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MILF!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!CEO!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: i just..i - i need a hc of beefy ceo!reader going back to her hometown after years of being away to visit her family (and Nat). And at dinner tiny mil!Nat just turn the big bad ceo!r into a stuttering and shy mess. Later that night Natasha is laying in bed and touching herself htinking about how R's muscle and body felt under her hands, and R spots her through the window and eventually make her way over and fucks Natasha. With a hint of powerbottom!nat and a shameful amount of dirty talk. All love to you mate.

AN: This has nothing to do with Valentine’s day, but it’s been in my drafts for a while so it’s time for it to see the light of day. Enjoy, my sinners. See you all soon. ❤️

You knock on the door twice, stepping back and bouncing the tray of cookies in your arms nervously. It had been years since you had seen your parents, and while you talked to them almost every week, you knew it was a big deal to see them in person.

Work had kept you away longer than you would have liked--but a promotion to CEO was not something you took lightly. However, once you settled into your role, you decided to take some time off and visit home.

The door suddenly opens, and your mom bursts out, jumping into your arms and you almost drop the cookies. After a few minutes of tearful hugging, your mom drags you into the house to greet your dad.

Your blissful family reunion is interrupted when you hear a familiar voice, and you look up and see Natasha Romanoff standing in the kitchen, wearing a skimpy black dress that normally you wouldn’t have allowed given that your mother was in the same room, but since it’s your first time seeing her in years too, you give her a pass.

Her curves are fuller, and she’s covered the wrinkles on her face with a heavy layer of makeup, but you think she looks even more beautiful than she was before.

“What...What are you doing here?” you ask, pushing away from your parents to approach her in the kitchen.

“Your mom invited me,” Natasha says with a shrug. “She said she didn’t feel comfortable with me being alone during the holidays.”

“Alone?” The last you had heard, she had married some wannabe actor from a popular comedy show and had a child with him.

“Yeah.” Natasha subtly shows off her left hand, which is now absent of a wedding ring.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” you say.

“Don’t be.” She waves you off. You don’t miss her glance over your body and bite her lip in appreciation. With your promotion, you had less time to focus on yourself, but you still always made an effort to eat healthy and workout when you could. While you felt the results could be better, you were happy and judging from the way Natasha nodded her head as she looked away from you, she was happy too.

You help Natasha finish prepping dinner in the kitchen. You don’t miss the way she rubs her front against your back, just trying to "squeeze by” with the honey baked ham, and then her arm is almost pressed against yours when you stand side-by-side to chop the vegetables for the appetizer platter.

At the dinner table, Natasha fills your plate with a little bit of everything. You think it’s sweet that she remembers the kind of appetite you have, and the food--all of it home-cooked--is absolutely delicious. Natasha is sitting next to you, and gradually her hand finds its place on your muscular thigh, squeezing it teasingly throughout the meal.

You almost choke on a slice of ham, and Natasha pats your back to help you clear your throat. You look at her, a little nervous at her boldness, but she winks and you and turns back to her plate.

After dessert, Natasha retires to the spare bedroom on the first floor. You offer her your old bedroom, but she politely declines and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Your parents head upstairs to unwind, and you’re stuck with a mountain of dishes to clean.

But the tedious work takes your mind off Natasha, at least for a little bit. The touches against you during dinner, the way she kept bringing up her loneliness from the divorce. You know she’s desperate for you, but you don’t know if it’s right to reciprocate. After all, you had just reconnected, and it seemed a little rash to go after her again after how things ended the last time.

You tie up the full trash bag and carry it outside to throw directly into the bin. The window to Natasha’s room is near the garbage bins, and it’s open just enough for you to hear her inside.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N. Yes, right there, baby. Harder. I need more of you.”

You drop the trash bag on the ground in shock, sneaking up closer to the window to peer inside.

Natasha is lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide open with her fingers knuckle-deep into her core, pumping frantically. Her eyes are closed as she imagines replacing her fingers with your bigger ones, and how she would dig her nails into your flexing forearm while begging you to move faster. She remembers the way you would take her to bed, all passion and intensity, only needing minutes to have her squirming underneath you. And then when she would return the favor, she loved having your powerful thighs wrapped around her head or grinding on your abs until she came all over your stomach.

You’re not sure how long you stand there watching Natasha pleasure herself, but suddenly, your feet are taking you back into the house and you barge into her room. Natasha smiles at you and beckons you forward with a crook of her finger.

“Come fuck me, baby,” she says, and you’re tearing off your clothes as fast as you can leaping into bed with her. You don’t care that your parents are upstairs, and this reminds you of your high school days when you would try and sneak girls home to have sex with while your parents were down the hall. Needless to say, you were caught more than once, but this time, you’ll try to keep Natasha quiet.

You lay on top of Natasha, careful not to lower all of your weight onto her, and wrap your arms around her, kissing her and tasting her cherry lipstick. She smears it along your cheek and down your neck, lightly biting on your trapezius muscle. You shift to the side, moaning when you feel her lips wrap around one of your nipples, then biting your lip and trying to silence yourself. Natasha looks up at you, her fingers trailing down your abs, but you stop her before she can reach between your legs.

“You asked me to fuck you,” you whisper, panting as her lips pull away from your chest. “But you have to promise to be quiet.”

“How can I be quiet when you’re the one fucking me?” she says, and you feel your stomach clench at the praise.

“You’re gonna have to try or I won’t do it,” you reply, although you think it’ll take an impossible amount of willpower to resist Natasha Romanoff in bed.

“Fine, fine,” she relents. You lay next to her, slipping your hand down to her center and rubbing your finger through her wetness. You pinch her clit and she gasps, but you lean over and cover your mouth with hers.

“You promised,” you whisper, sliding your fingers into her with ease and she bucks into your hand. As you thrust into her, your thumb circles her clit, spreading her wetness everywhere between her thighs. Natasha pants into your mouth, her nails clawing at your shoulder and bicep, her hips rocking wildly.

“Fuck, fuck, no one can make me cum as fast as you,” she says.

“Not even your ex-husband?” you ask, thrusting so fast your forearm is on fire.

“He never made me cum,” she pouts, and you push your fingers into her hard enough for her to whimper.

“Then it looks like I have a lot to make up for,” you respond. Her walls start clenching around your fingers and her stomach tightens. “Go ahead, Nat. Go ahead and make a mess for me.”

She pulls down on the back of your neck to bring your shoulder close to her mouth to bite on so she doesn’t throw her head back and scream loud enough to alert your parents. Cum gushes down your hand, and you’re pretty sure you’re bleeding from where Natasha bit you. But she releases you as you pull out, kissing your skin softly and you wince.

“Don’t leave me, baby,” Natasha murmurs against your chest.

“I made that mistake once,” you say, scooping her up in your arms and cuddling her close. “I won’t do it again.”

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year

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Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 5 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.0k words

Song Inspo: Possibly Maybe - Björk

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- light angst, flufffff, SMUT OBVIOUSLY, smoking one (1) cigarette (sorry about that but its DRAMATIC and therefore NECESSARY), semi-public sex (?), lap dance, dirty talking, Hotch being submissive and breedable tbh, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Lmaooooo sorry that the plot just kinda flew out the window on this one a little bit, I just wanted to write something dirttyyyyyy tee hee hopefully all is good here but lmk if it needs other warnings or anything!

Tags: @montyfandomlove, @cassiemartzz, @hausofwhores, @pedrohoe04, @sebastiansstanswhore, @comfortzonequeen,

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“Looks like lover boy is here,” Josephine noted, wiping down a glass to keep herself busy. “Doesn’t seem like he had a great day.”

You glanced up to see Aaron approaching the bar. It’d been a few days since Gia’s birthday, in which you hadn’t spoken much to him. You were gathering the courage to talk to him about things, but it was taking more time than you anticipated.

And now, it seemed time was up.

“It’s been tense to say the least,” you murmured. “Mind if I take fifteen?”

“Go ahead,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded appreciatively, patting her arm before making your way to Aaron.

“Hi,” you said, smiling meekly. “It’s my smoke break. Wanna join me outside?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Only sometimes. Good excuse to step outside when things get to be … too much, I suppose,” you shrugged. “Plus, it’s a little more private for us to talk, don’t you think?”

He nodded, pursing his lips. “Yeah, you’re right. Lead the way.”

He stood up and followed as you led him out the back door. The cacophony of music and rowdy patrons faded into the background as the two of you stepped out into the alleway. The night air was cool but bearable, still in the late throes of spring.

You covered the flame as you lit the cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Can I have a drag?” He asked, and you offered it to him.

You watched his profile as he exhaled smoke too, looking off into the middle-distance as he thought.

“I wanted to—” you started to say at the same time he said. “I thought—”

The two of you stopped, staring at each other for a moment.

“Oh, go ahead,” you prompted as he handed the cigarette back to you.

“No, no. You can go,” he insisted.

“Um… well I wanted to say that I’m sorry that things have been kind of weird lately,” you began. “It all came as a bit of a shock, as I’m sure you felt. But uh, I think I owe you some honesty, so I’ll just come clean.”

You took another long drag, bracing yourself to just rip the band aid off.

“Ever heard of the Crimson Lounge?” You said. “I dance there on the weekends. I’m a stripper, that’s my mysterious other job.”

You ashed the cigarette, gathering your thoughts for a second before barreling on.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I guess… it was stupid not to, but I’m sure you understand why I didn’t. But you deserved to know.” You looked up at him, finally meeting his dark eyes. “Especially because it’s not going to change.”

He extended his hand towards you once more to get the cigarette. He ashed it, taking a long drag himself, his gaze not leaving yours.

“What sort of reaction were you expecting from me?” He asked curiously.

You shrugged, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know… I guess disappointment? A loss of respect? Or something worse.”

He seemed genuinely surprised at this. He tossed the finished cigarette on the ground and stepped on it to put it out.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, gently taking your chin and tilting your face towards his. “I don’t feel that way at all.”

You searched his face for any hidden emotion that might betray his words. But the only thing you found was earnestness, as well as determination.

Still, you asked, “Really?”

“Yes, of course,” he assured you, cupping your face in his hands. “Trust me, that’s not a problem to me. Sure, it surprised me, but that doesn’t mean I see it as a bad thing.”

“You’re a rare exception to what seems to be the norm…” you said, smiling wryly.

“I like you for who you are, Honey. I see you.” His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones. “I know we’ve only been on a few dates, but it’s been such a pleasure getting to know you. I’d like to continue… If that’s okay with you. I want to know everything.”

You nodded, your eyes stinging as tears pooled in your vision. “Well, there’s one more thing I should also clarify. About Derek.”

He stiffened a little, swallowing hard. He said nothing, willing to just listen.

“He met Gia and me at the Crimson. He’s been a regular for some time,” you said. “He’s, uh, seen a lot of me, on and off the stage. But we’re just friends and nothing more. He’s with Gia, and they really like each other.”

He nodded, jaw clenched. He took a few breaths, just looking at you, and that seemed to help ease whatever conflicting emotions he was feeling.

“But… he was always respectful?” He managed to ask.

“Yeah. He’s a good guy,” you smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry if this just complicates things.”

“Honey, please,” he shook his head. “Who the hell am I to judge you for anything you do? It’s in the past, as you said. As long as he was decent, that’s all I care about.”

“Well, I think you’re more than decent.” Your eyes flicked down to his lips. “And I really want to kiss you for it.”

He chuckled, leaning down and kissing you sweetly. Your heart continued to race, but now for entirely different reasons. You were kind of in disbelief that it had all gone so well, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

But his thumbs traced your cheekbones again, wiping away the happy tears you hadn’t realized you were shedding. It was a reassurance that you needed, and you were grateful he gave it so freely.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“So, you forgive me?” You murmured.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said. “You did nothing wrong. But I am sorry that things got so strange last time we saw each other. I hope I didn’t react… harshly. I was just surprised.”

You waved him off, nodding in understanding and pulling back further to look at him.

“There’ll be another chance for a better first impression with my sister and Gia, don’t worry about them,” you assured. “And you know… If you’re comfortable, maybe you should visit me at the Crimson some time. See what it’s like. I could even arrange for us to have the VIP room for an hour, so we’re out of the main floor.”

He smirked a little. “Does that mean I’d get VIP treatment, too?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, smacking his arm. “Yes, only because you’ve been so good… But you’ve turned me into a real sap, you know that?”

He planted an affectionate kiss on your lips. “That was the goal.”

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“Honey, you’ve been requested for a private. An hour and a half, already paid for. He’s at table seven, you can escort him upstairs.”

You nodded, making your way over. It hadn’t been a very busy night, so you decided to call it right after this. An hour and a half was kind of pushing it, but at least it was early enough that you could still enjoy some downtime at home and potentially see if Aaron was free for another sleepover.

You’d plastered on your most charming smile, but it faltered for a surprised moment when you saw the man in question — Aaron, sitting by himself at the table, swirling his scotch around the glass lazily.

It was as if you’d summoned him somehow. For a moment, as your gazes connected, it didn’t seem real.

He hadn’t mentioned anything about coming in, but it clicked that he wanted to surprise you. It was a bold move, but you couldn’t help but be impressed. He smirked at you and your smile returned, genuine this time.

Mostly, he seemed at ease, but before you’d arrived, he’d kept his eyes down. You caught sight of a few girls glancing in his direction, but he was unaware of the attention he was getting. All of his focus was on you.

“Well, well,” you said. “What do we have here?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Honey,” he said, slightly raising his eyebrows. “But nothing compares to the real thing.”

You caught onto his game immediately, stifling a shudder as a tingle ran down your spine. Who would have thought he was into this sort of thing?

You’d figured he might be kind of vanilla, but you just kept being pleasantly surprised by him. You bit your lower lip, eyes roaming over him appreciatively. He returned the gesture, taking his time to drink you in, his nostrils flaring as he exhaled slowly.

“What’s your name, handsome?”

He took a sip of his scotch. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“Hmmm, well I’ve always liked the name Aaron,” you said, offering him your hand. “Come with me, I’ll take you somewhere quieter where we can get to know each other.”

He took your hand, not letting go as you led him towards the stairs. You went up the steps in front of him, giving him a lovely view of your ass in a g-string. It took all of his willpower not to touch you; To let his broad hands roam over the expanse of your soft skin.

There would surely be enough time for that later.

Once in the VIP room, you had him sit down while you picked the music. It softly wafted out of the speakers, the slow rhythm so irresistible that you began to sway your hips to it.

Pink and blue lights bathed you in their romantic, dream-like hues. His dark eyes tracked your movements, sinuous and almost serpentine. He was utterly entranced, and he had to adjust himself in his seat.

“Like what you see?” You asked, grinning teasingly.

“You’re breathtaking,” he rasped, nodding. “So beautiful.”

You loved feeling the ardent intensity of his gaze — like a caress, making heat slowly course through you. You were absorbed by each other; Nothing outside of this room – of this very moment – existed.

You teased him further by toying with the straps of your micro bikini top, and he clenched his jaw, a low grunt stuck in his throat.

“Come closer,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat before adding, “Please.”

You prowled towards him on all fours, and when he tried to reach for you, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them down at his sides.

You tsked, tilting your head to one side. “Hmm, think you can be good for me and keep your hands off?”

He nodded all too eagerly, making you smirk. You came up between his legs, your torso barely brushing his. Your lips were mere inches from his, too, but before he could be further tempted, you pulled back and turned around.

His fingers twitched at his sides as you sat on his lap, your back against his chest. Though you couldn’t hold down his hands at this angle, he was resolved to behave. You began to gyrate your hips ever so slowly, already feeling his prominent bulge pressing against your ass.

This time, you finally undid the straps of your top, letting it slide off of you. You heard his sharp intake of breath right next to your ear as you leaned back so he could get a better view of your front.

“You enjoy torturing me,” he gritted out. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“You just look so good when you’re all worked up like this,” you purred.

Then, to torture him even further, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to where your g-string hugged your hips.

“Hook your fingers here,” you instructed, and he immediately obeyed.

You stood and bent forward, his thumbs helping pull your panties down. At this new angle, he had an up close and personal view of your newly exposed cunt, and he couldn’t help but let out a pitiful whimper.

You chuckled. “You all good there?”

Instead of responding, he slid down to his knees, pulling your underwear off the rest of the way. You stepped out of them and felt as his hands came back towards your hips, holding on firmly.

All of his self restraint had seemingly shattered, and like a starving man, he started kissing at your thighs. You indulged him for a moment, biting back a soft moan as you felt his lips on your inner thigh.

But then, surprisingly, you felt him nip and suck at the sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark.

“Hey, now!” You chastised, turning around and pushing him back a little. “Naughty, naughty, trying to bite more than you can chew. Didn’t I say hands off?”

“I wasn’t using my hands, technically,” he countered, smirking slightly. “But I’ll do better.”

“I’m sure you will.” You crossed your arms. “And you can start by making it up to me.”

“Yes, anything.”

You looked him over, still on his knees, eyes wide and eager. He truly looked like he would do anything for you at that moment.

“Worship me,” you said finally. “If you want to put your mouth on me, it has to be over every square inch.”

He licked his lips and leaned forward a little, unable to resist you. “That I can do, gladly.”

He dove into his task diligently, kissing his way up. Your fingers buried in his hair, keeping him close. He took his time, but when he reached the apex of your thighs once more, he looked up at you as if asking for permission.

But as much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t want this part to end quite yet.

You tugged his head back lightly. “Keep going, you’ll get your prize after.”

He grunted, but acquiesced, licking up to your navel. You suppressed a shudder, already clenching around nothing. The build up was driving you near feral, but such desperate want was an addictive feeling.

You almost caved in once more when he reached your breasts. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his teeth subsequently grazing the hardened peak. He repeated his motions with your other breast, but in a teasing retort, he moved onto your sternum before you could really bask in the pleasure.

And once he reached your throat, you couldn’t take it any longer. You grabbed his chin as you brought his lips to yours, eliciting a low moan from him as your tongue tangled with his.

“You want your prize?” You asked between kisses, nipping at his lower lip when he nodded. “How do you want it, Aaron?”

“Fuck me,” he said without hesitation. “Use me to give yourself pleasure. I just want to make you feel good.”

His words had you instantly dripping and you squeezed your thighs together to try and ease some of your ache. You felt like your knees might buckle at any moment, and you crushed your lips against his ravenously.

“Sit back down for me,” you urged.

He did so, making you bend down so as not to break contact with him. But you quickly pulled away to crouch in front of him, reaching for his belt.

“May I?”

“Yes. Whatever you want, I’m all yours,” he said, shifting forward to help you undo his belt and pants.

You hummed as you freed him from his underwear, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You gingerly ran the tips of your fingers over the prominent vein on his shaft, making him twitch.

“Someone’s excited,” you noted, smiling slyly. “Remember, hands off. I’m in control here. My turf, my rules.”

He nodded once more, swallowing hard. You let a string of saliva fall onto his cock and straightened back up, spreading it with your fingers.

“Scoot over to the edge.”

You went on your hands and knees in front of him, sliding backwards until your hips were bracketed between his knees. You wiggled them a little enticingly, grinning at him over your shoulder.

“Be a dear and help me put it in, will you?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he slicked the head of his cock through your folds, coating it with your arousal. He pushed in slowly, stretching you deliciously, and both of you exhaled sharply as he bottomed out.

You started moving at a slow, even pace, working the entirety of his length until you adjusted to it. You soon picked up speed, unable to keep yourself from moaning wantonly.

“Fuck, Honey…” he groaned. “Does that feel good?”

“So good,” you panted. “So fucking good.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, cum all over my cock.”

Though he did not use his hands, his hips snapped up to meet yours, making his thrusts harder. He repeatedly hit a spot deep inside you that had you clawing at the floor, abdominal muscles tightening.

“Aaron, please, I-” the rest of the sentence died in your throat as pleasure seized you in its vice-like grip.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and you heard him moan out your name as his own orgasm washed over him. He spilled inside of you, thrusting shallowly as both of you rode out your ecstasy.

You were both dazed for a few more seconds, breathing heavily, still lost in one another. His hands caressed your hips affectionately — reverently, even.

As he pulled out of you, he helped you up and hauled you onto his lap. His arms encircled you, and you wiped his hair away from his sweaty forehead.

“Well, safe to say we know each other pretty well now,” you chuckled breathily.

“You did guess my name from the get go,” he said, also chuckling.

He kissed you tenderly, pressing you tighter against him, like he just couldn’t get close enough. It made you melt, how he always made sure to show you how much he cared.

“I kind of want to say I’m sorry for surprising you, but…” he started as he pulled away.

“Don’t,” you said, stroking his face. “I’m not sorry.”

“I’m not either,” he said, and you smiled at each other. “This was one of the most incredible nights of my life.”

“Hmm, something tells me you’re gonna become one of my regulars, Aaron.”

He kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll be your favorite one.”

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 4 months

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"sorry, but i think i lost your plot" where toothless notices hiccup admiring our protagonist often and follows her around one day while she's working? basically toothless being a wingman of sorts

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 17

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,006

You and Toothless rendezvous.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, unedited

You hurried down the steps of the Ingerman home, basket in tow, a warm, clean cloth wrapped steaming loaf of bread sitting on top of a basket of dirty laundry.

Each step tapped against the wooden stair, your worn boots doing little to soften your footsteps.

You walked with quick strides through the clearing, running across damn dirt and a forge that hadn’t yet been lit in the early morning darkness, only pausing briefly to glance at a shadow at the corner of your eye.

When you looked back, there was nothing there.

You shrugged it off, despite the chills running down your back, intent on quickly getting down to the wells before anyone else could.

You held a rag in your fists, braced against your hips, staring at your work, at the many, many shiny weapons lined and mounted against the wall, some patterned, most not, all sharpened to the highest degree.

As you polished to the highest degree, soot and other things caked onto your clothes and the apron you’d borrowed from Mrs. Jorgenson.

Your attention was drawn, for a moment, to the half open window, where you caught a glimpse of a large green eyeball just as it disappeared from view.

You didn’t mind it, instead looking away and taking a few more moments to admire your work.

You knew the Jorgenson head didn’t much care for polished artifacts, though Mrs. Jorgenson insisted on it. Something about utility and pride, nothing you learned from anyone but the head lady herself. She has some very strong opinions on it.

You looked outside a window to your side, half covered by wooden shutters and a wood frame to match the wood everything else, admiring the yellow, rising sun.

The Head should be back from his early morning training soon off in the forests. You found that he trained like every day was Thorsday Thursday.

You fled quickly as the morning got just a bit brighter, willing yourself out before the fresh dewy feeling left the air, grabbing your coin and your effects, before either one could come home and they could start arguing.

Sitting by the well, on top of the built stone wall surrounding the hole, you looked down at the nice cloth wrapped gift you had gotten earlier that day.

Off to your side, a terror danced and pounced around, following a bug.

Animals, dragons mostly, crowed and lazed in the warming noon light.

You unwrapped it, revealing a nice loaf of bread.

You were sure you were going to save it as much as you could before it started to mold. You needed to finish it before it went bad.

But you thought it wouldn’t hurt to take off a few slices.

The poor woman, Mrs. Ingerman, had gotten up extra, extra early to bake you a loaf which was impressive considering you were up in the earliest of hours, so early it had only been a few since the last night. The last midnight, that is.

You stared out at the place around, at the occasional person bustling past, most vikings heavily involved with their tasks for the day.

You spotted something in an alley, large and slinking and nearly black, it’s body language cautious and yet not.

A Night Fury. The only Night Fury you knew, crouched around the corner, observing you.

If he shifted just right, you could see the glint of a metal buckle attached to his strap. You wondered where his rider was.

You bit into the bread loaf, still staring at him.

Had he been following you all day?

You looked at the sheep in front of you, shears at your side.

It was a dusty white one, slightly overgrown, white fur and gray face very fuzzy.

You considered cutting its wool into a shape like you’d seen gardeners do to bushes.

You stood on a floor of hay in the gentle shade of a barn, one by the open fields sort of close to the coast-cliff line overlooking the sea and the craigs.

It had been a long while since you’d shorn a sheep, yet it felt like just yesterday you’d learned.

You stared out at the open stall towards the light of the afternoon where the fields were open and the sheep were wandering free.

The grass was tall and green and looked incredibly fresh, something nice to lay in.

You would do that after your task and the retrieval of your coin when it was colder and you could better appreciate the fresh earth freely.

You blinked.

It looked like you had a friend for the day.

You didn’t see anything, but you did hear a light purr, the kind you could perhaps brush off as one of the sheep’s, before you heard a loud thump.

You brushed it off.

You wondered if he had a task for you?

You stared down into the open barrel, slightly smelly, damp with seawater and slime, ready to be hung and dried and maybe pickled, filled with fish of many different sizes.

You wiped your hands on the towel by your side, shifting your rolled up sleeves further up your arm as you stared down at your work.

And then you looked off to the side, where Toothless peered out at you, the green of his eyes a bit more difficult to make out, washed over with orange.

You reached into the barrel and tossed him a fish.

It landed against the ground with a smack, and he jumped back into the shadows slightly, before creeping forwards again, eyeing you curiously.

He sniffed it curiously, looking up at you with big, suspicious eyes all the while, large, draconic shoulder hunched before grabbing the tail delicately by the teeth.

Quickly, he threw it up into the air and gulped it down before quickly turning around and bounding away, leaving vague imprints of his paws in the dust layer resting over the hard, dry dirt floor.

Whatever brought him to you, the fish seemed to treat pretty well.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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loakismine · 1 year

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𝑫𝐫𝒆𝕒𝚖 𝒢𝓲ᖇ꒒

Pairings: (18) Lo’ak x (17)Human!Fem!Reader

Summary: Lo’ak can’t seem to control himself even in the wrong time moments when your around.

Warnings: Wounds, Blood, Minor language, Dirty Lo’ak!! Innocent Reader!! Tension, Some spicy stuff at the end!!!

Word count: 1,128

Since you could remember you’ve been able to do the average things a Na’vi could. You could run, jump, hunt, fly, breath. Yes, Breath the very same air they did. Which is why the RDA wanted you day to day at the lab to be studied, that’s all your days were spent on. All you wanted to do was go out and hunt with the Sully’s. Much of that was taken up at the lab though. So whenever you had the chance you’d make a run towards the forest and who would catch you there?

Today was one of those days where you’d get a break and be able to run off but you’d have to be back before the eclipse to the lab in order to run more tests. You were met with Kiri near a huge plain of tall grass and fern like plants. The grass had some patches that were so tall they tickled at your knees when the wind blew through them. You watched as Kiri took the magnifying glass you gifted to her and observed the tiny tiny insects that crawled on the thicker parts of the grass, which was one of many things you’ve taken from the lab. Yet they still don’t know it’s you who takes things for your friends.

“This little guy reminds me of a ladybug, you know the ones in the books from the lab.” Kiri whispered as she lifted her finger up to your eyes in order to see the tiny insect that crawled on her index finger. “But this guy has tough wings and a stronger wing cover.” Humming at her facts she placed the little bug down back onto the thick grass blades. Both heads turned at the distant loud noise of branches snapping and a loud shout. “The boys.” You just knew it had to be them and by familiar yelp you knew it was Lo’ak. The two of you ran as fast as you could towards the fallen branches, Kiri was much taller and faster than you because of her fast legs and you on the other hand you were fast but not that fast compared to them.

Kiri stopped in her tracks when she saw Lo’aks ikran laying on its side and Lo’ak a couple feet from him on his back. Neteyam was helping his brother up as Kiri tented the whining ikran. “Yea real nice of ya Kiri, your brother is totally not hurt.” Lo’ak yelled angrily all while hissing when Neteyam grabbed at his scratched up side. “You idiot don’t touch there!” Lo’ak hissed again when he reached to punch at his brothers left shoulder. Neteyam dodged his younger brothers punch and waved over at you to come. Walking towards the two feuding boys you took lo’ak by his pinky tugging at him to follow you. He walked of with you and turned back giving his brother a long stare.

“Is he okay Kiri?” You asked as you walked passed her turning her head she shook it up and down. “He will be fine he only needs about a day or so before he can fly again.” Lo’ak sighed as he held his side knowing he’d get hell for this from his parents. You and him walked towards you tent where you kept most of the things you took from the lab for your safety and to give. Sitting him down you walked up over and reached for the first aid kit. “What’s in the lunch box?” Giggling you looked up at him, “Not a lunch box it’s a first aid kit with things to try and clean this up.” You explained as you pointed to his scratched up side.

Grabbing a wet cloth you dabbed around the wound cleaning out the dirt and tiny pebbles that stuck to his sticky skin. He flinched a bit when the cloth touched at some deep cut areas. Taking a bit of healing ointment you gently took your small fingers and smeared it onto the deep areas that would take longer to heal. Even through the pain he couldn’t help but look at your focused face, the way the tip of your tongue stuck out through your pillowy lips. The way your eyebrows knitted together when you worked your way around the large wound, all that made you healing him a lot better.

Lo’ak was always careful with you, always being a gentle giant with you. He was always there if you needed him the same way you would be. He loved the fact that he knew you were so innocent and you’d do anything just to see him happy. He loved that he had so much control over a girl, his girl, his dream girl. But what made him feel the best was the fact that he knew he had this power over you and your too innocent and naive to realize it.

And here you were doing just what he loved, sure it was evil and wrong what was going through his mind but he couldn’t help it. These dirty thoughts flooded his mind everytime you were around and right now wasn’t the best time to be having these thoughts. He had his bottom lip in a trap with his teeth biting on it. His fangs pierced into the corner of his lip drawing blood from the soft tissue. The taste of metal filled his mouth when your voice finally broke the silence. “You okay Lo?” The sweet hum of your voice made his heart race and it’s like you knew what was running through his mind when you squeezed at his upper arm.

A low grunt was let out as the tent in his loincloth began to grow when you finally put a bandage on him. Throwing him head back as you held his hand for him to stand again. Refusing he took having your smaller hand to his advantage. He placed you on his lap and looked down from your thighs to your large doe eyes. Two of his fingers lifted your chin to face him when you tried to avoid his eye contact. “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for healing me sweetgirl.” His hand slowly went down to your waist without you knowing because your mind was currently shifting all its gears at the mear thought that he had you in his lap.

He kissed at your palm and sat you up closer to his front. “Your mine, your my girl hmm.” His thick thumb ran over your pillowy lips and tugged at your plushy bottom one while you got lost in his lust filled eyes. Nodding at his words a breathy laugh left his throat, he had you now and he wasn’t letting you go.

Hey guysss ik it has been a while since i’ve posted but i’ve got school soo yeah it’s a little hard. But i hope you guys like this also the ending is a little change and a little more heated! Also let me know if you guys want heated stuff or smut i’m any story! Love you guys lots!!🫶

#avatar #avatar 2 #lo’ak x reader #loak sully #atwow loak #kiri sully #neteyam #heated #innocentgirl #ikran #atwow imagines

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berriblossom · 9 months

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Hey, Kuki! I was just wondering if you could do hurt to comfort Zhongli x Fem!Child Reader fic where it’s in the past and Zhongli just found them in the rice patties? Like, he was going on for a daily stroll and he saw the child and decided to take them in? This would give more context before all of your other child fics (since they’re based in the present). I absolutely loved your Rubber Ducky story, it didn’t fail to bring tears to my eyes. Take your time to work on this RQ, or you can ignore it if it’s too much to ask for :)

Hello! I was planning on doing this, but thank you for getting me started on it now! I love getting asked about Papa Zhongli and his little swan! Im going to keep this one GN to keep it in place with the series and make it a little more inclusive for the sake of continuity! Hope that's ok!

Zhongli x Gn! Child Reader| Hurt to comfort.

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Zhongli was helping you with cleaning your room and all your old toys you don't play with anymore. Despite being too big for you, you held onto old dolls, little nic-nacks, old colorful drawings, and jewelry. But now was the time for you to get rid of them or to donate them to other little kids in need, as Zhongli reminded you.

Zhongli was a little sad at how much you have grown since being in his care. What, it's been about 6 years now? Yes, you were almost big enough to start your own schooling and ready to have more friends outside of Yaoyao and Qiqi. Zhongli didn't think after 6 years he'd feel a little nostalgia sick about how old you get, despite knowing your mental and physical again will be slightly delayed due to your adeptal traits but still. Papa can't reminisce a little.

Zhongli remembered how small you were, how scared you were when he'd try and leave rooms without you being right beside him the whole time.

"Papa! No Leave! No, leave me! Papa!" Zhongli felt his heart break each time you wailed to Madam Ping about how he left you forever while he went to go about his duties for the Wangsheng Funeral parlor. But the most heartbreaking thing was how he originally found you in Qingce Village.

A little while back, the 77th director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor asked her dutiful consultant, Zhongli to go to Qingce to see about a client as he had fallen ill and due to her ever-bending will and intent, the old man could be their next client.

Zhongli despite thinking HuTao's directions were a bit too offensive and blunt sometimes went up to the village despite wanting to hear more from here. The bickering wasn't an option for the director because somehow she would win.

Zhongli felt the warm sun beat down on his neck as he walked across the old rope bridges around the mountains of Qingce. The ex-Geo Archon always relished in the simple beauty of the simple but quiet village. As he walked, he could hear young children cry out and play near the waterfalls. Older people cleaned through the rice patties, and the sounds of the wind blew through the terrain. The shades of orange, yellow, and green, made it seem this village was in its own world.

Zhongli heard a small rustle in one of the patties beside him, turning his head to look, he felt a small tuff at his pant leg. Looking down he meets large [eye color] eyes looking back up at him in awe. You held a little small doll in your hands, your little fingers had little scratches and nicks on them, possibly from running around in the patties and getting a little dirty.

But Zhongli noticed other things too, like how your hair seemed a little messy, and your face had dirt and mud on it. But your small eyes looked at him with such wonder, so much pure joy. It was adorable.

"Hello, may I ask who are you?"

"Hi..." was all you spoke, you bowed your head a little, courtesy Zhongli noted. When that was the end of the conversation, he began to walk closer to the village chief in search for the elder man he was supposed to be with. You waddled after him, clutching onto his pant leg. At first, Zhongli felt a little bothered by it, seeing as you could get hurt but his patience outsmarted him and he allowed you to cling to him. He even began to walk slower so that your little legs could keep up.

When he finally found the elder woman who was the supposed Chief of the village, he began explaining about his position at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, however, the village chief stopped him and pointed out how he had made a new little friend.

"I see the little one has found you, such a surprise. They never like when adults try to crowd them, maybe because you're a new face around here. Hehe, how cute." Granny Ruoxin mentioned. Zhongli just smiled and patted your head, slightly trying to get a move on for this little house visit. But you still followed him, all the way up the hill to the old house.

The man's name was Mr. Xeui. Director HuTao noted he had some family relations in the harbor, however, his wife died about 6 years before him and his adult children worry about his time. Saying "We think he is too sickly and frail, maybe his spirit will move onwards soon." But Zhongli thought maybe his children haven't spoken to their father since a few years ago, because he seemed more than fine. He even met them on the porch.

Mr. Xeui made some tea, allowing Zhongli to sit with him, Granny Ruoxin left to go attend to something near one of the mills.

"I see little one has become fond of you. They really keep to themselves, such a shame. Their stories are so sweet and full of life, remind me of my youth." Mr. Xeui said. Zhongli took a glance around a few times to look at whom the old man was speaking about.

"I'm sorry I don't quite follow, who are you speaking about? Is someone else here with you? If so, I can put them down on your will if I need so Mr. Xeui." Zhongli had a pen and paper in hand, he also noticed the extra cup of tea sitting beside him.

"Look under the table, good sir." The old man nodded again and chuckled at how flabbergasted Zhongli was. But the old god looked down and saw those same wide eyes staring back at him holding their little doll.

"They can be quite talkative when you let them tell their stories. Some remind me of the feats of the illuminated Adepti. Hehehe." The old man sipped his tea and coughed into his hand, quickly grabbing a handkerchief to clean up the extra blood. He smiled down at you when you popped your head up and waved. He patted the table and encouraged you to have some tea. You sat down beside Zhongli and began to slowly sip your tea, even holding onto Zhongli's gloved hand too.

"It seems little [Name] likes you too Mr. Zhongli."

You lazily drank your tea, and Mr. Xeui and Zhongli carried out their original conversation.

"I know my daughter and son are worried for my being good, sir. However, I want you to know that I am fine for the time of now. I hate to envision my timely demise right now." He glanced at you and how you kicked your feet at the side of the chair.

"It's such a shame, I can't leave them anything when I am gone. I wish I could, my wife would have agreed. Is there a way?" Zhongli recalled the many practices of adoption and the fostering of children but seeing as how ill and old Mr. Xeui was, he sadly couldn't bring up one scenario. "I'm sorry dear friend, but I can't write something in your ordeal unless they are blood related or in the binding of a contract. It would go against the Ministry of Civil Affairs' wishes. Maybe perhaps your daughter could-"

"My daughter says with my age and that child, my time will be due soon Mr Zhongli. I think she is out of the question." Mr. Xeui sadly smiled. Zhongli nodded but felt a tinge of pain in the older gentleman's voice, how could anyone be like that to a child? He knew it wasn't his place but Zhongli wanted to ask what good health Mr. Xeui's daughter thinks her father is in?

No longer bringing the topic up again, Zhongli listened to Mr. Xeui hum with you an old hymn about the Adetpi on Mount. Hulao. He held your small hand in his as he repeated the hymn's words back to you.

"The strength of a thousand men, so strong and the might Rex Lapis, for he will be the dawn of the brave and catcher of the weak.."

Zhongli smiled and joined in too, the darkness of the conversation air was left alone for another time.

By the end of the visit, Zhongli walked back to Liyue harbor to deliver the news to HuTao.

Zhongli would visit the village more often, coming to check on Mr. Xeui and his health while catching up on certain things about his ordeal. Zhongli would spend time with you too, playing games, drinking tea, reading stories to you, and even teaching you fun facts about Qingce village and the rice patties. He adored how your eyes filled with wonder.

Playing simple games such as hide and seek, tag, and finders keepers was enough to bring a smile to anyone around. You played with the other children while Zhongli spoke with Mr. Xeui. He could tell though, that you preferred him alone to play with.

By the fifth visit, it was raining.

This time, Zhongli didn't bear a simple smile instead he had a serious face.

He spoke with Granny Ruoxin, she knew all too well the look on his face. Zhongli simply gave his condolences and asked for a letter to be sent on behalf of Mr. Xeui and his daughter's family to Liyue Harbor. "The director and I will be back shortly to carry out the services required for his ceremony. Please if you can, keep in touch with his daughter and her family throughout this process." Granny Ruoxin nodded but held a sad look in her eyes.

"And what about [name]? The poor child has no one now."

In Zhongli's heart, it cracked. Then broke in twain. She was correct, you now had no one. He didn't even know if you knew what was going on. If anyone explained to you the situation. His mind worried on your behalf as well.

"Where are they? Where is [name]?" Granny Ruoxin showed him to her home, and you sat on the porch holding onto the book Mr. Xeui gave you and your dolls. Sat beside you was your bag, possibly all the belongings you owned or were given. Zhongli could tell you had a few tears on your face. Maybe it was the rain, but he didn't want to believe so naively.

He stepped closer to you, crouching down to your eye level, Zhongli asked. "[name]? Hello, sweet thing, what happened?" His voice was gentle. No tone of force or malicious.

You didn't speak, you shook your head and sniffled. Your tears made Zhongli's heart sink deeper into his chest. He opened his arms and brought you close as your sniffles turned into soft cries and wails. Granny Ruoxin shook her head and patted your head, soothing you too. She apologized, and so did Zhongli.

"I am so sorry little one, I'm sorry."

The rest was a blur for Zhongli. The ceremony happened within the course of a few weeks, Granny Ruoxin put you in her care for a short period, even asking the Ministry of Civil Affairs if you could be placed with someone. However, she heard no reply. Director HuTao asked about seeing if she could do anything to help, Mr. Xeui's daughter left and took her father's things with her, but she only left the book he lent you. Noting that she thought it was the last thing you wanted to remember him for. Zhongli wanted to push her into the river for that, but he guessed it had a tone of kindness in it.

When Zhongli came to visit for the last time, she told him of all the things happening but yet no sign of finding your blood relatives or parents. Zhonglie glanced outside the window of her small home, to see you sitting near the waterfall kicking your feet in the water. Holding onto your book and your doll.

Zhongli's soul was eating away at him, he knew if you were put into the Ministry of Affairs care for children, the little light in your eyes would dim further. He couldn't tell how many times he had seen the children of that system turn into the worse of the worse because of so. But he knew Granny Ruoxin couldn't take care of you for fear of what happened to Mr Xeui.

The elder woman could see the turmoil in Zhongli's eyes. She sighed and sipped her tea.

"At this point, you could have the little one huh Mr. Zhongli sir? You are quite young, and seeing as you live in the harbor, you could be quite stable no? [Name] knows of you, and they are comfortable with you. Why not?"

"I don't think that would be possible. I have no experience with children or childcare. I think I wouldn't do so well in such a category."

Granny Ruoxin laughed, she shook her head.

"Do you think all parents know what they are doing when they first have children? Of course not, however, experience comes with practice and time. No one is perfect Mr. Zhongli. But for the sake of little [name], I don't think you need to be."

Zhongli glanced again outside the window, you were hopping in the water now. Granny Ruoxin's words hit him in a soft and tender way. Similar to what Mr. Xeui said to him last.

"Children are gifts to this world, it is up to you if such a gift should be appreciated, no one should be ungrateful for these types of gifts either. Don't you agree Mr. Zhongli?"

Looking back, Zhongli couldn't agree more.

He closed the toy chest that sat in your room took the boxes of old toys to the front of the house and placed them on the table. You were on the floor next to Ganyu and Xiao, coloring and talking about birds and dragons again.

Zhongli knew the moment he took you in as his child, it would never be seen as a regret. He knew Mr. Xeui would be smiling down at him on your behalf. Sure it took some time for him to get some things right, like setting rules and playing mean Papa but it was all worth it for you.

And look at your family now, originally with no one but the waters of Qingce, now you have family all over. In the circle of the Adepti, all the way to the ruling Qixing. He couldn't help was chuckle at how you wave to everyone in the harbor now, smiling and saying "Hello!".

How he smiles when your friends greet you and hug you, even when you show Qiqi your books and remind her you all are best friends. Madam Ping when she holds your hand as you dance in the harbor and get groceries.

And of course, he relishes how when you visit Qingce, you hurriedly run to visit your "Second Granny" Granny Ruoxin. She is more than delighted to hug you and ask you how your days are.

Zhongli accepted the greatest gift he could have now that he was no longer the Geo Archon, and that was you.

You truly were the greatest gift, even from when it was just the two of you, to every night you ate dinner with your family. No matter how busy, a family dinner is every night.

Zhongli was happy, you were his family.

And he was yours too, your Papa.

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(Sorry this took forever!)

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xyilous · 2 years

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very not good mentally so self medicating with the comfort character of the month

didn’t really know how to start this so apologizes if the beginning is weird 💀💀

gn reader, can be platonic or romantic

cw for depression, poor mental health, intrusive thoughts (one mention of eating/food), suicide mention, depression room based off personal experience

if anyone tries to insult people with mental health or say it shouldn’t get that bad, you will be blocked

shit took me like 3 days

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Ding dong!

A loud chime rippled through the house, letting you know someone was at your door. Everything already feels so heavy, there’s no energy left to converse with another being. It took so much will power to pry your exhausted body out of bed, the surround mess and clutter feeling like a mockery of your poor mental state. The steps felt so cold on the way to the front door but weren’t enough to clear the fog, there was a haze throughout the world that made it so hard to think, everything just moved in a blur. Once the doorknob met your palm, you paused for a moment in hopes of somehow willing away whoever chose to ring the doorbell. With a twist the door creeped its way open with a low groan, revealing an old friend, Corey.

There was a mutual bond between the two of you, back when you guys where younger he’d come to your house during the later hours of the night to vent about how his mom is relentless about controlling him. Recollections of the things she’d say were shared early in the morning, up until he had to run back home before she woke up. Some nights you’d share as well, talking about how your brain chose to torture you for the week or how you’ve noticed it’s getting harder to find joy in your favorite hobbies. After the accident, he learned just how debilitating depression can be and tried to be even more gentle with you when he picks up on you getting worse.

It took him a moment to look up from his phone, when he did he jumped a little bit, not expecting to see you since he didn’t hear the door open. He started with a big grin but once he took in your disheveled appearance his face softened, still smiling but with a sorrowful look to his eyes.

“Hey! You’ve not been as cheery lately, I came to check on you.” As he spoke, he turned the screen on his handheld device towards you, showing how your side would be short and flat, a strong contrast compared to your usual tone. Words didn’t come to you as fast as you’d hoped, the only thing you go out was a muttered apology before you drew back a little bit, trying to hide in your doorway.

“No no don’t be!! I was just worried about you, I know you can have your bad moments and I didn’t want you to feel stranded. Can i come in?”

The question made your stomach drop, quickly remembering all the mess that was strewn around your house’s floor and shelves. You felt embarrassed over it, hyper aware of the rotten bowls and plates of food that sat too long, the pile of dirty laundry sitting in the bathroom that was a bit bigger than you’d expect, especially considering showering has been too energy consuming.

“I don’t think you want to, it’s a disaster. Haven’t really been able to pick up and it,, it’s not great.” Corey’s face dropped a little more, slowly processing that you’ve been a bit worse than he thought. Your eyes were avoiding him like the plague, terrified of seeing him draw his face up and scowl at you for being unhygienic, but that was the last thing on his mind. A silence hung in the air, before his voice edged its way through.

“That’s ok, I’ll clean up for you, if it’d make you feel better. Might help to freshen up the place some.” He was calm, caring even. Finally being able to look his way, a welcoming smile taking place on his cheeks. It was nerve wracking, the help was practically needed but you should be able to clean your own house shouldn’t you? At the same time it felt so hard, simply taking a plate to the kitchen took so much effort, even if it was such a small task.

“I don’t know, you shouldn’t have to take care of a grown adult.”

“I don’t have to. I want to. I wouldn’t have offered if it was something I didn’t want to do.” Corey set his hand down on your shoulder, not paying any mind to your filthy shirt. His thumb rubbed on your shoulder, trying to reassure you that he doesn’t mind while not wanting to talk too much and overwhelm you. Once he got you to reluctantly agree, he gently ran his hand down your arm until it met your own and led you inside.

It took him a moment to figure out where he wanted to start, eventually choosing your main bedroom to get the worst of it over and done with. Grabbing a couple garbage bags and a bottle of water for each of you, the two of you made your way back up the flight of stairs.

It felt like ages, you had to fight the urge to turn him around and send him back home multiple times, scared that he’s eventually going to find you as disgusting as a rat in new york. It was scary, in movies or online it’s always the mild symptoms, you never see how bad it gets. And if you dare to show the severity of it? You’ll be shamed off the internet.

Having someone from outside see the chaos festering inside of your living area made you somehow feel even smaller, you practically folded in on yourself to try and hide in your own arms. It was humiliating, even if you knew Corey understood you could feel him get grossed out the more and more you stood there.

“Would you mind sitting in the chair for a bit? I’m gonna switch out your sheets and pop your blankets and pillowcases in the washer. I’ll take these dishes down there while I’m at it.” If he was grossed out he did his best to make it obvious. Some of those said dishes had unfinished food fusing to them, they weren’t meant to sit for so long but every time you told yourself you were gonna take them down there they’d sit for another day. Corey walked over to your dresser and pulled out a solid colored fitted sheet from the bottom drawer before turning back to your crumb coated bed. The old sheet came off with ease, the second one effortlessly replacing it.

“I’m sorry there’s so much, you really don’t have to do all this-“ He stood up from adjusting the final corner, ditching the grimey sheet into a slightly over flowing laundry basket in the room. The rest of the bedding was already in there, as well as whatever clothes sat in the floor.

“I insisted. I’m not gonna tell you I’ll clean just to make you do it.” Sympathetic eyes met your face, really taking in just how tired you look. Darkened eyes with matching bags underneath, knotted hair lazily splayed across your face, you look absolutely exhausted, and felt twice as bad. You shouldn’t be so drained, you’ve done nothing worth being drained, but you can’t help it no matter how hard you try. It’s always a battle in your head, but there’s times like these where all you can do is let the enemy attack because you’ve gotten so tired of fending it off. A barely noticeable frown was on his face as Corey took your appearance in, he felt bad that it got so bad and he didn’t step in sooner. In all honesty he wanted to, but he also wanted to give you any needed space. Growing up he never got the love he needed, after the accident with Jeremy he needed even more but never got it, in turn all he wants is to comfort and help other people so they maybe don’t feel as helpless as he did. He wants people to get the care the need, whether it’s a clean house or someone to simply be there. Another silence settled between the two of you, just a small moment to take what’s happening in. A growl coming from your stomach broke both of you out of your own heads, prompting Corey to open his mouth again.

“Have you eaten today?” You haven’t, it’s nearly 3 and you haven’t had a single thing to eat, not much to drink either (apart from a couple sips from the water Corey grabbed).

“I don’t think I have actually.” Although your stomach practically roared, no appetite was there. Sure you could eat, but you didn’t bother feeding yourself since you just didn’t feel hungry.

“Is there anything you want in particular? I can make anything that you ask for!! Can even order from a restaurant, I’ll pay.” Patient as ever, he stood there and listened intently to what you felt like you could stomach, making a mental note to get a little extra since you probably haven’t eaten much proper food lately. To kill some time, Corey disposed of bits of garbage in one of the bags he brought up and took the laundry and old dishes downstairs and to their respective areas. The crusty blankets were tossed into the washer so they’d be done as fast as possible and you could get to a clean bed. It didn’t take long for lunch to arrive, before making his way back up the steps he quickly thanked the delivery man and snagged the fast food. Probably not the most ideal meal, but it’s better than a single package of crackers.

Eating went by a lot easier with him, he acted a little goofier than usual and talked your head off, anything to keep your attention away from the misery that danced around in your head. Even going as far as acting out stories to make you laugh, he’d throw his arms out wide and puff his chest out to make him appear like some brave hero, he wanted you to feel better and was willing to be a complete fool to accomplish it. It was endearing to know someone cared that much for you. By the time his story was over, your food was gone apart from a couple fries. To an outsider that wouldn’t be abnormal, but as of late eating has been so taxing, it felt like 100 pound weights were strapped to your wrists and prevented you from taking more than a couple bites. Corey noticed as well, a proud look on his face as you ditched your wrappers into the garbage bag. He started picking up again as he finished off the last bites of his burger, since most of the bigger pieces of trash were disposed of he made his way into the hallway to fetch the vacuum from the storage closet.

“You wanna step out before I start this? I know that the sound can be a bit much.” The question wasn’t expected, it’s such a mundane task that people usually get upset if you show any discomfort for it, but he was concerned about something as simple as a loud noise making you uncomfortable.

“I think I’ll be ok, but thanks for asking.” Your words came out softer than you expected, almost airy. Receiving help feels so foreign, you tried to avoid accepting offers due to it feeling like a chore or burden to them, there’s been times where they would pity or even shame you for letting it get so bad. You didn’t mean to, you did your best but so often your best simply wasn’t enough.

Stepping on the pedal, the vacuum roared to life and Corey immediately got to getting little bits and pieces out of the floor. Slightly rushed, but still thorough to be sure all the crumbs are gone. Your hands covered your ears as your legs got pulled to your chest and out of the floor to allow him access under the chair. When the main floor was cleared, he adjusted the settings until the smaller tube on the side started started sucking as he kneeled to get along the edge of your bed frame. By the time everything was said and done, the washer dinged downstairs, signaling your bedding is now clean. The chime made you jump a little, both of you nearly forgetting Corey even started it. Grabbing the handle of the vacuum, he let you know he was going to switch your blankets to the dryer before he trekked down to the laundry room. In the short time he was gone, your thoughts turned sour. He said he wanted to help and he looked like he meant it, but what if it’s because he pitied you? What if he didn’t want to be around someone who would make his reputation even worse?? You wasted his money on food too, you didn’t need that. He was here because he knew you couldn’t even take care of your self. Yeah, that’s it. He didn’t want to be around a slob so he wanted to fix it-

“Are you alright??” You got so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice that he returned. All you could muster up was a half assed hum, hardly acknowledging that Corey anything. His worry was incredibly evident on his face, his eyebrows were twisted upwards with his lips ever so slightly agape. Not even 5 minutes passed while he was gone, but you looked so lifeless by the time he walked back through the doorway. Even after the initial shock wore off, concern was still etched into his features, it was the first time he’s seen you in weeks and now you look like an empty husk of your happy self.

Corey strode over to you carefully, as if you were a scared animal about to bolt, just to scoop you into his arms. It was tighter than either of you expected, one arm was wrapped around your back while the other’s hand held your head close to his warm chest. All of him enveloped you and held on as if you were going to fade away at any moment, even his head was pressed against your own, anything to keep you grounded.

It was startling, every part of you froze in place. Part of your mind screamed at you to pry your way out of his grip while the other side begged you to take as much as you could, to accept the comfort you so desperately sought after. Your arms moved slowly at first, so slow you weren’t sure you were even moving, creeping their way up his well worn sweater. When your body fully caught up to what was happening, you couldn’t stop your fingers from clawing at the the knot fabric and holding on for dear life. Everything was so much, your face starting to burn as your eyes began to water. This isn’t real, it can’t be, it’s not right. You’ve done nothing to deserve this but you want it so badly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His words were hushed, barely audible, if he wasn’t so close you wouldn’t have heard them. Mixed emotions laced his voice, sorrow and sympathy with a bit of fear laced in, he was overwhelmed with anxiety over your well-being and seeing you somehow drop even more made him get panic. Depression can be devastating, it’s claimed countless lives of people who just couldn’t fight it anymore, he didn’t want to hear about your untimely death in the news.

Your entire body tensed at the question, your brain froze up and refused to conjure up any form of a reply, not even a small noise to let him know you heard him. Fat tears stung your eyes, it was all so intense and so sudden that all you could do was stand there as they slipped down your cheeks. Both of you had a small shake to each of your hands, yours only getting worse as you clung to his shirt tighter and tighter. It hurt, beyond the lump in your throat and the growing headache you couldn’t fathom someone genuinely caring so much to ignore your unclean state and just hold you. No comments about your greasy skin or your week old sweatpants, no insults about how you can’t take care of yourself or let it get so bad. Corey was simply there for you, no strings attached.

Minutes passed, neither of you made an effort to move away until your shaking subdued and you stopped sniffling. He was the one to move back, just enough to have room to properly look at your flushed face, to ask about doing something to make you feel better.

“How about a movie? Since your stuff is still in the dryer we can crash downstairs. Your pick, it can even be horror if that’s what you want.” You’ve seen plenty of shows and series since you started losing interest in anything else, but it would be nice to watch something with someone.

“I’m so gross right now though. I’ve not showered in like a week, wouldn’t you want to wait a bit?” Avoiding eye contact for yet another time today, you admitted that you’ve not been keeping up with hygiene. You felt disgusting over it, it’s not like you meant to let it go but it was just so hard to find the energy to take the time to clean yourself.

“It doesn’t bother me, I know you didn’t do it on purpose. I’m willing to wait a little bit if you want to shower though.” You almost immediately decided to shower, wanting to get clean as soon as possible, especially after hugging him. Somehow you didn’t leave a grease stain on his sweater, as thankful as you are.

It took a little longer for you to shower, wanting to take a little extra time to ensure you cleaned the old grime off of your skin, by the time you finished it was nearing sunset, curse the fall for looking so beautiful yet cutting your days so short.

Corey was waiting downstairs with the throw blanket tugged from the back of the couch, a big bowl of fresh buttery popcorn sitting in his lap. The whole scene felt so inviting, the controller for the gaming console was resting in his hands, a glance to the tv screen showing that he’s already started exploring some streaming app. When he took notice of your presence, he held up one end of the blanket to welcome you next to him, making sure you both had ample cover. Somehow he broke through his awkwardness to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even just for a few hours. As clingy as mental illness could be, he managed to chip as much as he could from you with a limited skill set. It was agony watching someone he’s so close to struggle to keep themselves alive, as long as he could ease that burden he was going to try. In a sense he admired your ability to keep going, especially considering that your brain is trying with all it’s might to get you to cave in, he looked up to your strength for carrying on even with people looking down their noses at you.

After shuffling through through more categories and apps than you wanted to, you ended up settling on a somewhat outdated slasher film, it was an early 2000s remake that was trying so hard to be edgy that it ended up being a bit goofy, wasn’t the best but it was something to laugh at. As it passed you relaxed a bit, eventually readjusting to where you were wore or less splayed across Corey’s legs, he didn’t seem to mind, even holding up the blanket to keep you from getting yourself too tangled. Though slightly uncomfortable considering bones, it was nice to be able to just relax. Even if most of your time was spent wallowing around in your own dead skin cells, there was always that guilt following you around over not doing anything. This was different, that said guilt wasn’t screaming in your ears and telling you the worst things. It was quiet, you could listen to the movie and Corey’s quirky little rambles, there wasn’t near as much fog clouding all of your thoughts and it just felt so peaceful.

Eventually the film ended, another quickly coming on right after, but it wasn’t as easy to pay attention. Questions danced around in your head, it felt awkward to ask but you needed to know.

“Why did you help me? Wouldn’t have been better if you just,, did something else? Like go to a park or to some restaurant.” When there wasn’t an immediate response you tensed, immediately thinking you made a mistake and should’ve already been fine with what happened, but before you could tell him to ignore it he gave you what you wanted.

“Well, I was worried about you. And when I saw that you weren’t doing too hot I decided to help. I’ve known you for ages, if you broke your arm I wouldn’t just abandon you with it.”

“But I didn’t break my arm, a broken arm feels serious and is something that very obviously needs help.” By now you’ve turned to where you’re facing him halfway, the movie completely forgotten. Corey looked a bit confused, taking another moment to think out his words carefully before just spewing out something that you’ve already heard.

“Think about it this way, if you had a cold, runny nose and all, I still wouldn’t leave you to deal with it by yourself. Sure, you’re fully capable of recovering by yourself, but I’m not just gonna take your word for it and let you handle it the hard way. I can get your medicine for you and make you food that’ll help you recover.” As he spoke he rubbed your back reassuringly, trying to get you to understand.

“You’re sick, regardless of if you have or don’t have symptoms like a cough or upset stomach. You deserve help, even if it’s in your head.”

That’s new. Usually people bombard you with remarks about how it’s all in your head and that you’re making it up, either that or they’ll make it a huge over exaggerated sob story about how it’s so horrible. Yes, without a doubt it’s awful but the dramatization of it makes it feel like you’re feeding into it too much. You never hear it just be accepted like any other issue, especially if it’s treated like a genuine illness, even if it’s in the name. Growing up your mental illnesses were constantly dismissed, you were always written off as attention seeking or lazy, now that someone took it seriously you’re rendered speechless. You probably look like an ass, you’ve yet to respond, instead delving into your head to try and process what you’ve heard.

“Are you alright?” Those are the same words he asked you hours ago, this time lacking their frantic tone. You didn’t feel as frozen, just nodding as you continue to replay the words in your head, making sure that’s what he said.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t much, but it was all you could mutter out. Corey was appreciated, of course he was, but you didn’t know how to articulate what you were thinking. A sliver of you doubted him, fearing that he heard it in some video and he’s just repeating it, but you know him, you know how he is and you know that moments like these are genuine, even if his words were up-cycled movie quotes.

“Of course, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Okay mind reader.

“I care about you, I really do. Please, if it ever gets that bad again, call me, yeah? You don’t even have to, just get ahold of me somehow. I’m not going to let you just wither away on me.” Pulling you back down to him, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug yet again, using the grip to punctuate his words.

“I’ll try to, no promises though.” That was all he needed, anything close to a yes would work for him. Even if the way you spoke showed your tiredness, you still had a resemblance of a grin on your cheeks to show your sincerity.

“When this wraps up I’ll make your bed and spend the night, how’s that sound?”

“If you insist, I won’t complain.”

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#slashers #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x male reader #corey cunningham x you #corey cunningham #corey halloween ends #halloween movie #halloween #halloween ends #horror #horror movies

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darthjader2005 · 3 months

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Happy Valentines Day (Cloud Strife x Female Reader)

"So, what are you and Cloud gonna do for tomorrow?", Tifa asked as she cleaned the bar, well, as much as she could since my head was down on the bar.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?", I ask.

"Valentines Day, wait, you forgot?!", Tifa laughed.

"No! I just... haven't thought about it much...", I say.

"You forgot.", Tifa corrected.

"Yes...", I sigh.

"Do you think Cloud forgot too?", Tifa wondered.

"Maybe. He does have a lot of stuff going on.", I say.

"True. But still, the boy could be a little more romantic towards you.", Tifa giggled.

"I don't mind. I'm not a very romantic person myself.", I say.

"Yeah right, if Cloud pulled all that romantic stuff on you, you'd be giggling like a school girl. If you know what I mean.", Tifa said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"*Sigh* You know best...", I smile small.

"Yep, that's for sure.", Tifa laughed, stepping outback leaving me alone in the bar.

The entry doors to the bar open behind me, my curiosity is telling me to look but I just didn't feel like it.

"Hey.", someone said as they hugged me from behind.

"Hey Cloud, how was your deliveries?", I greet, my face brightening up to the presence of him.

"Eh, it was alright. It would be better if you tagged along.", he said before placing a kiss on my neck.

"I'll go on the next round with you. Got any deliveries to make tomorrow?", I ask, laughing a bit.

"No, I'm actually taking the day off tomorrow. I have plans.", he said, resting his head on top of mine.

"Plans? What kind of plans?", I ask, wondering if it has to do with Valentines.

"You'll see.", he chuckles.

"I'm beat though. It's been a long day, let's go home and go to bed.", he says, grabbing my hand.

"Yeah. Geez, look at the time. Its 10:34 (pm). See ya later Tifa!", I say before hollering out to Tifa.

"Okay Y/N! See ya! Bye Cloud!", Tifa hollers from outback. I swear she has a radar, she can tell who's here without even looking.

We head home and crawl into bed. He hugs me close as we drift to sleep.

~The Next Morning~

"Y/N, wake up.", Cloud says softly, gently shaking me awake.

"Huh? What time is it?", I ask, half asleep.

"8:30 (am).", he answered.

"Geez, I slept in more than I usually do.", I say, rubbing my eyes.

"You needed it.", he smiles warmly.

"Yeah, I suppose I did.", I giggle.

"Oh, I uh... got you these. I hope you like them.", he says, handing me a bouquet of roses that he was hiding behind his back.

"Oh, they're beautiful Cloud! Thank you!", I say hugging him.

"Heh, I'm glad you like them.", he smiles.

"I have something to do today. Be ready by 8:00 (pm) sharp. I'll pick you up at 7th Heaven.", he instructs, kissing the top of my head.

"Okay. I suppose your not gonna tell me what you have to do.", I say, smiling.

"Nope, that would ruin the surprise.", he says.

"Well, come here. At least let me give you a real kiss.", I giggle, pulling him in and kiss him on the lips.

"I'll see you later.", he smiles, inches from my face.

"Okay, love you.", I smile.

"Love you too, bye.", he says, going out the door. I lay in bed for a few more minutes, giggling like a school girl. Gosh, Tifa was right... she really does know best haha.

~Timeskip to 8:00 (pm)~

"Aww, he's so romantic. I wonder what he has planned. Do you think it's dirty?", Tifa wondered out loud, causing me to laugh.

"Tifa! I doubt it.", I giggle.

The doors to the bar open.

"You ready?", Cloud asked.

"Yes.", I smile, walking to him.

"See ya Tifa!", I wave to her.

"Have fun you two!", she smiles, winking at me.

I get on his motorcycle behind him, holding onto his waist.

"You good?", he asks.

"Yep.", I say, resting my head on his back as he drives off.

~Timeskip (a small one)~

We arrive at a small clearing, surrounded by trees at the edge. But that's not what caught my eye. It was the sky, it's so beautiful. Like a cosmic world you could get lost in.

Cloud grabs blankets from the back of his motorcycle, as there is a bit of a chill in the air. It is February after all.

"So, what do you think?", he asks.

"It's beautiful! I love it!", I marvel at the sky above.

"More beautiful than the roses?", he smiles.

"Yes!", I say hugging him.

He lays a blanket on the ground for us to lay on. Then he puts the other blanket around us as we cuddled together. Watching the sky.

"I had to time this right. I was kinda worried the weather was gonna fail me by covering this with clouds, but it turned out perfect.", he states.

"It is perfect, but it wouldn't be perfect without you. I love you Cloud.", I say.

"Same, I love you too Y/N.", he says, kissing me.

"Happy Valentines Day.", he smiles.

"Tifa suggested yesterday that you forgot.", I giggle.

"How could I, she's been on my ass for the past week.", he chuckles.

"That's okay, I'm not gonna lie, I forgot.", I laugh.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean we only can do this on Valentines Day. I suppose I could be a bit more romantic.", he chuckles.

"Just a bit though, I don't want you getting to soft on me.", I laugh.

"Right.", he kisses me again.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #valentines day #love #aww #so cute

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cryopathiic-a · 5 months

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To say that Inosuke's blood was boiling was quite the understatement. He seemed ready to explode as he sat in his chair, wrists virtually glued to the armrests as the lady before him painted his freshly cleaned nails into a deep, blood-red color.

Oh, he should have knowns this was a trap when rainbow-eyes promised to treat him later. He should never have walked past those doors.

The incessant cackle of voices was nothing short of insufferable. Honey, did you know? No, she didn't, and Douma was probably about to tell her. And I was like, "no waaaaaay!" Yes way, moron.

Inosuke rolled his eyes as slowly as he could manage. What was stopping him from breaking these lady's fingers, breaking out of this place, and setting fire to the entire mall?

"Uncurl those little fingers, young man." The lady told him off in a stern voice, inbetween two giggles at whatever delightful tale the blond young man was telling. Inosuke bit so hard into his lip that he drew blood.

Something prickled at the back of his head. The man was looking at him. As Inosuke allowed the words to reach his ears again, what little he caught immediately sent his rage off the meters. Something about the boars. The mud, the dirt, the benevolence one had to have to reach out to such a dirty hand, and offer it the roof it had always sought.

There was a shriek as Inosuke ripped his hand free and grabbed the vial of nail polish. The liquid spilled from its container as Inosuke chucked the bottle right at Douma, very much hoping that it would not only land right in his stupid face, but also stain his stupid clothes – and with some luck, spill into his stupid mouth as well.

He still remembers her eyes.

Big, doe-like, filled with wonder. Their color; a deep green like forest trees with veins of emerald and glimmering gold; the sort of thing you can only find on ancient temple statues and be humbled before the beauty that can come from mere earthly rocks. Thick lashes laden with tears. Her dillated pupils had harbored his reflection, her lips, soft and puffy, had donned that final gasp so delicately. And then—

Every tme he looks at that child serves as a reminder of that night.

Dōma tends to avoid it. His days are flooded with activities that leave little space for mulling over several themes in his life; and more often than not, the menace in his custody gets dragged along for the ride. The smile stretches further on his visage, facing his appointed nail lady with near unblinking elation. Eternal Paradise has several business fronts. This salon is just one of many. And Mei-Mei here, she has known Dōma since he was about Inosuke's age.

❝ She was absurd about it, Auntie. ❞ As most of the older women in the Family were often referred to. ❝ We aren't even together and she expects a full report of my day and night? It reads a little toxic, in my opinion. ❞

" She is insecure, being next to a man like you. But that's nothing new, for a woman. Men like to be mothered and some women pick up on that and think it applies to everyone. You don't need this kind of energy in your life, honey, take it from me. Right now... " She nods towards Inosuke. " — you should be focusing on stability. I've been married seven years and I know first hand what it takes to raise a child. You need a partner that can show up, not add more fuss to your life. " The 'Auntie' comments nonchalantly, whilst glossing over his pinky. It is held up in her hardened grip, confessing to a lifetime of toil. Dōma's flawless skin is a stark juxtaposition; as is the blase look he wears whilst browsing through his Instagram feed.

❝ Mhm. ❞ Nonchalantly, prismatic eyes traverse the room for the one in question. Inosuke is seething on the manicure chair, just as Auntie's colleague, another girl from the cult that was offered a job here, tries to reason with the kid. A huff slips through Dōma's teeth. The woman lowers her voice, leaning a bit closer over the manicure table.

"How is it going, with the little one? " Dōma purses his lips.

❝ Ah... there's been some challenges. He has learned so many misconceptions, out there with the boars and whatnot— but it's a slow pro-- ❞

Hushed words cut with the abrupt movement from somewhere in the room. The girl lets out a squeak when something is flung across in the Dōma's direction; it's cool and thick when it connects. A spritz of red paints the counter and drips down his chin onto his silk shirt. The fabric stains crimson. Dōma's eyelids flicker in effort to push a droplet out.

"Good gracious heavens!" 'Auntie' exclaims. She turns harshly towards the girl that sits stunted on her knees. "Well don't just stare like that, go, fetch towels!" What other clients were present in the background are roused; coming to Dōma's aid. Within a couple of labored blinks he is surrounded by warm towels, wipes and a glass of water — as if the entire ordeal would have shocked his throat dry. But the man merely looks down, demurely tapping at the fresh stain in his lap. He reaches for the bottle, but someone gets it for him first, with the expected word of reassurance.

Don't worry about it. How can I help?

I'm so sorry! Would you like me to rub it clean?

Oh, what a disaster! Lord Founder, I can wash your shirt for you!

Is there something you need? What can I get you?

They flock to him; drawn into the humility of such a measured reaction. The most appropriate one, some might say, when dealing with a problem child. 'Auntie' spares Inosuke a scolding word in the meantime; something about messing up her salon. Only then does Dōma seem to perk up — quick to brush past the people crowding his seat and interject.

❝ I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, 'Auntie', I will send someone to clean up this mess, okay? I apologize for the mess and the inconvenience. But I think we should just go. Inosuke, where is your coat— ❞ He begins to shuffle about, knowing well the child most likely would reject putting it on in either case.

"Don't apologize-- are you sure you don't need us to drop you off somewhere--"

❝ No, that's fine.It's fine. I'll just call Nara to come pick us up. ❞

And that he would. Without a second look towards the child. Without so much as a scoff.

#𝚅 𝟷𝟶. ⟅ an earlier heaven ⟆#whirling fangs #for ment.#arrachnes #♛ ¦ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇꜱ༺ answered #(( YOU ARE GETTING THE SILENT TREATMENT YOUNG MAN ))

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arpiniko · 8 months

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just venting a bit bear with me or just scroll over

not me being so completly overwhelmed with work and preparing for new college (gods i start tomorrow. i'm kinda panicking)

i'm finally going after 5years of trying to fine art college. so i'm kinda stressed. its not my first college but it kinda feels different in premise. so i'm so stressed. but i try to calm down. i cant even concentrate on my work atm. yes i write this at work. when i should be doing some other stuff.

and the fact that my roomate (the third one) is absolutely still useless. and so stupid.

and i had to clean whole flat myself today before work. even tho i worked today since 13. i had to wake up at 6am to clean it all. and i mean deep CLEAN

my hands are so worn out from all the chemicals over htis month. back when the aforementioned roomie fucked up big time and while me and other roomie were away she didnt throw out the trash and we had bugs. i had to clean kitchen fully like every day untill they were completly gone.

and her inviting her friends. and not cleaning after. i know i should have made her to clean. but i'm only starting to learn to be assertive or even aggresive. and also i hate her for not cleaning after herself. and in the common space. i need to have clean counter. or knoves or pots or whatever to eat. and she just. leaves everything dirty. sticky. yucky. and she cant even cook well.

and at work. the cleaning lady that work here are on veeeeeery long break rn and i have to clean there too.

hah. even last sat i went to work on short notice bc there were two parties taking place and i was like oh ok. i know a lot of stuff happeing. so i will prolly just keep the reception desk and the rest will take care of clients. so i wore my good vampiric shirt and all to look ok. did i sit by reception desk?

no. i got apron. and was peeling almost 10kg of potats. preparing food. and doing over 40 schabowe. i was supposed to look nice and click stuff on pc. not work in kitchen. my hands are starting to look like my grandma's

and today. again. cleaning the apartment since i woke up. went to work. and then turns out i have to clean here too. i'm so tired of cleaning.

today just grabbing a jar of cottage cheese my skin was cut open and bled quite a bit.

and also bc of college i will have so little time now. so little i have only 3 days of work this month. total. its .... i will get so little money this month.... i'm kinda scared.

tomorrow will be so difficult for me... bc its also my problem with remembering faces and new ppl. i only now am starting to remember my work colleagues. i've been working here for few months now. and yet i still have problems. and another ppl at asp will be soo... so so so stressful

#vent

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elisedonut · 9 months

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very curious about your bill / percy fic :o

OK! So!

that is my Rarepair Fest fic this was the prompt i nabbed

I decided to go with like a timeline based one you know where you just have events from different dates all in order? so its more going to be a bunch of scenes strung together ngl (well that's just a story but still)

anyway i have two of the parts written so far one that takes place a couple days into the Egypt trip from poa and one from the time Bill was tutoring Fleur but before they get together The egypt one so far is almost entirely my wack attempt at smut or well voyeuristic smut. Though i kinda want to add another moment around that time to more develop? i guess Bill's feelings for him but idk yet!

The Fleur part is mostly them talking though and set up for Fleurs feelings and their eventual relationship

I do have another smuttyish scene id like to try to write after Bill gets attacked because i like the idea of Bill's senses and feelings being heightened so i like the idea of despite it being over a year since he left Percy bed/room still smelling like him to Bill's stronger senses also where i want Fleur to make it clear she's known the whole time or something because i Like the idea of her encouraging him to go for it and it ending in a bit of a Fleur/Bill/Percy fic.

And then one for after the wars over thats still very blurry in my mind.

Fic snippet under cut!

Fleur giggles softly before replying, “You must love him very much.”

“Of course I do. He’s one of my little brothers. He’s family.” Bill says plainly as he turns to look at her.

“Well, yes but you talk about him far more than anyone else I must say. I feel like out of all of them I know far more about him than I know of any of the others.” Fleur says simply looking at Bill like she was looking for something, not seeming to find whatever it was though she continues, “I did meet him briefly at the tournament you know? He seemed very sweet. It was nice knowing someone else who thought the second trial was just ridiculous. There's nothing wrong with him being your favourite.”

Bill sputtered for a second before cleaning his throat and trying to appear nonchalant. “You should never pick favourites when it comes to family you know?” He responded but judging by the look Fleur throws his way he isn't sure of how convincing it was.

“Of course, of course.” Fleur responded with a smirk before leaning in close to him and whispering, ”Don’t you worry I'll keep your dirty little secret then, yes?” Bill knows his face is bright red now but hopefully she’ll just assume it’s how close she is to him and won’t question it. Opting to roll his eyes in an attempt at normalcy he tries to urge her back to a more typical safe conversation. The last thing Bill needs is for anyone, let alone someone he’s starting to find himself interested in to figure out just how much a favourite Percy really is for him. He’s going to have to be more careful and try to watch what he says to her he had become far too comfortable.

#tw: incest #percy weasley

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looniecartooni · 1 year

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Been getting back into Little Shop of Horrors lately. Although- I just saw the 1960 original movie and I’ve gotta say...

I kind of feel like the play did Audrey dirty. I mean- I can understand trying to make her more of a prominent character and why certain parts of the movie were switched around for the stage play (Seymour’s mom was a weird character. She was a little funny in her own right, but really felt out of place). Audrey did lack a bit of character and personality aside from being a sweet girl, but she at least had a bit of standards.

In the movie, she was weirded out by Seymour’s mom’s weird food items and didn’t like when “Seymour” started acting strange and demanding all of a sudden. Poor Audrey in the stage play gets abused by the sadistic dentist who had a rather minor role in the movie, but seriously got dialed up in the musical. And when confronted with the idea that she was dying- she was seriously way too willing to be sacrificed to the thing that tried to kill her and many others while in the movie, she well... lives.

I can understand wanting to give her more of a personality and more of a role to relate and sympathize with so that Seymour gets the girl in the end (which happens in only the 1988 movie version for sequel purposes and because the 1988 test audience didn’t like the dark ending clashing with the film’s rather cartoony silly vibe). But still- Audrey feels robbed of being at least having slightly more standards.

And there was one scene where she was seemingly on a date with Mushnik (which felt out of place too so I can kind of see why that was switched out) while the dentist and her are never seen together. I can get trying to make skid row seem like a much more awful place than the movie made it and giving the dentist a bigger role to where is death almost seems to be rooted for, but making him Audrey’s abusive boyfriend instead of being someone like Mushnik who almost left without paying the check... well it makes sense for theater since its dramatic and again makes Seymour feel like he’s the hero, but then it also makes Audrey suffer in more ways than one.

I’m not saying she needed to be like a hero with no man’s help or entirely a lousy character for being a woeful girl that just dreams of a better life outside of her awful town and abusive relationship. I’m just saying compared to the source material, she feels a bit reduced from what she was before. And in turn, in the musical it makes Seymour almost feel like a “nice guy” who is clearly the better option Audrey wants- duh! Seymour's given lines like “I don’t like that guy, Mr. Mushnik. Especially how he treats Audrey. She deserves a prince” and “Wipe off your make up, let me see your clean face”. And then in turn Audrey basically says, “Oh sure, I’ll die in a plant for you if it means you’ll continue living good. Even if you did kill my ex boyfriend and our ex-boss.” 1960 Audrey at least was kind of willing to ask, “Why are you acting this way, Seymour? I don’t get what’s come over you. At least sort it out before you go out with me again.”

Now granted- the 1960 film, the musical, and the 1988 adaptation are all extremely good with a couple questionable things here and there for good reason and a lot of funny jokes. Each has their own unique way of telling their story and they tell it well. The musical was aiming to tell a Faust like story in a time when female love interests usually were displayed in a certain way so that the main male love interest can kind of be seen as the better option. And obviously on the stage, it needs to be dramatic. 1960 Audrey wasn’t a feminist icon or anything and there wasn’t a lot to her. The only thing we really knew she wanted was Seymour because he was sweet and Seymour did things like name a plant after her. I’m not even sure why Mushnik and Audrey went out on a fancy dinner together- neither really expressed interest in one another aside from maybe extending Mushnik’s flower business. But Audrey seemed less... ditzy in the 1960′s version which isn’t always common for 1960′s movies and Seymour wasn’t really given motives to kill (which did make kind of silly things happen that were understandably turned around- like Seymour getting hypnotized by Audrey Jr. and pursued by a seriously persistent hooker).

Well- long essay short, I can see why certain parts of the 1960 version was changed around for the play, but that in turn may’ve made Audrey’s character feel robbed of what standards she had. But the play version also shows a girl so broke down by the abuse she went through that she thinks in her perhaps dying moments, sacrificing herself to her new love interest means she’s giving him and herself serenity. Just a part of me wishes that there was at least able to be a blend between the original Audrey and the musical Audrey so she’d at least seem slightly less passive.

I’m also not saying that Seymour was a hero by any means either. The decision to make Audrey II play on his desires makes for a slightly more interesting take than a hungry plant that eats bodies Seymour accidentally killed. Audrey was one of his greatest desires and him feeling like he was somehow just in his attempt to kill Orin (rather than somehow accidently stab him in a silly duel- the 1960 movie relied heavily on comedy more than deep motives like the musical). But in making Audrey more damsel-in-distress kind of, we also end up getting a more pick me/ nice guy Seymour rather than the 1960 sorta clueless Seymour that just really likes Audrey and that Audrey supported. Of course, Seymour needs sympathy as well and at least some form of seemingly noble intentions when being the protagonist that wants the girl, but having Audrey being too willing to die for him when movie Audrey is willing to walk out on him (granted a little unfairly because it was Audrey Jr. who kept being “weird”) and asking he’d get his act together while asking why he won’t explain himself at least gave her at least some form of grit in the situation.

Perhaps it only makes sense in context of the movie rather than the play, but I stand my ground... Audrey I deserved better.

#little shop of horrors #essay #arguement #movies #musicals #audrey ii #I wrote another essay- dang it #I feel Audrey deserved better

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plaindangan · 1 year

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Kirumi receives a call from Harmony, she is worried about Kaede. Since Harmony has been busy on business she hasn’t had time to check on the little prodigy, and she’s worried Kaede hasn’t been taking care of herself and focusing too much on piano. Harmony wants to hire the Maid to whip Kaede into shape if she needs it

Kirumi heads over to check on Kaede… only to find her mother is completely right. Kaede has been neglecting her needs for piano, and now the dirty chubby girl has developed quite the monster ass. Kirumommy has no choice, she needs to whip (and fuck) this prodigy’s ass into shape again!

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

Now, when Kirumi got the request from Harmony, she thought this this was a bit of an overreaction. While, yes she hadn't heard from Kaede in a while, surely what's going on with her couldn't be that b-

Holy-!!

Okay, so maybe Harmony's fears were justified. Kaede's house was an utter wreck with clothes, dirty dishes and other assortment of items sprawled about everywhere. As for the pianist herself? Currently she was dozing off, in a stained pink crop top and black short mind you (Kirumi will get back to that soon), right there on her grand piano. Now, Kaede was already a curvy woman, though it appears her time focusing on just her music had put her slightly more on the chubby side......

With her ass being the most blatant display of it. Even as she sat, it still stuck out out like crazy with it being crazy large, no doubt from those bad habits piling up.

"...I have my work cut out for me..." Kirumi muttered as she approached Kaede.

"Zzz...h-hmm?" Yawning, Kaede creaked open a sleepy eye, though upon seeing the maid, she gave a small smile. "H-heeeey, Kirumi, what's up?....H-huh?"

Staring down at her wit ha stern gaze was the maid. Slowly, Kirumi reached behind back and pulled out quite the wicked looking cane, tapping it on her hand.

"...Uh oh."

SMACK!!

"Faster! Faster! That floor isn't going to mop itself!"

"Owwwww!! Okay, okaaay!!!" Pouting, Kaede (who was noticeably stripped of her clothing) mopped the floor vigorously. Her butt rippled from the smack and from just a casual glance, anyone could see that Kirumi had really went to town on her giga butt, making it bright red for every time Kaede was caught 'slipping up'.

"Ugh, it wasn't that bad! Can't I take a br-owwwww!!!"

"You'll get your break once I see some true progress. I have some special for you if a good job has been made."

"Special? What kind of spec...ial....ah..." Kaede hard turned away to face Kirumi. Thus, she got a full look at she was packing. As it turns out, a cane wasn't the only 'stick' Kirumi had tucked away. A long, quite erect, 'stick' was straining against her dress...and Kaede could see how it twitched how it wanted to be inside of her!

So this was the reward, eh?~

"A-aaaah...g-good...we'll be back....here tomorrow to finish off the rest of your house. Is that understood?"

"C-coooock...."

"...I'll take that as a yes." Kirumi sighed. It was somewhat unbecoming of her nature, but she couldn't help it. As soon as Kaede was done mopping, she wasted no time in dragging draping the woman over the couch and plunging right into her. Thrusting her long, meaty, fuckrod into those doughy buns was something she just had to do!~ She didn't care if this place got messy again, an ass needed to be fucked silly and this maid was going to do it to perfection!~

Well...maybe too much perfection. Even after Kirumi was done and cleaning up herself, Kaede remained on the couch with a dopey look on her face. Rump covered all over with the maid's warm, gooey, cum. Looking as if she had no regrets in life.

After all, if being a bit messy got her dick this good, then maybe she being lazy has its uses. Every now and again, she means!~

#DRtojo-R18 #DRakamatasu-R18 #dranon asks

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noctumbra · 3 years

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summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”

pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love

a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity.

You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.

Sometimes you scented each other, too.

His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.

Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.

So, you kept it to yourself.

Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.

You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.

Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.

You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.

It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.

“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.

ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.

Well, you thought and sighed.

“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.

how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn

i think i’m chickening out

You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.

no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.

i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up

“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”

why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?

she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.

“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”

well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic

hell no

The three dots appeared again.

so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?

i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still

You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.

you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.

Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.

You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.

God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.

“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.

──

The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.

You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.

That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.

“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”

“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.

“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.

“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.

“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─

His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.

With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.

It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.

“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.

Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”

“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.

“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.

“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”

Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.

“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.

“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.

“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”

“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.

The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.

“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.

You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.

Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”

Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.

“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.

“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.

“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.

You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.

“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.

“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.

It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.

“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.

You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.

It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.

You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.

Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.

His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.

“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.

“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.

“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.

Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”

“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.

Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.

“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.

“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─

“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.

If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.

His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.

“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.

Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.

“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.

“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.

“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.

“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.

“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.

Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.

It felt magnificent.

“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.

Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.

“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.

You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.

“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.

With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.

“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.

Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─

“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”

Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.

“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.

“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.

“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.

After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.

“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.

“Who? About what?”

“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.

“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”

You froze.

“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.

“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.

“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.

“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.

“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.

“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.

“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss.

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satisfy

nsfw!!! albedo x f!reader

sort of breeding kink, needy!reader

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Albedo is busy. Whether he be cooped up in his lab at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters or out conducting research somewhere in Mondstadt, he was always doing something.

This means that more than half of the time he is away from town, and more specifically away from you. Even though you spend as much of your days with him as you can, it’s still disheartening to see an empty desk where he is usually sat at inside his quiet little office.

Despite being in a relationship with him for so long, the weeks that pass without him never get easier.

He knows you get lonely when he’s gone, hears it from the townspeople as soon as he steps foot inside the walls of Mondstadt. How you mope around, looking around like you’re trying to make him appear out of thin air or in hopes that he’d be standing there as if he’d never gone in the first place.

When arriving back after the first time he’d left, Sucrose had lightly pulled him aside before entering his office, letting him know that you’ve stayed in there the whole time he’d been out and refused to leave. It broke his heart a little, walking into the darkened room to see you slumped over his desk with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, staring blankly down at the wooden table in front of you.

For the while after coming home, you follow him around like a lovesick puppy, fingers interlaced with his and eyes looking up at him as if - Kaeya described it this way - “you are the only thing she can see.”

Albedo also noticed that you crave touch a lot more, choosing to sit in his lap rather than beside him and finding any excuse you can to get some sort of skin to skin contact. You had told him one day while nuzzled against his neck that you deserved “extra special attention” to make up for the lost time

The meaning of that verged into two paths, which Albedo - knowing how you get - understood. So he let you cling onto him how you liked and later that day fucked into you a little harder, a little rougher than usual.

Unfortunately, that “extra special attention” you wanted and received from him didn’t satiate you - you needed more.

You made this extremely apparent, because the quiet, calm hours that consisted of hushed whispers of sweet nothings and kisses placed on foreheads morphed into something hungry, with loud cries of pleasure and hot praise that had you shaking apart from beneath him. A lot of your time was spent bouncing on his cock while he reclined back against the seat, half watching you and half into his work.

The way you craved desperately for him was cute to him, although very distracting. He was absolutely happy to do what you needed to make you feel happy and loved, but it was becoming a little bit of a problem when you demanded to cockwarm him for hours on end. Denying you what you wanted would result in begging, you whimpering that you feel too empty without him inside.

Keeping this in mind, he decided to try something a little new.

Your favorite thing was cockwarming, keeping your tight little cunt wrapped around him while he worked, claiming that it’s so good to be filled up all the time. When being fucked, you always went a little heated and brainless when he comes in you - something he picked up recently while watching you fuck yourself on his dick.

A simple idea was forged in his mind with knowing this information, and that leads to you two and your current position.

Albedo’s hips rolling quickly, fluidly into yours, chasing your wet heat while you cried, so close to coming for a fourth time - fourth? Maybe fifth? You weren’t sure, your brain was so fuzzy from the feeling of being repeatedly filled that you couldn’t remember.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been like this either. All thoughts you had turned into mush as soon as Albedo came inside you for the first time and you’ve been gone ever since.

He murmurs praises into your ear, “Good girl, taking it all inside for me.” that make you melt further into where you’re laying.

After a copious amount of times of coming and dumping everything inside you, he places a hand on your lower stomach, below your bellybutton. “You’re so full by now,” his cock slides in again, and you ripple around it.

He pays no mind to the excess cum that he fucks out of you, continuing to set a pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He’s right, you’re so full, both his cock and cum filling you up to the brim.

Yet somehow, neither of you are satisfied. Albedo grips onto your hips and goes harder, leaning down towards your face. “Going to fuck you until I’ve given you every last drop.”

Give you every last drop is exactly what he does. It’s wet, sopping, your wetness along with his cum dripping onto the sheets and making a soaked spot on them that would definitely need to be cleaned later on.

After each load he pulls out of you so he can look at the way it leaks out of you. He does his best to push it back inside with his cock, and attempt to fuck in, as if fucking you hard enough would make it all stay inside.

You take it so well, just like he knew you would. It hurts from the overstimulation and you squirm because of it, tears falling down your cheeks, but you’re trying your best to be good for him while he uses you as his own cum dump.

“Hopefully,” he begins, breathing hard with his thrusts, “you’ll be so full that you’ll leak my come for days.”

His words are dirty and hot and you tense, teetering on the edge. You must clench impossibly tight around him, because it had him coming again, groaning lowly.

Even though he’s released so many times, he’s still coming so much, cock kicking against your walls as he shoots another final amount into you. He grinds slowly, shoving you over the edge in one last orgasm that has you moaning high, back arching and eyes squeezing shut.

Your legs shake and you whimper continuously while attempting to come down from your multiple highs. You grab for Albedo, who smiles warmly at you and falls down against you, petting his hand through your hair.

“You did well,” he praises gently. “Hopefully it’ll help you wait while I’m gone.”

It did help, though you still missed his presence dearly, and became somewhat of a normal occasion. The day before he leaves, he’ll spend hours fucking and filling you until he thinks that its enough to leave you satisfied for your time apart.

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