#im trying to flesh her out as i slowly write her fic

[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Five Feet Apart

Request: “hey! I love your blog and your writing so much, so thanks for that! im not sure if you’ve seen season 15 yet, but could you do a fic based off from the episode where Luke and Matt are kidnapped by the unsub, except maybe it’s Luke and the reader that are kidnapped?”

Word count: 4.2 k

Warnings: kidnapping, suicide tw, blood mention

The first thing you notice when you start to wake up is that there’s something dripping onto your leg, it’s warm and slides towards the inner portion of your thigh.  The thought is replaced by the searing pain in your forehead. You groan, quickly realizing the warm liquid dripping into your lap is your own blood. 

The sound of your name is what forces you to finally peel your eyes open. You brace yourself for the brightness of the sun or fluorescent lights, but instead, you find yourself planted in a damp, dimly lit room.  

You hear your name being called again, and you slowly turn your head in the direction of the sound, wincing when a sharp pain radiates through your head.  

“Luke?” you gasp. He’s about five feet away from you, sitting on the floor against a beam with his hands tied behind his back. You’re able to get a better look at your surroundings, as you fight to get your bearings in what looks like an old warehouse. 

He lets out a shaky breath. “Thank God,” he mutters, dropping his head slightly in relief.   

You catch a glimpse of the bruise that’s taking up a large portion of his face and you shutter. “What happened?” you whisper. You feel your chest start to inflate with panic. “Luke- Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” he admits slowly.

He looks around the empty room for anything noteworthy.

“Luke–” you call out his name weakly, knowing that there was nothing he could do, but all the while desperately hoping that you were wrong. The more alert you become, the more panicked you become. Without even thinking you start harshly jerking against the ties around your own wrists, desperately trying to free yourself from their constraints. You can feel the rope digging into your flesh as you tug harder, but you don’t stop. The fear and frustration inside of you escapes your body through thick sobs. They echo through the room. 

Luke’s trying to inch his way closer to you, he’s already figured out that his restraints are too tight to maneuver out of, but his body naturally gravitates towards you and your obvious discomfort.  

“Hey, hey, hey–” he tries to soothe. Luke’s stomach drops, as he watches you panic from only five feet away. Luke wishes he could cross the room in a heartbeat and wrap his arms around you securely. He wishes he could scoop you up, cradle you to his chest, and just hold you until you could breathe again. “It’s okay. Baby, look at me– look at me.”

You steady yourself long enough to lift your head and move your gaze towards Luke. You try to ignore the cut above his brow, split skin that’s oozing blood, and instead focus on his eyes, which are wide and wild, but still soft. They’re a deep, brown– the color of the earth after a heavy rain. You’d looked into those eyes so many times before, but you’re still always amazed at how much strength they hold. Despite all he’d weathered and all he’d seen, they hold so much life.  

Slowly, Luke starts to take deep breaths. He’s exaggerating the movement, like he wants you to follow suit. You match your choppy inhales to his smooth, methodical ones, and gradually, you feel yourself start to calm.  

“Listen to me,” Luke whispers. You continue to breathe. “We’re going to be okay.”

…

“Wait a minute.” Spencer is standing in the parking garage stationed outside of the BAU and shakes his head, his arms crossed tightly.  

He’s walking into the building with JJ and Garcia when he notices Luke’s truck parked in exactly the same position as Spencer had seen it the previous night.  

“What’s up?” JJ asks, looking up from her phone and stopping to wait. Her and Penelope exchange questioning looks. 

“Luke’s truck…” Spencer trails off as he approaches the vehicle. Nothing looks out of place. All the windows are intact– no belongings are scattered on the ground as if there’d been a struggle. But he can’t shake the feeling in his gut– the one telling him that something is wrong. 

Spencer cups his hand around his eyes and peers through the glass of Luke’s truck. There is a steel coffee cup sitting in the cup holder, a cell phone charger dangling from the power outlet, and some gum wrappers scrunched up and discarded in the center console. But Spencer’s stomach sinks even further when he looks onto the driver’s side floor and sees the wallet and phone discarded hastily.  

“Guys–” Spencer says suddenly. When he takes a step back he notices some dark, crimson stains on the cement ground. He squats down quickly, inspecting the trail of dots. “I think this is blood.”

Garcia gasps.  

“Call Emily and Dave…”  Spencer gazes underneath the truck, inspecting the area. His eyes widen when he sees a much larger pool of blood on the ground outside the passengers side. His voice lowers and he sounds out of breath when he speaks. “Call everyone.”

…

The surprised smile that erupted on Luke’s face when he saw you across the parking lot made getting up at three thirty to catch an earlier flight worth it. You were jetlagged and hungry and carrying bags under your eyes that were heavier than your luggage, but you forgot about all of that the moment that your eyes landed on him. He crossed the gap between you two in a hurry, shedding the bag he had strapped across his chest and discarding it carelessly. In just two, long strides, he was embracing you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up excitedly. 

You squealed when your feet left the ground, causing you to tighten the grip you had around his neck.  

“What are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow,” he asked breathlessly when he finally set you back down. He kept his hands placed securely on your lower back. 

You drummed your fingers across his chest and smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, I switched my flight, because I missed you.”

“They just let you exchange flights?” he inquired. 

You bit your lip. “There were a couple of fees,” you downplayed the extra hundreds dollars you had to spend for the ticket.  

Luke smirked, sensing your secret. 

“It was worth it though,” you paused, poking his chest. “You were worth it.”

Luke’s face broke out into another enormous grin, right before he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.

…

Emily runs. The way you run when you were late for a flight, and the speakers were announcing that the gates were closing. Or the way you ran to flag down a taxi about to drive off. Or how a mother would run if she heard her child crying in another room. She runs the way you’d run if your family was in trouble. Because hers is. 

The blood rushing through her veins pulsates loudly in her ears, like a loud drumbeat narrating her every step. That’s all she hears as she races to the parking garage.  

When she arrives, the rest of the team is already there, wide-eyed, and waiting for her leadership. She is surprised to realize that she isn’t even out of breath as she spoke.

“This is personal, the Bureau is not going to want us working this case.”

Before the rest of the team can protest, she lowers her voice and continues, “So we’ll do this quietly, and we’ll do this discreetly.”

… 

“So tell me all about your trip. Did you bring enough scarves?”

You playfully hit Luke on the arm, punishing him for teasing you. “Yes, as a matter of fact I did,” you said cordially. 

He smirked. “I told you three would be an adequate amount of scarves.”

You laughed, before leaning back against the flatbed of his truck. “It was good, the weather was nice. My brother and I only fought the entire time.”

Luke sighed, wrapping his arm around you. “I know it’s tough going home, but I know your mom appreciates it when you visit.” He pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “I promise next time I’ll go with you, to gang up on your brother with you.”

You sighed and leaned closer into Luke’s touch, closing your eyes. You never realized how much you were going to miss him until you were away from him.  

After a few moments, you reluctantly pulled away. “As much as I love our parking garage reunion, could we go home now? I’m starving.”

Luke smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I need to get away from work for a while.”

As you made your way to the passenger side, Luke skipped around his truck to retrieve his bag, which was still on the ground. You waited by the door for him to unlock it, your hand already positioned around the handle.  

You stared at your own, tired reflection in the window, marveling at the fact that Luke found you desirable in such a frazzled state. You were so fixated on your own disheveled appearance that you didn’t even notice the man approaching you, until his reflection was right behind yours.  

Before you could jump, before you could turn around or scream, before you could hear Luke yelling for you to “watch out”, your head was struck and everything went dark. 

…

Spencer is in the process of drawing lines on a map when Matt and Tara walk into the conference room.  

“So it turns out Y/N booked a six o’clock flight into D.C. Her cell phone records show she was in Quantico before the signal was lost.”

Reid narrowed his eyes. “So she wasn’t supposed to be there,” he thinks out loud. “Whoever took Luke took her too, but she wasn’t the target. He was.”

“Who would have it out for Alvez?” Tara wonders.  She crosses her arms and shakes her head. 

Right on cue, JJ walks into the conference room. She slams the stack of files she’s been holding on the table in front of them. “Take your pick,” she answers Tara’s question. “Looks like Luke made a lot of enemies during his fugitive task force days.”

The rest of the team hesitates as they gaze at the daunting pile of files in front of them. But Reid wastes no time before surging forward and ripping open the first one he can get his hands on. 

Spencer is going to find Luke. 

…

Luke is the strong one. He holds you during scary movies and can pick you up with such ease (despite your protests). He always sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door, and instinctively wraps his arm around you protectively anytime he senses danger.  Hell, he literally fights bad guys for a living. He is a real life superhero.  

This situation, as it turned out, is no different. While you sit, cold and shivering on the ground, crying silently, Luke comforts you, all while continuously searching for a way out of this mess.   

He’s interrupted when heavy footsteps approach. Your eyes instinctively shoot towards the noise. A man emerges from behind some barrels stacked in the corner.  You can tell that he’s tall and muscular, wearing combat boots that are tucked into his utility pants. He looks military.  

“Alvez.” The word slips off his tongue slowly, like he’s savoring it. “Remember me?”

Something in Luke’s demeanor shifts when he catches a glimpse of the man before him.  His eyes sink, the rest of his face quickly following suit. 

“Ray–” Luke says the man's name like he still can’t believe it. But before he can finish his sentence, the man, named Ray, winds back and thrusts his foot into Luke’s stomach.  

Luke lets out an unnatural grunting sound as he doubles over. Without missing a beat, the man kicks him again, and again. He kicks him until Luke is writhing in pain on the floor, hands still tied behind his back, defenseless.  

You don’t even realize you’re screaming at this man to stop until Ray turns to look at you. Your gaze doesn’t leave Luke until the man approaches you quietly. You don’t care that you’ve basically made yourself a target at this point. You would’ve done anything to get him to stop hurting Luke. 

“You–” the man says. He has a hint of humor in his voice. “We didn’t plan for you to be at the garage.What a pleasant surprise.”

Amidst his writhing in pain, Luke snarls from the floor. “Leave her alone!” His voice sounds gurgled, and you realize he’s probably talking through the blood in his mouth. 

His lips tug into a smile once he realizes how protective Luke is over you. You can see on his face that he’s going to play off of that. He inches closer.  

There’s nowhere for you to go, so you press yourself so far into the beam you’re tied to that it starts to leave an imprint in your back. For a moment, you think he’s going to start kicking you as hard as he’d kicked Luke, but instead he bends down in front of you and clicks his tongue. 

You get a good look at Ray’s face, it’s covered in creases and craters. He stares at you without blinking. When he lifts his hand slowly, you can’t help but flinch. But gently, he pushes the strand of hair out of your eyes. Your breathing has become choppy and labored.  

“Don’t touch her!” Luke spits out. Ray’s hand freezes on your cheek and he smiles again. This time, he’s staring directly at you.  

Then he stands up, and quietly wanders behind you. You lock eyes with Luke, hoping to find some form of comfort. Instead, you just see anger and fear. 

You sense Ray behind you. His footsteps click on the cement floor, when they stop, you assume he’s hovering. You expect to be hit again, or shot or kicked– but what you don’t expect is the pressure of your hand restraints to be loosened and then released all together. Before you can rub the skin that’d been rope burned, your arm is being grabbed and you’re roughly being hoisted up on your feet. 

You stumble, Ray’s tight grip the only thing keeping you from falling. His arm bars across your chest and pulls tightly across your neck. He pulls something black out from his side and clicks the end of it. The cold barrel presses hard against your temple.

“Do you know what happened to me after I got arrested, after you got me arrested?” He spits at Luke.  

Luke watches the scene folding out in front of him wearily. He has to choose his words carefully, or he could lose you. 

“It was my job to put you away,” Luke says steadily. 

The man shakes his head and repeats slowly, “Do you know what happened to me after you put me away?”

Luke’s shaken by the question. Ray can tell. 

“They killed them,” he states calmly. “You see, it got out that I was caught, and by a fed no less.  And my kind– they don’t take too kindly to the feds. They mistook my capture for a betrayal.  So…” his voice trails off in the darkness. “So to teach me a lesson, they killed them.”

He clears his throat, his voice returning with a newly found sense of anger as he continues to speak. “Did you know that if you’re in prison, and your wife and son are murdered, you’re not allowed to go to their funeral?”

Ray lowers the gun from your temple. You’re about to inhale a shaky sigh of relief, hoping that maybe he had a change of heart, when he turns the gun, pointing it directly at Luke. 

Everything inside of you ignites, like you’ve been set on fire from within. You press your hands into the arm still barred across your chest and try to get free. 

 “Stop it! Please!” You cry out. “I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt him!”

Ray smiles, he releases you from his grasp and steps back. He leans slightly forward to caress your face. “Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt him.” He presses something cold and hard into your open palm. “You are.”

…

It’s in the evening when a file finally catches Spencer’s eye. He’s elbows deep in paperwork and case files, but this one stands out.  

“Hang on,” Reed thinks out loud. He gets up from the seat he’s been planted in since the morning and makes his way to the drawing board.  “This one– this guy, his name is Malcolm Ray, he was released from prison three weeks ago. His entire family was murdered just a month after he was put away by Luke. It says the killer was never found.”

“The last contact this guy has before he’s put behind bars is Luke,” JJ says. 

Spencer nods. “He associates Luke locking him up with him not being there to protect his family.”

Emily sighs. “That’s certainly motive.”

…

You shake your head harshly. The tears falling down your face are making your vision blurry.  “No,” you plead. “No, no, no.”

The idea of Luke being hurt is terrifying and unnatural. Luke doesn’t get hurt. Luke is the protector. Luke is strong. But the idea of you being the one to hurt Luke is unbearable.  

“Shoot him,” Ray orders. 

You shake your head. 

Ray moves his hands behind his back and draws out another gun. This one, he points directly at the back of your head. You hear the click of the trigger. “Shoot him,” Ray repeats. 

The cold barrel is pressed to your scalp and your adrenaline is surging through your veins. You’re staring at Luke now, desperate for him to give you some of his strength.  

“It’s okay,” he speaks softly. “It’s okay, it’s okay,”

He’s giving you permission– letting you off the hook, so that way if you actually choose to shoot him, you can do it guilt free. Leave it to Luke to look after you, even while he’s staring down death.

You let out a shaky sob, your arms trembling with the weight of the handgun. You shake your head one last time and sigh, defeated. “No.”  

The barrel of the gun pushes harder into your head while you hear Ray mutter, “You stupid–”

But his speech is interrupted when a strong voice echoes through the warehouse. 

“Put it down, Ray!” 

You turn to find the source of the voice, but before you can, you’re being grabbed again and pulled backwards. 

Ray’s holding you to his chest, his arm across your neck, the gun that was pointed to the back of your head is now secured tightly on your temple. 

“Drop it,” a familiar voice orders. For a moment, you think that Rossi is speaking to you. You quickly discard the handgun, letting it crash to the floor.  

“Malcolm, I know what they did to your wife,” Spencer’s there too. He takes a step closer. Your eyes linger on him desperately. “And your son.”

You feel the grip around your neck tighten.  

“I want him to hurt! The way that I hurt!” Ray presses the gun harder and harder to your temple. The angrier he becomes, the rougher he gets with you. You’re scared at what he might do if Spencer pushes him too hard.  

“Making him hurt the way that you hurt isn’t going to bring them back, Malcolm. They’re gone.”

For a moment, the grip on your neck gets unbearably tight. So tight, that you have to fight just to inhale. And it’s in that moment that you realize you were going to die. It seems so inevitable.  Spencer isn’t looking at you, instead his attention is focused on Ray. You wish he would look at you, offer you some sort of comfort. Your vision starts to go blurry and you find that you can’t even inhale anymore.  

Just as you start to accept your new found fate, you feel the grip on your chest loosen. Ray’s arm relaxes and releases you. You lunge forward, your momentum too strong to combat, and tumble to the floor.  

“You’re right,” Ray says. “They’re gone.” You’re barely able to crawl forward before you hear an earth-shatteringly loud bang, followed by the sound of Ray’s body hitting the floor.  

You can’t help but turn around and face it. Ray’s body lays lifeless on the cool, cement ground.  A pool of blood is already spreading around his own head.   

You stay stuck like that, unable to move or breathe or think or do anything. You suppose this was what shock felt like– complete and utter numbness. Like time is standing still. Like your mind is no longer connected to your body.  

A gentle hand lightly touches your shoulder and you’re awoken from your trance. You jump at the contact, to find Spencer hovering over you, a worried look on his face. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, kneeling down so that he’s eye level with you. 

You nod– a lie if you ever told one. But you aren’t concerned with yourself at the moment. You sit back on your heels, your hands resting in your lap. The air is suddenly hotter than it’s been all evening.

The red blood spreads so fast on the concrete floor. It oozes thickly in a perfectly round circle. You’re so open, so vulnerable. You don’t feel safe in the open like this. You want to bury yourself in your sheets at home, and wake up to find that this had all been a dream. But sure enough, when you place your hand on your own arm and start scratching vigorously, trying to wake yourself up, you can’t. This is real.  

Your ears are ringing as you fall into a pit of darkness, nails digging deeper into your own skin. It’s getting unbearably hot. It’s terrifying how alone you feel. 

In a muffled daze, you suddenly hear your name being called.   

Once Emily frees him from his restraints, Luke wastes no time in hoisting himself up and rushing over to you. It’s hard to miss his girl sobbing on the ground.  

You’re crying harder than he’s ever witnessed, and it makes his knees nearly buckle as he runs closer. Your nails are digging into your own skin and you’re unable to catch even a single second of breath. 

When Luke reaches you, he can’t possibly move fast enough. With hands outstretched, he desperately tries to grasp onto any part of you that he can get. You’re trembling, and for a split moment, he notices you flinch from his touch.   

“Baby, it’s me,” he assures you, choking on his own words.  

It takes you a minute, but soon you realize it’s Luke kneeling beside you. Luke– with his hands on your face. Luke’s not hurting you. Luke’s would never hurt you. 

“Shh,” Luke soothes, pulling you into his arms quickly. “I’m here, God– I’m so sorry,” he breaks off when you grasp at his bicep, fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt, craving to be closer and closer to him. “I’m here,” he repeats. 

Luke holds you steady, his hand traveling up and down your back comfortingly. After a while, your tear ducts run dry and there’s simply nothing left but exhaustion. You rest your head on his chest.  

Once Luke notices that you’ve calmed down slightly, he adjusts his grip on your body and stands the two of you up. “C’mere,” he murmurs. Without waiting for a response, he bends, wraps his arms around your knees and lifts you into his arms. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your sobs subside while he whispers how much he loves you in your ear.  

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Luke suggests.  

You close your eyes against his chest and simply breathe him in as Luke carries you bridal style out of the warehouse. 

You spent the rest of the night attached to Luke. The car ride home you’re glued to his side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as he mumbles soft words into your ear. When you walk up to your shared house, Luke makes sure to guide each step you take, his steadiness making up for your shakiness. His strong hand resting on your hip. Only once you’re back in the four walls of your own house, do you venture away from him.  

You find yourself crawling into bed still fully clothed. You don’t have the energy to do anything else. You’re staring at the blank wall in front of you when you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist. Luke rests his head on your shoulder. You leaned into his arms, finding his hand to hold tightly.  

“It’s over.” Luke whispers in your ear.  

The words made you relax slightly.  

“It’s over,” he repeats. “He’s dead– he’s gone.”  

Luke plants a soft kiss to your shoulder blade and you tug him closer against you. His warm breath is comforting and familiar on your neck. And you finally feel safe, in his arms.  

“It’s over,” you repeat, exhaling the breath of air you’ve been holding.  

#criminal minds #luke alvez #luke alvez fic #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x reader imagine #luke alvez x reader fic #criminal minds imagine #luke alvez x reader fanfic #criminal minds x reader

[buckybabieboy]

cg!bucky being insecure about his arm

so the little!reader buys magnets and decorates them along his arm and says "look daddy! now you see what i see!" 🥹🥹

Now You See What I See <3 <3

⚠️TW: daddy!caregiver!bucky, fem!little!reader, Bucky calls reader ‘Kitten’, cuteness😭.

☁️Summary: cg!daddy!bucky is insecure about his arm, so you buy magnets at the beach to make him feel better.

📝A/N: This is sooo cute babie🥹!! I really hope you like what I did with it! I don’t usually write little!reader fics but I really like this suggestion lol. Pls keep the requests coming guys I love doing them :) (I hope it’s okay that I put she/her pronouns. Feel free to replace those with anything you’d like)

“Y/n, kitten wake up.”

You wake up to a pair of beautiful big turquoise eyes, staring down at you sweetly. Bucky has his flesh hand cupping your cheek and stroking it lightly with his thumb.

“Da-Dada, still tired..” you mumble as you lean into your daddy’s touch.

“But we’re going to the beach today, kitten. It’s gonna be so much fun!” Bucky responds, voice enthusiastic. He kisses you on the forehead and you sit up slowly and rub your eyes, trying to wake yourself up.

“Can you be a big girl and wash up for me?”

You nod your head yes and squeal, wanting to prove that you’re a big girl. After you wash up and get dressed in your beach clothes, you see Bucky standing in front of the mirror, examining his arm intently. He notices you, and gives you another warm and vibrant smile.

“Wanna choose out Daddy’s outfits?” Bucky asks as he turns around in the mirror, inspecting his outfit. In the corner of the mirror, he sees how wide your eyes got as you let out another squeal of excitement.

“Yeeaaah!” You exclaim as you dash to the closet. You search for some shirts that you think will make him looks sexy, but are also comfortable enough for the beach.

You return with 6 selections in your hands, all of them being short sleeved, button down shirts.

“These are my favorite ones daddy!” You exclaim as you lay them all out on the bed for him to see.

“I also picked out some shorts f’you and-” you look up to see Bucky’s face. You expected him to be as excited as you were, but instead his expression was blank.

“Y-you don’t like what I chose f’you?” You ask, hoping that you didn’t disappoint your daddy. You look down at the shirts, trying to figure out what was wrong with your selections.

“It’s not that, baby. It’s just I can’t show my arm out in public.” Bucky responds as he moves his fingers in front you.

“But your arm’s so cool, daddy.. why wouldn’t you want anybody to see it?”

Your eyes stay locked on his fingers as you watch them extract and retract in awe.

“Well not everybody thinks that, darling.” Bucky says in a soft tone.

You look up at his eyes, down at his arm, and up at his eyes again. You give him a wide eyed and confused look, because you couldn’t think of one reason why anybody would think his arm wasn’t cool.

Bucky takes the shirts you picked out for him and places them back as they were in the closet. He picks out the same-old boring long sleeve shirts and places them in his bag.

“Let’s go, baby.”

You nod your head and grab his hand as you head to the car. He buckles you up in your seat and you guys head to the beach.

“Daddy, look at the waves! I can’t wait to get in!” You giggle as you jump up in down.

“Go ahead, baby. I’ll be watching you from here.”

You frown at Bucky’s words. His facial expression was hard to read again, which frustrated you a lot.

“Get in with me! Don’t wanna go in without my Daddy.” You grumble as you try to tug at the bottom of his shirt.

“What did I say earlier, kitten? Daddy doesn’t want to show his arm, okay?”

Bucky’s tone was stern and you didn’t like it. What could you do to show him how cool his arm was? To show him what you see?

“Daddy, I have to use the bathroom. Im gonna be a big girl and go by myself! ‘Kay bye!” You say quickly, not even giving him a chance to respond.

Instead of going to the bathroom, you ran to the gift shop which was right next to it. You found these cool magnets, which were sure to make Bucky feel good about his arm. Some are waves, some are the sun, and you even found Captain America’s shield! You quickly pay for them and run back to the beach, the bag of magnets in your hand.

“Where’d you run off too, baby?” Bucky asks as he watches you approach him.

You giggle in response as you sit down on the sand. He follows suit and watches you as you take the sun magnet from the plastic bag. You grab his vibranium arm, and roll up his sleeve. You feel him try to to pull away, but you don’t let him.

“Daddy, let me see it…” Your tone was soft and innocent. He hesitated for a moment, but he finally gave into you. You put the sun magnet on his upper arm. Then you put the beach magnet under that one, and the Captain America magnet under that one. You put a few others on his shoulder, and when you’re finally done you smile at your work. You hoped that he liked his newly decorated arm, because you decorated it with allll your love.

“Look daddy! Now you see what I see!” You smile at him. The biggest and purest smile that he loves so much. Bucky looks down at his arm, and he laughs at how silly and adorable it looks. It has you written all over it, which makes him even more happy.

“I love you, baby. So, so, so, much.” Bucky said as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the entire world. He smiles before kissing you softly on the lips.

“I love you the mostest, daddy!” You smile back at him and tug on his shirt.

“Wanna swim with me?” You asked with a hopeful tone.

Bucky nods his head and takes off his shirt.

“Of course, kitten.”

You squeal at his response, excited and happy that you made your Daddy feel better. You run into the crashing waves and turn around to see Bucky, and his cool vibranium arm that you love so much.

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[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

i'm so sorry for how nonsensical this might be but entertain me for a second here because i think you're maybe one of the only daemon writers who might understand where i'm coming from,,, anyway i'm pretty sure (unless i'm remembering incorrectly) that there's a scene in ilibitsos where we see babey deal with sub-drop, right?

so tell me why i'm now stuck on the thought of daemon and how he 100% deals with dom-drop (or whatever you wanna call the dom equivalent). he's such an emotion heavy guy and that, combined with his emotional constipation (which matches his literal constipation), probably leads him down the path of destruction to dom-dropping.

it would have to be after babey does something to make him worry - which, at this point, her doing anything without his prior knowledge seems to do the trick- and worry is something daemon typically expresses with anger. so let's say the reader pulled some shit where she went and done something that daemon, rhaenyra and basically everyone told her explicitly not to do. when she gets back, daemon's in one of his "gah im so angry i need to stab her womb with my flesh sword" moods (never thought i'd describe a cock as a flesh sword but here we are). so he's taking her from behind, either with his hand shoving her head down into the mattress or pinning her down to whatever surface he's bent her over and he's going at it. like, poor babey is definitely gonna feel it for a few days after. and he's just spewing his usual depravity, barely lucid of the fact he's slowly switching from calling her an ill behaved whore to ranting about how worried he was, how she needs to apologize for not letting him get a wink of sound sleep, how he hates how weak it made him feel to know she was in danger and nothing he could do would take her away from it. until, eventually, everything he feels- in his heart, not his cock- becomes too overwhelming and he just needs to stop. babey's smart so she obviously notices the switch in energy immeadiately and she's calling out to him, trying to turn around and get a look at him but he's not letting her. he's just... staring at the back of her head, hands slowly loosening the iron-tight grip they had on her hips and switching to caresing her skin, feeling that she's physically there. when babey finally manages to turn herself over and face her sweet tortured husband, he's frowning like he's angry but staring at her like she's the finest porcelain that'll smash if he's not careful with the way he touches her. he won't talk, can't talk, but that's okay cause she understands him even when he says nothing and so she gives him what he really needs, craddling him in her arms, soothing over his back with her hand, whispers of i'm okay and i'm right here, kepus and you can't always keep me safe but you'll always lead me home thrown upon deaf ears as daemon does his lil sad boi forehead touch and just melts into her, taking in her smell and just taking in the fact she's present beside him, letting himself finally feel all those dark, heavy, suppressed emotions he pushed down all those days she wasn't by his side.

and ahhh wtf did i just write, i'm so sorry this was genuinely meant to just be a short enquiry onto daemon and his possible dom-dropping but i started writing it and then this happened instead. i hope this wasn't overstepping any boundary or anything like that. all this to say, big slay, loved the first chapter of the pregnancy fic, excited for the possible future return of murderer-core daemon once the dance hits.

(this might have sent twice by accident so, if it did, sorry! tumblr's just a dramatic girlie who likes to tell me there was a problem sending my ask)

Hey! Yes, there is a scene that deals with sub-drop, and it's probably one of the few things that I know about dom/sub dynamics, to be honest haha!

And wow, this is such a good analysis of Daemon's whole come-down, it's like you shoved fingers inside my brain and wiggled stuff around and produced something really cool from half-assed fragments lying around in there, lol. His default is totally anger; it's what he vibes with whenever he has the Big Feelings, even if he's more upset, or worried, or afraid. He gets the Big Angries instead, haha! But oh, vulnerable Daemon hit me in the feels with this one - I fucking love it. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, I DEFINITELY need to start a new tag called 'daemon writing notes' so I can keep this on FILE.

Never be concerned about overstepping boundaries, I'm so fucking flattered that my silly fic was even worth the time it would've taken to type this out! I love your ideas - we are one spiritually, I swear. I'm so glad you liked the first chap of the pregnancy fic, and murderboi!Daemon might even be coming in this fic, to be honest! I'm really craving some violent energy from him, and we gotta start easing Babey in early!

(This ask totally didn't send twice, so you're all good!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY @houseofhyde BAE!!!!

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[cultofkakyoin]

You Shook Me All Night Long

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Relationship: Esidisi | AC/DC/Reader, Esidisi | AC/DC/Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli/Reader, Established Caesar/Reader

I kid you not, I have had this in my drafts sitting at 3740 words for 3 years, all the way back when I use to write JoJo fics regularly. Anyway, enjoy. If you notice any mistakes I can't proofread this another time, im sorry. Also on Ao3.

Content Warning!: Rape/non-con, dubious consent, fuck or die kinda thing, graphic depictions of violence, blood, vomiting.

"Leave him alone, please!" You plead, grabbing the pillar man's arm and desperately trying to pull his body away from Caesar's, but he's too strong, too big comparatively. Esidisi lets out a cruel cackle "She beseeches me! You have truly chosen a good woman" he says, leaning down and grinning at the man below him before he plants his foot onto the blond Italian's face, grinding his naked calloused heel into his cheek and pushing his face further into the ground. 

"Leave her out of this" Caesar struggles to speak, sputtering foaming spit and blood before coughing violently. Esidisi lifts his foot and slams it back down onto the blond's head "Caesar!" You shout gasping and falling to your knees beside him. His breathing was shallow and he could barely wheeze out the syllables of your name, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Esidisi lays a hand on your head, making you jump, beginning to shake in terror, looking up at him to find him leering down at you with his eyes gazing into yours with a stoic look, then he grins. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks as he crouches down, not taking his hand off your scalp, you nod without hesitation "Of course I do!" You exclaim looking at him questionably.

"Perhaps, we can work a deal, little human," he says with each word walking the fingers of his other hand to your shoulder, the hand on your head gliding down to your neck, thumb hooking in your collarbone well his fingers pressed into your shoulder blade. "Stand up" With those words, it was almost like you're a dog following its owner's command standing up slowly with him like you weren't in control.

"I won't kill him or you... if you can last, hm, let's say, three hours with me" You feel the implication in his voice, but that can't be right, can it? Is this some sort of cultural difference? "What... What do you mean by that?" You stutter and your boyfriend's attacker scoffs in response, moving his hand up to wrap around your throat, not bearing any weight on your thin neck but just resting there as a threat.

"I mean let me use you for three hours, at least, and I'll spare him," he says letting go of your neck to instead puts his lips to it, pressing a feather-light kiss on the sensitive flesh "I-" you take a step back, only to be held in place by his hands gripping your shoulders. "Do you want him to live?" He asks and your eyes flicker to Caesar, lying in a pool of lukewarm blood, even though the flow of blood gushing from his wounds had slowed down he was already so pale and breathless from the loss.

His green eyes are staring at you, begging you not to agree, but how can you bear to see him this way and to know there was something you could have done to stop this? You had to accept this offer "Do you mean it? This isn't some trick or lie?" You ask, voice trembling and Esidisi hums "Yes, I mean it, I would never break a promise" he whispers pressing another few kisses on your neck. "O-okay, I'll-" You stop to look at Caesar again before quickly looking away "I'll do it" To your boyfriend it sounds like someone else is talking as you agree. You feel Esidisi grin against your neck and his hand runs up and down your arm as he pulls away from your neck "Don't you worry, little one, you'll have your fill as well."

Caesar wants to scream at you for being so stupid, there was no way in hell Esidisi would let either of you live in the end, but he can't do that right now, it hurts too much to move anything and even without the pain, he didn't have enough strength to open his jaw or even move his tongue after all that fighting. All he can do is stare as Esidisi toys with the hem of your shirt "arms up" and you obey, lifting your arms high above your head so he could pull your blouse over your head, tossing the material to the ground.

The same green eyes watch as Esidisi unclips your bra, sliding the straps down your arms, tossing it in the growing pile of clothes, his hand reaches down and unbuttons your skirt letting it pool at your feet. He kneeled in front of you, lifting your leg to take off your shoes, and lays a tender kiss on your ankle then doing the same with the other, finally, he grasped the fabric of your panties, peeling them off of you and now, being naked in front of another man is horrible, a pit opens in your stomach and you want to vomit in embarrassment and fear.

Esidisi stands before you, looking over your body, inspecting it, making you feel like a piece of meat in the market, you felt the need to cover yourself but considering what's to come, it wouldn't help any. "You're very beautiful" He ran his hands up and down your sides as he spoke and you mumbled a thank you, a little reminder of your polite upbringing "Tell me, dear, has he seen you bare like this?" Esidisi inquires.

"Yes, we have seen each other naked" you respond, fidgeting in your spot as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against him, making his erection obvious. "And have you had sex?" his hand trailed down your back to grope your ass, you let out a small squeak of surprise in turn making him snicker. Caesar could see this all from below, he clenches his broken jaw despite the pain, he feels the bones slide past each other and he felt that if they weren't surrounded by his bruised flesh they would have creaked like a rusty hinge at the sudden and painful movement.

"No, we have... Haven't" You feel a lump in your throat, balling up, making it harder and harder to speak, and the heat on your face is harsh and painful, you could swear it wasn't just your shame making your body boil but also the heat of the pillar man's body. He just felt so hot, when his exposed skin touches yours it makes your skin tingle, like when you touch a piece of metal that's been out in the sun all day.

"Oh really? I can't believe he could see your gorgeous body and not jump on you like a dog" One of his hands spread you open, Esidisi peeked behind you to watch his finger circle your asshole, you paused, he isn't going to fuck you there, was he? 

"Wai- please not there! I haven't even had it in the normal place" you whimper, putting your hands on his chest as you twist your neck to try and look at what he was doing. He just chuckles "Hmm, you're a virgin? How much more can you entice me, little human?" you let out a small and muffled whine when he tries to stick the tip of his finger inside, it's painful but somehow pleasurable as he prods the untouched entrance.

Caesar suddenly remembered when he first saw you naked, you suggest that to get comfortable with each other's bodies you should see each other before you had given yourself to him and he was more than happy to do anything that made you feel more open towards him.

...

"Cara, I can't get used to your body if you cover yourself," Caesar said giving a half-suppressed laugh, standing only a few inches away from you. 

"I know... I just- all of a sudden I feel so insecure" You shyly look to your feet, feeling your face heat up "And don't speak Italian, Caesar, you know what does to me" You giggled, he was fully undressed too, standing nude before you, you couldn't look him in the eye.

"Oh mi sono dimenticato" you pouted, halfheartedly pushing on his naked chest "Okay, okay, I'll speak English" he laughs but quickly his features soften "But you know I could never hate your body, cara" you ignored the Italian pet name, slowly lowering your arm away from your body, revealing your fully nude form.

He let out a heavenly sigh "You are so magnificent, cara" you blushed, letting out a gasp "you-you are too, Caesar, like a God" he chuckles, putting his hand to his face in a dramatic way "Oh you flatter me, you are a Goddess" you stepped back flustered, covering your face in embarrassment.

"Ah you're just too adorable!" he fawned, he has seen many women naked, but none compared to you, he felt something very pure and sweet when it came to you, you're not a fling and Caesar knows he loves you.

"Caesar, stop with the flattery" you whined, he gasps "only the truth escapes these lips" he reassures, albeit with a fake offended tone, you shook your head "You're too good to me" Your body relaxed and you twiddled your thumbs.

"I love you, you know?" you said quietly, now it was Caesar's turn to blush "Dio mio, cara" His cheeks reddened, this was the first time you had said that to him "Of course I know, but I hope you know I love you too" you grinned at him and launched forward to latch onto him, arms around his waist. 

"Oh Caesar, I love you so much"

"Ti amo più di quanto tu sappia"

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"I suppose I can take you here later, yes?" it's a rhetorical question but you feel the need to nod in acknowledgment, you instinctively want to fight him but repress the urge, you did consent to this, right? This is for Caesar, the one you love so much. 

"Be a dear and lay in front of him" Esidisi gestures towards the barely moving Caesar, you give the blond man an apologetic look, not wanting to follow the instructions Esidisi gives, but you do as he says. Walking over to him and sitting on your knees looking back to Esidisi unsure if he wants you on your back or stomach.

"On your back and spread your legs for me" he answers the question you never spoke. As your back touches the ground the tiny pebbles press into your skin, pricking you with their sharp little edges. You reluctantly spread your legs, the feeling of your spread labia exposing your insides is humiliating and Esidisi marvels at your display, enjoying the discomfort illuminating your form.

As he admires your form he takes off the few things he has on, not even once breaking his gaze. When finally nude his erection stands proudly, tip slick and glistening with precum already. It was scary to you, you couldn't begin to imagine how it would feel, it would stretch you so much, and he would absolutely tear you apart.

Your horrified expression is enough to make him cackle cruelly, when he regains control over his giddiness, he cups his cheek "You are just an adorable little human, you're so terrified by my cock, it is a superior beings cock so I can't blame you" he lets out a small amused laugh as he settles between your thighs, tapping the head of his cock against your clit getting your attention.

"Don't worry though, I'll make sure you're dripping for me, blood is fun and all but you are just so willing, I won't be cruel" he says as he leans over you, his face dangerously close to yours, the sight of his eyes burning with a savage and inhuman lust made vomit sputter up from your stomach into your throat. He closes his eyes and presses an oh-so-soft kiss on your forehead "You're just so pitiful" His fingers probe experimentally at your folds, circling your entrance, giving you a slight burn of irritation on the sensitive skin.

But even so, your walls clench around nothing and the sensation made you crave fullness, the rough pad of his thumb grinds against your clit and unconsciously you press your hips up into his hand, causing the pillar man to scoff "Desperate?" He mocks you.

Caesar can tell how you feel and his heart grows heavy hearing the moans you try to suppress for him, even though this hurt him more than his physical wounds, he's almost glad you would be wet, it would make it much less painful if Esidisi follows his word.

His thumb moves in a circular motion on your clit, and he feels you twitch under his working hands "Have you had her like this, Caesar?" Your chest clenches and your movements halt at his words. Abruptly he forces two fingers halfway inside you, tearing a shriek from your throat "Have you ever felt her cunt twitch and drip around your fingers?" your walls throb, and try desperately to force his finger deeper.

The sight was gut-wrenching, but at the same time, Caesar's cock twitches in his bloodstained pants, it feels like the small amount of blood left in his body has rushed down.

You whimper under him, wordlessly begging for more and he complies, pushing his fingers to the knuckle and curling them inside of you. "Oh god! No, ah" you couldn't stop yourself from babbling "Mmmh, you must calm yourself, I think I'll break your mind if I stick my cock in you" you moan loudly at his filthy words and thrusting hastily against his hand, this pleasure was amazing, like nothing you had ever experienced, and at this point, you had been so lost in the feeling you had forgotten Caesar could see this act of betrayal your body had brought upon you.

"Aah oh ple-ease" you're wondering what you begging for exactly. Esidisi begins to thrust his fingers in and out of your tight cunt, reveling in the growing slickness dripping from your now-wanting entrance. Your abdomen tightens, a feeling you want to burst. "Hm, I can't wait much longer, you'll cum too quickly on my fingers if I keep this up" he tuts, pulling his fingers out of you, rubbing his thumb and index finger together, pulling them apart to leave a string of shimmering arousal. 

"Tsk tsk tsk" he looked down to Caesar, showing off the glistening wetness in front of his face, the blond unclenches his jaw after all this time, letting his mangled lips part at the sight, his erection growing prominent to his rival. "It's a shame you have yet to feel this, hm? Maybe next time, yes?" And his breath picked up, pupils dilating, how-why did he feel this way? Why was he aroused by this? Part of him wishes he was in his enemy's place, but the other more depraved part enjoyed the commitment you had to him, you're doing this for him, after all.

Esidisi rubs his cock up and down your cunt, smearing his precum with your wetness "so wet, he didn't do this to you, correct?" you don't respond, hoping he won't make you answer, but when his hand clutches your jaw and forces your head back to look at the beaten and bruised man you love, it tells you he wants an answer.

Your eyes water, staring into Caesar's, in your mind, you're begging him not to hate you for what you were about to say. Clenching your eyes shut tightly "no" you shook your head, though it hardly moved with the tight grip he had on you, why is he making you admit this With? You already told him, didn't you? With your eyes shut you can't see the dismal look in your beloved eyes, perhaps that's for the best.

Satisfied with your response, he roughly thrusts inside your cunt, burying himself to the hilt in one swift move, his pelvis grinding on your clit. You let out a shrill scream at the sudden intrusion and above you, Esidisi groans at the tightness of your velvet walls squeezing him "you feel so good, little human" you mewl at the compliment. 

Even with the suddenness, your body is overcome with pleasure, Esidisi nuzzles against your cheek "tell me how good it feels" he commands "aah oh God, so-so good" you hesitantly praise him as told.

Upon hearing those words Caesar feels a warm liquid drip down his face, it isn't blood, all of which is cold by now, no, these are tears trickling from his eyes.

Esidisi wasted no time slamming his hips into yours, relishing in your moans of euphoria as he stretches you to your limit, looking between your legs he sees a bit of blood coating his cock "It seems I didn't prepare you well enough, do forgive me" he says though he's clearly not looking for forgiveness.

Even with his blurry vision, Caesar can make out the villain's rough hands groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your pebbled nipples between his large fingers, his lips and tongue dragging across your neck, but what hurts him the most is your reaction to all of this. How can someone he thought loved him do this? How could you enjoy him?

Your mind is too clouded by this foreign feeling to notice the strained and wretched sobs let out by your dearest. The feeling of your back scraping against the tiny stones, piercing your skin, and causing you to bleed was nothing but an afterthought, you just wanted to finally untie the ever-growing knot in your abdomen.

Esidisi stops his thrusting and pulls out of your aching cunt, leaving you painfully empty and confused "on your stomach, ass up" he commands, you're certainly surprised but follow your given orders and turn on your stomach you meet with a forgotten sight, the maimed face of your beloved Caesar and you tried to get up but you're forced back to the ground by the hand of Esidisi, his other hand is tightly holding you hip with bone-crushing force, you're fairly sure he's caused a hairline fracture or something as pain shoots up from your hip.

"No, darling, look at him, look at the relationship you've ruined" the sentence came out as a coo, like a mother to her child, but beneath it is a deep malice, he brutally thrusts back into your soaked and awaiting pussy. You couldn't care less about the pleasure and pain you're feeling, all of your focus is on the blond man you had come to love "I'm so sorry, please, please do-n't hate me, plea-se" your pitiful begging and sobbing for forgiveness is music to Esidisi's ears, but he wanted more. 

"Tell him how much you love it and how he will never compare" you look back to Esidisi, staring with wide eyes, horrified "wha-? I can't!" he shakes his head slowly "you want him to live, yes?" he tangles his hands in your hair and lifts you by the strands, no doubt ripping out a good chunk of it. He put his mouth to your ear, letting his breath linger for a bit, letting you feel the warmth and then the cold as he breathes in and out.

"If he truly loves you, he'll forgive you" his voice was just a whisper "look, he's already so hard from this, perhaps he likes it when I take you," he says, licking his lips, your eyes trail down Caesar body to his groin, he does indeed have an erection and despite all the blood on his pants the one clean spot near his tip was soaked wet with precum.

He lets go of your hair, you have little time to react and your nose connects with the ground, blood gushes out and covers your mouth and chin, slipping down your neck, Esidisi rudely brings his fingers to pinch your bleeding nose shut, making the blood pool in your sinuses before it flows into your mouth. "Come one, tell him how much you love my cock" he says, letting your nose go,, you cough up the blood in your mouth once he lets go. You want to tell Caesar you're sorry for this but fear the consequences if you do.

"I-I love it, oh I love it so much nngaha pleas-ah give me more, more pl-eeeaasse! He's so good so much better than you'll ever be" you relent finally, Esdisi grins, thrusting harder into your cunt "do you hear that, hamon user? She loves this, more than she'll ever love you" there's a sick grin twisted onto the pillar man's face as he says it and you close your eyes, trying to ignore Caesar.

"Ahng she's soaking for me, such a tight, wet cunt" he hunches over you, pressing his chest to your back, "say it again, but better, little one" you let out a wail as he hits your cervix but even with your tight chest and aching cunt you could feel a slickness run down your thighs, you open your eyes to look to Esidisi "please, not again" you beg, but he just snickers "do it or I'll make you watch me kill him" and your expression is so beautiful to him, a look of true terror. 

"He-he's sooo much better than you'll ever be, Caesar. Nothing could ever compare" you figure Esidisi is satiated as he kisses your neck. Caesar feels himself twitch at hearing his name roll off your tongue, his cock straining against the expensive fabric of his pants. Despite how much you hate saying these things your abdomen gets tighter and tighter, finally feeling ready to snap.

Esidisi lifts your upper half, letting Caesar see your breast bounce with each thrust and your arousal drip onto the ground below as he fucks you. He knows you're close and so is he, cock twitching and throbbing inside of you, so very close. 

He reaches down to rub your clit, pushing you violently over the edge and making you cum, the feeling of your cunt squeezing him was too pleasurable, and then came thick, sticky ropes of cum, painting your insides white. It burned, his semen was hot, unbearably so, and if you weren't orgasming you'd be rolling on the ground in pain.

"It's so hot! Too hot! It hurts!" you shriek, struggling against his tight grip on your body, Caesar could see Esidisi's cum spilling onto the ground beneath you and steam as he continued thrusting into your spasming cunt even after his orgasm has ended. 

When he finally stops, he flipped you over, pulling out of your sensitive and burning cunt, admiring the flow of cum coming out of your still twitching pussy before sticking two fingers inside, pushing out even more cum, and forcing a pained moan out of you. "Please. eh... No more, I-I can't take it" your voice is so hoarse, but all he did was laugh "It's only been 33 minutes" he laughs. Oh great, he's keeping exact track "we still have so much time... Of course, you could just give up now and..." he cups your face, leaning in "let your very precious little Caesar die by my hand."

You cringe and sob, nuzzling into his hand, letting him dig his fingers deeper inside of you, pressing the pads of his fingers against the burns he had just left "you're such a good girl for him" his praise doesn't feel honest, but you can't tell if he's intentionally mocking you, however. "So committed" he looked to Caesar "you should be grateful, most men go their whole lives without ever encountering a woman with such commitment to them." Caesar groans, he's starting to wish you weren't as committed because this hurt him far more than dying ever would.

"But, she is still a very dirty, very filthy girl, she did just cum around my cock, didn't she?" he moves his thumb to circle your overstimulated clit, making you tighten around his digits and moan. Your teeth grind together, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers burrowing their way inside of the wet used heat between your legs. The hand on your cheek tangles itself in your hair, fingernails scrapping against your scalp, petting you like your are an animal, someone's pet.

"I wonder who else she gives herself away to, perhaps your friend? What was it, Joseph, I believe?" Caesar balls his fist up, taking with it a handful of those sharp pebbles, you shake your head at Esidisi's accusations and he tuts "oh, you haven't? I'm not sure I believe you, seeing as you were so quick to take up my offer, I can scarcely think of a reason such a pure girl would give in so easily without a fight" his grin stretches from ear to ear as he continues to humiliate you.

"Can't you just finish?" You ask desperately, voice cracking, hands coming up to cover your face as tears begin to fall. Esidisi laughs loudly in your face, shaking his head playfully "lasting 3 hours with me doesn't just mean me fucking you in all your tight little holes, dear" he says and your eyes widen, all of them? "Please..." You start to beg "just get this over with" you truly mean your words as a plea to get the pillar man to hurry his assault but he doesn't take them that way, no, he twists them up and makes them seem worse than they are.

"Oh, so very eager, don't worry, I'll fill you up again soon enough," he says as he pulls his fingers out of your burning cunt, you shake your head "no, that's not wha-" you don't get to finish as slides a wet finger somewhere just below, he teases your asshole, you want to protest louder but he forces the tip of his finger into your hole, it's a bit painful, but not that bad in all honesty, and the stretch it's giving you feels so good.

He starts to push it deeper before he pokes another one of his thick fingers inside, your lip is caught between your teeth as you spread your fingers to peak down between your thighs, you can't see what he's doing but you can see Esidisi's arm move up and down as he slowly works your virgin hole open.

"Well, it appears that you're enjoying it" he croons in your ear before ever so gently taking the lobe between his teeth. "I should prepare you further but you're taking me so well already, I'm sure it'll be easy for you, little one" his fingers leave you as he finishes his sentence, quickly replaced by the prodding head of his once again hard, flushed cock.

He lifts one of your legs and grabs it for leverage as he pushes in, it hurts now, his cock is so much thicker and longer than his fingers, and it stretches the hole beyond what you can take. Your back arches in pain and your eyes squeeze shut, you squirm away from him only to be roughly forced still by his hands, you bite your lip even harder at the pain, snot mixing with the copious amount of blood that fell from your nose.

"Ahh, you are so tight" he moans as he finally bottoms out into you "you were made for this, weren't you?" You don't even register the question as a question, just another cruel joke by your humorous abuser but Esidisi doesn't mean it as a joke. His hands wrap around your wrists and force them off your face, your features scrunch up with tears, blood, and snot coating all of it "come on now, no need to be shy, this is your purpose now, being a good little cunt to warm your master's cock, isn't that right?"

You know he wants it answered this time, you open your mouth but before you can force the words out a sob leaves it instead. "I am reminded of how you humans are" Esidisi persists, sighing dramatically like he's in a play reading a script "tell me what I want to hear, pet" your teeth instinctively grind together at the degrading name, your throat is heavy with regret as you try to get the words he wants to hear out "I was... I was-" you can't finish it, shaking your head you sob "please don't make me!" You can't lower yourself anymore.

Esidisi thrusts particularly hard this time, wrapping his hand around your throat, again he applies no pressure whatsoever, letting it rest on your fragile neck, it's just a warning that if he wants to he can and will end you at any moment and you know that. "I'm made for this!" It's practically a scream and Esidisi's hands tighten around your neck and hip as he picks up the pace "again, pet, add a bit more enthusiasm, I want to believe you, and look at me when you say it, don't hide from your master" his thumb strokes over your jugular as he loosens his grip again.

You pause for a moment, trying to think of something that will please him, he's patient seeing the gears in your head turn before you open your eyes "I'm made for you, master, just you, only you" you feel the bile burn your heart as the words escape your mouth, but they do seem to please the white-haired pillar man as you watch small but triumphant smile cross his once stern lips.

Caesar can't believe those words came from you and chooses to tell himself that they didn't, no they came from someone else, someone who looks and sounds just as heavenly as you, some evil demon that took your perfect body for its own. Esidisi's piercing gaze glints back at Caesar's watering eyes as he maneuvers you to fuck you much more intimately, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, his cock reaches deeper inside of you, it's painful and the tip feels like it's going to puncture a hole right through your intestines.

Your fingernails harshly claw at his back but never once break the skin, simply sliding along like it's sculpted marble. You bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent, he smells of sweat and blood, but also something you can't place, citrus, you think but aren't sure, you can't place the fruit, no matter how hard you try, it's not oranges or grapefruit, nor lemons or limes, it's perplexing and all you can focus on, the body becoming numb to the intrusion, frustration bubbles in your chest and even more tears fall down your face, why can't you figure it out?

You're thoughts are replaced by an agonizing burning sensation filling your insides, it reaches much deeper than it did in your cunt, and you swear you feel it spurt into your stomach. Esidisi holds you close, plugging you up with his hot cum, not wanting any to leave you yet. His fingertips hug so tightly to the plush of your hips they leave angry red marks, no doubt going to leave a very ugly reminder of this encounter for weeks to come.

Your body stills, the cum sloshes inside you, there's no way it wasn't physically burning through you, the pain is overwhelming and without warning you vomit, it covers Esidisi's back. He doesn't seem disgusted however, he seems... Please, perhaps? He lets you go, sitting up, soft cock still making its home in your ass, he presses down on your abdomen and you vomit once again as your insides burn, this time all over your chest and stomach, some of it hitting his hand.

You hear him let out a light laugh before he carefully spreads your cheeks and slowly pulls out of your burning hole, licking his lips as his cum leaks out, mixing with blood and burnt flesh. To any other, this would be disgusting, but Esidisi takes a lot of pride in what his semen can do to a feeble human, truly he had no idea before this moment, the pillar people are hard and nearly resistant to all harm, burning included, but humans are so delicate and easily harmed.

He lets go of your ass, he spreads his thighs a bit wider so he can easily yank you down between them, the gravel beneath you cutting open you're already torn-up back. Esidisi taps his soft cock against your lower lip "clean me off, you've made such a bloody mess" his sentence says he's telling you he gives you no choice but to take his cock into your mouth as he takes a fistful of your hair and pushes it against your lips, vomit still dripping down your chin you open your mouth and allow him to force your head onto his cock, it hits the back of your throat but that's not enough for Esidisi, he pushes himself deeper, straight down.

He lets out a loud and guttural moan "that's it, you're so tight here, I should have tried your throat first" it sounds like a threat, his voice is dark with lust and something violent, and you feel his cock stiffen down your throat. You thought it would taste disgusting, and your sure it would if you could taste anything but your airways cut off, you should struggle, you should want to struggle, but you don't. Your head is light and airy, there's a phantom feeling of him thrust inside of your throat, the intense stretch it gives you is so odd, you know it's there but can't begin to comprehend it as air can no longer enter or leave your lungs, broken nose not helping in the slightest.

Esidisi seems to be aware as he pulls out to just leave the swollen tip against your blood and vomit-stained lips, his eyes look down at you with fierce pride as he takes in how much he's ruined you. Your eyes are glassy, no more tears fall or sorrowful looks to be seen, sweat drips down your forehead, soaking your hairline, dried blood and snot cover your cupid bow, dark and flaky. You should be gulping down air but your breaths are shallow, barely taking in any at all. Your throat feels like it's been torn apart and even though he no longer resides there it still feels stuffed to its limit.

He reaches to his side and grabs a... Hand? Your eyes widen in horror, the mangled hand belongs to Caesar, your Caesar. He wraps it around his saliva-covered cock and starts to pump it around his throbbing length, you turn your head to look at Caesar but your fingertips face you back to stare at Esidisi "don't look away, pet, your master's giving you a treat" his grin makes you nauseous again and you retch but nothing comes out. He jerks Caesar's hand faster and harder until cum spurts out from the tip and lands on your face, he rides the blond's hand through his orgasm until he's satisfied and chucks it back to its owner.

The white substance burns your face, sliding down your eyelashes and cheeks, and the area it touches becomes red and irritated before the cells are destroyed and exposed to the flesh underneath. You should sob or cry out in pain, so why can't you?! It makes you angry, your stomach twisting in a tight knot and teeth grating against one another as it boils inside you.

"Now, you're truly my greatest masterpiece." Esidisi comes off as casual and even playful as he says his degrading and insulting piece. "You've done what I needed and I'm a man of my word, pet, you and your lover may go." Had it been three hours already? Time seems irrelevant right now. Before when gets up he leans close to your ear.

"I wonder how in love he'll be when you return, he'll never forgive you, you know? He'll seethe with jealousy and rage, I've ruined you for anyone else, especially your lover boy."

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[appalachianapologies]

Hello!! Here are some writer asks for you: 17. talk to me about the minutiae of your current wip. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. 35. what’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens? 38. what is something about your writing process YOU think is really weird? if you are comfortable, please share. if you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

hiii!!!!

17. talk to me about the minutiae of your current wip. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

hold on i need to look something up

okay so!!! im not in the middle of writing any fic rn, so this question is going to be about Lou is for Lavender. there's a lot about Louisa's childhood that I've fleshed out, specifically about working on motorcycles with her step-dad and mending the fence in the front yard. For Dana, she and her husband were high school sweethearts and in order to get privacy from her freaking giant family, they would take his car and drive out on a dirt road a few miles away from the ranch and do a little smoochy smoochy lol.

35. what’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

"write and gear your stories toward your audience!" no. fuck you i write what i want when i want and none of it is cohesive or for the same group of people. thank u for coming to my tedtalk <3

38. what is something about your writing process YOU think is really weird? if you are comfortable, please share. if you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

i think of basically of my plots when im trying to fall asleep or when im in the shower which like isn't that weird. until you think about the fact that some of my greatest work has been thought up when im naked 💀

ALSO i always mouth the dialogue that i write and do all of the facial expressions (usually exaggerated) so whenever people are around me when im writing, like my parents or roommate, they just kind of walk away slowly because it looks like im going mad

these asks

#is minutiae a word that regular people know #am i just out of the loop #i literally have never once seen that word before in my life help #asks #rosieblogstuff #we love rosieblogstuff very much #thank you for asking!!! <3333

[nadjadoll]

I’ve only seen a few episodes of American Gods, I always meant to watch more!!! But I love the new OC her aesthetic is so amazing and I can’t wait to hopefully hear more abt her if you share more!

Ahhhh that makes me so happy 🥺🥺

AG is quickly becoming a comfort show of mine, even if s2 was... less than desirable, I've heard much better things about s3 so far!

And yeah my oc for it is a mess haha but I'm really starting to love her no pun intended

#😭 i do want to get back to sharing things about my ocs #they really only exist rn on pinterest and that makes me sad #because i used to do edits ALL the time and post facts from time to time and do those oc tag games :( #i say it a lot but i will do that again hopefully one day soon #but yeah shes baby and a total disaster at the same time shes great aogjdjs #im trying to flesh her out as i slowly write her fic #ive got a few ideas going but im mostly just seeing where it takes me

[malfoysstilinski]

Could you write Draco making love to the reader and praising her. Just overall soft smut :)

Soft Draco Malfoy smut

draco malfoy x fem!reader

content/warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex, praise.

word count: 0.6k

a/n: sorry i’ve been gone for a while. ive been focusing on my draco fic on wattpad and im in my final year of college doing exams, so it’s been kind of hectic. im going to try and write more this summer though :) 

“You’re so beautiful, darling,” Draco murmured, his lips placing kisses over your bare skin as he drove his cock slowly in and out of you. “‘Make me feel so good when you let me make love to you like this.”

Breathy whimpers left your lips as your arms moved to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Draco’s mouth met yours in the middle, lips overlapping like matching puzzle pieces, slightly wet and messy, but still perfect. The smell of his body wash had your eyes nearly rolling back from where he hovered over you, using his arms to keep himself up.

“I just love you so much,” he said when you both pulled away, one hand moving to brush some of your hair out of your face so he could see you clearer. “‘Love you, love your body… Everything about you is just…”

He was cut off as your walls clenched around his cock, causing Draco to suddenly moan, his eyes closing. He buried his head into your neck, his hips slowly rocking in and out of you as his lips moved back to your skin. He sucked marks on your delicate body, beautiful deep bruises that were evidence of his desire and love for you.

You hadn’t been expecting for Draco to be so gentle with you today, usually you both preferred it harder and faster, but you weren’t complaining. You were basking in his affection, feeling warm and loved and content - like you were untouchable and safe from the rest of the world so long as Draco was here.

And he was there. Draco was with you because he wanted to be there because he loved you so much and he wanted to show you it. He’d rather be here, in his dorm room with you beneath him whimpering like some sort of goddess, than anywhere else in the world. He wanted to be consumed by you; wanted to never leave this safe haven.

“You’re so good for me,” Draco whispered, “Such pretty little moans.”

His mouth trailed down to your breasts, his teeth nibbling and sucking at your flesh. A particularly soft moan falling from your lips had him detaching himself so he could be right above you again. He hated that he had missed the look on your face when he made you feel good. Draco wanted to watch your face as you fell apart. He needed to pay attention to the way your brows furrowed slightly and your eyelids nearly flickered shut when he did something especially good.

He reached out and grasped your hand that had been in the sheets, pulling it above your head and against he mattress. Draco’s fingers intertwined with yours, your palms pressed together as his cock rocked in and out of your cunt, hitting the spot that you loved the most. Your body arched upwards into him a little, a little moan echoing in the back of your throat.

“‘Think you’re gonna cum, darling?” Draco whispered, peppering kisses just above your ear.

“Mhm,” you murmured, trying to thrust your hips up towards him a little more. “Please.”

“Cum for me,” Draco murmured, “Cum for me, Y/N.”

You tipped over the edge as he reached down to play lazily with your clit. Draco watched your face as you came, wishing he could take a photograph and remember it for the rest of his life. It had him coming right after you, a grunt leaving his lips as well as the echo of your name.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Draco moaned quietly as he finished, pulling out of you after a moment.

He rolled onto the bed beside you, immediately pulling you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your arm.

“I love you so much.”

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[quietmyfearswith]

perfect fit {ransom drysdale x fem!reader}

perfect fit {ransom drysdale x fem!reader} 

status — completed 

warnings — cursing, unprotected penetrative sex (pls be safe when havinf sex), mirror sex, semi-public sex, degradation (slight), oral sex (female receiving), mentions of blood and being poked (briefly and not detailed)

word count — 3,370 words

a/n — lmao i have no shame i got inspired to write this because of an something i listened to which had a similar premise. i had a sequel in mind but idk if im gonna write that since i have a lot of fics planned out. feedback is appreciated and hope u guys have a lovely day !! :> 

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It was something no one expected Ransom to do; but he did it anyway.

He was just lounging in his home one day and he took one of the many notebooks he had lying around and suddenly found himself sketching different clothing articles. By the time he was able to tear his focus and hands away from the notebook, it was already 11:45 at night, “Huh, so in the past five hours I was able to design 11 clothes,” he quietly thought to himself as he closed the notebook that contained his ideas and headed to bed.

The following day consisted mostly of doing two things; more designing and making calls. He was looking for possible suppliers who could give him the materials he needed in order to bring his designs to life. He also ordered his assistant to look for tailors who were willing to sew and stitch them to life, as he did not have any intentions on making those himself. Searching for a place to lease to station where the clothes would be made and sold was also something he did.

All of that happened almost 19 months ago; Ransom just suddenly had the idea of creating his own clothing line and he was successful in that endeavor. His brand was known for its eloquent and classy designs, while still being comfortable and affordable. It was also a bonus that the materials they used were cruelty-free and vegan; though this wasn’t really his idea, something his assistant had suggested and something he mindlessly agreed with as he was burying himself in designing a dress.

When his family found out about his current endeavor, there were various reactions in response. Joni seemed to be legitimately excited to see if Ransom’s design would match her taste and even told him how she was willing to post about his line on her Instagram. Meg and Walt finally had something in common as they both teased him and questioned his sexuality since he suddenly became interested in fashion; even his own father silently had the same thoughts and concerns. His mother, however, was somewhat proud of her son following in her footsteps and making a name for himself. While Harlan was surprised on how he was persistent in pursuing fashion, for he always thought that his first grandson would be his successor in terms of writing and in handling the publishing company.

Ransom, having had enough of their judgmental comments and half-assed support, snapped at them once he broke the news as they were enjoying dessert, “Alright, all of you, eat shit! No offense, Mom, but you had a loan from Granddad and without his money you’d be nowhere! Joni, cut the shit! We all know you rely on those brand deals you have and of course, on our family’s money. And Walt? At least I’m gonna make something of my own! Unlike you who just relies heavily on the books Granddad gives you to publish. And what the fuck does fashion have to do with one’s sexuality? If clothes make people gay then why are you wearing that sorry excuse of an outfit? Scared people might find your dick too small?” 

And with that, he left the house as a sea of screams and commotion followed him, but he chose to ignore it of course.

In the span of those 19 months, his clothing line took off. Critics spoke highly of it, consumers couldn't get enough of his designs, and he was being constantly praised for his creativity. So it made Ransom feel as if he was on top of the world.

After his designs being featured on various fashion shows and being worn by numerous celebrities, the pressure to put out equally great designs was taking a toll on Ransom. Hence why he often spends time on the main store and headquarters he had in Boston. The place was fairly spacious — it had an office for where he could have meetings or design some of his clothes, a spacious and luxurious space for the customers to try on the clothes, rows of sewing machine next to an array of cloth for the workers whom he fairly compensated for their hard work, and even a small circular platform placed in front of mirrors for alterations. 

Ransom advised his staff to go home early to enjoy the start of the weekend and he would be the one to close the store and balance what they had already sold and what was left. As he was busy in the counter checking the log and counting the money, he heard the chimes of the bell that hung above the door make a sound, directing his attention to where a lovely woman stepped into the store and it felt as if all the oxygen in his body left his body with how breathtaking the woman was.

“We’re about to close in a few minutes,” was all he managed to let out as the woman stood on the opposite side of the counter; she just smiled as she placed the gown wrapped in plastic down on the counter, “Oh? I’m so sorry but I was just wondering if I can have this gown altered? I bought it hastily last week and only got to try it on two days ago since I was incredibly busy with work and realized how loose it was on me.”

He looked down on the gown as he spoke, “Yeah well we close earlier on Fridays so,” prolonging the word so, he noticed how she moved as if she was about to exit the establishment, but he wondered, “What is the work you do that kept you busy?”

The question surprised both of them; Ransom didn’t know as to why he was curious about it, but it probably had to do with how he just wanted an excuse to talk to her and listen to her soothing voice. While Y/N didn’t realize that those were one of the requirements in order to have a dress altered, she told him anyway what kept her busy.

Nodding his head, he made an impulsive decision, “My assistants just left, but I can take care of it. It shouldn’t be a big problem” Her eyes lit up excitedly and she smiled widely and thanked him for being able to accommodate her. “Just go to one of the dressing rooms and change to the gown, and head to where the platform is — just right across, okay?” She nodded and followed to where his hands pointed to where he’d be waiting for her.

As she scurried off to the change, he found himself questioning himself as he switched off the open sign, grabbed a notebook, pen, and measuring tape, and waited for her to come out. Why the hell am I making such an effort for her? And when she did step out of the dressing room and made her way to step on the circular elevated platform, he remembered just why he was going out of his way to serve her; because she looked fucking gorgeous, especially seeing her wear a gown he designed.

Standing on the platform, she shyly looked at him to which he found adorable, “Why don’t you spin around slowly for me?” She nodded and did so, “What seems to be the problem with the gown?”

With her back facing him, she craned her neck and replied, “I found the length to be too long, I’m afraid I might trip on it,” as she faced him he noticed how he was standing dangerously close, and his facial features were dead serious, “So you just want to trim it a bit?”

She nodded, “Would it be possible to create a slit?” And just as she made that suggestion, she bunched up a bit of the gown and showed him how she wanted the slit to look like; but all it did to Ransom was make him drool with how luscious and soft her legs looked like. “Okay, yeah that’s something we can do.” 

Grabbing a small container full of sewing pins he took hold of the bunched up fabric she held in her hand and told her he got it. “You know when I designed these gowns, you were exactly the target buyers I had in mind,” she tilted her to the side, confused with what he meant so he further explained, “Gorgeous, elegant, and absolutely stunning; especially once they wear my clothes.”

Her cheeks suddenly became a dark shade of red as she tried to shrug off his compliment, “Well I don’t really wear these kinds of clothes, but when a wedding comes, you have to.” As he was placing the pins on the fabrics, he looked up from where he was sitting on the platform, him being eye level with her thigh was doing nothing to prevent him from nursing a hard on, “A wedding you say?” 

Snatching a glance from where her hands rested on her hips to get out of his way, he took note of the lack of ring and voiced out his observation, “I’m not seeing any ring on both your hands, so I’m gonna assume that you’re not the bride?” She laughed softly and shook her head, “No, I'm not the bride-to-be, my best friend is.”

“Good to know,” Ransom said softly and she didn’t hear it well and was about to question what he just said as she felt the sewing pins poke her skin. “Ow, fuck!” She yelped, which made the designer realize that instead of piercing through the dress, he accidently lightly grazed her leg. “Fuck, I’m sorry!” He apologized as he pulled the pin and wiped her upper thigh that started to bleed a little. 

Feeling his warm hand envelope her hand and the thumb swiping away the crimson liquid, made her feel tingly as she looked down on him. Inching his face closer to her thigh, he looked up at her as his lips touched the area that he unintentionally hurt her in, “I’m so sorry for hurting you,” Y/N was stunned as his lips were back on her thigh after apologizing. 

Breathlessly, she just nodded and was surprised both his hands took a hold of her ankles and were softly caressing her just like how his lips were being gentle with her flesh. As his hands were sliding up towards her shins, she could feel the goosebumps on her skin rise, and by the time they reached her thighs, that was the only time Ransom detached his lips from her skin, “You taste divine, baby girl. But I’m not done with making it up to you.”

Having a sudden surge of confidence, Y/N spoke out, “Then keep kissing me if you want to make it up to me.” Ransom too, was surprised because this meek-looking beauty demanded him to do something, “I beg your pardon?” It was her turn to be brave and brazen as she smirked down on him, “Keep on kissing my thighs or else I’ll leave a bad review of your services.”

Quickly, Ransom placed his lips back on her thigh, kissing and smooching every inch he could find; he wasn’t sure if he was threatened with how his business could be negatively affected or was he just turned out at the prospect of being told by this beautiful woman to keep on admiring her figure.

Tangling her fingers on his hair, she tugged at him and guided her where she wanted his mouth as he gave verbal directions, “Higher, baby, kiss me higher.” Though his eyes were darkened with pleasure of having to know what her skin tastes like and aroused with how he met someone who was able to tell her what she wants and bosses him around; he’s never had someone do that to him, for it was always him calling the shots.

Poking his tongue out, he traced over the outline of her lace underwear which resulted in her letting out a moan and tightening her grip on his hair — urging him to keep going. Moving from her thigh, he kissed his way until he was face to face with the center of her pussy. Inhaling her scent, he closed his eyes as he groaned and took in her addictive scent and lunged forward to kiss and lick her clothed core. Even with the fabric in its way, he was nipping on her pussy lips and licking through it, getting a faint taste of her.

“Oh, more please,” she gasped out in pleasure; and with that plea Ransom moaned as he tore his mouth from where he was making out with her clit and smirked as she heard her sigh at the sudden loss of contact. Looking up at her, he gave her a grin as he asked, “Did you honestly think you would be the one who’ll call all the shots, baby?”

Somehow, her crimson red cheeks managed to turn into an even deeper shade of it at what he said. He then moved to pull her panties down her legs, he didn’t even wait for her to kick them out of her as he immediately licked from her clit down to her opening. Moaning out, she trembled a bit and Ransom’s hands latched themselves onto her thighs to help prevent her from falling.

“Careful now baby girl,” he warned her as he looked up to see her flushed face starting to drip with sweat, his lips never fully removing themselves from her clit so with every word he spoke the vibrations was felt throughout her core, “Wouldn’t want you to injure yourself. How are you gonna turn up to the wedding then?” 

As he finished his question, his tongue pushed itself into her tight opening and swirled around inside. Feeling dainty fingers push his face further, he was able to get a better taste of her juices that began to drip down to his tongue and he hissed at how delectable they were. Pulling out his tongue from her pussy, he immediately licked his way up to her swollen clit, “You taste amazing, baby,” he moaned out as he focused his efforts into sucking her clit hard and fast, feeling her thighs began to shake — a sign that she was close to her orgasm.

But Ransom wouldn’t let her cum right away, his left hand left the warmth of her thigh and slapped her clit multiple times, she opened her eyes in shock and looked down on the designer, aroused and elated with what he did. Getting the hint that she enjoyed what he did he teased her by saying, “You like it when I slap that clit?” Seeing how she nodded and bit her lip, he went on and slapped her clit multiple times but with not a lot of force, and his tongue went on to caress her tight opening until she once again began to quiver. 

“God you’re such a filthy slut,” he stated as he stopped the movements his tongue and hand were doing, and went on to bite lightly her thigh, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you. Have to make sure my customer leaves this place satisfied with my services.” As he mentioned the double entendre, his voice was laced with desire and hunger.

Giving her thigh one last kiss, he stood up from the platform and placed his hands on her hips and lifted her so she stood on the ground just like he was. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pushed her against him so their lips met and they began to hungrily make out. Her hands were at his cheeks, softly grazing his cheeks which contradicts how their tongues were roughly dancing with each other. While Ransom’s other hand was feeling for the zipper on her back, unzipping it and pushing the dress off of her.

Moving both his hands to touch her back, he noticed the lack of bra and felt how her nipples harden against the fabric of his shirt, he separated their lips from where they were entangled and looked down to see her breasts, “Such a nasty little girl you are, aren’t you? Wearing this gown with no bra underneath, like you wanted me to see just how good your boobs are.”

She shook her head, “The gown goes well best without a bra,” she defended. Amused with her reply Ransom decided that they’ve had enough foreplay; both his hands planted on her hips and pulled her back so it was flush against his front, “And you know what would go best with your divine body? My cock and cum,” one of his hands grabbed onto his cock and rubbed the tip of it against her folds, feeling her shudder at the sensation, “So come on and take it.”

“Shit baby girl, you’re so tight for a slut,” Ransom groaned as he threw his head back with how her walls squeezed his hard dick in one smooth motion. The hand that guided his cock in repositioned itself and held onto her hair, pulling her head back and arching her back away from his chest, which contrasted the way her ass was pushing back to accommodate Ransom’s cock.

Hand in her hair and the other on her hip, Ransom was pulling her into his cock with sharp, fast, and harsh thrusts; while her moans and whines did nothing but to fuel him to drive his thick meat deeper in her. “You like this don’t you, baby? You like how I’m just ramming into you like you’re nothing but a whore?” He taunted as he let go of her hip and began to rub, twist, and pull at her nipples.

Y/N could only nod, too blissed out to give out a verbal response for the way he was deliciously torturing her nipples disabled her from forming a coherent sentence, much less a thought. Unhappy with how she responded, he let go of her hair and slapped both her ass cheeks, “Answer me! Tell me you like it!”

She went still for a moment due to the sting of his slaps, she widened her eyes and peered over her shoulder to look at him, “I love it! I love how you’re treating me, sir.” The title she had given him made him even more feral as he ordered her, “Look in the mirror slut, look at how desperate you are for me.”

Feeling shy from seeing her blissed out state on the reflection, she instead diverted her gaze on the man behind her who was mercilessly pounding into her. She found it absolutely hot how his jaw was clenched so hard and his eyebrows were furrowed; it made her clench down on him hard which led to Ransom to slam deep inside her and grab onto her shoulders, “You’re close aren’t you, baby? You’re about to cum on my cock aren’t you?” She nodded and whined, “Yes, sir, I’m so close. Please let me cum,” he chuckled in appreciation, she begged him to cum without even telling her to do so. 

Speeding up the pace of his thrusts, his one hand was now alternating with rubbing and pinching her clit, in order to get her right on the edge. His lips were resting against her ear, his pants were only turning her on even more and with a final pinch of his fingers, she was cumming hard and with a loud wail.

Feeling how her walls squeezed him too tight to the point he couldn’t move anymore, Ransom stilled inside her and wrapped his arms around her stomach, “Fuck, you feel good.” After a couple of breaths, Ransom collapsed to sit down on the platform, taking her with him. Sitting down, he took the time to steady his breaths and recover from the intensity of their intercourse and orgasm. 

Snaking his hand to her cheek, he tilted her head enough for him to plant his lips on hers and let her give a faint taste of her own juices and he pulled apart from her not without planting a small kiss, “The gown will be ready in a week, baby. And it’s on me.”

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[fluffymcu]

Always Here (Bucky x Reader)

request by: @deliciouspeachpirate 

summary: Bucky x teen!reader where the reader has a nightmare and Bucky comforts her.

A/N: I am on a roll with these fics! lol I’ve written like 4 fics in 5 days im kinda proud of myself lol. Maybe it’s because my mom got a laptop so I’m able to borrow it and write on here instead of my phone. My hands don’t cramp up anymore! yay!

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You had attended a mission in San Francisco where you'd have to rescue hostages from a secure facility that was run by a very powerful man, who was the most feared Mob boss in the city. He had a lot of friends in low places, and many of his workers were enhanced ex soldiers from Leviathan, so yes, they were dangerous. But of course, they were no match for the Avengers, so you easily took them down with the team and rescued the hostages. Fortunately, you had powers. Invulnerability and Power absorption. Nothing could penetrate your skin, and with just a single touch to the enemies, you easily absorbed their enhancements and fought them, equally strong. After the people were safe, you returned back home on the quinjet. When you got home, everyone was exhausted so they didn’t even bother eating dinner. You all went straight to bed and fell asleep.

Then the nightmares started.

The mission wasn’t exactly too bad, you’ve been to worse. You mostly used your powers to destabilize any enemies, but this time you had to get a little more physical. But you always had some sort of nightmare after a mission. How bad the nightmare was, it’d depend on how bad the mission was. So you didn’t understand why you were having such a bad nightmare.

You sat up in your bed in a sweat. You looked around your room, panting and rubbed your eyes. You took a minute to steady your breathing and looked at the time. 2:16am. You sighed and made your way out to the hallway. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and Bucky was the only one you really trusted to talk to him about your nightmares.

Bucky came to live at the compound only a month and a half before you did. You gravitated towards him quickly because you both were new, and didn’t have anyone else to feel comfortable with. Even though you were a teenager and there was a pretty large age gap, bucky made you feel like that wasn’t important. He trained you, took care of you, and he was there for you whenever you needed him. He became like a big brother to you. You loved him and he loved you. But for some reason, tonight, you felt nervous to go to him. Maybe it was the nightmare still messing with you.

You made your way to his room, slowly and stealthily, just like he taught you. You opened the door quietly and peeked inside. You tiptoed inside and stopped right at the foot of his bed. He was sleeping soundly and you stopped to think.

You knew Bucky had nightmares as well. Much more than you. It made you question whether to wake him, since these nights that he slept well were so rare. You bit your lip, deciding to just leave and try to go back to bed. You turned and tiptoed towards the door but you were interrupted by Bucky calling out to you. “Y/n?”

You stopped in your tracts and turned around to face him. He was now sitting up in his bed and looking at you. “Hey.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong?” You stayed silence and just looked down, shrugging. Bucky sighed and scooted over on his bed, patting the space next to him. “Come here.” You walked over and hopped onto bed with him, snuggling close to his side. “Had a nightmare?” He asked, wrapping his flesh arm around you to hug you close. You nodded and shut your eyes.

“I don’t know why, the mission wasn’t even that bad.” You mumbled.

“It happens. It’s ok. Why were you about to leave earlier?’ He asked, looking down at you.

You sighed, shrugging a shoulder. “You were sleeping well so… I just wanted you to rest since there’s not many times you get good sleep.” There was a moment of silence before Bucky sat up a bit to look at you right.

“Hey, look at me.” He lifted your chin up to face him. “I don’t care if that was the first night of good sleep in a whole month. You have a nightmare, you come to me. Anytime. I’m always here for you. Don’t ever be afraid or embarrassed to come to me with your problems, that’s what I'm here for. Ok?” You smiled shyly and nodded. “There's that smile I love!” He grinned, poking your belly under the sheets. You stifled a giggle and scooted away a bit but his hand still followed, squeezing and prodding around your belly and sides.

You finally let out your giggles, hiding your face into the pillow and halfheartedly pushing at his hands. As sensitive as you were, you didn’t really want him to stop this time. It was a good distraction from all the negative thoughts you were feeling and so you just laid there and took it. Bucky chuckled and moved his hand up to your neck and fluttered his fingers around and behind your ears, making you squirm a lot more. “So ticklish.” He hummed, going back to your belly and swirling his finger into your belly button. You let out a loud laugh at that, throwing your head back and twisting around. “You gotta keep it down, y/n/n, you don’t wanna wake anyone else on the team too, don’t you? I can only assume they’d wanna help me with this.” He teased, sitting up more to tower over you and blow a raspberry in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t contain the loud squeal that left your lips at that, and you recoiled, melting onto the mattress, the nightmare long forgotten.

You pushed at his shoulders but Bucky only slipped his hands into your armpits, making you collapse back onto the bed and squeezing your arms to your sides. “ohoOHOHOhokay! Ihihim smihiHIHIing!” You squealed, making Bucky laugh and pull his hands out. A moment passed, Bucky looking at you fondly. A yawn escaped your mouth as your eyes began to droop. Bucky smiled, as he realized his plan worked.

“Tired?” He smirked. You nodded with a light smile on your face. Bucky pulled you close to him again in a tight hug. “Go to sleep, Baby Doll.” He hummed. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around him and relaxing in his warmth.

“Goodnight. Love you Buck.” You said, before quickly falling asleep.”

“Love you too, Princess. Goodnight.” Bucky stayed up for a bit longer until he was sure you were sleeping, running his hands soothingly through your hair. When he heard your soft snore, he kissed your forehead and went back to sleep himself.

The both of you slept peacefully for the rest of the night, free of any nightmares and negative thoughts. You were glad you hadn’t left before he caught you, otherwise you’d probably still be having trouble going back to sleep. But thanks to Bucky, he made sure you didn’t have to go through it alone.

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I’m Right Here

Anonymous: Hey! I dont know if you are taking prompts, but Im craving your fics haha if you could write bucky x reader where they are together for some time and everyone tells her to be careful with him, that he can hurt her. and one night they are having sex and he is rough with her, but she ust take his head and hug him tight and he just melt and start to cry? Thank you and have lovely day Queen

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Dating Bucky was not a cool affair. When you’d both began to tell your friends about each other, on Bucky’s side, the responses were great. Steve and Tony couldn’t stop rambling about how good you were for him, and how much light you would bring in his life. 

But on your end, your friends had been just a little too raw with their truths. Bucky was an ex-Soviet spy. He was brainwashed. Unpredictable. He had killed an unknown amount of people, some innocent. He’d been the reason for the Avengers’ falling out in 2016. He was just generally bad news. 

One thing that kept coming up was his unpredictability to hurt you physically. That metal arm was just as much a deadly weapon of mass destruction as a nuclear weapon was. 

You navigated the confines of your relationship with him cautiously. You’d both sat on the ratty old couch of your apartment and talked about his past, about the frigid and murderous machine he used to be. You talked about his memories; the false and the real ones, the ones that hurt and the ones that brought a smile to his face. 

Testing the boundaries of your physicality with him, as he was as much scared of hurting you as your friends were. His strength was unpredictable to him also, hence why kissing and touching were very, very limited. 

“My mind is still not my own,” he said once, taking you by surprise when he put both arms around you - that was previously forbidden. 

You tested the limits of his mood; just how angry he could get, and just how happy he could be.

You tested his skin, both flesh and metal, and how much he reacted to your touch. 

You climbed onto him to engage in any physical contact, because God forbid, he never initiated anything, content with just being in your presence. He never introduced anything new, too afraid of his reactions, of the reflexes ingrained into him by the Soviets. He was too afraid of his instincts, those chemically synthesized in him, those who could kill you with a snap of his fingers. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered once, when you were between his knees. 

“I’m the one with my teeth near your testicles, and you’re afraid to hurt me?”

There were no more debates about oral sex after that. 

But the matter still remained over his unpredictable aggression.

Sometimes, the smallest things could set him off. Loki’s presence close to you. Other men simply speaking to you. You pressing on his memories. Him being unable to keep you utterly safe from him. 

His mind was not safe, and neither were his actions, but he did try. For you. And that is what he told you when you started to undress yourself and ask for him to have you. 

“No.” It was dry, making your eyes water. Did he not want you in that way?

“What?”

He sighed, pressing his nose against your neck and inhaling. “It’s too dangerous.”

“We can try,” you implored, feeling your chest swell with yearning. “And if you can’t control yourself, we can stop.”

He breathed heavily against you. “I won’t be able to stop myself if - “

He trailed off, pulling away from you and watching you with those crystal blue eyes of his. Dark hair framed his face, the stubble on his jaw creating intricate shadows along his features. 

“Okay,” he said, making you alight with immediate need. “We can try.”

You brought his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, your tongue against his. A growing heat was tugging in your belly, spreading to your crotch. 

He got up with you clutching around him, arms and legs. With his mouth still pressed to yours, he carried you to your bedroom, where he carefully lay you on your back on the mushness of your bed. He slowly began to undress you, his fingertips grazing your flesh, igniting you from inside out. 

“You’re so warm,” he groaned, mostly to himself, as he removed the last of your clothing, admiring you in your entire glory. He’d seen parts of you before, but never completely, utterly naked. He’d even taken off your socks. 

He stood before you at the edge of the bed, watching you with intent, burning eyes. You looked up, completely mesmerized, as he took off his t-shirt, exposing the part where his metal arm met the mangled flesh of his chest. The plates adjusted themselves, reflecting off the low lighting of the room. You raked your eyes along his bare chest, the incredible structure of him, like a glass God. 

You followed his fingers with your eyes, still so silent, as he unbuckled his trousers and let them fall on the floor. Still, you watched, feeling your core throb, as he took off his boxers and released his cock. 

“Bucky,” you breathed, trying to picture just how good he would make you feel, and just how good you would make him. 

He went to his knees before you, folding your legs and spreading them. You gasped as the cold air washed across your exposed flesh. Bucky looked at your soaking folds and then into your eyes. “I’m doing this to you?” he asked lowly. 

“Mhm.”

“Fuck.”

He gave you one long lick, making you whimper and struggle against the sheets. “God,” you breathed, clenching on hand in his dark locks. 

“Oh no, I’m Bucky.”

You playfully slapped him on his forehead, before receiving another deep lick from his treacherous tongue. You bucked your hips against his mouth and he rewarded you by sucking lightly on your clit, caressing your entrance with his forefinger. 

When you were withering on the bed, he plunged one finger into you and caressed your walls, listening to you moan his name. You came in his mouth in minutes, arching against the mattress, his name tumbling off your lips like a prayer. 

He kissed up your thighs and belly and chest until he was settled between your legs, kissing your neck. Your skin still buzzed, pleasure making your pussy feel heavy. You knew your orgasm would facilitate you in taking him, but when you glanced between both your bodies and spotted his hard cock against your belly, you wondered. He was big, that you knew from taking it in your mouth before, but this was different. Your body buzzed in anticipation, in nervous anticipation. 

He cradled your head between his hands, his eyes searching yours. He was filled with fear and you could feel it as you ran your hands up and down his back; his muscles tight and tensed beneath your digits. 

“Just try,” you cooed, nuzzling your nose with his. 

He kissed you tenderly. Electric bolts zapped across your skin. You moved against him, trying to coax him. 

He slipped his hand gently under your thigh to bring your knee to your chest. His flesh fingers squeezed against your leg, and you could feel him poking at your entrance. 

He pushed into you slowly, your mouth falling open as he gauged your reaction. Your hands curled against the back of his neck, pulling him down for a harsh kiss. He growled against your mouth, his metal hand wrapping against your bicep. 

He thrust in and out of you, the pleasure scuttling along your skin, making you moan against his kisses. He rolled his hips, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you almost want to scream out in pleasure.

The hand around your bicep moved just as a strangled groan left Bucky’s lips. Cool metal digits wrapped slowly around the base of your throat. His thrusts became full and harsh, snapping your hips almost violently. Your body moved deeper into the bed as you clawed the flesh of his back, trying to hold on.

His shoulders cupped and he swore under his breath, metal fingers digging into the flesh of your neck. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, nuzzling the side of his head. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, and his fingers squeezed - squeezed so hard that the breath was cut from your lungs. 

A wicked squeak came from your mouth, legs clenching around him, struggling against his vehement thrusts. 

You clawed his fingers. 

He stopped, breathless, retreating his hands as if your skin was a burning hot stove. His eyes widened, crisp blue tormented. 

You gasped in a breath, immediately reaching for his head with your hands. You cradled him, staring at him with a small smile. “It’s okay,” you said, bringing his head down towards your chest. 

Bucky was shaking. 

All thoughts of lovemaking had evaporated as Bucky’s trembling intensified against your body. Sobs escaped his lips, wetting the skin of your breasts. 

“I’m sorry,” he groaned. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered back, playing with the soft strands of his hair. “It’s fine. We’ll try again.”

He wrapped his arms around your torso slowly, tentatively, almost as if not to startle you. You welcomed his warmth, the shuddering sobs leaving his mouth, the way he turned his face into your chest as if to hide. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. “Tell me to leave. Tell me to never come back.”

“No.” It was your turn to be dry with him. “Never.”

Then you grabbed his jaw, turning his head until blue met your eyes. He looked at up, chin propped on your chest, brows pulled up. His eyes were glossy, cheeks wet, mouth red. 

“I’m with you for better or worse,” you told him, searching his gaze. “I’ll be here for you and always will. We’re in this together.”

He slowly rose to his hands, hovering over you, still with that same air of careful calculation. His thumb braced against your cheekbone. You laced your hands into the cool metal fingers, bringing it beside your head. You rose your legs, wrapping them around his waist. 

“Trust me,” you whispered. 

His lips parted, and he bent down to kiss you, mouth pressing hard against yours. “Okay.”

He rocked his hips once, twice, thrice until he found the same rhythm as before. His metal fingers clenched around your flesh digits. A moan graced your lips, trapped under his mouth, and this time the rocking of his hips was more tenacious than violent. 

“I’m right here,” you murmured, moaned, cried out with each of Bucky’s languid thrusts. 

He mumbled your name like a mantra, caressing the side of your face with his flesh fingers, chasing the spot inside of you that made your back arch into him. 

A tight knot built in your belly, stretching and pushing until your body was wound up tight like a rod. Bucky’s thrusts were getting sloppier as he neared his own climax, and as his pelvis kept a steady pressure on your clit, you came for a second time that night. He grasped your hip, keeping you anchored to the bed as he rode out your orgasm, spilling himself in you. 

Your fingers were numb from holding on to him for so long, but as you drew your hands across the surface of his back, his head returned to your chest. This time, he wasn’t crying. This time, he was breathless and warm and buzzing against your flesh. 

You smiled.

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[solynaceawrites]

SMEARED LIPSTICK

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lirael Thorne (OC) Rating: Explicit A/N: The one-shot is set sometime during my upcoming fic, Memory of the Waters, and features my OC, Lirael Thorne, who some of you might recognize from the AU story Promise Me Forever. @lickitysplitfic​ and I were talking about how she tries to get under Dante's skin and knows that he's got a thing for messy blowjobs featuring smeared lipstick, and this one-shot was born. It's 6k words of pure smut with just enough plot to justify it, and we hope you have as much fun reading it as we did writing it!

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Lir knows exactly what she's doing when she takes a photograph of herself with artfully smeared lipstick and sends it to Dante.

Two weeks ago, and at Nico's urging, she'd bought her second ever tube of lipstick, a dark, sinful red named Lust, and she'd worn it while going to help Dante at his branch of the Devil May Cry. He'd gotten a strange look on his face when he'd seen her, and it hadn't taken much prodding on her part for him to say that he really, really wanted her to give him a blowjob while wearing it because the idea of making a mess of her mouth was incredibly hot.

Of course, she hadn't agreed right away. While Dante is, perhaps, the most considerate lover she's had in terms of her always having the reins, so to speak, she'd never seen him that desperate, and aren't all good things worth waiting for? So, she'd continued to wear the lipstick around him, and sent him selfies of her wearing it and not much else, and, given the fact that she hasn't really seen him in a week due to the sudden influx of jobs on both ends, she knows that what she's done is just adding fuel to the fire.

Doesn't stop her from grinning as she carefully wipes the smudge away and reapplies, though.

Behind her, Nero taps his foot impatiently. "You ready or what?"

"You driving?" she asks, stowing the tube in her shoulder bag.

"Yeah. Let's go."

They head to the job site with little conversation. The portals around Fortuna had been getting little rips despite having been sealed four years ago, probably someone messing around with some unaccounted-for Order stuff. That's why Lir had been sticking around the city and helping Nero out rather than working with Dante: until they figured out why the rips kept happening, it was way safer.

Her phone buzzes and she swipes the screen, adjusting the brightness now that the sun had gone down. Lir snorts when she reads: Where are u?

Working, she replies.

A moment later: Are you coming here tonight?

No, don't know when we'll be done. Fortuna’s still crazy.

Lir smiles to herself knowing why he is asking. Truthfully, she's itching to get her hands on him too, it being days since she got her fill of Dante. What had started out as a bit of fun had turned into a full addiction, but one she didn't mind too much.

I need to see u babe!

"What are you laughing at?" Nero asks from the driver's seat.

"Dante's whining about the workload," she replies, and he snorts and drapes an arm out of the open window.

"Tell 'im he shouldn't have let a bunch of wackos open gates, then," he says, but there's no real bite to his tone. "Speaking of, can you ask him if he's plannin' on comin' out anytime soon? I wanted to ask him about this new demon we've been seeing."

"Sure." Unlocking her phone, she types: Nero wants to see you about a demon. After a moment's debate, she adds: Do you think it'll dye your skin if I go down on you?

His response is immediate. Don't care, that mouth is going around my cock.

"He said he'll swing by when he can."

Nero nods, then jerks his chin towards the radio. "See if that thing's workin', will ya? I want some music before we kill these fuckers."

She sends off a kiss emoji before stashing her phone, deciding if he answers she should leave him on read. Lir is glad they are headed for a fight, because her heart is racing now at his last text, and she is definitely going to need to work out some of this adrenaline.

The demons are easy enough, not powerful at all but so many that it keeps them busy enough. Nero gets more kills than she does, which kind of bothers Lir, even though she was busy finding the tear and sealing it up. Her knack for opening doors that was unlocked during the Order incident has extended to closing things up as well, so once she figures out where they are slipping in it's easy work.

Once the demons are gone and the hole plugged up, they are sweaty and dirty and trudge back to the van. It's coming up on 11 already, and as Lir flips down the visor to look at her smudged hair and the smeared red on her lips, Nero asks, "Want to get a drink?"

"No, I want a shower," she sighs. "Drop me home?"

"Sure." They pass the rest of the ride in their usual post-fight silence, which is comfortable and much needed for the both of them. It's not until the van is idling outside of the garage she shares with Nico that he says, "Kyrie's making meatloaf tomorrow and wants you to come."

"Tell her if she puts that special sauce of hers in, I'll eat the whole thing."

"Not if I eat it first," he fires back.

With a grin, she leans over to punch him lightly on the shoulder. "See ya tomorrow, loverboy. Give Kyrie some kisses from me."

He waves her off, though he's smiling too, and she climbs the steps to the second floor, fumbling for her keys. To her surprise, the door is open a crack; with a frown, she carefully draws her revolver from it's holster and clicks the safety off, gently nudging the door open with her shoulder. The sight of Dante sitting at her small kitchen table is almost comical since he's so damn large next to it, but the humor dies when she catches sight of the positively ravenous expression he's wearing.

"Good way to get yourself shot," she greets as she flicks on the light and leans White Queen next to the door. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Came to see you." He nods to the revolver in her hand. "You had any trouble?"

"Nope." Lir slips the gun into its spot before unhooking the holster and hanging it up.

"Good. Where's Nico?"

Lir chuckles to herself. "She's gone until Thursday. Went to see a vendor about some material."

"Good." There is movement behind her, and when Lir whips around Dante is right there. She sucks in a breath as he crowds her, stepping forward until she steps back and presses on the door. "You ready?"

"Ready for what?" she asks innocently, smiling up at him.

"For me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."

She blinks, then stifles a chuckle. "Sorry to disappoint, but you're gonna have to wait. I'm sweaty and covered in demon blood, so I'm gonna shower. You can sit on your hands if you're worried about keeping them to yourself."

"Nope." He leans down, one arm braced on the wall beside her head while he cups her chin with the other hand. "You can shower after. You know I can't stand being teased."

Lir grins and gives him a little shove, not at all surprised when he doesn't move an inch. "Poor thing. Leftie not cutting it for you anymore?"

"Leftie and rightie have retired," he murmurs. This is his thing: flirting, jokes, a sweet bit of self-deprecation . . . but tonight it's different. It's like there's no humor in his tone, and when Lir swallows, his eyes go to her throat.

"Like I said, I need to shower," she replies, her mouth dry.

"Ain't got nothing to do with your mouth, babe." His thumb smooths over her bottom lip, dragging hard across her flesh. Then he holds up his hand and glances at the light red streak on the pad of his thumb. "You still got that lipstick?"

She nods, fishing the tube out of her pocket, and he studies it for a second, his lips curling up in something that's not quite a smile. "Put it on."

Without hesitation, she pops the top off and runs the cream over her lips, rubbing them together to make sure it's applied as evenly as it can be without using a mirror, and then she closes it and deposits it back in her pocket. "You're a fiend," she tells him, only partially teasing.

Dante doesn't reply to that. Nor does he step back. His hands settle firmly on her shoulders, and Lir lets him guide her to her knees, her heart thrumming in her chest at this new display of dominance from him. Can't handle being teased, sure, but that usually ends with him beneath her, growling her name as she rides him. It's never caused this sort of reaction, and she'd rub her thighs together if she weren't kneeling with them apart, because there's an ache that's quicker and fiercer than the ones she's had before.

She runs her hands up his thighs, looking up as he unbuckles his belt. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," he growls as he yanks his jeans open.

Lir smiles and scratches the denim. "Must have been hard."

Dante laughs as he pulls out his cock. It is fully erect, and he pumps his hand a few times as he adjusts the waistband around his hips. "It's hard alright."

He aims the length towards her, and Lir opens her mouth and runs her tongue over her lips. Then she carefully licks the tip, playing with it gently, softly pressing kisses to the head. She slurps a bit around the opening, playing up her lips around his flesh, her eyes steady on his. He tastes like sex, plain and simple, and her body clenches when he rubs his thumb to the tip and reveals that it is already dripping.

Dante winds a chunk of her hair around his fist, using the strands to pull her forward, his cock sliding slowly over her tongue until it nudges the back of her throat. There's already a strain from his girth, and having his eyes focused on her mouth makes her feel a bit awkward, and the tug on her roots is just shy of painful, but all of that is worth it when he rumbles deep in his chest before drawing back. The first few passes are almost gentle, and she appreciates the fact that he's trying to let her adjust. After his behavior, though, the sweetness is almost a letdown, so she reaches behind him and digs her fingers into his backside through his jeans.

Dante huffs a laugh as he cups both sides of her face, his fingers curling under her chin. Then he begins to move in earnest, fucking into her mouth, the sharp jerks of his hips giving her just enough time to draw in short breaths. It's hot as hell, and already she can feel arousal slipping from her to soak her underwear.

He fills her mouth until it almost chokes her, the head pressing into her throat. Lir swallows around him, taking a deep breath as best as she can, tears pricking at her eyes. "Feels so good," Dante groans, his thrusts shallow enough to keep him buried.

This isn't what she normally likes; Lir likes to be on top, in control, but Dante is still somehow as gentle as he is demanding, and it makes her want to please him all the more. She had started out wanting to drive him wild enough to fuck her, but now she only wants to make him come. Lir closes her eyes and sucks his length repeatedly, shivering when he lets go another deep groan.

She drops her hands to brace them on his thighs, trying to ground herself in the solid feel of the muscles beneath his jeans. The sensation of his thumb swiping a line of spit and fluid from her chin makes her moan, the sound muffled to a whine around his flesh, and he curses as he pauses with his cock buried in her throat. "Should've put you on my face," he groans. "Nearly forgot how good it feels when ya do that."

Lir's breath stutters, and she tries to pull back to speak, but the hand in her hair tenses. "Nuh uh, babe. You gonna finish what you started."

Her eyes flash when they meet his, and she moves on her own, her head bobbing up and down with renewed effort. Lir adds a hand, grabbing the base and moving with her mouth, twisting a bit as she works him. 

Needing a quick rest, she slowly pulls her mouth off. Dante frowns, but she smiles at him flirtatiously, dragging her tongue along the underside. "You have something on your cock," she says; Lir tries to sound sexy, but her voice is as raw as her throat.

Dante grins. He tugs her hand away and grabs his length, stroking himself quickly. The other hand in her hair tilts her head back, and he presses the head to her lips. "Open up," he says, his tone a clear order. "I want to give you something."

She parts her lips obediently, and the warm rush of his seed coating her tongue has her insides clenching deliciously, as does the guttural moan that tears from him. Lir does her best to swallow every drop, but with her mouth open and how much of it there is, some of it spills over her chin, dripping along her throat. His knuckles brush her face as he milks his cock; by the time he's done, she's certain of two things: one, she probably looks utterly debauched.

Two, if he doesn't fuck her soon, she's gonna wind up begging for it.

Dante strokes her face with one hand, continuing to pump his cock with the other and, while he's moving leisurely, she's startled by the fact that he's still hard. They've gone more than one round before, but there's also been a bit of rest period between, and her mouth waters as he pulls her to her feet. "That's one," he says, his eyes alight with a dark mirth. "Now, when I'm all riled up, I've usually got about six shots in the chamber, so to speak, and I think you've earned some payback for winding me up like this."

He gathers some of his come from her chin, pressing his fingers between her lips until she sucks them clean. "So, what we're gonna do is get in the shower, and I'm gonna fuck you there. Then I'm gonna eat your cunt until you forget everything but my name before fuckin' you until you can't walk straight."

His words are crude and his voice is rough, and Lir can't stand the effect he has on her. Her mouth hangs open as he tugs her to stand, but before she can move to obey he presses her back against the door and kisses her. She grabs his shirt but he pulls her hands away, trapping her wrists over her head against the wood with one hand; the other drags down her front, massaging one breast, then the other, as his tongue fills her mouth.

Lir's jaw is aching still from taking his cock, but she responds when he tilts his head to force the kiss deeper. Their lips slide together as she whimpers, completely under his spell. Where was her sweet, funny Dante? He really is a demon tonight, she thinks, and when he finally lets her go she is panting and looking at him in a daze.

Dante smirks at her, and she sees the lipstick now smeared around his own mouth. She licks her lips, making his eyes narrow. He jerks his chin towards the bathroom, and Lir leads the way, feeling his presence behind her like a great cat on the prowl.

The click of the latch as he closes the door behind them has her swallowing thickly, and she doesn't have to turn to see the way he's watching her; she can feel it, as absurd as that is, as heavy on her skin as his hands had been moments ago. She leans into the stall to turn on the water, setting it scalding like she prefers, then begins to undress, keeping her back to him. There's a low, satisfied hum from Dante when she pulls her shirt over her head, before she hears rustling that means he's taking his own clothes off.

He comes up behind her, his chest pressed to her back as he herds her into the shower, and she's barely got time to say anything before he has her pinned to the wall, the cool tile sending goosebumps up her arms. "I want to actually bathe," she complains, and he laughs as he kisses just below her ear.

"Don't worry, I'll get ya nice and clean," he teases.

Lir bites her lip, loving and hating how much he's affecting her now, and the faint pop of a bottle being opened nearly makes her jump. The scent of her body wash fills the air as his soapy hands land on her shoulders, massaging the knots out. She relaxes with a moan, and he answers with a chuckle as he shifts to cup her breasts, his palms and fingers slippery and wonderful.

"You always feel so good," he murmurs. She feels his cock nudging her backside, the soap that streams down her body now making it slick as he grinds against her. Lir presses her palms flat on the tile to keep herself steady, her eyes closing as his cock pushes against her seam as his hand drags through the hair on her pubis.

Lir gasps when his touch presses to her hood. Her body is soaked in more ways than one and the glide of his fingertips against the sensitive bud as her legs shaking. "Yeah," he groans, thrusting up against her, and Lir gives a choking cry when his cock pumps against her hole.

Dante laughs and turns her around, pushing her back against the wall. "Maybe I'll take you there later," he murmurs, his voice dark and dangerous as he covers her. "Right now I need to be inside your pussy, so open up babe."

She spreads her legs and he grabs the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up with ease and pulling her down to impale her on his cock, smothering her cry with a kiss. They've barely gotten started, and already there's the familiar tightening in her core that leaves her breathless; when he grinds against her, her head spins, her fingers scrabbling against his shoulders for something to grip onto. Has it ever been this quick, this raw? She can't remember and, as he starts to thrust in earnest, she doesn't care.

"Baby, you're so tight," Dante pants. 

She turns her head to capture his mouth, groaning around the kiss as his cock batters in and out of her. The orgasm builds faster than she can keep up, and after another minute she pulls back with a gasp, gripping his shoulders and dropping her head back.

Her mouth drops open as the pulsing starts, sharp and intense. "You coming already?" he growls.

He leans in as if to bite her neck, his teeth gripping her skin but not closing. Then he sweeps his tongue across her skin, sending another shudder through her, the contractions continuing on. "Dante!" Lir yelps, yanking on his hair.

He groans in answer, his hands sliding up to knead her backside. "God, I love it when you say my name like that."

His hips slow, and she moans helplessly as he rubs leisurely over her walls; because he doesn't stop, neither does her orgasm, and soon the overstimulation draws a whine from her throat every time he thrusts into her. It's tender, and sweet, and entirely too much, a pleasant sort of torture that drags on and on and on until, with a hoarse whisper of her name, the first waves of his release turn the friction of his cock silky.

Lir is trembling when he finally slips out of her body and sets her down. Her grip on him stays tight to keep herself standing, and Dante presses his forehead to hers, leaving dotted kisses on her lips. "Fuck you are so hot."

She smiles and huffs a laugh, dragging her palms down his chest. "You got me dirty again."

"Easy fix." He eases back, the spray of the water aiming between them. Through lidded eyes she watches him soap her sponge and then gently he washes her body. It's almost charming as he lifts one arm, then the other, then draws large circles around her breasts, before finally dragging the sponge in a long stripe from her chest downwards.

"Don't forget your dick," Lir jokes as he washes her thighs.

Dante looks up with a wink. "If I wash that lipstick off you're gonna have to replace it."

"Don't tempt me," she warns. "Now that I know you've got a fetish, I'm gonna wear it every day."

He grins, a little sharp. "I'm not gonna complain about fuckin' you every day."

Lir snorts and relaxes as he continues to scrub her before turning the sponge to himself. As he soaps up, she sets about washing her hair, sighing as the grime rinses down the drain, her scalp feeling much lighter once she's done. Dante nudges her, and she lets him rinse off, wondering if he's planning to stay. Threats about fucking her until she can't walk are all well and good, but she knows they'll either just go to bed or, if he's got somewhere to be in the morning, he'll head home, and she's almost sad to think about it.

Which is ridiculous.

He turns off the water and steps out, looking around for a moment before he spies the shelf with the towels. He grabs one and she leans against the tile to enjoy the sight of him drying off, his muscles covered in droplets of water that flex as he works. "You like something, sweetheart?" he jokes, peeking through his bangs.

"Fuck yes." Dante tosses a towel to her, then holds out a hand to help her from the shower. They crowd together on the bathmat, and after a quick sweep over her body, Lir winds the towel on her head to squeeze the water from her hair.

"Sexy," he teases, tugging at the end of the towel, and she swats at him with a laugh. "Hope you enjoy the break, darlin', 'cause there's a lot more to come."

She peers up at him. "Thought you were just talking big."

"Now, you know I never make a promise to a lady I can't keep." His arm snakes around her waist to pull her flush to his body, and he grins at her as he carefully pulls the towel from her hair and runs his fingers through the damp strands. "You got somewhere to be tomorrow?"

"Dinner with Kyrie."

"Guess I better get started, then."The kiss this time is more playful, but just as forceful. It does give Lir's head time to clear a bit, though, and by the time he is walking her back to the bedroom, his hands roam her body and his lips and teeth tease her mouth. This is a Dante that is more familiar, and she reaches around to squeeze his backside before snaking her hand over his hip. "Let's get you ready."

"Not yet," he replies.

Lir frowns, but he lifts her easily, half-carrying and half-dragging her to the bed. He flops on top, pulling her easily and lifting her by the hips until she is over his face. Lir leans forward to brace herself on his stomach as she feels his lips graze her slit. In the corner of her eye his cock twitches, and she gasps when his tongue nudges her clit.

Normally, he takes his time, making sure to kiss every inch of her sex until she's a writhing mess. This time, his attention stays focused on her clit, his tongue rubbing over it firmly, and she scratches over his stomach when her hands curl into fists, her head dropped as she pants raggedly. He's relentless, his thumbs keeping her folds parted to expose her pearl that throbs; it's not until his own hips roll the tiniest bit that she realizes that his cock is stiff and weeping, and Lir leans forward to lap at the fluid dripping from the tip.

Dante gives a deep groan. She feels his lips slide along her sex and then his tongue enters her, pressing deep inside. Lir pants as she rocks her hips, her movements restricted by his grip on her waist, but she manages to ride his tongue slightly, forcing the tip to press against the front wall.

She mouths at his cock, not taking it into her mouth, but tracing her lips with the tip and flickering her tongue on the opening. Too distracted by the thrust of his tongue inside her body, Lir opens her mouth to let the head sit on her tongue. Dante pumps his hips to fuck in and out of her mouth as he laps at her until his lips return to her hood and wrap around her swollen clit.

Her back bows with a keen that's choked by his length as her orgasm snaps along her spine, sharp enough that her toes curl. Dante yanks her back so she's seated firmly on his face, his tongue flicking harshly over her clit, keeping her pinned by his hands and his hips so that all she can do is endure, even when the pleasure gains a thin edge of pain.

Finally, he stops, and she slumps against the blankets when he carefully slides her off of him. "Damn," he sighs. His hands smooth over her backside, his fingers teasing along the seam of her body. "You got a choice now, doll, though it ain't much of one."

She turns her head to stare at him. "What?"

"Where I'm gonna fuck you." Dante nudges her legs apart and settles between them, leaning over her. "See, I figure I've had your mouth and I've had your cunt, but this?" He squeezes her rear. "Haven't fucked this yet. But I know it ain't really your favorite, so it's your call."

Lir peeks over her shoulder. "How do you know what is my favorite?"

He laughs and presses a kiss to her shoulder. "I can't stand how goddamn sexy you are."

His mouth moves across her back, pressing kisses against her shoulder blades before trailing down her spine. She sighs and settles into the mattress, her limbs heavy and her body relaxed from the orgasm. When Dante reaches the small of her back, he squeezes her backside again, and pushes so her hips tilt up. She feels him shift on the bed as he nibbles over her flesh until reaching the back of her thigh.

Lir gasps when she feels his tongue at her sex again. Dante pushes her up on her knees, her ass in the air as he licks her slowly. She grips the bedsheet with a groan, unable to help herself as she tilts back to open herself for more. "Greedy girl," he admonishes.

"You can't keep your hands off, and I'm the greedy one?" she mutters. He bites her thigh, drawing a yelp, before returning to her slit, where he laps at her lazily. "You're an ass."

She feels him shrug before he says, "Might wanna choose before I do it for ya."

Her lips press into a thin line as she presses her face to the quilt, thinking. Or trying to between the little jolts every time his tongue nudges beneath her hood or dips playfully into her opening; if she uses his metaphor from earlier, she's got about three rounds, and two have been used, leaving her with one to his three. She's already sensitive enough as it is, so, with a huff, she mumbles, "Next time."

"Next time?"

He moves again, and Lir feels him tug on her arms until she is kneeling, his broad chest against her back. His hands grip her hips and maneuver her to sink down on his cock, her body so wet now he glides inside with ease. Lir sighs and rolls her head back to his shoulder, and when her backside goes flush with his thighs he holds her there for a long moment.

One hand moves to her neck, cradling her chin so her head stays tilted back on his shoulder. The other moves between her legs and strokes her clit, but gentle, feather-light touches that barely register. Dante teases her as he starts to fuck her deeply, his lips dancing on her exposed neck and pressing to the juncture of her shoulder. "Next time? You realize I'm going to fill you again and again tonight?"

"Dante . . ." she groans.

He uses two fingers to open her lips, exposing her clit as his cock drags in and out of her. Then another finger begins to tease it, flicking and pressing in unguessable patterns that have her jolting. "No coming then, Lir," he warns. "I'm nowhere near done with you."

That's easier said than done. At this angle, his cock hits all the right spots, and the haphazard little shocks from her clit every time he touches it already have her in knots. But she can't find her voice, or enough of it, to do more than moan every time he fills her, so she can't warn him. His mouth trails over her shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin, and she gasps when they go sharp for a second. "Next time," he rumbles, "we'll see if you can handle all of me."

Her mouth is dry as she tries to speak, but in truth Lir can't do anything. Her body is one roll of pleasure after another, his cock pushing her closer and closer to her end, so that when she feels it becoming inevitable she lets go a whine. "Dante, please!" she gasps breathlessly.

He lets her go and she slumps forward, but his hands go immediately to her hips and yank her up and back. Dante begins to pound into her, drilling his cock inside her at a hard, fast pace so that moments later she explodes around him. She presses her face to the bed to cover her screams, her body quickly going oversensitive.

When she is sure she can't take anymore, she whimpers, and Dante pulls out. She catches sight of him looming over her as her eyes close, and then a hand covers her sex, massaging her lightly. "I'm not done with you yet," he says again. Lir feels something nudge at her lips, and when she immediately opens his cock slides into her mouth, burying into her throat.

She's too tired to do much, but that doesn't seem to bother him. He pumps his hips, the tip of his cock never leaving her mouth, as his hands roam her body; one stays over her sex, stroking lightly over her slit, while the other cups her breast and rolls her nipple between his fingers. The pleasure now is dull, soothing, and if it weren't for his touch, she'd doze. Just as she starts to, he slips a finger within her core, and her eyes fly open to find him watching her with a grin that's damn near predatory.

"Need to tap out?" he asks, the taunt clear, and she reaches up to grip the back of his thigh, urging him to keep going. He laughs, rolling her breast with his palm. "Didn't think so."

Lir shakes the haze from her mind as she purposefully begins to suck on his length. Her hand slides around his thigh to reach under for the flesh hanging there, and as she stretches to deep throat his length she strokes him gently. "Goddamn," he curses, his finger teasing her opening, and a second later he pushes his cock deep in her throat as he starts to come.

She swallows the seed as best she can, and when he pulls out there is still plenty in her mouth that she gulps down. Her head rolls to the side as she catches her breath as he lowers himself on top of her, settling between her thighs. Dante nuzzles her chest, biting along the curves of her breasts and flicking his tongue against her nipples as she sags limply under him. 

Lir watches as he tastes the pink buds, swallowing thickly when he looks at her again, his expression and his voice back to the predator he has been all night. "I want you again," he growls.

She should tap out. Probably. At least, that's what Nico would say, along with a litany of curses for her being so damn stubborn, but, fuck, he'd challenged her, and she's not going to take that lying down. Or, well, she is, but she's not gonna give in and give him the impression that she can't handle it. "What the hell are you waiting for, then?"

The moment the words leave her lips, he surges forward, and she can't even cry out when he sheathes his cock within her because it knocks the air from her lungs. They've played around with overstimulation before, plenty of times, but it was always playful, while this is rough and, if she didn't know him better, dangerous. His hands clamp around her hips to cant them off the bed, and she sucks in a breath when draws back, only for it to leave her with a groan as he thrusts back in, the pace he sets near brutal.

Lir reaches up and grips the bedsheet, biting her lip as he fucks her. Her toes curl and her knees fall back and open, holding in a scream of pain and pleasure. He is simply so powerful, and it is both frightening and exhilarating to have this man, this demon, holding her and taking her like this. Never once has Lir wanted to be toyed with, to be submissive, to give up control. But with Dante she feels as though she can, she should, and so she arches her back and wraps her legs around his waist.

He groans her name, a hand on her breast, the other on her thigh. Lir is drowning in pleasure, her sex too sensitive for this, feeling every inch that pounds in and out. Dante leans forward to brace one palm on the bed and the new angle scrapes against her clit, swollen and exposed and aching. It is an exquisite sort of torture, being so desired to the point where she may not survive.

Then he drapes over her, his mouth hot and hungry as it seeks her. "Come on my cock," he orders as he kisses her, and Lir knows she has to obey. The new angle puts additional pressure on her mound, his pelvis grinding against her clit, so when her orgasm hits she barely registers except to feel the intensity of the pleasurable contractions sharpen as a fresh wave of arousal covers them both.

Through the haze, she's dimly aware of his grip on her going bruisingly tight and the warmth that fills her, so much of it that it slips out and onto the sheets. Dante pants as he kisses her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he fills her, and she forces herself to drape an arm over his shoulders and hold him close until he begins to slow. Even when it's over, he doesn't pull out, instead blanketing her with his body, his cock twitching within her. "Goddamn," he sighs.

Lir makes a noncommittal noise and blinks up at the ceiling. His tone and posture mean he's done, at least for now, and she's got some new things to mull over, namely how insanely fucking hot it was to be dominated by him so completely. Despite the ache already blooming between her thighs, she's thinking over different things to try to get this reaction from again: lingerie, maybe, or, hell, just sprawling naked on his bed with the lipstick on? Him kissing her shoulder draws her back to the present, and she tilts her head to peer at him.

"Where'd you go?" he jokes.

"I'm here," she says weakly.

Dante smiles and moves up, his cock sliding out of her body. Lir stifles a moan as she tries to stretch her limbs, everything feeling sore and overused, like she had spent the whole day climbing. Her eyes open and close as she hears his footsteps on the carpet, and a minute later he returns with a glass of water, nudging her to sit up.

Lir gulps it down gratefully, the water cooling her sore throat. She grabs the bottle of aspirin next to her bed and pops a few before finishing off the water and handing him the glass. "Thanks," she sighs, wiping her mouth with her hand.

Dante studies her face, his brow drawn down. "You want me to go?" he asks.

She considers it. "Nah," she says, after a moment. "Might as well stay. You've still got a toothbrush stashed in the cabinet, right?"

He has the decency to look sheepish. "You know about that?"

"Yeah. And the duffel bag kicked to the back of my closet." With a yawn, she lays back, wrinkling her nose at the wet spot on top of her quilt. "Nico's not due back for a few days, and Nero doesn't come over unannounced. Though if you stay, I'm dragging you to dinner tomorrow."

Dante grins and stands again, heading into the bathroom. Lir takes the moment to admire his backside before he disappears behind the door, and then she stares at the ceiling again, wondering what the hell she is doing. Sleeping with him is one thing; but these overnights are ridiculous. They are gonna get caught, and every time they sleep together Lir promises herself its the last time. It's important to keep the sex just sex before it becomes not just sex.

He returns a few minutes later, turning off the lights before climbing onto the bed. Dante flops in a now-familiar way, using her like a pillow with his head on her stomach. Lir laughs to herself, too tired to protest as her eyes start to close. His fingers trace nonsense patterns on her thigh that lull her into sleep, his strong body solid and sinking against hers.

#dmc #devil may cry #dante sparda #lirael thorne #lir #dante/oc #dante x oc #dante/lir #smut #writing #oneshot #smeared lipstick

[bonkerer]

What if your baby doll started slipping aphrodisiacs into your food and you couldn’t understand why you’re so horny around your baby girl and her thick cock~

Fuck princess, slipping drugs into your cummy mommys food and now all i need is to have my body bred, my nipples hard against my shirt and my tiny shallow breaths from being so fucking turned on.

Gosh this makes me want to write fic okay how about a short drabble.

It wasn't an instant effect. Oh no, the way the heat creeped over their spine and down into their very nerves was so gradual the moment they noticed anything was even a foot they were sweating. Absentmindedly grinding their cunt against their palm under the kitchen table. Putting both hands on the edge of the table Minnie tries to stumble upright, maybe moving somewhere cooler would feel better and the living room ac has been on for a nice long time. "I can sit down maybe read something smutty, then maybe get my head held down on," Minnie licks their lips their baby girl, their princess was so close, just a few steps away ready to break them. With a soft shudder and a shake of their head to clear the hot, heavy thoughts of having the life fucked out of them, of their tits being sucked and hickies being left up and down the soft flesh, they shake their head again. " Let me just cool off, " the reality of this mkment hasnt set in yet, this poor thembo mommy doesnt know what princess is ready for,

"Where are you going so fast mommy?" Her voice is syrup, sticky and honey sweet, shes spreading her legs and the heat radiating through minnies body shoots straight to their cunt.

"Mommy...is"Minnies words trail off into moans. Very soft gasping moans the fabric rubbing their nipples is so teasingly gentle. They can feel their thighs sticking together with their wetness.

"Hmm, its a bit hot isnt it? Lets go to the couch mommy, here have some water" In their right mind Minnie would have noticed the grin, in their right mind Minnie would have seen Tiff slip another few pills into their water. She hands the glass to them, its chilled cool and feels like heaven on their lips. Tiff takes their arm, being a few good inches taller than them she has her mommy lean on her. The action draws a small gasp from Minnies lips,

The couch, hideous yellow with black and white pillows seems like a finish line. Stumbling ever so slightly over the intense wave of pleasure across their skin the moan like they were bejng fucked. Legs closing together to try and stop how muchs they are throbbing.

Tiff smiles helping mommy into her lap, her hands sliding under their shirt rubbing the stiff cute little nipples and tugging their jewlery. Minnie yelps their hips grinding absolutely of their own power.

"Im s-sorry princess fuck I-"

"Oh mommy do you need something"

"Yes" They hiss feeling Tiff hard and thick through her shorts.

Tiffany giggles leaving a bruising hickey against mommys neck making them twitch and drip leaving a tiny wet patch on her lap.

"What do you need?"

"Big"

"Hm?"

"Baby girl, its so hot baby mommy, I need fuck, " a barely coherent sentence spills from their lips like a prayer.

"Fuck me, "

Tiffany's grip tightens her thumbs rubbing those sensative buds in just a way tk make minnie buck and whine.

"What was that"

"Fuck me princess fucking bred me give me your fat cock princess please please please"

Tiffany kisses them softly, turning their faces together,

"Shhh, everythings okay, im gonna help"

"P-please, I need"

They moan audibly when tiffany pulls herself free of her shorts, Minnies gaze hungry and intense zeroed in on the sight of their baby girls thcik pink cock rubbing between their thighs and agains their soaked through panties.

"My womb is so hot, breed me princess I need your cum in me now please?"

"How can I say no to you mommy "

Tiffany slides Minnies panties over exposing them to the cool air conditioned room they hiss, that same hiss turning to a drawn out moan as she enters them slowly,

Barely half way down and minnie starts to hump themselves onto her cock,

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"M-ore deeper harder fuck me fuck me fuck me" a stream of horny conciousness slips past mommys plump lips. This is what they are meant to be doing, getting fucked full by their sweet girls thick long dick. Minnie chokes out a sob in pleasure their pussy twitching and clingjng to the shape of Tiffs cock.

She lifts mommys shirt grabbing a tit in both hands as they ride her still not fully seated.

"Oh no mommy you are taking it all"

She purrs pulling them down burying herself in them and making them scream. Their legs shaking and their eyes rolling back slightly, they cum again, and again. Rolling their hips they caant help but shudder.

They whine softly

They need it harder

They need to be destroyed

They need to have their baby girl fuck them deeper.

So they do what they can, they beg.

"Fuck me fuck me ruin me dig me out with your fat cock princess and then soak me deep with your thick cum please baby please please please "

Tiff smiles getting comfy,

"Earn it mommy,"

Across the room, rolled behind the jam and nestled between the salt and pepper lays a small baggie empty with the simple letters 'xxx' drawn onto it.

Mommy Minnie does not know what they are in for.

#minniefic #princess #thatmonsterdom

[ghostsray]

Danny Zombie chapter 2

(remember this fic? here’s the second chapter. tbh i dont even have a plot in mind, im just writing whatever bs pops in my head. based on @burning-clutch‘s prompt: an au where the ghosts are humans and the humans are ghosts)

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Walker trudged into the cemetary. It was the dead of night, pun unintended, and he carried a flashlight to provide him better light than the dim full moon. He had received complaints from the surrounding residents about a strange occurence here: a flash of light, a sudden storm. To him, that sounded like a load of crap, but more than one person had witnessed it, so he had no choice but to investigate.

The flashlight's beam caught a group of teenagers up the hill, standing among a row of graves. As soon as they noticed him, they began to flee--two at first, then another pair trailing after. "Hey!" Walker called and picked up his pace, but he was too late. The four troublemakers had already made it to the opposite wall by the time he reached the grave they were ransacking.

Walker stopped and turned his flashlight down over the grave. He let out a disapproving tsk at what he saw. Whoever those teens were, (and he had an idea; he was familiar with all the troublemakers in town,) they had undoubtedly robbed the grave. A deep hole was dug in the mound, almost as if somebody had climbed out from inside the grave. Walker chuckled at that image. As if zombies were real.

The cop shone his flashlight down the hole. At first, he was met with nothingness, which was odd. Surely the graverobbers couldnt have taken the whole corpse with them, could they? Then, something stirred. Walker nearly dropped his flashlight in surprise, but he caught it and kneeled over the open grave to get a better look.

Nothing.

Walker exhaled. He was not a superstitious man, but this place gave him the creeps. He stood up, and as he did, his foot knocked against something. He looked down and grinned. A guitar--and a familiar one at that. He was sure the owner's parents would enjoy a nice chat with him.

He bent down to pick up the instrument, and that was when it happened. Toxic green light gradually grew from the grave and intensified until everything was shed in chartreuse. Walker momentarily forgot about the guitar, whipping his head back to face the grave.

It wasn't so empty anymore. When he peeked inside again, a swirling vortex of green...something...had filled it up. The light it produced was so bright it painted the soil a sickly green. Walker's jaw hung loose as he gawked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Just then, something rose out of the vortex--or rather, someone.

He was a tall man in a white suit and sunglasses hiding his eyes, but what really caught Walker's attention was the fact that he was glowing. If one stared at him hard enough, his skin appeared transparent, and Walker thought he saw his skull underneath his face. Oh, yeah, and he was floating in the middle of the air above the portal he had come through.

The man, whatever he was, looked down at Walker, and goosebumps broke out on his flesh. He picked up his jaw long enough to ask, "Who...What are--"

He couldn't finish his sentence before the creature lunged at him. Walker held his arms up to protect himself, but it didn't do anything, because he wasn't attacked. Instead, the man--the ghost--had entered his body.

Walker's entire body shuddered. He felt his mind being pushed into nothingness as whatever was inside him wrested control. He desperately tried to cling to his consciousness, but it was no use. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't Walker anymore.

Operative's eyes glowed red. He flexed his borrowed neck and smiled.

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Sidney woke up on 6 AM, like he did everyday. The alarm clock was ringing by his bedside, and he rolled in bed and slammed the top until it quieted. His eyes fluttered open. Blue eyes stared at him.

"Jiminy Cricket!" he blurted and fell off his bed.

"Jiminy Cricket?" Danny echoed. "What year were you born in?"

Sidney glared up at him from his spot upside down on the floor. The halfa was standing in Sidney's bedroom, wearing his borrowed clothes after Sidney had insisted he take a shower last night to remove all that creepy dirt on his body. He looked more alive than he had yesterday, almost normal even, though he was still pale.

"Says the guy who died forty years ago," Sidney grumbled and righted himself. He glanced at the halfa again and asked, "Didn't sleep?"

Danny slowly shook his head. "Dreams...are scary."

Sidney raised an eyebrow. Now that he looked at those blue eyes again, he noticed they seemed pretty bloodshot. "Not all dreams are scary," he said. "For example, I was just having a wonderful dream about standing up to Aragon."

"Who's Aragon?"

"This bully in school," Sidney said, and the way he mentioned the word "bully" made it sound like the worst insult possible. "His real name is Aaron, but he thinks calling himself Aragon is edgier or whatever. He thinks that just because he's rich, he's so much better than everyone else." He shook his head and added, "What about you? What dream is so scary you couldn't sleep?"

Danny didn't reply. He averted his eyes and focused on a corner.

Sidney sighed. Once again, he wondered why he was even letting him stay at his house. Curse that Ember for dropping him here. Hey, Poindexter! Here's this undead guy I found in the middle of the cemetary. I'll just drop him in your house and then leave!

He can't say he doesn't understand her reasoning, though. Ember's parents would never let her sneak a boy in her house, but Sidney's grandmother was barely aware of what was going on around her. One time he managed to keep a cat inside for an entire month, and she had no idea. (The cat's name was Gene Kelly, and he escaped when Sidney left the window open one day.)

"Well, you're a human now, and humans need to sleep," Sidney told him. "Eight hours a day. Then again, you are only part human, so I'm not sure if you need that much...um, what are you doing?"

Danny had lost interest in whatever Sidney was saying and had started rummaging around his room. Sidney got up and stopped him before he could pull open his underwear drawer. "Hey, just because I'm letting you stay over in my room doesn't mean you're free to search through my stuff! What are you searching for, anyway?"

"I told you yesterday," Danny said. "I need to make a call."

"The phone is right there, in case you haven't noticed," Sidney retorted and pointed at the telephone on his desk. But Danny shook his head.

"Phones can't contact the dead. Don't you have a ouija board? A crystal ball?"

Sidney's eyebrows rose to his scalp. "No? I'm not really into witchcraft. Maybe Desiree might have that stuff."

"Who's she?"

"A neighbor. But I'm not taking you to see her."

"Why not?"

"Because," Sidney said, "I need to go to school, and I don't trust you enough to let you roam around town unsupervised. How do I know you won't eat anyone's brains or anything?"

Danny huffed. "Why does everyone keep mistaking me for a zombie? I'm a ghost."

"You're a walking dead person who crawled out of his grave, that's why. Now can you just...stay put while I get ready for school?"

"School?" Danny asked, sounding interested.

Sidney rolled his eyes. "Yes, school. You know, where you learn stuff? I'm pretty sure those existed around your time."

"Of course I know what a school is," Danny replied, then hesitantly added, "Can I come?"

Sidney blinked. "You...want to come to school?"

Danny shrugged. "I'm curious about what new stuff students are learning since I was gone."

Despite himself, Sidney grinned. "I didn't know you were a fellow nerd."

"I'm not a nerd," Danny said, blushing. Sidney laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, buddy. Being a nerd is actually pretty cool these days."

"You're joking, right?"

"Nope. Dungeons and Dragons is hot. Star Trek is mainstream. You have a lot to catch up on."

Danny didn't look like he believed him, which only made Sidney laugh more. "Come on, I'll bring you to school."

.

Casper High hadn't changed much in forty years, although the student body did grow. Some of the students cast curious glances at Danny as Sidney led him through the crowded hallways, but they didn't say anything. Well, except for one.

"Who do we have here?" a voice purred. Sidney groaned and turned to face the speaker.

"Hey, Aragon," he greeted with a strained smile.

Aragon looked...not as intimidating as Danny expected. He was thin, with a pimple-ridden face and greasy hair, but his sneer was enough to signify that he was a bad guy.

Aragon sized up Danny and said, "I haven't seen you around."

"This is Danny, my, uh...cousin," Sidney lied. "He's..."

"Homeschooled," Danny supplied. "But I'm curious about what regular schools are like, so Sidney offered to show me around his school." He lied so effortlessly that Sidney wondered if he had practiced it beforehand.

Aragon snickered. "Homeschooled? That's probably because you're too wimpy to be around other kids. Hey, Poindexter, why don't you join your cousin at home? It's not like anyone will miss you."

Sidney bristled. He thought of numerous insults he could throw at the bully, and he almost might have said one out loud, but then Danny spoke up and said, "You're not scary."

Aragon blinked. "Excuse me? My dad can probably buy your dad's company."

"I doubt that," Danny muttered.

Aragon bristled and almost said something back, but then a girl came and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Leave them alone, Aaron," she told him.

Sidney smiled when he saw it was Dora. He loved Dora--she was basically the anti-Aragon, kind to everyone. She caught his eyes and smiled back.

Aragon shrugged her hand away and scowled. "Fuck off, Dora. I'm pretty sure that guy just insulted me."

"He just said you aren't scary," Dora said, "which is true."

Sidney snorted. Aragon turned on him, but before he could speak, his condescending posture dissolved at the sight of a woman coming up to them. "Miss Pandora!" he said, suddenly sounding polite.

The tallest human Danny had ever seen stood over them with her hands on her hips. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," Aragon told her, and he actually wrapped his arm amiably around Danny's shoulders and said with a smile, "We were just greeting Sidney's cousin here."

She raised her eyebrow and noticed Danny. "Cousin, eh?"

"He's homeschooled," Sidney said helpfully.

"Well, then! It's very nice of you to show him around." The teacher smiled at Aragon, and it took Sidney considerable effort not to roll his eyes. Pandora added, "Maybe you can let him take a lesson with you. Class is just about to start, you know."

"Yes, ma'am," Aragon said with a white-toothed smile and saluted her. Pandora passed them, and as soon as she turned a corner and left, Aragon pushed Danny away from him.

"Have fun at school, fuckhead," he said and laughed. He left, and Dora turned to him with a grimace.

"I'm sorry about my brother," she apologized.

Danny shrugged. "He's...interesting."

"What the fuck!"

The three teens turned to see Johnny standing in the hallway, glaring at Danny with his jaw agape. He strode to him, then jabbed a finger at his chest and demanded, "What are you doing in my school?"

"Stop that," Dora said. "Why is everyone intent on bullying the visitor?"

Johnny stared at her with disbelief written all over his face. "You don't know what he is, do you?"

Dora looked confused, but Danny just smiled and said, "Hey, Johnny. Thanks for helping me last night."

Johnny scoffed. "I didn't help you. That was all Ember."

"True, but at least you didn't stop her."

"I'm sorry, what's happening?" Dora asked, glancing between them.

Johnny scowled and said, "He's a zombie."

"Ghost, actually," Danny corrected.

Dora stared at them for a moment, and then she burst with laughter. Johnny raised his eyebrows and saw her with a hand over her mouth, eyes crinkled humorously. "Ghost! Ha ha."

Johnny frowned and said, "It's not--"

"It's a very funny joke!" Sidney interrupted. "I bet he even crawled out his grave."

He smirked at Dora as he said this, and Dora laughed harder. Sidney felt Johnny's eyes boring into him, but thankfully, the school bell chose that moment to ring. Dora wiped tears from her eyes and said to Danny, "Have a nice day, ghost boy."

"Will do," Danny replied with a toothy grin.

Dora left, but Johnny stuck behind. He sent a glare at Danny and stated, "I don't trust the undead." Then he turned to Sidney and added, "You shouldn't, either."

The way his eyes bore into him made goosebumps break out on Sindney's skin. Finally, Johnny turned and left, his shadow trailing behind him.

"What a great guy," Danny said after he was gone. Sidney tried to study his expression, but Danny was wearing an unreadably simple smile, and his hands were in his pockets. Danny's blue eyes met Sidney. "So, where's your class?"

.

Fuck, Ember thought as she sped down the hallway. She was late for class and Ms. Pandora was gonna kill her. She turned a corner, then stopped so suddenly she almost slipped on the linoleum floor.

The man in front of her turned around. He was wearing sunglasses indoors for some reason. On his chest sat a sherrif badge, and in his hand was her guitar. She had no idea what was with the glasses, but it obviously wasn't enough to stop her from recognizing him, nor quell her anxiety at his presence.

"You," he grunted, which erased any chance she had of escaping unnoticed.

Ember gulped and waved nervously. "Heyyy, Sheriff Walker. What are you doing here?"

Walker held forward her guitar. "Is this yours?"

Oh boy. Ember began to explain, "I swear, I didn't rob that grave. Heck, why would I even be in the graveyard? I don't know how this got there, you must have seen someone else--"

Walker ignored her and shoved the guitar at her. Then, to her surprise, he said, "Take it. I have no interest in it."

Walker? Letting someone go when he had a chance to arrest them? Ember eyed him and asked, "Who are you and what have you done to Walker?"

She had meant it as a joke, but the way he stiffened made her reconsider the truth of her statement. He said, "I don't care what happens to you, human," which Ember thought was a strange choice of words, "I only wish to know where the escapee is."

"The what?"

Walker (if that even was him) turned his attention away from her and focused on the hallway behind her. Now that Ember listened, she heard footsteps approach. She turned around and saw Sidney and...was that Danny? What was he doing in school?

Danny seemed to freeze up at the sight of Walker. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she saw his breath turn to mist as it escaped his mouth, which shouldn't have been possible because it wasn't cold enough inside the building. His eyes widened.

When she looked back at who may or may not have been Walker, she saw his face stretched in an unnerving grin. He walked around her and strode toward Danny, who somehow got stiffer the closer Walker got to him.

Ember didn't understand what was going on, but she knew enough to be able to tell that this not-Walker was bad news (yes, even worse than the real Walker) and that Danny seemed to be, for whatever reason, in danger. She shoved herself between not-Walker and Danny and said, "So, Sheriff, how's life?"

Not-Walker growled and shoved her away. Yep, that definitely was not Walker. Danny saw that he wasn't stopping and began to run away, but not-Walker grabbed his arm and tugged him back.

It didn't feel right, seeing the undead guy look so scared. Ember barely thought about her next action. She looked down at her guitar, remembered how good a weapon it made when she whacked Danny in the head last night, and swung it at the back of not-Walker's head. Not-Walker grunted and let go of Danny. His glasses fell to the floor, and when he turned around to glare at her, she froze--because his eyes were as red as blood. Ember was fairly certain that Walker's eyes were supposed to be green.

"Ember, get away! He's a ghost!" Danny warned.

Ember stared wide-eyed at Danny, and that was long enough for not-Walker's fist to connect with her gut and send her toppling backward. He didn't just punch her--he also sent a strange beam of green light that made her body buzz with electricity and sent her skidding across the hallway. She fell over and clutched her stomach, wheezing. She weakly raised her head enough to watch not-Walker grab Danny again and lift him up by his neck. Sidney was next to them, but he looked too paralyzed to help, and Ember was in too much pain to get up.

"Danny Phantom--" Danny Phantom? "--I see you're alive," not-Walker said with a sneer.

Danny quit struggling in not-Walker's grip long enough to gulp. "Alive? Nah. I'm just overshadowing someone, like you are."

"You think you can lie to me? I know what overshadowing senses like. You're alive." His cheeks looked like they were pulled back by invisible strings into a cruel smirk, and he added, "But if you're really only borrowing this body, then I suppose killing it won't do anything to you, would it?"

His grip around Danny's neck tightened, and Danny's struggling became strained. Why couldn't he just go intangible? Sidney looked like he finally snapped out of his paralysis, and he ran forward to help Danny with a yell of, "Let him go!" Unfortunately, he was quickly pushed back by the same weird light that attacked Ember.

"You're mortals," not-Walker growled. "You don't understand the laws that govern ghosts. The dead stay dead. Ressurecting oneself is a major crime--against the laws of the Ghost Zone and the laws of nature."

Cool, so it wasn't Walker, but he sure as hell was equally obsessed with arresting people. Or, well...executing them was more like it, if he continued to squeeze Danny's throat any longer. (Re-executing? What would happen if you die a second time?)

Ember gritted her teeth and pushed herself up. She may have only known Danny for less than a day, but there was no way she was letting the weirdest friend she'd had disappear so soon after she met him.

Without a second thought, she ran up to not-Walker, ignoring the pain in her gut, and shouted, "Hey, dipstick!" Not-Walker turned around but did not have time to prepare when her boot swung up and connected with his crotch.

Not-Walker cringed. Ember wasn't sure if the ghost was able to feel pain from inside Walker's body (probably not, because she was confident in the power of her kick) but the shock of being kicked in the private part was enough to loosen his grip on Danny. Danny, now able to breathe, took this opportunity to thrust his hand into not-Walker's face, and before she could blink, a bright burst of green light not unlike not-Walker's own attacks was released from his palm and roasted Walker's face.

Apparently, the ghost did feel pain from that, because he yowled and let go of Danny. Danny didn't waste any time after he landed before grabbing Ember and Sidney by the arms and sprinting down the hallway and around a corner, away from not-Walker's sight.

Danny kept running, pulling the two humans behind him. She didn't know how long they went--lockers and windows passed by in a blur--before he apparently thought they were far enough from the ghost possessing Walker and let go of their arms to slump on the floor and pant.

"Okay, what was that?" Sidney demanded.

"Yeah, and why did that guy call you Danny Phantom?" Ember added.

Danny didn't answer them at first, still catching his breath. Finally, he gulped and said, "So, that was the ghost police."

"I kind of figured," Ember said, remembering the ghost's words. "Resurrecting yourself is illegal?"

"Of course it is," Sidney said, staring at Danny, and Ember thought she saw a hint of wildness in his eyes. "It's unnatural! You're supposed to be dead!"

Danny flinched. Ember bit her lip and placed a hand on Sidney's shoulder. "Hey, man. What's done is done. Danny's alive now."

Sidney kept huffing for a moment before he covered his face with a hand and sighed. "No. I know. It's just...I wasn't expecting to be a attacked by a ghost-possessed Walker today."

"I mean, you did bring Danny to school," Ember pointed out. "Why did you bring Danny to school?"

"I asked to come," Danny answered.

"Why would you want to come to school? Are you a nerd?"

Danny looked about to argue, but then Sidney spoke up, "That's not important. That ghost inside Walker is still around. How do we get rid of him?"

Danny hummed thoughtfully. "Usually, in the Ghost Zone, we just duke it out with ghost powers, but I don't think that would work when I'm part human."

It was then that Ember finally noticed the way Danny was cradling his hands tenderly. She looked at his palm and saw it filled with slightly greenish blisters. Danny caught her looking and covered his palms, but she had already seen them. Guess that ghostly light attack was too hot for a human body to handle.

"Then what do we do?" Sidney asked.

Danny shrugged. "Maybe...are there myths about ghost weaknesses? Usually those have a little truth in them."

"What, you mean like, sprinkle salt on him?" Ember said with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe," Danny said. "I--"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off when a blur came through the wall behind them, grabbed Danny, and went through the opposite wall. Ember and Sidney both stared slack-jawed as they tried to make sense of what just happened.

"Ghost," Sidney said.

"Salt," Ember said. "I'll go to the cafeteria."

"I think I also have something that might help," Sidney said. "I'll go get that."

There was no time for Ember to ask what thing Sidney had that might work against a ghost. The two teens separated and ran down different directions, Ember to the school cafeteria. She arrived to find it empty apart from the lunch lady behind the counter.

The lunch lady was humming to herself as she cooked...whatever the fuck school lunches were supposed to be. Ember tried to crouch near the wall and sneak into the kitchen. If she was lucky, she could grab the salt and dash without any confrontation...but she had no suck luck.

The humming stopped, and Lunch Lady said, "What are you doing outside of class?"

Ember closed her eyes and silently muttered a few curses before standing up in front of Lunch Lady with a smile. "Sorry. I just wanted to grab some salt...for a lab experiment."

"Salt? We have salt," Lunch Lady said sweetly.

"Great! I'd love some, please."

Lunch Lady grabbed a salt container, and Ember reached out for it eagerly, but the woman held it back with a frown. "If it's for a science class, why were you trying to sneak past me?"

"Me? Sneaking? I would never," Ember said, her smile straining. "I just thought it would be quicker...you know...so I don't waste any class time."

"Of course your teachers wouldn't want you to waste class time. That's why they're supposed to bring their own materials for experiments. I talked to them about that last year."

Ember winced. "They...forgot?" When Lunch Lady seemed unconvinced, Ember brought her hands together in a pleading gesture and said, "Please, I just want some salt. It won't even be long. I'll give it back."

Lunch Lady narrowed her eyes, like she was considering Ember's words. "Salt is a very important part of food, you know. Salt and meat."

Ember quirked an eyebrow. "I thought too much salt is a bad thing. Same with too much fatty meat."

She probably should have kept quiet. Lunch Lady's expression turned into a scowl, and she all but screeched, "Are you questioning my nutritional knowledge?"

Ember had met ghosts, but somehow, this lunch lady was more terrifying. Ember faltered and stammered, "Um, uh..."

She was saved by the large dirt explosion outside. Lunch Lady jumped and leaned forward, trying to look out the window with wide eyes. The salt container in her hand was in reach.

Ember snatched the salt from her and darted. Lunch Lady yelled at her, but Ember was already running away...toward the explosion she heard come from the track field outside. Somehow, she had a feeling that had something to do with Danny and that other ghost.

She emerged outdoors, and sure enough, Danny lay in a crater in the ground, looking worse for wear. Then Ember looked up at the enemy ghost and did a double take. Walker's body must have been left back inside the school, because the ghost wasn't possessing him anymore, which meant she could see his true, ghostly form.

Being near him set her hairs on edge and filled her with dull dread. He was glowing. His edges were blurry, like an old photograph. His skin was bright green and translucent, showing his skull underneath. He wore a suit that looked like it should have been black but was bleached white, and white sunglasses covered his eyes, although Ember had a feeling they were the same red shade that possessed-Walker had.

The ghost hovered over Danny's bruised form. Danny weakly pushed himself on his elbows, wincing all the way, and said, "Can't we talk about this, Operative?"

The ghost, Operative, retorted, "Sure, once you're in jail."

He aimed a hand at Danny, and Ember could tell he was about to attack. She ran toward him, shouted, "Hey! Want some salt with that?" and swung the salt at him.

Operative flinched--then blinked when the salt went through him without any effect. Ember faltered. "So...salt doesn't work."

"Salt?" Operative smirked. "I've heard about that. It has to be blessed to work against ghosts. And it must be pure salt, not table salt."

"Well, fuck," Ember muttered.

She shrieked and ducked out of the way as Operative ghost-blasted the spot where she stood. While she hit the grass, the ghost turned back to Danny and held him up by the neck. Danny was too weak to even struggle in his grip.

Just as Ember was beginning to lose hope, she saw Sidney enter her field of vision. Ember scrambled to her feet and joined him in running toward the ghost. "What did you get?" she asked.

Sidney, poor non-athletic nerd that he was, was panting too much from the process of sprinting as fast as he could to really talk, but he didn't need to. He stopped a short distance away from Operative and held up the object he brought for everyone to see: a reflective silver mirror.

Operative turned his head away from Danny for a moment to look at the mirror. "What is that? Do you want me to see my reflection?"

Ember was wondering about his plan, too. A mirror didn't sound very useful against ghosts. Even Sidney looked uncertain of himself, his knees knocking together in terror.

To his credit, he bravely ignored his fear and ran screaming at the ghost, swinging his mirror right down at him. She thought she saw the ghost's eyes widen at the last moment before he disappeared right into the mirror, somehow sucked up by the silver. Danny fell on his butt as Operative was gone.

Ember picked up her jaw and asked, "What was that?!"

"I have no idea," Sidney admitted, still wide-eyed from the fact his plan worked. "I just remembered hearing some stories about silver working against werewolves and vampires and guessed it must do something about ghosts, too."

"That was brilliant," Danny said, smiling from his spot on the ground. He was bruised all over and had second degree burns on his palms, but other than that, he seemed fine.

Now that the big scary ghost was gone and Ember's heartbeat was settling, she crossed her arms at Danny and said, "You didn't answer my question from earlier. Danny Phantom?"

"Right," Danny said, reaching to rub his neck then stopping when that made him wince. "Ghosts don't usually use each others' real names. It's...personal, I guess. So everyone goes by a nickname."

"That's why you don't like us calling you Daniel Fenton," Ember said, remembering the way he flinched when he got called that in the graveyard and at Sidney's--the same way he flinched just now as she said that.

"Yeah," he said. "That ghost we just fought, Operative...well, he's lucky because no one even knows his real name. He worked with the government back when he was alive. Everyone just calls him by his title--or the Guy in White."

"That makes sense, considering how blindingly white his suit was."

Sidney suddenly yelped, and Ember turned toward him to see that he had dropped his mirror onto the ground. She looked down at it and understood why. A swirling fog appeared on its surface before it morphed into the Guy in White's face.

She jumped when the ghost brought a fist forward and at pounded at the mirror's surface--but the mirror didn't even vibrate, much less fracture. He continued to pound uselessly and growled, "You can't keep me in this relic forever. Just as you can't escape your punishment. You're upsetting the balance between life and death. You--"

Sidney crouched and flipped the mirror over so that its reflective surface was lying face down against the dirt. The Guy in White's voice was muffled.

Danny crawled to them and struggled to push himself up. Ember went to his side and helped him stand, and as soon as he did, she recoiled and asked, "Where did your bruises go?"

Most of them were gone, and she watched as the ones that did remain seemed to glow green before fading away. Ember stepped away from him, and he stayed stable on his feet. "Healing," he said. "Injuries aren't permanent to ghosts. I guess I kept that part of me when I got resurrected."

"You brought yourself back from the dead," Sidney said. Ember turned to him and saw him staring at the mirror he had just flipped over. "That ghost mentioned something about balance."

"Dude, the Guy in White is just ghost Walker," Ember said. "He probably comes up with any lame excuse to jail people."

"But maybe he has a point," Sidney argued, glaring at Ember--and at Danny. "What makes you special enough to get ressurected? Why not everyone else who died--like my parents?"

"Sid--"

"No, he's right," Danny said. He hung his head guiltily, gazing down at his hands. The burns on his palms seemed to take longer to heal. "This was a mistake. I thought I could get my parents' invention to work--and I did--but I didn't think about the consequences. Maybe they gave up on it for a reason."

Ember tilted her head. "So...what? You kill yourself again?"

Danny bit his lip and shrugged. "I...I don't know."

Ember glanced between him and Sidney, who was shuffling in place uncomfortably. She thinned her lips and stood straight. "Well, I'm not letting you do that," she said to Danny. "I don't care if you were dead before. You're alive now."

"Technically, I'm only half alive," Danny mumbled. "I still have some ghostly attributes, but..." He glanced uncertainly at Sidney.

Sidney fidgeted, then crossed his arms and sighed. "I guess...if you're human now...there's no point in going against that. You may as well enjoy your time back. I'll accept that. No need to kill yourself."

Danny's shoulders relaxed. Sidney still had his arms crossed, but he didn't look as angry anymore. The muffled voice of the Guy in White still came from the upside-down mirror on the ground.

Ember prodded the mirror with her foot. "So, what do we do with him?"

"Break the mirror?" Sidney suggested.

"No," Danny said. "Who knows if that would get rid of him. It might just release him again."

"I still don't get how he even got here," Sidney said.

Danny shrugged. "A portal? Though, it seems a little convenient that a natural portal would open up right after I got revived..."

"Or maybe he followed you back to the human world," Ember said.

"But he's not alive..." Danny's eyes widened. "Unless--"

He grabbed the mirror off the ground and began to run.

"Hey, where are you going?" Sidney shouted.

Danny turned back to face them. "My revival must have opened a permanent portal," he told them. "I'm going to send Operative back to the Ghost Zone, and I'm going to see my parents."

"A portal? But where?"

Danny met Ember's eyes, and he knew the same thought went through their heads. "My grave," he said. Then he turned around and kept running.

Sidney and Ember glanced at each other in bewilderment. Then Ember shouted, "Wait up!" and ran after Danny.

"Wait! But what about school!" Sidney shouted.

Fuck school, Ember thought. Ghosts, zombies, portals--ever since Danny entered her life, her days became exciting, and there was no way she was missing any second of this.

#phic phight #danny phantom #species swap #au #fic #fanfiction #writing #mine #danny fenton #sidney poindexter #ember mclain

[taniushka12]

4, 14, 24 (also explain how if u like~)

aaaaa thankssss i love... talking abt wips lmao

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

ok so I write snippets of different fics per week so ill do a couple if u dont mind~

“The water falling harder on the steps ahead was now bouncing and lightly falling on her feet. She felt her own toes wriggling at the sensation, the cold of the rain easier to bare than the dark eyes of the woman in front of her. Two black holes trying to suck every meaning of her words, her face, her actions, to pull them apart and understand them. It was as dangerous as beautiful to be at the edge of such, but good thing Sasha wasn't a black hole nor a sun, not yet at least.”

from an annabelle/sasha one-shot im working on that I cant wait to post dfgfdg, i love this part!! for context, annabelle is a possible antagonist from tma, across the few past seasons is like she could be evil.... but you’re not sure... and if you decide to believe that shes telling the truth whch i do she has a sad backstory and i just love her ok? and i LOVE sasha as you know, so the idea of a normal regular ass human being so intense that she leaves this spider-ish monster-ish woman both in awe and smitten is... so good ;o;

also they kiss bc they both deserve some fluff :’)

[tw: body horror? in the next one]

“The air around her tensed and for a second she was ready to bolt, but the body didn't move, didn't make a sound, just lay there as the last of the bees moved through his clothes and out of his... mouth? eye? Sasha couldn't see very well with the low light, and behind that pressing feeling of disgust at the base of her stomach a new impulse took over her body. After what it felt an eternity she realized she could actually move, and immediately hunched over the body to take a better look at it. 

 It was... horrible. The man who once was her neighbor laid face up, skin covered in liquid wax dripping from the ceiling maintaining his flesh mostly intact as combs grew from his mouth eating the rest of his face upwards, eye sockets indistinguishable from the rest of his face. Taking a napkin out of her pocket she took the face with her hand, twisting it to see the rest of it under the pale light, and despite the vague disgust at her urgency she simply couldn't stop herself.

It was horrible, but god, a part of her was dying to see. [...]

Was she being cautious, then?

Was she being indulgent?

Feeling the flimsy flesh against the cloth on her hand she had to consider a third and sickeningly real option; she had been curious.”

from a martin/sasha slowburn longfic where martin is slowly turning into a honeycomb monster against his will and sasha is the only one that knows and so they both try to deal w/ it, but the thing is! they both make some decisions in the middle that end up in a a guy dying, and this is the moment she realizes maybe he’s not the only one who’s changing under the circunstances. . . 

im super excited for this scene bc ive been dying to write it months ago dfgdfg woohoo!!! 

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

depends!! sometimes I think of a cool title and its like “huh how would a story based on that title look like?”, sometimes in the middle I write a cool line and its like “oh what if the title were tied to this?”, sometimes it hits me while im thinking abt anything else and sometimes at the very end when I have everything ready EXCEPT the title lmao

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

I want to say it did honestly, but it’s harder to see than the changes in visual art yknow? I think I write longer now, describe more of the scene, the place and stuff, also I like to think I think more about the dialogues and characterization? It harder to pinpoint mostly bc half of my stuff is in spanish and the other in english but id Say it changed u_u

[ask me abt my writing~!]

#me thinking about sasha: i love youuuuuuu i LOVE you!!!!! #which means ill give her both kisses AND guilt ! cuz thats Fun #tani's personal shit #same for martin lmao #annabelle Just gets kisses bc she already had to deal with so much u_u #gemsofthegalaxy

[jgnico]

For the fanfiction ask thing: answer all of them, go nuts baybe

1. I started writing when I was 13 or 14 I think, so 2010, possibly 2011.

2. I've written for seven different fandoms, not counting any of my original works.

3. Oh for sure, my writing has improved a lot since I wrote. Although I probably use way too many commas still.

4. First story I ever wrote was a picture book about a cat that gets lost in a forest snd becomes friends with an owl. I like to think I illustrated it well, but probably not 😂

5. I dont think I have a favorite fic that I've written. I like and dislike little bits and pieces of all of my fics.

6. Favorite to write, fanfiction wise, is a tie between Revenant and Eobard Thawne. I enjoy writing morally ambiguous characters.

7. I think I identify the most with Cisco Ramon. We have a lot in common and I enjoy writing him.

8. Bloodhound is for sure the hardest character for me to write. Im always doubting the tone I use for them lol

9. I listen to all kinds of music when I write. If it's a longer story, I'll even make an entire playlist for it so that I can keep the tone even throughout.

10. I try not to put too much of myself into the charaters, but I'll definitely give them little quirks of mine that are common to try and flesh them out. (Ex. Renee fidgets with her clothing when nervous, Nat listens to music when overwhelmed, Cisco doubts his sentences and doubles back on his affirmations.) If I'm not comfortablw with how I write the character, I leave these things out.

11. If I could put two characters from differnwt fandoms together, it would be a toss up between Cisco and Natalie or Loki and Bloodhound.

12. Dialogue is my least favorite to write. I'm awful at it because I tend to not try to portray what I want the characters to say through their actions without them having to say it. Scenic descriptions are very fun, but I try to keep them short so I don't bog down the story.

13. Currently Im writing a fic that takes place in France and I don't think I'd want to change that setting. I have a thing for Paris and Beaune, it seems.

14. I would love to see Timeless turned into a movie or graphic novel. That would amazing.

15. I'd probably be most friendly with Cisco Ramon or Tony Stark. We can bond over movies/music and they can help me finish my engineering degree.

16. There are a ton of ideas that I have that I would like to eventually write. Some Im working on slowly, some I don't trust myself to do justice to.

17. Favorite fic that I've read has to be Put Out the Light by C J Jefferson. It's an original work and definitely worth a read.

18. I have written a personal experience into one of my fics, which has since been deleted.

19. I don't believe I use face claims outside of making playlist. I don't have a favorite.

20. Three things I like and dislike about my fave character... Gosh okay, we'll go with Revenant. Likes: He's tall, he's sarcastic, and he's an asshole. Dislikes: He doesn't have enough backstory, his human face is wack and his name doesn't fit in AUs.

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[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

Ok um IM A HUGE DANGEROUS FELLOWS FAN AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! (Fan girling so hard) soooooo i really like your writing and i would love if you could do eugene (i love him so much) or harry (my second favorite he's such an angel) like there trying to have some quality time with reader but keep getting interrupted by the other guys but finally get to be alone and turns saucy i would love this owo

This ended up being saucy throughout the whole fic LOL We have a thirsty MC/Reader for this one 😉Enjoy, gorgeous and thank you for the request x

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Alone at Last - Eugene x Reader

* image from LucyDreams

Word Count: 1,407

NSFW

Warning: Smut . Profanity (18+)

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Finding comfort on Eugene’s shoulder, you had your eyes closed; listening peacefully to the beautiful melody resonating from the piano. It had been a while since you were able to spend quality time together and as the days went by, you began to crave for it… for him… all of him. So of course, you were ecstatic when your boyfriend had suggested meeting in the music room, your private oasis, for a much-needed break.

“That was amazing, Eugene.” You exclaimed sensuously, eager for his talented fingers to be caressing you instead of the monochromatic keys.

Chuffed, the golden-haired male smiled proudly before gazing into your lustrous (e/c) eyes, “Well, obviously!”

Impatient desire kindled within the depths of your core as you admired his boyishly handsome face, biting your lip subconsciously. It took a lot of willpower for you to resist pouncing on him right then and there.

Impulsively, you placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing gently as your eyelids dropped in a sultry manner. You beamed at him seductively, inching further up the inside of his leg. Longing for intimacy, you didn’t want this rare alone time to go to waste.

Eugene blushed vibrantly and froze, caught off guard by your forwardness. His placid cock began to twitch, growing with excitement beneath his now tight trousers.

Giggling at his reaction, you pecked him on his nose cheekily; maintaining a soft caress between his thighs.

“Did you miss this~?” You cooed against his lips, tantalising his skin with your warm breath.

Snapping out of his daze, Eugene glared at you; a hint of mischief in his blazing amber irises. Keeping his eyes locked onto yours, he guided your hand to his hardened bulge over his pants. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, you gripped onto him firmly; causing him to gasp lightly.

“What do you think?” He panted breathlessly, leaning in to brush his lips upon your expectant ones - waiting for his embrace.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Startled, you both spun around; letting go of each other in the process as you both gawked at the two men standing between the doorway.

Harry remained by the entrance; face flushed with embarrassment from intruding on your moment of intimacy as Ethan stood next to him, straight-faced as always.

“Ahh… Sorry for interrupting but… umm… Lawrence has called for a meeting.” A flustered Harry stammered, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your owl-like gaze – wide-eyed and stunned.

Ethan stared at the both of you, nonchalant about the situation and simply nodded before walking back down the hallway. Sending you off with an awkward smile, Harry followed closely behind his athletic friend.

Eugene let out an exasperated sigh before standing up from the piano, lacing his fingers around your own.

“Maybe we’ll get some privacy later.”

Pouting, you rose beside him and cuddled up against his arm, “Hopefully.”

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Tranquil silence surrounded the atmosphere as both you and Eugene patrolled the rooftop that evening. The city beyond the heavy fencing seemed peaceful and the stars above glittered the vast cloudless sky. It was a breathtaking sight and you turned towards your boyfriend, twining your fingers with his.

“Everything looks fine… No signs of zombies lurking near the gate or the schoolyard.” Pulling you into his arms, Eugene gazed hungrily at your parted lips, “Shall we continue where we left off?”

Without hesitation, you threw yourself onto him; grasping the collar of his jacket. Eugene stumbled against the wired fence from your urgency – pinned by your sex-driven form. Your tongues instantly tangled erotically as your lips connected, passionate and greedy.

Together, you slid down to the floor.

Straddling your boyfriend’s lap, you began to grind against his already hardened cock. The head of his length rubbed against your clit; the friction causing your pussy to become wet, aching for penetration. Eugene gripped onto the flesh of your hips, rocking you back and forth in a steady rhythm. You mewled into his mouth as your hands ravished through his light-coloured mane.

BANG!

“AHH!”

Eugene flung you off him as you yelped from the sudden noise coming from the rooftop door.

“I swear… this chick is so damn annoying and clingy! Why do I have to be paired up with her?! She’s such a pain in my…”

Zion had slammed the door open and casually strolled through the entrance looking extremely perturbed. His golden orbs soon fell upon your frozen body lying on the floor before landing on his bewildered friend. He noticed the obvious bulge in Eugene’s pants and frowned.

Frustrated at getting caught in the act for the second time today, Eugene blasted at the redhead.

“For crying out loud, Zion! Ever heard of knocking?” He quickly yanked his jacket down to cover his crotch.

“The fuck? This is a public area, dude! There’s a time and place, you know?!”

As the two friends bickered, you stood up gingerly and briskly dusted the dirt off your clothes. Your face was burning crimson and you made haste towards the door – slinking away, embarrassed once more.

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After the last meeting and dinner had ended, you trudged back to the comfort of your room – disappointingly alone. Riddled with sexual tension, you wondered whether to sneak your way towards your Eugene’s room or force yourself to stay put and deal with your pent-up frustration on your own.

Deciding on the latter, not wanting to risk bumping into the others again, you changed out of your daily attire and slipped under your knitted blanket in nothing but your panties and tee. Closing your eyes, you slipped your hand down past the cotton trim of your underwear and began to tease your clitoris; all the while fantasising about Eugene’s tongue lapping at every crevice of your sex. You could imagine his soft hair tickling the insides of your thighs as you bucked your pelvis into his gorgeous face; his tongue darting in and out of your slit.

Soft moans escaped your o-shaped lips as you skimmed your fingers down to your slick hole and then up again, coating yourself with your essence. You fastened your pace, stimulating your swollen bud – attempting to relieve yourself before bed.

“Mmm… Eugene…”

“Yeah?”

Your eyes sprung open towards the cocky voice, and there stood the blonde; leaning his shoulder against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest - a smug devilish grin on his face.

“Oh my goodness, Eugene! Don’t scare me like that!” A rosy tint crept upon your cheeks as you glared at him, your hand still hidden within your panties.

Closing the door behind him, he made his way towards you; taking his clothes off in the process. His unzipped pants hanging off his hips, Eugene knelt down before you and gave you a small nod of his head, gesturing for you to sit up.

Smirking at your lover, you threw the blanket off to the side – revealing yourself to him. Eugene hooked his fingers on either side of your panties and slowly peeled them off your legs. His breath hitched as he watched you continue to pleasure yourself with fiery carnal eyes; his cock throbbing under the constraints of his slacks.

He hovered over your provocative form and ran his tongue along the curves of your lips. You gasped softly as yours tangled with his own in a dirty, salacious dance.

A string of saliva bridged between your lips as Eugene pulled away, stripping the rest of his clothing off.

“Just so you know, we’re not sleeping tonight.”

You smiled lasciviously at his words and your lips met once more in a heated and desperate kiss – no longer able to contain the desires that had been building up throughout the day. Moments later, he had your legs out wide. His hands grasped both your knees drawing them to your shoulders as he sheathed his shaft inside of your warm supple cunt; grinding himself at the hilt and stretching your pussy walls with his girth. You let out a breathless sigh as he pumped his cock in and out of you vigorously – the sound of your wetness filling the midnight air.

Eugene fucked you over and over, allowing your inhibitions to run free until dawn - making up for lost time. As the morning rays warmed your heaving forms, you cuddled happily together under the comfort of your blanket – completely spent, satisfied and overwhelmingly relaxed.

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x mod bambi

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