention, attention only he could ever give you.

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thinkingaboutjaedyn · 5 months

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hot choco with a side of kisses ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: elisa comforts you as you deal with bad period cramps.

author notes: a comfort fic for @moonystoes. i didn't grammar check so give me mercy yall please anyways enjoy. (also i do take requests if anyone wants to send some in)

there was a lot of things you love about being a soccer player. the adrenaline of playing infront of thousands, being able to do something you enjoyed since you were tiny as a job, having great teammates, and much more. there is just one thing you hate that has more to do with biology than soccer.

you have been dealing with bad cramps since yesterday, but you still had to practice for games so here you are: trying to get through drills as you fight the urge to hug your stomach. the moment coach said it was time for everyone to head home you flee to the tunnel than into the locker room. the quicker you change, the faster you can get home and go to bed. you thought you covered up the fact you were in pain pretty well until elisa was standing beside you giving you a worried look. "are you okay?" she whispers to you. you just give her a tired smile while gesturing to your stomach.

she seems to get the message as she starts to focus on getting dressed back into her street clothes. you do the same, happy you wore sweatpants and a comfy t-shirt as your pre practice outfit. you try to pick up your backpack, but elisa beats you to it. she smirks at you, "i got it, babe." the french player slings your backpack over her shoulder before slinging her arm over your shoulder. "let's get you home, baby" she says as she starts to walk you towards the locker room door. you can't help yourself as you smile at her.

there were only a couple interruptions on y'all's way to the car. one being a small conversation with jackie which was nice and all, but you were hardly focusing on the words being exchanged between the other two players. it was concerning some dish jackie wanted elisa to try out, but you just couldn't seem to focus fully. the pain of your cramps drown out whatever words are said. you only remember smiling a goodbye to jackie before continuing to walk to the car.

elisa lets you go for a moment to open your car door for you. just a small thing she has been doing since you two started dating, but it still makes your heart race. you get into the car, leaning your head against the window the moment elisa shuts the door. your girlfriend opens the back door, putting y'all's bags in the backseat, before going around the car to get into the driver's seat. "safety before napping. put that seatbelt on, babe" elisa chuckles out as she snaps in her own seatbelt. you groan at her words but still obey as you snap in your own. "why did eve have to eat that apple? she ruined it for the rest of us" you say as your eyes flutter close. elisa just shakes her head before pulling off.

🍫🍫

you hardly remember getting out of the car once arriving at elisa and you's shared apartment. your mind and body just determined to make it to your bed where you could sleep away all the pain. elisa trails after you as you open the door to your apartment. the sound of her laughter fills the silence in your apartment as she watches you speed walk to y'all's bedroom.

in just five minutes, you were in soft pajamas and under the silk sheets you convinced elisa to buy (it wasn't a hard task in all honesty). the moment your head hits the pillow you are done for. falling asleep in mere minutes.

while you were trying to sleep away the pain, elisa was busy in the kitchen. making some nice hot chocolate to calm your cramps. she has experienced her own fair share of bad cramps, so she knew the pain first hand. a soft smile sits on her lips as she holds the mug of hot choco, making her way to you two's bedroom. the sight of you sleeping so peacefully makes her smile even wider. it almost makes her decide against waking you up, but she knows you would appreciate the drink.

elisa sits the mug on the night stand on your side of the bed before laying down on her side of the bed. she pulls you into her arms from behind. her front meeting your back. you naturally lean into the warmth. she trails light kisses on the back of your neck. "baby.." the french player says softly, placing another small kiss on the back of your ear. it takes a few more kisses for you to wake up.

waking up to kisses from your love was something you would never get tired of. the kisses may not make your cramps any better, but they warm your heart so it's better than nothing. "what is it, eli?" you say softly as you turn over (somehow missing the mug on the nightstand but it's okay elisa will remind you), facing her now. you nuzzle into her chest. "i know how bad your cramps can be, so i made a little something for you" she says as she points at the nightstand on your side of the bed. at first, you just nuzzle more into her but you can see the clear pout on her lips, from the small bit of your face that wasn't in her chest, as she continues to point. you groan (not because you didn't want to see her surprise. it's just the pain seem to be the least painful when you aren't moving) as you turn back over, your lips curl up into a warm smile once you see the mug. of course your girlfriend would think to make hot chocolate for you. that's just how elisa is; always thoughtful and trying her best to help you.

you sit up in bed, leaning against the pillows, as you grab the hot chocolate filled mug. elisa sits up as well. shuffling even closer to you before wrapping her arms around your waist. resting her head on your shoulder as she smiles. the warmth of her body against yours and the warmth of the hot chocolate as you take a sip makes the pain alittle duller.

"thank you for this, my love" you say to elisa as you give her a kiss on the cheek. she laughs as you pull away, leaving a chocolate colored kiss mark on her cheek. she can see your hot choco mustache (and some of the excess that is left on your lips) in it's pure glory as you two look at eachother. "no need to thank me, baby. this view is all the payment i need" elisa says. you take another sip of the hot chocolate before replying back, "so no more kisses for you?"

elisa smile drops as she narrows her eyes at you, "i didn't say all that. i think i still need some kisses in exchange for that hot choco. can't you help me with that, baby?"

there were alot more kisses after that. how else are you meant to repay your thoughtful girlfriend?

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ataraxiaspainting · 2 months

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(troupe member of your choice) reacting to a cheating accusation

“this is all a game to you isnt it?”

decided to do this request with machi! <333

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, thoughts of kidnapping the reader, manipulation, stalking, and implied violence (not on the reader).

Word Count: 800.

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If there was one word you could use to describe the expression on Machi’s face, it would be nothing more or less than slight horror.

It’s ever so subtle, like how an astrologer would count the stars and find one missing, or find another new one that went unnoticed in the moments before it, no matter how small or insignificant it seemed then, in the past, or the present or the future. But you have learned to read Machi, have learned from how messy her hairstyles were to tell how annoyed she felt at your neighbors, have learned from what hoodie she was wearing to tell how much she spent on gifts for you. Most of all, you have learned how to differentiate the different shades of blue her eyes can change into, become, simply from how the sun hits or from how tired she is. You can read her, but can she read you?

When two mirrors face each other, what does one of them see?

What does the other one see? Will they see themselves, or one another?

When you look into Machi’s eyes, her eyes stare back at you too, don’t they?

“...What?” She’s confused, caught off guard perhaps, at your question, from how she crosses her arms in a defensive stance to counteract the glare from your eyes.

“That friend of yours, Pakunoda… she’s with you a lot.” You don’t want to accuse your girlfriend of anything, but with how secretive she can be sometimes confrontation is the best solution.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’ve also… been avoiding me.”

“Have not.”

“You have!” You blurt out, hugging yourself even tighter as you continue to weep. “If you don’t like me anymore, just say so! She’s prettier and wealthier and obviously is a much better fit for-”

“[First], please calm down.”

Machi simply notes that your insecurities are getting the better of you again.

But why?

Then, everything she has seen today while following you to work clicks into her mind, this breakdown of yours being the final missing piece in this puzzle. It’s definitive.

An investigation of sorts, to see which clues fit in what order.

A familiar face comes into her imagination. Two, actually.

Then… the number goes up all the way to twelve.

But the two original ones stay under bright light, while the others are cast in shadow.

The green-haired girl from your job, the one that always seems to pick on you, and Chrollo.

Her boss speaks first. Even in her mind, a landscape that is supposed to be only hers, he always seems to be the early bird, putting a few words in before anyone else could.

Machi, I think you are too merciful to obstacles. Continuing to be that way will only slow you down even more.

She thinks on those words.

Impulses spread around her like a mist. Impulses she has kept down for so long for your sake, your happiness, whether that be putting pills in your food when you visit her or slicing the throat of that man who catcalls both of you whenever you walk by him at that park you like frequenting when the weather is warm.

Then that girl’s voice comes into her ears, and the mist looks red and sticks to her palms and stinks.

You’re such a low score. That girlfriend of yours can do much better.

The urge, as dark as blood, for Machi to tear everyone who has ever crossed you limb from limb.

“...I’ll be back.” She turns around, walking toward your apartment door, the needles in her jacket pocket feeling even colder in her hands. “We can talk about this later, alright? Just please calm down.”

“...Don’t break up with me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” She interrupts, gripping the doorknob so tightly she must focus on something else entirely to prevent her from breaking it.

“B-But then where are you going? If I’m not a good girlfriend just s-”

“Sh.”

You sniffle. At the sight and sound, she is reminded of Pakunoda taking care of her when she was so young, crying and pulling on her sleeves, begging her to not leave her too. Those memories are bitter, most days, but sometimes they are all she can hold on to, to prevent herself from falling apart.

“Machi… you aren’t leaving me?”

“No. Never.”

“Then where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer.

You choose not to pry anymore, but the anxiety still gnaws at you from within.

Perhaps for a different reason. This gut feeling… It's horrifying.

But you don’t know where this feeling came from. At least not yet, or maybe not ever, if Machi continues to have it her way.

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bizbat · 8 months

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I Know a Place ~ 1

~ Spiderverse x Fem!Spider!Reader

~ Reader is shorter than Miles, Pav, and Hobie, but appearance is otherwise not mentioned

~ Possible love interest include: Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, Earth 42 Miles, and Margo Kess.

~ Reader is a newer spider, who, after losing a fight against an anomaly that found its way into her universe, is consoled by her friends.

~ Wc: 1.9k

~ You can find more of my works here

~ Contents include: Fluff, Romance, Mostly platonic as of now, Slight angst, Comfort, Horror, Mentions of blood, Intimate non sexual touch, Slight Yearning.

Somewhere, in New York . . .

A group of teenagers clad in brightly colored spandex suits, sit in a booth at a small cafe. The cafe itself is a cozy, little hole-in-the-wall, known only to those lucky enough to live nearby. The teenagers rest their tired bodies, allowing their muscles to melt into the soft leather seats, as they're embraced by the warm aroma of nutmeg, cinnamon, vanilla, and cocoa.

The calming scents swirled in the air, providing the teenagers a much needed sense of comfort and relief. They chatted amongst themselves, some excited from the battle they had just won, some wearily listening and occasionally providing their own input. All engaging in the conversation one way or another. All except for one.

One of the teenagers sat silently staring into her drink. Her mind, like her peers, was still on the fight the had just walked away from, though unlike them, she wasn't exactly satisfied with the outcome. She tried to focus her gaze on the hot beverage clasped between her hands, and not on the dirt and blood splattered on her gloved fingers.

Everytime she closed her eyes she could still see it.

Horror starts here -

Previously . . .

He was an anomaly, a horrifying variant of the criminal Rhino. He was a massive man with stocky , tree trunk-like stubs for legs. He had huge, muscular arms, his fingers were thick nubs, a solid plate of keratin from his first knuckle to the tip of his fingers. Despite his giant stature, his bodybuilder physique, and his inhuman limbs which were covered in tough, dark grey skin, the characteristic that most caught the teenager's attention was his face. Two massive tusks sprouted from his skull, piercing his flesh, and causing dark blood to leak over his head, face and shoulders.

He was clearly in pain, screaming as he flung any and everything he could lift over his head. Cars, fire hydrants, chunks of sidewalk. Nothing was safe from him in his rampage. He spared no mercy as he threw objects towards innocent civilians. Thankfully, by the time Y/n had gotten there, most of the bystanders had already fled the scene, and the few that remained were quickly moved to safety. The teenager turned her attention back to the rhino-man as soon as the last citizen was safe and secure.

"You really do live up to the n-"

Y/n could barely get a word out before she was flung into the side of a building. She slowly rose to her elbows, her head spinning as broken glass clattered onto the ground around her. She felt something warm and wet run down on cool on her face beneath her mask. She hobbled to her feet the minute the loud, incessant pounding in her head stopped, another quip already on her lips, only to be interrupted once again by a whack to the face. She felt like she'd been hit with a wrecking ball as she flew through the air.

Horror ends here -

She crashed into the pavement, her head smacking the ground that cracked around her, before slowly rolling to a halt. She tried to push herself back up, with what felt like boneless arms. Her arms weakly trembled before collapsing beneath her weight. Fear rushed through her veins as the sound of thunderous footsteps approached her weakened body.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, her fists clenched and her breathing quickened as she braced herself, preparing her body to take more abuse. She felt dread embalm her entirely, her sweat cold on her skin, as the Rhino rose his arms above his head.

But before the Rhino could bring his clubbed fists down upon Y/n's crumpled body, the loud riff of an electric guitar rang through the air.

Her eyes remained closed, as bright yellows, purples, and blues flashed across the sky in blinding geometric shapes. Y/n's stiff body ironically relaxed at the sound of fighting and music, her body and mind fully exhausted. She only began to open her eyes when she heard a familiar voice softly calling her name, gently coaxing her to rise to her feet.

Currently . . .

Y/n sat near the window, strictly gazing into the mug between her hands. She had been so focused on her own moping she hadn't noticed the conversation around her had begun to lull.

"Y/n, you alright there, bruv?"

Her head snapped up, her attention suddenly placed on the british man seated across from her.

"Huh!?" Y/n's gaze drifted to the other teenagers sitting with her, unintentionally now the center of their attention. "What do you mean? I'm fine. I'm okay."

The teenagers around her exchanged glances before turning back to her. "Y'know, it's okay if you aren't okay, though," Gwen, the blonde sitting beside her replied, her voice had been the one to pull Y/n from her pained stupor. Gwen gently placed her cup of hot cocoa onto the table in front of her, before lightly stroking Y/n's forearm with her thumb.

"I know, I'm okay. Really. . . I am." Y/n dropped her gaze back to the hot, sweet smelling beverage in her hands. The cafe the teenagers took refuge in had some of the best food and drinks any of the spider's had ever had. It was a family business, run by an older couple and tended to by their granddaughter. It had been a place of comfort for Y/n since she had come across it while chasing a pickpocket down an alley.

Unconvinced, the rest of the teens sat quietly. "Is it about the fight cause if it is you got nothing to worry about" said miles, a chocolatey ring on his top lip. "When I was 'bout a month into being Spider-man, I had to fight Scorpion." Miles shook his head. "Lost so bad, it was on the news. My mom heard about it."

"Really?" Hobie questioned, taking a bite of his pastry, "That bad, huh", he followed earning a glare from Miles.

"Oh please, that's nothing! When I first became Spider-Woman, I got absolutely wrecked by Doc Oc! I got publically laughed at for two weeks!" Countered Gwen, her hands moving as she spoke. "I couldn't go out without hearing someone laugh about it."

Hobie chuckled, causing Gwen to toss a large marshmallow in his direction, "And what of you, Pav?"

"First of all, what about you, Hobie? You've never lost a fight?" Said Pavitr, flustered at the sudden attention. "Oi we'll get there when we get there, yeah? Your turn."

Pavitr sat back in the booth, his hand raised to his chin as he thought of his most embarrassing loss. "One time I . . . got . . . a got a bloody nose through my mask?"

"Yeah, but did you lose?" Asked Miles.

". . .no. But it was on TV!" Pavitr raised both hands in defence after earning a playful groan from the whole table, "Of course not", and "No surprise there" flying from his friend's mouths. "I'm sure mine will happen sooner or later!" Pav turned to face Hobie once again. "Okay, okay, your turn, Hobie. Tell us your most embarrassing story." Hobie sniffed, leaning back and putting his arms behind his head. "What's there to talk about, mate? I never lose."

"Right." It was the first thing Y/n had said with a smile on her face. Hobie glanced over at her, a soft smile replacing the frown she wore earlier. Hobie straightened in his seat, "Well-I mean- I-This one time right," Y/n laughed at his sudden disposition, "I was just off holiday, y'know, so of course I'm gonna be a bit rusty, a little out of it, y'know," the table began to giggle at his frantic excuses.

"But yeah, I'd just come off holiday, I start to swing around, warm up, got my blood flowing again, out of nowhere, this-this airship comes flying my way, absolutely massive, comes outta nowhere," "Oh it came at you, did it?" Pavitr asked between laughs. "Yeah," Hobie claimed, a faux irritation coating his words "It came at me, Pav man, you even listening? So it comes at me," he continued.

"I'm looking down, hundreds of adoring fans below, all lookin' back up at me, my senses kick in, little too late, yeah, but they do," Miles wheezes at Hobie's erratic retelling, his fist lightly pounding the table, as gwen writhes in her seat with her head thrown back. Y/n and Pavitr exchange glances with tears in their eyes whenever Hobie stumbles over his words or repeats himself.

"I look up at just the right time for the universe to take it out on me, i guess, and then WHAM! I smack into the aircraft, face first, all my fans still watching me as I plumet to certain death, just laughing, like I don't protect them everyday from the cold, greedy hands of a power-abusing, capitalistic, autocratic, and bigoted nightmare!"

By now every teen at the table is in hysterics, laughing so loud the table shakes with all their food and drink. Hobie and Miles have taken the slapping each others arms, as they cackle at Hobie, as Gwen has visible tears pouring down her face.

After being yelled at for being to loud and calming down, the group sits in a pleasant silence. Y/n sighed, yeah, today could've gone better for her, but in the end, she was thankful she had the kind of friends willing to embarass themselves to make her feel better. "Thank you, guys," Y/n mumbled out, a happy yet somber expression on her face, as they began to meander out of the cafe. "For tonight, and for . . . earlier."

"Aye, no problem, Y/n," Miles said, slipping an arm over her shoulder and looking into her eyes, a warm grin spread across his dimpled cheeks. "Any time." Pavitr gently stroked her knuckles with his thumb as he held her hand. The teens took off in the direction of Y/n's home, joking all the way. They saw her safely to her door.

Noticing the time, Gwen turned to Y/n and wrapped her arms tightly around her shoulders. "I'm sorry, I gotta get going," she saldy muttered as she squeezed Y/n. She pulled slightly from their embrace. "But I'll see you tomorrow?" Gwen stared into her face for confirmation, a playful smirk rising to her face as her cheeks heated up. "Bye Gwen, I'll see you tomorrow." Y/n felt her own cheeks grow warm, a little dismayed when Gwen fully pulled her arms from her.

Pavitr swallowed her form in his own muscular arms from behind, resting his cheek on her head. "I have to leave too," He groaned. Y/n giggled as he complained, a playfully sad look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow too, Pav." Y/n laughed again as Hobie had to physically pull Pavitr away from her, before squeezing her shoulder himself and winking as he stepped through the portal.

Miles was the last to leave, he always was. He wanted to make sure Y/n was okay, having been no stranger to messing up himself. "You good?" Y/n sighed again, but this time it was filled with much less sorrow. She looked up at Miles and felt a warm smile rise to her lips. "I'm good Miles . . . Thank you. Really." Miles shrugged his shoulders as he beamed at Y/n before hugging her goodbye like the others. He lingered, just a bit, before letting his arms slip from her shoulders.

Miles stepped towards the portal, turning to grin at Y/n for the last time that night.

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Hey Vod’ika, hope you’re having a happy new year! I was wondering if you could do a f!reader x Fordo piece(or with and alpha arc really). Reader is a special ops officer and works closely with them, and has the most devastating crush on him. The thing is reader is really depressed and has a very low opinion of herself for a lot of reasons so she doesn’t think she even has a shot. The trooper himself thinks otherwise, and all it takes for everyone’s feelings to come to light is reader accidentally finding the trooper’s sketchbook which is filled to the brim with hand drawn sketches pinups of her(I like to headcanon the clones sometimes had a natch for art because Jango had a natural hand for it) and she’s shocked and honored but has a lot of questions. Que the embarrassing confession between reader and trooper ;) sorry if this is all weirdly specific pls don’t feel pressed to get every detail if you don’t want don’t mind me I’m just feeling crazy today

The Sketchbook

Summary: You've had a crush on Fordo for ages, and you're convinced nothing will ever come of it. And then you find the sketchbook.

Pairing: ARC Captain Fordo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1373

Warnings: Reader is not in the best place mentally speaking

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to what you wanted. And I'm sorry it took so long!

You mumble under your breath as you walk through the halls of Topica City, your gaze locked on your datapad as you quickly parse through the information from one of the special ops teams.

Once upon a time, at the beginning of the war, you would have been with them, going over the information in real time, but after a serious injury left you with a prosthetic leg, you were relegated to having to analyze information from Kamino, rather than on the front lines.

No one blames you. Which is fine, you blame yourself enough for an entire squad.

You turn a corner, and let out a startled noise as you crash into something very solid. Red and white armor, and jaig eyes on the helmet hanging from his hands…whoops.

“Captain Fordo, my apologies, I didn’t see you.” You internally swear at yourself, of course you didn’t see him, you weren’t looking. Gods, you’re so dumb sometimes-

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have been lurking around corners,” Fordo interrupts your mental train of thought, his voice quiet.

“Even so, I should have been paying more attention.” You say quickly, “I should know better than to try and read and walk at the same time-”

“Don’t worry about it, really.” Fordo interrupts you again, “It’s not like you would have been able to hurt me.” His harsh words are accompanied with a kind smile, and your heart lurches.

Now is not the time for your embarrassing crush to rear its ugly head, you think firmly to yourself. “Well, thank goodness for small mercies, right?” You say with a tiny smile, “But I’ll get out of your way, Captain.”

“Fordo,” He murmurs, “We see each other daily.” He clarifies, “You can just call me by my name.”

“I…of course.” You say, slightly awkwardly, “Fordo, then.”

He smiles again, seemingly pleased with something so simple, “I appreciate it. But I do have to go-”

“Right! Of course. I’ll get out of your way!” You step to the side, and Fordo steps past you continuing down the hall, and you sigh, as you continue your trek to your office. You’re not going to get anything else done today, that’s for sure.

After all, you never do when you get the chance to talk to Fordo.

You push your way into your office and set your datapad on your desk, before you sink into your seat and press your face into your hands.

Frankly, your crush on Fordo is humiliating. He’s literally perfect, and you’re…well you.

You push your hands through your hair, and then sit up. Fordo will never look at you the way you look at him, because you’re not good enough, and that’s fine. It’s fine.

Totally fine.

…maybe if you repeat it to yourself often enough you’ll believe it.

You focus your attention back on your datapad, and on the information that you’ve been parsing. And you slowly reach for it. At least this work will get your mind off of Fordo.

Maybe.

Several hours later, with your eyes burning with exhaustion, you finally finish for the day, and slowly make your way from your office to your suite. You walk the path blindly, exhaustion making you pay even less attention than you normally would.

Which is why you don’t see the notebook until you step on it.

You stare at it, puzzled, and then you sigh and pick it up, opening it to the first page. Surely someone wrote their name inside the book.

The notebook falls open towards a middle page and you stare, dumbly, at the image etched on the page.

It’s…you.

Page after page of you.

Images of you sitting at a table. Of you walking through the halls. Of you standing in the rain.

And every so often, there are images of you that could have only come out of the artist's imagination. Images of you clad in lingerie, images of you sprawled on the bed, you in every state of undress that you can imagine.

Your face burns with slight embarrassment as you slam the book shut, you shouldn’t have looked at those. They weren’t for your eyes. Carefully, you open to the very first page and scan for a name.

And then you nearly drop the book in surprise.

Fordo.

Fordo?

This is Fordo’s notebook?

Maybe…you should just put it back on the floor and let him find it himself. Maybe that would be better than letting him know that you saw his drawings of you.

Nervously you rub the back of your neck as you try and decide what to do.

You jump when you hear heavy footsteps behind you, and you whirl around, an excuse already on your tongue for why you’re just standing in the hallway, though the words die on your tongue when you see Fordo standing there.

His gaze drops to the book in your hands, and he shifts, slightly uncomfortably, “That’s mine.” He says quietly.

You hold it out to him, “Um, I found it. I stepped on it, I’m so sorry-”

He lightly takes the book from you, “Did you, uh…look inside?”

Your face burns, “I…yes. I was looking for a name-” You pause and your face heats a little more, “You’re a very good artist.” You offer.

“Kriff, you weren’t supposed to see those.” Fordo mutters, “Why’d it have to be this one that I dropped?”

“Um-”

“I can explain.” He says quickly, “About…about the pictures of you. And the…less than fully clothed pictures of you-”

“You don’t have to,” You take a deep breath, “I know there aren’t a lot of women here, and I’m flattered-”

“It wouldn’t matter even if there were more women here, because I’d still draw you.” Fordo interrupts. “You’re the only woman I want to draw. Ever.”

Your thought process derails completely. “...oh.”

“Look, you’re…” He pauses to gather his thoughts, “Gorgeous. Funny. Clever. And so very competent, which is unfairly attractive, so you know.” Fordo looks at you, and then he continues, “You also lost a leg and it barely slowed you down at all-”

“Fordo, you-”

“Let me finish? Please?”

You stop talking immediately, “I go out of my way to talk to you when I can, but you’re so busy all of the time, that all I can do is just put myself in your way and hope that you run into me.” Fordo continues, “And I know I’m just a clone, and I know I have millions of identical brothers, but I just want-...” He trails off with a sigh, “You. I just want you.” He pauses, “You can talk now.”

Millions of half finished thoughts spin through your mind, “You and your brothers aren’t interchangeable, Fordo.” Is the first coherent thought that slips from you, “And I’m hardly…I’m barely holding myself together most days. I’m not…any of those things that you say I am.”

“I disagree. If you could see yourself the way that I see you…” He trails off with a sigh, “Stars, you’re perfect.”

“I’m really not-”

“I want you to be mine.” Fordo says quickly, “I want to…to kiss you and hug you and make you believe me when I say nice things about you. I want to wake up every morning and see your face first thing, and I want your face to be the last thing I see before I go to bed, but I know that I don’t have anything to offer you except my affection.”

You stare at him, your lips parted in surprise, “I…don’t need anything more than that.” You finally say and his gaze snaps to yours.

Fordo scans your face for a moment, and you shift uncomfortably, “You mean it.” He finally says.

“Yeah. I mean,” You nervously twist your hair between your fingers, “I’ve had an embarrassing crush on you forever it feels like, so…yeah. I don’t want or need anything more than just your affection.”

Fordo takes a step towards you and reaches out to brush his hand against your cheek, “I can do that.”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” You ask, your voice a whisper, “I’m not the best cook but-”

“Yes. Yes, I would.” Fordo says with a small grin, “Right now.”

#star wars #tcw #arc captain fordo x reader #fordo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #F!reader fanfiction #answered asks

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Midnight Mercy

Pairing: Gahyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut, Somnophilia, Slight Degradation

Word Count: 2,607

Summary: The term "wet dream" takes on a whole new meaning in the middle of the night, nestled between the sheets of your bed.

Gahyeon needs your help in finishing what she unconsciously started.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m sorry for not uploading sooner; life just got in the way a bit. Buuuuut, I’m back now, and I’ve got a few writings already finished that I just have to edit and post for all of you to enjoy :) I hope you like this piece <3 Handong’s story will be posted soon, also, so keep an eye out for that!

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“Y/N,” a sleepy mumble came from behind you, paired with a bit of shuffling beneath the sheets.

“I’m here, Gah,” you responded, equally as tired and fully aware that she was away in dreamland somewhere and incapable of actually hearing you.

“Y/N/N,” she spoke again, this time a little louder – a little more forceful.

You rolled over, intertwining your legs with hers and laying an arm across her midriff to offer her some reassurance. Perhaps she’d feel it and fall back into a restful slumber again.

“Shhh,” you soothed, the noise slightly altered from the way your cheek pressed against your pillow.

When your fingertips lightly stroked her side in a gentle, mindless pattern, she seemed to relax and settle down. Whatever was bothering her stopped, and you lazily smiled, falling back into the rhythm of sleep right behind her.

- 20 Minutes Later -

Unconscious, unintentional stimulation. That’s all Gahyeon’s mind cared about as it prompted her body to continue the slow grind that it had begun a few minutes prior, aiming to relieve the pressure that plagued her core.

Her hips wound in sensual circles and strokes, causing her clit to rub just right against something firm and warm that just so happened to be nearby.

Only when the rocking became more forceful did she begin to wake up, and only then did she realize what she had been doing. Her pulse was quicker than normal, pumping harder in her chest, and her breathing was faster, too.

Aided by what light the moon had to offer, she peeked down at where your bodies were joined. The covers had fallen – or been pushed – away, exposing both of you to the night air.

Both of her legs were wrapped around one of yours, and as she moved to reposition them, her mouth fell open instead.

A large wet spot glistened on your thigh, darkening the leg of your grey sweatpants in a way that both embarrassed Gahyeon and aroused her.

Though she hadn’t meant to, she had nearly gotten herself off on you.

Her eyes tracked up to your face, where she found blissful ignorance etched into your features.

You were laid out on your back, breathing softly. The neckline of your tank top had ridden lower than it was meant to, due to your drowsy tossing and turning from before. She couldn't help but focus her attention there, admiring the way that your nipples were peaked beneath the thin material, just out of view.

She bit her lip, needing to busy her mouth.

The waistband of your sweats had long ago fallen below its proper place as well; your hip bones peeked out above it, and it was all her fault. Her grinding had slowly worked your pants down, pulling them little by little.

Crimson blush crept up the back of her neck, working up to her cheeks the longer she admired you.

Did you have any idea how beautiful you were?

While thousands of people threw themselves at her on the daily, all vying for any miniscule amount of attention she'd pay to them, here she was giving every bit of it to you – wholly and undivided.

She was simply a pawn in your unconscious game. And yet, for a fate that sounded so taxing, she lived for it.

Her bout of adoration was interrupted as you shifted, sensing some sort of change despite still being asleep.

Ignorant to the situation at hand, you scooted closer, returning your body to its previous position next to hers as you unconsciously sought out the warmth that she provided so well.

Your arm wrapped around her abdomen as you pulled her in, and your leg shifted back between her thighs; the motion of your readjustments reached her clit, sending a wave of pleasure washing over her again.

It reminded her of just how sensitive she was. How close.

Your cheek pressed to her chest, nuzzling there comfortably.

“Y-Y/N, baby,” she addressed, though her voice betrayed her. What she intended to sound firm was anything but; it classified more so as a broken moan than anything else.

“Mmm,” you hummed, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. Sleep played on the edge of your mind, cradling you there.

She gave into the selfish urge to grind again, just a little. No harm, no foul… right?

Her head pressed back into the pillow when your lips brushed against her breast, settling dangerously close to her nipple. Your breath fanned out across her exposed skin, exploiting how sensitive it was; her thin crop top was practically useless as a barrier. If anything, it only heightened what she was feeling.

It was almost too much to handle; her head spun, dizzied by everything that came along with having you so close.

“Y/N, wake up,” she tried again, voice still airy.

You muttered a low protest and drew her closer, not listening.

“You feel so good,” you complimented through a sleepy, blissful sigh, your lips ghosting across her skin with the words. Your hand skimmed down further, meeting the curve of her side, before coming to rest above the line of her thong.

The pulse between her thighs grew stronger with everything you did. Shame pervaded her mind at the idea of using you like this to get off, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted it. Wanted to take advantage of such a perfect opportunity – of you, and your flawless body. It made her feel dirty, but turned on all the same.

“Gah,” you uttered, beginning to wake up and break through the haze of sleep. “What’s wrong?” She was tense in your arms, and doing everything she could to keep some distance between you.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the dark before propping up on your elbow to look at her.

With her head turned away, you couldn’t see the helpless way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, or the furrow of her brows as she focused hard on refraining from riding your thigh.

Your grip on her waist tightened as you shifted close enough to peek at her face; the subtle move made her moan, and it was then that you began to piece things together. You glanced down between your bodies, finding her two thighs trapping one of yours in precious need. A gentle smile showed on your face, full of curious wonder.

She was absolutely ruinous.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner, baby?”

“I tried,” she said. “You were out like a light.”

Two half-truths that conveniently enabled her to forego explaining her deeper desires. Admitting just how much she had enjoyed the thrill of using you in your altered state wasn’t an option in her mind.

The slight undertone of annoyance in the unsteady waves of her voice made your smile deepen. She really must have been suffering.

“Use me now, then,” you resolved simply. “Finish what you started.”

She turned her face to look at you – finally – allowing you to see her rosy cheeks and the want in her eyes. Her hair was mussed, a bit disheveled as it splayed across the pillow in multiple directions. Still, she was breathtaking.

“Y-you don’t mind?” She asked smally.

You let out a little laugh at that. “Of course not. Why would I?”

“I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood. Since you’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t want to bother–

“Gahyeon, look at me,” you interrupted her rambling, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. “I will always be in the mood for you, okay?” You raised your brows expectantly.

She nodded, taking your words of reassurance to heart.

“Making you feel good makes me feel good. So come here,” you coaxed, settling back against the pillows behind you. “...I want to watch you ride me.”

Her heart skipped a beat, both in part from your sweetness and also from your request. She wasn’t often plagued by shyness, but you had the mysterious ability of bringing it out in her at times like this.

A timid smile reached her lips as she rolled over, obediently moving to straddle you. Her wet shorts made contact with your exposed stomach, making you draw in a breath. She laid down atop you, aligning her body with yours; she was practically humming with need.

“You’re so good to me,” she praised, musing gratefully.

You smiled as her lips grazed your cheek, pressing a few soft kisses to it before she buried her face in the safety of your neck. You wrapped your arms around her, letting her settle comfortably between them and find her confidence again.

Her hips began to move in small strokes, still reserved, like she was testing the waters. Your hands gained purchase on the small of her back, guiding her to move freely and release her inhibitions.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Don’t hold back.”

The reassurance in your sweet voice successfully spurred her on, and she began to own her desire, slowly but surely.

In time with her grinding, her pillowy lips drug across your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses in their wake.

She gave into the urge to mark you when you moaned her name under your breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

“Is this what you wanted to do while I was asleep?” You asked, tilting your head to the side to give her better ease of access. “Too much of a slut to be patient… Just wanted to use me to get off, huh?”

She nodded, humping faster. The degradation in your tone made her clit throb harder than before, and the humiliation of being found out made her heart pound.

She should’ve known you’d put the pieces together eventually.

“Didn’t wanna wait…” she mumbled between kisses, fessing up, “...felt too good to stop.”

She allowed her hands to wander over your body, ghosting her nails across your skin just enough to leave goosebumps as she trailed them towards your chest. She kneaded one of your breasts through your tank top, groping it like she’d been dying to ever since waking up.

You whimpered, and the sound of it made her hips jerk and stutter briefly.

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” she cursed under her breath. Her shorts rubbed against your stomach and pelvis, spreading her slick everywhere, making a mess on you. The heady scent of her arousal filled the space between you, igniting something within you with every inhale you drew in.

In one motion, she pulled your top down, fully exposing your chest to her eager eyes. The thin straps of it fell down your arms, hanging loosely.

Under her heavy gaze, it was your turn to be shy; she sat up to take in the full sight of you, still straddling your waist.

Her hands splayed across your stomach as she continued to grind, reveling in the friction that her clit received. The force of her thrusts moved you as well, causing your breasts to bounce.

The image of you like that only made her wetter, and she made it a point to etch it into her mind to remember later.

Your fingertips skated to the edge of her shirt, which you promptly pulled off of her and tossed elsewhere into the surrounding darkness.

You sat up and kissed her exposed skin, encouraged by her poorly-suppressed sounds of pleasure.

She was a work of art, and as you nipped and licked everywhere your mouth could reach, you attempted to paint a hundred different odes to her. Little tributes, all reminders of your devotion to her that she could discover later. Every mark was a splash of color, growing a deeper shade as you fell even more in love.

With your bodies intertwined and her writhing insatiably within your arms, you felt invigorated.

Your lips enveloped her nipple as you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened peak. She melted into you at the feeling, pushing herself closer and closer to give you as much access as possible.

On their own accord, your hips began to wind.

Your own clit throbbed, having been completely ignored the entire time. But now it brushed against the bunched up crotch of your sweatpants as you moved, attaining a taste of relief.

Erratically, Gahyeon’s muscles jumped against you. You could feel her impending orgasm beginning to take over; her moans grew louder, and her movements less controlled.

They were stuttered and messy, even causing the headboard to collide with the wall a few times. But you couldn't have cared less; you simply smiled triumphantly and met her with the same level of intensity, encouraging her to chase after her high and use you however she needed to.

"Y/N/N, baby" she warned, voice whiny and strained with effort, "I'm gonna…"

You released her nipple with a wet pop and brought a hand up to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. She submitted immediately and gave you control, welcoming your tongue into her mouth as she teetered on the edge.

You threaded your fingers into her hair, tightening your grip without warning. The sensation – paired with one final, perfectly timed grind – sent her over the edge.

A slew of whiny moans came out of her, high pitched and breathless. Stars erupted behind her eyelids, and her mind raced with thoughts of you. She held tightly to them, hanging onto the glorious feeling for as long as possible, never wanting it to end.

As you coaxed her through the aftershocks, she suckled on your lower lip, languidly riding out every last one of them. She jerked a few times, clinging to you like her life depended on it.

She was especially sensitive when you reached into her shorts and circled her swollen clit with your thumb.

"How about another, baby? Since you did so well for me." You offered against her lips, enjoying the way she trembled.

Her resulting, sheepish nod inspired a smile to form on your face.

“Oh and, for the record,” you added, brushing the tip of your nose against hers, “you can do whatever you want with me, anytime; even if I’m sleeping. I don’t mind.”

You felt the way that she clenched at that, her walls responding to the mere future promise of it alone, and your grin only deepened.

She shook like a leaf as you moved even closer, allowing your lips to hover next to her ear.

“I know you want to, jagi. It's cute."

An embarrassed groan left her, but you were only encouraged by it.

"Maybe I should pretend," you teased, shutting your eyes as you laid back down onto the pillows. "This better?"

When you let out a fake snore, she whined in protest and smacked your shoulder.

"Yah! Cut it out!"

You chuckled and pulled her down, pressing a kiss to her cheek to smooth things over again and win her back. Your fingertips swirled across her clit again, like an unspoken apology to ease her anger.

Despite the pouting she was doing, she leant in to kiss you anyway.

It didn't take long for her to melt into it, either – giving herself up to you again like the good girl she was.

Moonlight fell across her features, highlighting all of the ways they scrunched together in pleasure when you quickened your movements in her shorts. You eased two fingers into her and curled them, inspiring a loud moan to slip out of her mouth.

With a smirk, you accepted what fate had in store:

Neither one of you would be getting any more sleep tonight.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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Hi hi!! I have an ask for the pack! I feel like you’ve answered a question similar to this but I’m not sure, so ignore this if you have LMAO

I am dying to know if the boys are more tits or ass men when it comes to (Y/n) 😭 like who buried their head in her chest even if it isn’t sexual just cuz they love how it feels that much 😭 (I feel as though I already know what Minho’s answer would be)

Anyways, I LOVE your writing and your SKZ!Pack series is honestly my favorite thing on tumblr! Much love! <3

"Sorry it took so long for us to get around to answering questions again." Chan rubs at the back of his neck, an apologetic expression pulling at his lips. "We had to consider our answers for this one in particular."

"Psh. No we didn't." Changbin scoffs, and Chan shoots him a halfhearted glare. The other alpha smirks. "We all know our answers to this question. And so does everyone else."

"Be nice to Channie." You berate teasingly, trying your very best to keep your face straight. "You know he's scared of girls."

Jisung cackles and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Coulda fooled us all then. Changbin-hyung never made a move on him cause he was terrified Chan-hyung was straight as a stick."

"I was not!" Changbin protests instantly and the omegas titter amongst themselves with amusement.

Hyunjin continues without mercy.

"And then we had to listen to him complain for hours about Chan 'working him like a slave driver' when in reality he had the biggest crush in existence on his mentor and studio buddy, but was too scared to do anything about it."

"That's not true!" Changbin protests again, weaker this time, knowing he's fighting a losing battle.

"Really? Isn't it?" You give him your most innocent stare. "Because I seem to remember you offering me up as his girlfriend before you even let the man speak."

"That was self preservation!" Changbin exclaims with exasperation, looking entirely too tired for this conversation.

"How is that self preservation?" Jisung interrupts, looking so gleeful it borders on wicked. "Noona was ready to murder you. And honestly, I'd be more scared of her than Chan-hyung anyday." He holds out a placating hand toward the head alpha. "No offense, hyung."

Chan shakes his head with an accepting little smile. "None taken. I get it."

"Okay back on topic-" Seungmin pulls everyone back to focus, the annoyance clear in the nasal of his tone.

"Try to suspend your fear of the female species for just a few moments, Christopher." Minho remarks offhandedly, a smirk pulling at his lips, as he glances at the head alpha.

Chan rolls his eyes. "Everyone just answer the question."

You sit back in your chair with a satisfied, eager air. "This is gonna do wonders for my self confidence."

"Oooh I'll go first." Jeongin rubs his hands together, looking you up and down slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, as if he's a predator sizing up his prey.

It's not even remotely scary, and way too adorable.

"Tits. It's not even a contest."

"Yeah, because you're a baby." Jisung grumbles, trying to get a rise out the omega.

It doesn't work.

Minho mock gasps at the youngest's use of language and makes a move to cuff his ear, which the grinning Jeongin dodges easily.

"Who taught you that language?"

"Jisungie-hyung obviously."

Minho turns his death stare on Jisung, who suddenly looks a whole lot less jovial, and a whole lot more contrite.

"Sorry, hyung."

The beta accompanies the apology with a shrug, which takes away from the sincerity, but it seems to placate Minho, at least for the moment.

"Fine." The alpha sighs a long breath through his nose. "I'm an ass man. Obviously."

"Butt hunter winner every single year in a row." Hyunjin nods seriously, biting back a smile.

"He's also really good at spanking." Jisung pipes up, looking slightly haunted, as if he can feel Minho's phantom handprint stinging on his skin right now. "That shit hurts."

Minho shrugs. "I've been working out."

"Um, excuse me." You interrupt teasingly. "Can we come back to me please?"

"I am also an ass man." Changbin volunteers, raising his hand, with a smirk in your direction.

"You definitely are." You agree immediately with a slight laugh. "Why else would you buy me leggings and make me go to the gym with you? I'm pretty sure I'm not that great of a workout buddy."

Changbin grins and winks. "Guilty."

"I, on the other hand, am a tits-" Jisung starts to say, but quickly backtracks when Minho levels him with a glare powerful enough to kill. "-boobs man. Who wouldn't want to squish those things between their hands and bury their face in them?"

"My breasts and I are always at your disposal." You grin at the beta, and he looks sufficiently touched.

"Thank you, noona. That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me."

"I'm also on team boobs." Felix looks thoughtful, and everyone turns to him in surprise. He shrugs under the attention, giving the other pack members a knowing smile. "Why is that shocking? I mean, besides sexually, they're super comfortable, like built in pillows, and I like how comforting and soft and warm they are when noona hugs me."

"Ah, baby." You coo at the adorableness of the omega. "You're also a bottom though. So you get a pretty good view when they're in your face all the time. So I'm gonna say that has also biased you."

Jisung cackles again and Felix flushes a bright red, but he doesn't deny it.

"I'm an ass kind of guy." Hyunjin remarks, slinging his arm around Seungmin, who nods in agreement.

"Me too."

"It's just nice to have something to look at? And like, noona has a nice ass, okay, it jiggles just the right amount, and I get why Minho-hyung always slaps asses now. And I used to dance, so the trained eye is drawn to a nice physique."

Everyone turns to Chan now, who has been sitting silently since the beginning of the conversation.

"Do you feel ready now, Christopher?" Minho asks, deadpan, but you can tell he's teasing, poking. "Ready to talk about women and their alien, scary parts?"

Chan sighs heavily and rolls his eyes.

"Oh my god. I hate you all."

You grin and lean your chin on his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

"No you don't. Now answer the question. Inquiring minds need to know."

"I am-" Chan sighs, looking like he regrets answering this already. "-a boobs leaning man." He holds up a hand, as if knowing the younger members are going to interrupt and burst into chaos at his admission. "I like asses too, but there's something about-"

The tips of his ears go red, and he sighs again, and you bite back a smile, because you can tell he's physically suffering.

He goes on.

"-about being able to cup something, while you're doing certain activities? It appeals to my primal brain I guess."

Minho slow claps. "Well done, Christopher. We're all very proud."

Chan sighs so hard you think he's going to dislocate something.

You can't resist teasing him a little.

"He also likes to leave marks on them. You know. Because he's Chan."

Chan groans from beside you, shooting you a betrayed look, and the younger pack members-free now from under the head alpha's stern gaze-immediately lose their shit.

"Oh my god, hyung, I can't believe I never thought of that!"

"Boobs just suddenly became a whole lot more appealing."

"You can leave ass marks too. Trust me. And it's just as satisfying. Bite into that sucker like a fucking apple."

"Double oh my god, I've never thought of that either!"

Chan leans in to your space and mutters forlornly beneath his breath to you, "Why do you hate me?"

You laugh and press a kiss to his cheek. "I don't. On the contrary, I love you."

Around you, the debate is still evolving.

"Changbin-hyung, when you thought Chan-hyung was straight, did you take him for a boobs man?"

"Of course he did! Why else do you think he was ridiculously into hyung of all people? Look at the double d's on the man himself! He knew he'd be into him, even if just for the Biddies!"

Chan shrugs now, glancing across the room to Changbin, letting his gaze linger a little longer than necessary on the other alpha's toned chest. "I mean. They're not wrong."

Changbin sighs like his soul has left his body, and the cause is Han Jisung.

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Interesting Dreams Part 2

Ship: Brad Bakshi x reader

Warnings: SMUT (mdni): Vibrators, exhibitionism, teasing, orgasm denial, possessive. Swearing.

Summary: After your encounter with Brad last week, he has a little surprise for you.

A/N: The long awaited Part twoooooo yay! Finally Finished!

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A couple of days had passed since the incident. You had barely spoken to Brad, meaning you had only spoken to him when necessary. That was in directory meetings and when you had to present him the designs for the new weapons in the game to see if they were marketable, and even then, you limited yourself to give him the design on paper and look straight down to the floor.

Poppy had confronted you about the dream a couple of times, saying that she didn’t know what you saw in Brad (which you didn’t know yourself). But you shut her down quickly when you brought up her dream about Ian. Of course, the situation wasn’t the same, because differently from Poppy, you did in fact want to be fucked by Brad. You wanted it so bad it was the only thing you thought about everyday at work. You always had him in view, since your office was right in front of his and they both had clear windows. He always was either pacing around with coffee in his hand or very concentrated on his Mac, working on something you didn’t know. It was very ironic how a couple of weeks ago you agreed with everyone around the office on hating Brad, but it only took a dream for you to change your mind about the lanky man (This is probably because you lied to yourself). While he was in his office, you only fantasized about what he would do to you. You wanted him to fuck you in his office, to treat you like he owned you.

There he was now, he was talking on the phone to some client, you assumed. He looked calm and collected, he probably sounded like that too. Although, you could look through that facade. He was calm, but you could see the cogs in his head turning. You could see that he was plotting a scheme or finding a way to make the client crack. That’s something you admired from him, how he could look collected and make everyone be at his mercy all at the same time.

Your thoughts were interrupted suddenly when you saw Brad looking directly at you. He caught you looking at him, practically undressing him with your eyes. He immediately smirked and looked away. You also turned your gaze away from him, blushing madly and trying to focus again on your work.

After that, you heard someone knock on the door of your office. David appeared with his usual fake smile and positive attitude. A part of you was scared that he was going to talk to you to mention the incident that happened with Brad a couple of days prior. You discarded the possibility remembering how nervous he was when he found out about the dream, thinking that if he were to bring the topic up, he wouldn’t be so jolly.

“Good Morning Y/N! I just wanted to tell you that we will have a directory meeting at 12pm, so be ready for that! he said, accentuating the “T” at the end. You liked David, to a certain extent. You immediately started liking him less when he ratted you out to Brad.

“Sure. But couldn’t you have send me an email with the details of the meeting? I could’ve prepared something on what we were working on right now in the art department”

“Yep, sorry. We forgot to tell you. See you later!” And with that he left, closing the door behind him

You sighed. Typical. You, the art director, were forgotten when setting up a very important meeting. You needed a fucking break, you didn’t get paid enough to keep up with all this bullshit.

You went to the breakroom, where Poppy and Ian were talking next to the coffee machine. You pushed Ian aside without even talking to him to prepare yourself a coffee and grab a packet of Pop Tarts. Poppy and Ian started talking to you about their lives, just making casual conversation. Ian was telling you and Poppy about a hookup he had the night before. Although it was a very graphic explanation, you lived for the drama of it all. At some point, Poppy tried to bring up Brad into the conversation, but every time she hinted at the subject, you shot her a stern look, not wanting to talk about your experiences regarding Brad.

Ian looked at you and Poppy weirdly, clearly feeling excluded from the conversation. He then said his “goodbye”s and left for his office. Immediately after he left, Poppy looked at you, wiggling her eyebrows, clearly not scared of you revealing her wet dream about Ian anymore.

“So? You’re not going to ask him out?” Poppy said, trying to usher you into caving in and admitting your crush on the tall man.

“Absolutely not.” you said with the most serious look. To prove your seriousness, you took a sip of your coffee.

“Oh come on! You know you like him, admit it!”

“Poppy, he’s a fucking sociopath. I’ve been with guys like him before and I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“Aha! So you do admit he’s your type!” She said, with an exaggerated tone of voice, as if she just resolved a case.

“Poppy! Such the fuck up!” You shushed her “Plus, I’d be surprised if he doesn’t already have someone in his life… Anyway, I’m not asking him out, he’s probably already weirded out enough”

“I’m sure he’s not. You said it yourself, he’s a fucking weirdo. Remember when he tried to bet on my hair? Yeah, fucking weirdo” She rambled “My point is, he’s probably turned on by all this.”

“Ew, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m too busy for this shit, I’m going back to my office. Tell me if you need anything work related. Bye.” And with that you left straight to your office.

When you arrived, you sat on your roller chair sighing. You brushed your hand over your face in pure self-doubt. Should you ask him out? Should you just ignore this whole situation? You didn’t know. All of this was raising a lot of questions in your head. Opening your eyes again, you went to reach your computer to continue working before your meeting when you hand touched a small, wrapped box. When you inspected it further, you saw a note was attached to it. You opened the small envelope curious to see who left the little box on your office table. You hadn’t seen anyone enter, too occupied talking to Poppy.

“ A little present for you. Be a good girl and put these on for the directory meeting in around half an hour. I have the remote.

Brad”

After reading the note, you immediately opened the box, tearing into the deep red wrapping paper that covered it neatly. You opened the lid to reveal a pair of vibrator panties. Your eyes immediately widened at the sight. The fact that Brad would spend this amount of money to torture you was unbelievable to you. Even if you were a bit grossed out by the situation, you were also very curious on how all of this was to play out. Without a second thought (before you regretted it) you rushed to the bathroom and put them on.

Ten minutes later, you rushed to the meeting and sat next to the man responsible for the vibrator between your legs. He was sitting slouching in his seat as if he didn’t give a fuck about anything, with one leg over the other, pressing his ankle on his opposite thigh. He leaned into you a bit and whispered in your ear.

“Are you wearing it?” he said. You nodded softly, gulping in anticipation. “Good girl” your pussy throbbed at that, you loved his praises.

You saw him put his hand into his pocket and the vibration between your thighs started softly, drawing a pleased hum out of you. He was kinky, you’d give him that.

When it was your turn to show everyone your designs, you knew Brad would make your life impossible. As you went to stand up, the vibration in between your legs speeded up, making you jump, drawing a concerned and confused look from David. You couldn’t think about anything but Brad during your presentation, your voice shook, you slightly whimpered, you sweated and could barely recall what you needed to say.

“Y/N, are you ok? You really don’t seem like yourself today” David said, concern laced in his voice. You slightly looked at Brad, who looked at you with lust-filled eyes and smirked at you.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. C-can I please c-continue?” You couldn’t help but stutter, it felt too good.

“S-sure…?”

You kept going through the presentation and when you were done, you went back to your seat, crossing your legs to try to stop the build up. It was Brad’s time to present. He looked so sexy while engaging with his small public that consisted of the directory committee: Poppy, Ian, David, C.W. and yourself.

“The weapons Y/N designed were a huge hit, and they’ve been selling like hot cakes. Good girl Y/N.” You almost choked when he said that. A silence filling the room.

“T-thank you Brad.” You said flushed.

“Well that was fucking weird” Said Ian.

At one moment, he put his hands on his pockets and amplified the vibrations while was presenting. You were so fucking close. You needed release and without realizing, you smacked the table with your hand hard. Then you tried to camouflage it as a cough when everybody looked at you weirdly. That cough sounded more like a moan than anything, but people didn’t dare to question anything. Brad knew you were so. Fucking. Close. That was when he completely stopped the vibrations. When he wrapped up his presentation, you rushed to your office.

“What was that about?” David said, weirded out.

“I don’t know,” Brad said, bored.

Brad paraded after you and found you hunched over your desk. You were on the brink of your orgasm and he denied it like he owned you, which he kind of did. You haven’t been this frustrated in a long time.

“H-hey, uh… what’s going on?” he said in an innocent tone. You stood up to confront him, full of a new-found confidence.

“What is your fucking deal? I was so fucking close, and you put me in the spot SEVERAL times. I’m so fucking done with you Brad” You sounded really pissed, because you were.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist.” he said annoyed

“Oh fuck you!” you shouted

“Careful there, princess. You’re playing with fire.” With that, he pressed you against your desk and, yet again, leaned into your ear, whispering “You don’t want me to deny you of your orgasm again, do you?”

“N-no…” With his body pressed to yours, your brain barely functioned. You didn’t know what was going on with you, you never acted like this.

“Good girl. Now, I have to go. I’ll see you later.” before he left, he brushed his lips with yours. Not quite kissing you, just teasing.

You were left there, dumbfounded (again). You breathed deeply, and your eyes were wide. You probably looked crazy, a complete mess. And worst of all, you were the wettest you had ever been. You were so fucking frustrated. You wanted to shout, scream and have a tantrum but, most of all, you wanted to cum. You wanted Brad to fuck you like he owned you.

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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The Debt~Part 4

TW: Edging, smut, language, and sexual themes throughout. I do not own any of the characters but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform. Please and thank you.

Summary: You have decided to give Rafe a taste of his own medicine for his previous success at seduction in the form of frosting play and your own vulgarity…

Words: 2200

The Debt: Part Four

The memory of his skilled fingers training you for his touch and learning your reactions led you to remiss rather mundane tasks as you had begun to notice details of Rafe that would have otherwise gone unnoticed. Such elements consisted of the tensing of his jaw as he silently disagreed with Ward while discussing work to the way his plaid button-ups and pastel polos would silently cry to the mercy of his natural flex. It was enough to leave you nearly manic, but not enough to forget your plan to enact revenge in reference to your moment shared in that dressing room just over a week prior. And this moment would come in the later afternoon of that Sunday, crossing the threshold of the bakery to complete one of the final tasks of your dreaded wedding preparations.

“So here we have coconut and almond-a summer favorite among the locals-” The patissier began to discuss the flavors set between you and Rafe as your eyes came over the bite-sized sweets that lined a series of silver trays before you. But in your attempts to focus on the continuation of essences offered in a rather lively display of varying colors and aromas, you had to keep from lifting your eyes to one of those innocuous moments that left you wet with anticipation. The simple glide of his fingers pulling his sleeves to the bend of his elbows, conjured wicked visions of that strong forearm wrapping you against him as his fingers rode your slick strip in vicious relentlessness-

“Actually, she’s allergic to strawberries…” Your mother would answer for you, casting a momentary glance of annoyance for your mind recently plagued with sexual thoughts that ran pereptually endless behind your glossed over gaze. The interruption allowed you to redirect your focus all while he smirked, somehow well aware that the blush on your cheeks was because of him. That pompous little grin he wore whenever your eyes found him across the room had been visible for the last time…it was now time to enact your revenge…

“And THIS is creme brulee?” You inquired, pulling a fork between your perfect petal lips, bringing your eyes to roll back into your head at the light vanilla flavor enhanced with notes of caramelized nuttiness. Even if it wasn’t a favorite to cross your palette, you mimicked the same actions you had within the confines of that dressing room, complete with a near Meg Ryan-styled public moan, before offering him a bite himself. Cocking a grin, he agreed, before you noticed how your mother looked to you with frustration and Sarah had in amusement; as if there was finally life within this necessary assignment.

“Maybe there’s something other than cake…” Your mother rose to her feet, followed by Sarah and now Rose, who returned from arranging the finances of what you would eventually decide on, as Rafe released a scoff once you were left alone with him, as he was anything but impressed.

“I know what you’re trying to do…”

“Yeah…eating cake…” You answered aloud, rather dismissively, playing innocent, while drawing a bite of chocolate ganache between your fingers and between your lips. You noticed how his eyes followed the lines of your fingers and contortion of your face, nearly orgasmic in the rush of chocolate overload across your tongue, feeling as if you were affecting him in some way. But his words would claim otherwise.

“It’s going to take a little bit more than that, sweetheart…” He waged, pulling a lemon pineapple sponge cake to his own lips, as you realized his words were true. Rafe Cameron had women from every level of experience slip through his bed sheets, leading you to realize that you needed more than battling lashes and your teeth captured between your lips to garner the desired reaction. And that was just what you would accomplish…

Just before that bite of canary hued confection came to his lips, you wrapped your fingers swiftly over his pliable wrists before leading it to your mouth. Drawing the frosting clad fingers between your teeth, you kept his gaze while allowing your thumb to swirl the tip of his digit until it was entirely consumed. Watching his Adam’s apple rise and collapse in a troubled swallow, you slowly pulled his touch from your mouth, pride omitting from your expression as his words were now untrue; as it didn’t take much to affect him at all.

At the very second his lips parted to speak of what you could have bet anything to be something dripping with dominance, the girls returned to the table with a new array of treats to try. All while discussing the difference between cupcakes, cake pops, and candy, you could feel Rafe observing you in a way that was somewhere between awe and fractured patience. The continuation of your pride was evident in the smile effervescent across your face-annoying in and arousing him in equal measure; but tormenting him above all else. And yet, that look of irritation was not enough in comparison to the heaving mess he left you in with your last exchange. You wanted him insatiable…desperate…manic…

“This one is red velvet?” You questioned, using the words as an excuse to lean forward against the table, pulling the cake pop from its navy blue stand, all as a mirage to the slip of your fingers over his tensing thigh.

“Do you want a taste?” You inquired, looking back at him, finding those gorgeous features to clench as you inched closer to his inseam covered beneath the table cloth, as his silence acted as his answer, and you returned at rest in your chair. Without much of a say on the decision to go with cupcakes over cake itself as your wedding party discussed the details before you, your fingers wasted no time to unbutton your fiance’s belt to find him eagerly rigid beneath your touch.

In the attempt he made to speak your name in warning, you clutched him abruptly, bringing his knees to rise quickly beneath the table, forcing every set of eyes to him as you shamelessly continued to coax his impressive shaft from base to tip. As quickly as this sudden attention made his cheeks temporarily blush, it was then disregarded as he looked to you with a heavy pair of lust blown eyes.

“Rafe? Are you-” Sarah began to question once noticing the way his eyes would screw shut and his chest rose as if in pain, while you lubricated his impressive shaft in the release of his precum endorsing your kind offer of pleasure.

“Eat your fucking cake.” He huffed as you appeared indifferent by taking a sip of your champagne to shield the level of satisfaction in knowing what you were getting away with literally right under their noses.

As those who joined you in attendance began to collect their purses and sweaters, you leaned into him, applying the perfect amount of speed and pressure; “You’re so close, aren’t you, Rafe?” He answered only with a slow nod, eyes closed, as he brought his hips to meet the difference in your actions and what he needed. But as the eyes of your guests believed he was simply reclining from a full stomach, you held the intent to leave him anything but satisfied.

“I love how you feel…So hard…So big…all for me…I bet you want my lips around you…You want me choking on you…” You grinned to your own words as he struggled to steady his breath, feeling him tense further, the veins of his shaft hungry for the release approaching rather quickly, as he appeared simply uncomfortable to the eyes that made note of his groans.

“I want you to come for me…” His teeth clenched hard enough that he believed they might shatter, the praise of your words bringing his hand to wrap in a painful grip around your wrist, leading you to pump him as he saw fit.

“Fuck…” He breathed stealthily within an exhale, unheard by those now halfway to the door, as he carried his fingers around the armrests on either side of him, knuckles white in the beginning tension of his coming release. For just a moment you had considered allowing him to come as the thought of him left stained in his own excess would be punishment in itself, but having been left in lackluster abandonment yourself, you wanted him to suffer to the greatest degree.

“I’m…” He began to worn, struggling to mutter as you smirked, grinning against his ear.

“Frustrating…isn’t it?” The warmth of your grip abandoned the painful pulsation of his cock; swollen, red, and needy exclusively for your touch. And yet, where you expected him to rise and storm away in anger, possibly even pulling you over the table into a bend in shamelessness, his eyes would only rise to you in silent disapproval. You ignored everything layered behind his gaze; the resentment, the desperation, the pleading, and even the quiet curses, until you were summoned to take your leave by your mother, doing so in a final tease of bending at his side so he could make out the fact that you ‘forgot’ your panties.

Unable to fully pull the passenger side of your mother’s Cadenza open, your wrist was suddenly captured by a familiar grasp of someone’s aggressive strength you knew all too well. Unfit against his force and speed, you were taken to alleway separating the bakery from its neighboring buildings, finding the cold stone of the wall to meet your spine.

“You want to play games, sweetheart?” The excitement was palpable behind your eyes as a smile came over your lips to accept his challenge, his eyes flashing to them for only a moment. His hand suddenly rose to your hair, pulling a gasp from your grin, as he turned you-breasts flat, against the harsh stone.

“You think it’s funny? You think I’m joking?” Suddenly the skirt of the dainty sundress you were specifically to torment him was bunched in his large grasp as the other rounded your hip and rested against the hip where your panties would have rested as the other remained embedded in your locks.

“You think you can dress like a whore yet act so innocent? You think I won’t make you scream until everyone can hear you all the way to The Cut knows who can make you come?”

“Rafe-” You spoke his name in an attempt to rival him, but knew better than to try and do so in repetition as his grip became harsh on your hip.,

“Nuh-uh…You want to play…Let’s play…” Without warning, his middle finger plunged between your thighs, pulling a groan from your lips while your nails curved around to his hips, eating into the fabric of his shorts. That grip within your hair pulled your hair back until you were in a forced rest against the recess of his shoulder.

“You want to come, don’t you? You want me to make you come, baby?” Your lips parted in the lack of care in your moans, well aware those sweet little noises only motivated him further. You bucked against his motivations, groaning in an exchange of curses and his name as he suddenly turned you to face him, his finger returning to you as your mouth hung agape in anticipation. Pistoning into you as you bowed into him, that hand recently on your hip, now came to your jaw and at a rest on your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you question if he would cross that line of erotic to dangerous; as he was skilled in taunting those blurred lines.

“The first time I make you come, it will be on my cock as I’m buried deep inside of you…Do you understand?” He slowed his fingers, now more aggressive for confirmation by speaking your name in a wrathful raise of his voice.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” His fingers continued those agonizing patterns that pulled your release to its edge. The same hand, lined with your scent, was granted your submission by the simple bob of your head.

“Good girl.” Your knees weakened to his praise as his name was suddenly summoned by Ward.

“You have no idea what you’re in for, sweetheart…” He began to lead his weight into a stride of confidence back around the way he had led you, locking your eyes just long enough to watch him pull your close release from his fingers until he inhabited you completely behind his smirk.

“Neither do you…” He was amused by your remark, before turning to leave you in shambles once again; only this time, with the motivations necessary to rival someone like Rafe Cameron; whose fingers were as vile as his words, but damn, how he could use both to make you tremble…But oh the plans you had for him...

PART 5 COMING SOON!!

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ellienettie · 2 years

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knight!Marinette w Prince!Damian

Here’s something I will definitely probably maybe never actually work on but want to <3

The idea for this is basically set in more,, royal(?) times, and Ra’s is a king and Damian’s a prince with Marinette as his knight. They fall in love, and honestly the rest depends on whoever's writing this (maybe it’s me maybe it’s not me idk)

Of course, I desperately want Ra’s to be a tyrannical ruler, for Damian to be rude, reckless, a bit too...much, and for him to slowly mind his manners more, be more patient. This would be a fun slow-burn with at first one-sided daminette with Damian accidentally hiding his identity leading to of course miscommunications between Marinette and him.

Damian nudges her chin with the tip of his shoe. "I said, knight. Look at me. This is an order."

The knight stubbornly refuses to look at him. "I can't, prince. It's against the rules." His brow twitches, and he grips on to his seat a bit tighter. The knight bows her head even more.

"Look. At. Me."

"I do that and it would be my head, your majesty."

"Nobody's around, knight. Obey me, your master and prince, or it'll be your head by my own hand." She hesitates, and slowly looks up at him. Wide emerald eyes meet tired and curious blues.

"Have I done you good, your majesty?" He nods, unable to speak.

They stare at each other, mesmerized at the sight before a sharp knock interrupts them. Marinette's head sinks back down, her focus on the ground below her and his eyes are back on to her head.

"Master?" A maid asks Damian. "Your highness the king, asks for you."

Damian raises a hand at her, not bothering to look. "Tell him I'll be on my way." She nods, closing the door.

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Damian tenderly holds on to Marinette's hand as she looks at the emerald necklace he has on his neck. Anything to keep her eyes away from his face. "Not many know this, but I am also King Wayne's son. We can run away there, my knight."

He presses her hands to his chest, looking at her face with such devotion Marinette could feel it. "We would be free to love each other there, we just need-- We need to run away from this land. This place."

“Your kingdom, your majesty…” she murmurs quietly, looking down.

Marinette tries to gently push him away, to turn away from the man she was never meant to love, but Damian keeps a steady hold on his ground. "And if we can't? There's so many things that could go wrong-- I'm a commoner knight, and you're a prince born from a pure line of royalty. There's not much we can do, my prince."

"We can at least try..." his voice was shaky, but he was still determined. There's not much he wants to fight for in his land. He doesn't want to fight for the right to a throne he's being prepared for, he doesn't want to fight his mother for the right of challenging his grandfather. Here comes a person who fights for him, who wants to, out of her own loyalty and devotion and love for him. She fights for love and he fights because it’s all he’s ever known until he met her.

She fights to live, to be alive, and he fights because he’s been made to believe that fighting is his purpose, spilling blood and claiming free souls was his reason. She’s changed it. She’s changed his view, and now he has a reason to win, a reason to be merciful, a reason to defend rather than attack and now he wants to fight for her too. He wants to fight for their right to be in love with each other. "If we still aren't free to love each other there then... we can hide in the woods. We can hunt for a living, live a simple life. We can be unknown to the rest of the world, I don't care. I love you, Marinette."

Marinette's breath hitches, she flinches and Damian feels it with the sudden jolt of her hands. He cups her cheek and she looks at him again. Those clear blue eyes he's grown to adore from a distance is looking at him again. "Would you really be okay with that?" She asks shyly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Anything is worth you." Damian answers.

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She hands him an emerald necklace. “To wear around your neck, your majesty.” She says shyly, fiddling with the ruby necklace around hers.

“We’re alone, my knight. You can call me yours. I want you to.” Marinette blushes, it's a pretty red, just as red as the ruby on her neck. Damian wants to offer her a fine diamond for her to place on her finger, and he would’ve if he doesn’t know that it would only bring suspicion. It’s a great risk just talking to her outside his bedroom, and with any risk brings a chance of death. Damian can’t lose her so soon, not now that he found her. Not now that she found him.

“My prince.” Marinette says breathily, peering up at him through long lashes. Damian smiles at her, and reaches down for the necklace. He pauses mid way, opting instead to jump down to her from the tree.

“Put it on me.” He tells her.

She raises a brow at him, pulling the necklace back to her chest and he smiles at her again. Brighter, kinder, more innocent, more in love. “Please, put it on me? Marinette?” She smiles at him, and it feels like there’s a view of a thousand stars in the sky. Her smile is wonderful, it lights up his spirit in a way a challenge never does.

She does things to him that nobody has ever made him experience and perhaps this could be first love? Perhaps this could be eternal love. This is the love you hear tales and legends about, tales that have no time, as old as the withered tree buried deep within the forest. This is the kind of love that people romanticize no matter what age, day and time. This is the kind of love others dream of, wonder of, wish of and it’s his. This love is his. This love is theirs.

“Better. Never forget your manners, Damian.” It feels like an explosion in his chest every time she says his name. His thoughts become mush, his limbs feel light. He’s half a mind away from believing he could sprout wings and fly them away to a wooden cottage, where they can spend the rest of their lives with each other. He bows to her, and she giggles a light airy laugh as she places the necklace on his neck. He stands back up.

“I feel like you just asked me to dance.” She says, the corner of her eyes crinkled and her smile is wide, cheek to cheek. The tips of her ears are red, and everything feels so light and free.

“Would you want me to, my knight? We can dance right now. The silence of the nature around us will be our music, the sight of the galaxy above us is our ceiling. We’ve got the largest floor just for us, and the highlight of the moon as our spotlight.” He offers her his hand, another behind his back. “Would you like to be my princess for tonight? My partner for a lover’s prance?”

Marinette curtsies. It’s clumsy and wrong but the infatuated duo could care less. “I would like to, my prince. Lead me?”

“With pleasure.” He answers, pulling her and her hand. He places one hand on his shoulder, and carries the other hand. He places his on her waist. They spin ungraciously on the uneven ground. His dance instructor would have a heart attack upon seeing his reckless dancing, but Damian can’t find it in him to care for the man if he does. He swings Marinette around, lifting her slightly in the air to her surprised pleasure and gently lowering her back down to the ground, her quiet giggles a precious melody in his ears.

#dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dcu x mlb #mlb x dcu #batfam x mlb #mlb x batfam #batman x mlb #mlb x batman #daminette #romantic daminette #damian x marinette #marinette x damian #maribat damian wayne #maribat damian al ghul #maribat marinette #maribat marinette dupain cheng #miraculous x dc #dc x miraculous #maribat

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wexarethewalkingxdead · 11 months

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careol: @careol

streets it was. a good call, more open space to see what’s around them. they could see walkers, or people, like the ones they were after. carol didn’t know who they were, or what they would want with beth, but she had to HOPE the girl was still alive. there wasn’t much point in going through the trouble of kidnapping someone just to kill them. they clearly NEEDED her for something, hopefully that something wasn’t too AWFUL.

eyes shift to the direction he pointed. there were a few tall buildings, hopefully one with a proper vantage point to see where those people were. head nods, and she begins heading down the street with him. so far so good, but she doesn’t hold hope the quiet will last long. ❝ you know we’re gonna find her, right? ❞ she HAS to give him that hope. they wouldn’t give up, they would search EVERY INCH of this city to find her. ❝ i’m not gonna give up, i know you won’t either. so… just keep your head up, yeah? ❞ and she offers a SMILE. one full of hope.

after some time, a blockage of cars interrupts their path. spaces are too narrow to squeeze through, they’ll have to climb up and move across the tops of the vehicles. she climbs onto the hood of the first car, and then looks further down the road. ❝ looks like we got COMPANY waiting for us at the end of this pile up. ❞ she gestures to the walkers that roam aimlessly up and down the road. ❝ what do you think, how should we do this? keep going, or try to find a DIFFERENT way around? ❞

Daryl rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck before he shouldered his crossbow and made sure his knife was easily accessible. He took a shaky breath as she promised him that they would scour every inch of the city in hopes of finding her. He gave a quick nod. "I was an asshole to her out there. Got drunk and told her that she wasn't gonna see Maggie ever again." He shook his head, knowing that he could be a dick sometimes, and he had been scared and hurt and had lashed out. The one thing he'd learned from his Daddy. Someone hurts or scares you, hurt them back. He didn't give her time to speak as he started to move in the direction of his intended target.

At that point, he couldn't focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other. The closer they came to the building he'd spotted, the more dense the cars and blockades had become. They were lucky that there was on a couple of stragglers that were otherwise occupied by something that had their attention. So they didn't have to waste their time and energy taking them out. He glanced back from time to time to make sure that Carol was there.

As they started to climb from one vehicle to the next, he slipped a couple times. He cursed softly, growing and grumbling under his breath. There had to be an easier way of doing this. He hissed out displeasure once he realized what she was talking about. "Fuck," he growled. All this time was wasted and nothing to show for it. "Goddamnit."

He moved to the overpass and looked down. "Ain't no other way but down." And down wasn't even an option. Or definitely not a feasible one. Turning to make sure the walkers at the other end hadn't spotted them, he saw a wrecked van that had the cross on it same as the car from the night before. "Look." He moved toward the van. "Mercy Hospital. Know where that is?" He turned around, trying to orient himself.

#t; just hold my hand #.echoes [daryl]#careol #.editor [beta]

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0perfectimperfections0 · 1 year

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Reborn: Part 3

The screen came on and spared no mercy for Lou. No time to gather what courage was left in his new body. It wouldn't have mattered anyhow. Those human blue eyes found his immediately amongst the group of dolls that stood around him. Slick, black hair had a few bangs loose from their gel, reflecting some sort of internal war raging inside the man. The scowl on his face was only disturbed by a small curl of his lip, showing the teeth underneath. "You filthy, wretched piece of trash..."

That was a nice welcome. Lou could certainly feel the love.

His creator continued. Lou didn't dare try to interrupt him. "Do you have any idea how much of my hard work you threw away? I spent days making you...just for you to throw it all away. I have half a mind to make the robots drag you to my office and let me tear you apart. Maybe I can salvage what parts of you are left in that machine."

Lou's legs went numb, threatening to collapse beneath him. The fear nearly forced him to throw up. Breathlessly, he pleaded, "Sir, please...I'm sorry-"

"Shut up!" The command made Lou's jaw snap shut. Hands clasped in front of him, head bowed. Submissive. That was what the man wanted. Lou had no room for boldness to try and deny him that. "You don't talk back, understand?" Lou swallowed, throat tightening. "Louis."

"Yes, Sir." His voice was quiet.

"Some of the robots sorted through the recycle." He might as well have been giving the weather report. "Lucky for you, some of your old scraps have been recovered. We'll start with that hideous brown eye of yours-"

Oh...God...

Lou couldn't hear anything else. It drowned in white noise. Something in his gut twisted, and heat rushed throughout his body. The understanding of what the man was going to do to him urged his stomach to throw up. Lou's breathing picked up, eyes burning into the carpet floor, brows scrunched as if trying to mentally will away the images.

"-and as your punishment, you'll be awake the whole process."

Legs buckled beneath the white-hot rush pulsing through him. He didn't register Mandy's arms catching him, leaning back so he could rest some of his dead weight against her.

The Uglies revolted at the man. Lou couldn't hang onto any of their words. Ox's voice rang loudest amongst them all. Yells were exchanged. Threats made -- promises, Lou knew.

Nothing truly reached his awareness. Splotches of light faded in and out of Lou's vision as the heat got worse. It was cold and hot at the same time. No, that was the floor. The bathroom floor. His knees rubbed painfully against the tile, hands bracing himself up. Mandy was holding him around his torso, chin resting on his back. Something jolted in his stomach and it was then he finally became aware that his body had given into the need to regurgitate.

It was suffocating. The fear, the sickness, the noise-

"I'm right here." It was the calmest thing he could recall hearing so far today. That overwhelming heat was strangled, its hold releasing just a bit as Mandy eased the sweatshirt over his head when he caught a break. A wet rag was wiped over his mouth and a different heat pressed against him. Mandy drew him into her lap. He was adorned in just the pants now as the flush of heat began traveling down his neck and shoulders. The worst of it began forming in the pit of his stomach.

His throat burned. Every swallow was painful, but he had no way to stop himself from doing so. His mouth hung open loosely as he panted, eyes fluttering and unable to focus.

Mandy used a different wet rag to wipe his face, keeping it behind his ears for a few seconds before switching to the other ear. The flush wasn't going away.

"What do I need to do?" Nolan was kneeling down in front of her. She hadn't even heard him walk in. Wordlessly, she handed him the rag, and he resoaked it in cold water. The task was lifted off her shoulders as he pressed it against Lou's neck and ears.

"Where's Ox?"

"Still giving that guy a piece of his mind. We might regret it later, but I'll let Ox say what he wants." The flush gradually ebbed away. Nolan resoaked the rag once more to wipe it across Lou's chest and back. A shiver finally coursed through the doll. "You with us now?" He gently tilted Lou's head to face him. Bleary, mismatched eyes met his. A small noise came from the boy, nothing coherent. Nolan grabbed the sweatshirt and helped Mandy slide it back over Lou.

Shivers now assaulted him. The heat was gone, thank God, but now his whole body trembled. Mandy pulled his legs up into her lap, arms wrapping around his curled-up frame. "He can't go back in there." Mandy pressed her mouth lightly to the crown of Lou's head. "I'm taking him back to the bedroom. Can you get his breakfast?

Insides coiled at the mention of food. Lou allowed his eyes to fall shut, body completely drained. Nolan was gone. He must have gone to do as Mandy had asked of him.

Once again, lifted into trusting arms. He had faith in these arms now. Not that he had the energy to rebel anyway. Mandy carried him upstairs to Ox's bed again. Such little time had passed since he had woken up this morning, but already too much had happened. The covers were still tossed, unmade.

A different direction was taken. Lou watched the bed move to the side of his eyesight as Mandy sat down with him in the recliner in the corner. She settled him beside her, still with one arm wrapped around his waist and the other rubbing his leg. "We're just gonna chill for a while. Things will calm down in a minute." He didn't know if she was referring to his stomach or the chaos downstairs. Maybe both.

They rocked silently. The motion didn't unease his stomach for some reason. He gave Mandy credit for that. "I thought you were a stylist?" He spoke lowly, head resting against her shoulder.

"I am."

"Then how do you know how to take care of people?"

That made her giggle softly. That was a pleasant noise, too. "I just do what seems right. When you're sick, the best thing to do is eat soup and saltines. Water and ginger ale is best, considering you're dehydrated now. Y'know, the basics."

"Oh." Why didn't he know this? That seemed important.

"But don't worry about that. You don't need to know that. I'll take care of you."

"You won't always be here."

"I will. We'll always be here whenever you need me or the others."

I always will need you. I will always need someone. I always needed Ox, yet he still left.

"I am scared." Was what he said instead.

Arms embraced him tighter. Was that all it took? Such simple words of confession, and he was graced with the presence of warmth and love. Had it always been that easy? He refused to believe he had been so close to comfort all these years.

The bedroom door opened. Nolan set a plate that had once been Lou's breakfast down on the bedside table. A napkin covered the top of it from where it had been reheated. Something was mouthed between the brunette and Mandy. Whatever it was, Nolan shook his head, frowning.

"Check you're phone," Nolan said, kneeling in front of Lou's line of sight. While Mandy did so, he smiled small at the doll. "You probably don't feel like eating, huh?"

"Not really," Lou grimaced. Nolan nodded understandably, glancing at Mandy while she read.

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Ox had messaged her.

Mandy waited for him to continue.

She still didn't respond.

Mandy finally looked up at Nolan. He was already staring back at her, crestfallen. It was then she noticed the strange device in his hands.

She glanced between the device and Nolan. He raised a brow, extending it a ways toward her as if asking if she wanted to do it.

Lou noticed it, eyes widening a smidge. "What's that?" He glanced between the two dolls.

"It's nothing," Mandy spoke softly. She set her phone down and cautiously took the device from Nolan. Ever so gently, she turned to face Lou, cupping his chin. "Just relax, oka-"

"No, Mandy, please!" Lou recognized it. The robots used it to silence him. It was one of his punishments for disobeying orders. He gripped Mandy's wrist, the one holding his chin. Tears spilled from his eyes. "P-Please don't do this! I can't go back there!"

"Lou, shh, it's okay-"

"No, no, it's not!" He sobbed. "You lied! You said you'd take care of me!"

"And I will-- I am--"

"This hurts, Mandy! It hurts! Please, don't make me go back!" He gripped onto her like a lifeline. A lifeline that was about to send him somewhere dark.

But he didn't make a move to push her hand away that held the device. He didn't coil away while she held his chin, head tilted to expose the place where Nolan had instructed her to use the device. He clung to her. Begged. Pleaded.

Even as she was about to send him to his worst nightmare, all he wanted was someone to hold onto.

The device was shoved back into Nolan's hands. He frowned at her. Teary, gold eyes looked back up at him. "I can't...you have to do it." Her voice quivered, soft. She let Lou wrap his arms around her neck, holding onto him. He clung onto the back of her shirt, chest heaving as he sobbed. She shook her head at Nolan. "I'm sorry, but I just can't."

The brunette sighed heavily, running a hand down his face before rubbing the back of his neck. He looked down at the device in his hands and then back to Lou. Nolan stood, walking to lean over the recliner arm behind Lou. He brushed back the curls of mixed hair to expose the spot.

"N-Nolan, please," came a watery plea. Once again, Lou didn't try to fight back or move away. He held on all the more to Mandy.

"Lou," Nolan had to look away for a second. "Please don't make this harder than it has to be." Nolan closed his eyes and pressed the button.

The arms around her neck loosened drastically. Sobs silenced, and all that was left was steady breathing.

#uglydolls #lou #nolan #ox #mandy #hurt/comfort #tw throwing up #part 3 #fanfiction #writing #series

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 2 months

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Burn For Me - Chapter 14a

*Warning Adult Content*

Teagan

The pain ripped throughout his body in three minute intervals.

His screams carried the weight of how horrendous this moment was for him.

He was sure the whole floor he was on could hear him but no one came.

He didn't know what was happening.

His thin little body lay on a cold stone floor as he withered and thrashed around.

He was scared, he couldn't remember the last time he was terrified like this.

His body pushed him to strain hard till his left shoulder blade dislocated and shifted, grading against his already cracked ribs.

His eyes rolled back in his head at the excruciating agony running though is body.

His mouth was open but nothing was coming out now, his voice had completely gone.

He watched as his fingers and hands shrunk and moved closer together under his skin.

His arms shortened and pulled in closer to his body, his back legs bending at the knees and his heels lengthened so he was on his tip toes.

"What's happening to me?" it came out as a growl at the pain in his mouth.

He could feel as his teeth morphed, shortening in the front and back but the front canines grew on top and bottom.

Then the hair came, blooming over his whole body, his head cracking as it changed, his mouth grew outward till he could see it turning into the muzzle of a dog.

He was forced on his hands and knees as the transformation was brought to completion.

All the braking and repositioning of his bones settling down.

He lay on his side now, panting through the receding pain of what he went though only to have the door burst open and a group of men rush his tired and weak form and take him away as he whimper for mercy.

Conner

I couldn't stop thinking about Teagan.

When he dropped me the other day I watched him in horror as he screamed.

He was trying to get away from me and then suddenly his whole body was engulfed in flames.

It surrounded him like a shield as he ran out and there was nothing I could do but watch him leave.

I was sitting in the living room staring at the T.V. but not unable to focus on it.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched the mark he left on my shoulder, my fingers running over the raised skin.

My body was still reeling from his amazing treatment to it before whatever that was in the end.

I wanted to go see him but Cyrus refused to have anyone go near him right now.

And that was why I sat here pouting and dejected.

Did I make him lose it like that?

Constance came in then with Asher behind her.

"Why are you following me around like a little lost puppy?" she asked annoyed as she threw herself on the couch.

"Because I know that it irritates you and that brings me so much pleasure," he replied.

I glanced at the two who interrupted my thoughts.

"Why don't you two just kiss already?" I growled.

They both stared at me with wide eyes.

"What crawled up your ass and died?"

Constance glared but her face gave way to instant regret at her words and turned back to Asher.

Sighing I stood up and left them mumbling to themselves.

I can never have a moment of peace in this place.

It was always training, training and more training.

As I passed the basement I paused knowing my mate was down there and it killed me to just walk away.

The guards posted by the door watched me and shook their head.

With a nasty snarl I swung the door open causing it to slam in the wall and shards of glass to fall but I could care less.

This was ridiculous.

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unheald · 2 years

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continued for @fyrbol

HE HAD EXHAUSTED EVERY OPTION. horror books to appeal to her interests had been the obvious choice. he had read her the talisman in its entirety, even when he stumbled, even when it got gruesome, even when the words hurt too much to read back over.

❝ He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility. ❞ everything goes away, lucas sinclair, like the moon. everything comes back, like the moon.

he had tried children's books, describing each vivid image to her in tandem, making funny voices for each of the characters sans judgment on her behalf. he'd heard that any sort of stimulation was good for the brain : sound, touch, smell, taste, and endeavoured to describe these things to her as accurately as he could possibly convey. he read her poetry, hoped the metronome - like quality of its prose would encourage her body back into the delicate rhythm of vivacity.

❛ yes, thank you, i was getting to it. ❜

it's an afterthought of a response, grip taut on the book, focus narrowed. each sentence was a lifeline, any interruption holding the potential to prolong the spell he was so valiantly trying to break. the familiarity of the voice is lost on him at first ( perhaps because it has been so long it has become unfamiliar, hoarse with lack of use ) but when it hits, it spares no mercies.

❛ you're . . . you're here. ❜

he is speechless : sandpaper - throat stripped of air, scared to suppose the sight before him is substantial. the thoughts flood in all at once, pervading a brain initially devoid of them.

❛ holy shit, are you— are you okay ? do you need anything ? ❜

and, hesitantly:

❛ do you remember what happened ? ❜

SHE’D HEARD HIM. everything he’d read, every line of the talisman, every silly voice he put on for the children’s stories. every beat of the poetry. every word that left his lips, a soothing, familiar, safe sound had been her only company, her only familiarity while trapped in an OVERWHELMING NOTHINGNESS.

there had been periods of panic. frustration at the fact that no matter how loud or hard it felt like she shouted, her body wouldn’t respond. the signals not travelling from her brain to her mouth, just... NOTHING. and then there were periods of acceptance. where she would just listen to him read, listen to him talk to her, and she’d respond even if he couldn’t hear her. he was there. and so was she. dancing the dance they often did. as long as lucas was there, she knew that that was ENOUGH.

it took a few moments for her to realise what had happened. to realise that the word had actually left her lips, finally, somehow, SHE’D FOUND HER WAY BACK TO HIM. she could hear the surprise in his voice, hear the disbelief almost. he was asking if she was okay, and quite honestly, max didn’t know how to answer that anymore. she wanted to tell him yes. tell him that she was okay, and there was a wash of relief that she’d finally gotten him to hear her. but when he asked if she remembered what had happened, and flashes of vecna, flashes of that world he held her in played behind closed eyes, that relief soon became anxiety, became fear. the last thing she remembered, the last conscious moment she remembered, she’d been lying in lucas’ arms, unable to feel, unable to see...

“ i’m... i’m here. “ she confirmed, a shakey breath intaken. how quickly she had gone from being trapped in her head, the assuaging tones of his voice LIKE A CANDLE IN THE PITCH BLACK, to being present with him now, but feeling completely out of control.

eyes flickered open, but there was still darkness. a sick feeling rising in her stomach, a cold DREAD at the idea that it would always be like this.

“ lucas... i still can’t... i can’t see anything. “

#fyrbol #i chose pain today sldkfnsl #; maxine mayfield #i need a lucas tag #and a lumax tag ldnfds

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