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cosmicstarlatte · 8 months

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Your blog and headcanons are living in my brain since i got here, and i just want to say, thank you, i love your work 💕 also, i saw this in other posts (i was in the monster fucker side and end up in the lover side, but im not complaining) about demon relantionship dynamics and i have a question, who of the demons do you think would use an accesory made of something of MC?

TW: blood and hair being used as accesory, demon dynamic being a little disturbing.

Like imagine if with magic MC (safelly) could make jewells with their blood, or in a more victorian way, maybe a bracelet with a lock of their hair. In my mind there would be Satan and Barbatos who have the jewellry always on them but are discret, and then there is Mammon and Asmo who show whatever MC gave them with pride.

Thank you so much anon!!!♡ It's messages like these that keep me motivated, I'm honored!!! 🥰 I hope you don't mind I changed it to just items with blood 😎 I was gonna keep this short originally but ended up getting carried away. This was seriously SO fun to write! I rly think they all would!

Giving Them An Item With Your Blood (Obey Me!)

Tags: Blood, Fluff, Demon Bros, Barb, Dia, GN!Reader, HCs

Lucifer: "Hm? It's from ___."

If someone happens to catch a rare glance at it & are curious enough to ask, he has no problem proudly answering he got the bloody vial necklace from you. He's not shy or ashamed about it, but prefers to keep it between you & him. It usually stays well hidden behind his high collared shirts. Sometimes when he's at home in his office & shirt unbuttoned, he will fidget around with it while doing paperwork. He loves it but won't ever tell you or anyone else how very attached to it he is. ♡

Mammon: "This one!? Not up for betting, scram!"

When isn't Mammon flashy??? The day you gave him the ring filled with some of your blood was basically the day you got married (in his mind) & he went around showing everyone. Of course some of his buddies asked if he'd bet it for a chance at clearing his debt but even that's one bet Mammon refused. He has a ritual of kissing his ring everyday, he thinks of it as his good luck charm even when he's actually having a bad day. He makes you kiss it to add extra luck (love) to it too. ♡

Levi: "I will guard this with my life."

Let's be honest, he doesn't care what it is & would wear/take whatever you give him. Your hairbrush? He will cuddle it.

When you presented him a blood vial bracelet, he got all teary eyed & nearly fainted from excitement. It easily became his most prized possession, he takes such good care of it. He wears it openly & you can see him fidget around with it when he gets anxious. Sometimes he will lightly rub or hold it against his cheek, calming him down when he's overwhelmed. ♡

Satan: "That's what you get for touching things that aren't yours."

His smile was radiant, blinding. Satan's gift is unique just like him & he appreciates the thoughtfulness of a handmade blood infused bookmark. It's one he takes care of & makes sure it doesn't get lost in the mess of his room. He did curse it (you'll get a hand burn) so no one else can touch it except you & him. From time to time he gets distracted by it when reading. He wants to ask if you'll attach a blood charm to the end of it too. ♡

Asmo: "My outfit isn't complete until I put this on!"

He squealed, cried, & wouldn't let you go for the entire day after gifting him the little box of jewelry. He went on to rub it in everyone's faces & showed it off on all his socials. The main gift was a gorgeous charm, the blood swirled, glittering inside. You made sure he could pop the charm into the ring, necklace, or bracelet you also gave him in the box. He was impressed you went to such lengths just so he could always choose how to wear it each day. Even if it was a single piece though, he would've worn it no matter what, even if it "clashed" with his outfit. ♡

Beel & Belphie: "We promise to never take it off." "You promise too ___!"

The twins immediately pulled you into bed & cuddled with you, happily accepting their gifts. You gave each a pendant, a sun for Beel & a moon for Belphie, the middle of each pendant holding your precious red liquid. You even got a star pendant for yourself to match with them although your pendant remained empty; something they noticed quickly. They happily offered up their own blood; they never minded sharing as long as it's with you. ♡♡

Barbatos: "I'm...at a loss for words, thank you."

He kissed your cheek before turning his attention to the golden pocket watch you gave him. He handled it delicately, admiring the ancient designs etched onto it before opening it. It was a gorgeous watch, one of the inner side walls swirled beautifully with your blood. He enjoyed the hidden surprise inside for his eyes only. Truly, he was moved by your gift & made a mental note to give you something in return. ♡

Diavolo: "An absolute treasure this is."

He gave you a tight hug, nearly cutting your air supply off. He's received many gifts throughout the years but the custom pen you gave him was now at the top of the list. Only a see-through compartment of the pen held your blood, floating around. The actual ink inside the pen was regular but refillable for permanent use. He found himself smiling a little more even when filling out the piles of paperwork on his desk. It also finally fixed his habit of losing pens, making sure he always has it on him for quick signing (& Barbatos thanks you for it). ♡

Also I like to think that if they really miss you, they'll hold their object close to their nose to get a whiff of your scent ♡ alakskfgllsskfkg

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Teeth

Part 4!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Oh, @marvelmusing, I bet you thought that was the last of it...

Warnings: heavy voyeurism, smut, hints of angst.

B.Russo.

That's what he'd written on the scrap of paper. What was the 'B' for?

Probably Big cock because honestly, even though you had resisted temptation and not looked, his entire vibe expressed in detail how big his dick probably was.

He was... really something. His entire aura made you want to curl up beside him, have him hold you protectively while you slept. You just wanted to touch him, and keep touching him, and maybe kiss him if he wanted.

The memory of some of your dreams of him come to mind, they'd been eerily vivid, slow kisses and eager touches and words that you couldn't remember but the feeling of hearing them was seared into you.

Fuck, you might like him a little more than you expected.

You wanted to text him, maybe send him a message, but you were so trapped by fear.

What if he hadn't meant it like that? Maybe this was just for emergencies, and he would find you annoying if you tried. Maybe he found you annoying enough already.

You sigh, putting your phone down.

Where had that sarcastic girl inside of you gone? The one that had sassed a serial killer who was about to end her?

You'd felt yourself change so much after that experience, scared of the world around you, and you missed her, you missed the person that you used to be.

She wouldn't have had any problems asking a hot guy his name.

Then again, William wasn't just any hot guy, he was still a client, and you definitely should not get involved.

He was probably just extending a courtesy to you anyway.

It was annoying how much he found himself staring at his phone.

Fuck. Had he come on too strong?

He rubs a tired hand over his face, exhausted.

The predator was scratching at the inside of his mind endlessly, turning his brain to shreds. Demanding he go to her, demanding he find her, and kiss her, and pick her up, seat her soft body on his, feel the heat of her arousal between her thighs-

His phone rings.

Fuck.

Truly, everything was so tedious now, mind-numbingly boring. He no longer wanted to spend long hours at the office, sacrificing his personal time for work, he wanted you. He wanted an existence, where he could go home to you, crawl into bed beside you, rest his body beside yours, stay there beside you until he rots, leaving only your bones and his together, a lifetime of eternal peace.

He blinks, realises how insane his thoughts are.

He didn't know the first thing about you.

No, that wasn't true, he knew lots, he knew how you laughed and he knew the sound of your voice and the scent of your skin and there was a million more things to learn and he wanted to know them all.

"Surprise!" Dani exclaims as you open the door to her.

You laugh in amusement, unable to see much of her face through the magnificently large palm plant in her hands.

"How on earth are you holding on to that? It's fucking huge." You say, stepping aside to let her in.

"I'm strong, I get by." She replies easily, moving to place the plant by your nearest window.

You watch her, as you close the front door.

She grabs at the heavy curtains, pulling them aside to let some sunlight in.

"Oh, this place is awesome, I love the little balcony." She comments, staring out of the windows.

You grin.

"Thanks, honestly, I don't go out there much." Or even open your curtains, but you'd definitely have to have some sunlight come in now for your new plant friend.

"Can I?" She asks, and waits for your nod of approval before pulling the glass door open.

The cool air of the morning spills in, you find yourself liking it, appreciating new things about your new apartment.

Truthfully, having the windows open made you a little bit on edge, you didn't know who would be able to look in, and it paired oddly with your feeling of constantly being watched.

Outside certainly wasn't too bad though, as you inched closer to the window, you found that you could see a little into the house next door, a kitchen area and a little bit of a sitting area, with a cute fireplace.

This was his house, you realise with abject facination.

"Who's house?" Dani asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Uh, the guy I was telling you about, who helped me with my bags the other day."

"Big dick Russo?"

You smile.

"Yeah, him."

"Hmm, nice place." She comments, moving away from the window.

When your second friend arrives, she brings a jar of cacao nibs and a crate of strawberries.

You happily thank Amy, washing some of the strawberries and settling into the couch to enjoy them.

You'd been friends with Dani and Amy for a lot of your life, and you'd come a long way with them. They were both there that night, you'd been trying to keep them safe when you'd taken off running.

You remember the aftermath, stumbling back toward the sound of their voices calling your name, trying to explain to them, with barely any breath left in your lungs, what had happened.

They hadn't left you alone for even a second that night, at least one of them in sight at all times.

If it weren't for them, the aftermath would have decimated you.

You curl up happily with your strawberries, listening to their little updates.

You smile when Dani turns her concerned eyes to you, she asks how you've been sleeping.

"Actually a lot better here. I feel surprisingly safe."

She nods in understanding.

"Yeah, the doorman looked at me so suspiciously it was almost funny. If you didn't call ahead, he might have kicked me out."

You smile, nodding.

"No more surprise birthday parties for me."

"Well, I can always seduce him into letting me in." She says with a shrug of her shoulder, earning a laugh from you.

Amy, who has been making herself a cup of tea, squeaks loudly.

You spin to look at her, her eyes open comically wide, hands clamped over her mouth as she stares out the open door to the balcony.

"Oh my god, what?" Dani says, standing suddenly to move to another window, parting the curtains slightly to look out.

She looks for a second, eyes scanning the area in confusion, before her mouth drops open.

"What?" you say moving to take a peek over her shoulder.

At first you don't see it, you don't know where to look, your first thought was something on the roof of the next building or maybe the ground below, before movement in the opposite window catches your eye.

Your mouth goes dry.

His hair is wet, fresh from a shower, his torso is bare. You blink, trying to double check that he was in fact there, in his kitchen, half-naked after a shower, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He reaches into one of the taller cupboards, grabbing a mug, the muscles of his back flexing as he closes the cupboard door.

Your body tingles at the sight of him. You watch him scratch the corner of his lip absentmindedly as he checks his phone, turning away to disappear deeper into his home where you can't see.

"Jesus Christ." Dani whispers, reminding you that she was there, a small frown forming on your face as you realise that you're not the only one admiring him.

"We shouldn't be watching him." You try to say, looking at Amy, who does not draw her eyes away from the window.

Dani's gasp pulls your attention, and you try to peek over her shoulder once more.

His hair is askew, his body a little less wet now, black boxers replacing the towel on his hips.

"That's a big dick for sure." Dani whispers.

"Stop. Enough." You say with finality, reaching around her to shut the curtains in her face.

You close in the balcony door next, avoiding looking over as you draw the curtains shut.

Everyone is silent for a moment, before Amy says your name.

"Please send him a text." She says, with pleading eyes.

You let out a little huff.

There's a fascination for him that does not leave you, and when you find him in your dreams later that night, you make sure to express all your pent up frustrations very clearly.

He's standing in your living room, studying the little palm tree. He turns to you with a smile when he senses you approaching.

You are not smiling.

Hands gripping his wrists, you pull at him, almost angry in your feverish movements.

He looks stunned when you push him to a sitting position on your couch.

You're still in your vintage night dress, all soft fabrics and little bows, you raise the hem, sliding yourself onto his lap easily.

He's still looking at you with surprised eyes, he doesn't know what's brought this on but he does not want to stop it in any way.

"What will it take to make you mine?" You whisper, leaning into him. His eyebrows draw together, confused.

"I already am." he answers easily, just as your noses brush.

"I wish you were," you say harshly against his mouth, "I wish you knew how badly I want you."

"I was made for you." He confesses, a promise against your lips as his fingers secure themselves to the spot behind your neck, pulling you in.

Your mouths meld together, a blissful sigh from each mouth.

Your body calls out to him, empty, aching.

You take his free hand, guiding it slowly over your thigh, so that he touches the spot right over your womb.

"I need you right here." You gasp into his mouth, and you feel his fingers tighten reflexively on the back of your neck.

He says your name, a whispered prayer.

"Please. I'm so tired of being empty." You plead, ready to beg if he would just give you what you crave.

"I'm right here," he promises, hands caressing either side of your face, kissing your lips one more time for good measure.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

When you wake, it's with a sad sigh.

It's odd, to be this disastrously needy, and yet feel an ache in your chest like never before.

You strip your nightdress off, your body exposed to the cool air of your room, only your underwear on to shield you from what you're about to do next.

You're not thinking when you pull your bedroom curtains open, all you want, is for him to see.

It doesn't matter that he's a stranger, or that he's a client. In the dark of the night, with the moonlight streaming in, all you want him to be, is yours.

He isn't expecting it.

So when he moves to his windows to check for movement, he doesn't think it's real.

For a moment, he thinks he might still be dreaming.

But no.

There you are.

Your curtains parted, and he can see right into your bedroom, the moonlight soft on your gorgeous skin.

You writhe on your sheets, one hand on your breast, the other- he swallows- the other under the lining of your panties.

You were playing with yourself.

His heart hammers in his head, the predator roars.

He watches, it doesn't take much for you to come, back arching, quiet gasps, trembling thighs.

Your chest heaves as you try to suck in air. He wishes he was in the room with you. The scent of your cunt must be filling the room by now, despite the flimsy piece of fabric between your thighs.

What were you thinking about? Was it him?

You tug your fingers out of your underwear, his mouth waters at the sight of your glistening fingers.

He groans, backs away from the windows so that his silhouette isn't visible. Watches you close the curtains, and disappear from his view.

It's well into the morning, long after he's been awake, after his Sunday morning run, he's standing in his kitchen, blending a smoothie, when his phone goes off, a little picture display telling him exactly who it is.

'What's the 'B' in your name stand for?'

Billy smiles.

#werepanther!billy russo #teeth #billy russo #billy russo x reader #monster!billyrusso #monster!billy russo #monster!billy #Jess #this is for you #ben barnes #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut

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cerridwen007 · 11 months

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Retired Javier Shorts #1.

That time where you two spend the afternoon basking in the afternoon sun on the couch and Javi has to teach you a lesson for wiggling around so much.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 1K (18+) minors DNI

Notes warnings: SMUT, established relationship, teasing/dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, no use of y/n.

A/N: Here is a little something to hopefully tie y'all over while I continue working on Corruption of Innocence Part 2. Truefully I'm not as far as I would like to be or thought I would be writing it but I'm hopefully going to get it out by late next week. This is a new series I’m starting with little 1-2k shorts about retired Javier and reader and I've already got a handful of other stories planned/semi written out for this series that I’m also working on so expect some more of these to come in the near future. Also I plan on creating a Masterlist for my fics soon, as I know it's the best way for Y’all to be able to track down what fics I have so also expect that soon. Thank you as always for your love on my work and I hope you enjoy!

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It's a midweek afternoon, you and Javi are cuddled up on the couch basking in the warm afternoon sun fluttering in through the window. Exhausted after a long day working on the ranch. You are smiling so hard to yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to be here right now and thinking you wouldn't change it for the world. Javier sleeps behind you, his hot breath fanning your neck. You sigh happily and scoot back into him while trying to get even more comfy than you already are.

A few minutes pass by and you move again, trying to find another comfier position. This goes on a few times. After the fourth or fifth time you feel a hardening object pressing into your butt. You giggle to yourself knowing that you caused it. You move back into Javi this time purposefully trying to get him worked up enough that he wakes up and hopefully needs your help sorting out his ‘problem’. Suddenly Javi’s hand that was resting on your stomach grips and pulls you forcefully against him.

“Honey, are you purposefully trying to work me up, cause everytime you move around…” he growls playfully in your ear leaving a kiss below your ear.

You try to stifle your giggle. “No Javi, I don’t know what you're talking about.” You sarcastically say. “But I could help you with that problem if you want.” You tease, pushing your butt back further into Javier’s hard cock.

“Oh you sure are a teaser sweetheart, and you bet your sweet ass I'm going to take you up on that offer.”

You smirk pretending to get up from the couch. He stops you and pulls you firm against his flannel wearing chest.

“Ah ah ah cariño, don’t you know it’s rude to start things without intending on finishing them, don’t think you're getting out of this one easily.”

He caresses up and down your side, hooking his fingers in your pants and sliding them down. His lips leave soft, warm kisses on your neck. His palm circles the exposed skin of your ass, he smacks it quickly leaving a slight stinging sensation.

“I ought to teach you a lesson for getting me so worked up when I'm sleeping.” He whispers in your ear.

“Hmmm, what did you have in mind, Mr Peña?”

He chuckles, hand moving to the front of your hips, fingers dipping below your waistband. “How bout fucking you so hard on this here couch that you can’t wiggle round no more.” His fingers start circling your clit.

You let a quiet moan leave your lips. “That would..that would be a f..f.fair punishment.” you struggle to say, his hands working on your growing bundle of nerves.

He chuckles deeply. “I think so too, Mi amor.”

Before you can retort back, Javi has climbed on top of you and pushed you firmly into the couch by your hips. He leaves soft wet kisses on your mouth, cheeks and nose, you can’t help but smile lovingly at him as he does so. He then kisses down your neck as he pulls down your panties and pants below your knees. His hands make some room for himself, wiping up your dripping cunt.

“Fuck baby, you sure are excited about me punishing you.” he chuckles.

You kiss him on his Adam's apple hanging above you. “Anything I can get from you, punishment or not, makes me dripping wet, baby.” A raspy moan escapes him, jaw clenched as you reach and grab his stiffness. Your eyes batting innocently as if you did nothing.

You bite your lips as he unzips his jeans and pulls out his pulsating cock. He rubs the head of his shaft through your glistening juices, and pushes the tip in. You both moan, grinning. He then begins to rock into you, slow and steady, inch by inch. Each small thrust makes the air catch in your throat. He begins to rock into you harder and faster.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth opens wide, letting all the dirty sounds easily fall out. Javier smirks down at your arousal stricken face, eager to make it stay there as long as possible. He pulls on your thighs and adjusts them to clutch around his waist, the new, deeper angle provides you with even more pleasure as he reaches ‘that’ spot with each hard thrust. Javier moans along with you, feeling your climax nearing cunt flutter close around his veiny dick.

“Oh..oh..g.god..jav..Javi!” you moan out. “Im so.sooo..close!”

He continues thrusting into you at a painstakingly pleasurable pace, his hands dipping down to rub your clit only adds to the overwhelming pleasure. Both of your whines turn into whimpers as you each simultaneously reach your high. He relentlessly continues to plunge into your dripping cunt, making you cry out and your legs shake.

“Fuck… Javi.”

“That’s right baby, scream out my name! The name of someone that makes you feel so good, who owns your pretty little pussy.”

He pulls out suddenly and pulls your drenched centre to meet his lips. He licks up every drop of your mixed juices that falls out of your aching hole. Your back arches up to his touch, so overstimulating yet addicting. He tenderly kisses and bites down gently on your throbbing clit. Your lips quiver, pleading, pathetic whines leaving them. He finally pulls away satisfied with your pleasure drunk state when your thighs squeeze his head firmly and your hand that holds his soft brown curls pushes him away. He crawls up to your panting chest and lets himself down softly.

“What do you think, Cariño? Do you think that punishment was adequate for your behaviour?”

“I know I won’t be able to walk for the rest of the night, and my cunt will be aching for days.” You say both chuckling.

“Good. Think of it as a reminder of what happens when you tease me.” he taunts you.

You swallow excitedly knowing that you will very much tease him again, hoping for a similar punishment as soon as your trembling hole would allow it. You both sigh happily, your hands stroking his silky hair content. You and Javi’s eyelids soon flutter close again as the afternoon sun sets upon your conjoined bodies.

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#narcos fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier pena #javier pena narcos #narcos smut

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biribaa · 7 months

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OKOKOKOKOKOK OK

BIRIBA

PAL PERCY X READER

...Pal Percy x reader hcs

If you're one of the devs and you're reading this, I don't know what to say to you... enjoy? Sorry?? Idk??? Im just a simp???? Forgive me?????

TW/CW: None.

Only if you are a SAINT of patience and are willing to show love 24/7, then, yeah, Pal could be a nice partner for you.

Physical demonstration of love can be... A little difficult or awkward, at least for you(or maybe not). I imagine giving Pal a little smooch would be similar to kissing an egg. Either way, I don't think Pal minds at all! In the end, it's still attention. The same goes for cuddling, imagine cuddle with a egg.

But, Pal can control wires(at least, in the building), meaning Pal could easily wrap them around you as a small show of his affection, if that means you will consider him a pal. But this could maybe end up with him refusing to let you go for a few... hours.

Trying to go out without Pal could be difficult, he always wants to be glued into you, so you could try:

1) Just bring him together(But trying to convince Pal to be quiet depending on the place).

2) You can try to convince him that you can find a way to connect him to perhaps the television or computer for some entertainment for Pal. Whinch I doubt it would work, in the end all he wants is you.

3) Attempt to promise to Pal to always tell where you are going(If this is even going to work...)

4) Or...I don't know, therapy? Try talking to him that if he really liked you, he would trust you in this topic. Still not sure if that would work, tho.

Pal sounds like the folk who would use a wide range of nicknames for you, but I bet one of his favorite ones to use would be either "sweetheart" or "sunshine".

Trust me when I say every type of love language is just perfect for Pal, it's all good attention to him anyway. Gifts? Only if it's something he can use and enjoy, he would be more than happy. Verbally? Pal could get all flurstered. Physical? He doesn't have (as far as we/I know) touch sensors, meaning he can't feel your affection, however, Pal does appreciate it! Playing with him? Pal wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

Of course, Pal can be a "little" jealous. It can be annoying, but don't see his actions as completely malicious when he wants to know who you went out with yesterday, this buddy is just completly obssesed with attention and is paranoid about losing you. And everytime he can, Pal will drop a few signals here and there to the person in front of you that you already have the best and only pal.

#imso sorry devs #x reader #canon x reader #reader insert #playtime with percy x reader #pal percy x reader

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bicmason · 8 months

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Hiiii! Can you please write a Bleach fic for Byakuya Kuchiki? Perhaps him getting pegged for the first time? Thank you!

★ Hello!! :^ I tried my best lol

★ Synopsis: just a conversation about pegging with Byakuya that ends up with you fucking his ass.

★ Warnings: fem!reader, Byakuya a bit OOC, swearing, anal sex, not reviewed, NSFW, pegging, Sub!Byakuya, poorly edited :<

★ A/N: sorry if Byakuya got too OOC in this one!!! :(. It hasn't been reviewed and it's also been a while since I've written NSFW. If there's anything in the warnings that needs to be put in, please let me know!! :)

It all started with small conversations.

"What do you think about anal sex, Byaki?" you ask him while taking a break from your favorite hobby, painting. "I don't know what to say, really. Why do you ask, dear?" He replies, looking away from you.

"Um, just... I was wondering if we could try..." you say hesitantly. This man was difficult, there was a good chance he wouldn't accept, but you weren't going to give up easily.

The idea persisted in your mind when Yoruichi gave you this gift, saying it was to tear Byakuya's pride away. She said it with that energetic, mischievous tone, clearly almost daring you to do it. She laughed when you said you wouldn't do it, you said you'd ruin him too much if you did.

But now you think about it. The idea of watching him shudder as you fuck his ass is intoxicating, making you daydream about it practically every day.

"In you?" he asks, his silky, graceful voice always making you want to hear more. "Not really... I wanted to try it on you, you know? Pegging. They say it's really good..." you say hesitantly, looking at him with every word, waiting for his reaction. The only answer you got was a "maybe". Maybe.

Since then, when the two of you had the most delicious nights that would make you unable to walk the next day, you took the opportunity to tease his ass. Squeezing it, massaging it and even asking him quietly if you could put a finger in, just to give him more pleasure. He nods, he trusts you, he knows you'll make him feel good.

Conversations about this become frequent, until you convince him about it tonight.

"It won't be much, I promise it won't hurt." You say cheerfully when he tells you he'll let you train and fuck him tonight. He knows it's going to hurt a bit, but he doesn't care as long as you're happy. When the night comes, you're happy, excited and horny. You just want to fuck his ass so good!

You get excited when you see him reading the leaflet of a lubricant.

"What's up?" You ask, smiling, "You're not afraid of a lubricant, are you?" You say, sitting down next to him. "Yeah, just... well, maybe I'm a bit apprehensive," he replies simply

"It's okay, if you don't want to-" you begin, but he interrupts you. "No- I want it... maybe a little too much than I'd expect..." he murmurs. Of course, it would be a challenge for him to let you fuck his ass completely. He hated the fact that if they knew, the people in the Soul Society would probably make fun of him, but he managed to get over it, after all, it was only one night, wasn't it? If he didn't like it, it wouldn't happen again.

"We have to make a safe word, what do you think?" You ask him and he seems to think for a moment, you could bet 10 dollars he'd say something classic like "red".

"Maybe... ugh, red?" He mumbles, a little flushed. You smile as you realize you've hit the nail on the head.

"Sure, red sounds good." You smile and pull his face towards you, pulling him into a soft but loving kiss.

"First of all, I need you to know that you have to tell me everything, okay? I want you to tell me if it hurts or, well, if it's too good..." You say in a teasing voice and wink at him.

He nods and you smile. It was always so hard for him to trust that he could love again, that he could break some rules and here you were, the person who made him love someone again like he loved Hisana, the person he allowed himself to trust, to let you take care of and caress him.

"I promise I'll tell you if it hurts. I'm a nobleman of my word, remember?" He smiles softly, pulling you in for another kiss.

You run your hands through his silky hair, your nails caressing the back of his neck, making him shiver. You deepen the kiss, sitting on his lap, his big, slender hands wrapping around your waist, your tongues dancing in each other's mouths as your mind races, thinking about how delicious his moans would be and how good you would make him feel...

You feel his hand wander down your shirt, and you allow him to remove it, falling down your back as you smile.

His lips trace a path down to your collarbone, his fingers tracing your thighs as you feel your body heat up under his touch. He nibbles the sensitive skin of your collarbone, making you moan softly. "Looks like I'm the one who's going to fuck you, huh?" He murmurs with a mischievous grin. Oh, what a naughty nobleman you've made him, huh?

You smile and disentangle yourself from his hands.

"Mhm, we'll see. Are you really okay with that?" You ask again, just wanting to make sure he's okay with not being in power this time. "Absolutely..." He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly taking off his captain's cloak. You smiled, picking up the box containing the strap-on. You could see him blushing a little. "What's up?" You asked amusedly as you took off your own pants, picking up the lube and the strap-on, placing them on the bed.

You can see Byakuya's member starting to show through his underwear. You smile at the sight. "Wow, it's already starting to get hard and I haven't even touched you?" You tease him, just as he does you. "It's not like that..." he mutters back. "Uh-huh, right. I guess." You laugh softly. "I guess we can start with you lying down, hum?" You smile arrogantly.

God, you were starting to get wet at the idea of being in charge. Byakuya shyly nods and lies down on the bed. His face burns with shame, he would never have expected to be in such a vulnerable position as he is now.

You smile, sitting naked next to him. He reaches out to touch you, but you slap his hand away, giving him a taste of his own poison. He grunts and you pout."What happened, Byaki? Can't keep your hands to yourself?" You ask as your hand begins to run down his chest. He bites his lip and frowns. "No." He replies firmly, still trying to maintain his cool, arrogant stance.

You smile. "Mhm, is it?" Your hand moves across his chest, soon reaching his nipples. You smile as he squirms a little. "Do you like it?" You laugh when he pouts.You squeeze his nipples, pinching them a little. He bites his lip again. "Sensitive?" You smile, leaning into his chest, kissing from his chest to his 'happy trail'. You smile proudly when you see his cock twitching in his underwear.

Your other hand wanders to his underwear, slowly pulling it off, leaving just the tip of his cock sticking out. You use your index finger to tease him, one hand on his nipples and the other teasing his cock.

He grunts, squirming, wanting you to touch him more. "Do you want more, Byaki?" You laugh and he bites his lip, looking away. He nods and you squeeze the tip of his cock, making him lift his hips towards you. "Fuck... don't do it like that," he mutters. He was so weak from the idea of you fucking his ass, he just wanted you to do it now.

"Y/n... please" he grunts and you laugh, you were slowly destroying this man's pride, and he just wanted you to break it. Your hand increases the pressure on his cock, making him moan softly. You get down on your knees next to him on the bed, tugging at his underwear, pulling it off. He squeezes his legs together, blushing a little.

You lean over and take some of him in your mouth, his hand quickly goes to your hair, but you pull it away again. "Without touching me, love." You say, then take him in your mouth again.

His cock is big, slender, but it still makes you delirious. You take as much as you can in your mouth, but you can't get it down your throat. You choke a few times and he laughs softly.

"Oh yeah, can't you take it, baby?" He teases you and you stand up. Your hand works on his cock, up and down, making him buck his hips.You smile. His hand pulls you in for a kiss. You moan along with him, your hands still firmly around his cock.

"Just - please, do it soon!" He begs, trying not to roll his eyes.You nod and pull him into another kiss. Your kiss is fiery, full of love and need.

God, you just need to fuck him. You break apart, you can see the sweat forming on his forehead as his cock twitches in your hand. Your lips trailed down his soft, lean body, making him shiver and arch his back. He lets out short sighs that are making you wetter than ever. Why didn't you try this before?!

You touch his thighs, parting them a little as you fit between them, your mouth trailing down to his dripping pre-cum. Your eyes shine with his need to just be fucked by you.Reaching for the lube, you rub it on your fingers.

"I'm going to stretch you a bit, okay?" You ask softly, your other hand carefully rubbing his thighs. He whimpers softly and nods. "Sure, do it soon..." he thrusts his hips upwards, making you laugh. "I think it would be easier if you were on all fours, huh?" You play with the lubricant on your fingers as you wait for his answer. He blushes as he swallows dry. "Um, is that really necessary?" He says hesitantly, a little embarrassed. "You want it, don't you?" you say with a mischievous grin, making him roll his eyes. He turns over on his stomach and leans over. Ass up.

You caress the back of his thighs and then your nails scratch a little of his soft ass. "Oh my, you look so beautiful like that," you whisper to him. You place one hand on his back while with the other you penetrate the first finger into his ass. He moans softly against the pillows. "Aw, are you having fun without me yet?" You sneer and he grunts. "Always remember our safe word, okay?" He nods. "I'll remember, I promise..." He mutters between sighs as you add another finger. He hadn't expected to like it so much, maybe he could accept it again…

"Hey, don't be shy now," you say laughing softly, your hand running gently along his back, making him squirm a little. You open your fingers a little inside him, slowly getting him used to it. You add more lubricant to his asshole and he rolls his eyes. "Ngh- that's - so good!" He can't even form a sentence when you turn your fingers, rubbing his G-spot.

Your eyes glaze over and you lean against him on the mattress, your body heavy on top of his, you nibble on his shoulder as you make him take your fingers for the time being. "Oh yes, you're going to be my little slut tonight, aren't you? That cold captain won't be here, will he?" You whisper seductively in his ear as he rolls his eyes, bouncing his ass on your fingers as he nuzzles his face into the pillows. "Oh- shit, yeah yeah!"

He's breathing too fast, he's only so close...

You pull away from him, slowly taking your fingers out of him. "We don't want the party to end just yet, do we?" You say as you take the strap and put it on. It's a relatively small model, maybe 5,5 inches with a diameter of 1. Byakuya wiggles his ass a little in the air - trying to make air friction for your cock, or to receive that cock in his ass, you don't really know which it would be but now you'll find out.

You stand in front of him with the strap, swinging it in front of him. "Can you put this in your mouth?" You ask as you pat his face with the strap. He looks at you with fierce eyes, wondering if he should just turn you over and fuck you until you forget your name or if he should let himself be taken by you. Hesitantly, he opens his mouth and takes the tip of the dildo in his mouth. He thinks of his pride, the idea of the elders knowing that he let his wife fuck his ass would be a scandal, but he still wants it so badly...

He takes the dildo in his mouth, sometimes choking when it touched the back of his throat, making him choke and drool. "So beautiful ruined... I should have done this before..." You say and slap him lightly across the face, his black hair spilling beautifully over his shoulders when it wasn't sticking to his forehead with sweat. He moans, taking as much of the dildo into his mouth as he can, but it's too much! He just wants to be fucked, to be made a good slut by you...

He runs his tongue teasingly over the dildo, taking it all the way his mouth, sometimes hitting the back of his throat. Small tears stream down his face and you wipe them away with your finger. "Such a good little slut, huh? Come on, Byaki, take it down your throat..." You pushed forward, making him choke and pull away a little, but you held him in place, making him take the dildo into his mouth completely. He whimpers and chokes, but he loves the sensation. Your fingers tangle in his hair, making him have his nose against your crotch while he warms the silicone cock in his mouth. "oh yes, so good, isn't it? Yes, you like that, Byaki"

To feel, to be the one taking orders. He never thought he'd like it so much, especially here, where he can slowly let go of thoughts of what they'd do if they found out about it. He loved you so much, he knew it would be all right, even though his pride was hurt.

You pull the strap back on and smile at the string of drool connecting the vibrator and Byakuya's pretty mouth. "Mhm, you were so good darling," you say, leaning in and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You push his face back into the pillows and position yourself behind him. "Are you all right?" You ask as you caress his ass. "Yes... please, I want you to fuck me..." he says whimpering, not caring about pride or his usual coldness, he just wants to be good to you.

Taking the lube, you put some on his ass and some on the vibrator. You rub your cock against his entrance, which makes him shiver again. "Someone likes teasing..." You murmur, before slipping the tip of the dildo into his tight asshole. He lets out a moan and grabs the sheets. "Um, you're going to be slow, aren't you?" he asks breathlessly. "Sure, you can stay calm, okay? Relax..." You whisper, leaning over and kissing him gently on the back. He nods and moans again as you place the head of the vibrator inside his tight heat. "Good?" You rub his ass as he tightens the sheets again. "Yeah... okay, just keep going..." You wiggle a little, just to tease him. Your hand goes under him and grasps his cock, still hard and dripping. He moans and squirms, rolling his eyes. "Please... put it all in me..." he murmurs, rocking back on you, driving the dildo further into him.

You laugh and shove some more inside him. Swaying provocatively in his tight hole. "Oh man, if I'd only known your ass was this greedy..." You laugh and sink completely inside him. He moans, feeling so full that it makes him want to come right there.

Your hand strokes his cock, teasing its tip with your own pre-cum. "Come on, touch yourself while I fuck you from behind..." You murmur, giving him one last kiss on the shoulder before pulling the dildo almost completely out and sticking it back in. He moans loudly, blushing automatically and biting his lip. "That - oh god, so good!" He says as he accepts the offer to masturbate while you fuck him.

His hand rushes to his cock, rubbing it hard and fast, wanting nothing more than just to cum for you, to let you use his tight little hole for your pleasure. You move slowly still, but completely inside him, and this provokes him even more. The dildo touches his G-spot slowly, lingeringly, but still so provocatively..."Y/n- please fuck me" he murmurs between moans as you sink completely into him. "I will." You respond firmly, then your thrusts start to get stronger and, if there's anyone in the Kuchiki mansion, they're listening to Byakuya.

It's such a pleasure for him, touching his cock as you fuck him, hitting that sweet spot every time, making him almost explode with pleasure when you repeatedly hit it.

He rolls his eyes "Oh yes yes there! I- shit I'm gonna come!" Looking at him now it was easy to tell that he was lost in his own pleasure. sweat covered your foreheads as he was about to come. It explodes on the sheets, making a mess. You laughed as you watched him tremble, his legs weak as you continued to fuck his asshole. "Oh yeah, come on baby, be a good slut huh?" You smiled as he squirmed, his orgasm prolonged by the extra G-spot stimulation. Your thrusts are fast, strong, making his asshole clench hard around your dildo as he comes. He rolls his eyes and cries out as he feels another orgasm approaching, the knot slowly forming, making him want nothing more than to cum for you, you damned dildo that made him want to be fucked. So overwhelmed and he hasn't given up yet.

He rocks against you, making the dildo go as deep as it can. He rolls his eyes and moans loudly as he comes again, in less quantity, but still made a huge mess. You slap his ass, making him moan and jump. "Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck you until you cum again, what do you think?" You say as you sink into him completely, pulling his face up by his hair as you rain kisses on his shoulders. He whimpers, squirming, wanting nothing more than to cum, you turn him to look you in the eye. He nods before closing his eyes tightly. "Oh hell, I'm so- sensitive-" he moans, spreading his legs for you. You lift them up to shoulder height, making the position more comfortable.He screams when you hit his sweet spot again, making you smile.

Your pussy clenches into nothingness from the excitement of seeing him like this, so broken by a cock…

Just to tease him, when you see that he's close again, you pull away, taking everything out of him.He grunts angrily. "Don't do that... I was so close..." he mumbles tearfully. "Mhm, sorry, love. I just thought you were in pain, you know? You were moaning so desperately to such an arrogant, cold nobleman..." You tease him, your hand caressing his face as he gasps still. "It was pleasure." He mumbles, trying to pull himself together. "Oh? So can I say you enjoyed being fucked in the ass by me?" You tease again, planting kisses down his cheek to his neck. "Y-yes. A little..." he mumbles as red as a tomato.

You smile victoriously, knowing you've managed to break his pride. You'd make him your personal whore now, that's for sure...

"Well, I think you need to cum yet, don't you?" You laugh as he moans when you touch his needy cock. God, he's still hard as a rock!

You line yourself up at his hole again, before sinking all the way in again. His hands grab the skin of your back, scratching it a little, pulling you towards him. "Y/n- too good!" He moans in your ear. He clings to you as you fuck him relentlessly, your thrusts making him roll his eyes every time now. "You're being so good to me, Byaki," you whisper in his ear, kissing and nibbling the skin of his neck, panting.

"Yes-yes, y/n please- fuuuck make me come!" He says between moans and gasps, his cock twitching as your hand works there and the dildo in his sweet spot. "Come on, Byaki…"He rolls his eyes, choking as he comes again, tightening his legs around your waist as he shudders, his back arching as he says your name like a mantra. His cum now makes a mess on his belly and on your hands, you take a few drops and put them in your mouth before kissing him, making him taste himself.

You laugh, seeing his predicament. "Mhm, did you like that? Was I good at fucking your ass?" You ask, but he just nods, too tired from the overstimulation. You kiss his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. "Was I too hard on you?" you ask softly, caressing his chest. "No, it was fine," he murmurs and looks you in the eye, smiling softly. "Um, thank you for that, thank you for allowing me to fuck you." You whisper as you leave kisses on his chest. "You're welcome," he replies, laughing softly as he strokes your cheek. You stand up, pulling out of him and smiling at the sight of him destroyed.

"Could I count this as a victory over the much-feared Captain Kuchiki?" You mock. "No, darling." He mumbles, getting up and sitting on the bed. "Hum, what a shame." You laugh and move closer to him, hugging him. "Would you like some water? Or would you prefer a shower?"

Since then, you've certainly fucked this captain of the Kuchiki clan.

#bleach byakuya #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #he gets pegged #smut #bleach anime #• bianc! — byakuya kuchiki (^.^)

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Scary Movies

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 971

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/n loves Halloween, but is absolutely terrified of Horror films. Natasha gets her to watch one with the Avengers and it goes just about as well as you think.

An: Fluffy, like the comedian

Halloween Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

There were a few different types of people when it came to Halloween. There were the horror buffs, the Christians, the children, and the spooky, but not scary skeletons.

Y/n was definitely a spooky, but not scary skeleton. She adored Halloween, but not the scary parts. She loved decorations, candy, jack-o-lanterns, and even Halloween themed movies. Just not Horror.

The woman was easily scared. Which is why she refused to join her teammates during their scary movie marathon. While the rest of her friends were camping out in the den, she was alone in her room.

It was better this way. She couldn't have nightmares about dying a horrific death, if she avoided the material entirely.

She was in her bed, scrolling through her phone, when her bedroom door opened. She peeked over the screen to see her girlfriend in the doorway.

Natasha walked across the room and plopped herself in the bed. Her arms wrapped securely around Y/n's waist. She placed a gentle kiss on the woman's collarbone.

" What happened to the fright fest in the living room?"

Natasha caught her eyes," I'd rather be in here with you."

Y/n put her phone down," I sense ulterior motives."

Natasha's eyes darted away, "No, just wanted to be with my incredible girlfriend…"

Y/n squints her eyes," For a world renowned spy, you've never been good at lying to me."

She sighed, her hand found Y/n's, interlocking their fingers," Come watch a movie with us, just one."

Y/n shook her head," Natasha, you know I don't like horror movies. I don't get what's so fun about being terrified. "

" I'll protect you from the monsters," Natasha squeezes the other woman's hand.

Usually Y/n wouldn't have caved in so easily, but the mixture of her girlfriend begging and boredom was a formidable force.

" And the demons?"

" The demons, the witches, and murderers," Natasha kisses the back of Y/n's hand.

" Fine, one movie."

Y/n lets Natasha pull her out of bed and lead her to the den. Nat plops down in her seat next to Wanda and Y/n falls onto her lap.

" You guys have my venmo right?" Wanda speaks to the men of the team.

" Y/n, you hate scary movies," Clint complains.

" And you're so stubborn," Tony adds.

Steve shrugs," I told you guys not to bet against Wanda."

Y/n cuddles further into Natasha," Glad someone can profit off of my misery."

" Fear not Y/n, everything on the screen is fictional," Thor tries to comfort the girl.

" She knows that," Sam told him.

Bucky interjects," Well, unless it's based on a true story."

" Can we just put the movie on, before I change my mind," Y/n stops the chatter.

" We're watching SAW, just to warn you," Bruce's words cause Y/n to try to get up and leave.

Natasha's grip on the girl tightens," I promised to protect you, didn't I?"

" Saw is legitimately torture. We couldn't have done like Scream or Nightmare on Elm Street. Or any movie with bad editing and graphics that looks fake and unrealistic," Y/n begins to ramble.

" We watched those earlier," Tony shrugs at the girl.

The movie started and Natasha could feel Y/n's body stiffen. She peppered some light kisses behind the girl's ear. " I'll tell you when to close your eyes, ok? I've got you."

Y/n nodded then whispered," I trust you."

True to her word, Natasha signaled Y/n to close her eyes throughout the movie. There were times when Y/n wanted to close them, but Natasha promised her it wasn't bad. While Y/n still witnessed an abundance of the psychological torture, she missed most of the gore.

Hearing the sounds alone put the girl on edge. She was not having a good time at all. Y/n wished she'd stayed in her room. SAW was definitely a level 8 horror movie, and she could at most do a level 4.

Towards the middle of the movie, she was trembling in Natasha's arms. She kept muttering to herself every time something scary happened," I hate this. I hate this. I hate this."

Natasha felt bad seeing Y/n like that. Maybe it was a mistake forcing her to sit through the movie. Natasha had seen the movie plenty of times, she could miss the second half. Y/n needed her.

" Let's go baby," Natasha stood and Y/n clung to the spy like a koala.

The others were too enthralled with the gore to comment.

When they got back to the room, Y/n didn't let go of Natasha.

" Y/n, baby?"

The girl just buried her head deeper into Natasha's neck.

" I'm sorry, no more horror movies. I promise."

The girl still didn't respond. Natasha walked over to the bed and flopped on the bed with Y/n in her arms. That caused the scared girl to laugh a bit.

" Can we cuddle and watch Scary Godmother?"

" The cartoon?"

Y/n nodded rapidly," After so much psychological torture and murder, I need a cartoon."

" Anything you want, baby," Natasha made herself comfortable in bed.

"And um… no games for awhile," Y/n added as she started the PG-rated movie.

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows," Like any games? Or just-"

" All games," Y/n answered swiftly.

Natasha swung her arm around the woman," Got it, no games."

The two got comfortable watching the childish film. The scary thoughts that had swarmed Y/n's mind during the horror film were slowly making their way out. With the warmth radiating off of Natasha and the silly movie on the screen, she felt safe.

She was still not a big horror fan, but maybe it wasn't so bad if she ended up watching a childish movie in her girlfriend's arms.

#Natasha Romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x Reader #natasha romanoff imagine #the avengers imagine #the avengers

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gregoftom · 10 months

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when do you think tom first planned to use the sticker on greg?

from the very moment conner was explaining what the stickers were, the thought of greg entered his head? (with a fun little smile at the idea?) and then the mini heartbreak of the bathroom scene, and then he decided, yknow what, I still want him, I still want to claim him as mine? (I'm still going to fight for his job by my side because I still want him to come with me)

or do you think it was after the bathroom scene, and tom finds the stickers in his pocket, and he's holding them and thinking goddammit I still want to keep him? and maybe realises he needs to show him that he's got him. or claim him as his own and no one else's, not the sibling's, and then in the actual moment it just turned way more tender because how could it not with those seductive sad eyes.

it's minor differences but it's sooooo interesting. because tom had those stickers in his pocket knowing he was going to place one on greg, after letting him squirm just a little bit. and I'm just fascinated when tom got that idea. and was it something he always wanted to do, or was it instead/also a recognition that greg needed a gesture.

and because like...it so easily could have been a little bit of a bitter possessive thing? like, this is a chain, stop having ideas to run off to other people, I'm sick of it, your mine. but instead the moment felt SO comforting? like sweetie shhh it's ok, no need to be fretful anymore, I promised to take care of you and I have, because I want you with me.

I just. tom WHEN did you think to sticker greg and WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD when you decided to or even decided you were still going to even after greg got skittish. I need answers, wambsgans, and they're probably written all over your romantic fucking heart

omg first of all I SWEAR TO GOD i answered this!!! but i might have hit delete by accident on my phone SOB i'm sorry so let me try again.

second of all WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR ROMANTIC FUCKING HEART DO NOT SAY THAT TO MEEEEe oh god that's so true, fuck. ough!!!! you'd find greg's fingerprints there too, i'd bet. as for when he decided i honestly don't know but your thoughts of when it was is all interesting bc it alters the meaning of the sticker scene very slightly in different ways!

i think... i think he maybe had the thought as sort of like, something in his mind when connor said "covet" because he didn't end up putting any stickers on anything, so clearly he wasn't interested in anything material [throw out all of your stuff for love] and he didn't want anything connected to the roys [linking back to this ask wrt to tom wanting to break out of the whole roy bullshit and take greg with him thereby "castrating" him of his roy lineage] and maybe he looked at them for a moment like oh haha, yeah, if i Could put this on anything i'd put it on greg. but it was a throwaway thought. greg wouldn't want that, the last time i did something that insane he wasn't interested.

but then came the bathroom fight and i think that bitchslap kinda knocked some sense into him. they moved towards each other and i Know it wasn't to fight more. but then he had to leave bc he had to sort out a battle plan and he was hurt and frustrated and god damnit greg, why why why. then he saw the stickers in his hand [which he held with his ring hand by the way. which greg also snorted coke off of, and KISSED beforehand, and kissing of the ring indicates subordination and devotion as well as exchanging of souls, plus the fact tom was going to sit with GREG AND HIS FAMILY at the funeral. you see where i'm going with this.] and i think he probably remembered his silly little idea and stored that away. and then later on in the finale when greg came back to him he was like ITS NOW OR NEVER. i don't know if he knew greg would come back, judging by his smile and dopey hearteyes, i think he wasn't sure 100% but boy was he glad. so he took the sticker and claimed greg, probably heart in his fucking throat.

but greg................ accepted it this time! greg was smiling and nodding and looking him up and down and accepting an arm stroke oh!!! and yeah it was absolutely Not a bitter moment at all it was way too...... sweet, and laced with something. even normies have been saying it's a tender moment between them. it was more like tom putting his heart on the line and saying i want you, even though you've hurt me, after all we've been through. and greg understanding finally why tom has been so laser focused on getting to high status/ceo and pushing him out, it's not because he's pulling away from him it's because he was determined to keep him! greg understanding that tom is choosing him, just like tom has been his choice for the entire season. greg is not the only one who has been choosing the love of his life in s4. that's what their whole thing has been about, especially greg. choices. and greg's choice has always been tom. even when he "betrayed" him, he did not give his name and he did not mean to do it specifically to the detriment of tom.

everything is so much every day i thank jesse succession that we won so hard thank you my man. thank you

#tomgreg

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Contents: M!OC x M!OC, vampires, oral sex, cockwarming,

Lachlan Riddick belongs to @inkyquince

Dread was an expert at being on his knees. 200+ years of attending church along with just as many years seducing who knew how many kine so he could gobble them up had taught him the skill well. If he were a lesser man with only one mortals worth of experience, he may have given up on his task by now, but Dread was disciplined and patient and-

Losing his absolute mind!

His mouth was full of his favorite cock – the biggest, fastest, juiciest one he'd ever seen in his 200 years – and he was stuck nursing the beautiful thing rather than worshipping it because his precious Lala wouldn't give in and just fuck his mouth already. It was a cruel joke that he could be nearly choking on the thing – or, he would be if he could choke – and still not be able to enjoy it fully. But he supposed this was retribution for his own stupid idea.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” Dread said as he pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and undid Lachlan’s torn jeans enough to free his massive, heavy cock. He smiled mischievously as he kissed the bulbous head of Lachlan’s cock. Once, twice, then a quick lick along the veins that ran through the length of his shaft. “It’s not fair.”

Ignoring the small Lasombra for any amount of time was unfair by his standards. Lala could spoil him every moment of the day and it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the part of him that demanded to be adored.

Lachlan looked down at him with a toothy grin and eyes like fog that Dread could get lost in over and over again. “Do what you gotta do.”

Dread returned Lala’s look with a cocky smirk and a wink. “Bet you won’t be able to ignore me anymore after this~”

Then, he parted his black tinted lips wide and wrapped them around Lala's thick cock head, swallowing him down deep into the back of his throat and waiting for Lala to admit defeat to his well-trained mouth.

That was a long time ago though. If Dread could tell time, he would probably even be able to say just how obnoxiously long he had been on his knees while mindlessly drooling around the cock. Goodness knows he was painfully hard just imagining when Lala would finally snap and fuck his throat raw.

His pale icy eyes looked up at Lala, trying to see how close he was to cracking. Based on the knowing, arrogant grin staring down at him through strings of flesh, the answer was not at all.

"You gonna give up, sugar tits?"

Dread's brows knitted together.

"Hey, I'm loving you slobbering all over my dick. I ain't gonna stop you from sucking on it."

That sounded really good right now; sucking on Lala's dick like it was an ice pop in summer (not that Dread knew what it was like to actually eat an ice pop, but the vivid image in his head of licking and sucking and deepthroating such a task treat was a familiar one all the same). The thought left him squirming where he kneeled, hips rolling against the air in a futile attempt to get any kind of friction.

The humiliation and frustration of their stand-off was made worse when he imagined how many kine must have been watching both of them with lust in their eyes; the same that were hollering for him to start the real show already. He didn't mind an audience, but a part of him was twitching to tell them to fuck off and stop staring at his Lala – his Lala who was handsome enough to make any whore (read: Dread) drop their panties with just a look and absolutely vile enough to leave those same whores little better than the fleshlights he went through so easily.

His head began to spin, filled with thoughts of how brutally Lachlan would tear up his throat the moment he snapped. He'd shove that monster so violently down his throat that it would choke him. Lala would pump his stomach full of hot, thick cum then pick him up and use his tight hole whatever way he wanted after all his teasing and that… that was a hot thought.

Dread was the one who finally gave in.

He didn't bother to hide or disguise the disgustingly wet, sloppy sounds that filled the air as he began to bob his head over Lala's length. His tongue hungrily slumped at the stream of veins that ran across Lala's cock, moaning deep in his throat at the taste he loved so dearly and hoping that Lala could feel how deep his perverse desire to be fucked stupid ran.

As Dread began to pull back, he felt two fists ball in his hair.

His gaze trailed upward – past the hem of Lachlan's old tank top, over the shiny golden piercings that littered his collar bone, ignoring the mouth and melting lips he wanted to so badly devour with his own – until his cool blue eyes were locked on the cloudy ones staring back down at him, hungry and eager.

Lala's fangs glistened through his flaps of skin and something twisted around inside of Dread and made him melt.

“Ya done fuckin’ around, sugar tits?”

Dread was back to humping the air, silently begging for what he knew came next.

Lachlan’s fists tightened in the smaller kindred’s long black hair and pushed him forward until his nose was pressed against the curly hairs that grew across his pelvis. He was gonna fucking enjoy ruining his throat after putting up with that bullshit teasing for so long.

Lachlan loved a whore that knew how to use their mouth – or any hole, really – but tolerating Dread’s tantrum was a way to test him. Cockwarming was fun as shit, especially when the hole holding onto his dick was nice and warm, but he didn't want to hold back; he wanted to fuck that face that looked up at him so adoringly and twist it round until is was a mess for him.

He pulled back on Dread's hair, slowly pulling the man off his cock before violently shoving him forward again while thrusting his hips into the wet mouth that was now sucking at him so eagerly.

The whines and whimpers that vibrated around his cock begged for more, for something rougher and less caring and aggressive. Dread wanted Lala right now, however he would have him.

"Get it sloppy, pretty boy.” Because as soon as Dread was done, Lachlan was going to yank him off and fuck his ass so hard it would jumpstart his heart back to life.

#h2ho #a cool drink of water #dread the lasombra #lachlan the nosferatu #talking oc #tw cockwarming

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diabelskoga · 3 months

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sanji & nami for the ship meme!!

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you... ( accepting! )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? Sanji with something special, like something romantic, so you know it's more serious!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? Nami, because Sanji would be absolutely nervous because Sanji rarely kisses a lot of people. The nervousness making him sweat just a little.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? Both perhaps? Sanji with the many affectionate nicknames for Nami though!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? Sanji, but we know Nami can cook here and there, so Sanji wouldn't mind her cooking for him! ( But he prefers cooking for someone like her. )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? God, probably Nami? Sanji rarely listens to a lot of music, and he's probably more into something like jazz????

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? Nami perhaps? Sanji is absolutely fine with it <3

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? Sanji, he has to get up very early to prepare for a delicious and well-thought-out breakfast!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? Nami, likely because coffee is usually the last thing that Sanji makes!

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? Sanji, but if Nami ever wants to be the big spoon, she can!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? UHHH, depends on who's on watch. But perhaps Nami

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? Nami, but sometimes Sanji, so a bit of both really!

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? Sanji, but he respects Nami if she doesn't want any PDA currently!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? Sanji, he snores

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? Nami perhaps? Then again, they easily get annoyed at others ( minus people like Robin ofc! )

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? I'mma say they equally initiate, but likely Nami because I bet she's more confident than Sanji is!

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? Sanji! He's prepared a big romantic dinner and has the ring somewhere in the dessert!

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: For canon-wise, there are a lot of favourite memories. ( Because lbr, It's Sanji we're talking about. ) Considering the moments that Sanji has caught her in his arms, and how she feels safe in them, smiling at him is his favourite. ( Like in the Whole Cake Island Arc! ) Headcanon-wise. When the sunlight hits right while Nami is over at her tangerine trees, seeing that peace and tranquil on her face, and that smile. That will always be his favourite. Because she's happy and likely thinking of Bellemere.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: Having to fight Luffy in front of her, and crushing her hopes and such. Because they came to save him, and Sanji couldn't risk it. It's both a regret and something that Sanji probably/maybe would've done again if it meant protecting his crewmates if their lives were in danger. ( In a sense that is too risky, so Sanji would probably have to commit to lying again to make sure no one is harmed, and even those like his found-family on the Baratie are safe. But luckily, or hopefully that won't happen again. ) But he hates the look, that painful and betrayed look on her face. That slap was deserved.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: The whole Big Mama thing. So everything would be okay, and old wounds wouldn't be opened, or new wounds being cut through because of what happened.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: Hmmmm, I'd say Sanji thinks that Nami's love language could be surrounded by Acts of Service? That or/and Quality Time.

#chatcambrioleur #[ ANS ] ── * ORDER UP ( 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘬𝘰𝘨𝘢 )

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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One of the Family

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 843

Request: you can do one where jay is dating lydia who is about 23 and they are expecting a baby and jay wants to introduce her to his friends and will his brother already knows about that two year relationship

@andreahalstead24

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In the two years you been with Jay, you'd never met the rest of the Intelligence unit. They knew he was in a relationship, of course, and that it was serious, but that was as far as it went.

You didn't mind. Jay had a difficult, risky job, and more than one of his unit's romantic partner's had been caught in the crossfire of the kinds of people they went after. Jay was nothing if not protective.

So, you were as lowkey as possible outside of work; not that no one knew you were together. Will knew, Jay couldn't keep it a secret from his brother for too long. As soon as he'd found out Jay was in a relationship he'd pestered and nagged him until Jay had caved and introduced the two of you, much to his chagrin whenever you got together and playfully ganged up on him.

Now, well, now things were different, changing, in more ways than one.

You were pregnant.

The news was a shock, but an exciting one. You were starting a new chapter in your lives, and with that came the discussion on whether to finally introduce you to the unit.

"They're my family," Jay was telling you as you sat on your couch in the apartment you shared, tone serious as he held your hands, "I want them to be a part of our family, but it's up to you, I know there's a risk, people could use you to get to me-"

"Jay," you stopped him short, already giving the topic more than enough thought before this very conversation, "it's worth the risk. I love you, and you're right, they're your family, and they should be a part of this."

You brought both your hand and his to your belly, smiling softly. Jay sighed in relief and the tension visibly left his shoulders.

"Should we do this then?" He asked, standing and bringing you up with him as he smiled broadly.

"We should," you nodded definitively as Jay leaned down to kiss you.

Now or never.

By the time you got to Molly's, hand in hand, the place was relatively packed. Jay spotted his unit easily, though, sat together a bit further back from the front door in a booth, already a drink in to the evening.

Kev saw you come in first, tilting his head a little as he took you both in before nodding his head to Kim and Adam sat opposite him, causing them to turn their heads to see you, eyes wide. Adam gestured to Voight and Hailey at the bar, but Voight had seen both of you come in.

Voight was definitely who you were the most nervous about meeting. Jay picked up on that and squeezed your hand.

"Don't worry," he reassured you, "I'd bet Voight knows who you are already, probably knows where your parents live and what your childhood pet was called."

You both laughed as you approached the booth. You knew what Jay meant; from everything Jay had told you about his Sergeant, you wouldn't be surprised if he'd done a thorough background check on you as soon as you and Jay had started seeing each other.

"Everyone, this is Y/N," Jay announced as you reached the table, grinning.

"Nice to meet you," Kim said first.

"Where has Jay been hiding you?" Kev laughed.

"So you're the one who has him wrapped around your finger," Adam joked.

Everyone embraced you with open arms and shuffled around to allow you both to fit at the table as Hailey and Voight returned.

"You must be the partner," she smiled warmly.

"You must be the other partner," you replied, accepting the hand she offered to shake.

"Get you a drink?" She offered.

"Yeah, pick your poison, it's on all of us tonight," Adam clapped Jay on the back and Jay jokingly shoved him away.

"Actually," your eyes slid to Jay's and he gave the faintest nod before you continued, you doubted anyone else noticed, "I'll be having water if you don't mind."

"A water?" Kev looked up from the drinks menu he'd grabbed and slowly lowered it to the table.

"A water," Jay confirmed with a barely contained smile.

"What-" Adam started to ask when Kim elbowed him, eyes wide as she gasped.

"Congratulations," Hailey told you first, glaring at Jay in a way that said he'd be having words with him for keeping this from her later.

"That's fantastic, congrats brother," Kev told Jay.

"Oh my god you guys," Kim leaned over to give you a hug as the light bulb finally went off in Adam's head.

"You're pregnant," he pointed to you, then to Jay, "she's pregnant?"

Jay nodded, still grinning as Kim gave him a hug.

"Welcome to the family," Voight said from just behind you, offering you a nod that told you he approved.

You noticed Will sat at the bar and he winked from his stool.

You smiled proudly to yourself as the buzz continued around you, feeling accepted into the fold at last.

Jay Halstead tag list:

@nevaehstreater18

@luckyladycreator2

#jay halstead #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagines #chicago pd imagines #jay halstead one shot #chicago pd one shot #one shot

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soobskies · 1 year

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Hi :> I'm still new to tumblr so idk how to use it but for now I'll post a soobinxreader story

You were always labelled as the nerd kid in your expensive school, who only got in with a scholarship. Soobin on the other hand was known for being the rich and cool kid who has atleast 10 dates a day and also the principals son.

Your first impression of him was a mean jerk since he always had a bunch of girls around him always acted like a brat towards everyone even the teachers knowing he could get away with everything since his dad was the principal and just show his puppy dog eyes at him.

At lunch time soobin was hanging out with his friend group until taehyun suggested an idea to make a bet with soobin "If y/n falls for you in a month you get 10k from each of us" Since Soobin had alot of pride said "I could do it in a few days." sarcastically.

While you were studying for your upcoming test in the library an unexpected visitor came in, when he came closer to you you thought he was going to talk to the pretty girl behind you and went back to reading your book. Then suddenly you heard someone pulling out a chair infront of you, it was Soobin. "Would you like to-" before he even finished his sentence you replied with a cold "No." "But I was saying-" "I'm not interested"

"Why not" he asked "I don't even need to explain how you're always not up to anything good" you said while proceeding to read your book. He kept tugging on your shirt and just sat there until he knew you wouldn't even budge.

The next day in the cafeteria yeonjun asked "How is it going? With you and y/n?" "She didn't even let me finish my sentence!" Soobin said, scoffing.

At the end of history class, he came by to your seat, attempting to ask you again. This time you don't interrupt. "Would you like to go out with me?" he said softly. Remembering the times when he used to bully you, you said "No" He asked "Why?" You simply just said "Attitude, try to change a bit" "If I change would you agree to go out with me?" You teasingly said "Maybe"

After a few days, you notice some things changing about soobin. How he refuses to go out with some girls, tries to be nicer to the people around him. One time he even helped arrange the books in the library, you found him so sweet but then remembered it was all for you to go out with him.

It's been a few weeks since he last asked you that question, until he finally asked again. You thought hard about it then said " Why not?" His face lit up with excitement hearing those words come out of your mouth. Accidentally pulling you in a hug, you didn't want to pull away, you liked his presence.

He planned a movie date with you. It was a horror movie and you were easily scared. Gripping into his shirt, holding his hand and trying to hide your face with the box of popcorn. He found you really cute that way, so mesmerizing to look at. "Y/n" he slowly whispered your name "What is it?" "I love you" then pulled you close to him.

After the movie ended you went to a cafe and got some coffee, , sitting on the table you couldn't stop noticing how soobin keeps looking at you every now and then.

When he drove you home he kissed you on the lips infront of your door, his lips were so soft and you could still taste the chocolate drink he had earlier. You waved goodbye to him and you just couldn't sleep after that. All you had in mind was S O O B I N

The next day at school you and soobin were inseparable. You both were having a great time until his friends showed up. "So you finally got her to fall for you? Here's your 40k" Taehyun said loud enough for you to hear. "What is this all about?" Soobin tried to stop taehyun but he said " It was all a bet" Those words shattered your heart to pieces and you run to the bathroom. Tears falling for your eyes, thinking about the good times you had with soobin, it was all... Fake.

The next few days soobin wouldn't stop trying to call, text and explain to you. You wouldn't give in, promised to yourself that you will never fall for anyone again. After you avoided him, soobin never dated anyone else in the meanwhile. He was determined to explain to you.

He went to the library where he knew you would be there. And of course, as soon as you saw him you were already getting out of your chair, soobin held your hand just before you were about to leave. "Please, just let me explain" You were silent, wanting to give him a chance to speak up. "Yeah, it was all a bet at first but when I started changing my attitude, I learnt that being nice and kind was better than being a jerk like in the past, in that moment I fell for you, wanting you in my presence. I wanted to tell you about the bet but I was afraid that you will hate me, please forgive me." he said, tears almost falling from his eyes. You couldn't help but melt from his words. "How about we start again?" you said. Both of you walked out of the library, holding hands.

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #soobin x reader

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zeldadiarist · 2 years

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Zelink Week 2022, Day Four

Hello! This @zelinkweekofficial prompt was inspired by one of the first fanarts I got for this AU, made by the one and only Emiisley (on Instagram). Also by that scene at Pemberley from 2006 P&P because the Hercules ref is blatant.

Not so fun fact: I’m an art conservator. Some people do kiss statues, specially religious ones. I’ve removed lipstick from some. Eww.

Day four: Statue (I Won’t Say I’m in Love)

An excess.

That's what Zelda thought immediately after seeing the life size, extremely detailed and lifelike sculpture in front of her that was hidden in Queen Ajah's garden in the Gerudo Palace while she was attending a protocolar soirée.

The curls in perfect disarray.

That obnoxiously perfect pointy nose, so not Gerudo, and oh so Hylian.

The chiseled - pun intended - cheekbones and jaw that contrasted with the fullness and soft lines of the lips.

The rich textures and elegant folds on the suit it wore.

The reflexive expression in its eyes.

Everything in it screamed a likeness to the original that was almost uncanny. Zelda felt if she touched the sculpture, it would magically turn to flesh and bone.

She wouldn't know if to kiss him or kick his ass if that happened, though (maybe the latter wasn't a good idea if she was wearing a vaporous beige colored tulle party dress. Not that the former was better either. Any art conservator would murder her for leaving lipstick marks on marble!). Link had stopped answering her messages for good a long time ago - almost two years - and their relationship would definitely take a lot to mend.

Nabooru and Rutela, the former the daughter of the party host and the latter, the Zora Princess, simply observed her expression of almost offended shock, trying their best not to laugh at her.

"I can bet a Zora scale she would be less impressed if it were the real Link," Rutela commented with snark.

"I hope your mom didn't spend taxpayer money on this…" she pointed out to Nabooru, circling the sculpture with her right index finger.

Marble was definitely not a cheap sculpting material, but the artist clearly splurged on… scrumptiousness - a thought Zelda saved to herself.

"She didn't, Peaches," she eased her small friend's sort of concern. "Master Pikango offered his work for free when my mom told her who the subject was. She intends to bring it to the royal hall when he turns twenty-one next month, or he accepts his title of Son of the Desert Wind."

Zelda raised a quizzical brow. “And Link was willing to pose for this?”

“Do you actually know Linny as well as you think?” Rutela asked the tiny Hylian with snark.

“People change their minds, as much as they can change their appearance.” She shrugged, her puffed sleeves making the gesture more dramatic. “So he could…”

“Of course he didn’t,” Nabooru cleared out. “It’s just based on pictures of him, just like the portrait you saw in the hall.”

“Oh, that one.” Zelda saved another thought for herself, realizing Master Pikango certainly had done a good job - his lips looked as kissable as the real ones, but she’d rather be dead than say that out loud. “He looks sleepy instead of dreamy, not gonna lie.”

The Zora and Gerudo princesses laughed loudly, knowing Zelda was right in her description, and returned inside the palace.

The rest of the evening was as every formal party she had attended since she was thirteen: structured and boring, so she was dying to sneak out, waiting for the perfect chance to do so. She was fortunate to be able to hide easily thanks to the average size of most guests - these were the occasions she was thankful for being short.

Her steps led her to the Gerudo Queen’s garden once more, where she almost had a heart attack seeing a large shadow looming over her - just to realize it was just the lonely sculpture of Link.

“You’re just as quiet as the original,” she said to it, “but definitely on the pale side.” She laughed at her own bad joke.

Under the moonlight, she took another look at the depiction of her estranged friend. Every perfectly rendered detail in it evoked a deep heartache in her, for it reminded her of the indifference he had shown the last times they met before they had their bitter last conversation.

She leaned against the cold marble with a bittersweet smile, wrapping her arms around herself longingly.

Usually, her companion whenever she snuck out of the events at Hyrule Castle was always Link. They talked and fooled around like the kids they were. She loved that.

And still, despite everything that happened between them, she loved him.

She would never admit to others, lest to her inner circle, but she would make an exception for her unexpected, silent companion.

“I miss you so much.”

#zelink week 2022 #zelink #modern zelink #golden chain au

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a-regular-ol-pill · 2 years

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Waiy wait wait- ok but tigreal as ur sugar daddy tho (remember his special skin 😳 tell me that didn't radiate big rich daddy energy) f! reader if u may. Thank youuu <3 no pressure tho feel free to ignore

- 🥛

"I'm gonna treat you better than anyone else that you've met."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Tigreal, You.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so sorry if the gif isn't moving. I tried my best but the smoke just wouldn't work. I also kind of made Tigreal needy in this because he seemed to be the type of guy to act like a baby in the morning..

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Warning(s); 'Damn', Kind of angst with comfort, Someone being a creep and staring?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"What's the shame in having a sugar daddy? He'll treat you like a queen." (Modern AU)

Usually, you'd wake up to a cold, and empty room— Where you'd get up just to take a cold shower. But that's not the case. Right now, you're in a large, two people bedroom. And in the arms of your loving boyfriend, Tigreal. Usually, something like this for you must be a dream, but no. Your childhood friend stepped up, confessed his feelings, and even offered to be your sugar daddy just incased you refused. Well, the reason for you accepting both of his offer— Was because you'll benefit, twice than if you only pick one of his offers.

Tigreal's been treating you like you're a princess, or his queen, giving you very expensive gifts and offering to get a vacation together to some tourist attraction. He was the best lover you could ask for, and not because he spends money like air for you— You get sick? Boom, bed tied until you get better while he does everything in his power to take care of you. You come back home tired and don't want to stand around? He'll carry you straight to a warm bath and massage your sore legs.

In short, it was the best decision you've ever made, agreeing to receive, and love him back. You could go on and on about it. Not until you felt soft kisses being pressed to the back of your neck, and the hands wrapped around you becoming tighter around your small frame. Instantly, a huge smile lit up on your face. "Good morning baby.." He whispered, it's definitely obvious from his low, and husky voice that he was still sleepy from waking up. If you could see his face right now, you bet he would look handsome from the gentle, yellow light.

"Good morning sleepy head. Can you let go of me now so I can prepare us food to eat?" You asked politely, shivering when you felt him snuggle up to you, and breathe into your neck. The moment he inhaled your scent, he pulled you close, so your back could lay flat againts his chest. "We'll order take-out. I need to cuddle you." He complained, purposefully tangling his legs with yours so you were physically stuck together with him. "You big baby, we've been ordering take-out since yesterday." You reminded him of the awful delivery service you got yesterday— Yet he insisted on not letting you get out of bed.

After awhile of squirming, and complaining to him about his huge body— His phone rang from beside you. You braced yourself as he whined and reached from above you to grab his phone. Eventually, you ended up in between his legs, with him kneeling above you when he struggled to hold the phone right. You got a front row seat to hear, and see him talking to one of his colleagues— Alucard. Seeing him clench his teeth, and knit his brows together without ever knowing what Alucard was saying looked incredibly attractive.

After the call was at its end, you took his cheek and leaned up to feel his warm lips. He was taken aback by the action, but put his phone down to press you down and kiss you back. Keep in mind that he was much, much bigger than you in terms of sizes. So when he pulled away and got ahold of your hand— He easily took the other one, held them tight above your head, then began kissing all over your face. Making you let out soft laughs and breathless giggles from the ticklish sensation.

"You really can't wait for one phone call, princess?" He kissed your nose, and you shook your head no as an answer. He went ahead and playfully kissed around your neck, you squirmed and laughed softly. "Baby stop.." You laughed out, he simply chuckled and kept kissing you to tickle you even more. "You wanted kisses, you're getting everything." Due to his immense strength, you couldn't possibly get away, but you somehow did— You raised your palm and gently pushed on his face. Shaking slightly when you tried to hold back your giggles.

"If you do that, we won't get kisses for the rest of the day." You told him, his eyebrows furrowed together right after. "That's not how it works." His voice was muffled, but then he pulled your hand away to kiss you directly on the lips. A gentle silence coated the air while you two shared a longing, and passionate kiss. Your heart felt so full with the love he had in the kiss, and you had to pull away— Not for air, but for your poor overflowing heart's sake.

Tigreal chuckled softly at your closed eyes, and struggling body. "Want to go to a restaurant, baby? Visit the mall and get you anything you want?" He asked, letting go of your hand— That was apparently, still being held by him. You hesitated to answer, he'd been spending so much on you, and you wanted so badly to say no. But he helped you decide; "Don't worry baby, we agreed on this, didn't we? I tend your financial needs and you just love me."

You mentally fought with yourself, then nodded, gasping when he picked you up in his arms and helped you to the bathroom. The surprised look on his face had him laughing as the warm water filled the tub. "Go on baby, I'll give you a massage and wash your back. Is that okay for you?" He offers, placing you down onto your legs and turning away so you could strip your clothes. This wasn't the first time that he'd offer to do something intimate like that. But it will surely, and definitely not be the last.

After you'd stripped and got into the tub, you tap his leg and turn away. Hearing his clothes shuffle before the water gently splashed around you. The cold air was certainly painful, but with Tigreal's warmth. You should be able to oblige with the freezing air of the air-conditioning. "Is it too cold? You're shivering." He points out, hands laying on your shoulder, and thumb resting againts the edge of your shoulder blades.

You were about to refuse, but knowing how easily he could spot your stubbornness, you nodded. Leaning your head back once he applied pressure on your shoulder blades using his thumbs. "That's my good girl. Thank you for being honest, baby." He praised, massaging your shoulders and shoulder blades. You had to admit, being called 'baby' all the time made you feel some type of way. But nonetheless, you two enjoyed your bath together and got dressed.

Tigreal could not have been more dad like on the way to the mall. He kept babbling, and telling stories like he's been living since the eighties when you know fully well that both of you attended kindergarten together. It was hilarious to hear a ton of dad jokes from him, not because they were funny. But because he kept repeating the same ones over and over again. Only to hear you say that he already told you that. It was truly those things that you love him.

Once you found yourself walking to the entrance from the parking lot, you notice Tigreal's eyes shifting away from you to somewhere else. You worried that something may be wrong, but when he whispered a soft sorry and gently hugged you with his whole body covering your behind, you realized what had happened. Your clothes consisted of an oversized lavander top and a very short hotpants that made you look like you were only wearing that top.

Someone must've been looking, thank god Tigreal didn't confront the person. Or else security would have been kicking him out. "I'm so sorry baby." You whispered, pulling him aside to a corner after you both entered the mall. His eyes was filled with worry, and that worry was for you. "It's alright. We're gonna get you to a clothing store and change you into something else.." He said, keeping you close to his chest. You leaned back on him, doing your best to comfort him because he thinks he should have been able to do something about earlier— even though it was in your control! Not his!

After a moment of looking around in a store, something caught your eye. Tigreal immediately noticed it, and followed to where you were looking. Without even a second thought, he took your hand and went over to the matching outfit you saw. Your eyes grew wide upon seeing the price tag. "I don't think we should-." Well... too late. He'd already made up his mind, after all. You both signed up for it, and he'll willingly give you everything that caught your eye.

He called for a employee, asked for the outfit with your size, and didn't make you argue when you're pushed inside the changing room with the outfit you eyed. You subconciously bit your lip while looking at it, the cloth used was so high quality, it made you feel out of place when you tried it on— This was one of the times that you hated Tigreal's insisting, and giving personality. You were once low financially, and now, literally off the grid with Tigreal as your lover. Your thoughts ran wild, and it seems that you took too long. Because Tigreal went ahead and stepped inside the changing room.

His breath hitched upon seeing you standing there. Your back turned againts him, but your front being oh so visible for him in the mirror. His voice caught your attention, and brought you back to the place you were. "You looks so beautiful, baby. You have such a good eye on something as valuable as you." He then wrapped his arms around you, humming softly upon noticing that you were upset. "What's wrong, baby? You hungry? We can pay for the outfit, and you can try it on-."

You sniffled. "It's not that, this thing is in the thousands, with two digits, and you're willing to buy it just like that? Because I found it to be amazing looking? It's so unfair to you, I can't return the favor financially." He could tell that you were gonna cry, so he gently hushed your hiccups and takes your face into his hands. Needing to go to his knees to make you look directly into his eyes.

And, of course. He always finds a way to comfort you. "Don't cry, baby. Okay? You're worth a lot more to me than money. I don't give a single damn about you not being able to help me in any way, except making me feel loved. Our relationship is worth more that I've saved and spent, and I'd be so stupid to make you feel useless and needing to be reliant of other people. Like right now, I'm so stupid to make you cry like this. Don't blame yourself for anything, understand?"

Damn it, how can you say no— When he's cradling you in his arms, not caring about how much time you've spent in the changing room calming down?

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

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New Fandom Journey!

Well, friends, we all know I love SoMa to the ends of the earth, but I have to admit that as my baby keeps me up for all hours of the night I've been able to get into Spy x Family and I'm OBSESSED with Twiyor. Since they've been taking up room rent-free in my brain, I've written a quick one-shot in hopes of breaking into the fandom. Please let me know your opinions- the good, the bad, and the ugly. Without further delay, here's:

Trying

Summary: After a failed party, both Loid and Yor have to examine feelings they've always been hesitant to explore. ((Disclaimer: marked not canon compliant because I'm 100000% sure they're not going to give us a romance this easily in the series.))

Read it on AO3, ff.net, or below!

Parties could be broken down into a simple equation that always equaled the upkeep of the mission. Parading in front of Yor's "friends"—if that's what you could call those terrible banshees from her office—added a layer of safety to the act. It was imperative regardless of Loid's personal feelings–though he had to admit the deep loathing was a thick, inky smog that often threatened to strangle him.

"How long have they been married?"

The twitter of an unfamiliar voice had Loid's ear perked, making him tilt his head ever so slightly towards the kitchen.

"Oh, who cares? Regardless of the time, it's strange."

"Strange" was never the word Loid wanted to hear.

"Well, he can't be the problem. He already has a daughter."

Regardless of the calm he tried to exude, Loid prickled, eye twitching momentarily. Yor, his mind whispered protectively.

"She's probably barren. It wouldn't be a surprise. I bet it happened when she was selling–"

This time his neck snapped towards the disgusting voices along with the involuntary stomping step of his foot. He could see his actions easily playing out: busting into the kitchen, parting those venomous harpies, and defending his wife– the woman he chose– the woman he–

Yor's delicate, cool fingers wrapped around his, catching his momentum before it could become a whirlwind. The view as he turned his head was even more infuriating than those creeping words. Yor was smiling softly—knowingly—at him with more a wisp of melancholia than the bitterness she deserved to harbor. Before that could spur his feet again, she squeezed their connection, leaving him with a message he could barely swallow:

Don't.

The taste of bile laced his tongue as he produced a grin in return. Just a loving couple exchanging a glance. Just a happily married pair weaving their fingers together in a sweet exchange. As if to make the moment count, Loid leaned down, his lips lingering closely to her ear. "I want to leave."

To anyone else those words would be a loving whisper, not a desperate plea.

To every other partygoer the kiss that he dusted along that elegant cheekbone would be a stereotypical exchange, not an uncalculated, knee-jerk mistake.

To everyone but Loid Folger that moment would be a sweet interlude, not another wall crumbling.

Yor stared at the darkened ceiling, worrying the sheets in her fingers as they rested on her chest. The party had gone much like all the others, but this time a sour air followed them home, wrapping tightly around Loid. There was no mistaking the cause either– it was her.

That wasn't the first time she'd heard the whispers, and the subject matter itself wasn't a surprise. Married women had children. It was a natural order, one that any normal couple would follow. Instead, she was unnatural– as she always was. There was no hope, even if Loid was–

Her eyes snapped shut, desperate and tight against the thoughts and maybe even the threat of tears. In the darkness, a terrible muttering voice hit her:

How long until he realizes how wrong you are?

Yor's breath faltered as she lunged to sit. The sheets crumpled at her waist, her hands now white knuckled fists in her lap.

How long until you lose this place? Anya? Him?

Stumbling steps brought her out of bed and into the hallway as if the whisper could be left behind, escaped from like a monster under the bed. She settled on the hopes of a cool glass of water washing away some of the constriction in her throat and started for the kitchen. As she emerged from the hallway, her feet planted, knees rocking unsteady.

Loid was standing at the window of the terrace, the moonlight painting the exquisite lines of his face as he stared into the night. He'd loosened his tie and pulled up his sleeves, but otherwise had remained unchanged from the party as if still trapped in that moment.

He's upset. Her heart lurched, making her feet follow suit and trespass closer. Graceful steps whispered across the hardwood until they reached the small square of carpet at the armchair.

He jumped, head swiveling as his eyes widened. "Yor? What are you doing awake?"

"Um…" She scooped up her elbows to hug herself around the middle. "Just getting some water."

The soft smile that she would normally enjoy slowly graced his fine lips. "Don't let me keep you. You need your rest." As swiftly as he'd turned, he was back, now only showing the clean lines of hair along his neck.

I can't. Yor's nails pressed crescents into her skin. "Loid?" His name quaked off her tongue but still earned her his gentle gaze again. "I-is something the matter?"

If she had blinked she would have missed the ever so slight shift in his eyebrows or the quick dip in his smile, but she was all too aware of every inch of him. "Why would it be?" While the tone dripped with Loid's usual nonchalant detachment, Yor couldn't shake the surety of the shadow that spread across his features.

She swallowed, mouth dry and heart thundering, but forced the words anyway: "I know what you heard."

Finally, truth came in the set of his jaw and the drop of all pretenses of a smile. "Don't concern yourself with my feelings on that. I'm only bothered that you had to hear it."

"But I'd like to…"

His eyebrows started to rise.

Yor hugged a little tighter, wishing the pleasant pressure of her own arms would bring her comfort. "I'd like to know how you feel."

His fist clenched at his side, relaxed, and then seized again. It was a heart beating in time, working away towards some end that left Yor breathless.

“Loid?” she barely managed through a trembling exhale.

His profile shone again, a moonlight halo as he glanced back at the window. “Yor…” His eyes narrowed at the night, worried lines interrupting the smooth eyebrows. “Have a drink with me?”

Loid stared at the deep crimson in the glass, listening to Yor’s breath and the soft clink of her nail against the stem. What was your plan? His throat constricted, his swallow clicking dryly. Your priority is the mission. What you’re thinking– what you’re having the nerve to contemplate puts everything in danger. He raised a hand, letting it settle over his mouth to keep the next volatile thought from exploding over his lips instead. Feeling– the way I feel– what I’ve avoided about her for what seems like the entirety of this ruse. A drive beyond Strix.

“I know what they said must seem cruel…” The softness of Yor’s voice betrayed her trepidation, but it seemed that no matter her fear, she always still found the words to encompass it– something Loid so desperately envied. “But I can see the logic in it. We… Our arrangement…”

A painful breath shook between his fingers before he dropped his palm to his knee. “Our arrangement is fine the way it is. Asking you to shoulder something like that for the sake of appearances would be–”

“I know”—Yor crushed the flimsy words before they could even finish—”that I have struggled to be the best wife and mother, but–”

“There is no one more qualified for either than you, Yor.” That terrifying bit of truth somehow birthed from the deep recesses of his mind, taking Loid by surprise. He floundered, that steady heart of his momentarily trembling offbeat as he risked a glance at her.

The soft blush on her cheeks, the quiver of her lip– these were things he’d produced in women a million times. Manipulation was easy with honeyed words. It was simple to claim that statement as another fabrication meant to solidify the sham, but that line was no longer black. The utterly harrowing realization was all too apparent in the moonlight: This is grey. So grey and muddled that thinking about her, looking at her is making it impossible to hold on.

In all the fluttering of his thoughts, Yor collected her own. “And I’m thankful that it’s you who I have as a, well, a partner.”

Don’t– But no matter the plea, his heart still sang with it. Grappling with that pleasure consumed him, making silence his only answer.

“So I’d never want to make trouble for you.” Her murmur was sweet, soft, and another rush of pink took over her cheeks.

“It’s no trouble, Yor.” The usual cool tempo of his tone strained as he reached for her. Don't, his mind screamed again but all muscles refused to listen. Again, he was no stranger to touching a woman, to running fingers through her hair or caressing down her arm in promises of seduction, but all had been perfunctory. These had not been impulses but categorical steps with dictated goals in mind. This though—the way his fingertips just brushed a tendril of hair along her shoulder—was anything but. This is me being weak– being stupid– being–

“Loid?” Her eyes darted from the connection to his face to her nervous fingers along the stem.

Weak– stupid– “Yor, can I kiss you?”

Ruby eyes became so wide that he could fall into them, those beautiful pink lips parting to tremble. “K-kiss?” She turned to her wine glass again, threatening to bring it up to interrupt any more stuttering.

His fingers caught the base, keeping her from tilting it to her lips. “If I tell you it’s just me asking, then do you really need to do that?”

Her mouth worked over the words silently, eyes darting over the liquid that rippled as Loid’s hand shook. “Y-you want to kiss me?”

Whatever horrific consequences the answer would produce were at least momentarily pushed from his mind. “Yes.” The glass pressed against his hand, moving it out of the way to leave before the drink rested on the coffee table.

After relinquishing it, Yor’s hands fell to her lap. “And it’s– you said ‘just you asking’–”

“This–” He so desperately wanted to reach for her again, but there was still a poisonous fear starting to seep into his veins. I can need her all I want, but if she doesn’t– Loid bit back that possibility as his hand hovered between them. “I haven’t been thinking in terms of our deal for some time now.” In all the time he’d known her, Yor’s face had never been so guarded, unreadable. He had always prided himself on the ability to pick any person apart and usually Yor’s features came just as easily as any other. In that moment—in those utterly terrifying ticking seconds—she was a complete mystery to him.

Her head slowly swiveled, chin tilting slightly as she regarded him with such scrutiny that she was most certainly paying him back tenfold. Silence continued, broken only by the slight strain of the fabric between her fingers as her fists clenched around her dress. "Close your eyes."

"What?" Loid could only do the opposite, staring to take in every inch of her face. Still, there was no discernable message in her features.

"Close your eyes. Please."

Vulnerability was rarely his forte, so accepting her orders came as easily as pulling his own teeth. All the same, he blindly followed her command.

As soon as those sparkling blue eyes closed, Yor let her palms cup her cheeks, trying to control the steady burn. It's not about the arrangement! But that means– As her head shook away the reality of that, her hands dropped. It was almost impossible, but she turned her head, gazing at a man that she had never tried to harbor hope for. Except there he was, eyes diligently closed, hands out still frozen in their reach for her. Has he really been waiting?

She extended her arms until her palms pressed to his, fingers lacing together easily. His eyelids twitched but did not open, holding tight to his promise.

Even with the warm connection that sang sweetly to her heart, her mind bucked. He doesn't know– doesn't realize how different I am. How wrong, so if I–

"Yor?" It wasn't impatience but that dearest warble of concern.

But I want to! The desperate, selfish cry rang up from her bones. It's not about convenience anymore. That's not what keeps me with him and Anya. It's so much more. And he makes it sound like– almost like he could feel the same. Her hands were trembling in his until the delicate swipe of his thumb along her skin started to allow something close to hope to sink in. “Keep”—she pulled in a shaky breath—”keep them closed.”

“Alright,” he murmured.

Yor leaned forward, using his hands as leverage to keep her from pitching forward. He steadied her, letting her shift whatever way she pleased as she inched closer. Loid remained still except for his breath that parted his quaking lips. It was an entirely novel sensation as the warmth of his exhale lit across her own lips as she stopped almost nose to nose.

Even with his eyes shut, there was no mistaking her closeness and Loid tilted his head, noses now nuzzled ever so slightly. What guide did she have? Her normal was drenched in blood, not drifting through the soft ecstasy of closeness. Saying this was new didn’t encompass the pure bliss of simply sharing his space. While her mind screamed hesitation, her body moved regardless to meet him.

Loid’s fingers squeezed on contact, but the pressure didn’t steal her attention from this unfamiliar euphoria. This can’t be real. His lips lingered on hers. I never left my bed. Another pulse of his palm against hers. I’m dreaming– or is this a nightmare because waking up to life without this–

Separation was anything but sweet, but the beautiful timbre of his voice brought back some of the warmth. “Can I open my eyes?”

No, she wanted to plead. If you do, it’s over, isn’t it? She clutched his hands and nodded.

“Will you open yours?”

Yor shook her head.

“Please.”

All she wanted was to shake her head again, to just live in the moment that had passed and never leave it. Yor forced a breath and tried to pull back her hands but found them stuck, still clasped tightly by his. Her eyes fluttered open only to stretch to their widest.

Loid was flushed—almost feverish—with eyes shining as if on the verge of tears. “Thank you.”

“Loid, I–” He answered her hesitation with a hand hovering by her cheek that after she didn’t pull away made soft contact. “I–"

His thumb rolled over her lip, silencing the stuttering. "I don't know if I can give you more than this, Yor," he murmured as he gently stroked the line of her lips. "But will you accept me if I try?"

That would always be their conundrum; living lives that offered no surety and forever falling away from normal. Nothing would ever be guaranteed, but looking in his eyes, knowing his touch, left Yor only able to nod.

They would both have to try.

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