#but he’s relentless keeps saying i owe you

[manderleyfire]

Oh, Ginny he remembered.  Ginny he knew.  Ginny who he recollected by the crack of her bones beneath his gripping hand, her body squirming under his as she tried to get away from him, the scent of salty tears and her own terror.  He had always known he would find her again, somehow.

#hpedit #tom x ginny #hprarepairnet #slytherdornet #ginnyweasleyedit #tomriddleedit #gin n tonic #ginny x tom #hpshipsnet #hp #tom riddle #ginny weasley #shitty things i do for love #this edit almost killed me but i'm finally free #tbh i just gave up and posted a draft BEST DECISION EVER #i love deep conversations like yes share your soul with me #you saved my life he says i owe you everything #you don’t i say let’s just get going let’s just get gone #but he’s relentless keeps saying i owe you #but i’m always saving and you’re always owing and i’m tired of asking to settle the debt #i say i want you inside me and you split me open with a knife #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #she is what he tore out of himself to become what he had to become and #he is what she tore out of herself to make him all her rage and all her hate and all her poisoned love #out of blood and tears and ink she made him and he'll never leave her #sick revolting desperateeee #SUDDEN GINNYTOM FEELS #sorry i needed to vent

[roolette]

How Mk1 Men Fuck You

CW: NSFW, gn!reader

Bi-Han is just mean about it, frankly. Teasing you, never exactly hitting the spot you need him to, close enough to feel it, but not enough to really do much. And don't bother begging with him. He'll just roll his eyes and scoff, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumb and not doing anything to give you release.

"I've barely touched you... how are you that desperate already? Honestly, it's ridiculous. You'll get what you want, just be quiet."

When he finally fucks you, it's at a relentless pace, holding your hips in place as he thrusts into you. He's stopped the teasing now, and is wholly focused on making you fall apart in his arms.

Tomas just wants to make you happy. He begs to taste you, to let him touch you where he wants to. He whines at the slightest touch from you, and you both know that you're the only one who can elicit these reactions from him. He could spend forever between your thighs, seriously, he'd die happy there. He'll run his hands up and down your thighs while he gives you head, he has to be touching you.

"Ahh... you look so... like this, I mean- don't tease me! I'll come up with a good description, just... let me have this."

PLEASE hold his jaw and make him look at you while you ride him. Remind him that he's yours, and he'll practically melt. He'll likely be the more vocal out of the two of you, babbling about how good you feel.

Kuai Liang is possessive in bed, but how can you blame him? It's the place where you're his, completely. And maybe this is just me being insane over that skin where his hair is up, but but he likes when you pull his hair while he fucks into you. You can also run your nails along his back, and good luck to anyone who comments on it. He's yours, and you're his, and he wants sex with you to be a reminder of that. He likes being able to look at you while he fucks you, especially those lovely expressions you make.

"No, don't look away. Keep your eyes on me. I don't want to miss a second of this."

You didn't initially expect him to be so open with his feelings in bed, but he likes to be vulnerable with you. He feels safe with you, and he doesn't have to be anyone but yours.

When it comes to fast and hard, it's Johnny Cage. Sex with him is always so energetic, and you have to wonder where that energy comes from. Admittedly, it took some time in the relationship for him to be intimate or slow with you, but you got there. Even then, he just likes sex to be fun. He'll crack jokes, tease you, or randomly bite you when you're least expecting it. He'll thrust up into you while you ride him, just to be a dick and throw you off balance. Have I mentioned he's a brat? Because he's a brat.

"So. You come here often? Well, you're about to, and- hey, ow! I'm supposed to be on camera, you know."

When he's intimate and slow, though, he really is. He'll whisper praises in your ear, words so genuine that it makes you blush more than the things he's doing to you. Everything he's too afraid to say sometimes, it all falls apart when you're in his arms.

I'm SICK and TIRED of people saying that Raiden doesn't know anything about sex, etc. He is loving, tender, and occasionally giggly. He sees sex as another way to be near you and show you how much he loves you. He'll kiss you all over while he's inside you, and he loves to praise you. He likes to fuck you with you in his lap and your legs wrapped around his waist. It's perfect, really. He can go deep inside you and look at you at the same time.

"You look so perfect like this. I'll move, love, I promise, just let me watch you for a moment."

He can make you cum fast, but he chooses not to. He likes to draw out your pleasure. Less to tease, and more to make it last as long as possible. He wants to fall apart with you.

Kenshi is going to make you cum on his fingers before he even thinks about fucking you. He's infuriatingly good at it, too. He'll leave you gasping and moaning just from his fingers, and he can't help but smile smugly about it, which only makes it more frustrating. You can beg him to fuck you, but it won't work. That's happening when he decides to, and not a moment sooner. So you may as well get used to cumming on his fingers.

"You're seriously still begging? C'mon, you know it's not going to work. Still, it's nice hearing you like this."

When he finally fucks you, it's slow and rough, going as deep as possible with each stroke. He'll wrap his arms around you while he does, face pressed against your shoulders, muttering praises and teasing words against your skin.

#mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat imagine #mk imagine #mortal kombat smut #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #bi han x reader #bi han #kuai liang x reader #kuai liang #raiden x reader #raiden #kenshi takashi x reader #kenshi takahashi

[dantakeyoman]

Hi! I wanna cry out my heart tonight so is it alright for you to make a neteyam x reader where neteyam comes back home after the war but hears that reader is mated/bonded with someone else?

Btw I love your works omg! 🥹

Neteyam Returns From the Metkayina and Falls In Love With You Again After Seeing You (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: i'm sorry but i couldn't bring myself to do it :'), i had it all planned out but it was just too sad, i hope you're alright with the change tho, fluffy fluff, simp Neteyam appearance, reader is one too, Lo'ak and Kiri are, yet again, Lo'ak and Kiri, skeezy is when someone is weird or creepy, figured I’d slide some black slang in there

"Someone's excited," Kiri giggles, turning to Neteyam as her and Lo'ak's ikran approached the entrance to the Omaticaya Stronghold.

The boy had had this childlike expression plastered on his face nearly the whole way home, which grew in giddiness the closer the family drew to their forest home.

Even in the earlier days when they had stopped for rest, she clearly remembered how much he mumbled your name in his sleep, as if it were a prayer.

It made her want to swoon and gag at the same time.

He's so hopeless.

"Yeah. We all know what your excited to see," Lo'ak smirked, pulling his ikran closer to Neteyam's, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Or should I say...who?"

Neteyam scoffed, rolling his eyes at their antics.

Ever since their journey started, the teasing had been relentless. So much so that it didn't even faze him anymore.

What's a few more minutes of it anyway?

Seeing you again would be his greatest reward.

Four years of pining and longing would all be worth it. 

The hard days, the cold nights, the times where he felt like he couldn't anymore. You came to him, be it a dream, or a memory, and told him you could.

It was what made him love you so much.

Even if you weren’t there, you were there for him, easing his body, mind, and soul.

Back when he lived with the Omaticaya, you two had a special spot that one would go to if they were sad, mad, tired, or simply overwhelmed.

The other would comfort them, hold them close, say sweet nothings, make the other feel loved. 

It became a regular thing. And now that he was coming back, it was the very first thing he wanted to do with you.

He wanted to feel you run your hands through his hair, he wanted you to trace his glowing freckles, he wanted you whisper how much you loved him into his ear.

Fuck.

“You know what would be hilarious? If she found a mate already,” Lo’ak poorly joked, turning to Kiri.

This quickly brought Neteyam out of his reverie, a nervous frown quickly replacing his smile

Kiri was quick to catch this.

“Don’t joke like that, skxawng!” she scolded, flicking him harshly on the head, earning an angry ow! from him.

“Last I checked, (y/n) was obsessed with Neteyam. She wouldn’t shut up about him. I highly doubt she would ever find someone else.”

But the words went through one ear and out the other.

The thought you would mate with someone else never crossed Neteyam’s mind. But now that it did, it made perfect sense.

Four years was a long time, and you were a beautiful woman.

No doubt some skeezy warrior tried to snatch you up the moment you came of age.

The thought made his blood boil, and his heart wrench.

This couldn’t be the case.

After all he’d been through throughout these four years, the only thing that was keeping him going was the thought of you waiting for him at home.

Now that there was a possibility of you no longer being his, he was truly contemplating turning back.

“Look alive kids. We’re here,” his dad smiled, pulling his ikran to the front of the pack.

“Yay! Home!” Tuk cheered from her spot with Neytiri, earning a laugh from the woman.

She was quite excited to be home, too.

They swooped into the cave, perching the ikran on the stone ledge before dismounting, the entirety of the clan running towards them, crowding the family.

Shouts and cheers of excitement echoed throughout the cave, the cave happy to see their former Olo’eyktan had returned, hopefully ready for him, or his son, to resume the mantle.

Despite the thick crowd, Mo’at managed to make it to the front of the mantle, along with the new Olo’eyktan.

“Jakesully, oel ngati kameie,” Mo’at nodded, pointing her hand from herself to Jake.

“Mo’at, oel ngati kameie. Olo’eyktan, oel ngati kameie,” Jake did the same, turning to the Olo’eyktan as well.

Once the formalities were out the way, Mo’at smiled, enveloping her family in a large hug.

“Welcome home,” she greeted.

The entire family hugged her back, the children happy to see their grandmother again.

“Grandmother! You will never believe what we have seen! All of the sea animals and the plants! Oh, and the tulkun!” Tuk happily rambled, hanging onto her grandma a little longer as the rest of the family broke away.

“I am sure you will tell me all about it tonight. My, you have gotten big!” Mo’at assured, hugging her granddaughter tightly.

While Neteyam was happy that his family was fully reunited once again, he still found his eyes scouring the crowd, looking for a familiar face.

Your familiar face.

“She is in the healing tent,” Mo’at whispered, recognizing her grandson’s distress.

He smiled, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before running off through the crowd, down the familiar path that always led him to you.

Visions of the day he left flashed through his head, reminding him what he was coming back to.

“Are you sure you have to go?” you tearfully asked, cupping his face in your hand.

“I must. My family will put everyone in the clan in danger if we stay,” he sighed, pulling you in closer by your waist, resting his forehead on yours.

“Well if you must,” you sniffled, quickly wiping a tear from your eye. “Then I support you. I will wait for you, Neteyam. For as long as it takes.”

When he snapped himself out of it, he was already at your tent flap, the piece of cloth the only thing keeping you two apart.

He was about to grab it, but stopped mid-way, hesitating.

What if you had really found someone else to love?

“I will wait for you, Neteyam. For as long as it takes,” your words repeated in his head.

He sighed, steeling his nerves, before yanking open the tent flap, walking in.

“Tsahey! How many times have I told you, Ateyo! You have to be more careful when climbing trees. If you had fell any different, you would have cracked your skull open,” you scolded, smoothing a mushroom salve over a large cut on a young boy’s forehead.

You back was turned, and you didn’t hear the flap sound over the boy’s complaints.

“Hitxoa, (y/n). I tried to be extra careful this time! But a syaksyuk came out of no where and shook the branch!” Ateyo whined, wincing at the sting of the paste.

The air caught in Neteyam’s throat as he got a good look at you, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You had grown so much.

Your hair had gotten longer, your chest had gotten larger, and your hips had gotten slightly bigger, with a slightly deeper curve to them.

It was making something stir in his stomach.

The feeling reminded him of that word he had caught his dad calling his mom once. The one that Neytiri hissed at him for when she realized the children were around.

What was it?

Sexy.

When you stopped rubbing the salve on him, the little boy opened his eyes, only for them to land on the tall, warrior behind you, who gave him a polite wave.

The boy gasped in shock, his eyes growing wide with awe.

He knew exactly who he was, every Omaticayan boy did. 

Neteyam the Warrior, brother to Lo’ak the Warrior. 

Stories of the brothers’ adventures were known throughout the clan. And they practically became legends to the children. 

You cocked a brow, slowly turning around. 

“What are you-.” Your breath hitched when your eyes met that of the warrior before you, his smile growing at the sight of your face.

You had gotten more beautiful, too.

You slowly stood up, looking the boy...no, man, up and down, a dark shade of blue growing on your cheeks.

He had gotten incredibly tall, and beefier, too. 

And with new muscle, came new scars, which now littered his body, in a good way.

In an attractive way.

You would enjoy hearing stories about them as you traced them later tonight.

“Oel ngati kameie, my love,” he smirked, doing the gesture along with it, deeply hoping those words were still true.

The biggest smile you had smiled in four years found their way to your lips as you broke into a run, tackling the poor man in a bear hug.

“My Neteyam! You have returned!” you exclaimed out of pure happiness, throwing your arms around his neck and going on your tippy-toes to kiss him on the lips.

You were no longer tall enough to kiss him normally.

He laughed into it, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him ( if that was even possible ).

After your display of affection, he felt foolish to think you would ever mate with someone other than him.

As the two of you broke apart, he looked into your beautiful, honey eyes, and smiled as saw they held so much love behind them.

You were looking at him as if he hung the stars right before you.

And he recognized this because this was the very same look he would give you.

When you weren’t looking, of course.

“Look how beautiful you have grown. You must be the most sought woman in the clan,” he smirked, sensually tucking a stray braid behind your ear.

You smirked right back, bringing your hands to rest on his chest.

“Ah, yes. It has come to that,” you playfully sighed, leaning in closer so your mouth lay just outside his ear, bringing your voice down to a whisper.

“But I have saved myself for you.”

Neteyam quietly growled, the stir in his stomach increasing tenfold as he thought of what would happen if he took you to Utral Aymokriyä tonight.

“As have I,” he huskily whispered back, giving your neck a quick peck.

His tone made you shudder, suddenly begging for eclipse to come so you two could sneak off.

“GROSS!” the little, forgotten boy exclaimed from the corner, holding his stomach as if he were about to throw up.

“Disgusting! You’re a warrior! You’re not supposed to like this lovey-dovey stuff!” he groaned, pointing to his mouth and gagging.

“Get out of here!” you scolded, turning around and placing your hands on your hips.

But not before Neteyam pulled you into him, your back resting on his strong chest.

“Yeah. Before I start kissing her again,” Neteyam teased, placing a long, dramatic kiss on your cheek, making you giggle.

“GROSSSSS!” the boy loudly groaned in agony, covering his eyes as he ran out the tent.

The two of you laughed at the boy’s antics before you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck once more.

You both stayed in comfortable silence, having a silent conversation as you stared into each others eyes, taking in every detail and committing it to memory.

Just in case you two would have to separate again.

“You know,” you started, smirking as one of your hands find it’s way to Neteyam’s hair, rubbing it in the way you remembered he liked.

“I was being serious before. I have saved myself.”

You gave a light tug to some of his hair, and the man let out a strained groan, using every ounce of his strength to keep him from closing his eyes in pleasure.

You massaged his head so well.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you again,” he sighed, tightening his grip around your waist.

You smiled, inching your face closer to his, to the point where your lips were a hair away.

“Then what are we still waiting for?” you purred.

That was his tipping point.

With a growl, he enveloped your lips in a passionate kiss, and you kissed him back with just as much fervor.

Hooking his hands under your thighs, he picked you up, carrying bridal style as he took you the back way out the tent.

“Neteyam!” you squealed, pulling out the kiss and tightening your grip around your neck, keeping yourself from falling.

“Quiet, my love. Or people will hear us,” he smirked, placing a quick kiss on your lips before running the both of you out the back entrance of the Stronghold.

Sure, you were serious about what you said. But past Neteyam would’ve never been bold enough to actually go through with it.

He had changed in these four years. He had grown confidence.

It was making something stir in you, even more so as you knew your destination would be Utral Aymokriyä.

This is going to be fun.

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #atwow x reader #atwow #omitacaya

[allinestarr]

Relentless (1/?)

Max Verstappen x Fem Driver Reader!

Y/n YLN was the only other driver others feared on the track besides the Dutchman himself. She maintained a 1st to 2nd place spot on the podium every race. Even though she was fairly new to F1 and in her 2nd season, she was a force to be reckoned with. The only problem was she had yet to win a championship. Max always beat her to it. The rivalry started early on when they had there first run in, quite literally, in Spain. It was lap 64 and y/n was ahead of Max leading the race until he got within DRS range and tried pushing past her and in the last second she turned to defend but it was to late. He hit the back of her car and they spun out. Max was able to stop before hitting the barrier but she hit head on.

“ Y/n are you ok???. Please respond”, Liz your race engineer asked.

Seconds passed by and there was no response and as smoke started to come out of the engine the extent of the accident raised a new level of urgency. The safety car came on track as drivers began returning to the pits. Max was already out of the car but instead of checking on you he walked back to his garage.

“ Y/n, say something!!.”

Again, nothing. Every second felt like forever to onlookers and just as they feared the worst, you groaned as you turned the radio on and with a shaky breath rasped out,

“Ok…”

Liz along with the rest of the crew breathed out a sigh of relief as you responded. The more you thought about how you got here, the more your head hurt. Most likely a concussion. The smell of burning rubber and the smoky haze snapped you back to reality as you turned around to see a small fire coming from the engine. It didn’t take you long for you to react as you reached down, unbuckled yourself and climbed out. Your knees buckled when you stood and had no choice but to crawl away from the car as the flames grew. Everything happened so fast that you zoned out. When you finally came back to, you were in the ambulance headed to the hospital.

The total damage was a concussion, a fucked up car and your pride. After being on a winning streak since the begging of the season it was gone in the blink of an eye. They wanted to keep you overnight but you refused and returned to the garage.

As much as you wanted to be anywhere but here, you felt you owed an explanation to Toto. It technically wasn't your fault but that didn't stop you from blaming yourself.

" Toto I really want to apologize. I tried to defend but I didn't think he would hit me. I'm so sorry I disappointed you.."

"Y/n don't. It wasn't your fault. You're an amazing driver and I have full confidence in you. You'll be back on top by the next race so don't beat yourself up. All that matters is that you're ok."

Toto wasn't a super affectionate guy but he had a soft spot for you. He hugged you before being called away by an engineer. Although his words were reassuring they didn't make you feel better. The expectations were high from others, but not as much as your own.

The race was over and the results were in. Checo first, Charles second and Carlos third. The first podium without Mercedes since the beginning of the season. Lewis got 4th so we still gained points. The disappointment you felt in yourself was strong but the anger overshadowed. As much as you wanted to march into the Red Bull garage and go ballistic on Max, the media would eat it up and spin it so you looked like an over emotional woman who didn’t belong there. So for now, you’d wait till you were away from prying eyes to address him. Lewis had just walked into the garage and stopped as soon as he saw you.

“ Y/n, you’re back!. How are you feeling??”

“ I’m ok, just pissed.”

Since joining Mercedes you immediately clicked with Lewis. He was the only person you felt comfortable opening up to and he actually listened and was honest when you needed to hear the truth. He knew how hard you were on yourself when you lost so he already planned to have a sleepover later with your favorite snacks and movie. It was a tradition at this point.

“ I just can’t believe he would do that. It was clearly sabotage. What pisses me off most is that he probably won’t get punished cause he’s Max Verstappen, the golden boy.”

Lewis sighed as he nodded. He knew first hand from losing his 8th championship to Max. After talking a little longer you eventually went your own ways for media duties. Every question was the same and so was every answer you gave, no comment. Looking around you hadn’t seen Max once. Pierre said that after the crash Max walked into his garage like a madman kicking shit around screaming and went straight to his room to change and left. What a pussy, you thought. The guys invited you out but you were just not in the mood. Lando tried his puppy dog eyes which in most cases worked, just not today.

Weirdly enough even after getting in a crash you still had energy to burn so you changed and headed to the gym. You were so deep into your workout you hadn't noticed Max had at some point walked in and made a beeline to you.

“ What the hell!” You screamed as someone yanked off your headphones. Max of course...

“You cost me a podium today!.”

“ Are you fucking delusional?. You tried to pass me, trashed my car and cost me a podium. You knew you wouldn’t be able to make it through and couldn’t bare the thought of losing to me again!.”

“You’re the one who swerved last second and caused the wreck!. You think you’re so good cause you won a few races?. You're pathetic!. Next time, get out of my way!.”

In that moment you had the textbook definition of black out rage cause your hand moved on its own as your fist collided with his nose.

“Crazy bitch!.”

You smirked as you grabbed him by his collar and brought his face closer to yours,

“ You have no idea. Humor me, are you threatened because I’m beating you or because I’m a girl and beating you?. Learn how to lose Verstappen cause you won't be on top forever, ill make sure of that.”

Max was at a loss for words. Who did this woman think she was challenging him?. Before he could respond you walked away.

Already showered and changed you heard a knock revealing a giddy Lewis with a bag of snacks and his signature smile. Settled in bed snuggled up to Lewis you thought about your encounter with Max.

“Everything ok?.”

You contemplated telling him about today but decided not to so you just nodded. He of course knew you were lying but didn’t press you since you weren’t in the mood so he accepted your answer. The movie ended and while Lewis was asleep you were awake thinking of how to win your next race and the race after and... actually why not think bigger. How about winning the rest of the season?. The thought of Max losing put a smile to your face as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

It was a game of tit for tat fluctuating between 1st and 2nd place the rest of the season. Mercedes had never been better managing a podium every race and ending with 2nd in constructers by the end of the season. Red Bull kept there streak with 1st in constructors. Max was first in drivers but you took second much to Red bulls dismay since you took Checos spot. At this point Max was a 4 time champion. Usually everyone was planning vacations for break but all you could think of was the next season and the possibility to win your first championship. The best part wouldn’t just be the championship, it would be the look on Max’s face when you beat him to it. The thought was orgasmic. For now though you had a celebration to attend with the guys which unfortunately included Max. How bad can it be right?…..

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[the-west-meadow]

Normal People

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3k - read on Ao3 here!

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

You first met him at Kendall’s birthday party.

Roman was being obnoxious. All he could talk about was finding Lukas Matsson. He and Shiv were relentless in their pursuit of the man. It was all business, no pleasure tonight. So while Roman and Shiv stood with their heads together, compulsively sipping vodka tonics, you slipped away unnoticed to try and have some fun before the night was over.

You found your way upstairs, where for some inexplicable reason Kendall had built a replica of his childhood treehouse. The inside was bustling with people yet the two buff men outside wouldn’t let you enter without an armband. Dejected, you started to turn away, when you heard Kendall’s voice from above.

“Hey! Let her through, she’s cool!”

He was pointing right at you with a grin. The guards moved aside, letting you in.

Upstairs, Kendall greeted you with a hug.

“Nice treehouse,” you said.

“Thanks. It’s pretty infantile, right? Sort of the vibe I was going for.”

“Definitely. You nailed it.”

“Hey, I need a favor while you’re here. See that guy over there?”

He nodded over his shoulder to a tall blonde Scandinavian-looking man slouching alone in a plush leather chair.

“Who is that?”

“That’s Lukas Matsson. He’s pretty disgruntled and I need someone to keep him from wandering. I can’t do it anymore, I need to mingle. Also, Roman cannot know he’s here.”

“Roman’s entire purpose in life tonight is to find that guy.”

“Please don’t tell him he’s here. I’ll owe you one. Seriously.

“Don’t worry. Roman’s driving me fucking crazy at the moment.”

“Amazing. You’re amazing. Let me get you a drink and I’ll introduce you.”

Kendall stepped away. You glanced curiously in Lukas’s direction. He glanced up from his phone, met your eyes, and did a double take. He stared at you for a long moment across the room.

Kendall returned with your drink, breaking your gaze.

“Let’s go. You’re about to meet one of the weirdest rich guys out there.”

Drinks in hand, you approached the man. He kept his eyes fixed on yours.

“Yo, Lukas. Meet my good friend Y/N. I promise she’s not going to network you to death.”

Kendall clapped him on the shoulder.

“You guys have fun.”

You thought you saw Kendall wink, but it was too quick, and then he was gone.

“Kendall thinks I need a babysitter tonight,” Lukas said. “Too many sharks in the water.”

“Thankfully I don’t have any interest in what Kendall and his family does. I’m just along for the ride.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“What do you write?”

“Words, mostly.”

Lukas cracked the smallest grin.

“Is that, like, meaningful for you?” he asked.

“I don’t really care if it has meaning or not. Mostly it keeps me entertained.”

“Cheers to that.”

He raised his beer bottle and clinked it against your glass of gin and tonic.

“So you know all of the Roy siblings?” Lukas said.

“Too well.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

“Do I have to have a favorite?”

“It’ll say a lot about you. I’m still figuring out who I’m talking to here.”

You considered briefly.

“I think I relate to Kendall the most.”

“Daddy issues?”

You laughed. “I’m not going there. But if I had to pick a favorite… Roman is the most fun to be around.”

“So you like fun.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t relate to what most people think of as fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Partying. Getting drunk. Rollercoasters.”

You burst out laughing.

“What?” he said.

“Rollercoasters?”

“People find them fun, right? You tell me. What’s fun to you?”

“Not rollercoasters.”

Lukas considered you with a curious, calculating look.

“I’m starting to think you’re not a normal person,” he said.

“I could tell you weren’t normal the second I looked over here.”

You gave him a sly smile. He set his beer down and folded his hands in his lap.

“I’ve got to get out of this treehouse,” he said.

“You don’t think the treehouse is fun?”

“I’d like to find out what your idea of fun is. You still haven’t told me.”

You gazed at him for a long moment. Then you heard an all-too-familiar voice over your shoulder.

“There you are. Both of you.”

Roman was leaning over you with his hands on the back of your chair.

“This is a weird pairing. What are you guys even talking about?”

“Rollercoasters,” Lukas said.

You smiled, catching his eye once more before you stood.

“I’ll let you guys talk.”

“I’ll see you later, though, yeah?” Roman called. You glanced at Lukas, who had put everything together in an instant.

“If you can find me,” you said as you left.

When you glanced back over your shoulder, Lukas was staring at his phone again and Roman was sitting cross-legged in your chair, trying unsuccessfully to get his attention.

Not long after, you found yourself in Italy, lying poolside beneath the mild northern sun. Eyes closed, you felt a shadow pass over your vision and cracked your eyes open. Roman sat in the neighboring beach chair, squinting in the light.

“I forgot how much I hated the sun.”

He leaned back uncomfortably in the chair.

“So, I have a mission for you. For both of us.”

“What?”

“Guess who lives right across the lake.”

“Who? Stop making me ask questions.”

“Our old buddy Lukas Matsson.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Who?”

Roman grinned.

“You know who. You’re literally blushing.”

“It’s the sun.”

“I know you’ve been wondering how big his dick is.”

“Roman, what the fuck?”

“Hey, it’s fine. I mean, you still haven’t seen mine. It’s only healthy to think about other men’s dicks every now and then.”

“Jesus…”

“Look, seriously. I need your help. I have to convince him to make this deal. But I don’t think he likes me all that much. If you’re there, maybe he’ll perk up enough to listen to me. I mean, the man’s practically comatose.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“I need you to get him a little hard, metaphorically speaking. He’ll want to show off his big dick in front of you by making this deal.”

“Stop saying ‘dick’. This is sounding really fucking weird.”

“Like I’m trying to whore you out to him?”

“Yeah. Exactly that.”

“Come on. You don’t have to do anything. Unless, you know, you want to.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. You gave a sigh.

“When are you leaving?”

“Soon. Now, actually. Can you put some clothes on? The bikini might be overkill.”

“God dammit, Roman.”

You stood up and grabbed the towel from the back of your chair. He grabbed your hand gently.

“Hey.”

You paused, gazing down at him, the quirky smile flashing, eyes obscured behind his dark sunglasses.

“You’re my secret weapon.”

You were on the boat less than half an hour later, speeding across Lake Como in the warm air.

“That’s his place,” Roman said, indicating the approaching villa. Tall cypress trees swayed in the lake breeze, revealing a stuccoed exterior and red tile roof. A hidden paradise nestled at the foot of the Alps.

“You’re shitting me.”

Roman grinned.

Lukas was waiting for you on the dock. He was barefoot, in a black t-shirt and white linen pants. His dark blue eyes glinted in the light reflecting off the lake.

Roman disembarked first, turning to lend you a hand. You felt Lukas watching the two of you.

"There you are, you tall motherfucker," Roman said, stepping forward to greet him. He shook Roman’s hand, then turned his gaze to you.

“You remember Y/N, right?” Roman said. “I think I interrupted your little party in the treehouse.”

“So you two are together?”

“Well, we haven’t fucked yet if that’s what you mean,” Roman said.

Lukas glanced at you. You rolled your eyes discreetly.

“I feel like I shouldn’t ask,” Lukas said.

“Oh, it’s all me. Not her fault.”

Lukas led the two of you to a patio shaded from the sun. His property was quiet, beautiful, secluded. It was strange to imagine him padding around the villa in his bare feet, alone. He reclined on a wicker sofa while you took a seat nearby.

Roman was looking at his phone, suddenly serious.

“What is it?” you said.

“I gotta take this. Sorry, guys.”

He stepped away, leaving you alone with Lukas. He reclined on a beige sofa, glancing at you with his hands folded in his lap.

“I was wondering if I’d see you again,” he said. “Where did we leave off?”

“I don’t remember. It was a long night.”

“When you said Roman was your favorite, I didn’t realize why.”

“It’s pretty complicated.”

“Sounds like it.” Lukas paused. “You guys really haven’t fucked?”

“It’s just… not like that. I know it sounds weird.”

“How long have you been together?”

“About a year.”

He let out a low whistle.

“So does that mean… I mean, are you guys exclusive?”

“So far. Yeah.”

You gazed at each other silently. Roman returned, phone in hand.

“Hey guys, I gotta run. But I’ll be back. Is it cool if she stays?”

“It’s fine,” Lukas said. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just family stuff. Kendall,” he added, glancing at you.

You nodded, unable to tell if he was bluffing or not.

“Try not to talk business without me,” Roman said. He turned and jogged back towards the dock. You heard the boat engine start as he sped off across the lake.

“Fun,” Lukas said.

You looked at him in confusion.

“We were talking about fun.”

He was gazing at you, broad shoulders in the dappled sunlight, his eyes calm.

“Do you want to see the rest of the house?”

You followed him inside, bare feet on the cool terracotta floor, a warm breeze moving through the open rooms. The villa was exquisitely decorated, a blend of modern art and traditional Italian motifs. Green and gold curtains, plush beige sofas, a gleaming oak dining table.

“You live alone?”

“Yeah. To be honest, I don’t like living with other people.”

“I know what you mean.”

“You and Roman don’t live together?

“Let’s stop talking about Roman.”

You paused in the doorway of a bedroom that opened onto a patio overlooking the lake. The sheer curtains lifted in the breeze. You felt Lukas glance at you.

“The downstairs is all for show. I live upstairs. Do you want to see?”

The upstairs was a loft with exposed beams and skylights. In contrast to the overblown downstairs decoration, everything here was black, white, grey. This was where Lukas’s preference for Scandinavian minimalism became apparent. He was so tall that he had to stoop in certain places. You peered into his office, sparsely decorated with a wooden desk, MacBook and high-end stereo system.

“This is where I get my thinking done. I really don’t like having visitors in general. Present company excepted.”

His bedroom was adjacent to the office. Again you lingered in the doorway, hesitant to enter his private quarters. He leaned on the doorframe across from you and folded his arms. He looked straight at you.

“So,” he said.

“So...?”

“Kendall’s birthday party. I had every intention of inviting you back to my room.”

“Roman ruined your plans, huh?”

“Pretty much. But then he brought you here.”

You went silent, gazing back at him. The blonde stubble, heavy brow, hard blue eyes. Something in him both frightening and compelling. Impenetrable but vulnerable. He was tan from the summer sun, calm and cool. He seemed curious to see what your next move would be. And he was willing to wait you out.

You meandered into the bedroom, glancing around at his possessions. A shelf full of books: classics, modern novels, books on tech. A stray pair of headphones. A solitary person’s existence.

He followed you in, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. You turned around to face him.

“Roman brought me here to help make the deal for his dad,” you said.

“I know that. I don’t care. I’ve already made my decision.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You stepped up to him, feet nearly touching. He watched you with the faint smile of someone who has been alone for a long time observing a newcomer in their space.

“Let’s not fuck around any longer,” he whispered.

Almost before he had finished speaking, you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed you back, long, deep kisses, like he had missed you intensely in your brief, inexplicable absence from his life. His hands slid up your back. You sank onto his lap, straddling him as his hands moved lower, exploring your unfamiliar form.

You ran your hands through his hair, along the back of his neck, across his broad shoulders. You slid your hands beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt, feeling his toned arms. You kissed his neck, the sound of his rasping breath in your ear.

“Did you think of me at all?” he whispered.

“I couldn’t stop,” you breathed.

You felt a throb as he grew harder beneath you. You pushed him back onto the bed and ground against him as he swiftly unbuttoned your shirt then shed his own. He pulled you down against him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, his stubble brushing your skin.

“You really haven’t been fucked in a year?”

You shook your head, gasping at his touch, unable to speak.

“Time to change that.”

He deftly changed positions with you, so that you were lying half-dressed beneath him. Now you had a full view of him, his bare torso, ruffled blonde hair, the intensity in his eyes. He unzipped his pants and slid out of them.

“Oh my god,” you said, unable to stop yourself. Lukas grinned, breathless.

“What?”

“You’re fucking huge.”

He tugged your pants off, gripping his cock, and without any further delay, slid swiftly into you.

You let out a long, vocal moan. It had been too long. Everything in you had been aching for him. He watched your every reaction, the slight grin on his face, his eyes glittering. You bucked against him, running your hands over his lean body as he slowly, firmly pounded into you. You gripped his forearm for dear life.

“Fuck, Lukas”

“Yeah? Is that good?”

You groaned in response as he leaned into you, his hot, sticky skin against yours, running along the length of your body with his bulk. He gripped your wrists, pinning you lightly as he pulsed in and out of you. You sank your teeth into the muscle of his shoulder, and he held you down harder.

“You feel like you want to come,” he murmured.

“Mmhmm.”

“You’re so fucking wet.”

You dug your fingers into his back, feeling your entire body tense up.

“It’s been so long. You’re ready to fucking burst.”

He slid his thumb into your mouth and you bit down on it. There were starbursts behind your eyes. His voice in your ear.

“There you go. Let me hear you. I want to hear you.”

That was it. You let go, back arched, thighs tensed, warmth spreading across your body as you let out a half-moan, half-scream. You heard Lukas groan and stiffen, his hand twined in your hair.

You stayed like that for a long moment, breathing into each other’s mouths. Finally he rolled off of you, shining with a light cover of sweat. You lay side by side, recovering.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Fuck yes.”

You felt his fingers brush along your forearm. He was gazing at you from his pillow.

“You can come closer. If you want.”

You gladly complied, feeling his arm encircle you as you found a place against his chest. Your eyes traced his unfamiliar body. A tuft of blonde chest hair, a scar below his ribcage, a small birthmark near the belly button. But you didn’t touch him further. This was still new, the boundaries not yet established. Perhaps Lukas didn’t want to be touched in a tender, loving way. Perhaps you didn’t either.

“I wish we had more time,” he murmured. “There’s a lot more I want to do with you.”

“I was very pent-up,” you said, half-apologizing.

“No, it’s fine. It’s good when it’s fast sometimes. Plus I’m not great at seductive gestures.”

“This is only the second time we've met and you made me come. That just doesn’t happen.”

He gave a slight laugh, a low sound deep in his chest. He stroked your shoulder with his thumb briefly.

“I mean I’m not a normal person. Some things people want from me, I just can’t give them.”

“You’re talking to someone who’s been dating Roman Roy for a year and a half. I go without a lot of things.”

You gazed down his body, his skin soft and tan in the natural light.

“Plus, there’s probably a lot I can’t give you,” you murmured. “Remember, I’m not normal either.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want normal. I get bored easily.”

From the open window, you could hear the sound of the lake lapping against the shore. Then, growing in the distance, the high whine of a motor.

“Well,” said Lukas with a note of finality.

“What do we do?”

He turned on his side, looking straight at you again with that penetrating gaze.

“I think we need to see each other again,” he said.

“Okay.”

Without another word, he sat up, sliding into his pants. You savored the sight of his torso as he pulled on his shirt. You dressed quickly then met him in the doorway, where you paused. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then leaned down and kissed you once, warm and deep. He held your eyes for a long moment. He looked like he was about to say something, but instead he smiled slightly to himself and started down the stairs. You followed, eyes lingering on the back of his neck, his shoulders.

Roman met you on the green lawn. His hair and clothes were windblown and disheveled but he was grinning.

“Hey kids. Have fun without me?”

“Just showing her around the property.”

“I bet you did. Hey, I know it was shitty for me to run out like that, so if you want to talk about the deal another time, we’ll get out of your hair.”

“We don’t need to talk about it. I want to do it.”

Roman raised his eyebrows. “Well, shit. Are you sure, man?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. I’m sure.”

Roman grabbed his hand and shook it with a grin. “I guess we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

“I guess we will.”

Lukas’s eyes flashed in your direction. You smiled slightly and looked away.

On the boat ride back, Roman was strangely silent. He had a secretive grin on his face and his eyes were obscured behind his dark glasses. Then he unexpectedly turned to you, grabbed your face between his hands, and kissed you on the mouth.

“It worked. It fucking worked.”

He held your hand the rest of the way back to his mother’s villa. It was the first time in a year and a half of dating that he had done so.

#i did a thing #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson/reader #succession #lukas matsson #roman roy #roman roy x reader #roman roy/reader #alexander skarsgard

[sim0nril3y]

Second Meeting

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Set a few weeks after their first meeting Simon bumps into a familiar face on another night out. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of smoking, mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

Just how did Simon keep getting dragged onto these nights out? His friends always seemed to talk him around enough, speaking some shit as if he owed them something because he was rarely home these days. They missed him. They wanted to spend some time with him. They wanted him to chase a pretty bird and bed her. Fuckinghell… he was beginning to think that his “friends” really didn’t have his best intentions at heart. A night in watching the football would be ideal, even going down the pub for a quiet one would be preferable to them always dragging him out-out to these dingy little clubs.

It was just a relentless assault on each of his senses. The beer was fucking abysmal. The music was too loud – if you could even call it music. The floor was sticky. It was hot. There were too many people around him. God, these birds must be desperate if they were grinding up against him. It must be because they couldn’t get a good look at him in the light. They couldn’t see the scars and burns that littered him. The tattoos that spread up his arms. Too rigid. Too regimented. Unable to just let loose anymore. Simon simply stood there assessing every little thing about the room.

Once the tension had built too high Simon was quick to excuse himself. Barging unapologetically through the crowd and outside. Fuck, he’d rather be home right now watching the highlights. He knew that Man United won their game, he wanted to watching it, but his mates had insisted that going out-out would be much more fun. Last fucking time that he would listen to them…

“Oh, we’re going to have to stop running into each other like this…” Glancing over his shoulder Simon was somewhat shocked to see you standing angelically under the streetlamps, cigarette burning between your fingers, shuffling from one foot to the other attempting to generate some body heat in another dress that was less that weather appropriate. “You stalking me, kid?” A brow quirked in you direction before you beamed a grin back at him in response, a small silent conversation between you both: so you remembered me... how could I fucking forget?

A musical laugh fell from your lips, daring a few steps closer to him, as if they were more than acquaintances, maybe something closer to friends, or more… “Bet you’d like that.” He saw the way your teeth tugged at your lower lip. Flirting. Tempting. Dangerous. “Been to every club in town just looking for you~” Your tone was teasing and Simon let out a low laugh. “I have to say. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t hear from you.”

“That right?” Simon blew his smoke away from your face as you took a few more daunting steps in his direction. “Fun game, bet you don’t even remember my name.” “Simon~” The name shot from your lips in an instant and fucking hell did he like the way it sounded on your precious, pink lips. “Impressed?” Placing your cigarette between your lips and inhaling sweetly. “There is a really easy way to get rid of me, Simon~” He hated the way his trousers grew a little tighter each time his name rolled off your tongue. “Take me for a drink.” Then shrugging your slight shoulders. “After that, if I don’t interest you, then I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Those walls he’d built up where beginning to crack and crumble. How did this fuckin’ kid find a way of getting under his skin so effectively? “Fine.” The smile that broke over your face was memorable. “Dog and Duck?” It was a local boozer, one that had a bit of a reputation for being rough. “Or you bit classier than that?”

“I can be whatever you want me to be…” Your playful lilt spoke to him on a level he’d never experienced before. Moving to stand so that he was looming over you, observing that smug little look on your face. “Last chance to go find a boy your own age to play with…” It was more of a plea than it was a suggestion. There was no way that he would be able to resist you if they kept playing this game. He had done such an efficient job to build these walls up to protect other people and to protect himself. He couldn’t just allow you to come in and bulldoze them down. “But the older boys are so much more fun~” Fuck, you were snarky and witty. So much of him loved your attitude but part of it shook him to the very core. Simon knew what he needed to do; humour you. The moment you found out more about him then you would run a mile. He would just be another bad dating story to tell your friends. Until then, he would just humour you.

Masterlist | Ask | 29-08-2023

#simon ghost x reader #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #ghost x oc #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #ghost x civilian!reader

[slut4thebroken]

forced my hand

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Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason’s been begging to fuck your ass and you keep saying no so he decides to take matters into his own hands

Warnings | HARD KINKS 18+, vaginal sex, anal sex, rape, coercion, dubious consent (not even that. it’s just straight up non consensual)

Words | 900

Notes | I’m going through a dark!jason phase. If anyone wants to send me money for therapy, feel free to do so

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

This is NON consensual sex !!! Please don’t read if this will be triggering- this is the last warning.

He’s always wanted to try anal with you and he was never shy about voicing that want. One time you made a joke about agreeing, asking when he wanted to go shopping for a strap, and he was not even slightly amused. 

So that’s how most of your sex life has been going for the past few months. He’d always ask, you’d always deny. 

“C’mon, babe, just let me stick a finger in.” His thrusts slowed and his hand on your ass cheek was moving closer and closer to your hole. 

“No, Jason.” You warned, preparing to grab his hand. 

“It’s just one fuckin finger what’s so bad about that?”

“You can finger my ass after I finger yours.” You snapped, shutting him up. 

One time he stuck a finger in anyway, so you pushed him off of you and went to the bathroom, locking yourself inside. 

“Seriously?” He scoffed through the door. “C’mon, babe, I won’t do it again, just let me fuck you.” 

“Jason, I’ve told you time and time again.” You sighed. 

“So you’re just gonna fuckin leave me like this?” When you didn’t respond, he continued. “Fine!” Then, under his breath as he walked away, “Fuckin bitch.” 

It was only a couple weeks after that incident that he finally decided he’d had enough. You were laying face down, ass up, as he slammed his hips into you, keeping up the brutal pace. You reached a hand down to your clit, trying to have a little more stimulation than just his relentless pounding. And you could feel yourself getting close too. But he suddenly pulled out, making you whine and push your hips back. Then hot come was hitting your asshole, dripping down until it met your fingers. 

You sighed, knowing you were going to have to finish yourself off again- you should’ve started touching yourself earlier, but you thought he’d last longer. 

Jason eyed your fluttering holes, knowing it’d be now or never. Well, not never, but not in the near future. It didn’t take much convincing for him to press the blunt head of his cock against your asshole and start to push in. 

“Ow- ow! Jason, what the fuck?!” You yelled, trying to move away from him. He just pressed on your upper back, holding you down. He lined himself up again and pushed, this time breaching your hole, making you let out a shrill scream. Reaching a hand down, he swiped through some of his come that had fallen down your cunt and rubbed it over the rest of his cock, making it easier to slide in. Once his hips met your ass, he let out a loud moan, savoring the feeling. 

“Does it hurt?” He asked, casually. He could tell you were crying. You were letting out these whimpers that went straight to his cock and clawing at the sheets, still trying to get away from him. Patience wearing thin, he finally started to move. He dragged his length out slowly, then slammed back in, making you release a loud sob. You started babbling out pleas for him to stop, but all of it was just making him harder. 

He didn’t keep the slow speed for long. As his pace got faster, he could already feel himself nearing his second orgasm. Your virgin ass was so much tighter than your used cunt and he mentally decided to fuck your ass from now on, at least until your pussy tightened up again. 

He suddenly pulled out, grabbing both of your ass cheeks and pulling them open to get a better view of your gaping holes. Fuck- should’ve done this so much sooner, he thought. He slid back in, paying no mind to your cries of pain, and focused on his orgasm. 

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, “fuckin slut. This could’ve been enjoyable for both of us, but you just had to be a stubborn bitch. You forced my hand, babe. This is your own fault.” He all but shrugged. His thrusts grew erratic and frenzied as he neared his orgasm until finally he let out a loud moan and pushed completely inside you. As you fell forward onto your stomach, he followed you, now pinning your body to the bed. His hips rutted into you, trying to get the most out of his orgasm, as he let out curses and stifled moans. Finally, he stilled, catching his breath and not moving from his position yet. 

The sound of your soft cries finally registered and he pushed your hair behind your ear to see your face, then kissed the tears on your cheeks. You flinched away from him, sobbing harder, and he could feel his cock fattening up again. 

Leaning up, he pulled your ass cheeks apart, then slowly dragged his cock out. Your gaping hole fluttered around nothing as his come slowly trickled out, down to your cunt. He cursed under his breath at the sight and gave one last slap on your ass, then stood up, going to the bathroom.

“Maybe don’t be such a fucking bitch and I’ll actually prep you next time.” He knew that wasn’t true though. He wasn’t going to waste his time making your fuck hole looser. Especially not when you sound so fucking hot crying and begging him to stop. 

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #smut #Jason needs professional help #blurb #jason todd smut

[shrimpys-log]

Shrimpy's Log 002: New Year Schemes

✎ Ficlet ✎ Characters: Azul, Cater, Floyd, Jade, Ruggie ✎ Gender-neutral ✎ Slight use of swear words ✎ Tagged as x reader but can be platonic, it's just a funny little scenario ✎ Based on the current New Year event on the English server, on Octavinelle's day (feat. Cater, Ruggie)

Cater and Ruggie knew that Azul, Jade and Floyd would return for another match, and the dread outweighed the celebration of their most recent victory.

Seeing you in the crowd came as a huge relief. You were even-tempered and sweet, and even if it would be hard to convince you to spend more money than necessary (managing Ramshackle meant you had to be a practical spender, after all), talking to you would undoubtedly ease the nerves. Especially since you knew the horrors of Octavinelle all too well, and could easily sympathize with their plight.

"Hi Cater, hi Ruggie! Having a pleasant shift, I hope?"

It didn't take long to figure out that they were not, in fact, having a pleasant shift--at least not with the fish mafia prowling about. You seemed to catch on to their source of anxiety a little too quickly.

"It's that game Sam's introduced this year, isn't it?" You deduce. "Three versus two... that's not very fair, especially when Floyd's practically two people on his own."

"That's not our only concern," Ruggie replies, tactfully keeping his voice out of earshot from the nearby merpeople. "Jade and Azul keep coming back with better and better strategies, and Floyd's accumulating more skill with each round, even if he isn't abiding by anything the other two have to say. We've managed to come through a few times so far, but..."

"...but Azul's relentless," You nod. "Yeah, I know. So, what about your strategy?"

"Not exactly my strong suit," Cater chimes in. "Ruggie's doing fine on that end, but there's not much to strategize. We already studied all the tips and tricks before this whole thing started."

"Of course there's plenty to strategize. Those three aren't infallible, you know," you reply, eyes sparkling. Your cheerful expression was far too innocent for the blunt analysis that followed. "Floyd's definitely the best athlete, but he's also the easiest to take down. It's not hard to put him in a bad mood--the most surefire way to do that would be to get Azul to berate him, and if you want to get Azul to berate Floyd, you just have to make Floyd so excited that he starts tuning Azul out. Not even Jade and Azul can control Floyd's mood."

...fair enough, Ruggie and Cater supposed. They weren't expecting that to be the 'strategy' you had in mind, but in all fairness, you were around the Octa-trio more than the rest of them.

"The second biggest weakness to exploit is Azul," you say. "I'm sure you remember from Beanfest, Cater--Azul's not exactly the most enthusiastic when it comes to... well... physical fitness as we experience it on land. He's crazy strong, but his speed and agility aren't there. He thinks strategy is enough to compensate for it--and ordinarily, it is--but if you target him over Jade, that's where you'll get the slip-up you need. Jade's the most composed and, like Floyd, he's pretty competent with all land games that aren't heavily reliant on flying, so to throw him off, your best bet is to convince him that it would be more fun to see Azul frustrated than it would be to receive the prize of victory. He's a sucker for all things entertaining."

Cater and Ruggie blink at you with wide eyes, but you don't seem to even notice.

"Say, do you guys have spackle for sale? Ramshackle's crumbling again, I have some walls I need to patch up," you say nonchalantly, completely moving on from your strategic tirade as if it'd never happened in the first place.

It was a fortunate outcome--once Ruggie and Cater helped you find all the things you needed to find (you'd already planned to shop in bulk, since Ramshackle had a lot of unmet needs and the New Year prices were extremely generous), you owed enough to earn yourself a few rounds of hanetsuki. Cater and Ruggie didn't seem particularly threatened by the idea of taking you on, which was kind of offensive, but you understood. You didn't seem as threatening without your usual crew (Ace, Deuce, Grim) around for backup.

Less fortunately, at least for Cater and Ruggie, was that Azul, Jade and Floyd were back to play, and the two had nowhere to hide. Floyd greeted you with a hug while Jade curiously poked at all the stuff you bought, but Azul's sharp blue eyes were focused on the prize.

"I believe we're due for another round," he remarks confidently.

"Coincidentally, I've earned myself a round as well," you chime in, turning to Ruggie and Cater. "Though I suppose three versus two is rather uneven. Can I join your side?"

Immediately your friends--on both sides--began to sputter at you.

"T-That's not the rules!" Azul accuses. Clearly, you joining Cater and Ruggie would completely wipe his strategy. Jade, however, seems greatly amused by the prospect.

"What a wonderful idea," he chuckles. "After all, you shouldn't have to fight this battle alone, you poor, unfortunate thing."

"The prefect could be on our side," Azul snaps. "Why should they join the enemy--ahem, the employees?"

"Hate to break it to ya, hon, but Zulie's right," Cater notes. "It's so totally cute you wanna be all even and all, but the game is that you challenge us."

"I'll pay double," you counter simply. "I need 50 for a round, right? Well, how about 100 lets me play with you? I'm not gonna win on my own anyway, I've seen Ruggie play spelldrive and you, Cater, were a little too competent during Beanfest. Since it's more profitable for you guys that way, I'm sure Sam wouldn't oppose."

Ruggie raises his eyebrows, but after some thinking, grins.

"We do have to win against Vil and Sebek," he reminds Cater. "And there's no rules saying we can't do that. Gotta take the opportunity when it's handed to us, right? No holding back."

"Now hold on!" Azul snaps again, before turning to you. "Why do you wanna join their side? Are you plotting against me?"

You raise your hands in mock innocence. "I'd rather play a fun game with my friends than suffer a crushing defeat by my lonesome. Besides, I know you have a strategy in mind, Azul--one that doesn't accommodate me joining your team. Do you really see me as that much of a threat?"

In the end, only Azul protests the decision, though Floyd and Jade are so enthusiastic about 'playing against Shrimpy' that Azul's protests fade to the background. He ends up agreeing, only after you put on a show of apologizing to Ruggie and Cater for having no experience in the game whatsoever, and after Cater had to thoroughly explain to you how to handle the hagoita. With that settled, the games begin.

...your strategy works like a charm of course. Floyd was so, so excited to 'play with Shrimpy' that he was entirely distracted throughout the first half of the game, causing Azul to snap at him and put Floyd in a terrible mood. Jade was so amused by the disaster that he purposefully half-assed the rest of the game, driving Azul even more up a wall, and eventually Azul slipped up, causing the Octavinelle team to lose once again.

"Bah! We could've had that!" He growls. "One more time. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to spend another 50 thaumarks..."

He and Jade make their tactical retreat, with Jade grinning like it was the best day of his life. Floyd lingers behind, his foul mood still written over his face.

Luckily, he was just as easy to cheer up as he was to upset. You approach your friend with a peace offering and a hug, shoving a small box in his hands from the stack of items you'd purchased earlier.

"I bought that for you. You mentioned wanting to try new candy a while back, so when I saw all those weird candies on sale, I figured you'd wanna try 'em." That much was true. You'd intended to save that candy for a more special occasion, but it was a worthy sacrifice.

Floyd perks right up, returning the hug and thanking you before returning to his twin and his housewarden as if the last match hadn't happened at all. Then you turn to Cater and Ruggie, smiling innocently.

"Thanks for that," says Cater with a smile. "You really are one clever little prefect. We owe you one."

"You do, in fact," you reply in that sweet tone of yours. "One golden ticket, to be exact. I was on the winning team of hanetsuki, after all. The rules were explicitly clear that the winning team earns a ticket."

"Huh? I don't follow."

"Wait..." Ruggie trails, a horrified look appearing on his face as he starts to piece it together. "You didn't... you didn't join us to help us out against Octavinelle, did you?"

"Well, of course I did," you say, your tone as sweet and charismatic as ever. "I know those three like the back of my hand. I've found myself on the receiving end of their tireless ambition and relentless schemes too many times to count. If Azul got his hand on that ticket, he'd use it to its fullest value, you know that."

"You tricked us!" Ruggie replies, scowling. "Ugh, I should've known better than to trust that innocent act of yours."

"Hehe--awe, don't be so upset Ruggie. I learned from the best. You can thank yourself--and Leona--for teaching me how to think strategically," you wink. "Aren't you proud? I've come so far from being that unassuming prefect who signs contracts blindly, don't you think?"

Cater hands you a golden ticket, which you hold with visible awe and excitement. Ruggie shoots Cater a look, as if he might've been able to bend the rules and keep you from cashing in on your prize--but the Heartslabyul junior didn't seem too bothered about being outsmarted.

"You're a smart little freshman cookie, Prefect. I suppose you no longer need Cay-Cay to look out for you," He teases. "Here's your prize. Got anything in mind you want to spend it on? Something cammable, perhaps?"

"Hmm... I don't know..." you muse. You catch the look on Ruggie's face--a look of masked anxiety--and you decide to offer some consolation. "Awe, Rug-Bug, relax. The most expensive items in the store are magical--items I have very little use for. Of course, I could go through the trouble of selling said items and making a profit, but I won't do that to you. There are a lot of practical items I need--items to improve the quality of life at Ramshackle--so I'll stick down that lane. This ticket isn't such a major loss for you."

You pause, taking some time to read the text on the ticket.

"And besides," you add cheerfully. "As much as I love Vil and Sebek, I'm not gonna let you guys lose your little competition against them. You helped me, now I help you. I'll be sure to send a lot of people your way, people you could easily beat in hanetsuki, yeah? I do have quite the influence, after all."

With that said, you spun on your heel and disappeared into the shop, looking for something to spend your ticket on. Cater and Ruggie watched you go, still shocked by your tactical move.

You weren't the same naive freshman you were last year, that's for sure.

#cater diamond x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #floyd leech #cater diamond #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #Shrimpy's Log

[makeadealwithdean]

you can take it

dean winchester x afab!reader — smut, 18+ only, nsfw, fwb/fuck buddies situation is how i imagined it, but however you wanna read it :)

“Fuck, Dean! Right there!” you cried out from underneath the man pounding into you. He had you flat on your stomach, his forearms on either side of your head holding himself up. You were caged in — and you fucking loved it.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” Dean practically growled in your ear. His hot breath curled through your hair as he grunted with the force of his thrusts. You inhaled his scent as his body pressed to yours. Whiskey. Leather. Something so distinctly Dean.

“So, fucking, much, De,” the words came punching out of you as his hips kept a steady pace. He pressed wet kisses along your jawline and down your neck, and you let out a moan, tilting your head to grant him even better access.

Dean gladly took advantage of your instinctive submission, his kisses growing harsher, and you knew you’d find marks there in the morning. Worth it. You fucking loved the feeling of his teeth scraping along your skin, and he was nothing if not observant. The past few times you’d done this together, he’d taken mental notes, and it showed.

Not that the first time was bad, or anything less than great, actually. The rumors about Dean Winchester’s sexual prowess certainly were true. Not only was he exceptionally gifted below the belt, but he also made it his mission to give his partner as much pleasure as possible, and as much as you’d rolled your eyes when Dean had referred to himself as a “god in bed,” you couldn’t say he was wrong.

Hence, why you found yourself falling into bed with him again, and again, and again.

You could feel Dean shifting slightly over you, and suddenly, you felt his fingertips brushing lightly over the column of your throat, a stark contrast to the way he touched you everywhere else. You nodded your assent to him, “C’monnn, do it already!”

Instantly, his palm was flat against your neck, his thick fingers pressing, encircling your throat and forcing your head up. “Better watch the attitude, darlin’,” he warned, his lips brushing your cheek tauntingly as his grip slightly lessened your airflow. “You know who’s callin’ the shots right now.”

“Yes…sir…” you choked out as his fingers pressed tighter.

“Ah, yeah, that’s my girl,” Dean grunted, his lips brushing your ear just enough to make you wild with need for him. Each of his thrusts forced something in between a whine and a moan from your throat, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to try and keep the last bit of your dignity.

But Dean had other plans.

“Hands off,” he grunted, his hips never faltering. His big palm slapped down on your wrist, closing around it, and jerking your hand away. “Wanna hear ya whining for me.”

As soon as your hand left your mouth, Dean slammed his hips hard against you.

“Fuck, Dean!” you yelped as he rammed into your cervix.

“Aw, it’s okay, baby,” he taunted. “I know you can take it. My big, bad hunter girl’d never let herself go down without a fight, hmm? Remember what you told me yesterday?”

His voice had dropped even lower, taken on a darker tone, and his breathing was raspy. Even still, his pace was relentless.

“Ow, Dean, fuck off!” you huffed at his teasing.

Crack. His palm came down harsh on the side of your ass, and this time, he did stop. He pulled all the way out, and suddenly, you were flat on your back, lying underneath him. He loomed over you, smirking dangerously, and you knew you’d fucked up.

“Ohhh, sweetheart, you should’ve known better than to talk to me like that,” he growled out, and you swallowed nervously.

“M’sorry?” you tried hesitantly. But Dean just scoffed, shaking his head, and pinned your wrists above your head.

Shit.

guess i’ll add my tags hehe (if you’re crossed out, i couldn’t tag you!)

Forevers: @evergreencowboy @deanwanddamons @katelyn--renee @lassie-bird @jensengirl83 @superfanficnatural @wayward-dreamer @that-one-gay-girl @writercole @flamencodiva

SPN: @meeshw777 @sexyvixen7 @beth-gallagher22 @deanwinchesterwifesblog @blueeyedchaos @maliburenee @deanssliceofcherrypie @jordyn-laufeyson

Dean Winchester: @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @spnfangirl1314 @deandreamernp @happyt0exist @panicking-outside-the-disco @saahmi @fanfic-n-tabulous @lessons-of-red

#dean winchester #dean winchester smut #dean x female!reader #dean winchester x fem!reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn #spn smut

[neteyamsilly]

❀ 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒗𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔) ❀

“It should not be a luxury, but a right to choose, to fight for the family that you want.”

“I fight... for the family that I have.”

pairing ;; neteyam (20) x reader (21)

synopsis ;; Your right to be a child ended at the ripe age of one with the butchering of your birth family in the Battle of the Hallelujah Mountains, but the newborn daughter of your adopted mother and father was your rebirth as a big sister — suddenly your life had purpose and direction, you were content endlessly doting on Loratirea despite being nothing but unwanted baggage who didn’t quite belong, convinced that they were impatient for the day you would finally leave the nest. 

And leave the nest you did, alright.  

Originally from the Anurai clan, your family had to seek Uturu from the Omatikaya after relentless raids from the sky people resulted in the passing of your father. 

He was the only link you had to this family as the one with blood connection to you, and you’re forever grateful to your (step)mother for treating you like another one of hers when you’re already well past the age to find a mate of your own, you wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t have your sister and her. They weren’t obligated to let a mere orphan in on their love at all in the first place, and you owe it to your remaining family to look after them until they’re happily integrated and safe in Toruk Makto’s fortress, and then you’ll be able to go back to Bone Sanctuary, finally move on with your life after paying your debt. 

You take the sign of atokirina flocking around your sister the night you arrive as the period at the end of your resolve. Loratirea is chosen by Eywa as a blessing to the Omaticaya, the Olo’eyktan and his family are beyond thrilled to have her become a part of the clan, the mating between her and the eldest son training to be the next Olo’eyktan is immediately the hot topic amongst people the morning after. 

You’ll make sure your sweet sister is mated with the perfect man who can make her the happiest Na’vi in the world. You’re not sure what Eywa is trying to say, but Loratirea will not be burdened by duty, you refuse to let her tread on the path you’re walking on, it may be selfish on your part, but she deserves nothing but the best. 

The best happens to be Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, or so they say. 

And he is at the bottom of your list. That impudent boy will keep away from your sister if he knows what’s good for him, especially after all the atrocious qualifications he’s listed about what it had to take to be his mate with no room for love in there — the single thing your sister wants most in her life. The way he viewed love, the way he viewed tìmuntxa as nothing but a responsibility to better protect his family…

No, he’s not worthy of her. Loratirea deserves more than to exist to serve Jakesuli’s immediate family. You will make Neteyam get it before your sister completes her rite of passage. He will back off and find another miserable, unfortunate soul for his cause.

And oh, how he hates you for getting in his way, choking him, surrounding him like ivy the more he tries to move — to free himself.

notes / explanations ;;

❀ ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

❀ avatar the way of water did not happen and the sully family remained in the forest. neteyam grew up to be extremely pressured and has nothing in his mind but fulfilling his duties, so his decisions revolve around that.

❀ enemies to lovers, there's plot if you squint and things get messy, heavily based on Bridgerton season 2, neteyam is basically anthony bridgerton and im here to spread the agenda, this is basically neteyam and you bonding over older sibling status and that you are way more similar than you both initially thought!

❀ PLEASE interact omg this is my first work on this blog dont let me flop 😭

COMING SOON ..!

#neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan x reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam imagine #atwow x reader #irma: 📝 #📖: ivy

[thebest-medicine]

Day 20: Relentless

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Mollymauk

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Caleb catches up to molly after the events of day 4: weak spot

[read on AO3]

Words: 4.5k

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“Mollymauk.” Caleb’s voice calls out within the tower, an unusual hint of mischief to it. “Sooner or later I will find you.”

Molly ducks behind the door of Jester’s room, a giddy smile on his face. He slumps against the door on the inside, takes a deep breath — well, he tries to. His heart is still racing from running, and the giddy flutter in his stomach isn’t helping anything. He can feel the pleasurable ache of the smile wide on his face, no use in fighting it. His tail waggles back and forth anxiously as he fights down nervous giggles in his best attempt to stay quiet. 

A minute or so goes by, and Molly nearly has his breathing back to an easy pace. He listens closely near the door. 

When boots land on the floor of what sounds like the very hallway outside this room, Molly feels the butterflies in his stomach take off and flutter about. He sucks in a deep breath and tries his best to quietly scramble quietly toward the bed - or something, anything to try to hide behind. 

The doorknob jingles. Mollymauk can hear Caleb snort out a little laugh on the other side, amused, no doubt, that Molly’d bothered to lock the door. A whoosh of a spell and flutter of amber light makes quick work of the obstruction, and Jester’s door swings open. 

Molly’s half crouched, backed against the foot of the bed. He flinches, less graceful than usual, shuffling his way up to standing. “Ah, Caaa-leb,” he tries to sound casual, “what brings you to this neck of the– no aha no no wait! Wait!”

He scrambles up onto the bed and his voice raises by an octave or more when Caleb doesn’t say anything in reply, but instead starts into the room - with a determined and satisfied look on his face - directly toward Molly. He doesn’t even bother to close the door. There’s a smirk on the edge of his lips, and Molly notes briefly that it looks quite cute on him - but right now it also feels rather dangerous.

Caleb gets to the bed within a few strides, as Molly scurries backwards, stumbling over the sheets. 

Caleb reaches out and takes Molly’s ankle in his hand. It’s firm, grounding. 

“Oh no, you are not going anywhere - I owe you, for all your many, endless hours of tricks and teasing.” 

Molly lets out a little anticipatory laugh, and he can’t help but smirk, eyes flicking to meet Caleb’s. “And- heh- and all the tickling?”

Caleb’s cheeks flush a bit despite his best efforts. But quickly, he schools his features, narrows his eyes. “Ja, yes, and all the tickling.” He breaks eye contact, looking down to squint at Molly’s foot; he takes a toe between his fingers with the free hand. 

“H-Hey!” Molly snickers and wiggles his toes. 

Caleb scribbles the fingers of one hand up his sole and Molly giggles. 

“But not here. No.” He gives a little tug on the ankle he’s captured, scooting Molly toward him. Molly raises his eyebrows when Caleb barely manages to move him more than a few inches, and then he snorts out a little laugh at the wizard’s expense.

Caleb huffs. “Hmm- don’t worry, Schatz, I’ll give you plenty to laugh about.” He reaches up then and places the free hand on Molly’s waist. 

Molly, who is giddy and nervous and sparkling with energy, wiggles a bit in response. He squeezes at Molly’s waist and brings the other hand up to squeeze his hips and tug him closer, then Caleb clambers his way all the way up on the bed, a leg swinging over Molly’s thighs to keep him in place.

Molly makes a face up at Caleb, looks up and down at the position he’s now in straddling Molly’s thighs, and winks. He tries to ignore how his stomach is swirling and fluttering with Caleb over top of him like this. He tries, “Oh? Bold of you, Widogast. I’m flattered, but-”

Molly is cut off when a finger presses to his lips. He makes an indignant sound against it. Molly could probably push him off, scurry away, put a stop to this without much effort at all, but… well… he is curious about this side of the wizard. 

He wasn’t ever really opposed to being on the receiving end of tickling, but the thought of Caleb focusing on the newly discovered, horrible hotspot that was his tail sent shivers down his spine. Then, his attention shifts to the tingling, tickly sensation at his middle as Caleb pinches the sides of his hips, then he starts tracing fingers in a slow path toward his lower back.

“Mmm- aha- wait, wait- no no, not there-” Molly squeals. 

“Hm. Not where? Not there? I suppose you can give me a good reason?...”

Molly makes a frustrated noise through his laughter. “I- heh, aha that’s just- mehean! No no don’t- Caleb!” He gasps when Caleb’s fingers squirm under his back all the way. “You- you can dish out whatever else you want- eeEE HEHE- I’ll- I’ll be good-” Molly’s rolling side to side on his back, trying his best to protect the most sensitive areas as precise fingers work their way under him and toward his back and tail. “Aha haha and, and I’ll- I’ll give you a break for a few days-” Molly grasps weakly at Caleb’s elbows looking up with pleading eyes, “a- a week? I-” 

Without a word, Caleb scribbles at the base of his tail and Molly pitches forward suddenly with an extra hard laugh turned yell, smacking into Caleb’s chest before curling up into him, fists tightening around the material of his shirt.

“Eheheh- y-you’re going to kill mehehehe.” He whines into Caleb’s shirt. 

“Hmm. No.” Caleb flattens a palm fully on Molly’s back, speaking low and sternly. “And you’re certainly not making any convincing points to deter me, Mollymauk.” He strokes one finger on his other hand gently down the first stretch of tail near his back, now exposed to the air. 

Molly shivers and buries his giggling face into Caleb’s chest, muffling his laughter into it. 

“And when you do things like this…” Caleb grins and pulls him back until he can force some eye contact. 

Molly blinks up at him with a giddy, nervous smile. 

Caleb lets his grin tilt up a bit into a satisfied smirk, then scribbles a few times at the first few inches of Molly’s tail. Molly cackles, keening forward again and nearly tumbling somehow both closer into Caleb and nearly out of his grasp at the same time. “I can see how you get carried away so easily, and so often.”

Caleb takes the tail in a firmer grasp, not tickling for a moment, but Molly knows he’s far from finished. He smoothes a thumb over the lavender skin and feels Molly’s form quiver and shift [shiver and quiff] at each light touch. Another approach then, if bargaining doesn’t seem to be working. “Ehehe- that’s- ha that’s true- hehe yohohohou’re downright ahahaadorable whehehehen yo-you’re out of your- ahaha your gourd with giggles!” Molly teases, cheeky through his growing laughter. 

“Mm.” Caleb charms back. “Something we have in common, perhaps.” 

Electric tingles shoot up Molly’s spine as the wizard’s fingers start tickling along his spine with one hand, and down his tail with the other. They hook directly into his nervous system, and he can’t see Caleb’s face anymore, pressed to his shoulder and chest as he is, but he can hear - feel really - the light rumble of laughter. Molly imagines, briefly, the smug little smile that might still be on Caleb’s face. He kind of wants to look but… Well, he’s a little preoccupied. 

When Caleb lightens his touch on a pass of the tail, he feels Molly tremble and go a little weaker in his arms. His laughter isn’t as frantic, either. Caleb hums curiously. “I don’t think you would mind too much at all if I stayed right here, hm?”

He was right, of course. Mollymauk liquifies further into his arms as Caleb traces delicate, ticklish, blossoming zings of sensation along the stretch of lavender tail. 

The tickling stops briefly, and Caleb gathers the melting, giggling tiefling further into his lap. With one hand he draws him in close and loops his arm around Molly’s back. “Now, now. I’m getting distracted. Where was that spot again?” His fingers scritch lightly against the fabric of Molly’s cropped shirt, teasing at his ribs underneath. “Hm? Not here either.” 

Mollymauk whines through his giggles and tries to bury his face in Caleb’s chest for the— he’s actually not sure how many times he’s done that in the past 5 minutes.

Caleb tickles down the sides of Molly’s ribs, light and teasing, before pinching at his hips and squeezing his thighs a few times. Molly snickers and gasps and curls ever closer. 

“I appreciate the cooperative spirit.” Caleb chimes, voice still light. “Though I am not sure how you will fare when I do find that spot again, where was it, here?” Caleb worms one finger under Molly’s arm and tickles there. Molly snorts into his shirt and continues giggling. 

They play this game a little while longer, Molly giddy and twitchy and worked up from the ever shifting tickles, and the promise of worse to come.

“Oh, wait, I remember now where it was my friend…” He takes the length of Molly’s tail in one hand, peeling it away from the minor safety of where it’s pressed against his back. In response it begins to curl and twist like a snake in death throes. 

Mollymauk squeaks out a helpless little whine as Caleb runs his fingers down the length of his tail again. It tickles. It makes him shiver. It feels really, really fucking good. It makes his breath hitch. It makes his bones melt. It makes his brain blank out for a moment. Instead of figuring out a proper response to the sensation, Molly decides the best course of action is to melt again, and just crumples further into Caleb, laughing against his chest. 

“The end is the really bad spot, hmm? Is it worse the closer I move down your tail?” Caleb smiles at him, teasing but genuinely curious. Molly, though, doesn’t notice as he’s got his face buried and his eyes slammed shut. But, he can hear the damn grin on the wizard’s face. And yeah, he probably- okay- definitely deserves every bit of this. But still-

Caleb’s fingers do just as he said and begin to scamper further along the length of the tail, trailing down in scratches and pinches and wiggles. Molly makes a high, desperate noise in between laughs and flicks his tail as much as he can.

“Hmm. Hold still.” Caleb tsks at him. 

“I- hehehe- I can’t- Aha heh-”

Caleb sighs, lamenting. “Ah, I know I’m not known for my strength but…” He trails off, peeling the wobbly ball of Molly away from his chest. “I think it would be more efficient…” Caleb’s eyes lock onto Molly’s, bright and teasing. “If I could really use both hands, focus a bit better..”

Molly shakes his head, cackling out desperate laughs as Caleb rearranges and then pushes him forward onto the bed, face down. He hears a few arcane words being spoken behind him when he tries to start clawing his way forward a bit. But, it’s already far too late- Caleb’s spell takes hold with ease, a little bondage - well, trap spell - and also useful for getting revenge on a group of people hellbent on making you giggle for your life on the regular spell. Molly feels the familiar coil of warm magic around his wrists and ankles, and another along the end of his tail. He feels it pull his arms and legs outstretched on the bed, tail down between his legs near his ankles. He buries his face in the sheets. “Noooooo-” He giggles into the mattress, helpless. “That’s chehe- cheating.”

Caleb lets out a little laugh. “You are one to talk.” 

He brings his hands down onto the small of Molly’s back, splaying his fingers wide. He feels the shiver and the little hic in Molly’s chest beneath his palms as his hands stretch out. He takes his time, drawing patterns and runes and glyphs and nonsensical shapes all around Molly’s lower back. 

“No- heh nonono ahh hahaa heh ahaha wahahait-” Molly makes all sorts of wild sounds into the mattress, cackling and giggling and squeaking with laughter. The light touches are practically unbearable. He feels like crawling out of his skin. It’s terrible. It’s wonderful. He can’t stand it- well, he can, and he will- there’s not much else he can do right now but take it. But, well, he’s still going to whine and complain (even if he’s having fun). “Gods- Caleb!” Molly shouts against the bed through his laughter. “Ahahaha- s-somewhere else! Something else! Plehehehehease!” 

Caleb hums in acknowledgement. “I will consider it. What do I get in return?”

“I hehe- I won’t kill you ahahahaafter this.” Molly growls cheekily, defiant. 

Caleb laughs. “I see, by something else you meant something worse.” There’s a light pressure as Caleb’s skimming, sliding fingertips glide to a stop. 

“NO-”

His hands press down fully against his back again, and when the next things out of Caleb’s mouth are not in Common, but something more arcane, Molly stiffens. 

“Nonononono ha- ahaha not that! BAHAHA NOHOHOT THAT!” He cries when swirls of light, tingling, warm energy flutter from beneath Caleb’s palms and fingertips to brush along the nerves, dancing beneath his skin. Molly’s arms and legs struggle uselessly in their hold, hands and feet slapping against the bed. 

Caleb picks up one hand to just a fingertip, then drags it, and the swirly, tickly magic, in a path down over Molly’s ass to where it curves into his upper thigh. “Hee HAHAHahaha- NO hehe I- I can’t-” Tingles dance and tickle along his back and the back of his leg, and Molly screams into the mattress between laughs. 

“You know, I wonder how this might feel.” 

Caleb draws back the finger that’s now made its way down to the back of his knee, ticklish tingles emanating in each direction from it. Then, Molly feels it again, right near the base of the spade of his tail. The other hand is still tracing ticklishly along his lower back, and ripples of energy pulse out from there as well. He wails into the bed, feeling a slight dampness near his eyes. He can’t even move his tail properly, let alone the rest of himself. Caleb’s hands are just tracing delicately, not even tickling all that much on their own. It’s- it’s just the fucking tingling, unbearably squirmy feeling of his fucking (wonderful) magic, buzzing just under his skin. He tries screaming some more into the bed to see if it helps relieve any of the ticklish energy building up in his nerves. It doesn’t. Fuck this spell in particular. Fucking cheating wizards. 

“Any thoughts? Notes?” Caleb smirks as he draws his hands away from the skin, letting the tingling, magical tickle fade away. 

Molly makes a disgruntled, keening cry into the mattress. His chest heaves as he tries to stop laughing and catch his breath. 

“Nothing? Shall I keep going?” 

“No wait- wait, I-I just need- ehehe a second-” Molly giggles into the bed, pleading. “Just a- a-”

“How about I give you ten? Hmm? Ten.”

Molly’s eyes shoot open as his squirming starts up with a renewed vigor. “No- please!”

“Nine.” 

“Nohohoho-”

“Eight.”

Molly wails and wriggles his tail where it’s bound magically behind him. 

“Seven.” 

This stupid fucking kinky wizard bondage spell lasts for an hour. He’s not as keen of mind, but Molly’s fairly certain it’s not been more than 10 minutes since Caleb started his (well deserved) revenge fuckery…

“Six.”

“I-I hate you so much.” 

“Five. No you don’t.” 

Mollymauk grumbles something into the sheets. 

“Four.” 

“Yes I do.” Molly shoots back, always the right amount of bratty to make things just a little worse for himself. 

“Three. Why are you lying to me, do you think that’s wise?”

“I’m not!”

“Two. Hmm, well, I happen to know you don’t hate me. Just like I know you don’t hate this one bit.” 

“Oh fuck you!” Molly squeals.

“One.” 

Caleb scritches over the spade of Molly’s tail and the arch of Molly’s foot. The tingling magical sensation from before still emanating from each place pale skin touched lavender skin. 

A beat of silence goes by, Molly’s body tending every muscle, before he’s screaming in laughter into the bed. 

“You’d better quiet down, or you might attract some help - not for you, natürlich.”

Molly’s laugh is loud, desperate, starting to go hoarse. He sounds like he’s trying to say something between his unending bouts of laughter - argue, beg, curse - but he isn’t doing a very good job of it.

Molly’s laughter turns to near silent wheezes as his eyes spill over with tears onto the bedspread. One of the last thoughts he registers consciously in his brain is how he simply must wind the wizard up like this again some time. 

Caleb eases up, drawing back his evil, evil hands once again. He traces one finger ticklishly down along Molly’s spine before fully pulling away, taking the tingly magic fully away.

Molly sucks in a breath, coughs a bit into the bed. Caleb goes to rub his back with one hand, and he flinches for a moment before realizing the wizard’s tickle magic has gone and melting into the bed. 

He manages a few deep breaths before he hears a familiar giggling voice in his head. 

“Oh my gosh, Molly was that you? You just screamed so loud I bet everybody in the tower could hear you! You sound like Caleb!” 

“Shit.” He says out loud, deflating with a laugh.

Caleb knits his eyebrows, taking in Molly, before he’s interrupted by the sweet sound of Jester’s laugh down the hall. 

“Shit. Shitshitshitshit.” Molly starts squirming again with a renewed vigor. “Oh shit. No- no! Fuck.”

Caleb laughs at his expense, whispering to Molly with a grin. “Ohh. Ja, I’m very familiar with that feeling.” He scratches a little at the backs of Molly’s ribs, earning a snort into the bed.

A few seconds later, Jester bounds into the room with a look of mischievous glee. “Sooooooooooooo. What are you guys up to?” She prances over to the bed. Jester grins at Caleb and crawls her way onto the bed on Molly’s other side. She’s laying on her stomach, chin in her hands, kicking her feet as though they’re school age and playing a juicy game of truth or dare. 

Caleb gives her a smug smile back.

Molly turns his head to hit her with his best pleading eyes. He sucks in a few nervous breaths. “T-Tiefling solidarity?” Molly tries with a tear-blurred blink up at Jester. 

“‘Tiefling solidarity’ that’s why I’m going to help.” Her grin widens and takes on a little evil glint. She reaches out to pinch a line down Molly’s side, armpit to hip.

Molly starts hiccuping out little laughs right away. She moves up and down his side slow and methodical, tending to the skin with a sensitive but precise hand. Caleb’s tracing lightly over his back and shoulder blades. And Molly is starting to forget everything except for how much this is starting to really tickle- and they hadn’t really even started yet.. “Nohohoho- no ehehevil- not- not fair- ehehe t-two on one- ha eeehehe.” 

Caleb snorts in what sounds like disbelief. He leans down to catch Molly’s eye. “Are you being serious?” - He is reminded of the many times Molly (but sometimes Jester, or Beau.. or Veth) had gotten practically everyone else involved in trying to absolutely wreck Caleb. - “I should call every other person in this tower over here right now just because you said that.”

“Oh!” Jester chirps. “I can call them!”

Molly whimpers between giggles. “No- no no hehehe please- no I- h  heh eeeeee he hehe I’m sorry-”

“Sorry for what?” Caleb asks, clearly amused, gliding his fingers up to press gently under Molly’s arms, barely twitching. 

“For… hee ehehe-” A little spark of mischief flares up in his chest. “For how bahahad I’m g-going to hahahave to get you both bahaAHAHACK FOR THIHIHIS- SHIHIHIT AHAHAHA NO!” Molly starts cackling wildly again as Caleb starts tickling at the first sign of snark. 

“Hmm. Seems he will need quite a bit more- he’s never this.. mouthy by the time Yasha’s done with him.” Caleb relays to Jester. 

She’s snickering proudly and trying to catch peeks of Molly’s giggling face. His arms strain against the magical restraints - they’re comfortable along his wrists and ankles. His legs and tail wiggle as much as possible (not much). 

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to him, this seems to catch Jester’s eye. He gasps when he feels Jester sit over his knees, facing his feet and- and the tip of his tail. Oh Mother of fuck.

Caleb starts drawing arcane shapes and symbols (or perhaps it is truly incomprehensible nonsense— Molly’s not in a place to pay attention to the details) all along Molly’s back. His shoulder blades, his neck, his spine, around the sides of his ribs and torso, and maddeningly low on his back. Nowhere is spared. Caleb also, of course, keenly picks up on each spot that produces an interesting reaction (there are many). 

Caleb’s hands are making a pass back up from his lower back when Molly feels Jester’s fingers curl against his toes. He snorts through his already desperate, wild laughter. “OH NOHOHOHO- AHAHA!” 

“Hey Mol-ly, do you know which one of your toes is the most ticklish?”

“Nohohoho!” He cries.

“Well.. I think we should find out.”

Molly whimpers again between cackles, trying to squirm side to side for any relief from the electric sensation. His toes scrunch, but Jester’s quick, and she’s already in there. It doesn’t help much. 

She doesn’t start her little experiment right away, instead opting to scratch her nails lightly underneath his toes as much as she can. Caleb’s still hard at work taking him apart inch by inch on his back. Molly feels like he’s about to start seeing stars or hearing colors. 

Jester makes a frustrated sound before the tickling lets up a moment on his feet. Then, Caleb’s own electric touch seems to fade, distracted by not quite gone. Molly gladly takes the moment to breathe. He hears them murmuring something. 

“—so you need to make some little adjustments to your spell okay! For next time!” Jester is happily whispering, her tone almost scolding. “How am I supposed to work with this?” 

Caleb lets out half a laugh. “Okay, let me see if I can help.”

Then, Molly’s wheezing as he feels the weight of Caleb lift off of his back. “Wait- hehe wait- what are you doing?” He manages. 

“I think you’ve earned yourself one of Jester’s lovely pedicures.” 

Molly whines into the sheets, balling his fists and trying again to curl his toes. No such luck. He feels Caleb’s hands move under his ankles to down to where his toes are pressed frantically into the bed. Precise, practiced fingers pull back on his toes. Molly fights it a bit, with a strangled little growl of frustration. 

Then, the tingling, tickly magic from before is radiating from the tops of Molly’s toes, every spot Caleb is touching him. “NOO- hehe HAHAHA NOT FAIR!” 

Jester makes a delighted little sound and starts tickling just under the stem of his big toe, resuming her little game. “Which one tickles more? This one or this one?” She asks more than once alongside other probing questions. All the while, Molly wails and cackles into the bed. He tries to answer, sometimes. When he doesn’t, it just earns him more sparks of ticklish magic flooding his system through his feet. 

A short while later, Jester is confident she has found the best possible location and technique to get Molly screaming into the bed. She wears a proud grin as she starts tickling along the rest of his soles. 

Molly’s on autopilot, laughing and giggling and squirming where he’s held. 

Until, that is, he feels Widogast release his toes. Then a single finger brushes over the skin of his tail, just at the end. Molly yelps. His begging starts up anew. When Caleb’s little tickling magic sparks through the nerve endings there a moment later. Molly shrieks, screaming wildly into the bed until he loses his voice. 

They don’t keep it up for too long — Molly’s crying and babbling and hoarse with laughter, and they don’t want to actually kill him. 

Caleb runs a hand down the length of Molly’s tail, gently tickling. Jester shifts her weight off of Molly’s legs and allows Caleb to run the hand up his spine, then up to his neck, around to cup his chin. Molly purrs into it unabashedly. “Mmmrrrrr- you’re meheehehean-” Molly pouts delightly. “Next time I’m- I’m gonna find out… which of your ribs is the most ticklish…” He mumbles out as he pants for breath. The flickering, magical, grounding restraints on his extremities suddenly fade — not that it changes much. Molly just melts into the bed. 

A hum. “Yes, yes, you’re very intimidating right now.” Caleb smirks down at him. He arranges himself toward the top of the bed and guides Molly’s head in his lap and begins to run fingers through his hair, trace along and massage his horns. 

“I’ll remember tha- Mmmpf-hmmm.” Molly mumbles bonelessly as Jester crawls up to cuddle into his side. 

Caleb pets and attends to him like a lovely, silly cat. Molly rubs into the contact unabashedly, shifting himself so he’s laying more on his back and side. 

Once Molly’s breathing seems to have returned to normal, Caleb speaks up again. “That wasn’t too bad, hmm?” He asks, calm, but a hint of nervous energy in his voice. 

Checking in. Of course he didn’t want to push Molly too far (a hard task to accomplish anyway). Molly’s heart swells at the thought. But before he can think to answer—

“No way! He totally had so much fun- right Molly?” Jester exclaims, interrupting before Molly can think about how to answer. “Look how melty he is.” She squeezes around him in a tight, cuddling hug. “And I mean, come on, he tried to hide in my room.” She snorts. “I think he got exactly what he wanted.”

Molly’s cheeks warm at her answer. “Y- hehe yeah- yeah, rub it in some more, why don’t you- heh- rrrrrr mmmmph-” Molly starts to answer but it morphs into a purr as Caleb rubs at the base of his skull. He has to do this again some time, Molly thinks. He could scheme and ponder when he woke up, though. 

Mollymauk drifts off slowly, glowing, gooey and tethered to the material plane by all the points of contact with his beloved companions.

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[vibratingskull]

Love match

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23

Tags : brawl, much needed discussion 

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You made up your mind and decided to talk one last time to Thrawn. But what if he decided otherwise?

You yawn.

You slept like a rock, without any dream. You stretch deliciously under this heavy cover and on this soft mattress. Maker, you could stay here forever. You open your eyes slowly, looking at the ceiling.

Today is the day.

You’ll come to Thrawn and get things straight. Then you could go and happily marry Arzel. 

This is the good thing to do.

You sigh before rising in a seated position. You look up your comlink. No call from Konstantine, nor any notifications urging you to come back on the Relentless. You're officially still on vacation. You scroll through your contacts and select Vez.

“It’s been a while. Let’s catch up with a drink. It’s on me!”

You get out of bed with regrets and pass a fuzzy dressing gown over your babydoll. You walk to the dressed table on the patio yawning and shuffling your feet. You need caff. When you arrive you find nobody.

Odd.

You search the house, calling for Thrawn and Arzel, worries starting to rise. When you get closer to the gym you hear groans and muffled sounds like hits were exchanged. You pass your head through the door and discover them right in the middle of a boxing match. Surely the rematch from that time at the bathhouse. 

You come closer with crossed arms, observing them in effort, their flexed muscles and powerful blows. Azrel is a real battery of energy, jumping from one foot to the other, taunting Thrawn with feints, and delivering quick hits. Thrawn is more on his guard, keeping his energy with more grounded supports and powerful punches. 

They stop as you approach the ring.

“Hello, my pearl!” exclaims Arzel

“Good day, Lieutenant Commander (Y/l/n)” a more reserved greeting from Thrawn.

You sadly smile at this greeting, but you're not especially surprised. You didn’t go see him last night to check on him, instead you took an icy cold bath in the lake. You look at them exchanging some punches, Thrawn broadly has the upper hand but Arzel puts up a good fight, he even manages to slide behind Thrawn and sink his elbow in the right trapezius of Thraw, earning a painful groan. Thrawn loses his balance for a second but manages to spin and throw a punch in the ribs of Arzel. 

You wince at every hit, this fight is nasty. But Azrel seems in surprisingly good spirits, speaking to you at the same time.

“By the way, my pearl. I have found the perfect day!”

“The perfect day for what?” You ask yawning.

“For the wedding!”

At that second, Thrawn freezes imperceptibly and throws a devastating punch in the jaw of Azrel that flies into the cords. You scream of surprise and horror.

“Arzel! Arzel!” You scream.

Blood starts flooding off his mouth. He’s unresponsive. You start shaking him in a panic. Thrawn remains behind, panting. 

Azrel’s suddenly shaken by jolts, and jump like a devil out of his box. You hold him back, preventing him from moving too much. He coughs and spits blood.

“Ow… I thought it was a friendly match?” He ask with a painful chuckle

“And I thought you would evade.” Thrawn placidly says.

You look at them both, worried. How could this get out of control like that. You help Arzel rise up with difficulty, his hand covers his mouth that pours blood, the ring is soiled. Thrawn held the cords open for you both to pass and follow out of the ring in a heavy silence. A droid alerted by the noise comes to see his master. You go to follow them at the infirmary, but Azrel holds you back.

“No, it’s okay, my pearl. I can go with my droids.”

“But…” He shushes you with a finger on your mouth

“Rules of politeness demand we don’t let a guest alone. I will be alright, tend to our guest.” He leaves, a bit trembling.

You spin towards Thrawn, shaking with anger. He looks at you a bit contrite, trying to massage his painful shoulder.

“I am sorry.” He finally says.

“Are you?” You ask.

He remains silent, sitting down to get back his breath. You sigh and place yourself behind him.

“Let me do it.”

He takes off his black tank shirt and indicates to you where it hurts. You start massaging him, applying pressure on certain points of his shoulder, trying to ease the pain. He let out a sigh of relief, you can actually feel a knot in his muscle. 

You realize this is probably a good moment to talk.

“Thrawn… About what happened…”

He takes and holds your hand over his shoulder.

“I know. I shocked you.” No need to precise what you're talking about, you both know really well. “And I am sorry. I should have been more tactful in my proposition.”

You can’t help but laugh, embarrassed

“Oh, well, you know, I rarely get offered one night stand with such decorum, so all in all it was a good try.” 

“A one night stand?” something in his tone makes you stop your movements.

He slowly rises and turns toward you. His gaze is incredulous and hard. What did you say? He approaches, you step back.

“(Y/n), do not tell me you thought I proposed for just one night?”

“Yes? I think?” You feel your cheeks burning.

He towers you with all his height, looming over you with his eyes burning with the backlight. He takes another step and you find yourself against the wall. What’s happening? He stares at you with an indecipherable expression.

“You…” He starts.

His eyes widen like he has a sudden realization. He holds the bridge of his nose and sighs, leaning against the wall with one arm.

“Maker, how could I let this derail this much?” He mutters to himself.

He looks at you straight in the eyes.

“(Y/n), I was not proposing only a passionate night.”

“What?” Your voice is a bit strangled.

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.

“(Y/n), I was declaring you my love.”

Your mouth opens agape. You have no words. Is he…

He takes your hand to his cheek and brushes it with a pleased sigh.

“(Y/n), was it not obvious?”

“But… No!” You explode “Nothing about you is obvious! You talk about love but are you really sure of that?! You can’t just pop back into my life and deliver such a bomb, like that! You…” You have so much emotions bubbling up that you lose your word and just push him back and evade. “I’m engaged for maker’s sake!”

He doesn’t budge. 

He presses his second arm on the wall brutally, trapping you between his hands.

“Then permit me to be brutally honest.”

He leans forward a bit to be at eye level with you.

“I can not let you say I do not know what I am talking about while this sentiment is eating me alive, making me make the most unreasonable decisions of my entire life.” He detaches the last words.

You squirm under his gaze but you don’t lower yours. You close your hands in fists.

“This is my fault. I thought I was obvious with you. You seemed receptive to my intentions so I thought my sentiments were shared.”

Of course you noticed his intention and you indulged in it! But you thought it was human behavior rubbing off on him and your friendship becoming more relaxed, you indulged in it with delusions imagining it was love in your fantasies, not thinking for a second he was serious.  

“I love you, (Y/n).” He says without batting an eye.

Your heart flutters, your cheeks are setting ablaze 

“I can’t, I’m engaged…” You try again, trying to get out of this mess.

"Then tell me" He answers softly "In the eyes, tell me that I do not have a single chance and I will let you be. You will never hear about me again, but you must tell me, (y/n)" 

You're at loss of word 

"I…" 

He brings your hand to his chest and holds it. 

"This heart beats for you, and I can not believe yours does not" 

You feel your legs go weak, and your hands trembling. How can he say things like that? He slowly unknot your dressing gown, leaving you time to stop him. But you're too lost in your confusion to do anything. He sighs with pleasure at the sight of your babydoll, and holds your waist, caressing your flank with his thumb. Your skin is set ablaze where he touches you. 

"You're too late…" You finally articulate. "Arzel already proposed to me."

"But did you agree?" He demands, inquisitive. 

You remain silent. 

"Did you agree?" He insists, hissing.

"I asked for time…" You concede in a breath. 

"I see." He smiles, "So I still have time to tilt the scale."

Your mind is racing. This is not how it was supposed to end. You were supposed to ask about that night, getting confirmation it was just a one night thing without tomorrow, having a good laugh about it and going back into Arzel's arms without regrets. 

But now… 

Now you're effectively crossed between two fires. 

He gently presses himself against you, smelling your hair with a satisfied sigh, his hand snake into your back, pulling you into his embrace. You try pushing back, but you have no conviction in your arms. You’re being squeezed into his arm, his musk filling your nose.

“Let me convince you.” His hand brushes your thigh, delicately grazing its way up to the hem of your babydoll.. 

You gasp.

He tenderly kisses your temple, the tip of his fingers following your jaw line to tilt your chin. He parts your lips with his thumb, you feel his breath on them.

“The ring, you kept it?” he strokes your lip.

“Yes…” You admit, gulping.

“I knew it.” He grins.

He slowly lean towards you

“Let me help you make a choice.” he murmurs. 

Your lips are millimeters away. Your stomach is in knots. You’re panting…

“No!”

You push him back with both hands. He looks at you surprised and mute.

“No… If you want to convince me… “ You’re out of breath. “I don’t want to betray Arzel…”

You look at him. 

And open your eyes wide.

He is smiling.

He looks at you like he already won.

“Is it a challenge?” He grins. “Because I feel especially in a competitive mood.”

“It's…” You feel like you wake up something dangerous.

“So be it.” He decides. “I will not force you to betray your fiance, I will make you choose me. You will put an end to this relationship yourself.” His hands brush your neck and come hold your cheek. He pulls you closer forcing you on your toes and looks you in the eyes. “Mark my words. Our friendship ends today. Whatever happens next, it will never define what is between us.”

“Then… What is it?” You ask a bit scared.

“This…” He kisses your forehead. “This depends on you.”

“You’re a cruel man...” you murmur.

“I know.” He chuckles.

And he releases you. 

He left you panting, leaning against the wall for support. Your trembling legs can’t support you anymore and you have to sit down. You close back your dressing gown, feeling nude and exposed. You hold your head, a hand on your palpitating heart. 

What now?

All your plans are on shambles.

You gulp, taking back your breath. You rise on your two feet, as good as one can and walk, shaky, to the dressed table. Thrawn is already seated, drinking a cup of caff, like nothing happened. Thank for your sanity he put back his shirt.

You put your weight on the chairs back to get to your seat, shaking.

“What might happened to you, for you to behave like this?” He asks with delectation in his voice.  

He’s proud of himself, the son of a Bantha!

You remain in a dignified silence and serve yourself breakfast with trembling hands. He’s drinking his cup innocently, scrolling through his datapad, like he didn’t set fire to your soul. You eat little bite by little bite but serve yourself a large glass of juice. You’re so thirsty and still panting. 

As you munch on your bread, your gaze keeps getting back at his stern and haughty expression. It’s not fair that he gets to break you like that. Do you have a way to even the plain field ? A malign thought makes his way to your head. 

You sigh deeply, in an intended titillating way and open back your dressing gown, displaying your babydoll to his eyes. That sure catches his attention. He looks you up and down like he’s wondering what you’re on about. 

“It’s so hot today…”

You fan yourself with one hand and play with the braces of your undergarment, letting them slide along your shoulder. 

He stopped drinking mid-movement, clearly entranced. You see his chest rising as he deeply breathes, eyes glued to your sliding braces. His fingers fiddle with the handle of his cup, it’s the only sign of an internal turmoil, his face as unbothered as ever, if only for his rising eyebrow.

Arzel arrives with an ice pack pressed on his jaw, and a grumpy look. You immediately rise to see how he is, simpering with puppy eyes, you delicately hold his jaw and pepper kisses on it.

“Oh no, are you alright?”

Thrawn glances at you both, imprisoned in his mutism. 

“I’ve been better…” He maugreates

“I’m so sorry…” You kiss him on the lips “...My love.”

A clanc resonates in the air. Thrawn put down his cup too hard. You both turn towards him, wondering what is up about him, even if you don’t have to wonder. Despite that if he’s frustrated or angry he hides it perfectly. His eyes are back on his datapad, he appears stiffer than usual, but you can’t say for sure.

“Not only that, I got an impromptu meeting that just added itself to my agenda.” Arzel sighs. “Looks like it’s me who will be forced to shorten my vacation.”

You look at him perplexed, a bit disappointed and a bit relieved.

"So it is the end?" 

"It makes me feel bad, it's me who proposed those vacations. I can't throw you out like that." He passes his hand in his hair. "Does it bother you to stay alone together for some time ?" 

You go for saying something but Thrawn is quicker. 

"Absolutely not, Governor Satlov.” He rises from his seat. “It came to our attention that we had a lot of things to talk about.” He places himself next to you and wraps his arm around your exposed shoulders. “Go with an appeased mind, I will take great care of your fiance.” He says with a polite smile but the tip of his fingers caress your naked skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You feel goosebumps on your skin, and your breath gets shaky. Arzel looks at both of you.

“Well…It’s not like I have any choices anyway. I will entrust you with the mansion. I hope you won’t get too bored in my absence…” He explains with a sorry face.

“I had some physical exercises in mind, but (y/n) strictly forbid them.” Thrawn throws without missing a bit.

You tense up at the innuendo, what got to him to say things like that?

“If you intended to punch her like you did with me, I get why.” Azrel grimaces, massaging his painful jaw with the ice pack.

“Oh, I am not worried. I am sure (y/n) would make for a… competent and hardy adversary.”

ENOUGH, you’re gonna die of embarrassment and raw lust if this conversation continues. Quick, a diversion.

“What just came up?” You ask with a smile you hope is agreeable and not tense.

Arzel sighs again.

“It is about the feast. The organization is proceeding as planned but there are some inconveniences that slow down the all process. We have an agitator and we need to take care of it too.” He pouts. “I am truly sorry to abandon you like that…”

Thrawn presses you against him more.

“I am sure we will find plenty of ways of… amusing ourselves.”

You glance at him. Look at this smug bastard, with his satisfied grin plastered on his face… 

Arzel shrugs and looks you up and down, frowning. He jumps on you and closes back your dressing gown.

“Roween, what indecence! The Grand Admiral surely doesn’t want to see that!”

I’m sure he does, you think but don’t say anything. Thrawn releases you and moves away, letting you some space with your fiance. You feel your stomach tied in knots, and the needle of culpability pierce through you. Arzel finishes arranging your gown, caressing your arms.

“I’m sorry.” he repeats.

“It’s okay.” You gently smile. “You’ll come back soon?”

“As soon as I can.”

He hugs you tightly, and as you give him back his embrace you feel the burn of a gaze on you. Under  the arches, heading towards the interior ot the mansion, Thrawn is devouring you with his eyes with an indecipherable expression. 

Your eyes meets.

You think you see hunger and something else.

Something…

… visceral

But above else you see loneliness and longing.

He disappears behind the wall, without uttering a word.

You gulp.

In what mess did you entangle yourself into?

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[gcthvile]

Spider-boy, King of Thieves.

summary: the lines blur as rei stark, the king of thieves, and his archenemy, peter parker or spider-man, join forces against a new threat. their alliance sparks forbidden desires challenging longtime roles. as loyalties shift amid the shadows of a power struggle, will a deception unravel or ignite something far more dangerous in the city that never sleeps?

couple: rei stark (oc) x peter parker

warnings: slightly suggestive content towards the end

fandom: marvel

the streets of new york echoed with the sounds of conflict once more. web and repulsor blasts lit up the night as the familiar figures of spideran and the king danced their waltz of evasion and attack.

"giving up yet, your highness?" taunted spider-man as he flipped out of the way of a repulsor beam.

rei chuckled darkly as his armor hovered nearby. "not a chance, bug. i've only just begun!"

they launched back into the fray, exchanging blows both physical and verbal. over time, their fights had fallen into a practiced ritual - testing skills and wits without intent to seriously harm. the adrenaline rush and challenge was what kept drawing them together, time and again.

tonight, it seemed their dance was drawing to a close once peter disarmed rei with a well-placed web shot. "nice try, stark. i'd say your little heist attempt is a failure."

rei scowled up at him from the ground, but it lacked venom. a glint of amusement shone in his eyes. "you win this round, bug. though I'll be back to try again, so don't get too comfortable."

peter smirked behind his mask. "i look forward to it, your majesty." he shot a web and swung off into the night.

their little games were becoming dangerously entertaining. but neither could have predicted the high stakes clash just over the horizon that would force them to work as a team. and uncover hidden dynamics neither expected...

rumblings of unrest had been stirring in the underbelly of the city for weeks. a new power was rising, one far more ruthless and reckless than even the king. at first, it was little things - businesses "sold" under duress, territories quietly seized.

but then the corpses started appearing, bearing signs of savage brutality. anyone who dared resist this mysterious new force met grisly ends. word on the streets hinted at a shadow organization flooding the streets with highly dangerous weapons.

for rei, it represented the first real threat to his authority since taking the throne. spies reported this new gang, led by a man only known as vulture, aimed to topple all established powers to rule unchallenged through fear.

peter, meanwhile, began encountering vulture's weapons during nightly patrols. powerful, unregulated explosives and firearms unlike anything he'd seen before. bodies left in his wake told of a viciousness that made even seasoned criminals blanch.

both started piecing the clues together. they realized this was bigger than a simple turf war, and neither could hope to defeat such a relentless enemy acting alone. for the sake of the city, a temporary alliance may be the only way to ensure its survival...and theirs.

but first, they'd need to overcome their pride and distrust. a meeting would need to be arranged, despite the personal animosity between them. the fate of new york demanded it - if they didn't unite to stop vulture, he would destroy them all.

"to what do i owe the displeasure, spider-man?" rei drawled as peter swung into the deserted warehouse.

peter pushed back his growing annoyance. this was important. "we need to talk, stark. there's a new threat-"

"so I've heard," interrupted rei lazily from where he lounged. "this vulture seems to be moving in on my operations. quite rude of him, really."

"this is serious," insisted peter. "he's already killed dozens. we can't keep butting heads with each other if he means to destroy everything."

rei inspected his nails disinterestedly. "and why should I care what happens to you and this city? as long as my empire remains intact, what do I owe these people?"

peter balled his fists, struggling to remain calm. "we both know you don't really mean that. deep down you do have a code, as twisted as it is." he took a slow breath. "we need to team up, like it or not. It's our only chance."

rei arched a sculpted brow, finally deigning to look at him fully. "work with the itsy bitsy spider? I think not. give me one good reason I shouldn't leave you for the vultures, hmm?"

"because together we stand a chance," said peter, meeting that flinty gaze steadily. "but divided, we both fall. your call, stark. what's it going to be - ally or enemy?"

rei tapped his chin thoughtfully, making a show of considering peter's proposal.

"you make a fair point, as loathe as I am to admit it," he conceded at last. "very well, it seems we have no other choice. an alliance - for now."

"wonderful," said peter dryly. "now what's our next move against vulture?"

"patience, bug. strategizing takes time, not that a simpleton like you would understand." rei smirked, earning a glare. "vulture has been frustratingly elusive so far. we'll need to draw him out."

"any ideas how?" challenged peter.

a wicked gleam entered rei's eyes. "as a matter of fact, I believe I have the perfect bait...you."

peter blinked in surprise. "me? why would he be interested in-"

"you're the lone thorn in his side so far, spider. taking you out of the picture would clear a major obstacle." rei circled lazily, scanning leter up and down in a way that made him feel distinctly prey-like.

"and how do you propose using me as bait, exactly?" asked peter suspiciously.

rei's smile was all sharp teeth. "leave the details to me, bugaboo. all you need to do is play your part when the time comes. unless you'd rather I find...alternative motivation?"

peter repressed a shiver. working with rei stark was sure to be a dangerous game indeed.

the time for planning had passed. rei's elaborate scheme was primed, and now it was time for peter to play his part as bait.

"you're sure this will work?" asked peter, not for the first time. a lingering shred of self-preservation made him hesitant.

rei rolled his eyes as he fitted a tracer to peter's suit. "for the last time, yes. now stop fidgeting." his touch lingered on peter's hip, smirking at the sharp inhale it drew.

peter scowled, slapping his hand away. "focus, stark."

"oh, i am." rei's gaze gleamed with intention as he stepped back. "ready when you are, bug. go make yourself a tantalizing target for our feathered friend."

with an uneasy glance at rei, peter swung off into the dusk. he wasn't sure which role made him more nervous - bait, or whatever game rei seemed determined to drag him into. pushing those thoughts aside, he started stirring up trouble, making himself a noisy target.

it didn't take long before he sensed eyes upon him. a looming figure swooped down and attacks rained - but these he barely had to dodge. vulture had taken the bait, and rei was no doubt tracking their movement.

sure enough, when peter faked capture to lure vulture to a secluded spot, rei was waiting with weapons primed. their unlikely alliance sprang into coordinated attack, catching vulture utterly off guard between spider and thief.

in minutes, the fearsome villain lay defeated at their feet. peter grinned at rei in flushed triumph, surprised by how natural their teamwork had felt. but the king of thieves seemed far more interested in claiming his reward...

rei stepped closer to peter, a triumphant smirk curving his lips. "well done, spider. it seems our partnership was fruitful after all."

"yeah, i suppose teaming up wasn't so bad." peter felt a nervous flutter as rei's hand came up to grasp his arm. "so...i guess our business is concluded?"

"concluded?" rei laughed softly. "sweetheart, the night is young. and I believe a reward is in order for my invaluable bait."

before peter could react, rei tugged him into a kiss. his lips were firm yet surprisingly gentle against peter's astonished mouth. electric heat shot through peter's veins as he kissed back without thinking.

when they parted, peter stared wide-eyed. "rei, i...we can't. you're a criminal, i'm a hero."

rei only smiled wickedly. "and yet, did we not just work marvelously as a team? your morals seem rather flexible when it suits you, little spider." He nuzzled peter's jaw, drawing a shiver.

"maybe..." peter wavered, torn between duty and the undeniable spark between them. could he allow himself this, even if just for one night? rei made a compelling case, as always.

rei sensed his surrender. "come home with me, sweetheart. i'll show you pleasures unlike any good girl or boy could offer." his voice dropped to a sinful purr. "let's see how far that flexibility can take you..."

against all better judgment, peter found himself saying "okay." just for one night...

what began as a one night encounter blossomed into something deeper for peter and rei against all odds. somehow, their partnership in defeating vulture had unlocked an undeniable connection between them.

where once they were enemies, now they fell into an intricate dance - fighting crime during the day as their alter egos, only to come together under cover of darkness in heated embraces. rei continued his schemes, but turned his ambition towards less harmful targets at peter's insistence.

their relationship defied definition. they were allies in some ways, antagonists in others, and something altogether softer and needier when alone. rei's lust for challenge and thrill now extended to pleasing peter as much as himself.

peter knew he should end this dance with the king of thieves. but there was solace and pleasure in rei's arms unlike anything he found elsewhere. and for all his notorious deeds, rei proved fiercely devoted and protective of what was his behind closed doors.

somehow, against every expectation, their partnership worked. they pushed and challenged one another in turn, inspiring each to explore grey areas of their natures neither knew existed. new york's protector and its most cunning criminal formed an unlikely balance.

and so the dance continued between spider-man and his king, weaving a delicate equilibrium through the streets of their city by night while keeping up appearances as adversaries by day. their relationship survived through want and compromise - a testament to what could emerge when unexpected pieces aligned.

there we go, hope you'll like it!

@jackiequick @missstrawbs2001 @blueboirick @meiramel @cherrysft

#oc post #oc rp #oc rpg #marvel #marvel roleplay #marvel oc #marvel x oc #spider man #peter parker x oc

[trebonivs]

something something it's a modern AU ⭐ ~400 words, Crassus, Pompey, the memory of Sulla

It’s the way that the sleeve of Pompey’s shirt pulls tight across his bicep as he stretches that makes Crassus pause mid-sentence.

‘Hey,’ says Pompey. ‘Where’d you go?’

‘You look good,’ says Crassus.

Pompey grins. ‘You like what you see?’

‘Not really,’ Crassus replies immediately, and Pompey rolls his eyes. ‘Go,’ Crassus says. ‘I’ll wait until you’re done with your run.’

‘You could join me, you know.’

Crassus takes a seat on the park bench and Pompey laughs. ‘Okay,’ he says. ‘Hint taken. We’ll talk after.’

It’s not that Pompey looks good. He does, but that’s not what caught Crassus off guard.

For a moment, the way the muscles in Pompey’s arm flexed mid warm up brought back a long buried memory of an afternoon, years ago, when Sulla rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and caught Crassus watching him through the mirror.

Pompey has the kind of body that’s comfortable with physical labor, even if he’s dedicated himself to the office on most days. Sulla was the same, back when they first met.

For a moment, Crassus could imagine in vivid detail what Pompey’s hand on the back of his neck would feel like. It’s intoxicating, the weight of someone else holding you down and knowing that it’s easy for them to keep you down, keep you in place, it’s--

‘Crassus!’

Pompey is standing in front of him, sweat from the run plastering his hair to his forehead, two drinks in hand.

‘There was a food truck on the path that had smoothies on their menu. I got you an iced coffee, though,’ Pompey says, holding one out. Crassus accepts the offered drink, taking a sip as Pompey sits down next to him. It’s good.

‘So what did you want to talk about?’

‘Lucullus wants to go over some paperwork,’ says Crassus, and doesn’t bother holding back a smile as Pompey’s expression turns sour. ‘I’m busy this afternoon, though, so I was wondering if you could go in my place.’

‘I should make you beg for it,’ grumbles Pompey, and Crassus has to bite down on the inside of his mouth to keep himself from saying then why don’t you?

The moment from earlier that caught him off guard had apparently cracked open something old and ugly and pathetically desperate that Crassus had worked hard to bury. Fucking summer, Crassus thinks. Everything resurfaces under the relentless assault from the sun, no matter how much self discipline you have.

‘I’ll owe you one,’ Crassus offers, and does not look at Pompey's hands as he says it.

‘Yeah, you will,’ sighs Pompey. ‘Fine, I’ll go. If it goes sideways, it’s not my fault.’

‘Sure,’ says Crassus easily. ‘So make sure nothing goes sideways.’

#it's kind of clunky but. modern au. office drama or something. i need. a nap

[june-way]

Silver The Hedgehog Personality

Silver is best described as having "a strong sense of justice" and it is this personality trait that motivates him to head back into the past to correct the future. He believes in standing up for those who can't stand up for themselves. This led him to accept Blaze when everybody else was teasing her for her pyrokinetic abilities. When he pursues an enemy, he does so with a relentless determination. He makes alliances and rivalries very easily and takes people's word without question; this makes him easily tricked by others. According to his character profile in Sonic Generations, he is an optimist (though as stated by himself in Sonic Forces, while an optimist, he is also a realist).

Although seemingly serious on the outside, an interview states that Silver is young and somewhat immature. Blaze comments on this several times and describes him as naïve and insecure when he is alone. Owing to his naivety, Silver also has no idea of how to engage in more informal conversations with others; when Sonic tried trash talking with Silver during Dodon Pa's Grand Prix, the latter took many of Sonic's statements so literally that Sonic noted that he took all the fun out of such banter. Silver is also a regular sweetheart, always ready to protect those in need and lend a helping hand. He generally keeps a positive attitude and never gives up hope, no matter how objectively hopeless the situation.

Silver wears his heart on his sleeve. He feels anger and joy intensely and loudly, but his sadness is silent and hardly, if ever, marked by tears. He lets his rage control him and cheerfully remarks on the things that make him happy, but hardly says a word in his sadness, though it is visible to everyone. However, though he may feel sad, he never gives in to despair, always looking for a solution the right way. His determination and little regard for pain can make him a very frightening opponent.

Silver is very courageous and brave, willing to fearlessly sacrifice himself for another in a heartbeat. Utterly unflinching in the face of danger, he is courageous almost to the point of foolishness and is the focus on snuffing out evil with little regard for his own safety.

Despite Silver's naivete and general lack of critical thinking, he is not outright slow-witted. Even Eggman Nega called him perceptive, and Silver was the first to see through his otherwise perfect disguise. With little information to draw upon, he lets his intuition guide him, but as a relatively isolated person, he has little understanding of interpersonal relations or the subtle tools of manipulators.

He apparently has a competitive streak and gets a little snotty and a prickly attitude in the heat of the moment, as seen in Sonic Rivals 2; when you play as him and pass your rival, he'll say, "I'm better." or if you win a race or battle, he says, "Who's the best?" In Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity, when you win a race he says, "I am not to be trifled with!" and in Sonic Free Riders he sneers "'LATER!'" upon cruising past a fellow competitor. In Sonic the Hedgehog (2006), he generally refers to the Iblis monsters and Eggman's robots as "trash," and typically congratulates himself with a smug tone upon dispatching a roomful of them.

When meeting anyone that gets in his way, particularly in Sonic Rivals and Sonic Rivals 2, Silver can be very short-tempered and bossy towards anyone that's not explicitly helping him in his mission, sometimes even becoming directly hostile and start a fight on a bad choice of words.

When Silver is not focused on his current mission or does not have a task at hand, however, he is very friendly, helpful, and a good companion to have around.

#sth #idw sonic #silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

[masterqwertster]

(Am i allowed to send two prompts??? I was reading the list and two jumped out at me 🥺 totally get it if you’d rather not though!!)

21 for the soulblooms au? (Specifically ashton’s special brand of coping, but I’ll take anything in that au if that doesn’t speak to you!)

Prompt You're fine sending two. As my pinned post says among my ask box rules, I don’t mind multiple asks from the same person 😊 Well, that one definitely matches Ashton's self-destructive coping. So have some early days with FCG at the Krook House, as observed by Milo. 21 "Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?"

Milo finds it kind of impressive how much Ashton has tried to clean up his act since bringing Fresh Cut Grass home.

Though they can't say it's particularly surprising.

FCG is one of Ashton's soulmates, somehow, despite being an automaton. And Ashton fucking cares, so much, in spite of their constant attempts to shut their heart away since The Fall. And FCG being the literal baby of their soulmate group at only four years old doesn't give Ashton a lot of room to keep him out. Kids need support, should have support from the adults that take responsibility for them. Even if FCG is as intelligent as the average adult, he just doesn't have the experience to put that knowledge to good use. So it's good that Ashton is taking that step up to be the adult FCG needs in his life.

But change isn't easy, so Milo is equally unsurprised to find Ashton getting absolutely hammered on the couch about an hour or two after FCG has gone into stasis at the end of the first week. They suppose the genasi deserves points for at least waiting until after the automaton has 'gone to bed.'

"Do I even wanna know why you're trying for liver failure tonight?" Milo dryly asks, picking up some stray empty bottles off the floor and lining them up on the coffee table.

"Relentless motherfucker tried to buy Grass off of me," Ashton growls, voice rumbling with shades of Primordial even as the words slur. "Wanted to drop 'em down the Shaft, see how much they bounced 'fore they hit the bottom."

Milo winces. They can certainly understand being upset about someone trying to buy your soulmate from you. That is undeniably fucked up. Just fucking awful. ...And throwing someone down the catwalk-crossed core of the Fownsee Hollow would definitely send the message for everyone else to back the fuck off.

"FCG talk you out of it?" Milo asks, morbidly curious as to how such a bastard managed to escape that fate.

"Didn' even have t' fuckin' talk," Ashton huffs, the strong scent of alcohol wafting off their breath. "Jus' acted all nervous 'nd scared. Didn' want them scared of me," they finish morosely, and drain their current bottle.

"Buddy," Milo says with all sympathy.

The worst part is, they can't deny that sometimes, Ashton is scary. And he loyally owes them his life, would never bring Milo harm if he could avoid it. Yet it doesn't change the fact that the genasi cuts a frightfully intimidating figure when he's in a fury, out to render someone to a bloody pulp.

"It shouldn' be fuckin' me!" Ashton roars, mood shifted. Alongside those words, they slam the bottle clenched in their hand onto the coffee table, disregarding the shattering glass and cracking wood.

"Whoa! Hey, hey! Let's not wreck the house!" Milo panics, clutching Ashton's arm. Not that it'll do much good if Ashton decides he's not done. It's well within his capability to lift their entire weight one-handed.

"It shouldn't 've been me who found Grass," Ashton sadly mumbles, flopping back into the couch, mood changed again. "'M not good at takin' care of people."

Which is such a fucking lie it isn't even funny, Milo thinks. Ashton may be shit at taking care of themself in any healthy way, but they have an amazing amount of compassion and care for others in them despite the difficulties life has thrown their way again and again. They can hardly think of someone better at caring in the ways that truly count.

Any reassurance they would have offered is cut off by rapid thumping on the stairs accompanied by the rattling of metal.

"Are y'all alright? What's goin' on? I heard a loud noise and I got blooms!" Fresh Cut Grass shouts in a panic as they roll into the room, holding out a hand full of thistles.

Milo can't help but notice that's the same hand Ashton had smashed bottles and the coffee table with. And they notice the way Ashton stiffens at his soulmate's voice, guilt and shame flashing across his face before it's hidden behind a lazy mask.

"It's fine, Grass. Just wasn't being careful," Ashton slowly explains, obviously trying to cover their drunken slur to Milo's practiced ear.

"Oh. You hurt yourself?" and there's note to FCG's voice that makes Milo believe that he doesn't quite buy what Ashton's trying to sell. And from what they've heard about Dancer, it's probably not the first time the young automaton has come across a drunken mess of his caretaker.

"Well, I- I can at least heal you?" Fresh Cut Grass hesitantly offers.

"They're just little scratches. I've had worse," Ashton dismisses, studying the dark blood slowly welling in their hand.

"Yeah, I know. But that doesn't mean these cuts don't need healin' too," FCG gently argues.

Ashton stares at the automaton, searching for something. Then they offer the injured hand to him.

Fresh Cut Grass doesn't hesitate to take the stone hand between his own metal ones, and with a small burst of magic, heals the cuts. Glass tinkles as it hits the ground, the magic pushing the embedded glass fragments out of the genasi's hand so it can properly heal.

And Milo can see something looser, calmer in Ashton at this small bit of care. They guess that, in a way, Ashton was scared of Fresh Cut Grass. More specifically, that his soulmate wouldn't be able to handle his Ashton-ness, that they'd leave him like the Nobodies did. But FCG cares too, and caring is one of the few things the automaton won't be easily deterred on.

It's a good change happening in the Krook House, Milo thinks.

#MQ&A #MQfic #MQ AU machine #soul bloom au #critical role #ashton greymoore #fcg #milo krook #vague angst quote prompt