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peridots-pixiwolf · 11 months

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[Start ID. Four drawings of Hollow Knight ocs, in a dull green tone on a small canvas. Taking up the right half is a render of Caramel, a bee wielding a mantis claw across her shoulder and donning a cape in the colors of the aromantic flag. On the left are three colored sketches: the first at the top shows Caramel with her trio of friends, green-mantled bug Hawksbeard talking with her and gray millipede Molini curled around them both. The caption to the right says "Friends who love her" in all caps. In the center-left is a drawing of a tan and brown slugcat with a vulture mask on her face and a spear on her back, captioned "caramel slugcat, what will she do". Last is a sketch of Caramel and the bee nosk Pollux, who's dressed in an asexual flag of their own, and who has taken Caramel's mask to hold it up to its face. Caramel looks at her cheerfully, arm around her back. End ID.]

[Start ID. A rough drawing of Caramel and Hawksbeard in Rain World. They're now a tan slugcat and green scavenger, respectively, seeming less familiar with each other in the image than they are in canon. Caramel now has two spears on her back, holding another spear in one hand and a pearl in the other. Hawksbeard wears a sash of pearls, and offers a lantern to Caramel, the only thing lighting up the drawing in the dim Shaded Citadel. End ID.]

[Start ID. Another drawing of Caramel and Hawksbeard together, sitting down on a blank, dull green background. A cropped tweet by Caramel's head reads "Why are girls allowed to say girlfriend to refer to a platonic friend, but I can't say 'this is my boytoy twink malewife Hawksbeard'", with a spur indicating she's saying it, and the Hawksbeard part being a write-over. Caramel gestures with one hand in a sort of wave and has her other arm around her friend, while Hawksbeard looks at her in slight concern, simply stating "what". End ID.]

Small doodles of Caramel to commemorate the first-ever aromantic visibility day :]

#peridots-art #caramel hk #hawksbeard hk #molini hk #pollux hk #hk ocs #peridots-ocs #hollow knight #'small' i say as if i didn't spend several days on these regardless #i'm fairly sure i'm aro/spec of some sort so the silliness of these shouldn't outshine my delight at an aro day #unfortunately i'm not sure of much to say! rain world brainrot has started settling in though (oh yknow after. 4 months) if it wasn't clear #i have so many feelings on fp and on arti... right i should probably add that tag #rain world #bugs #slugcat rain world #scavenger rain world #also have a few doodles of molini (iterator + scug versions as well as a head shape guide) but this is a caramel-centric appreciation post #ALSO also i need to update past oc tags to include the source material and i've skipped ahead trying to p-rank 6-2. best is 1:04min/Arank #wanted to add crass+heath but didn't have the time! cara's also alloaro so those two can wait until ace day. or like. later this month #*edit from 12 minutes later: nvm i DID p-rank gabe and had to do a victory dance in the other room. 1:13.099 minutes and 3001 style #last edit hopefully: this is my 100th post tagged with bugs. that's pretty cool

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chocsra · 3 months

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yknow tht chuuyas friend got killed during the dragon head conflicts, right?(source dead apple) yea, wht if reader was one of them. letter fics reader confessing her love to chuuya and him finding it after she died.

"Tainted With Sin, Weakness Comes From Love."

16! Chuuya x implied fem! reader

summary: chuuya finds your letters to him after your death in the dragon head conflict

content: angst, heavy mentions of death, swearing

There, the boy remained victorious.

Others would furrow their brows, feel their heart clench into an impending drop. The utter and impeccable fear of such a small body, a young boy who yearned for nothing but a reason - a purpose, holding such power. He was as if he was sculpted by a passionate artist, a woman who presented herself as a 'mother' - soft orange locks, the ever glow of his skin that never left his face, and a harmonic assortment of features, those features that made him special. A child who was stringed together like a melodic harp by a mother is every child, and that was Nakahara Chuuya. He too, was a child.

At least, he felt like one.

"Chuuya," A tall, ginger woman speaks solemnly, clasping her hands together elegantly, as always. "here - [Y/N]'s stuff." Kouyou passes a large cardboard box to the boy; items like notebooks, pens, photos, and sticky notes. It had only been 14 days after the Dragon Head Conflict, and yet, the world's lost all sense of art: skies have been less blue, birds more or so melodically sing mantras of sorrow, rather than blissful chirps. Maybe it was because of his comrades who died, maybe it's because you were one of them, or maybe, it's his brain using his frustration with the world against him. In this box, consider it pandora's box of humanity - perhaps the sight alone brightened the sky, awakened the birds. You existed, and so, he longs to feel your existence once more. Be it through letters.

Chuuya runs his fingers along a folder of letters you've written. He'll close his eyes and pretend it's your skin - he'll close his eyes and make out each indent of each thought, each question you held for the universe on that paper.

Dear Chuuya,

Happy Birthday! You finally turned 16, loser. You're all over the Port Mafia, you know? Double Black is so goddamn popular I've been approached by people I don't know asking if we're friends. So ahem, here are my birthday wishes for my boy best friend - the only one I share my gossip to that isn't a girl.

You get taller.

You find out what the hell happened before you were 8.

A girl would finally like you or something - rare, I know.

You finally get a dog. PLEASE shut up about it :)

Thank you for being my friend, even though you lose your shit when we play UNO with Albatross. Get good, kid.

Sincerely,

- [Y/N].

The redhead can practically feel himself scoffing, even though it was more like a chuckle, before sealing the letter once again; a small smile tugging on his lips even though he finds himself wiping a bit of tears from his cheeks.

"Why did it have to be you?.." Chuuya chuckles, swallowing thickly to cover the strain of tears spilling out. Crystal tears were never a threat to the boy - once again, such things like a heart doesn't suit him - yet, he finds it ironic. Maybe you had it all along.

The boy, molded by the hands of divinity, stringed together by an otherworldly being, was nothing divine. Nakahara Chuuya reigned from torture, yearned for retribution, and became an artist - one acquired dazzlingly with revenge. He took the vessel of himself he loathed and despised it with his entire being. Arahabaki was no divine being, nor a mother who lovingly caressed and loved with dainty hands. He was a monster, Chuuya was too. But from the rippling shackles he's restrained himself to, there was an angel, sacred and divine, who chided him for his hatred, his sorrows, his regrets. You too, knew how it was like to lose, to betray and be betrayed, and yet, you would never bring those to him again, but it seems once again, you've failed.

You were an angel, his angel, a light in the sky that he never failed to follow. And yet, you too fell from heaven's gate. Chuuya, who has been by your side for years, never dare touch you - Nakahara Chuuya may taint you with his sin, ruin the wings that guide him through the light. But shit, as an artist of revenge - he'll repaint it with regret.

To grow from a child, child of hatred to man of soul, touch will remold him to his feet. Rebuke his despondency. Chuuya regrets, for his only reminder of your skin was your life slipping through his fingers like ash.

To be Chuuya's angel was to lace his hair in between your words.

To be Chuuya's angel meant you were going to be immortalized.

To be Chuuya's angel meant that was only going to happen once he's lost you.

Yet he still flips the page.

Dear Chuuya,

I like you.

I thought love was foolish. A four letter word, and one syllable of absolute bullshit. Love is only a fixation in TV shows and movies. Love is a weakness, and contrary to popular belief - love cannot save you.

But you saved me. Countless of times.

The first being when I botched an assignment miserably. I was about to sacrifice myself before you kicked all the enemies' asses! You even took the blame for me.

The second was when I ate too much during a celebration and you had to bring me home safely.

The third was when you didn't say anything after I farted in a closed elevator.

Maybe you're stronger than love, then. You're Chuuya Nakahara, the strongest ability user in the world. But, even if I fell for you - it's not because of your strength, or protection. I genuinely like you, Nakahara Chuuya, not the strongest ability user, but the boy who sought a past, the boy who longs for a wine collection, the boy who cries watching dog movies, the boy who thinks chokers are a fashion statement.

Don't think because you define yourself as Arahabaki I will too. You're so much more than that.

But eh, who cares anyway, its not like you know how to read or write.

Love,

- [Y/N].

The boy who sought a past, felt himself shatter, because now he actually he had one. A best friend of his memories. An angel only in his dreams. A desire he could only do so much but reminisce. But contradictory to your previous statement, Nakahara Chuuya could read, even write now.

All because you taught him.

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aliaology · 6 months

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NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: somehow, somewhere, cole caulfied gets yn to go to his end of the summer party down in michigan. it works in her favor due to college starting back up. pt.5

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“no fucking way, cole.” you said into the phone, sitting at the island of your brother’s house. the sliding door nearby was open, sending small gusts of wind in, causing you to shrink closer to your body.

“oh come on, please!” cole whined from the phone. cole tried his hardest, but if he tried his hardest, his party would not be held, on the hughes property.

said party will also have jack hughes— and even trevor zegras.

“cole—“ “no come on, y/n, i havent seen you in forever. i get trevor and jack will be there, but just ignore them, please. i miss you and i dont want them to be the reason we can’t hang out.” cole pleaded.

you let out a sigh. “can i bring a plus one?” you ask. you can hear cole whisper a small ‘yes!’ in victory before speaking, “of course, is it gonna be your brother?”

“uh no— i was gonna talk to sab…” you trailed off.

“i dont care who you bring, as long as i get to see you, bells.”

there is was. the nickname you had been given one summer many years ago by cole, that soon everyone in the hughes summer house called you.

he started to call you bells because of how quiet you would walk into a room, he made the joke you needed a bell to stop scaring them. fast forward, he bought you some and forced you to have them around your neck, and the nickname just stuck.

it was almost endearing at this point. not some joke.

“okay” you whispered, bringing a leg up, resting your chest against your knee.

“when is it?” you asked.

“next weekend. so is this a yes?” cole asked excitedly. “i guess so. i better get paid back for this unexpected flight.”

“fuck yeah, i cannot wait to see you, bells.”

“cant wait to see you too..”

you sigh softly, curled in a fetal position on your bed, your white comforter draped over your body. you hated how after a year, you were still hung up on your ex, who was doing way better than you.

he had a girlfriend, your best friend, hockey, he had it all. you shared your music to the world, not as an act of revenge but as a way to pour your heart out and see if people have and are going through the same thing.

you feel lucky to know you have yet to receive a message from jack, or even his girlfriend. that doesn’t mean you havent seen the comments though.

quinn commenting every once in awhile kind of scared you. what was he telling jack? what was he telling trevor? what was he saying about you in general?

but you and quinn had a good relationship, he was practically your third older brother (right behind your actual one, and auston!). you went to him for advice about jack, or to complain about jack.

luke and you also had a good relationship. one that crumbled when you and him had a small argument over your break up with jack, and him ultimately choosing his brother. you didn’t blame him though.

sad fact is, is you believe that all the hughes brothers were your soulmates in some form. quinn and luke were your platonic soulmates. jack was your romantic soulmate, in every possible way. but not anymore,

jack is on your mind constantly. all you see is him everywhere you go. all the time its just him.

you wanted it to stop. jack was practically your roman empire and god you needed to find a new one.

but hey, at least you don’t have to pretend you like acid rock anymore, because god some of his playlists for game days were bad.

but he was happier now, right? with his new girlfriend who definitely dissed you online..

maybe its a good thing, yknow? now that you dont talk..

tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies if u want tags, lmk <3

#hockey #jack hughes #nhl imagine #new jersey #new jersey devils #nhl #nhl hockey #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras #cole caufield

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snapscube · 7 months

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Do you have any advice on starting to do workouts? I keep trying to start working out but I always lose my motivation after about a week :(

im not an expert on long-term motivation tbh, as im only a couple weeks into my routine myself and there’s always a chance i could slip again. but what’s really helped me make it even this far and what i would really recommend to start for u is working on it with a friend! whether that friend is actively joining you OR is just a confidant in which you can give updates and who can kinda support you and HELP keep u motivated and celebrating the little victories!

i’ve already mentioned it before but straight up the only reason i started working out specifically when i did is because i met a new friend and was doing everything i could for a bit to make sure it like, stuck know cause i thought they were rlly cool! so at one point it was brought up that we both had peloton bikes and then it was like omg… how cool would it be to have like, workout buddies. so i almost immediately hyperfixated on making this bike i hadn’t touched in MONTHS and had considered selling work out for me LMAO.

then at that point, and this is my next most important tip for u, it was just a matter of making sure i did at least A LITTLE BIT every day unless i literally didn’t have the time. and when i mean a little bit, i mean to the point where i was starting up 20 minute rides and getting up to maybe 8 of those minutes before i couldn’t do it anymore cause i just was so out of shape and generally exhausted. but the honest truth is that it does get easier. and that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re always gonna be making linear progress! i did my first full 30 minute session the other day and was so excited that i made it through a full class, but yknow what? the day immediately after, i just didn’t have another full one in me. but i still was there, i gave it all that i could give it in that moment, and i still made the decision to try instead of ignoring it. and THAT is the part that gets easier. it starts to become really exciting when you notice it working and improving your mood, your energy, your focus, and that excitement for me made it even easier to want to try.

so just start small. commit to BEING THERE as much as you can, even if you’re not giving 200% of your stamina right out the gate. you are there for YOU, and no one else, so make it work for you. do little things until you’re excited to do bigger things, and then if you go too hard, come back down for a bit. but still be there.

#penny pedals

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sovasleepy · 19 days

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beauty sleep

[ gekko x reader ] — when you fall asleep wearing makeup, gekko does his best to clean your face without waking you

warnings: the reader is gender neutral, although the reader is described to be wearing makeup so take that as you will. also a brief mention of being drunk/alcohol but its not gekko or the reader.

notes: requested by anon! i hope you enjoy :)

the usual banter between phoenix and jett played out in front of you. they were high off of a victory, much like yourself and several other agents that had joined together for a victory feast at a local takeout place. what was supposed to be a quick run for food turned into a posse of idiots parading around downtown, much to the credit of an already half-drunken skye.

phoenix quickly followed her, his energy coaxing the fire that was already brewing in the hearts of the agents. a particularly important mission had gone incredibly well that day and the entire team was still riding high.

jett snorted as she shoved phoenix, laughing at whatever cheesy joke he’d laid on her.

“love the energy, but i’m far too tired to match it.” gekko spoke, leaning his head slightly towards you. his voice was much softer and quieter than their’s. it was a sharp contrast to the loud, chirpy voices of those around you.

“couldn’t agree more.” you grumbled.

as much as you loved your friends, you were happy to have them split off into their own directions once you were back at base. gekko was the only one to follow.

he padded toward your door and gently held it open for you. he watched you walk in, but hesitated another moment before speaking.

“could i come in? i know we’re both tired, i just don’t think i’m ready to sleep yet, yknow?”

you nodded and smiled. gekko always had a weird way of matching your emotional state, purposefully or not. absently kicking away a t-shirt that had ended up on your floor, you apologized for the state that your room was in and invited him in.

you proceeded to hit the mattress, and you were out like a light.

“thank you,” he spoke, words falling on deaf ears. his eyes scanned your room. he took in the decorations, noting how such small things were marked by traces of your hobbies or personality. “i just need to be around ‘calm’ for a while before i knock out, is all.”

he sat on the edge of your bed. he didn’t notice the fact that you were asleep. he continued to mutter to himself for another moment, before finally turning to see your reaction.

“well,” he spoke one last time. “that would explain the silence.”

still, he didn’t leave. he felt creepy. as though he was spying on you in some weird way. but you had invited him in, right? so there wasn’t something morally off about it, he assured himself.

he would like to deny the warmth that spread in his chest as he observed you, but that would make him a liar. while the thoughts were always in the back of his mind, he never truly got the chance to fully take you in. every curve and every feature of your face, the slight pinch in your brows as you slept, and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. it took him a while to realize the other thing he was seeing.

“isn’t falling asleep with makeup on bad for your skin? or your pillows or something.” he whispered softly to himself.

as he did, he slowly got up from where he sat on edge of your bed. a quick glance around your room offered him nothing, but he didn’t want to turn on your light and wake you. you looked so peaceful, after all.

quietly, gekko walked toward your bathroom. after trying for a miserable ten minutes to figure out which washcloth in your bathroom was the softest, he finally settled on one. he stepped towards your sink to dampen it, where his eyes caught a sleeve with the words “makeup removing wipes” printed on the side.

yeah, that seemed like a better idea than his.

makeup wipes in tow, he finally returned to your sleeping form. slowly, as if it would make a difference, he turned on your lamp. he froze as if to make sure you were still asleep.

he pulled one wipe from the package, gently rubbing at your skin. after a second, he pulled back and checked the wipe. he was doing this correctly… wasn’t he?

how often were you supposed to change wipes? or was it just one for the whole face? how hard was too hard to rub? how expensive were these wipes, anyway? how does he know when your face is clean? would the liquid that dampened the wipe hurt if it got in your eyes?

oh well. he could try his best, at least.

he discarded the dirty wipe in the trashcan near your bed and retrieved a new one. he continued his process of gently rubbing your face, taking extra care around your eyes and making sure he wasn’t pressing down so hard as to irritate your skin.

when he was sure he was done, he closed the container and returned it safely to the bathroom counter.

he came back when he was done. gently setting his weight on the bed, he smoothed down your hair with one hand and smiled at your sleeping form.

“you don’t really need your beauty sleep, but i guess i can let you have your sleep-sleep.” gekko commented after a beat.

he sat up gently as to not disturb you. he clicked off your lamp and shut your door softly behind himself as he left you to rest.

#gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko fluff #gekko x y/n #gekko #gekko valorant #valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant fluff #valorant x y/n #mateo x reader #mateo x you #mateo fluff #mateo x y/n

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beebopboom · 9 days

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A Case of Missing Weaponry

Probably the thing Archangel Michael is most known for in biblical lore is striking Satan down with a sword/spear (i see them used interchangeably) and yet it seemingly has not been touched on in the show.

Granted it is a story largely in Revelations and we are shown that that is not an entirely truthful book in the show so it might not even be a something that proves to be anything

but I have a theory for you anyway.

Michael has continued to be a mystery in this show with their motivations, their past, and their knowledge all called into question.

and yet another thing we haven’t even gotten a verbal mention of is their weapon - the legendary weapon that stuck Satan down from the Heavens.

With all the mentions of the fall and the Great War it’s an interesting detail to leave out but I was willing to leave it alone for the reason mentioned above.

However,

In @drconstellation future of echos past meta she points out the Michael parallel indeed being the one to take the shot at the Lucifer parallel - which is then later confiscated by police (ok maybe not that exact meta but i couldn’t find the one where you went into detail about it😭)

@youryurigoddess pointing about the Michael statue in the trash mountain is missing its sword

and the scene being depicted within Agnes Nutter’s book

It makes a person start to wonder yknow?

but where could this weapon be if it’s not on Michael’s being? The logical explanation is that it’s just up in Heaven somewhere, I mean it’s not like Michael has a use for it right now anyway.

So up in heaven? Confiscated? Never existed? Misplaced?... Maybe

There is one small offhand comment (you know I love those) in 1941 that threw me down a rabbit hole of what could maybe be Michael's weapon.

When Aziraphale is handing over the books he compares Agnes's book to the Holy Grail but that's not the one I want to focus on rather something mentioned right after,

The Spear of Destiny, or the Holy Lance

This spear is said to be the one that pierced the side of Jesus as he hung on the cross to make sure he was dead

The spear which was said to guarantee victory in battle. (That was until it made its way to Hitler and he lost)

but probably one of the bigger success stories about this spear is one that actually connects it back to Michael

Emperor Constantine

He was the one to bring Christianity into the Roman Empire and believed in the power of this spear - bringing it into battle with him as his main weapon.

Constantine and his co-emperor Licinius were the ones to sign into law that Christians could worship publicly and have churches

later they fought each other with Constantine coming out victorious near the Michaelion - which caused him to attribute his victory to Archangel Michael

even going as far as comparing Licinius to the serpent that Michael defeated, as described in Revelations. Using the serpent as a symbol for Licinius in money and art

he then continued commissioning statues and art of this event eventually replacing him and Licinius with Michael and Satan, which then lead to it being standard of what Michael is known for - spear and all.

Interesting (very shortened) story isn’t it?

Now this spear has been passed along all throughout history with many people claiming to have it and different pieces of it displayed throughout the world, so maybe it just was a replica of Michael’s spear just like they did with Aziraphale’s sword - the Romans seem to have a type for their weapons

there is also a very interesting conspiracy that after the Americans found it after ww2 they brought the real one back with them and leaving a replica behind - yknow considering the hints at America having something to do with s3

How Michael’s spear would have ended up lost on Earth I do not know but I do think that this could be interesting if nothing else

either way the lack of talking about it in the show has always had me intrigued

What is up with you Archangel Michael?

#*sees like three tiny pieces of evidence*#yeah I can work with that #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens theory #good omens speculation #good omens meta #archangel michael #good omens michael

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itsrheasgirl · 8 months

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ON THE ROCKS

Chapter 1

DOM!RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

In collaboration with @0bsessioncntr

WORD COUNT: 8,080

SUMMARY: WORKING AT A SMALL BAR IN CALIFORNIA TO PROVIDE FOR YOURSELF AND YOUR SON, YOU MEET AN UNLIKELY STRANGER ON A LATE FRIDAY NIGHT. WHO KNEW THAT A DRUKEN HOOK-UP IN THE BAR BATHROOM COULD TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE.

TW: Smut Warning. (18+) Rough Sex, Choking, Degradation, Fingering, Praise, Teasing.

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Rhea hadn’t expected to lose her match against Liv. They’d fought countless times in the past and she had always ended victorious, but the writers had decided that it was time to shake things up.

Tossing her bags into the back of her truck, Rhea let out a disgruntled sigh. It wasn’t her fault, the match was destined to end that way but she couldn’t shake the feeling she was losing her touch. The boys had offered to take her out— to get her mind off it, but the truth was she just wanted to be alone. To clear her head on her own terms.

She didn’t have to drive too long before finding herself a little hide out. Somewhere with a little privacy.

Pushing the door open to a secluded dive bar hidden off the main street, Rhea blinked a few times as the bright neon lights stung her eyes. The sound of the small juke box hidden in the back vibrating in her eardrums as she pulled a hand through her messy black tendrils. Granted this wasn’t the usual place she found herself after a disappointing match, but there was less chance of anyone recognizing her here. Maybe she’d get a few moments of silence, some time to relax followed by a stiff drink. She didn’t want to be bothered, or harassed, she just wanted something to take her mind off things— little to her knowledge, she was about to find just that.

Crossing the small establishment towards an empty seat at the end of the bar, she kept a watchful gaze on the few people that littered the space. Not the usual crowd Rhea was used to seeing— no teens, no screaming fans, just a handful of males clutching half empty beer bottles and a singular female bartender. It wasn’t often Rhea found herself looking at women the way she currently eyed this individual, but there was something about her.

Dropping onto the barstool with an exasperated sigh, Rhea picked up a used coaster from the bar top and began to twirl it between her fingers. She still couldn’t shake the disappointed feeling that bubbled in her gut from her loss, but maybe a drink or two would calm her nerves.

You tried to clear your head as you stood on the far side of the bar cleaning glasses, but your concentration broke when you noticed the tall female walk in. You looked her over closely; a tye-dye purple and black t-shirt with pretty faded black jeans. Now working in a bar this small and out of the way, you had a usual crowd and more than a few regulars, so Rhea’s presence immediately stood out to you.

A smirk crossed your face as you set the glasses down, picking up a dish rag and throwing it over your shoulder as you made your way over to this stranger.

“New faces in here are rare, yknow.”

You said with a smile as you stopped behind the bar in front of Rhea, placing your palms on the bar top, admittedly pushing your tits together a little; it always got you more tips. You also couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was the more you studied her face; piercing blue eyes that almost made you shiver, thick black hair that framed her face perfectly, the muscle tone in her arms. You noticed some of the regulars watching and studying, and you saw Rhea make eye contact with a few of them.

“Don’t worry about the guys, they don’t bite. What can I get ya?”

A small scoff parted Rhea’s lips at your comment as her head craned back to look up at your features, the corners of her lips turning up into a coy smirk as she licked across her lower lip.

“Oh I’m not worried darling, I’ve dealt with bigger guys than these losers.”

Placing the coaster flat to the bar top, Rhea leant forward to rest her elbows onto the wooden ledge before giving you a quick up and down. Her sapphire gaze glistening betwixt the neon lightning.

“How about you surprise me. You seem like the kinda girl who would know what I want.”

“How about a whiskey. On the rocks.”

You said with an eat shit grin as you watched her look you over. It wasn’t very often somebody came in that really caught your eyes, and this was the first time it had been a woman. You leaned over the bar counter to be a little closer, face to face, with Rhea. Your tits were nearly spilling out of your lace-up top. At this point it was about more than (just) tips.

You bit your bottom lip lightly, staring directly back into Rhea's stunning eyes. A small strand of black hair hung in front of your face that fell from the bun your hair was up in. Your arms were crossed in front of you as your fingers ran across your tattoo-covered skin in anticipation.

Lazily scanning her gaze over every visible inch of your body as you spoke, Rhea’s ocean hues stopped on the plush cushion of your lips as you nibbled it gently. Her fingertips grazing against your forehead as she scooped the loose strand of hair behind your ear, her tongue coaxing across her lower lips as she closed the distance between the two of you a tiny bit more.

“Sounds delicious.”

Each syllable fell from her lips like honey, sweet and tempting. She wasn’t one for being such a tease outside of her persona but something about you had her acting different. Slowly dropping her palm from the side of your head, her fingertips grazing your forearm as she rolled her lower lip between pearly whites.

“I don’t usually drink alone, and what better company than a pretty girl like yourself. So.. let me buy you a drink?”

You were relieved that she most likely couldn’t see the blush on your face due to all the neon lighting, but cursed yourself anyway. Was she really getting you flustered? You grinned from ear to ear, placing a hand on her arm gently.

“As flattering as that is, I can’t drink on the job. Old boss man would have my ass, you know how it is.”

You said, finding yourself trying extra hard to make your voice sexy. Everything you usually did for tips was being used due to genuine interest at the moment. You found yourself dreaming of getting in her pants already.

Your hand trailed down her arm as you stood up, making sure to perk your ass up a bit as you walked to the other side of the bar to grab a glass and make her drink. You admittedly overpoured a bit, you told yourself it was just because you liked her. It wasn’t like getting her tipsy would increase your chances. You made your way back to her side of the bar, setting the drink on the coaster in front of her.

“Top shelf shit, only the best for you mamas. And uh, I am closing alone tonight.”

You said with a sly grin on your face, dropping the most obvious hint you could.

Rhea hadn’t taken her eyes off you since you’d walked away, her fingers idoly playing with the coaster in front of her once more as the tip of her tongue played with her back tooth. Every curve of your body caused desperate thoughts to flash through Rhea subconscious as she trailed her gaze over you. Her palm racking through her hair, she sat upright from the bar as you approached.

Her gaze dropped to the filled glass as you placed it in front of her, swiftly returning it to your features— not before taking in a cheeky peak at your breasts on the way up.

“Well maybe I’ll have to stick around then.”

Shooting a wink in your direction as her lips turned up into a devilish smirk, Rhea curled her fingers round the crystal glass and brought it up to her lips, gulping back half the glass in one causing a soft wince to leave her throat.

“So I’m going to need another one of these and that makes two for you, when you’re done.”

“You know what. If you really feel like sticking around until one am, I’ll have that drink with you.”

You said with a smile that dropped to an over dramatic sigh when you realized you were being called from the other side of the bar. Something along the lines of “doll face” or “baby girl”, it didn’t matter, you knew they were talking to you. The two of you still didn’t even know each other's names.

You basically waltzed your way to the other side of the bar strictly because you knew Rhea was staring you down. You did your signature bend over the counter to speak to the men requesting drinks, but you smiled a little extra wide knowing she was probably staring at your ass.

You spent the rest of the night being nothing but a tease. You did your job, of course, but your mind was only on the woman at the end of the bar. You could constantly feel her eyes on you and it gave you a little kick in the ass to keep going for the last 2 hours of your shift. Tugging your already tight jeans up every so often to show off your ass, constantly looking over and “checking” on her with a wink or sticking your tongue out. You did want her to know she had your attention.

At 12:30 you rang the bell above the bar, a loud ring echoing through the noisy bar.

“Alright boys it’s closing time! Time to close your tabs and get the hell out!”

As the night progressed Rhea grew more and more anxious for 1am, her gaze constantly flicking between the large clock above the bar and your perfectly curved form. She couldn’t wait for the regulars to leave and for you to finally be alone with her. Just the two of you.

As your demand for the tab closure fell from your lips, she couldn’t help the small chuckle that vibrated in her chest. It was clear that you wanted everyone out sooner rather than later— the corners of her lips tugging into a coy smirk as she found your gaze once more.

You’d only referred to the men with your closing announcement which in turn made her extremely happy, with everyone gone she’d finally get you all to herself with no interruptions.

Slowly sipping at her third drink of the night, Rhea kept a watchful gaze from her peripherals on each individual as they finished off their drinks with haste and formed a line along the bar's edge to pay you for the night. Sure it bothered her as the mass of males gave you a little too much attention, but it’s not like she could do anything about it. You were strangers after all and had no rights to be jealous.

“Hey baby girl, how come the newbie gets special treatment and I don’t huh?”

The large male traced the lines of your tattooed forearm as he slid his card across the wood, casting a weary gaze in Rhea’s direction. The watchful eyes of the flirt causes Rhea to coax her tongue over her teeth, trying her best to keep calm. What did it matter if you were showing her a little attention?

“Calm down geezer, you got special treatment the second Billy didn’t make you pay him on that pool bet you lost. Now your tabs thirty seven fifty”

You said without a single worry in the world. Every once in a while somebody would try and pull something, but you were never too worried about it; especially with the woman who found herself at the end of the bar.

The man scowled and took his card as you handed it back to him with nothing else to say. You simply had a smile on your face as you nodded your head for him to move along. You finally finished checking out the last customer as your eyes looked across the bar to meet Rhea’s, a smirk on your face knowing once the last person was gone and you locked that door, it would be the two of you alone with nobody to interrupt.

As the last two men made their way out of the bar you followed, shutting the door behind them with a slam and instantly locking the deadbolt on the door. You turned around instantly and put your back and palms to the door, looking over Rhea.

Rhea had every intention of keeping you in her sight as you ushered the remaining few patrons out the door and bolted it closed, spinning round on the bar stool to face you as the loud clunk of the deadbolt rang in her ears.

“Finally.”

She uttered quietly— mostly to herself, as she leant her elbows back against the bar top with a shit eating grin. The past few hours had felt like days in passing, each second dragging out longer and longer over time.

Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, Rhea grasped at the almost empty crystalware and brought it up to her lips to pour the contents down her throat.

“That’s three, gorgeous. Better catch up.”

You giggled and danced over to the jukebox, pressing a few buttons as a Nine Inch Nails song started to play. You made your way over to the bar, pouring yourself your own whiskey and refilling Rheas glass.

“Want me to catch up?”

You said with a smirk before downing the whole glass like it was a shot. You slammed the glass back down on the counter with a refreshing breath as you smiled at Rhea, letting out a chuckle before pouring yourself another just to sip on. When you finished you set the bottle on the counter, leaning over once again to be face to face with Rhea. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and it was pretty safe to say you were both ready to rip each other's clothes off, but there was a procedure to these things.

“Happy?”

Rhea’s brow hitched skyward as she wrapped her lengthy fingers round the whiskey bottle soon after you’d placed it down on the counter, motioning for you to finish the glass you’d poured yourself with a coy grin and waiting patiently to pour you another.

“You still have two to go, princess. Keep drinking.”

You let out a drawn out sigh, a chuckle escaping from your lips as you downed the second glass of whiskey. You felt the familiar burn in your throat as you set the glass down, licking your bottom lip while making direct eye contact with the woman across from you.

“That’s two. Better pour me my last one, hot shot.”

Glancing swiftly down at the fourth drink you’d poured her and then back up to meet your gaze, Rhea’s tongue toyed with her back tooth as she mulled over whether to point out that technically you still had two more, or whether to leave it be. The longer it took you to drink, the longer it took before she could get your jeans off and she was only willing to wait so long.

Tilting the bottle to slowly empty more of the amber liquid into the crystal glass, Rhea glanced down at her task as she spoke. Small tendrils of her dark hair falling into her face as if to mask you from her view.

“So, what’s a girl gotta do around here to get her hands on you?”

She doesn’t look up to gauge your response, instead she continues with hopes she gets the reply she wanted.

“Because I’ve not taken my eyes off your ass since I got here and I don’t know if I keep my hands off it much longer.”

A smirk crossed your face along with a small blush, pulling the string that tied the halves of your top together letting them fall down, now just barely covering your breasts. You put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to make eye contact with you.

“A girl doesn’t gotta do anything she hasn’t already done—”

You trailed off, standing up and walking away from Rhea towards the bathroom on the far side of the bar. As you walked away you pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it on the bar top without looking back at Rhea, who could only see your back. You giggled to yourself a little as you walked through the bathroom door, letting it close behind you.

You really knew what you were doing and Rhea couldn’t help but let her lips fall slack as she locked her eyes on your form walking away, her pearly whites nipping at the corner of her lip as she watched the piece of fabric fall to the bar, her gaze instantly returning to etch every inch of your back into her mind.

Swiftly getting to her feet— not before knocking back the remainder of her drink of course, Rhea crossed the small bar in the same direction you’d left. Pausing briefly as she reached the bathroom door.

This wasn’t her. This wasn’t the kind of thing she usually did and yet she didn’t seem to find fault. You had captivated her the second she’d entered the bar and as she’d pointed out— she hadn’t taken her eyes off you since.

Pushing her palm flat against the wooden door, Rhea entered into the unknown with nothing but a burning desire to have your skin beneath her fingers.

When Rhea entered the bathroom she found you, sitting on the counter wearing nothing but black panties. Your body was slim but curvy, your skin tan and nearly perfect. You stared at her with a smile and said nothing, just taking your bottom lip between your teeth and raising an eyebrow, excited to see how she would react.

Rhea wasn’t sure what she’d expected to find waiting for her but as her gaze fell upon your almost completely naked form, her breath hitched in her throat as she stepped completely into the room and let the door close behind her. Sapphire hues locking with your glistening gaze as she sculced across the room much like she would with her Dom Dom. It worked so well on the girls she played it up for, so why wouldn’t it send a shiver down your spine.

Her palms secured themselves around the edge of the sink as she used her knee to kick yours apart, her taller frame towered over you. Slowly releasing a palm from its grasp, she slipped a lone finger under your chin to crane your neck back and make you look at her.

“I thought I'd get to take those off.”

You got chills as she approached you, towering over you in a way that made you feel small and at her mercy. You loved it.

“I didn’t wanna waste any time. I feel like we both waited long eno—”

You were cut off as Rheas lips literally slammed onto yours, knocking your back against the mirror as your arms wrapped around her neck. You let her form rest between your legs as your arms pulled her further into you, onto you.

Rhea’s palm released the counter top within a blink of an eye. Her lips moving effortlessly against your own as she felt the pressure of your hold driving her closer, her fingertips finding the plump curvature of your ass cheeks as she dragged your hips forward against her own.

She wasn’t usually a fuck in the bathroom kinda girl but no way was she passing up on such a prime opportunity.

Her nail beds turned white as they punctured your skin. Her tongue pushes past your lips to explore your mouth. She’d waited far too long to get ahold of you and she wasn’t wasting one more second not claiming every inch of your body as her own.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t say this was completely out of the ordinary for you. Being around that many guys and this much alcohol, you’d had a few hookups before at the bar, but nothing you were ever into this much. This wasn’t just one of those nights you felt like you had to get laid for your sanity. This, this was pure lust between the both of you. That’s what was different here. You wanted her more than you had ever wanted your baby-daddy through your entire relationship. Something about her was just different, and it drove you crazy.

You moved with her almost in unison, your lips, your hands, your hips, all working together, like a lost form of dancing. You took your arms from around Rhea’s neck, moving your hands to fumble with the buttons on her jeans as your lips were still pressed to hers. It didn’t take you long to get them undone, slipping your hand in to see the response you would get.

The muscles in Rhea’s back tightened as the flat of your palm slid itself into the front of her jeans, your fingertips softly dancing against her smooth mound.

“How brave, princess.”

She purred as she pulled her lips back from yours, her nails leaving a sting against your ass cheek as she moved her palm to softly coil her fingers around the length of your throat. Her lips pressing heated kisses along the line of your jaw before stopping at the shell of your ear, nipping gently at the flesh just below your lobe.

“But what makes you think you’re in charge here?”

Goosebumps covered your skin. You’d never had a hookup like this. Hell you’d never even had sex like this before. You let out a small whimpering moan, still trying to catch your breath from the moment before. You removed your hand and held them up on either side of your head, a small smile crossing your face.

“I give in. Take me Mami.”

You said with a small chuckle, waiting for her reaction. Had you just called her Mami? It slipped out, but hell, it felt right. You couldn’t help but thank god these panties were black, otherwise the growing wet spot would be noticeable.

Rhea’s lips twitched into an ear shit grin as you surrendered to her dominance, a small twang playing in her chest as you called her Mami. Did you know who she was? Was this why you were hooking up with her, so you could tell your friends you fucked a celebrity?

Shaking it off as coincidence, Rhea clasped her fingertips around your jaw to hold your head in place as she brought her lips in-line with your own.

“Only if you behave, princess. Are you my good girl?”

Your smile grew as you barely shook your head in Rhea’s grasp. You don’t even know her name, but goddamn it you’ll be a good girl for her.

“Yes, I’ll be your good girl.”

You said as your tongue coaxed across your teeth, your breaths still deep and heavy. You couldn’t think of anything other than what you wanted her to do to you. This was the most turned on you’ve ever felt. You desperately wanted to put your hands back on her, but hesitated for the moment to see where this was going.

You were like putty in Rhea’s hands as she leant forward to capture your bottom lip between her teeth, it was clear to her you’d do whatever she said and she thrived one just how desperate she made you.

Tugging gently on your lip before releasing it slowly, she pecked the reddened spot before pulling her gaze back. She couldn’t believe how obedient you were, even though the lust behind your eyes burnt brighter than a flame.

Her second palm pulled back from your ass as she repositioned herself between your thighs, the pad of her thumb pressing against your moist panties to graze gently against your eagerly awaiting clit. If you were okay with referring to her as Mami, she wasn’t going to stop you. Her grip around your throat tightening slightly as she spoke.

“Good girls do as Mami says.”

Her sapphire hues burnt into your features as she teasingly began to circle your clit with her thumb, her lips twisting into a devilish smirk.

“Repeat.”

She snapped. Her actions pausing until you followed her order.

You had this feeling in your stomach like you were going to cum on spot. All the dignity you usually held onto went straight out the window as you repeated her words without hesitation.

“Good girls do as Mami says”

Your voice was practically a whine, your left leg twitching slightly in anticipation. Something about her hand between your legs drove you over the edge, completely abandoning all attempts to stay in control as you completely submitted to this stranger's wishes. Yeah you felt cheap, but you also loved it. You would say whatever the hell you needed to in order for her to keep her hands on you. As of right now you thought this was going to go how every hook up before it had gone; afterward you’re done with each other and go your separate ways, never to speak again. So what was losing your dignity for one night?

A throaty chuckle parted Rhea’s lips as she began to circle your clit with her thumb once more, her hold around your jaw jerking forward to collide your lips in yet another passion filled kiss. She wanted to claim every part of your body, cover you in marks that would leave you thinking of her for weeks to come after you’d inevitably parted ways.

Slowly sliding her thumb up and down your core over the damp lace that shielded your entrance, Rhea’s lips once more began their travels across your jaw and down your neck. Each heated kiss and gently suck leaving soft purple blemishes in their wake.

She couldn’t wait to enter you and yet the soft whimpers and stifled moans she was pulling from your chest had an eat shit smirk claiming her lips as she pushed against the dark lace with a little more pressure.

“Oh f-fuck please I don’t usually beg but fuck. Please.”

You snapped when more pressure was applied between your legs, needing her inside you. You couldn’t seem to keep it together, each touch and kiss provoking little moans and whines. Your hands were pressed against her chest, desperately wanting more by the second. You couldn’t even stop to think about how you’d explain the marks covering you later, you couldn’t even stop to think.

“Mami. Please Mami.”

Being dominant was Rhea’s every day when it came to her work, so when she found a little sub who bowed to her will it caused just as much adrenaline as she received in the ring.

Releasing your throat only temporarily, she grasped at the seam of your lace panties and in a swift pull tore the waistband through to the leg hole. Evidently they were in the way and she wasn’t going to waste time taking them off correctly. Her tongue cloaking over her top teeth as she held back a scoff.

“Such a needy little girl, princess.”

She purred. Each word falling from her lips like venomous honey as she pushed aside the fabric to expose your already soaked core.

“So wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Can you just shut the hell up and fuck me.”

You whined, completely out of breath, obviously forgetting your place for a moment. At this point you were desperate. Your eyes grew wide as you watched Rhea’s facial expression change immediately.

“I’m sorry?”

Rhea scoffed, her palm latching around your throat again as she craned your head up sharply to look at her. Pinching at your cheeks to part your lips, she leant forward to make sure you understand every word she was about to say.

“You don’t give the orders around here. Mami’s in charge and if you want me to make you feel good, you’ll watch your tongue.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you did your best to nod, looking directly into Rhea’s eyes. You knew you fucked up the moment you said it, but god you had to say you were happy with the consequences. She still had your cheeks pinched in her hand, so you couldn’t speak. You just nodded your head and stared up at her, waiting for the next move. You couldn’t seem to keep your hips still and you squirmed under her grasp.

You were a full grown woman who had what you considered a lot of respect for yourself, and here you were basking in the glory of degradation and obedience with a stranger who’s name you don’t even know.

Rhea’s fingers had retracted from your core as your hips had spasmed for attention, her fingertip pressing into your hip bones as she held you in place. She could see your desperation for her touch, how your own body was betraying you and giving your desire away.

Her ocean hues burning into your own glistening gaze as you looked up at her with doe-like eyes, she couldn’t help the small chuckle that echoed from deep in her chest.

“Do you want Mami to make you feel good, princess? Do you want Mami to fuck you?”

There was a clear malicious undertone in Rhea’s questions, her manicured brow arching as she loosened her hold on your throat and moved to wind her fingers tightly into the bun on top of your head to keep you in the same position.

“You can talk.”

“Yes. Please. I’m begging.”

You barely got out between heaving breaths, your eyes still locked in with Rhea’s as she tugged at your hair. God you’d never had to beg before. You’d never felt the urge to beg before. You’d never let yourself beg for a man. But her. You’d beg for her.

The muscles in your thighs still spasmed, your body completely giving you up. Your face was bright red, your skin covered from head to toe in goosebumps.

“Please, Mami.”

Sure, Rhea could continue to tease you until you couldn’t take it anymore but the reality was she was getting bored of the chase and wanted to devour her prize. Her fingers releasing your hip bone and grasping round your jaw for only a brief moment.

“Keep going. Keep begging me to fuck you.”

She ordered as she dropped her hold from your hair, the tips of her fingers slowly tracing down the entire length of your body. Staring at your neck, caressing over your shoulders and down the length of your spine. She could feel your skin pimpling beneath her touch and couldn’t help the soft chortle that pulled from her lips.

You didn’t hesitate. You gave in so fast you didn’t even think of the words before they came out.

“Please Mami, I need you. I need you to fuck me. I’ll do anything you say.”

Rhea could hear just how desperate you were just from the tone of your voice. The words came out as a strained whine, a voice more than fit for begging. Your legs couldn’t seem to stay still, your heart feeling like it was going to beat out of your chest if she wasn’t inside of you in the next few seconds.

Rhea didn’t want to leave marks on your face but with her vice-like grip around your jaw, she knew better about the outcome. Her fingertips dancing over the expanse of your thigh as you whined, she swiftly dipped them between your legs to slide a singular finger through the slickness of your wet folds. She could feel each twitch and spasm as she pushed a second finger alongside the first to coat them in your clear juices, her eat shit grin not faltering once as she brought them to her lips to clean off every last drop.

“Anything I say, huh?”

She could see the disappointment on your features as she retracted her fingers, but she didn’t plan to keep you waiting too long. Removing her fingers from her mouth with a loud pop, she slowly slid them back to where you craved her most. Gently toying at your entrance as she tightened her grip around your cheeks once more.

“Lucky me.”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head as you finally got what you had craved so badly. You felt the drool dripping from your lips, not even being able to control the expressions crossing your face as her fingers worked their way into you. You kept eye contact (not that you had a choice) The whole time, Rhea just staring back at you with a grin on her face that told you loud and clear she was pleased with your reaction. Every time she moved an inch a whine or moan would emerge from your lips, completely involuntary under Rhea’s control.

Pushing her fingertips harder at your entrance to drive them into your tight and awaiting walls, Rhea released your face from a tight hold and in turn took both your wrists between her palm. Arching them up and over your head before pressing them into the mirror behind you.

“Let’s start with you keeping that pretty little mouth shut until I say otherwise.”

As to not overload your senses all at once, Rhea slowly began to slide her fingers deeper into the tightness of your core. She didn’t want to cause you any pain, at least not just yet.

Her fingers gripping tighter around your wrists as she leant forward to have her lips grazing yours as she spoke.

“Understand, my good girl?”

“Understood.”

You squeaked out, slightly grinding against her hand. It took everything in you to stifle the noises that would otherwise be escaping from your throat. Your legs were already trembling at this point, but not quite shaking. You had a feeling that would come later. As Rhea’s fingers hit a certain spot your breath hitched, a whine finally escaping from your throat as you caught your breath.

Rhea paused as the soft whine parted your lips, her tongue playing with her back teeth as she realized just what spot she’d hit. Slowly curling her fingertips against the sensitive wall, she chuckled softly.

“Did I, or did I not say keep that pretty little mouth shut, princess?”

Yes she meant completely, Rhea didn’t want to hear a peep out of you until she had brought you to the edge with no return. She wanted you crying in pain for your release before you got to open your mouth again.

Increasing the speed of her thrust motion, Rhea began to pump her lengthy fingers in and out of your tight core. She knew that making you keep yourself silent would be hard enough and since she didn’t want to be a complete menace, her palms slowly loosened to release your wrist.

“Now let’s see if you can control yourself.”

Truthfully; Rhea had let you go because she was being selfish, actually releasing the hold on your wrists because she wanted your hands on her, but also secretly wanted to test you. Would you continue to let her dominate every inch of your body, would you completely submit to her every order.

You wanted to answer her but kept your mouth sealed. You shot her a slight look of confusion when she released your hands but took the opportunity, hesitating for a moment before gently tugging at her shirt, trying to ask for it to be taken off without saying a word. Your one leg twitched inward and hit Rhea’s arm, and you tried to play it off and hope she didn’t notice. God, nothing had ever felt so good; you kept thinking you would never look at a fucking man again. The more her fingers moved inside of you the more the tension grew in your stomach, feeling like a rubber band was about to snap but never quite did. You wanted so desperately to roll your hips against her hand, something to finally send you over the edge, but you knew better than that in this short amount of time.

“You can only look, princess.”

Rhea purred as she reluctantly withdrew her fingers completely from inside you, her entire form taking a step back as she tugged the tie dye shirt clean off her torso in one swift yank. Her black sports bra still concealing her breasts from your glistening gaze, she closed the distance once more.

“You can’t touch, not till Mami says so.”

You weren’t even able to complete a blink before Rhea pulled the black bra over her head and dropped it down at her feet with a devilish smirk. You’d agreed to do whatever she said and this was an order she knew you’d struggle to obey.

Sliding herself back between your thighs, Rhea returned her fingers to your entrance— however this time it was three fingers pressing themselves between your walls. The more she gave you, the more you’d give her in return. She wanted tears and damn it that’s what she’d get.

Oh fuck. You almost said it out loud. Looking over Rhea, now fully topless, somehow turned you on even more. You were just dying to have your hands on her almost as much as you wanted her hands on you. When you realized what she seemed to have planned next your eyes grew wide, looking down between your legs then back up at her. You swallowed the pool of saliva in your throat before your tongue ran across your bottom lip, once again staring up at Rhea with doe eyes just begging, without a word, for her to continue.

Each pump of Rhea’s palm drove the three fingers deep into your drenched core, the tips curling against your sweet spot with each thrust. She could feel the tension through your entire body, the accidental twitch of your leg being the first give away that her touch was driving you wild.

A throat chuckle vibrated in Rhea’s chest as she leant closer towards you, her free hand lifting both your palms to rest them on her shoulders so she could press her bare breasts against yours and whisper softly against the shell of your ear.

“Such a good girl, maybe Mami will give you a little reward.”

Sucking the shell of your ear between her lips for a few seconds; not once slowing her thrusts against your core, Rhea whispered once more in a tone laced with authority.

“You get sixty seconds. Don’t waste them.”

Retracting her stance to create a small distance between your bare chests, she delved her fingers deeper into your heat in hopes you’d break your silence and she’d get to punish you.

“Fuck~ thank god.”

You whined, not even thinking about the fact that you opened your mouth but relieved you could finally get what you wanted so badly. For a few moments all you could do was stare and take it in.

You were a mess. Barely, and I mean barely keeping it together here. You wanted to cum so bad it hurt, but at the same time you felt like you never wanted this moment to end. Your one hand trailed down rheas shoulder and chest to palm her breasts, biting your bottom lip as your gaze flickered between your own hands and Rheas face. You were close, so close, but you knew she wasn’t done with you yet.

The smirk on Rhea’s face continued to grow as words fell from your lips, she’d expected you to talk but when you stopped so short and began to focus on her breasts, her head tilted back slightly.

Your palms moved effortlessly against her bare skin, her nipples peeking as your fingers moved skillfully over them. It had been months since she’d been touched like this.

“Thirty seconds, princess.”

She muttered as the swift pumping of her fingers continued, curling against your sweet spot each time she hit it. She had every intention of making your legs tremble and your toes curl, to make you cry out her name over and over again as you begged her to let you cum. Rhea’s dominance wasn’t to be challenged, if she wanted you screaming— she’d get it.

Grasping at your throat once more to tilt your gaze upward, her piercing hues fixated on the pleasure that masked your features. You were close, she could tell and yet she still had plans beyond your wildest dreams for you.

Your left leg was shaking, the muscles in both thighs spasming more and more by the second. You made direct eye contact with the woman towering over you, your hands still desperately crawling across her skin.

“Mami, please, I’m so close.”

You whined, your eyelids fluttering as your head tilted back to take in everything you were feeling. Your one hand traveled up Rheas chest to wrap around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to your face until your noses almost touched. It was almost a moment of intimacy, but overshadowed by the fact that she was inside and in complete control of you. You recapped the night in your head, thinking about your reaction when Rhea had first entered the bar. She had definitively proved you right, there was something different about her, but you had a feeling it went deeper than the lust between the two of you at that moment. This thought was cut short when Rhea spoke again.

“Three..”

Rhea’s nose swiped against your nose gently, keeping her hold on your throat as she tilted your head to the side.

“Two..”

Scattering a few hot kisses across your jaw, she nipped at the supple flesh below your ear before sucking the lobe between her lips.

“One..”

Releasing your jaw to peel your hand from around her neck, she whispered against your ear in a devilish tone.

“Times up.”

She purred, her pulsating fingers slowly to an unbearably slow pace. Her lips curving into an impish smirk as she leant back slightly to remove your hold upon her breast.

“Such a good girl, but Mami’s not quite done with you yet.”

A needy whine escaped your lips as Rhea pulled away, leaving your hands empty. Your eyes grew wider by the second and Rhea spoke to you, the countdown making you ready for your release but you were met with your lover slowing her pace, telling you she’s not quite done with you.

Your chest heaved with heavy breaths, trying to catch it as your body tried to regain control.

“N-not done? Fuck. Fuck me.”

You mumbled under your breath so quietly Rhea could barely hear you. Your body was beginning to give up, and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out without cutting Rhea’s game short.

She could see the agony on your features, the desperation as your climax teetered on the edge of release. Sure, she could keep going; punishing you for no reason, but truthfully she craved your release. To feel the warmth of your liquids as it coated her fingers.

“One last little beg for Mami, princess. Show me just how loud you can be.”

With a slow curl of her fingers against your sweet spot, Rhea’s patterns increased once more. Driving herself third knuckle deep into your drenched core, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She wanted to hear you scream, to beg for it all to end.

“N-ngh fuck, I can’t, fucking hell.”

You couldn’t even get a full sentence out at this point, your legs spasming inwards as your face contorted into a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t long before you felt the tension in your stomach snap, your breath and words getting stuck in your throat as your silence and expression told Rhea all she needed to know. The hand that had found itself on the back of her neck had the nails digging into her skin, no doubt leaving marks. As Rhea felt the familiar wetness on her fingers a grin crossed her face as she studied yours, your eyes finally rolling back to the front of your head as they fluttered open to meet Rhea's gaze.

As you came down from the rush you found yourself feeling almost embarrassed, having never had anybody talk to you or even touch you like this before. The rush of the moment started to settle for you, and you looked up at Rhea and found yourself hoping she wouldn’t just leave, even though you knew better than to fantasize about anything more than this moment. She was a stranger, you didn’t even know her name, and you had so much going on in your life right now between work and your child that you knew there was nothing that could come of this even if you wanted it to.

You tried to hide the anxiety with a smile as you stared up at the woman in front of you, waiting for her reaction. You found that you still couldn’t catch your breath, and your heart was beating so fast you would’ve thought you ran a marathon.

Rhea’s sapphire hues pierced your gaze as you finally found hers once more. The desire filled smirk that claimed her lips almost hungry as she took in every inch of your body. Each tremble and each spasm pulling harder and harder at her devilish side as she relished in the moment, proud of just how much of a mess she’d made you.

Her free palm finding your soft cheek, she gently dragged her thumb over the perfect arch of your cheekbone. How had she been so lucky as to find you? If she hadn’t found herself in such a specific bar, you never would have met.

She chuckled softly, her palm retracting slowly as to catch every sensitive spot upon her exit. Pearly whites nipping at the plush of her bottom lip as her gaze dropped briefly to her soaked palm, Rhea couldn’t help but have a little treat for herself.

Shifting her hues back up to settle on your features, she raised her fingers up to pre moistened lips and slowly slipped all three into her mouth to clean off every inch.

“Such a good girl.”

Rhea finally spoke, her words dripping with sin. Her fingers dropping from your cheek to hold gently around your chin, she inched you forward to press her lips feverishly against your own. You’d taste yourself upon her lips, whether you liked it or not.

Your heart fluttered as her lips met yours. Not only could you taste yourself on her lips, you really got to take in what it felt like with her lips against yours. You could focus on it, and you didn’t want it to end. A small whine escaped your lips when she pulled away from you. You ran your hand back through your hair to try and tame it, finally taking in a deep breath and checking your watch. It was almost 2 am. Panic ran through your veins as you realized you were going to be late for the babysitter.

Rhea watched closely as your features changed. She couldn’t quite tell what it was, but she knew something had changed. Had she been too rough with you? Had she done something that maybe pushed you too far?

She hadn’t expected this to go any further than tonight but when she realized something was wrong her heart dropped. Coiling her fingers around a few loose strands of hair that fell about your features, she scooped them back behind your ear with a soft smile. Sure she wanted to see you again, but the reality was what happens in the bar, stays in the bar and perhaps she needed to accept that. She wanted to say something; something as stupid as asking your name, but chose against it as your lips parted to speak.

“This has been amazing.”

You said with a small laugh; still partially in shock from the time you’d shared together, but you knew what you had to do. It was time for the hard part.

“But I— I really have to get home.”

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TAGLIST: @girlofpink @rebecca-quin @coolbeans-17 @sithfar @rooskaya-yelena @eradicatabitch @you-got-me-star-lost-16

#rhea ripley #demi bennett #wwe #wwe womens wrestling #rhea #ripley #rhea x reader #fem!reader #dom!rhea #wwe smut #rhea ripley smut #dom!rhea ripley #dom!rhea smut #on the rocks #wwe rhea ripley #my writing #my fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #herwwegirl

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l0cal-catb0y · 6 months

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Hero!Ghoap x God!Reader brainrot

this is mainly about ghoap cuz i didnt focus on them in the first post and they deserve love too!! and i wanna add backstory :33 based off this post i made and i think i want them to be childhood friends!! (its one of my favorite tropes im sorry </3)

once again this is just word vomit !! not my best but it must be shared :DD but also!! let me know if you have any ideas for what reader should be the god of cuz i really have no ideas and i wanna add more details to them!!

definingly have the vibe they would've meet by running into each other playing in a field when they were very young and just ended up sticking together. simon found comfort in johnny's presence and just sort of started following him everywhere he went with johnny just completely okay with dragging this boy around cuz!! he gets to have fun with his friend!! :DD sadly though they have to have reason to become fighters for plot reasons </33 their village gets destroyed, burnt and looted with few survivors left. theyre both distraught and angry with johnny openly wanting to track down the people behind the attack and fuck them up (simon too but hes silent about it) maybe johnny starts getting ready to start that hunt without telling anyone but simon can just read him perfectly and just pulls him aside to tell him that he's coming too.

I feel like along their hunt they would stop and take care of anyone that were causing issues, probably with just small trouble makers but as they become stronger and more experienced they deal with whole gangs of people (they end up getting the names ghost and soap along the way somehow) they become more renowned for their strength and victories that even cities far off know them!! im thinking the group that destroyed their village became an army and overconfident to the point of disrespecting the gods (probably not all but definitely some big ones) so when ghost and soap become bigger names they are given the upperhand with the backing of the gods who wish to put the group back into place. they basically get to the level of demigods !!

romance wise though,,, giggles,,, somewhere along their journey after a hard fight they would confess while patching each other up, the concern for each other far outweighing the fear of rejection <33 the gentle touch of making sure theyre still there and the whispers of love would be so soft after they know its a mutual love omg. their routines change a little afterwards too!! like simon giving johnny little trinkets to have in his pockets (probably something handmade when he cant sleep) and johnny braiding part of simon's hair before a fight (maybe he braids a piece of simon's hair into his own braid and his hair into simon's?)

I don't think they would actively worship one particular god? they would give offerings every so often as thanks for the blessing or in hope of getting some luck with something (finding info or just having good weather) but they are mainly on their own for the most part. yes they are favored more than others but it doesnt mean the gods really care about them yknow? they both know theyre just a means to an end for some of them :((

so when you start looking out for them theyre both just :OO you actually care about them outside of what they can do!! you help them with small things!! your watching eyes comfort simon when he cant sleep!! you guide johnny to peaceful areas for him to relax and draw at!! you send your associated animal to keep watch if they ever both crash after a fight!! they start to add stuff to their routines that relate to you in some way :33 making crafts of your symbols and having one with them for "good luck" or making a small spot for you at every camp they make or talking to you (aka the open air of your spot) about their plans and what they wanna do next!!

idk man brainrot and lack of sleep are getting to me!! im going to rotate these two in this au in my head for the next month ^-^

#clawing at the walls of my enclosure #me when men #catboy talks #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghoap x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #unedited #not beta read #ghost x reader x soap #ghoap #soapghost

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splatattackz · 6 months

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my current running theory is that there is no cursed team.

theyre all cursed.

every team has factors pointing towards them being the cursed team. every team has their MAJOR weaknesses.

the eggs, in story, are doomed no matter who wins because at the end the eye person will just point to a team that didnt win and say they were the cursed one. remember. the eye person despises them.

HOWEVER. NO EGGS WILL DIE. why? because im almost certain theres a way to beat the purgatory. im almost certain theres a way to get all the eggs back. just that feeling, yknow?

more meta talk below

for months now the community, ccs and characters have all been begging for some sort of win. and while i doubt the islanders are supposed to win against the federation itself yet, i think on a meta level this purgatory and eye person has been made to be a villain they can win against. this entire thing - its a mini-version of their situation on quesadilla island if you look at it. a rigged system where conflict between them is trying to be sparked. and their children are in danger. and theres quests too. and theyre trapped on these small islands. and they arrived here by train initially. its mirror to what they experience normally.

on a meta level i think this has been made so the characters can have the satisfaction of winning. so they can have the motivation to fight against the real thing again. to show that they are capable of overcoming and acheiving victory against a seemingly omnipotent force that seems to hate them.

does that make sense?

#(this does not make sense)#(but i hope my point is gotten across)#qsmp #qsmp theory #we'll make sure a tear-jerking invitation arrives to your very doorstep | qsmp #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

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kisuga · 2 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS WITH A S/O WHO SCARS EASILY

cw: injury, gn reader

ATSUMU:

he’s so utterly confused.

like he can’t believe that even by BUMPING into the door…you have a massive bruise forever now.

makes fun of you lmao.

but he is still so worried about you :((.

“another one? geez…” he winces, examining the giant cut on your calf. “yeah…i tried to skateboard and i fell and…yeah.” atsumu shakes his head, but a smirk grows slowly on his face. “that’s why ya gotta ask me to show ya angel! i’m the expert in everything.” you roll your eyes. nonetheless, you allow him to take care of you. no matter how small the scar is, this man will not let you move a muscle.

KITA:

scolds you. like a parent to a child.

this man is exasperated bro 😭 give him a break.

frowns when he sees your body littered with scars.

he promises himself to protect you as much as possible.

kita stays silent as he treats the gash on your knee. you observe guiltily, praying that he isn’t legitimately upset. you hear him sigh. “this is going to leave a scar yknow.” “i know, i’m sorry.” he huffs, patting your leg gently. “please be careful next time honey. i don’t exactly like seeing you hurt.” he places soft kisses on every scar, massaging your body into his hands. “i’ll love you no matter what though.”

BOKUTO:

he freaks the fuck out HAHAHA.

he’s so worried!! why does your skin have to be so sensitive!!

he tries his best to treat it, but he has very limited knowledge in first aid.

he pampers you though ><.

“are you sure you’re ok?” he asks. you coo at him. the way his lips pouted and his golden eyes widened with worry made your heart swell. “yes kou, i’m okay. just another cut like usual.” he really really does not like that answer. he puts some medication on it and litters your body with kisses. “let me cuddle you honey. my love will make the pain go away.”

AKAASHI:

if you thought kita was bad-

he literally face palms when he sees a new bruise, cut, or scab on your body.

a doctor. knows exactly what to do when you’re hurt.

baby proofs the house lol.

“what am i going to do with you.” he groans. of course you tripped while dancing, it was inevitable that you would get a gash sooner or later. you smile sheepishly. “you should’ve danced with me, you would have caught me. plus i was playing frank sinatra, your fave.” his eyes soften. you mean well, he knows that, but he hates seeing dark spots on your body from previous injuries. “..let me know next time then my dear.”

TSUKISHIMA:

oh my god. he is RUTHLESS.

like bruh how did you get a scar from SHAVING.

deep down he’s so worried about you :((.

but also wow you’re such a coward.

“only the weakest links get permanent scars from the smallest things.” he taunts, placing a bandaid on your tummy. “razors are very dangerous weapons tsukki.” “it had two blades. and it’s not meant to actually hurt you.” you pout as your boyfriend beams in victory. “make fun of me all you want but you’re the one who’s wasting time treating me.” a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “of course idiot. i’ll always care for you.”

DO NOT COPY/REPOST/TRANSLATE

reblogs are appreciated! <3

#emily actually writes headcanons 🤯#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcannons #hq headcanons #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #kita x reader #kita fluff #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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acoraxia · 5 months

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Hello, good evening! Can you tell us random facts about your ver. of Erlang and Wukong? Just random stuff yknow--

OOOH OK i love sharing general headcanons and stuff (keep in mind most of this is for the LEGO Monkie Kid verse not JTTW or FSYY verse)

Erlang Shen / Yang Jian:

Middle child syndrome is strong with this one

He's much older than most other gods and deities that have been presented to us thus far because of the fact he had a mortal father and an immortal mother. It isn't until he fully accepts his role as the God of Justice and Engineering that he gradually stops aging whatsoever (rip to him, forever having to deal with backpains)

A funny gag I have is that he and Su Daji used to hold hands but that is mostly due to the 2019 drama series of Investiture of the Gods. He misses his wife. He misses her a lot Wukong :(

He has a habit of coming across as closed off/serious when in fact his head is completely empty and he is thinking about when he can go home

Watched all of Heaven and the world almost collapse and went, "Well, that's not my problem," and went back to taking his nap with XIaotian Quan

Doesn't like meeting new people

Has a soft spot for his found family in Heaven (Sun Wukong, Nezha and his extended family from Wukong's side)

Sun Wukong / Victorious Fighting Buddha:

"The Buddhist canon states that bodhisattvas can assume whatsoever gender and form is needed to liberate beings from ignorance and dukkha." genderfluid Sun Wukong is real y'all who says he can't have a fem form???

do you have any idea how hard it is to fully characterize this guy? goofy silly YES but also serious like he was during the book but also a terrifying demon king but also a kind god that protects people

he houses LOTS of yao in his mountain, takes in anyone regardless of who they are, but he makes sure they all do their part in taking care of the mountain even in his absence

technically lives within a mansion on flower fruit mountain but it's similar to his vault: magic door to enter and no you cannot enter if you are not allowed to sorry

i do not like how LMK makes FFM feel so SMALL like gosh dang it is a GIANT KINGDOM and Wukong loves all his subjects that live there

planted a garden for his generals, spider queen, macaque and lady bone demon

i always imagined lady bone demon and swk having a familial dynamic (all because of that ONE jttw live action show making them sworn siblings) and it explains his reason for being so angry at her during Season 3

he loves stone fruit, not just peaches, and they're his favorite thing to munch on (peaches are just everywhere because of the one peach tree he planted)

can beat up Erlang if he wanted. has threatened to do so. nezha hopes he keeps that promise-

Sun Wukong AND Erlang Shen:

became sworn brothers through the journey

Sun Wukong almost beat him to death after he learned that Erlang burned his mountain to death

they had a moment (think Invincible talking to Mark after beating him up) and Wukong apologized before saying he was angry and viscous and "you took my family"

they reconcile years later and Erlang proposes they be each other's family (as brothers) and Wukong spends time on plum hill before accepting

Wukong sometimes shrinks down to his younger self and clings to Erlang when he needs comfort

Erlang has a habit of worrying over Wukong far too much (he was an older brother before Wukong mind you)

Iron Fan prefers Wukong over Erlang

my personal headcanon that Iron Fan was not that close to Erlang during their time in Heaven as Erlang kept to himself or was just never fully there

DBK does not like Erlang!

#ask #general headcanons #lego monkie kid #monkie kid

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thithesandofferings · 14 days

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Title: Be-comings of Ardor- pt. 3

Synopsis: Raian is tired of waiting.

Tags: 18+ MDNI. Choking. Raian being nasty as per usual. Masturbation. PnV Fem! Reader, whos absolutely obsessed with Raian.

Authors Note: Tumblr made me repost this twice and im so heated. Thank you @hoe4rairai for the gif because they wouldnt let me do anything else... This was supposed to just be practice but- yknow some things dont always pan out that way

"C'mon- take my cock Master" He sneers. Its mocking and it only makes you clench tighter. "Cant-fuck- thought you could take me" Raian grins maniacally when he fucks roughly into you at the same pace as your hiccuping cries. Its about time he got you to shut up. All those desperate looks and stupid fucking questions just to have you exactly where you belong. Underneath him. Worshiping him with your tight wet cunt.

"All that big bad hero talk and now you're whining in my pillow"

"Hips up, I want to dig deeper into whats fucking mine. C'mon" He's laughing gleefully as he fucks into you, hips bruising from the force of his cocking driving into you. "You said 'please' so take what i fucking give you".

You dont know how much you can take, he's already come inside you more times than you care to count. Heated and slick and gushing out of you in embarrassing squelches, but you still hold your hips higher for more. No matter how badly they're shaking.

"I know" Raian mockingly coos "Is it starting to hurt? Hm? My Master having a hard time taking her demons cock? You want a break?" You cant even consciously nod before he's yanking you up against his chest and pounding you harder. He's holding you by your throat, keeping you upright. You're useless to try and do anything else. Warmth pulsing around him at his words. Doesn't help that he's right. And that you want him to keep going.

"Asking all those stupid-shit you're tight" fucking questions" He's growling as he moves your bodily so easily the way he wants, pressing you back down into the bed and holding your neck firm as he grounds into your g-spot. Laughing over your sobbing

"It's what you get for blue balling me all this time. You know what you did- so you'll be punished for it. Be grateful that your cunt even gets my cock"

Maybe you shouldn't have teased him for so long.

It starts small. Things of this nature usually do. Pieces of puzzles clicking and echoing in victory when they are launched into each other. It makes sense. Those pieces. For you and your demon are one in the same now. Hearts synced to beat together no matter location or time. It slows when you drift off to a dreamless slumber, and very nearly beats out of your bones when it trips over itself to catch needed blood flow. All you can think of is him. Every waking moment catches the scent of his ash. Makes the words clog through your throat when he walks pass. Tongue heavy with an itch that needs to feel- to taste.

You think at some points he very well may be able to read your mind. But it wouldn't be surprising when your souls are encapsulated to one another. The heated looks begin, and for days you feel scorched and burned. It wouldn't be so bad if you didn't return them in tenfold. You are unashamed at your desperate perusal over his body whenever you get the chance. Though you don't say much and you're strong enough to not need protection, when you do ask him things- it gets his blood bowling. His cock throbs when you look up at him and ask if he can open a fucking jar.

You? A human that has murdered countless of your kind just to greedily get your hands on him. You ask, pretty and pouting when you look up at him, if he can open a jar of pickles for you. Knowing that if you squeeze lightly, you could break the whole jar. It nearly makes him want to bend you over the counter, fuck that cute expression of faux helplessness into sobbing cries of his name. He doesn't care if there are onlookers. Let them see the demon claim his prize.

But he wont do it just yet, he wants to see what his quiet little master will do. Wants to see if you'll beg for it.

You didn't know why you were teasing Raian. He was in fact, a literal demon. But you couldn't seem to get passed the power trip of you having a practical shadow by your side. After the match you two were pretty inseparable. He was just a hair breath a way at all times. Except when you slept. Raian practically let no one touch you on the battlefield. Or anywhere really. The growling would begin and the heat would start to permeate through his hands. And you were not pressed to stop him. The Kure clan hardly gave you looks anymore and they practically ran to get out your way. And you're perfectly fine with that. Even getting closer to him just so you can have your piece and quiet.

It becomes a problem. Him. Raian. He becomes a problem. An insufferable tease. Passing by you so closely, just so you can feel him drag his weighted length against your back. Doesn't even say excuse me. You find that you don't want him to. He's a dick to you, but that really is just part of his nature, not something you can help when you're one of the most powerful demons on Earth. He makes you feel dirty for just staring at him. Especially because you know that he knows how much you want him.

You find that at night its keeping you awake. Heart racing, but you know its not your doing. Its his. You can hear him through your shared wall. One forced upon you once you got the demon. You hear the heated hiss and growl. Hitting his head on the wall when you know he's grabbed his cock tight. Slick sounds permeating both your rooms. He's vicious, talking to you through the wall. Knowing you're listening. "cant wait till i get my hands on that little cunt of yours" "Been practically begging me with those stupid eyes" "I'm going to fuck you into the ground, but i wanna hear you beg before you do it"

You don't really help your case, especially when you whine against his groans. Clenching your thighs when he talks like that. No one has ever spoken to you so disgusting before. So ashamedly. You've never had someone want you to this degree. You shouldn't be so excited about this prospect, but you were never the most sane to begin with.

When you finally get up the courage to go to the demon, he's talking to some of his clan members. You stand there, staring at the purpling veins clinging to muscle under his skin. Blonde hair damp from one of the fights he'd been in. Perusing and devouring his figure so greedily, you don't care if anyone notices. He's mid sentence, giving instructions that make your tummy quake, when you utter the word please.

The archaic demon freezes at your soft utter, you cant tell if the followers even heard you. He shoves them out of the way just to come as close as possible, chests touching and it almost scares you. How much his smile is so wide its cracking his face, his eyes turning red in the need to devour.

He quick to grab your face, you dont even try to stop it. You're tired of waiting.

"Knew it'd be a matter of time before you fucking begged for it."

#i-#no excuse #like i was supposed to just be writing pretty but...#anyways #raian x reader #raian kure #kure raian #kengan ashura #kengan omega #thithesandofferings

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heynowisavedyouright · 10 months

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you are The main swagdoons person to me so i want to just brainrot in your asks sorry. im going to put some things out here that i haven’t seen explicitly mentioned on swagdoons tumblr yet (i don’t have my own tumblr blog). have you noticed that in ash’s video about their block wars 1 victory, ash gives each teammate roughly equal attention in his storytelling, and structures his story around his lag’s impact on his tournament experience, but in RED’s video, red edits his own footage to disproportionately feature ash, making sure to include all of ash’s victories, his funny lines, his struggles, clips of his POV, etc, and ALSO partly structures his story around ash’s lag?? and red always tries to position himself next to ash in their group photos and whatnot. he repeatedly pursues ash to ask his opinion on whether red should wear his jacket sleeveless or no, and, upon noticing ash’s one-sleeve-cut-off look, red wordlessly changes his own skin to match with him. SPECIFICALLY not by cutting off the same sleeve, but to mirror ash, so they can hold hands in photos and match. yknow. like an exclusive couple . red does All This while way outplacing ash in points (red 6th place, ash 22nd), being the team’s designated top frag/leader, and caring a lot about his own personal performance – from what he says aloud, red’s full VOD of the event gives the impression that he’s mainly focused on his own individual placement, but his edited final video gives the impression that he is fixated on ash. who, btw, has only participated in block wars if he’s teamed with red. and fun fact, did you know that on their next team together, red said to their team that ash is a top 20 player (factually inaccurate as of yet – ash placed 31 & 22). of course, red could have said that so that ash’s substitute would be someone with a high-ish average individual placement, instead of because of [GAY REASONS] (red is disproportionately attentive to ash’s contributions, red has a constant habit of talking up ash), but isn’t that forced indistinguishability between practical/greedy motivations and gay motivations the main appeal of swagdoons? yea. aaaand, generally in videos in which swagdoons are part of a larger group, they sort of gravitate towards each other and stick together. im a little obsessed with the small moment from boosfer’s “deepest fears” event of ash tossing his illegally acquired extra ballots into the vote collector in front of only red, as if they’re sharing a secret, and both boosfer and red including this into their edited videos. and only red has ash & boosfer’s “this is not a therapy session!!!” funny moment in his video. cuz he loves ash’s personality and random stories. also there’s the blink-or-you’ll-miss-it moment within all the chaos of boosfer’s video, in the spleef round, in which ash says “dev just tried murdering me” and red takes immediate note of it like “it’s dev, it’s dev.” (or something), and dev tries to justify himself but they end up spleefing each other into lava and red barely survives, eliminating dev who turned out to be the impostor all along!!! swagdoons power couple. AND in red’s video, he gives this lots of special focus (he zooms in on dev almost killing ash, then immediately kicks in boss music as red single-mindedly tries to eliminate dev for the rest of the round). umm. yea tl;dr i am obsessed with how red is stronger than ash in much of minecraft canon and yet red is utterly loyal and fixated on ash while ash primarily looks out for himself. best dynamic

you are amazing anon i am putting you out there

thi$ i$ you now ^^^^ bigbrain

( and winkwonk thi$ i$ why i love a$h$wag god arc$ every time to put another $pin on it )

#feltixanswers #anon handle #swagdoons

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mekakitsune · 1 year

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i walk this earth all by myself |renee blasey (wraith) x gn!reader

never in her life did renee think she would feel this way.

her heart burns in her throat as she sees you smile. a genuine yet sad one you give to ajay and her on the airship. the battle had been anything but easy. a painfully long and equally tiring match led to the three of you pretty beat up, but alas, victorious. we are lucky to have her, she thought to herself. she didn't like seeing you hurt. ajay made quick work of patching herself up while doc buzzed quietly in the background.

renee wasn't listening to what was being said between the two of you, the pounding under her skull making it hard to focus on anything. ajay made her way towards her in hopes of getting close enough to fully assess her injuries. bold.

"im fine.." renee muttered, clearly not wanting to be touched.

"cmon...youre still bleeding.." she says, quite defeated for the usually eccentric and confident girl. the look she gave ajay was enough. with a sigh, she returned to her place, the small bench in the aircraft, next to you.

it'll never be me.

she lets her eyes fall closed while the craft sputters as they land. all she wanted to do was to clean up, and go to sleep.

the journey back to her room was a quick one, not wanting to be bothered by anyone trying to "help" her.

it had been a few hours since the three of you arrived back at the base, each of you going your respective ways after bidding goodnight. renee headed towards her room, completely ready to take a quick shower and then pass the hell out.

she makes quick work in the bathroom, emerging from the small steamy space feeling a little bit better than she did before. she chooses to put on a simple black tank, and sweatpants that are surely a few sizes too big.

by this time it was late. pushing past 2am and renee was ready to come crashing down. she began unmaking her "made" bed but stopped when she heard a tiny knock at her dorm room door. she stood for a few seconds, mostly praying that the person would just assume she was asleep and leave. once more, a tiny knock. who the hell is that at 2am? she moves to the door silently and peaks through the small hole placed on on the top of the door.

outside she found a sight she did not expect. it was you, also freshly showered and clad in some dorky pj pants and a shirt she could have sworn belonged to elliot.

it took her a minute to decide what to do, but her heart acted before her brain could, and she pulled open the door.

"hi...im really sorry if i woke you up" you said quietly, it made her heart squeeze tightly. you looked so tired, it made her wonder why you made her way down to her room this late.

"i wasn't asleep yet. its okay, but why are you up so late? is everything okay?" she didnt mean to ask so many questions at once, it just felt like it was second nature for her to make sure you were not in harms way.

"i could ask you the same question yknow." you said with a small smile.

renee huffs, putting on the typical "i dont care" act.

before she could come up with an excuse, she noticed your figure. you were shaking. your arm was wrapped in bandages, bruises littered your exposed skin.

"seriously....are you..alright?" she asked softly this time, looking you in your eyes. she could stare into them for the rest of her life.

"im...fine, i think. i dont know, i guess im just still shaken up, a lot people got hurt today, and i cant help but feel like its partly my fault yknow? if i was just quicker with my reaction time then-" you played with your fingers as you carried on, trailing off when you heard her scoff.

you meet her eyes once more to see her looking down at you.

"you know it wasn't your fault. it wasn't anyones, but especially not yours." she sounded...sincere.

part of you wanted to break down right then and there, comfort seemingly making you feel even worse.

she noticed the way your body trembled. she wanted nothing more than to take you away somewhere far away from all of this. somewhere she knew you wouldn't be living in fear of the unknown. shes been in your position many times before. she understands your guilt.

maybe it was due to the exhaustion, or the slight frustration of being pulled into the hallway seconds before she was about to slip into a deep sleep. without much thought, she gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into the dark room behind her. the door clicked shut behind you, suddenly you felt very out of place. her room was dimly lit, but strangely comforting.

"sleep with me tonight." she said simply, and your eyes grew wide. she studied your reaction for a moment before pouting. cute.

"i didnt...mean it like that. weirdo.." had the room not been so dim you would see the rush of heat cover renees pale cheeks.

"you dont... have too, i just, know what its like to be stuck in your own head, yknow." you could tell your reaction threw her off, but you quickly backed yourself up.

"are you really asking me to get into bed with you renee? i mean...your offer is tempting" you teased lightly, already making your way to her plush bed. with a roll of her eyes, she follows behind you, turning the light completely off in the process, hoping that the darkness would hide the embarrassment she felt.

feeling the mattress dip under your weight, you slip under her covers as if they were your own, leaving room at your side for her. she stands unmoving, clearly unsure of what to do.

"i can sleep on the floor...if that makes you more comfortable" she said, pretty foolish considering you were in her room.

"what!? no way...its your room, just...lay down please?" your voice was quiet, scared if you made too much noise you'd simply scare her away.

without much more of a thought, renee slips into the bed next to you. she was too tired to argue.

shes tense, and it's awkward, laying flat on her back on the edge of the bed, scared to get too close.

you cant help the pang of guilt in your chest, hoping silently that you truly weren't intruding.

a small sigh leaves her lips.

"i meant it. when i said it wasn't your fault. i hope you know that..." she said, eyes moving to catch your features. you looked so beautiful to her, like always.

"thank you, renee." you responded, eyes locking onto her grey ones.

maybe it was the exhaustion, or unresolved tension taking over. you move closer slowly, laying your head on her chest, waiting and still to see her reaction.

and it never came.

in fact, you felt her arm reposition to wrap itself securely around your shoulders.

another sigh. this one not out of discomfort or frustration. out of peace. the pounding in her skull finally dying out as the exhaustion truly takes over.

"im here for you y/n, always." she whispered, voice full of something you couldn't quite recognize.

holding her closer you choose not to respond verbally, allowing yourself to relax in her arms, eyes slipping closed with a content sigh.

"i hope you mean it. i dont plan on going anywhere." you say, smile evident in your voice.

renee hums in response, fingers tracing your shoulders lightly. sleep fills the room soon enough, allowing the two of you your own bit a peace, finally.

all shes ever wanted was to feel safe, and she does. you make her feel grounded, tearing her from plaguing thoughts. for that, she would always be indebted to you.

#this has been in my notes for like 6 months LOL #apex legends x reader #apex legends x you #wraith x reader #wraith #renee blasey #renee blasey x reader #apex legends fic #apex wraith #sfw.mp3🪸

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