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THE PREFECT’S CAT CAFE ꒱ ❝ dormleaders. ❞

SUMMARY: after an off-handed comment made by Idia, you find yourself taking what he said into genuine consideration. instead of just bringing some cats into your guest room though, why not find a way to have both cats and profits while being comfy?

warnings; gn!reader x dormleaders. long post. the keep reading line may repeat a bit of text, but please continue reading if it does. inspired by this video. by interacting with this post you agree you’ve read through my navigation and i hold no responsibility for the content you view. part i. part ii. part iii.

PROLOGUE.

“Are you really sure about this, Henchman?” Grim asks, crossing his arms as he huffs, jealousy laced in his voice. He was used to your occasional strange idea, but he considered something to be sincerely wrong with you at the moment if you thought bringing other stray cats into his territory were a smart idea, not to mention the way you were cuddling them and scratching their bellies. Where did you even find this many cats? Did you make a deal with Azul?

Puffing your cheek slightly, you ignore your cat’s comment while putting the collar on the last one. “Do you want to have fancy tuna?” You reply, fixing the collar’s bow as you smile at your hard work. “You’re not believing in me, Grim. This is an untapped market potential, in case you forgot we have a whole dorm here at school dedicated to gamers and introverts practically. And you know what they like? Cats and silence!” You tell him as you look at your array of cats.

You’d found yourself surprised that Professor Trein actually entertained your question if he knew where to find cats on sage island, even more so when Crowley eventually relented to letting you keep a few cats in exchange for not bringing up the fact you’ve been through how many overblots against him for awhile. This was a chance you could not lose. “There’s cat cafe’s in my world with relatively simple rules and a quiet atmosphere. We simply need to make it a reality, and lucky for us we have a magical furniture tool and an investor.” You say, getting up from the chair and walking toward your little notebook to check off another item off the list.

“You have an investor?” He asked, not quite believing you as he raised a brow. Hearing his disbelief you chuckle a little, pointing your pen at a corner of the room to which he jumps in surprise, letting out a shock ‘nyagh!’ “Idia has been here for the past two hours, ever since I told him what I was going to do. I don’t know how or why he has money, but he has it and that’s enough for me.” You say, Grim still surprised he hadn’t notice Idia once in well over two hours. He still wasn’t convinced on your plan, but if it got him tuna and money, your plan surely can’t be that bad?

HEARTSLABYUL. riddle rosehearts.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.

“Are there any rules I need to follow while I’m here?” Riddle asks, a little antsy as it were his first time in a room with so many cats before. It were against the queen’s rules to bring cats to a formal affair, but this wasn’t too formal, it were a cafe. And you did get explicit permission from the headmage so indulging in you just a tiny bit wouldn’t hurt, right? With a laugh, you point in the direction of one of the walls with the rules on display next to a signed plaque from the headmaster giving his approval to your whims.

“The rules are really simple. No forcing or disturbing the cats, do not go around picking them up, do not let them have your drinks, and refrain from running around and making too much noise. Outside drinks, food, and shoes are not permitted for sanitary reasons. You can only feed the cats treats sold by the prefect or in the gacha machines, and you have to log in which cat you’ve fed to ensure one cat doesn’t get particularly overweight.” You read off the board the rundown as he nodded, determined to follow the rules. As he stepped inside your now transformed guest room, his eyes sparkled as one of the cats immediately begun purring at him. Perhaps a cat cafe truly wasn’t too bad a place.

Riddle was really weary of your little project when you first told him about it. He really stopped lecturing you after you explained you had all the proper permission and even an investor. He had no idea who on campus would help you with this, but after hearing it were Idia he thought that maybe you were actually a bit more serious than he realized about your cat cafe plans. He takes awhile to convince to actually come, but after maybe seeing a picture you text him of the kitties with the caption, “I want Riddle to play with me!” he concedes ever so slightly into your demands.

His eyes light up in genuine happiness as little cats meow at his feet. His only other real experience with cats was Grim as his mother would not let him near them, but now he understands what the appeal to cats is about. They’re all so soft and he may use an occasional toy, but he also gets to hear their affection purrs as they nudge him nearly making him forget why he was so angry just ten minutes prior when he was collaring a student again. He isn’t a regular since he’s busy, but whenever you happen to ask he tries to make time, only because you’ve asked him to or his dorm members ask him to visit, not because he’s succumbed to being a cat person, he says, lying through his teeth.

His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) shorthair with pure dark grey fur and orange-yellow eyes. He wasn’t too sure how to act around the cats but this one plopped it’s chubby body onto his lap while nipping at his hand demanding to be pet while meowing right to his face and Riddle could not say no to that face. The cat is not as furry as the others and he quite prefers that, less hair to clean off of his clothes. He thought he would of preferred a less demanding cat, but Sesame is very calming and distracting for his anger. He at some point also noticed cat collar’s slightly changing and asked you about it.. and you found a gift from him, more specifically Sesame received a gift. His previous yellow collar replaced with a higher quality rose-red collar with white outlines of rose petals engravings. Now instead of a silent bell he had a rose attached to the front of the collar, and at the back of the collar was a bow designed to resemble leaf petals.

Absolutely plays favorites, he’s still a bit weary for long haired cats to approach him but won’t tell them to go away, and he always feels guilty if he pets a cat that is not Sesame. He would be willing to buy cat popsicles and cat treats on occasion but tries not to overly them as he knows you’re trying to not get them to be overweight and stay within a healthy range. He’s also able to get some work done when he visits, though not too often as his cat takes up most of his time and does not like him to share his attention with his paperwork, deliberately plopping down onto the paper if he deems he has not received enough attention. You could probably get away with asking him a single stupid question while he is relaxed. Only one, so use that question wisely.

Overall is a good guest since he keeps quiet to himself and his cat, and if he’s talking he’s really quiet about it since he respects your rules. He follows every single one to heart, not only that but also makes sure other guests are taking it to heart as well.

SAVANACLAW. leona kingscholar.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.

“Shut up, herbivore.” The beastmen hissed as you tried to hide your overly smug expression. “I haven’t even said anything yet, Kingscholar.” You tease as he opens one of his eyes and snarls at you in a nonthreatening manner, one hand running through his hair as the other runs his fingers through the fur of the sleeping cat on his chest, unable to stop you from taking pictures without disturbing said cat.

“Aren’t you two adorable?” You can’t help but snicker as you snap another photo of the annoyed beastman. You were definitely going to post this on your magicam story when you were free. Distracted by your phone, you fail to notice his ears twitching ever so slightly as he looks away from you, his face just a little bit darker in color than before as he shuts his eyes, going back to sleep.

Leona had no interest in being friendly with a bunch of strays you brought in from who knows where. He actually laughed in your face the first time you offered him some coupon to your cat cafe, he had no interest being near rowdy students. That was until he had the most annoying day alive, a conversation twice with Malleus in a single hour and he used you as his stress relief, nearly knocking you onto the floor as he plopped onto you after following you into your cat cafe.

No one else was there as you hadn’t opened, and he understood the appeal. The room wasn’t overcool with regulated temperatures perfect for a cat, with dim lighting and soft music. You even had different parts of your cafe for different guests as you place him onto one of the longer sofas, finally getting him off of you as you poor him a drink and listen to his complaint. At some point he had a group of cats just laying on him and purring against him and snuggling and he’s fallen asleep, not waking up until you inform him you’re closing for the night, and not to move too abruptly with the cat still sleeping on his chest.

His favorite cat had claimed him during their first fateful encounter, being a persian breed. The cat is very fluffy with creamy white fur and golden eyes, enjoying swaying her tail against Leona’s nose and kneading at his chest, arms, feet, wherever she gets her paws on. She does not enjoy being disturbed but does enjoy the occasional pet and spends most of her time just napping with Leona and pawing at him. He claims the cat is noisy every once in awhile but he can be seen petting her with one hand as the other shields his eyes as he lays down, letting her purr against him. He flat out told you he was replacing her stupid black collar with a new one, a brown silk collar that’s just a tad bit loose, with a few golden engravings and a beautiful bow on the back in a lighter brown and golden moons. Nebula also gets cat popsicles every once in awhile that he gets Ruggie to buy from you.

He is used to a bunch of different cats crawling over him as they seem to naturally approach him, and he’s very smug about that to Malleus, but he does have his favorite. Nebula is his number one cat and he will pick her up even though you have a no disturbing the cats rule and he will place her beside him as he has a drink as he lays down in his unofficial spot while she climbs atop him and goes to take a nap. He’s not jealous but he just does not allow other people to touch his cat is all. Whenever you come over to bring him a drink he’s trying to pull you down and shamelessly puts an arm around you as you ignore his clinginess and return back to your cats and cafe. May use a cat toy on occasion but not when you are watching because you get a stupid grin and ask him if he feels like pawing at the toy and he tries not to leave you on a street corner.

Overall a horrible guest but a decent guest. He definitely does not follow every rule and acts grumpy but he’s very quiet except the occasional snore. He will also take a very long time to leave because you need to scratch his ears because he’s not “fully awake”. But in terms of cat parenting he’s a pretty good guest.

OCTAVINELLE. azul ashengrotto.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO.

“So… do you still want to complain?” You ask, raising a brow as you stare at the bespectacled boy with a smug grin. He swore that there was zero charm to a cat cafe and that you stole his business from him just two weeks ago, but now he had a cup of coffee between his fingers sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, a purring cat on his lap with documents on the table spread out as he worked. Azul’s face flustered a slight tint of red as he let out a small cough much to your and the twin’s amusement.

“That was the past, prefect. We found a way to make this arrangement mutual benefitting now, no need to bring up old problems.” He tries to sound professional as you snicker. Two weeks ago was not really a distant past, but you did work thing out. “Whenever you want a refill just let me know, I’ll leave you guys alone for now, I’ve got more to do.” You say, deciding not to tease the octomer further as you retreat back into the kitchen, leaving him to be teased by his two ‘friends’.

Azul had stormed into your establishment one day with a single goal in mind, to figure out how you had stolen his business. He came perplexed, how were you allowed cats on campus? Where did you get the money for renovation? Who was your supplier? Most importantly why did everyone favor the prefect’s cat cafe over the Monstro Lounge with quality service and quality food?

He had sat you down trying to be scary but you ended up putting him. You had offered him a proposal of a collaboration. If anyone orders a special item off the Monstro Lounge menu that day before coming into your cafe they’d be eligible to receive a little something from your cafe for free such as a cat popsicle or an extra thirty minutes added onto their time. He was weary at first but people came to the Monstro Lounge as though they were giving away free money as they came in groups. You both benefitted from this as you did not want food near your kitties that weren’t for them as that posed health and safety issues. He doesn’t know how but he also finds himself on occasion coming to your cafe during breaks as it was surprisingly calming despite his absolute hatred for these innocent cats when he originally entered.

His favorite cat is a Queendom of Roses (British) longhair with dark orange-esque fur with a fluffy white front and light blue eyes. He has no clue as to how but somehow this cat became his favorite as he purred against Azul’s shoes, nudging at him before eventually crawling into his lap. The cat makes little disturbance as Azul works, the purring soothing the octomer as he finishes up, occasionally finding his sleeves being tugged at when Butterscotch declares he’s been working enough by demanding pats. Butterscotch has also found himself on the end of receiving a lot of cat popsicles recently, and a collar upgrade. His collar went from a plain leathery texture to some high quality collar blue collar with tentacle engravings, and a sea patterned bowtie at the front of the collar, the center being a pretty shell.

He entertains other cats but keeps an eye out for his favorite, always reserving his lap space just for him. He mainly spends his time at the cafe after a large rush or when he has time off to work in the silence with his cat instead of the silence of his office. He actually finds himself working a lot faster in your cafe than all alone and he gets free refills on his coffee, so technically he is profiting than if he used his own supply, he justifies to himself. When he finishes work he may on occasion be found talking to you attempting to flirt poorly as you remain oblivious as he has no interest in manga or gaming. May occasionally be found brushing his favorite kitty’s fur and telling him he is going to become fat like he once was then still feeding him the treat regardless because he is very polite.

Overall is a very good guest as long as he has his kitty. Gets a bit antsy if he has to spend his time without his favorite as though he had been replaced but does not cause a scene or whine. Please make sure before you close he gets to squish his cat’s paw and knows he has not been replaced with a different cat dad.

SCARABIA. kalim al-asim.

KALIM AL-ASIM.

“Aha, prefect! Could I have another cat treat, please?” Kalim pleaded with you as you shake your head, doing your best at giving the puppy eyed dorm leader a firm no. He already had two today, that was enough. “But look at Taffy, she’s starving!” He says as you raise a brow, staring at the cat that was getting plumper by the day.

“Kalim, I love you like my actual child but no more. She’s even eating the other cat’s leftovers now at lunch time.” You scold the boy as he apologizes and pleads he will stop after maybe just one more treat as you sigh, putting your foot down and eyeing Jamil pleadingly who only pretends he can’t see you as he plays with his cat. “I’ll even pay four times the amount!” He said, pouting as you shook your head, ready to dive into the same discussion you’ve had with him the past three days.

Two hours, that is how long it took for Kalim to hear about your business venture and ask, beg, you to let him see. Apparently Idia had told Ortho who told the board game club members and word got around to Cater and Cater told him and Lilia and now he was bouncing off the walls in excitement with Jamil in tow. He was already prepared to meet the kitties and Jamil said it was okay so could you please go now? When he hears that there’s rules to follow he listens intently and follows them as best as he can remember, but he’s just so excited about the cats and trying your drinks! Also looking at the interior and more. Wait you also have gaming pcs and manga? He has to check those out too! His hyperactiveness could not be contained and you were a little concerned for the cats.

You were right to assume Kalim could not be contained for more than two seconds as he pspspspss at all of the kitties, toy in both hands as he was already playing with them, cats crawling on his lap and nudging at him, biting at him playfully and surrounding him as he held a cat popsicle out towards them, talking your’s and Jamil’s ears off about how fluffy and wonderful of a place this is. He had to tell every single person in his dorm about it, and his family, and people from other dorms as well, this was the greatest place on campus so far! Do you also need help buying the cat food or anything? He’d be willing to be another investor in a heartbeat but Jamil talks him out of it, partially. His favorite thing is official a cat in his lap as he drinks your own tea brew that he gifted you from his country… which may cost more than your entire life.

His favorite cat is a maine coon with black fur and green eyes. This cat has the world’s finest at her fingertips if she just meows. Kalim knows it’s wrong to pick favorites but he can’t deny that she is his favorite when she headbutts his chin and meows at him for minutes at a time even if he’s petting her. She’s extremely fluffy and starting to become pudgier but he doesn’t mind that as he gets her more treats. Her pink collar has long since been discarded as she now has a full wardrobe, but her collar is now the finest white silk and handmade embroidery with real gemstones and solid gold for the silent bell. Even the bow on the back of the collar is large and beautiful, she’s worth more than the students that actually visit the cafe and you hope you aren’t robbed.

Kalim does play favorites but also doesn’t. Things are very clear he has a favorite cat but he will play with any and every cat that approaches him. He respects your do not disturb the cat rule, really, but he just really wants to pet every single kitty. He always says he wants to try one of the pcs but ends up forgetting as he works on his homework failing to pay attention while petting Taffy and giving her kisses and then eventually falling asleep because he’s all tired out. He has read a few of the mangas but he reads it to Taffy specifically and Jamil has to remind him to be quiet for your other guests. He may have also asked his family to visit your cafe so you may be visited by one of the world’s richest couple in the future when the campus opens for outside guests.

Overall a great guest for the cats but a nightmare for you as he looks like a sad puppy when you refuse to let him buy treats. Also occasionally forgets and makes a loud noise when he enters and sees his favorite cat, and he can be a little distracting because he can’t sit still for too long at times.

POMEFIORE. vil schoenheit.

VIL SCHOENHEIT.

“When in Twisted Wonderland did this happen..?” You mutter to yourself as you brewed another cup of tea for Vil using the brand he specifically gave you for himself when he visited. He was adamantly refusing to even set foot in your guest room after hearing what you had done, but now Rook was taking a photo of him elegantly sitting down in one of your lounge chairs with a cat on his lap, purring loudly looking at the camera as though she understood how to pose and was a natural born model.

You bring the tea over to his table as he thanks you, lifting the cup and saucer elegantly as Rook takes a photo, already singing praises on how great it would look on his magicam as Vil looks confidently smug. You couldn’t believe this all happened just because Rook had said something about Neige and how cute it would be for a boy like him to be surrounded by cats. “Thank you for your patronage.” You say with a small smile on your lips, amused. Well at least a happy Vil is free promotion for your business on campus.

Vil was happy for you, really, but he was not going to visit the cat cafe even if you pleaded by his feet and rose someone from beyond this mortal realm to drag him in. That was until he heard Rook talking to you and Epel about how Neige would surely be so beautiful surrounded with cats and you agreeing and throwing in a comment about how it would make him seem more likeable and relatable. He knew Rook was a Neige fanboy but he couldn’t have you converting into one too, are you forgetting he’s the fairest of them all, and the only celebrity you should praise like that? If it is relatability you truly desire he can spare one afternoon at your cat cafe since he needs to check up on the place his dorm members have been spending their time at recently to ensure it is up to Pomefiore standard.

He originally looked as though he was going to fight one of the cats with how he was trying to mentally tell the long haired cats to stay away from him. He was so intimidating to even the cats that none were willing to approach him but one, a very snooty girl that begun pawing at his ankles, jumping up into his lap and kneading him as she claimed her seat. He found her demeanor pleasantly charming as she wasn’t that furry and she was good enough, he thought. He managed to get some high quality photos that did trend on magicam for the rare domestic sight of the Vil Schoenheit and a cat. It was surprisingly soothing for him and he did eventually come back where the cat once again claimed him as her’s.

His favorite cat is a siamese with cream white fur and black siamese patterns and bright blue eyes. She’s rather thin and does not shed fur all over his lap like some of the other cats. He makes sure to keep her fur shiny as he brushes her down and uses some toys on her. He refrains from often buying treats as she doesn’t seem fond of them and he doesn’t want her to be too overfed, a model should keep a strict diet. Her collar was replaced without even informing you, the old white one did not fit his or apparently her standard so he simply had to replace it for her. It was a pretty fancy dark blue color with golden engravings in the pattern of pomefiore’s insignias, a purely custom design, with a pretty bow in front, with a silent bell. It’s hard to believe she was ever a stray at one point.

He does not entertain most of the other cats beyond looking at them as he pets Iris. He knows his cat is a complete snob and will likely not entertain other guests, perched up high in her cat tree bed until he comes along so he would never cheat on her with being another cat’s dad. He has full faith that he is the only one that she will ever go to so he does try to stop by every once in awhile to make sure she’s getting the attention and grooming that is needed for a cat of her standard. He’s not into your gaming pcs or your manga corners, but does appreciate you do have school textbooks to borrow and a quiet study nook so that he can elegantly pet Iris with a cup of fine tea while doing his assignments as Rook fawns over them.

Overall a very good guest as long as you leave him alone. Follows your rules, does not talk loudly or much, and goes above and beyond with taking care of your cat that you begin to think it’s actually his cat he’s just letting you keep. You’re a little concerned he may just tell you he’s taking your cat with him once you graduate, but he is a rather good cat dad, at least!

IGNIHYDE. idia shroud.

IDIA SHROUD.

“I-di-a” You coo, bending down and whispering in the ear of the man currently on the floor, two cats surrounding him as he feeds them cat treats. The blue haired boy physically jolts upwards letting out a small whimper of utter shock of being spoken to as you chuckle. “Are you having fun?” You ask as he blushes, looking away from you as he turns his attention back to the cat pawing at his pant leg. “Ehehe, this is even better than watching the series finale to an anime live.” He whispers as one of the orange kitties crawls into his arms, headbutting him.

“You flatter me, glad to know you think so highly of my hard work. Ahem, our hard work.” You say as you pick up the other kitty, fixing their collar as you lightly run your fingers through the cat’s fur. Giving the cat a kiss to his nose and boop, you set him back down as you notice Idia staring at you only to blush insanely red as he looked away quickly from being caught. “Thank you for your hard work… prefect.” He quickly whispers much to your amusement.

Idia has become the number one patron. From the second class ends to the time you close for the evening Idia is right there petting the kitties. He’d actually volunteered to work for free, not as a waiter or anything but as a sort of cat playmate. He’d make sure the cats are satisfied and not bored and no one can touch him or look at him, but you said no, he needs to share the cats.

He’s the reason your wifi is amazing despite your run down dorm, and he makes sure absolutely everything regarding technology is perfect. It took him a bit to understand what you want and why that was necessary beyond you just saying cat cafes in your world have these things, but he understands what bliss is now. Anytime some machine seems even remotely broken he fixes it at a record pace.

His favorite cat had claimed him awhile back. A pure white ragamuffin that is extremely fluffy. The cat is extremely docile and she’d claim her spot in his lap, purring as he’d read manga or play on one of the cafe pcs, occasionally nibbling his finger when he squirms too much from gamer rage. Her original collar was a nice shade of orange, but he not so subtly changed it into one he got. A pretty light baby blue shade with small jewel engravings, a little silent bell at the front with a pretty bow on the back with golden stripes. You are partially convinced he genuinely does believe Ivory is his firstborn child.

He does play with other cats but has a favorite. He always pays for one cat popsicle a day at minimum to feed the cats and pays for other cat treats whenever he can because he is weak. He also is rigged at crane games so he can easily snack through the day never leaving the cafe. There are occasions you tell him stop feeding human snacks to the cat, they will get chubby. He ends up looking super offended on behalf of the kitties you dare said any one of them are chubby. When he’s not pampering the cats you can find him gaming in one of the pcs, grinding through an event. At moments like these do not approach him and leave him alone so he can forget he is actually in public and not his bedroom.

Overall a very respectful guest. He’s quiet, makes sure to respect the boundaries of the cats and the rules you’d set up, and does not cause any scenes. The only issue is getting him to leave may be a little difficult as he tries to give one more kiss… Or that he tries to come on your days off just to keep the little babies company. there’s also the occasion every so often that you can feel his gaze on you, only for you to catch him as he hides his face, the tips of his hair turning pink as he watches you work.

DIASOMNIA. malleus draconia.

MALLEUS DRACONIA.

“Child of man, could I please have one of those.. cat ice creams I believe they’re called?” Tsunotarou asked, eyes sparkling ever so slightly in childlike wonder as you let out a charming laugh, handing him a popsicle that was specifically made for cats to eat. He had always been fond on ice cream but now he had the ability to share it with someone else he liked, the cat that had claimed him a few weeks ago.

“Just one though, we don’t want to feed them too much now.” You say but know it will fall on deaf ears as you didn’t wish to ruin his fun. You didn’t think he had experience with cats before so you were pleasantly surprised one of your cats had practically claimed him, but it all worked out. “Worry not child of man, I won’t give him too many treats. Though I’m sure if I too were eating your cooking right now I wouldn’t be able to stop myself either.” Flustered by his comment, you leave him to play with the cat as you retreat behind the counter, he really was dangerous for reasons different than rumors.

He heard about your business venture from Lilia and was ready to pay a visit not caring if he scared off your guests but halted in his tracks when he heard you telling Sebek you were going to invite him. His mind tells him he has won the lottery and he retreats to fix his outfit waiting in the lounge for an hour until you reach Diasomnia’s doorsteps to speak with him. He is not listening as you greet him with a hug and tell him you’d like for him to come to Ramshackle for a surprise. Something about you also not opening the cafe today so it’d just be you and him so he’d be comfy, there’s really no reason to try and continue speaking he’s been charmed for over an hour, prefect.

He practically vibrates from sheer joy as he’s frozen, then rapidly shaking, then beaming as a cat waltzes up to him as though he owns the prince. He basically blue screens momentarily as the cat with such soft fur and pure innocent eyes meows up at him, pawing at his feet to be picked up. He picks up the cat as you watch curiously, finally figuring out he wasn’t listening to you at all as he stares at the cat’s eyes and then your’s. “Our child is beautiful.” He says as you raise a brow, shrugging it off as you tell him you’d brew him a black coffee and to sit wherever he would like. He instead chooses to sit at the counter bar, watching you and the cat that’s on his lap nipping at his fingers and demanding his attention as well. For the first time in awhile he feels as though something doesn’t fear him other than you.

His favorite cat is a ragdoll cat with white fur and black splotches and deep blue eyes. He claims this cat is your child and you have no idea what he’s thinking of but he seems happy as he shamelessly pulls out a cat toy and plays with him. Also slightly insults the cat by calling him brave or stupid as though a cat can comprehend what he means while mewling at him. Also asks you if he can also have a custom collar after Lilia tells him about his cat, and after you allow him to replace the old red collar he’s excited. Black is the color of royalty in the briar valley and Oatmeal has the privilege of wearing it on his new collar. A pretty black collar with green wings beside a silent bell that may be made of actual gold, along with a little dragon hood-cape and short plush horns you got him so your boys match.

Very possessive of Oatmeal. He will applaud other cats if they dare approach him but everyone knows he has a bias. He practically has been claimed by his cat and no one else is brave enough to go near his cat and no cat is brave enough to approach him, they are a perfect match. He has tried to take your cat back to Diasomnia but you have to remind him that the cat stays with you, he needs a proper schedule, friends, and he needs to stop being fed so many treats. He’s also incredibly smug about it and will come to the cafe on your off days as he talks to you petting Oatmeal and glaring at Leona on the opposite couch who’s busy petting Nebula but refrains from getting physical or suffer your wrath. You’d kicked both men out for an entire weekend.

Overall a good guest personally, but his reputation may cause some people to be scared of visiting. Regardless, he’s very polite to you and treats his cat very good, making sure to give him treats and enough exercise with a toy. May also overpay for coffee and start fights with Leona when you aren’t even open yet. In fact, how on earth did the two of them even get into your cafe? You literally just woke up and they’re spitting insults at one another.

EPILOGUE.

“Fnaygh! I guess I really am a business genius, Henchman.” Grim said as he dug into a can of fancy tuna, one that you had bought without having to worry about your budget for once. You expected success from Ignihyde students, but it seemed like your little business venture went above and beyond with students from all different dorms trying to be booking ahead of time and trying to visit your cat cafe.

“Right right, you’re the genius, Grim.” You laugh in response to your friend as you finished checking on the other cats, finishing up for the evening. In terms of profit, almost every single day you were fully packed with as much people you’d allow in at once, and you had to temporarily increase the charging rates. Despite the increase people still begun to visit, who knew the school filled with villainous kids would be so excited to pet some cats? Especially your regulars, they adored these cats enough they got the cats gift, not you, but the cat.

It was tough work to manage the guest room cafe all by yourself though, you had to admit to yourself. Perhaps you should take up Ace’s offer and idea at hiring some part time employees, your first year friends had already offered, so maybe you’d start training them for help?

a bit of a long post but i have had this thought for awhile ever since reading Idia’s guest room lines? So I figured I would just turn my headcanon into an actual written work. I have more ideas though for a separate post, but I am unsure if I’ll post it, but I do need to share my thought’s of Floyd’s favorite cat being a sphynx cat named prune that is very vocal and has a cozy ugly little sweater that Floyd likes to bathe with you.

©idiaa-shroxd. do not plagiarize, repost, translate, or use my works to train ai.

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s4no · 8 months

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PART TWO

+ feat: shuji hanma, tetta kisaki, hajime kokonoi, seishu inui, izana kurokawa, kakucho hitto & hakkai shiba

+ cws: fem!reader, twitter p*rn links, each character will have their own cws

+ a/n: the twt acc is mine !! you must be logged in to twitter to view the tweets. all characters are written in adult timelines (aged 21+) — part one | part two | part three

ಇ 𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗝𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗠𝗔. + cw: spanking (r), fingering, bondage (r), ptv, ass play (r) [ link one | link two ] hanma is dangerous— the type of predator that likes to play with his food before he eats it. he likes to hear the sounds you make when he bends you over his lap and lets sin and punishment wreak havoc on your ass, delivering harsh smacks that make you cry out and leave your flesh red and angry. he laces the pain with pleasure, rubbing his thumb between your folds and granting you a brief respite before he's spanking you again. the whimpers that ensue only seem to egg him on, but he exercises a great deal of patience as he restrains your hands behind your back in a pair of leather cuffs that fit snugly around your wrists. keeping you bent over, he gets to admire his work while he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking inside of you until he's buried to the hilt. but one hole isn't enough for shuji hanma— he's much too greedy for that to satiate his desire. so he plows into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the walls, and uses his thumb once more, pushing the digit inside of your ass deep enough to bring tears to your eyes. when you're like this, helpless and entirely at his mercy, hanma can't help but think you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

ಇ 𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗜. + cw: fingering, pta [ link one | link two ] kisaki is a multitasker and he’s a very talented one at that. you know this because he currently has two fingers plunging inside of you while he effortlessly steers the car with his other hand. not once does he swerve, not once are you worried you might crash. but just because he's good at multitasking, doesn't necessarily mean that he likes to do it. in fact, he's irritated that you couldn't wait until you got home. he’s annoyed that he’s been forced to divide his attention between you and the road. so when he finally pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he doesn’t even let you pull on your pants before dragging you out of the car. the moment you get inside, he’s unbuckling his pants and pushing you down onto your side. “so fucking needy,” he chastises, his voice dripping with disdain. he plans on making you regret your decision to rush him, and you find that you do as he grabs a bottle of lube and smears it over his cock. instead of pushing inside of your pussy like you wish he would, he feeds the tip of his cock into your ass, grunting at how tight you are unprepped. he takes pity on you when you start to cry, gliding his fingers through your folds, but his generosity only extends so far. not once do they go near your clit.

ಇ 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗜. + cw: butt plug (r), fingering, pussy slapping, spanking (r), bondage (r), ptv [ link one | link two ] kokonoi’s love language is gift-giving. he’ll return home from work with your favorite flowers in hand, buy you those chocolates you love when you’re on your period. sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, he’ll surprise you with that pair of diamond earrings you were eyeing at the store the other day. but out of all the gifts he’s given you, the toys he’s picked out for you are some of your favorites. he always likes to try them out later that night, so it’s not unusual when you find yourself lying on your back with a pair of metal cuffs clamped down around your wrists. they’re chained to the diamond butt plug that rests inside of you and you do your best not to thrash and squirm as his fingers delve in and out of your cunt. it’s even harder to stay in position when he brings his palm down against your pussy, smug at the way your entire body lurches upon impact. but that’s only the beginning of the fun he has planned for you because minutes later he has you on your stomach, chest against the bed with your arms restrained behind your back in a red leather set. “my pretty little jewel,” he croons, rubbing his length over your folds. he uses your wrists as leverage, pulling you back into him as he thrusts inside of you, and he swears he’d spend every yen to his name if it felt even half as good as your pussy does right now.

ಇ 𝗦𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨 𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗜. + cw: oral (r), ptv [ link one | link two ] inui likes to take things slow and steady. he prefers to take his time, kissing you tenderly and undressing you slowly. pieces of clothing fall to the floor one by one, and you both have wandering hands that dip beneath the few remaining garments, claiming what’s underneath. a low groan rumbles from his chest when your small hand wraps around his dick and you stroke it while deft fingers rub figure-eights across your clit. the tension swells, becoming more and more intense as his lips roam lower and lower until they’re between your legs, one hand splayed out against the small of your back to make sure you don’t try to shy away from his mouth. he licks you languidly, alternating between pressing open-mouthed kisses against your clit and flicking his tongue over it. just when you think the bubble inside of you is going to burst, he draws away and coaxes you onto your back, thrusting into you deep enough to send you toppling right over the edge. he doesn’t stop when your pussy convulses around him, not until he’s filled you up good and plenty. afterward, he lets you lay in his arms, fingers absentmindedly trailing up and down your back.

ಇ 𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔. + cw: dacryphilia, overstim (r), bondage (r), toys, ptv, manipulation(?) [ link one | link two ] izana may think you’re pretty when you laugh— even more so when you smile— but nothing will ever compare to the way you look when you’re crying for him. no, you’re downright captivating. the way your dark lashes clump together, lining with unshed tears and pleading up at him, gives him a rush better than any drug. it doesn’t deter him one bit, and he remains holding the vibrator against your cunt even when your legs start to tremble in the ropes restraining your limbs. you’re so sensitive from three consecutive orgasms that the tears streak down your cheeks, and a deafening sob wracks through you as he rips a fourth one out of you. he murmurs praise after praise, telling you how precious you look with your eyebrows pinched together and your bottom lip snug between your teeth. he deems four a sufficient number but he’s far from letting you go, deciding to untie you only to flip you onto your stomach and pin your hands behind your back. you’re sopping wet, heady arousal staining the sheets below you, so when he brings his cock to your entrance, it slips right into your abused pussy without any resistance. “don’t you want to make me feel good too, angel?” his honeyed words act as poison, subduing you into a compliant state that he’s all too eager to take advantage of.

ಇ 𝗞𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗢 𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢. + cw: ptv, size difference, stomach bulge [ link one | link two ] to say kakucho is large is an understatement. he’s mountainous, with broad shoulders and bulging biceps, and thighs as thick as tree trunks. he towers over you without even trying, easily double your size, and it only becomes more apparent when you’re fucking. truly, he loves the size difference, loves how small and fragile you seem in comparison to a giant like him. strong hands hold your hips in a firm grip as he thrusts against your backside, supporting your weight in case your legs give out. honestly, it’s remarkable that he’s somehow managed to fit his entire cock inside of you, and when one of his hands moves up to your throat, forcing your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him, you can see the sheer adoration in his dual-toned eyes. admittedly, your legs do end up collapsing beneath you but that’s no reason for him to stop— all it means is he needs to get you off your feet. that’s how you find yourself on the bed, bent over on your hands and knees, with kakucho looming behind you. the position is intimidating because it allows him to get even deeper than before, and you let out a breathless moan when he perfectly angles his cock to press against your g-spot. he helps guide you back against his pelvis, mesmerized by the sight of your pussy sucking him in with every thrust.

ಇ 𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗞𝗔𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗔. + cw: ptv [ link one | link two ] it’s cute how nervous hakkai gets when it comes to you— how this hulking gang member turns to absolute mush whenever you’re around. he treats you like royalty, bowing down in your presence and slowly worshipping your body until you're like putty in his hands. he leaves no inch of you untouched as he sits behind you, his hands squeezing your breasts over your bra while you let out appreciative hums, bolstering him on. one skims down your stomach and in between your thighs, his fingers skillfully rubbing circles over you clothed cunt that have your hips shifting from side to side. “so perfect,” he murmurs, burying his head in the crook of your neck and pressing a soft kiss against your skin. you melt back into him as he pulls your bra down, and large hands begin kneading your bare breasts, making you moan out in satisfaction. never once do his motions become rushed; never once does he put his pleasure above your own. only when you’re dripping wet does he deem you adequately prepared for him to situate himself between your legs and ease himself inside of you. his lips never leave yours as his hips roll against yours, swallowing your sounds like a man dying of thirst. he doesn’t fuck you— he makes love to you, whispering how much he loves you while you drown in bliss beneath him.

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suguruplsr · 7 months

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Hi hi 👉🏾👈🏾was wondering if you could do a smut of Gamer boy Getou x Chubby Goth YN? It's been on my brain for a whiiiile

Filled to the brim!

✰ ✰ ✰ you just look so cute , so don’t blame him when he fills you up.. to the brim !

જ⁀➴ ily for this <3 i’m not familiar with goth aesthetic so i tried my best babe!

,, gamer!suguru x chubby!fem!reader , mean!suguru , reader has dark/goth aesthetic , suguru implied to be a streamer , he came in his pants <3 , unprotected , cock warming , praising & degradation , cream pie , breeding kink , brat taming ? , dumbification ? , idk

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“omw baby. do you like them? my friends said they suited me.”

suguru hearts your cute pictures of the new outfits you gained from your shopping spree at the mall. never minding the periodic dings of his phone, notifications of the money you’ve taken out his card. always knowing he could make it up with more hours of streaming. and he tends to look forward to your ‘acts’ of service, such cute apologies for spending so much money even if he doesn’t care about how you spend.

hearing the sound of his queue ending and getting into a lobby, he frowns and sets his phone down, annoyed with being unable to properly admire the photos. turning on his mic and unmuting his sound, suguru hears the playful banter between satoru and sukuna who argues over which characters to pick, “oh c’monnn, man you always pick jett!”

satoru groans, the sounds of his mouse trying to quickly lock her in, and failing, were so loud. “and? i’m better on her. loser..” sukuna chuckles, making suguru smile to himself, locking in sova, deciding to let haibara play sage for once. “he isn’t lying. plus you’ve been playing wayyyy better on gecko ever since he was released.” suguru hums, wincing when he suddenly hear mahitos, obnoxious, voice ring through his head phones. “yea dude! plus you ain’t playing raze this game!”

“could you please turn your mic down?” “yea that shit is loud ass hell bro” haibara and sukuna scold the male, their voices visibly contrasting as mahito whines, grumbling something that couldn’t be heard over the mic. “yo gojo, my chat agrees with us. so go head’ n’ lock in before the game starts..” sukuna snickers, a laugh escaping suguru, “geez man, you must be total shit on her if your fans are goin’ to his stream just to prove you wrong.” their banter only gets worse as they finally load in game, the pistol round was one of chaos, for sure.

eventually, after their ranked match ends in 16-14, with haibara clutching their last round, suguru leaves the lobby to let his friends continue their donation streams. he didn’t really even feel like playing valorant today, especially since he wasn’t streaming. instead, he logged onto dead by daylight, grabbing one of his rehab monster drinks and taking a small break as the game loaded.

before he could scroll through his reels, suguru immediately remembers the pictures you sent him, quickly going to his photos. he was glad for his unconscious acts of saving your batches of pictures before even looking at them, every time. his breath hitches at the sight, god, you looked so cute. black thigh high stockings with cute little bows attached, it matched the mini black dress you wore. it had a ruffled fluffy skirt that sat just above the stockings, the plush of your thighs poking out.

suguru was sure that if he had just bent you down he’d get such a good look at— fuck. his dick was already sticking up high, and as much as he would love to fuck into his hand just from your pictures, it had been a while since you had let him know you were coming home. he couldn’t have his sweet girl walking in on such a nasty sight. sighing and spreading legs wider to relieve the tightness, suguru views the next picture. and he’s sure you’re trying to kill him.

small platforms with cute little leg warmers and another pair of black stockings, little holes in them. with a gray large jacket zipped down just below your cleavage, revealing your busty breasts tucked into a low white t-shirt. your neck was so prettily decorated with silver necklaces too. they were similar to the jewelry coating your hands. so little left to the imagination. more like, his, imagination. he just wanted to rip those stockings and wrap your thick thighs around his head. maybe hold your large breasts with his even larger hands, and suck on your nipples greedily. he knew how much it turned you on.

suguru decides to save the last photo for later, already embarrassed by how he coated the gray sweat pants he wore with a dark stain of cum. finally starting the game, he hoped that maybe a few frustrating games would take his mind off and kill his raging hard on before you could get home. he sends a quick text to make sure you’re alright before queuing up, smiling to himself at the immediate notification he gets within the minute.

and yet the world throws another predicament his way.

“seriously suguru? i just wanna hang out with my boyfriend after being gone for so long. and he’s just too focused on his game to pay attention to me.” “baby, m’gonna get a longer ban from queue if i leave for you again” suguru sighs, feeling your arms wrap around him from behind his gaming chair, already tilting his head to get the small little kiss you usually place on his neck. always on the muscles around his neck, which left him sensitive.

suguru tries to pay attention to the skill checks, his hold on the mouse almost faltering when you don’t stop, leaving a trail of black lipstick around his neck and shoulder blades with every kiss. maybe it’s good he always walks around with those tight wife beaters on. “please? jus’ wanna hang out with you..” you whine softly, one of your hands running up and down his defined chest, cute white and black ombré acrylics grazing him through the shirt.

“c’mere.” suguru groans, watching in his peripheral vision how you eagerly slipped under his arms, sitting up on his lap as he adjusted. “how about this, you sit on my cock and after this match, i’ll fuck you. properly.” a grin curls when you waste no time in rolling down his sweat pants, him sitting up slightly so you could full undress his lower body fully. “looks like you’ve already came..” you hum, palming his leaking dick, your thumb rolling the globs over his tip.

“you looked so sexy in those outfits sweetie. c-couldn’t stop thinkin’ of you.” suguru groans, hiding his character real quick and slapping your thigh, “hurry up baby.” he moans from the feeling of your walls constricting around him, you sitting facing him, whines already slipping out your mouth and into his ears as you hide your face in his neck. “sugu.. m’gonna cum~” he huffs, paying attention to the game, chuckling, “game’s almost over. just wait. you can do it baby.”

his praise has your pussy clenching around him, and as much as you’d love to roll your hips and take his dick without permission. his new chair had arm rests, forcing you to lift your thighs over them, keeping you in place. only able to wet his cock and warm him. “but i want you to cum in me. fill me up to the brim.” your nails dig into his skin, needy for the familiar feeling of when he’s spill his hot cum in you. it was always a lot, always enough.

“only one more left..” suguru mutters more to himself than you. but you could feel his cock twitch inside you, as if trying to stretch you even further. “hurry— please!” your snarky remark was cut off by a harsh and quick slap on your ass that wasn’t hidden under the short dress you wore, him laughing sickly from how high the pitch of your voice had gotten.

“i must spoil you to much. thinkin’ you can talk to me like that..” suguru sighs, kissing your neck as he focused on the last gen that was almost finished. “didn’t your mama tell you that if you don’t have anything nice to say, then you shouldn’t say it at all? tsk. stupid thing.” his sudden change of attitude made you tuck your head, thighs shaking as your squeeze your eyes shut. you loved it when he got like this. it was so hot, yet so mean. and the sting on your ass wasn’t very nice either. curse those skimpy lace panties you decided to wear.

“m’sorry sugu.. wasn’t thinkin’..” you mumble, tears prickling in your eyes when he gives another slap but perhaps the familiar in-game sound of the exit gates powering up gave you some excitement. ready for his match to end already. “it’s okay. you’re never thinking. what a dumb girl i have. so clueless.” the feeling of your pussy fluttering once again has suguru smiling, hurrying his character towards one of the exit gates. despite his low tolerance towards your impatience. he swiftly sits up after his character escapes, not bothering to look at the end game screen and picking you up.

“gonna fuck this pussy right.” suguru grunts, sloppily kissing you as he holds you against the nearest wall, holding your dress up with a pinned hand and almost pulling out, moaning at the sound of your juices dripping on the ground. “please sugu. need you to cum in my pussy. your pussy.” your whines has him shuffling his thick girth back into you, latching his mouth onto your nipples as he begins to thrust up into you. “yea? ya want me to cum in my pussy like a little fleshlight huh?” he chuckles, gaining scratches along his back in response.

“mhm! love it when you cum in me. feels soooo, fucking— good!” your eyes roll back when the head of his cock rolls against your sweet spot, jaw hanging at the feeling of him harshly sucking off your nipples before moving to your exposed neck, holding your plump thighs tight. “bet you wanna hear it too. gonna cum baby?” when you nod quickly, suguru deeply kisses you, tongue’s fighting each other in a moment of heat as his thrusts become faster and sharper. “hear how i cum in you baby. how i fill up— fuck, my, pussy, with, my, cum.” he speaks between bated breath’s, taking away yours in one swift angled thrust, your cunt tight around him as you two stay in a silent needy kiss.

your pussy throbs from the squelching sound his cum shooting into you. you could feel how the ropes of cum warmed you up. it was intoxicating. so sensitive to the feeling of the rest of his hot cum spilling in you. you were already creaming around him afterwards, your shared cum sticking to each other as he finally pulled away.

“sugu.. can you do that again..?”

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queerpumpkinnn · 7 months

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Kinktober 11th: Goosebumps

aka blindfolds with Spencer Reid

3k words

Summary: You find out about a new curiosity of Spencer's- to say he's enthusiastic when you bring it up may be an understatement.

Warnings: watching porn, reader is blindfolded, power dynamics, slight themes of mutual obsession, cunnilingus, heaps of praise, hair pulling, an ungodly amount of "baby", let me know if I've missed anything!

While listening, I recommend you listen to the altar is my hips - a Spotify playlist by me!

You don't know how you got here, you really don't.

Perhaps you shouldn't have logged into Spencer's porn account. It really truly had only come from a place of curiosity, wondering what your boyfriend used to keep himself entertained when he was away on those long trips. But when you noticed a pattern developing in his more recent saves, it had caught your attention.

And now, here you were, two hours in, staring at your laptop. The video was the same general formula as all the others: a pair that generally looked like the two of you, run time on the longer side, and with the lead that was supposed to be you donning a blindfold.

That was what had peaked your curiosity.

You weren't getting off to it, per se, but you'd be lying if you said your stomach didn't get butterflies whenever the blindfolded lead gasped or jumped from an unexpected touch.

And you'd also be lying if you said you didn't immediately start looking for blindfolds that could be delivered before he got home.

. . .

You were practically shaking with excitement on the night he was supposed to come home. You'd lit your favorite candle in the living room and pulled out all the stops to ensure you looked as delectable as he insisted you were.

You'd managed to keep yourself occupied with something on television by the time his keys rattled from the other side of the door, jolting your head in the direction of the foyer.

When the door swung open, you weren't surprised to see Spencer trudge through the door, bag slung over his shoulder and coat draped over his elbow. His footsteps were heavy and so were his eyes. When he saw your sympathetic smile, heard your "hey bub", his demeanor relaxed.

"C'mere," you stood, holding your arms out towards him. He pulled his bag over his shoulders and let it fall on the floor with a muffled thump. Spencer waddled with heavy feet into your arms, melting into your embrace so deeply you had to step back to balance his weight.

"Missed you," he mumbled into your shirt collar, arms tugging you close into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat.

You always prepared for the worst on nights like this- nights when Spencer came home. Knowing how possible it was for Spencer to come home rattled and on the verge of tears, you decided against pouncing the moment he walked in the door.

Tonight didn't seem like one of those days though- you'd learned to tell the difference between a long day and a bad day. But nonetheless you combed a hand through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple.

"Why don't you go take a shower, hm?"

"I smell that bad?" He chuckled.

"No, but I know it'll make you feel much better."

Spencer hummed, kissing your hair before leaving for the bathroom.

To anyone who hasn't lived with Spencer, the time he takes might have been a little suspicious. But you paid no mind- you'd found out when you started showering with him that he was very thorough, especially when he came back from a trip, back from sleeping in unfamiliar hotels and whatever else.

The view that greets you when he comes out, however, is more than worth the wait. You're draped out over the pillows when Spencer comes padding in, donning only a pair of sweatpants that hung criminally low, as if they were taunting you. His hair was always curlier when he got out of the shower, half-wet as he shook it with a towel.

"Feel better?"

"Definitey," Spencer sighed, leaving the towel at the foot of the bed as he crawled up the mattress, draping himself over your body and engulfing you in a hug.

"Spencer, baby, I can't breathe," you gasp, trying to shove him off through your giggles.

"Sounds like a you problem," he snarked, but he rolled off of you anyways.

You readjusted yourself so that you lay flat on your back, setting your phone aside. "I didn't mean leave, jeez."

"Make up your mind!"

"Are you going to come lay with me or not, Spencer?"

Spencer gave an exaggerated groan, but the smile on his face told you you'd won. You patted your stomach, and he gladly laid his head there, hands rubbing comfortingly on your sides.

"We've really got to get out of here one of these days." Spencer said suddenly.

You cocked your head down at him. "What do you mean? You want to move?"

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, if you really want to we can put that on the table. But I've been meaning to take a vacation- take us on a vacation- for a while now. I could get a whole month off, just for us."

"Yeah, you could. I don't think I have quite that much vacation time stored up yet."

"You could call in sick." Spencer rested his chin on your stomach, gazing up at with you with a playful tease in his eyes. "Say you got mono or something."

"For a whole month?"

"Yeah. And you just so happen to be in France recovering. They'd believe it."

"Sounds like a plan then." You hummed, leaning your head back on the pillows, fingers still threading mindlessly through damp curls.

The silence was comfortable, sleepy, but something else began to slowly creep in. Spencer's hands, gentle as always, had wandered, caressing not only your stomach but your waist and your thighs, making for a tantalizing journey. You wonder if he even knew he was doing it. He was keen on what spots on your body could get you worked up if only brushed.

The answer came to you not long after you pondered the question. He started pressing soft kisses against your stomach, nose tracing over your hipbone.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips before you're aware of it. This seems to encourage your boyfriend, whose hand is now tracing shapes into the inside of your thigh with his opposite hand, fingertips reaching just short of your shorts hem.

"Spence, baby, what are you doing?" You try to make it sound nonchalant, playful, but the suspense has you so on edge it sounds shakier than you anticipated.

"Nothing," he murmurs against the skin of your ribs, where sweet kisses left blooming warmth wherever he left them. The hem of your shirt was pushed up to the neckline- you'd barely noticed he'd moved it- and his mouth was warm and languid over your chest.

The silence was thick with tension, with unspoken electric desire. You felt it in your veins, in every nerve that was awakened by Spencer's touch. When he tugged your shirt over your head, you shuddered. It wasn't the cold in the room, it was the intensity with which Spencer gazed at you. His eyes were lidded with hunger, a burning admiration that sent goosebumps up your spine.

"So beautiful..." Spencer mumbled, more to himself. Awe might have been the closest word to describe the way he stared.

Perhaps it was the nervousness of being watched so closely, perhaps it was how long you'd been hung on a string, you didn't care. You reached out to his face with both hands and pulled him forward into a heated kiss. Spencer gave a groan, hands tugging your waist so that you were pulled onto his lap. You sank heavily onto his lap, causing Spencer to moan deeper. His tongue had slipped past your lips, making the kiss messy and wet and so dirty.

"Baby," you breathed when Spencer finally let you go, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your jawline. "I got you something."

"Oh?"

"Mhm, wanna see?"

"Of course, angel." Excitement coursed through you, and you couldn't help the grin that came with it. You practically leapt out of his lap towards your dresser, pulling from it a silky black cloth.

"Oh, now what is that?" Spencer cocked his head to one side.

"What do you think?" You teased, holding it out in front of him. He's silent for a moment, in thought, until he takes it.

You can't help the 'oh?' that leaves your mouth when he starts pulling the blindfold to his own face. He stops at that, looking at you curiously.

"No, go ahead. I just wasn't expecting that, it's usually the other way around."

"Usually?"

Shit. "I, uh, may or may not have gone through your porn account."

"I know," he said simply. When you blink stupidly at him, his eyes lift in a smile. "I opened it last night and found that something was already being played from the account. So I actually had a hunch this was coming."

You rolled your eyes. "I can never surprise you anymore."

"Oh, sure you can." Spencer stood, miming the way you held the blindfold out to him earlier. "May I?"

You nodded, closing your eyes. The fabric was soft against your face, cool.

"Gonna need you to stay standing, baby, can you do that?" The voice next to you makes you jump a little, and you can feel the breath from his chuckle fanning your cheek. But you nod, and his hands come to either of your arms, adjusting your position. You knew from where you'd started that he was pushing you away from the bed.

Your breath hitched in your throat when his fingers traced along the waistband of your shorts, the area when your skin disappeared and he met fabric instead. It felt like minutes before his fingers had actually hooked into it, pulled them down to your feet. A tap to your ankle told you to lift your feet to help him take them off.

It was strange, being blindfolded. Not just the loss of your sight, but the loss of the expectation of doing something. Anything Spencer might possibly ask of you you wouldn't think twice, but it was nice to have your focus narrowed to one thing, to be free of having to think or do, just feel.

"Relax, you're so jumpy." You swallowed at the lilt in his voice. Normally you'd fire back with a snarky comment, but you were vulnerable, physically and mentally. All you could do was melt, tremble.

Spencer alternated between keeping a hand on you to let you know where he was and leaving you completely in the dark, so to speak. A single touch on your collarbone set the skin aflame, even more so when his palm joined his fingers. For a moment he seemed to trace over you aimlessly, hand holding your jaw and moving your head around, as if under inspection.

The hand slithered around to the back of your head. It served as an anchor when Spencer kissed you, slow and sensual. He wasn't hurried, he was taking his time with you. Appreciating every gasp and huff and twitch, every inch of your body he could use against you. He knew each and every way to string you out, and he was intent on pressing every single one of your buttons one by one.

Your skin prickled in anticipation. You felt barer than you normally did; your underwear was still on, but you were rendered powerless, exposed.

And you could not rely on him for mercy.

"Please..." you breathed, although you had no idea what you were praying for.

"I know, I know." Spencer mused, lips trailing down your jawline, pressing soft kisses to your pulse point. His lips stayed firmly there for a moment, and you could feel it throbbing faster, more intensely under the increased pressure. You're sure that he could feel it too; that that was his intent.

"All in good time, baby." Spencer whispered against the column of your throat. "Trust me."

Spencer's hands ghost over your arms, tracing down with a touch that ever held a double-meaning. It was infused with love, worship, as was anything he ever did for, to, and with you. But there was a mean little vein somewhere in there that said he loved seeing you this way. On edge. At his mercy. A little scared, even. When his palms smooth over your waist, up, down, up, down, you know that he loves you. But he also loves the effect he has on you.

Footsteps signal to you that he's walking, and his hands follow him, letting you know that he was behind you. Kisses on your shoulder give way to strokes of his tongue, up and down your neck.

"Such a pretty body, baby," Spencer murmurs against the shell of your ears, cheek tickling your hair.

Spencer's lips do nothing if not in devotion to you, and this is true now. They press little sparks in between your shoulder blades, down your spine. His mouth reaches lower, lower, until he's kissing along the band of your underwear. His hands slide up the backs of your thighs, trail the junction between your thighs and your ass, tug at the leg holes of your underwear, his nail rubbing against your wide-awake skin.

"May I?" Spencer asked from somewhere behind you. You could feel the smile against your bum, as if he already knew the answer.

"Yes." It was more of a plea than an answer. Nevertheless, Spencer needed no further incentive. The pads of his fingers are rough, a contrast with his worshipping touch, as he drags your underwear down your legs. You were ready this time, lifting your feet before he needed to tap your ankle.

"So pretty," Spencer says under his breath; he seems to have picked up a new mantra. He smoothed his hand over your calf, a tiny reminder of safety and care.

Your entire body is at his command, awaiting any kind of interaction from him. Your thighs flex under his hold. Every vein, muscle, and bone were roaring with blood. You could feel it, and so could he.

"I can smell you, baby," Spencer groans, and from the way it sounded, his face was somewhere level with your ass. Waves of tingling anticipation rolled in your gut.

Fingers tiptoe up the backs of your thighs, tracing little circles around the junction between your thighs and your ass. They trail dangerously closer and closer to your cunt, and every nerve ending in your body is screaming at you how close he is.

You almost sob with disappointment when his hands leave you. You're stood there with no idea where he is, but you're sure he's standing right there, staring at you. You're tempted to reach out for him but he'd probably laugh at you.

Your confusion is eased when soft breath on the shell of your ear and damp curls tickling your cheek greet you.

"I love you," Spencer's voice was muted, but it spooked you a little anyways. You knew that was on purpose, to get you nervous.

But the shock of that was nothing compared to what he did next.

Without any warning, any clue, a firm kiss was pressed to the skin just above your clit.

You crumbled under his touch. Your hesitance to touch him was lost, hands tangled in his hair. Soft whimpers and gasps were replaced with a cry of pleasure and shock.

A call of your name.

"Yeah?" It comes out whinier than you expected.

"Take the blindfold off."

You've never tore something from your body faster in your life. Your eyes stung a little from the sudden light, even if it was dim. But Spencer, even through the seeming brightness, was still as beautiful as ever. Gazing up at you with a yearning lust. Hands hovering over your thighs, shaking as though rattled by some magnetic field of yours.

"Please, Spencer..." your fingers flexed and unflexed over his scalp, and you were surprised the words came out coherent despite your breath being caught in your throat.

No sooner than his name left your lips did he dive into you, tongue ravishing your cunt that welcomed him greedily. There'd been an almost embarrassing amount of slick leaking out of you- a representative of how much anticipation and want Spencer had pulled from you.

It was reckless abandon that drove Spencer now- not calculated or experimental movements. Pure hot pleasure spread through your body like wildfire.

“So wet, baby, fuck. I’ve barely even touched you, and you’re this worked up?” Spencer’s voice is muffled, barely coming up for air as his mouth works ceaselessly, groaning into your dripping folds.

“God, Spencer, ‘m so close, Spencer-“

“Come on baby, cum for me. Cum all over my face, please baby.” He said it with such desperation. Like he was the one begging, the one being pleased so intensely.

You'd been on the verge of an orgasm for so long now, and with his sloppy work against your pussy, it didn’t take much. His words rang in your ears and sent you barreling closer to your high.

When it hit, it washed over like a wave. Intense, clouding your vision. Your hands clutched Spencer’s head for dear life, mirroring the way his hands gripped your thigh, anchoring himself to you.

"Just a little more, baby, please," Spencer mumbled despite you trying to tug him away. His voice was dreamy, dreamier than yours despite not being the one who came.

"Too much Spencer," you whimpered, jolts of overstimulation making your legs twitch and tremble under your weight.

When he pulled away, he looked positively fucked out. His chin was messed with slick, and his hair was mussed over his hooded eyes.

"I think you made a mess." He says, eyes flicking downwards. Sure enough, your thighs were drenched.

"No, you made a mess." You lightly pushed his head as you walked (unsteadily) towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Fine," Spencer sighs. "I guess I'll just go to sleep. In this big lonely bed. All by myself."

"You're welcome to join me, you know." You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe.

"But I just showered."

"So you don't want to fuck me in the shower?" You questioned.

"I never said that."

A/N: No this isn't late idk what you're talking about

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mr-bas00nist · 7 months

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Can we get more botton Chris Redfield x top male reader?

They just got married and are on their honeymoon and just enjoying relaxing and fucking. Reader just being a horny man and just fucks chris anywhere even if people are around, like taking him into a bathroom that's near by a pool or something, going on a hike and reader fucks chris against a tree, maybe Chris's friends are calling him but he has to act like he isn't getting his guts rearranged

Thank you 🙏🧎🏾‍♂️

Dirty Thrills

Eating this up

CW: Public sex, rimming, praising, choking, blowjobs and overstimulation

You and Chris had recently gotten married, the wedding was gorgeous and filled with your closet family and friends. Lots of laughs, cake and fun. You and Chris had spent awhile deciding where to go for your honeymoon. You then mentioned somewhere hot and and beautiful, Chris immediately thought of how much he had always wanted to go to Greece.

So here we were. The resort was gorgeous and had an incredible view. It was great, but, you began to get insatiable. Chris couldn’t get your hands off of him. Whether it be a hand on his hip, chin or neck. You were so horny for some reason, it was a new side Chris rarely ever saw from you. Usually he was the needy one due to his long missions.

You and Chris were currently enjoying a nice hike. You guys had a tour guide that you broke off from due to your appetite for him. You couldn’t resist. Chris had his hiking shorts on and they kept rolling up his thick muscular thighs showing off his ass. His shirt was tight around him, one button undone letting you see some of his pecs. You had to have him.

His backpack was set against a tree just as yours was. His shorts were pulled down enough you could get to his hairy ass. You spread him, licking long stripes up and down. He had his hand shoved against his mouth as he rut against you mouth. His lips were parted and his eyes were crossed. He was so close but he didn’t want to cum, it would be way too intense, then he’d scream and alert any unfortunate fortunate passerby.

You noticed his reluctance and smirked as you shoved your tongue deeper into the bundle of nerves squeezing his thighs tightly. It hit him like a train. He desperately gripped his mouth as his legs buckled. He was basically propped up only by your face. He let out heavy groans and breathes as he pulled his hand away from his mouth.

You stood up grabbing your cock out your pants as you lined yourself against his slick hole. “God- please, sweetheart, not right now, not yet-“ you shoved yourself in with ease as he whimpered a loud ‘daddy’. You giggled as you put your hand over his mouth. “Don’t want anyone to hear us do you sweetheart?” Chris quickly shook his head.

You smiled as you began fucking him against the tree. You looked around carefully making sure no one went by. Although you didn’t really care about getting caught, being fucked against a tree in Greece wouldn’t look good on Chris’s perfect reputation.

Chris’s moans began to increase in volume again as he gripped the tree tightly. You pulled his hair as his back arched making it easier for you to hit his special spot. “Oh go-“ before Chris could even finish his words a wave of pleasure crosses over him. He began tearing up as you continued to pump your cock back and forth into him chasing your own high.

“S’ to much….” Chris cried out, the fact you guys were in public going completely out the window. You began to get that familiar coil in your stomach, the feeling of his hot wet walls around you getting you so close. “I’m gonna cum baby, gotta stay quiet for me…” You whispered as Chris put his hand over his mouth nodding.

With a few final pumps you let out a hefty groan as your cum seeps into him. You both panted for a moment before you heard the sound of chatter. You quickly pulled your pants up and his. You and Chris were sitting awkwardly on tree trunk and log as you waved at fellow tourists.

You looked over at Chris relived as you watched your cum drip down his thighs. He gave you a glare as you smirked.

“looks like we gotta get home.” You teased.

#chris redfield #chris redfield x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil #dom reader #dom male reader #chris redfield x male reader

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beebopboom · 3 months

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Unexpected Help

(a season 2 theory)

Saraqael opened the gateway in the bookshop

Or at least I think so - and I'm sure this has been said before, but this just clicked in my head, so sorry about that

One of the first scenes we see with Saraqael is them zooming in on the source of the plume of power - The Bookshop

Which we know was performed in the sigil

I also just think it is interesting that we only see the Earth in Heaven in scenes associated with the sigil - though in different areas of Heaven

it's in the room when Aziraphale shows up in Heaven after he gets discorporated via open gateway - and he uses it to go back down

Saraqael actively using it to search for Gabriel after they figure he is on Earth and being the one to show Michael and Uriel where the plume of energy, performed via sigil, is located

From what we see the view cannot see inside the bookshop (or any shop for that matter)

But anyway

Fast forward a little and we see Saraqael has joined in the confrontation of Aziraphale

"Don't tell me you did it”

"I'll send someone tomorrow morning to log and verify the miracle”

"We'll be keeping a very close eye on you, Aziraphale”

And then we don't see them again until Crowley is up in Heaven - so what have they been up to?

Doing exactly what they said they would be doing - keeping a close eye on at least Aziraphale

If we they were using the Earth in Heaven to do so and we assume it can't see into the bookshop - well they said they would be sending someone, Muriel (who we do see report back what was happening in the bookshop)

And if they had just seen Aziraphale and Crowley's outside actions - well I mean they weren't exactly subtle with Gabriel and they were pretty much always together

But a big thing they would have seen is the Edinburgh trip - in which one of them leaves and the other stays with the bookshop. The trip that gave them the first big clue on what is up with Gabriel.

So when the demons are waiting to attack the bookshop perhaps they seen Crowley go up the lift and leave Aziraphale with the bookshop - reminiscent of another time

but Aziraphale is their main objective and he is getting attacked by demons, so they stay. Then when Aziraphale calls out if anyone is there - well they are and they open the gateway and leave it open while they head off to go see Crowley and Muriel since the Gabriel file was pulled (and no one else is doing anything)

So they let Crowley watch the trial -probably tired of watching them fumble around - the final big clue

Crowley's and Saraqael's relationship is so interesting here and I feel like we are getting some glimpses of who they really are - while they call Crowley the enemy it is immediately followed by them talking about working with The Starmarker (almost fondly) - but this really shines through when Aziraphale tosses the halo

"I think your friend just declared war on Hell”

"This could get very messy"

Which isn't that interesting? It’s just not the usual language one would use with someone they view as an “enemy”

"Your friend" - not the usual words to describe Aziraphale or their relationship, i’m ignoring the metatron

"This could get very messy” - No question as to why he did it, just wasn't the way they expected it to go - very messy indeed

When they do get to the shop they aren't very surprised to hear Gabriel is there but I won’t stress this point to much since there could be other explanations

But lets talk about the big moment - Metatron arrives and they are nervous

Not just nervous but actively moving to the back but why? Well

they opened the gateway for the traitor

they helped a demon in heaven

That's not counting if they knew about Gabriel before he was revealed, perhaps since they began watching - and didn't report it

They just did a few big things that could get them into some big trouble and The Metatron arriving is no small thing - they just actively went against his orders. Nervous is understandable.

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but yeah just a little theory

and I know there are holes as to - “why they would do this in the first place?” “why they let Crowley watch the trial” “how did they recognize The Metatron” - but maybe that is to be answered another time

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens theory #aziraphale #crowley #good omens saraqael #saraqael

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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One Peril of Package Delivery

“Do you think this floats?” Paint asked, hefting the plasticky white box that was our delivery for the day. It had a label on top but no visible seams; I wasn’t even 100% sure that it opened, much less what was inside it. We weren’t paid to know.

“It kind of looks like it should,” I said. “Let’s not drop it in the river and find out. Sure you don’t want me to carry it?” I stretched out my long human arms as we walked.

“Nope,” Paint said cheerily. “My turn.” She rested her lizardy snout on top of it, clutching the thing like an orange-scaled toddler with a toolbox made for adults. It was a cute sight. I kept that observation to myself.

A stiff breeze made me glad for my coat. This was a solid walk between the spaceship and the client’s home, and while the scenery was nice, it was a bit cool in the shadows. Properly dressed, I could appreciate the alien trees that twisted into improbable spirals of blue bark, alongside this tributary of the river full of sparkling crustaceans. The rest of the crew had split up to follow different tributaries, with different deliveries, but those were surely not as pretty as this one.

Paint didn’t shiver at the breeze, because cold-blooded lizard aliens don’t shiver. She had a small heat shawl that looked like a red bandana tied around her neck. She’d assured me that it would keep her plenty warm, since it had little heat pockets of something-or-other that would generate warmth. And with the red on top of her mottled orange scales, it made her match the kind of Painted Sunset she was named for.

We’d been walking long enough to make me regret not asking to use the hoverbike when the tributary widened out into a lake, with the client’s house smack dab in the middle. It was an artful weaving of curved wooden beams, decorated with clay mortar and narrow stripes of wildflowers planted between the beams. Not a window or door in sight.

I’d noticed before that a lot of alien species could be compared to one Earth animal or another, sometimes subtly and sometimes in very obvious ways. The clients we were delivering to today were basically civilized beavers. I found this very funny in a way I couldn’t have articulated, so I kept that to myself too.

“So, do we just yell from the shore?” Paint asked, slowing as we approached.

“I think I see stepping stones,” I told her. “Let’s get a closer look.”

As we followed the shoreline, the stepping stones came into view. They turned out to be stepping logs, planted in the mud of the lake bottom, with a platform waiting in front of the house made of the same woven beams. No garden on this one, though. Just slippery-looking moss.

Oh, and a lantern on a post that glowed like a miniature sun. If I didn’t miss my guess, the little box near the top of the pole looked like a doorbell.

“I think our drop point is over there,” I said, coming to a stop near the first stepping log.

Paint held the box more tightly. “Really? Surely they’ll hear us if we yell loudly enough.” She looked around in that jerky lizardlike way, clearly hoping for any better options.

I wasn’t happy about it either, but at least the steps were close together. The only other sign of civilization around was the sharp drop-off of water at the end of the lake — this really was a beaver lodge; they’d even made a dam.

“Are these safe?” Paint asked, poking one clawed foot at the nearest log.

“I should hope so,” I said. “I don’t know how they expect to get their deliveries otherwise.”

Paint pulled her foot back. “Can we try yelling first?”

I shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

So we both stood there and shouted like the politest of absolute maniacs, and it did no good whatsoever. Either the sound didn’t carry through walls and/or water, or the client wasn’t home. Or they didn’t care about the package. But probably they just couldn’t hear us.

“Do you want to stay on the shore?” I suggested. “My legs are longer; I can handle the steps.”

“No, I can do it.” Paint stood tall like a confident toddler with a toolbox, and stepped carefully onto the log, tail waving for balance.

“At least let me carry the box,” I said. “Pretty sure I can hold it with one arm if it’s not that heavy.”

Paint’s eyes were wide and her mouth open for nervous breathing as she looked down at the water. “Yeah, okay.”

I put a foot on the log next to her, noticing that it wobbled slightly (which was just spectacular for morale), and I cautiously took the box. When I had it, Paint turned and leapt to the next log.

It really wasn’t that heavy. It probably floated. I was not going to find out. I tucked it under one arm and followed Paint.

We made it to the platform without any major disasters. There was indeed a doorbell on the lamp post, which Paint pressed triumphantly. Then we stood on the platform and waited, with Paint holding onto the pole for support and me wondering what the inside of the house looked like. Was the client in the bathroom? What was that even like here?

I saw motion in the water first, and pointed it out moments before something the size of a Saint Bernard surfaced with a splash in front of us.

Paint yelped and stepped back, her grip on the pole the only thing keeping her from scampering off the platform entirely. I jumped too, but held my position and got one shoe wet for my troubles. I was immediately 15% colder.

“Give it already,” demanded the client, perched on the underwater structure that held the platform up. He may have been an alien beaver, but his fur was all blue stripes like a fashionable tiger, and he was definitely glaring at us.

I stood up straight. “Payment first, if you please,” I said in my best customer service voice. I really hoped that this client wasn’t going to argue about it. This was a terrible place for that kind of debate.

But the client just grumbled and rummaged in a belt pouch that I hadn’t realized he was wearing, then slapped a handful of sparkly coins onto the platform. They looked like the local currency we’d been told to expect: something made from the shells of crustaceans like the ones filling the river upstream. I had no idea if it was enough. I’d just have to hope it was.

“Thank you,” I said, handing over the package.

The client grabbed it, grunted, and disappeared with a smaller splash this time. I shot Paint a relieved glance while I pried the coins off the muddy wood. Washing them at the edge of the platform was a tempting idea, but I didn’t want to drop any, so I just rubbed the mud off as best I could and shoved them into an empty pocket. Hooray for pants with lots of those.

I rinsed my fingers in the chilly water, rubbed them dry on my pants, then turned to Paint. “Ready to go?” At her eager nod, I started across the logs, with every other step squishy and cold.

The logs were mostly stable. Mostly. All but that last one, which gave in an alarming way when I hopped across.

“Watch out for th—”

Splash.

“Paint!”

The water was deep for the shoreline, and she sank nearly to her nosetip, arms flailing in a useless way that was more instinct than thought. I reached out for one and caught it, leaning and praying to anything that would listen that I wasn’t about to fall in too. I managed to haul her out, splashing icy water everywhere.

She wasn’t moving much, stiff with cold-shock, the shawl sodden and useless. I scrambled to grab handfuls of leafy weeds to dry her scales.

Hopefully these aren’t something toxic that wasn’t in the briefing, I thought grimly. Nothing to do about it if they are.

“Turn over; I’ll dry your other side,” I directed, unfastening the shawl.

Paint moved one arm, slow as a sloth. I rolled her over onto dry ground, then did my speedy best to get most of the water off. It didn’t help. She was hunched over and staring like a cold-blooded creature in dire straits indeed.

“Okay,” I said, thinking quickly. “Let’s get you off this cold ground and give me a hug.” It took some doing, but soon I had my crewmate on my lap with my coat wrapped around her. Wow, that was cold. Like hugging an ice pack.

She moved a little, nestling close.

“Does that help?”

A tiny nod.

“Can you stand?”

Headshake.

“Okay.” I thought some more. “New plan. Do you know what a piggyback ride is?”

Of course she didn’t, but it gave me something to talk about as a distraction while I pried her away just long enough to flip my coat around with the opening in the back, and urge her to climb on.

“No one’s been able to tell me why it’s named after pigs, and not an animal we actually ride, but my guess is that there were farm kids involved,” I said as she got settled. “They’re small enough to ride a pig. Not a terribly safe choice though, depending on the pig.” I freed a hand to grab the shawl and squeeze out the water before shoving it into a different pocket. Then, before I stood, I got out my phone and called the ship.

Kavlae answered. “Hey Robin, what’s up?”

“Medical emergency,” I said. “Paint got cold.”

“Got it. How cold?”

“Fell in the river, which is frigid. Can someone grab the hovercycle and meet us with a heat blanket?”

“Already on it. Eggskin!” she yelled for the medic and ended the call.

“Hhope … fast,” Paint hissed.

“Even if they’re not,” I said as I pocketed my phone and got to my feet, “I’m about to be. Nothing raises body heat for my species like a little exercise. Let’s see if we can make that heat blanket redundant!”

I took off across the grassy shoreline, pretending I was carrying one of my baby cousins who happened to be incredibly, dangerously cold, but was warming steadily.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #aliens #humans have body heat #and we know how to use it

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slytherinshua · 7 months

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ONLY YOURS

genre. fluff. newlyweds. warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!soobin x fem!reader. wc. 698. a/n. i want it to be winter so badly omg. also everyone needs to thank me for switching this angst fic (yeah, it was gonna be angst) to fluff at the last minute.

December 24th, 2011.

9:02 am.

“Race you up the hill!” Soobin giggled, already picking up speed to get to the top of the snow covered sledding hill.

“Wait up!” Your high pitched voice shouted, racing after him, tumbling over your own two booted feet seconds later with a shriek. You rolled down the snowy hill, giggling. You could hear Soobin’s laughter drawing closer. He peered over into your view.

“Idiot.” He whispered, the biggest smile on his face, a dimple popping out on his cheek.

“Idiot, yourself!” You threw some snow at him as he tried to help you up. While he tried to make sure you hadn’t hurt yourself, you took the opportunity to get a head start. “Last one up’s a rotten egg!” You shouted back to him.

“Hey!”

“Soobin! Y/n! Hot cocoa’s ready when you’re done playing!” Soobin’s mom called out from a distance. Your mom laughed and continued to record the moment on the video camera.

Pause.

Rewind.

Play.

“Race you up the-”

Pause.

You couldn’t hold back the endeared giggle that left your mouth at the paused frame. It was a low quality video given when it was taken, but Soobin had the biggest smile on his face, and you melted just looking at him.

“Babe, where are you? I finished putting away the kitchen equipment. Should we do the bedroom next?” Your husband of 3 days called from downstairs.

“I’ve already started on the boxes!! Come look at this.” You shouted back, smiling as you rewinded the video again.

“This is why it always takes twice as long for you to clean anything.” Soobin commented quietly, walking into the empty bedroom to join you on the floor.

You had both managed to set up the bedframe with some difficulty deciphering the model pictures on the instruction, but that was the only thing currently set up in the bedroom. You had tried to do it the night before, but had ultimately been too tired and had crashed on mattresses on the floor next to each other.

There were many things you were getting used to now that you had moved out of your parents house and into your new home with Soobin. You had grossly underestimated how long it might take to actually unpack everything.

You were glad that your honeymoon trip wasn’t scheduled immediately after the wedding. You still had 3 days to get the house ready so you wouldn’t have to worry about it when you returned.

“I found my mom’s old video-log.” You showed him the camera eagerly, pressing play on the grainy video once again. “Look at your cheeks!” You cooed.

“What? How do you still have this?” Soobin giggled, “You were taller than me.”

“That was a short lived era, you giant.”

“Being tall lets me hug you easily.” He pointed out, demonstrating by wrapping his right arm around you.

“But you complain about your neck hurting when you kiss me.” You reminded him.

“I should take the chance now while we’re both at the same level.” He smiled, leaning in slightly for you to kiss him. You laughed before obliging, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“We need to finish the bedroom before dinner.” You said, placing the old video camera back in the box. Soobin groaned at the reminder. He had been working on the downstairs all day, unpacking and organising everything.

“Can’t we just take a little break?” He suggested, using the arm he had wrapped around you to pull you down to the lie on the floor, your head resting on his chest.

“We can’t put this off for much longer, baby. We need to sleep on a proper bed tonight.”

“Just 10 minutes, okay?” He had already closed his eyes, relaxing completely into the floor. He rubbed his hand back and forth across your back, hoping to get you to relax as well.

“Fine. Just 10 minutes to cuddle with my husband.” You kissed his cheek and Soobin smiled at that. He was your husband. Only yours. And though he had only tied the knot 3 days ago, he felt as if he had been yours since he was little.

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royalsweetteaa · 1 year

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Love me, please

Pairing: dom!Max Burnett x sub!reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: SPOILERS, explicit smut, fluff, unprotected sex, hard sex, cumshot (facial), face fucking/deepthroat, needy!Max, Max is touch starved, daddy kink, family pretend (fake incest?), kissing/make out, slight degradation, pet names.

Summary: You and Max are a part of what other people would view as the perfect family. If only they knew…

3rd person POV

It was another morning at the Hobbes’ mansion. Max stood up around lunch like usual after spending a good amount of time at the bar the day before, fooling around for a bit until he got bored and returned home.

As he was leaving his room, he noticed the wide open door of the empty bedroom belonging to his mother and billionaire step father while passing by. He didn’t think much of it at first, until he got to the living room and heard a familiar sound - someone humming a song alongside the radio playing quietly in the background.

Still in his pajama shorts and t-shirt, he walks over to the kitchen where the sound came from, and was met by a glance from none other than his sister.

In a frozen state with her muzli filled spoon shoved in her mouth, she smiles, greeting him once she’s swallowed the spoon full. He laughs, returning the morning greeting.

“Where’s mom?” Max asks her, as he sits down across her by the kitchen island where she was finishing eating her cereal.

“She’s out with Richard.” She informed, unbothered. “Both left an hour ago saying they wish to spend the whole day catching up on their love or whatever.”

“Mhm,” Max responded with a simple hum. It was always quiet around the house, but with the knowledge of their ‘parents’ being away for the rest of the day, it felt more quiet and peaceful. More peaceful because there was no reason to pretend anymore. To be cautious. It was just her and him.

Unless…

“What about Tom? He around somewhere?”

“Nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘p’, “He’s at work, presumably doing nothing other than taking care of his books at his bookshop.” Her tone hinted to be condescending, and Max could hardly blame her.

He laughed, “Our stepbrother is a bit of a loser, isn’t he? And Richard’s wondering why we aren’t hanging out together all three. He’s just too different from us.”

She sighed with a chuckle, “He sure is…in more ways than one.”

Her wording sounded harmless, but Max knew the true meaning behind it. Anyone but them wouldn’t know a thing.

“And how are you, my dear sister?” Max spoke up again, trailing the sentence with humor. “How did you sleep last night?” He asked, as he stood up to walk over to her who was taking the last spoonful into her mouth.

She smirked, shaking her head. “Like a log.”

He kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her waist before he rested his chin on the top of her head.

“That’s good.” He replied softly. “How about we do something fun, hm? Let’s watch a movie, have a drink. Entertain ourselves. Bond with each other. Just like the good old days….”

2nd person POV

The TV was on in low volume, filling in as background noise while you and Max we’re doing something not so sibling like.

Empty shots and a bottle of brandey was on the table, the light coming from the TV screen illuminated through the bottle. The blinds were closed around the whole living room, giving the two of you secured privacy. Max was on top of you on the couch, trapping you beneath him while cupping your crotch as he made out with you.

In the eyes of everyone else and their knowledge, your current actions would have been deemed to be so wrong. But it wasn’t.

Because you were in fact not siblings. Your displayed sibling dynamic was a facade, - fake. Just like Madeline’s love for the Manhattan billionaire Richard.

It was nothing new.

Just regular business, - the ultimate con to get the money you were in the long process of stealing. You were stealing big, and there were no suspicions of it.

Not with how wholesome you were making out to be as the two siblings with a single mother who now have become a completed family with the widowed billionaire and his alone child.

But it wasn’t all business now, was it?

In the midst of your make out session, Max pulled you to get comfy on his lap, raising his hips to grind his bulge against your heated core.

Your tongues leave each other when you pull away for air, and Max decides to ask the question that he has pondered in his head for some time. Something he was already certain of knowing but needed reassurance of.

“This is real, right?” He asks, as he puts a hair strand behind your ear. “This… our relationship…you’re not faking it, are you?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I’m asking…games aside…you love me, right?”

Your guard was now lowered to the ground, with the reveal of your true nature coming to light as your eyes darken with lust. “Of course I love you, Max…you’re very dear to me. My dearest…”

Max smirked, his grip becoming firmer the more he let silence fill the moments.

“That’s good to know.” He muttered as he stared deep into your eyes. “I know how much you love me, but how about you let daddy know too? Show me.”

Nothing more had to be said. The two of you started to undress, exchanging a kiss for each piece of cloth that left your bodies. You eagerly dragged Max’s pajama shorts down, revealing his cock, fully erect and left twitching as he kept his gaze on you who was removing the last undergarment on yourself.

“Touch me, Y/N…” he ordered, and with a hum you complied. You sat on his lap again, touching his bare chest with sensual strokes while you sucked bruises on his neck.

You left his lap and got on your knees, presenting yourself between his legs. His gaze followed you intently when your kisses went further down from his stomach to his thighs, dangerously close to his cock.

Before Max could make an order, your lips met his angry red tip, kissing it teasingly before you sunk down further in for more.

“Good girl…always such a good girl for daddy…” Max praised you, and it made your lips quirk into a smile while still wrapped around his tip. Slowly you began to take him down your mouth, salvaging the salty taste of his precum.

Max groaned audibly, resting his palm on his face as he took in the pleasure of having his cock sucked. It felt too good, and he knew it was more than because of your excellent blowjob techniques - it was because it was you. He found you perfect in every way. Having your sweet cheeks hollow as you swallowed him whole was everything to him.

Even money aside, you meant everything to him.

He rasps softly, “Daddy wants his cock down your throat. Think you can give me what I want?”

Your head tilted slightly with glossy eyes. You had taken him halfway so far, but you knew you could take all of him like previous times. You had practiced with him and he had trained you well.

“Go ahead then.” He ordered.

He put his hand on your head, encouraging you to take him deeper, and you did. You bobbed your head slowly, the slick around the base of his cock helping the process go faster.

His breath hitched when you got to the base, your nose nudging his stomach telling him so without looking. Ignoring the slight pain in your throat because of his thick cock, you face fucked yourself harder, continuing a rough pace with Max’s hand pushing the back of your head, holding you firmly.

“Mmh, fuck! I’m not going to last long. Will you let me use you, sweetheart? Please? I know you’ll be so good for me.” You nod as best as you can before he bucks his hips eagerly, keeping your head shoved down as he used your throat to cum. With a strained groan, he spills his load inside down your throat, keeping you down before he lets go. You gasp for ear, slick running down your chin which Max gathers with the use of his thumb and into your mouth.

“Swallow it all, sweetie…it’s all for you.” Max coaxed. He heard the sound of your throat gulp down his sticky substance, and he smiled with satisfaction. “There you go. Got a nice fill in your tummy, hm? Daddy’s so proud of you, hon.” He praised, and you giggled shyly as he approached your lips for a kiss.

Max’s cock shines in your spit, perfectly lubed of it to pierce through you in one thrust. Max knows your body well, and based on the wet slick running down your thighs, he knows you’re ready.

He motions you to settle on the couch and to turn around with your ass up in the air, your face against the pillow as Max got himself steady on the limited space. “Gonna fuck you so thoroughly, you won’t be needing anything else for weeks. You ready for it, sweetie?”

“Mhm!” You hum eagerly.

“Beg for it nicely, sweetheart.”

“Yes, daddy! I need your cock inside of me right now! Please! Need it so bad!” You plead, and it’s all Max needed to hear before he takes you.

Max lines up his cock and pushes your back against the cushions before he shoves his cock inside your quivering cunt, making you yelp out loud from the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck,” He groans, slamming his cock in and out of you. “Such a dirty little slut for me, aren’t you? You want it harder? Want daddy’s cock ruining your pussy for anyone else?”

“Oh fuck...yes daddy, yes! More!” You cry out, pleadingly.

Max grants your wish by quickening up the pace immediately and sets a brutal pace. He rests his upper body against your back, entertaining your ears by whispering sweet nothings against them. His hands finds your breasts beneath you, and he cups them as he lowers his body, getting closer to you. He becomes more pleading by the minute, needing to hear those words coming from your lips again as he chases his high.

“Please, love me. Say you love me, sweetheart. Say it -“

“Ohh! I love you so, so much, daddy!”’ You moaned out as he kept fucking into you relentlessly. “I love you so fucking much! Aah, I don’t think I could ever live without you, Max!”

Your confession makes Max’s heart flutter with delight. He needed to hear that so bad.

“That’s good,…cause I don’t think…I could live without my sweet girl either…fuck!” He spoke, his out of breath causing pauses in his sentence. He felt your pussy tighten around him once more just then, making him undone. “M’gonna paint your cute face after you cum, okay sweetie? Want to fucking mark you.”

“Do it…” you permitted, before your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he ripped an orgasm out of you. “shit, daddy! I’m gonna - Mmmh -!!” You muffled your moan onto the pillow, and Max smirked at his successful doings of making you into an empty headed slut. Your eyes were dazed with your mouth agape, drool leaving your mouth as he kept taking what he needed from your body.

Eventually Max pulled out, making you whine from the absence of his cock filling your cunt, and he crawled over with his cock towering your face, stroking desperately to have his release. You rolled over to face him, the scenery in front of you being so lewd you knew you would be touching yourself to the memory until you find a moment to be together again like this.

His hips stuttered and he came all over your face, your eyes blinking from getting any of it in the eye. You poked your tongue out, hoping to taste more of his spunk as you were addicted to it. He stroke his length once more, directing his tip onto your tongue to get the last bead of seed on your tastebuds, and you moaned from savoring it.

Before any of you rose up, Max hunched over you once again, capturing your lips for a passionate kiss before you inevitably had to go back to pretend. Pretend like this never happened. That he hadn’t just fucked the soul out of you or used your throat like a fleshlight.

It was frustrating having to stay away from each other for weeks on end, but you knew you would be blessed with days like this once in a while. Where you could act out your pent up sexual frustrations. Where you could love each other.

It would all be worth it when you receive the money you were cheating your way into getting. Only then could you get your happily ever after.

But until then…

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sis. Don’t want any members of our perfect family to see what I’ve done to your pretty face.”

A/N: First S.S. character fic! Starting out with Max Burnett!

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! Thanks for the support! <3

#max burnett x reader #max burnett x female reader #max burnett x you #max burnett x y/n #max burnett #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x female reader

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landinrris · 7 months

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Snippet following Silverstone 2023 from the current pr fic wip!

Carlos calls Lando on Monday when he’s back in Maranello, if only to hear his voice. Collapsed into the sofa, fresh from the shower after his run.

Lando answers on the third ring, a warm, “Hey,” reaching Carlos’ ears.

It’s the single sweetest syllable Carlos has heard in the last forty-eight hours.

“Hey. I didn’t tell you yesterday, but congrats on the podium. You deserved it. You looked so good up there.”

Lando hums, an evident smile in his voice despite how hard he’s trying to fight it. “Thanks. It was pretty cool, not to rub it in.”

“It’s quite the view. I remember from last year.”

“Maybe next year I’ll be up on that top spot.”

“Maybe I’ll join you.” It’s quite the thought, one that has Carlos feeling more wistful than he was prepared for. They’re overdue a podium together— yet to fulfill their 1-2 wish from back at McLaren.

“You promise?” Lando asks.

It’s Carlos’ turn to hum, letting the conversation fall into a lull. He scratches at a spot on his neck he’d nicked while shaving and mentally curses when his fingernail catches against it.

“What are you doing right now?” Lando asks. Carlos would tease him about the suggestive nature of his question if he felt like they were at a place where they could.

As it is, Carlos feels like he’s walking across shards of glass.

“Just got in from a run and showered— in Maranello for now. What about you?”

“Spending a couple of days with my family before going back to Monaco. It’s nice to kind of just decompress for a bit. Log off social media.”

“Stay off the algorithm,” Carlos adds.

Lando sighs. “Suppose I should apologize for the last few weeks. My head’s not been great, and I’m trying to deal with it.”

“Lando, you don’t have to apologize.”

“No, I do because Max has already told me off about it. I’ve just been avoiding you without telling you why, and that’s not fair to either of us. I just kept thinking about what you said about the European leg and how she was just gonna be around all the time, and it's made me sick to my stomach. Fuck, it makes me sick just saying it again. But I don’t want this to ruin us.”

“Shit…” is all Carlos can say. He’s had a sneaking suspicion, but to hear it confirmed is something else. “I should’ve been more demanding about her not coming golfing.”

“It’s not just the golfing, Carlos—”

“No, but I should’ve been more demanding. I should have said I wasn’t going and done something else with you. This has already taken so much.” Carlos knew it was doing damage, but now it's different.

Their promises to each other are coming unraveled in real time despite how much they try.

“What are you doing this week?” Lando asks, an edge of hope palpable in his voice. “I could come to you or you could come to me, and we could kind of just reset? More than Canada. Just exist a few days and forget about the world.”

The proposition sounds like one of the best ideas Carlos has ever heard. He can practically picture Lando in his bed, sitting on the kitchen counter, pressed up against the glass door in the shower.

He thinks about Monaco back in May and the utter bliss those handful of days were when it was just them. They shut the rest of the world out. It would be so easy to say yes now. It would be so easy to buy Lando’s plane ticket for him with a couple button clicks.

Carlos’ brain slams on the brakes.

“I don’t think this week will be good. I think the plan is to let everything settle before the summer break. Either of us being spotted where the other lives will only raise Caco and Guzman’s hackles.” Getting them to agree to let him have this break in the first place was a lot. The last thing he wants to do is laugh in their faces and tempt them into something.

“Yeah, sure. That’s fine.” Lando’s tone is clipped— the opposite of fine, Carlos knows.

“Lando,” Carlos begs. “We can do things together on Facetime maybe. We can make dinner together tonight? Maybe watch something together even though you will fall asleep halfway through. It’s not that I don’t miss you, cariño. It’s that I am trying to finish this as quickly as possible.”

Lando sighs. “I know. I think I’d really like to do those things. I’ll be back in Monaco tomorrow night. We can cook dinner then?”

Something inside Carlos settles. “Yeah, that sounds good. I will figure us out a recipe. I can keep talking for now though if you are okay to.”

“I know I’ve been avoiding you, but I could still talk to you forever, you know.”

Carlos smiles to himself. “That’s good because so can I.”

They stay on the phone with each other for another hour and a half until Lando’s father evidently tells him dinner is ready. Carlos is morose to eventually let him go— he'd much rather choose to stay on the phone and talk about everything and nothing.

Carlos wants to hear more about the stack of old sketchbooks Lando found in the desk drawer in his room full of sticker designs. He wants to hear more about how when this is all over, Lando wants to bring Carlos home as his boyfriend and show him around.

Likewise, Carlos wants to keep telling Lando about the neighbors in his building and the people around town. He wants to talk about what color he should paint the living room because it’s too yellow as-is. He’s been spending more time there and has discovered he hates it.

Lando tells Carlos he’ll help paint it.

When they do hang up, Carlos feels better than he has in a while. It feels like something has shifted between them the tiniest bit. Not good or bad, but just different. It’s like they’ve taken a step back for a moment to something safer, and Carlos is oddly grateful for it even if he still wishes with every fiber of his being that he could have Lando here with him.

The next few days only reinforce the shift. Like taking a hit off an inhaler, suddenly Carlos feels like he can breathe again.

Sure, making dinner in parallel with each other feels silly, especially when Lando can’t get the peel off the garlic clove and he refuses to smash it with the knife because the instructions stated he has to slice the clove, and he can’t slice it if it’s crushed. If they were together, Carlos could help. Now, he just groans.

He feels less silly when they’re both lying in their respective beds the next night, the only light coming from each of their bedside lamps. Lando looks swamped in his hoodie, the hood pulled up and pushing some of his hair down onto his forehead.

“I want to kiss you so bad it makes my chest hurt,” Carlos murmurs. It feels like he’s shouting.

Lando gives him a sleepy smile. “I want to kiss you until my lips are so bruised it hurts. And then I want to keep going.”

“I want your name to be the first one I say when I wake up and the last one I say when I go to bed.”

“I want everyone to look at you and know I’m your other half.”

“I think the grid already does if I am being honest.”

“But I mean everyone. I want some random fan to think: Carlos Sainz? Oh yeah, he’s Lando Norris’.”

Just the idea sends a shiver up Carlos’ spine.

They go back and forth for an embarrassingly long time. Carlos doesn’t wish Lando was there any less. He wants to trace the dimples in Lando’s cheeks and on his chin. He wants to kiss each and every freckle and mole and memorize the pattern of color in Lando’s eyes.

Lando falls asleep on the call, his bedside lamp still on. If Carlos was there, he could turn it off for him. Instead, he just watches Lando sleep until his own eyes grow too heavy to keep open.

#carlando #writing tag #the pr fic is 32k so have a snippet #hell chaos summer 2023 #in which vibes are getting weird but they're trying really hard not to make them because they're together and they love each other #(even if they haven't said it yet)#they are each other's though and this ends very happily

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lcthebtswriter · 1 year

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fireside

pairing: tate langdon x female reader

summary: drawing tate comes with more pros than cons

tags: @korvenx, @sarahpaulsonldn-blog (I think this is @sarapaulsonlov3r lmk), @yeahokcas

warning: underage drinking

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The backyard of your house is bigger than Tate's, and he enjoys throwing class notes into the bon fire you've made.

Ashes twirl up into the air, burning orange and flickering out the higher they get. It's the weekend, so neither of you have a care in the world. You've swiped vodka from your mother's alcohol cabinet with the intention of filling the remains with water. Tate has consumed most of its contents, which is fine because he's a better model when he's drunk. Although it's something you don't like admitting, Tate is better when he's intoxicated. His racing thoughts slow like molasses and it allows you to capture him in the way you've always imagined.

He stares into the fire, skin glowing orange from the flames as your pencil races across the paper. You know you don't have time to capture some of his features since he fidgets so much. Tate is aware of your pencil and sketch pad; it's become a common accessory in your company. He's grown accustomed to the sound of lead scratching on paper. He's also grown used to having to sit still. If it weren't for you, the habit would have fled him a long time ago.

Tate does his best to keep his focus on the fire before him. Its embers burn hot against the stones of the fire pit it's encapsulated in. He tries to keep his head still so it's easier for you to draw. Tate doesn't know how far along you've gotten in your sketch, but you've pulled out the water colors from your shoulder bag and used a water bottle to fill its multitude of colors. The scratching of paint brushes can be heard over the popping flames, and Tate can get an idea of how far along you've gotten.

"You almost done?" He asks, not intending to sound so short.

Your mindless watercoloring ceases.

"No, but I can stop if it's bothering you, baby," you say.

Unbeknownst to you, Tate likes being the center of attention. He eagerly awaits the opportunity to be your model, your muse. If there's anyone he'd let stare at him for a set amount of time, it's you. Out of all the people in the world, he feels like you see him in a more honest way than anyone he knows. Those on the outside have convinced themselves of one thing, while you view Tate as the most honest version of himself. He loves that about you. Not only do you take things at face value, but the more you study the more you learn and accept.

"You're not bothering me," Tate argues. He turns his gaze from the crackling flames, vodka bottle between his legs and the chilled glass bringing him back to reality.

You offer a smile, hovering your paint brush over the sketch pad in your lap. It isn't easy capturing his complexion in such poor lighting, but you've managed. He's practically glowing, and you don't want to mess up the opportunity that has presented itself. Watercolor is a bit out of your orbit, but it's not like you can bring all of your art supplies outside without waking your parents.

"Go on," Tate insists. He's smiling, bringing the bottle of alcohol to his lips as the fire roars on. Earlier, he had piled so many logs that you're sure the flames will persist throughout the night. You don't mind, though. You're just glad Tate is willing to leave his room, the drugs, and the racing thoughts in his head to entertain you for the night. Sometimes it's hard to get through to him, but you cherish the nights where he's willing to do what you want to.

So you carry on. The sketch doesn't last long. You can tell by the way Tate is bouncing his leg on the soggy grass that he doesn't intend to sit still much longer. You scramble to finish your painting, careful not to smudge whatever pencil lines you've made.

Your head is swimming from exhaustion and intoxication by the time you're finished. Tate has entertained himself by tossing leaves into the fire and watching them shrivel up into ash. You're please by the sketch you've made in such poor lighting. Finally, you're comfortable enough to turn the sketch to Tate for his approval.

Silently, Tate turns his eyes toward the paper. It's him - definitely. His jaw is more pronounced than he thinks it is. The oranges, yellows, and browns meld together to encapture his figure. Whatever darkness surrounds his painting is relatable to your vision of him. He's eager to share his approval, but he doesn't want to come off as too nice. Tate hates overly enthusiastic people, but he also wants to show his appreciation.

"You're so talented," he settles. "You really should go to college for this shit. You could be a comic book artist or something," Tate says. His smile is genuine, and it makes you blush as you turn the sketch back to yourself.

You shrug and say, "Maybe."

Tate leans toward you in his arm chair, bottle of vodka long past dilution as its remaining contents slosh about.

"I'm serious. I love watching you draw. You're really talented, honestly." Tate says as he puts his hand to his heart.

You can't help but kiss him, feeling the warmth of his lips and melting at the tingling sensation it springs forth. Tate pulls away after you, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he clutches the bottle in his hands.

He's happy to admit that he's aware of the subject of most of your sketches. Ever since you started dating, Tate has known how much you draw him. He likes seeing himself in another person's eyes; a softer side of his being.

Sometimes he can't justify the space he takes up, but he finds comfort in knowing you see him for more than he is.

#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon imagines #tate langdon fluff #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader fluff #american horror story #american horror story imagines #art hoe

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thefruitiestofbois · 20 days

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We just needed time- pt1

"Listen up everyone!" Maria shouts, her back to the east gate entrance, holding a log book in her hands. The heat of the morning sun blistering onto my skin with the only relief a slight breeze swaying its way through Jackson. "I'm calling out pairs for today's patrols." I sling my rifle onto my shoulder before leading a horse out to the stables, stopping just before Ellie, Jesse and Dina. I'm extra cautious not to get even a millimetre into Ellie's peripheral vision, in fact I wouldn't even dare meeting those pale green eyes that held so much disdain towards me. As Maria calls out the names, my body freezes as she calls out mine and Ellie's names. Oh fuck me.

Shoving supplies into my backpack I jog over to Ellie, with my horse trailing behind, and she's adjusting her saddle and the two of us are the last ones left to head off.

"Wanna slow us down any longer or are you actually ready to go now?" Annoyance evident in her voice as she rolls her eyes and jumps up onto Shimmer. I mumble an apology- like a fucking coward. I mentally kick myself as I tail behind her and head off onto our route.

I kneel down, picking the white daisies from the ground bordering the stream, my horse a small distance away behind me. Ellie had gone with Shimmer on the alternative route, the plan being to meet up where the paths converged. It was safe enough, only minutes of distance by ride away from each other at any given point on the two paths in the woods, so we'd both be able to hear any struggle.

Flowers in one hand, I use the other to wipe off the thin layer of sweat off my forehead. This sun was not letting up, but there was only a few hours left of the sun this high in the sky. My ears perk up at the sound of an animal- probably a rabbit or a squirrel- snaking through the tall grass behind me. I dismiss it and turn to stroll down the path back into the woods and onto the converging routes. I remember at the start of spring, once all the snow and ice had melted away, there was no way to this stream unless you waded through the tall greenery but months of patrols, all of which probably had the same idea of seeing the stream and surrounding scenery out of curiosity, had worn down a path where the tall grass was replaced by shorter blades or patches of mud.

The decision to dismiss my instincts came back to bite me in the ass. Well a runner was coming to bite me- hopefully not in the ass. The achy cries gave it away, giving me time to evade it flung its body at me, jumping out from the greenery surrounding the worn down path. I have my gun trained on the straggler within seconds and I fire. It lurches downwards, grappling for my feet and I miss the shot. Daises still in my hand I leap backwards, tripping on a rock and this gives the runner the perfect opportunity to clutch onto my ankle, its teeth and vein stricken face ready to bite. Even with the wind knocked out of me from my fall, the adrenaline surges through me and I drag myself backwards, attempting and failing to kick away the straggler.

I keep slumping backwards and kicking it away, its cries almost washing away with the sound of the rushing stream as I get back to where I originally was. I deliver a kick with a brutish force in the centre of its face and I get the precious few seconds I need to aim my gun and shoot. The bullet lodges burrows into the space between the eyebrows- or wherever the eyebrows would have been if this thing was still human- and a deep red circle gushes out blood. Bullseye. I go to mentally high five myself before that raspy voice I hate yells at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ellie rushes off of Shimmer and storms in front of me as I clamber to my feet, the daisies long forgotten and flattened on the floor with blood splattered on them. "I was waiting for you at the end of the routes and what were you doing, taking in the fucking view?"

"Nothing is wrong with me, it was one straggler and I had it. It's no big deal." I argue back, trying with whatever declining patience I have left for this girl. Ellie has had it out for me since day one. I can't hang out with Jesse and Dina, my own fucking friends, when she's there otherwise she throws a fit. Why? Fuck knows. All she does is throw disapproving glares at me or send venom seeped scoffs my way.

"Not a big deal? What if you had been bit? Then I'd be the one dragging your pathetic dead ass to Jackson." "I'm not going to die if I take a break for a few minutes. I am more than capable of handling myself." I say that last sentence with a firmness my tone isn't used to when talking to Ellie. Scratch that.My voice isn't even used to talking to Ellie anyway. It's always been her yelling at me for looking her way or giving me shit for 'not focusing' on patrols. Hell I can't even eat my dinner in peace without her making a comment.

"You think just because you're a semi-decent shot that you're suddenly invincible and-"

"I'm not semi-decent, I'm good. In fact, I'm probably the better shot out of all of us." I interject and she laughs in disbelief. She marches closer and she's close enough I can practically feel the anger radiating off her body.

"I'll get them to write that on your gravestone. Famous last words of the world's biggest idiot." Fuck patience.

"Alright what the fuck is your problem?" She takes a step back, almost shocked that I finally have the balls to call her out. Her jaw even sharper now that she's spitting her next words through gritted teeth.

"My problem is that your arrogance is going to get one of us killed." She jabs a finger at me with the same intensity of hatred that her eyes glare at me with before continuing. "All you care about is yourself. You think you're brilliant at everything and that you can just waltz in here and take everything and everyone I've worked so hard for just because you can." What the fuck is she talking about? I didn't take anything. How could I do anything to her without even uttering more than a greeting to her?

"I didn't take anything from you. Where is all of this coming-"

"You took Joel from me!" She cries and her voice splinters, all her hatred intensified to the point where it rattles through me. I swallow hard as all the puzzle pieces of Ellie Williams fit perfectly into place. Joel had died a year ago, maybe a bit longer now but I can't remember exactly. She's right. I can't even deny it. Joel Miller died because of me. Because he saved me.

The blizzards that winter were extreme. The wind screeched around us, piercing our eardrums. Anything less than a loud yell was inaudible. It all happened so quick and bloody. I remember tumbling to the floor as a clicker tackled me, it came from nowhere. Joel who was a few paces ahead heard me scream, he must have, and he rushed to me. Memories of him tearing it off me only for another runner to launch itself at Joel. He stumbled with a grunt and that was the last thing I heard from him before he was ripped apart from the throat. Tommy and Eugene were too far away to even hear the screeches and screams over the winds. He died in the middle of nowhere for a nobody. I had only been at Jackson less than a month and that was one of my first patrols. I can't even place where the patrol route was, only that I never went that way again. He didn't even know me. And I hated myself for it. I hated myself even more know realising Joel meant something to Ellie, unlike me, who meant nothing to either of them but I still survived.

I always wondered why Jesse and Dina were always so tight lipped whenever I asked them about Ellie. It’s not like I didn’t feel anything for him, for his death it’s just that I had made my peace with it. People died all the time in this world but Joel wasn’t just another person, he was Ellie’s person. And I took him away.

I say nothing to her as I drag myself back to the stream. What could I say to her? There were no words that could describe the guilt that consumed me and there was no apology I could possibly muster to give Ellie even the slightest drop of closure. I think even if I did have the words, I’d never have the courage to look her in the eye and say them. I pick new flowers to replace the flattened blood smeared ones and head back to my horse, passing Ellie without even so much as a look, my head down and heavy with shame. Before I can carefully place the flowers into my bag on my horse, I hear the quick thudding of Ellie’s boots on the ground getting close before she smacks the daisies out of my hand and delivering a harsh shove into my chest, sending me hurtling backwards. “Fucking say something you coward.” Another shove. “Do you have anything to justify taking away the one person- the only fucking person I loved?” She shoves me again and this time our horses shuffle around getting increasingly antsy. “I’m sorry.” Is the only thing I can bring myself to say, my own voice cracking as grief just floods through me, ripping apart any resolve I had. “I’m sorry that Joel died because of me."

The rest of patrol passed by painfully slow and unbearably silent but deep down I preferred it. The minutes ticked away and Ellie, with glassy eyes and a permanently locked jaw, didn't spare me a look even as we made it all the way back to Jackson.

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Wolf and the flame

Summary:

again many timeline changes and I'm making the story my bitch.

Word count: 2,694

Chapter 6

Several days had passed since their arrival at Kear Morhen. Naurel was feeling much better between Vesimer’s treatments and Triss’s healing sessions but the tests they ran on her blood only left them with more questions. Something was different about her blood and Triss was positive there was some sort of spell that was keeping her subdued that the sorceress couldn’t seem to break.

Geralt had spoken to Yen at length about his wish and what it meant and how he wasn’t her mate but she disagreed. She felt as drawn to him as Naurel did, though in different ways, and reminded him that there was magic involved. For her, it was more visceral and hungry. The three of them had many discussions and Naurel was still unsure. What if her feelings and Geralt’s feelings for her were forced from the magic Triss felt attached to her? What if once that was gone that Geralt wouldn't feel the same and she had let him push Yennefer away? She couldn’t be responsible for that. Ciri seemed to be getting closer to Yen as well. With Yen’s help, she was slowly starting to learn to control some of the chaos she’d discovered.

She sighed realizing she needed to clear her head for a bit and wandered outside of the keep into the snow. Walking into a clearing from the stone structures she looked out over the mountain. The structure itself was dilapidated but the view was beautiful. She gasped when she felt strong arms close around her waist. Even in the snow, she hadn’t heard his approach. “It’s freezing out here,” he rumbled as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“It’s beautiful though. It looks so peaceful and pure.” She turned to face him. “Why are you out in the cold?”

“Cold doesn’t bother me like it does humans. I was just practicing a bit,” he turned so she could see the tall posts he’d been on while sword training.

“You know, you should probably teach me to use one of those just in case I have to defend Ciri or myself. I mean I know you are her protector but in case you are fighting a larger beast I could at least maybe defend her from humans,” she explained.

He smiled at her. “I will keep you safe.”

“I know,” she nodded “but you also have to keep Ciri safe, Jaskier out of trouble and countless other random humans safe as well so that makes you stretched a little thin. I just thought I could take some pressure off of you if you didn’t have to worry about me.”

He could see the logic in what she was saying and knowing she could defend herself if he wasn’t around did sound like a good idea. He stepped over to a bag of supplies he’d brought out to practice with and pulled out a short sword that was fairly light before motioning her to him. “Swords are heavier than people realize and they get into trouble when they fight because they choose one that is too heavy. This is a short sword and a perfect weight and length for you,” he handed it to her.

She looked at the blade as he stepped behind her pressing against her back. She let him guide her body with his as he showed her how to properly swing and slash with it. At first, it felt really awkward and unnatural but after several repetitions, it became easier and more fluid. He moved from behind her and sat down on one of the log benches as he watched her. “I feel like an idiot slashing and stabbing at the air,” she laughed. “Are you teasing me or is this real training?”

“It’s real,” he grinned, “and you are doing wonderfully.”

She continued practicing the few moves he’d shown her over and over until she got them perfect. It wasn’t until she heard him say her name that she noticed how low the sun was getting in the sky. “Come inside and get warm. You’ve been practicing for hours.”

“Wow I didn’t even notice how late it was getting,” she said as she shook some of the snow from her hair which seemed frozen to her head. They gathered the training supplies and went inside.

“Careful with that sword girl,” Lambert teased. “You might hurt someone with it.”

“That’s the idea, right?” she grinned and winked at Geralt who was helping her out of her wet cloak and moving her near the fire.

“Only if you know how to use it,” Lambert chuckled.

“You stab them with the pointy end, right?” she smirked. Coen, Geralt, Vesimer, and Eskel laughed.

“Smartass,” he huffed in her direction before tucking into his bowl of stew.

Vesimer motioned them over to his table to join him. Geralt noticed the look of unease he had. “What troubles you?”

“We have exhausted every book and paper that we have here and we can’t find anything on the discrepancies in Naurel’s blood and Triss has had no luck in trying to remove the magic that is plaguing her.”

“And,” Naurel asked after a long pause.

“I think you should go see Nenneke. At the very least she might be able to help with the magic but I suspect she will know more bout what is going on with Naurel’s blood than we have been able to find. She might also be able to help with Ciri.”

“Who is Nenneke?” Naurel asked.

Geralt explained about the priestess and her abilities and agreed seeing her would be wise. They made plans to go the next day. Triss was going to open a portal for them then she had to go back to Aretuza for a while. Yennefer had heard Geralt and Ciri talking about the trip and knew she had to act quickly if she was ever going to regain her powers.

Yennefer waited until Geralt was in a different part of the keep before she approached Naurel and Ciri, who were sitting around the fire in the dining hall talking to Jaskier who was working on a song.

“What are you doing?” Jaskier asked as he saw Yennefer approach. Something was off about her. He wasn’t a fan of Yen’s any day but today she seemed particularly shifty. Watching as she approached them in almost a run, he stood.

Naurel sensed something wrong as well and moved in front of Ciri. “Get Geralt,” she whispered to the girl. For once Ciri didn’t argue.

Yennefer threw down the vial and opened the portal. “Guess you’ll have to do,” she sighed as she shoved Naurel through the opening and followed behind her, kicking out at Jaskier as he tried to grab her but he ended up tumbling through with them.

“YENNEFER!” Geralt roared as he and several of his brothers ran toward the portal as it faded.

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Naurel hit the ground hard and everything in her stomach came up and spilled. She was vaguely aware of voices and hands grabbing her as she was bound to a chair. “Who the fuck are you?” Yennefer demanded. She was not at the hut where the potion was supposed to take her but in some tavern in a grungy little town.

“My identity isn’t important,” the man smirked. “All you need to know is that my plan has worked perfectly. Your selfish desire to regain your power no matter the cost has worked in my favor.”

“What do you have to do with this? The deathless mother is in control of my destiny!”

“The deathless mother is a demon imprisoned by the first withchers. Her only goal is to be set free and she will twist and contort whoever’s mind she needs to so that she gets what she needs. You were the fool who believed what she said, nothing more.” He looked a Yennefer in pity, “Volith Mier would never have given you your chaos back. She only feeds.”

“No!” Yennefer hissed. It couldn’t be true. She had risked everything for this just as she had to try and recover her womb.

“Why would I help you witch? Did you believe that Volith Meir would give you a potion for a portal? Please everyone knows the only way to her hut is with her little poem,” the man sneered as he tied Jaskier to another chair. “I wanted you to bring the girl to me. I don’t care about you losing your chaos,” he laughed. “You’re worthless without magic. I wanted the girl but if you couldn’t bring her then she,” he ran his hand over Naurel’s cheek, “is the next best thing. Geralt will come for her and he will have the girl with him. He won’t trust anyone with her after your betrayal.”

“No,” Yen whispered, tears filling her eyes. What had she done?

“Geralt has no way of knowing where we are so he won’t find us,” Naurel snapped at the man. “Your plan will fail!”

“I promise,” he leaned in next to her face, his breath was horrible, “word of your torture will spread quickly my dear.” He said as he snapped his fingers. Naurel gasped as flames flew from them.

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Jaskier shivered as the flames bit at his chest again. It had been nearly two weeks since their hell had begun and it showed no signs of ending anytime soon. It started out as questions about Geralt and Ciri. Where they were, what they knew about the girl and her abilities, did they know who she was? The longer they were there the less they were questioned. He was just hurting them and it was like the bastard was just getting off on their screams. Jaskier cringed when the fire fucker picked up a hot poker from the fire but he didn’t come for him, he turned to Naurel.

“No,” she shook her head. The burns were the worst. The smell that lingered the pain and discomfort that lasted even after it was over. He held the iron poker just above her skin, teasing her. “I’m going to watch him rip your fucking heart out!” she growled as the poker got closer to her thigh. Trying to control her breathing so she could ride out the pain was a lost cause. She was exhausted, thirsty, starving, covered in filth, and had no idea where she was. She spent all the energy she had glaring at Yennefer who refused to even lift her head and look her in the eyes. Yennefer who, short of being bound and starved like her and Jaskier, was unscathed. She was drawn back to her current situation by the white-hot pain against her skin as she screamed. The smell of her own flesh burning turned her stomach. She must have passed out because she woke to Jaskier calling her name.

“Melitele, I thought I’d lost you,” he sighed when she began to stir.

“Not that easy to get rid of me bard,” she tried to lighten the mood.They had bonded during their captivity offering each other the comfort of words and simply knowing they weren’t alone in all of this. While they couldn’t physically care for each other they would offer the other a distraction of stories or corny jokes to try and take the others mind off the pain. Jaskier was looking worse everyday and as much as he tried to hide it she was sure some of his wounds were infected. They were running out of time but at least they wouldn’t die alone.

“I have been thinking..”

“I knew I smelled something burning,” she teased.

“Oh that’s just wrong,” he frowned. “Anyway… he’s been going nearly a full day before portling back in now. Maybe I can break the chair somehow and use something to cut us free.”

“That sounds like a half-assed plan,” she chuckled weakly. “Don’t do something that will get you killed Jaskier, please. I wouldn’t survive without you here. Besides, we’ve tried breaking the chairs before.”

Before he could say anything Yennefer jerked and her hands came free. She was on her feet. She grabbed a bottle and broke it using the glass to cut them loose before they could even process what had happened. “We have to move now!” she demanded and they all headed for the door.

Naurel and Jaskier helped each other as much as they could and they made a straight shot toward the woods hoping for some sort of cover. As it turned out, luck was not on their side, ever, because several men rode toward them yelling for them to stop.

The men jumped off their horses and tackled Naurel and Jaskier to the ground, Yennefer, uninjured, ran toward the woods. They fought with all they had, Naurel landing several decent blows but a punch to the temple dropped her. Three of the men held her down and started kicking her.

Jaskier had never been a fighter but he swung with everything he had left in an attempt to break free. He managed a small victory shout when he saw blood gushing from one man’s nose but was soon overtaken by the other two. They held his arms behind his back while the bloodied man punched him in the stomach repeatedly. He looked up to see Yennefer coming back toward them with a big stick.

“Jaskier!” Naurel cried out. She heard horses and yelling then saw a sword gleaming through the air dispatching one of the soldier’s head from his body. The other was quickly kicked away from her and then she saw it. Her witcher, his white hair, and leather armor as he fought his way to her.

Jaskier was let go and fell to the ground as the dwarves jumped from a wagon and started attacking the men who were assaulting him. He’d never been so happy to see those tiny, grumpy little bastards before in his life!

Once all of the attackers had been dealt with Geralt knelt to check on Naurel and Jaskier. “I’m so glad to find you alive.”

“How did you find us,” she hugged him tight as he helped her to her feet.

“We have been checking every report of someone being held prisoner or tortured since you were taken. We just heard about a fire mage torturing people in Oxenfurt and came to check it out on our way to Aretuza.” He reached down and helped Jaskier to his feet putting an arm around each of them helping them to the wagon the dwarves had brought.

“Take them to the temple,” he told them.

“Wait no, I’m not letting you leave me Geralt!” Naurel panicked.

“Shhh my love,” he soothed and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “I have to kill a monster then I promise I will be there. Nennenke will be able to heal you and you will be safe there. There is no violence in the temple.”

“But..” she argued.

“Naurel,” he cupped her face in his hands and rested their foreheads together. “Please, my heart, I need to know you are safe.”

“I’m safe with you,” she couldn’t hide her emotions and tears were streaming down her face.

“You can’t go with me to do this. Promise you that I will be there as soon as I can,” he placed a soft kiss on her lips before lowering her to lay back on the straw in the back of the wagon. He covered her and Jaskier with a thick quilt pressing his forehead to Jaskier’s as well. “I will come for you both.”

The dwarves watched the scene play out not used to seeing emotion from Geralt. “Your woman?” Yarpin asked.

Yen chose that moment to move which earned her a sword to the neck. Geralt turned and stared her down. “Mine,” he snarled at her then turned to Yarpin, “She is mine.”

The dwarf nodded and called for his men to mount up as they headed toward the temple.

Geralt glared at Yennefer, not lowering his sword. “Say it,” he demanded.

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after dusk | 🔞

; optional female lead smut | ☁️

w; vampire!au, biting, blood

After dusk is the only time you can get a glimpse of her. She comes to you in long, white dresses that flow in the breeze with her hair tossed over one shoulder, the moon illuminating her face. There’s a darkness in her eyes that would scare anyone else, but you have nothing to fear from her. You know she keeps you safe. She’s there to protect you.

Your home is a log cabin deep in the forest, between large tree trunks and yellow and pink flowers that only bloom this time of year. You’re alone most of the time, keeping to yourself, gathering fruits from your garden and cooking meals just for you. You like the peace and quiet, and have no use for anyone else if it isn’t her.

You first met her on a full moon night. You happened to be adventurous enough to bathe in the river close to your home, not caring too much of being vulnerable and exposed considering you’re the only one living so deep in the forest. The night calms you, and the steamy hot waters of the spring relax your muscles after a day of gardening. You assumed you were all alone, but a creature appeared from the woods, ready to take your life.

She was there to ward the monster off. She barely spoke a word other than her name and to tell you it’s not safe for humans sometimes, but you felt safe with her. She looked over your naked body with a fire in her eyes before rushing into the shadows once again. She left you curious, wanting to know more about her, why she called you a human. Wasn’t she one as well?

An ordinary human couldn’t have scared off the sharp-toothed, black eyed monster that wanted to take your life that night. You knew she was something special. You knew she would keep you safe.

She comes to you when she is at her loneliest, you realize. After a few visits, she spoke to you more, getting a view of her own sharp teeth hidden behind full pink lips. You decided you didn’t care. She wouldn’t hurt you. Sometimes she watches you undress to bathe in the river, but she always lets you know she’s there. She will take a seat on the river’s bank, and for some reason you don’t feel shy in her presence. She looks at you with such longing, you wonder how empty her heart is.

Other nights she will sit on one side of the river, you on the other by your garden. Silence would intimidate most people, but it’s clear neither she or you are most people. You feel at peace with her around. You assume she feels the same, otherwise why wouldn’t she attempt an attack like the monster before.

“Your hair is beautiful,” she tells you one night. It makes you giggle.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you tell her. She bites her lip, sharp fangs sinking just enough into her flesh to leave an indent.

Then she disappears between the trees, as if she’s playing a game of hide and seek and the words she speaks are only teasing you between rounds. Except she’s the only one hiding, and you have to wait for her to return. After a while, you grow anxious to see her. Your day is spent thinking of her beautiful face, her hair swept over her shoulder, her flowing dresses, and even her sharp teeth that intrigue you. And if you give it a little while longer, your heart begins to ache for her, too.

She returns in two nights. You’re resting near your garden, staring up at the night’s sky. There’s a break in the trees that gives you the perfect view of the stars. It reminds you of her eyes, so dark, deep, and yet they’re full of mystery. She approaches carefully, the breeze blowing away her dress to outline her figure in the moonlight. She’s never looked more beautiful, you think.

“I’ve never been friends with a human,” she tells you after she settles close enough to you on the grassy ground. “I mostly just drink from them.”

If you were anyone else, you would run for the hills. You can’t help but to take it as a joke, not a threat. You always feel safe with her.

“What are you?” you question. You’ve never seen a creature like her. You’ve read about them, sure, but you thought the possibilities were beyond belief.

“A vampire, of course,” she says matter-of-factly, raising her chin and you giggle along with her after a moment. “A vampire princess, actually. I… live in the castle on the other side of the mountain. If my father knew I was here…”

“You have a family?” Your eyes grow wide. The question sounds absurd. Everyone has a family. But you weren’t aware vampires had their own.

“Well, not a real one… but it’s real enough to me. My father - my maker - he hates humans. I’ve… been a vampire for so long I don’t even remember what it was like being human. I guess that’s what happens.”

“Would he be upset to find you here?”

She giggles at the question, pushing strands of loose hair behind her ear. “No one will know. I’ve warned off all the guards that are supposed to protect me. I told them I would feed them to sharks piece by piece if they didn’t mind their business and let me do what I want.”

Now you’re giggling. You can’t imagine the beautiful, sweet woman before you being so vicious. If what she said is true, however, she risks her life and your own every time she visits you. In the moment, it’s hard to care. This is the most she’s ever spoken to you. You love hearing her soft voice to contrast with the sharpness of the fangs in her mouth. She entices you in every way.

“Why do you come here?” you finally ask, hoping not to offend, but by her smirk you realize she doesn’t mind.

“I like you,” she admits, making your heart flutter in your chest. “I saw one of my father’s useless minions looking to feed off of you that night. I wanted to protect you. I don’t know why. I just felt I had to.”

“I’m thankful…” Warmth swells in your cheeks. Is the quiet, lonely girl hidden deep in the woods actually flirting with a vampire? Your heart says yes, and your mind tells you you’re crazy, but you don’t care.

“I couldn’t stop myself coming back night after night. I needed to see you.” As she speaks, she crawls closer to you, slowly, being careful not to startle you by making any sudden movements. “I wanted to see you bathe in the river, see all of you, and when you made it clear you didn’t mind, I couldn’t stay away.”

She’s so close you can smell the scent of citrus and flowers. She’s so sweet as you inhale her, looking into her dark, lonely eyes and knowing exactly how she feels.

“By then, I just wanted to see you. I didn’t care if we didn’t talk. I like being here with you.”

A smile forms on your lips. “I like it, too.”

“I want to kiss you,” she suddenly says, but you assume there’s no wasting time when you’re a vampire. What’s the point? “Can I kiss you?” Your heart rate spikes. No doubt she can hear every thump in your throat.

“Yes… please…”

Suddenly you’re breathless and she’s taking you in her arms. Her lips find yours in the moonlight, drawing your body in with her kisses. Her hands begin to roam every inch of you she can reach. A whimper tickles her lips as you kiss her, getting lost in the moment being with her. Her touch is electric, lighting you up, turning you on, making the world drown out around the two of you before you know it.

“I want you,” she says in a gasp when she pulls away from your lips. You’re taken aback, head spinning and you’ve only kissed her so far. “I’ve wanted you from the first night I saw you. I knew it was dangerous to keep coming back here, but I couldn’t resist. I want you.”

She awaits your response, as if she’s getting your permission. You could never turn her away.

“Take me,” you whisper even though there’s no one around for miles to hear, “I’m yours.”

Her face darkens with lust and desire from the words. She wastes no time grabbing you, pulling you close right there against the grass. Your body comes alive in her hands, feeling her explore every curve over and over. Her lips fall to your neck, hearing her inhale sharply to take in your scent.

“You smell so good, love,” she groans before licking a trail from your collar to your ear. “I want to taste you so damn badly.”

You shiver at her suddenly dark, desperate tone. As if the beast inside her has come just as alive as you. She spends a moment sucking on your neck, not daring to bite you, but having a hard time resisting the urge. You know she wouldn’t hurt you. She wants to keep you safe, so in her you put your full trust.

“M-My blood?” you whimper. The weak, innocent tone of your voice strikes a chord within her. She growls in the crook of your neck before pulling away.

“Everything,” she groans, dripping two fingers into the collar of the dress you adorn before splitting the cheap fabric in half with ease. Your body becomes exposed, and she should be used to the sight by now considering how many times she’s seen you bathe and play in the river, but the sight still makes her speechless. It’s clear taking in the view of you fills her with so much passion.

Her strength is unparalleled in the moment when desire takes over, you realize as much. Another person sits before you, needy and desperate and wanting to taste you, but there’s a thrill to being with her. You can’t resist. You can’t back down. You want her just as much.

“I want to taste your blood… drink from you.” Her hands rise to cup your breasts, massaging them gently even though there’s dominance dripping in her tone. “I’m going to taste your blood, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes…” You gulp. Never have you seen this side of her, but you can’t complain. It’s another game she is playing. One of passion, lust, dominance and control. You don’t mind at all submitting to your vampire princess.

“Because my love knows I would never hurt her, right?” She caresses a hardened nipple with her thumb, sending a surge of heat through your body. It’s almost embarrassing how badly you want her, how much you crave her touch in the moment.

“Of course,” you whisper, eyes fluttering at the feel of her hands on you, massaging your breasts, toying with your erect nipples. She smirks at the sight of your chest pushing into her hands.

“Then my love should also know I want to eat her pretty little pussy.” The words knock the breath right out of your chest. She says it so casually, as if she’s thought about it night after night, and you assume she has. “I want to feel how wet you get for me. I want to swallow every drop of honey that drips from your sweet cunt. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

Your mind is nearly numb from the way she speaks to you. Never have you had someone be so honest and upfront with you. From her words alone, you already feel your arousal dripping onto your thighs, no panties in the way to keep it in place. It’s as if you already knew tonight would happen, and you came prepared for her.

You don’t respond due to the overwhelming nature of her delicious questions, so she takes it upon herself to instigate the moment further. She reaches with one hand, pushing your dress down to your hips so she can dip her fingers between your thighs. A gasp falls from your lips the moment she begins to caress your aching slit, running her fingers ever so slowly along your flesh, spreading your juices over the digits.

“I’ve imagined what you would taste like ever since the first night I saw you,” she admits while you whimper her name in response. Your chest heaves before you gulp, mind spinning from the pleasure she offers you just beneath your dress, fingers dancing between your thighs. And she's only teasing you so far. “I bet when you come, it’s so sweet yet salty on my tongue. I want to hear the cute little noises humans make. I bet you can’t stop trembling, too. I find it… so utterly irresistible.”

Your eyes flutter close, listening to her words, concentrating on the feel of her fingers slipping back and forth over your pussy. She’s not even trying to make you feel good in the moment. Her gestures are of pure curiosity, wanting to feel your arousal on her flesh. It’s as if she’s lost in her own little world of exploring your pussy, and you’re only lucky to receive the bliss that follows.

“Oh… already so wet, my love,” she giggles, sharp teeth flashing beneath her lips. Her fingers swirl around your entrance, loving how it feels to have your juices on her flesh. You can’t stop yourself from rocking your hips against her hand. Desperately, you want more, but you know she’s playing her game. She’s in control. “I think I want to play with you with my tongue now. Will you let me?”

Your eyes grow wide, but only for a moment. All you can do is whimper a reply as your heart races and your pussy aches with need, giving her permission. In the moment you know you would let her do anything she wanted to you. You can’t resist her.

She pulls her hand from your body, but only for a moment. Before you can protest, she’s tugging your dress down your body, past your hips and feet, and tossing it aside. Now you’re completely bare before her. The way she looks at you under the moonlight sends goosebumps flooding your skin. It’s as if you’re her next meal, in more ways than one, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

With urgency, she spreads your thighs apart, taking in the sight of your swollen, aching pussy glistening beneath the moonlight. You swear you see her lick her lips a moment before she dips her head to your body. “So pretty,” is all she says a second before swiping her tongue over your slit, sending a chill racing down your spine before the heat begins to swell from pure desire. “Tastes so good.” She mumbles against your flesh, massaging your slit with her tongue until your mind goes hazy.

You cry out her name, head falling back, eyes attempting to focus on the little spot in the sky you love so much. It’s no use. Not with her tongue drawing out whimpers and moans every time she licks over your clit.

She takes her time tasting you, groaning from the way your juices drip over her tongue. She dips inside your pussy for a moment before easing her way back to your clit. Then she wraps her lips around, sucking lightly, but you can barely feel the points of her teeth against your flesh. She’s careful with them, at least, making sure to offer you nothing but pleasure in the moment.

“You’re already shaking,” she says with a giggle, two hands on your inner thighs to keep them parted for her. “Does it feel good, my love? With my tongue on your pussy like this? Will you come for me?”

Chest heaving, you give her another strained yes in response. She giggles once again, pressing her mouth to your cunt to lap up the honey that spills out for her. Then she’s back to pleasuring your clit, pressing the flat of her tongue over your folds to massage diligently. The tension coils in the pit of your stomach. You know from her words and her tongue you won’t last much longer. She’s already gotten you so worked up. All you want to do is come on her tongue, just like she wanted.

You’re so lost in the moment, you don’t even realize her hand has slipped beneath her own dress. Her fingers play with her own pussy as she eats you out, and it’s not until she begins to moan between your thighs do you notice how she pleasures herself while pleasuring you.

You whimper her name, earning her attention for a moment as she pulls her head from between your thighs.

“Yes, my love?” She smirks up at you.

“I want… want to taste you… too.” It’s all you can manage to say in a heavy exhale, but she gets the hint.

“Oh? You want to eat my pussy while I eat yours?” Another giggle fills the air, heat washing over you for the hundredth time. She’s so careless with her words, yet so careful with you. You know it’s a part of the game, but it’s gotten you so worked up you can barely stand it. “Want me to sit on your face, ride your tongue while I continue eating out this pretty pussy of yours? Does that sound good, love?”

God, did it ever. You can barely get any words out, so all you do is nod. She smirks once again, making quick work of her own dress and tossing it aside. Now she’s bare before you, but unlike her, you didn't get glimpses of her body beforehand. You take in the sight of her, pointed nipples on display, her soft skin, the patch of hair peeking out from her thighs. She’s absolutely perfect, and in the moment, she’s all yours.

After you lay flat on the ground, she crawls over you with care. She faces the opposite of you, easing her already wet pussy over your face with a leg over your head, while her own mouth nears your awaiting slit. Her slit glistens inches from your lips, giving you the perfect view of her cunt you wanted so badly to taste.

With hands on her thighs, you lower her body to your mouth, tongue darting out lick from her entrance to her clit, and back down again. She can’t help but to moan, back bending, ass rising until she rolls her pussy against your mouth.

“Mm, so good, my love,” she encourages you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss over your drenched slit. “Eat my pussy, just like that.”

There’s no way you could ever deny her. You massage her slit with your tongue, finding her clit as she rocks against your mouth. She turns her attention back to you, whimpers and moans spilling from within her between doing circles around your clit. You taste one another, moaning against each other’s flesh, giving her pleasure and her doing the same in return. Even with her face buried between your thighs, you still hear her cries, feeling her pull away every so often just to moan your name from the pure bliss.

Her weight presses down on you as you taste her, smell her arousal, lap up every drop of her juices that drip out. You tremble underneath her thanks to her tongue, and she tightens her grip on your thighs when you hit just the right pace. Your tongue caresses her swollen clit in circles, picking up speed the more she rides your face. She grinds against your mouth, getting lost in the moment and the way it feels to have you play between her folds.

“That feels so good, love,” she cries out, throwing her head back. She presses her pussy to your mouth even harder, beginning to tremble as you eat her out. “Fuck, don’t stop. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”

She hisses, throwing her body back and fully riding your face now. Your hands wrap around her thighs to hold her in place. Arousal drips over your tongue, down your throat as you bring her bliss, licking, sucking on her clit.

“I’m gonna come,” she warns in a gasp, moaning your name once again as the pleasure takes hold of her. She’s lost control, riding the waves of bliss against your tongue, crying out into the midnight sky, rolling her hips and whimpering how good it feels over and over to come on your face.

And just when you think she begins to come down, she falls forward, taking your inner thigh in her mouth without warning. Her sharp fangs pierce your skin in seconds, causing you to pull away from her pussy with a gasp. The pinching pain only lasts for a second before bliss swells your body, finding pleasure in the way she drinks from you. Whimpering, she sucks the blood from your inner thigh, so high on her own release and the way you taste. The sensation makes you light-headed, the world spinning around you yet time slows down all at once until the moment she pulls her mouth away.

She groans while licking up the remnants of your blood trickling down your thigh. You’re left breathless, and even more so when she dives right back between your legs.

“So, so good, my love,” she mumbles, maybe more to herself than to you, completely lost in the moment. “Taste so fucking good. I want to do this every night forever.” She massages your clit with urgency, wanting to feel you come undone around her. Your body trembles, so overwhelmed, so high off of being fed on, being tasted.

You cry out with a gasp of her name, “I’m… I’m getting close.”

“Come for me,” she demands with a sharp tone, leaning forward a bit more so she can reach with her fingers to sink them into your pussy. Two digits slide in with ease as she continues to tend to your clit, drawing you that much closer to the edge. “Come on my fingers and tongue. I want to feel you squeezing around me.”

The words bring you that much closer to the edge. Heat swells and the tension coils until it snaps entirely, bliss bursting inside of you as electricity surges through your body. Waves and waves of heat course through you, trembling, whimpering, rolling your hips and tightening your legs around her. It’s all too much, and yet it’s just enough. It’s everything you’ve wanted from her, so lost in bliss, so lost in her.

She feels you begin to come down, so she eases her fingers from within you. Carefully, she slips to the spot next to you, face to face, hand roaming your body to ease the tension as you fall from the high.

“You really are so beautiful,” she tells you, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. All you can do is grin, tired from the blood loss and the pleasure. Together, the two of you lay in the grass in silence, staring up at the stars, wanting the moment to last longer than it can.

Eventually she has to go back to her castle. The sun will rise soon. She can’t let anyone know she was with you. She promises to return soon with a kiss on your lips. You tell her you can’t wait to see her again, not caring if she’s a monster or a vampire or anything else. All you know is you feel safe with her, and she is completely in love with you.

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An Honest Guide to Tumblr for Twitter Refugees (Part 1)

I know there are already tons of guides out there, but my WiFi was down the whole day and I got nothing else to do. Spent the entire morning making gifs, but still no WiFi, and I’m like, fck this let’s make a Tumblr guide.

Now, assuming you’ve already signed up and was able to snatch a fancy url*, here’s what you should do next: Log into Tumblr on desktop. You probably made your account through the app, and that’s cool and all, but for this guide, I’ll be showing some features that are currently only available on desktop Tumblr, so go ahead and get your laptop or PC out. Following this guide will also be easier on desktop.

*url = basically your username/handle on this site. We call them url’s because it what makes your domain name on your blog. More on this later.

Covered in Part 1:

Configuring your Tumblr Settings (filters, community labels, algorithms, etc.)

Customizing your Tumblr (how to avoid being mistaken as a bot**, enabling your Tumblr website, finding a Tumblr theme)

**this wasn’t included when I first made this post but decided to add it coz it’s really important.

Configuring your Tumblr Settings

Filters and Community Labels

Go to tumblr.com/settings/account. Here, you’ll find one of Tumblr’s most important features: filters and community labels. Filters are similar to Twitter’s “mute words” feature, and they come in two types: Tag and Content filters

Unlike Twitter, where tags are part of the post itself, Tumblr has a dedicated section at the bottom of the post to add tags.

Tag filters block out posts that are specifically tagged with #tag, while Content filters block posts containing a certain word within the body of the post itself. Once you have these set, you will never see such posts when using the search feature on Tumblr. It will still show up on your dashboard though, but it will look this and comes with the option to view the post for whenever you’re curious:

As for Community Labels, this should be self-explanatory. Mature content is now allowed on Tumblr, but if you don’t want to see such content, you can always opt-out.

Go wild in using these two features. Tumblr is the only major social media left that still allows you to liberally curate your feed. The peeps here on Tumblr mainly still abide by the “don’t like, don’t interact” rule from the old days. Calling out or cancelling a user for what they’re posting will get you nowhere. That’s just not how it works here. If you don’t like something, just block it.

Turning Off Algorithms

Contrary to popular narrative, Tumblr actually has algorithms. But unlike social media sites, they are contained in a tab of its own (i.e. the “For You” tab in Dashboard) and can be even turned off from showing up from within the feed you manually curated (the “Following” tab under Dashboard).

To turn off the algorithms, go to tumblr.com/settings/dashboard and scroll down to the Preferences section. And if you’re a privacy stickler like me, you can go further by going to tumblr.com/settings/privacy to turn off Improved Search.

Tumblr Labs

Tumblr Labs are experimental features. They’re not required, but if you want to make the most out of Tumblr, you might want to turn on some of them. I like to turn on the different Dashboard tabs so I can keep up with what’s going on in Tumblr.

Customizing your Tumblr

Now here comes the fun stuff and what really sets Tumblr apart from all other major social media sites: Personalization. In Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, etc, all user pages look the same. But in Tumblr, you can customize it as much as you want.

Before I start though, I’d like to throw in some stuff that you have to understand first:

Tumblr’s Two “Profile Pages”

Each Tumblr user technically has two “profile pages.” The first one is found at tumblr.com/username, and is basically not that much different from the profile pages of Twitter/Instagram/Facebook. You can customize its colors, icon, and header, but that’s pretty much it.

Edit: I forgot to include this very important bit when I first posted— How to avoid being mistaken as a bot Do not settle for Tumblr’s default icon and header. Tumblr has a long-standing bot problem. An uncustomized profile will make people think you’re a bot and will block you immediately. And when choosing an icon, you might have to think twice when using a selfie that does not include your face (i.e. an upper body picture starting from the neck/chest). Porn bots often use such pictures to make people think they’re real users. Numbers at the end of a url (like username123) are often indications of a bot account, so you might want to avoid that too.

Moving on… The second profile page is where the magic happens, and its found at username.tumblr.com. However, it’s not turned on by default.

Remember what I said earlier about Tumblr usernames being generally called as url’s? That’s because of our “second profile page” here (I hate calling it second though because it’s what came first, but since it’s not a default option now, “second” it is). Tumblr is a blogging platform. Like WordPress and Blogger, but a fun version of it. Your username.tumblr.com page is basically your own custom website.

Enabling your Tumblr Website

From hereon, I’m gonna refer to the “second profile page” as just site because, well, that’s what it really is.

To enable your custom site, go to tumblr.com/settings/blog/username. Toggle on the custom theme option. [If you’re a professional, you can even use a custom domain if you want your site url to look like your-site.com instead of your-site.tumblr.com.]

In the past, the step above would’ve been enough to enable your site, but since Tumblr started implementing changes that sites using the default theme would just redirect to the first profile page (tumblr.com/username), we now have to do some extra steps to make sure that folks visiting at your-site.tumblr.com will really see your website instead of Tumblr’s default profile.

For that, we need to edit our site’s theme.

What are Tumblr themes?

It's basically the design and layout of your site. It can be as crazy or as professional as you want. Here's Taylor Swift's Midnights theme, for example.

Where to Find a Tumblr Theme

Tumblr’s Official Theme Garden (free and paid)

Tumblr’s Official Theme Garden, but filtered to show only the free themes

@theme-hunter

@codingcabin

It’s so hard to filter for the right theme in the Theme Garden though, so I suggest looking for themes in theme-hunter instead.

Tip in Choosing a Theme: Find one that supports NPF (Neue Post Format). Although Tumblr is still advocating its different posts types (text, image, audio, video, etc.), they’ve actually been rolling out changes to their editor where only a single post type is used (text) and you just add media to it. This is what NPF is about. On desktop, you can turn off the beta editor and thereby turn off NPF. However, on mobile web and on the app, posts can only be made in NPF. So if you intend to post on mobile, you have to find a theme that supports it. Otherwise, your content may look weird on your site.

I absolutely recommend themes by @seyche and @fukuo. The one I’m currently using on my site is the Lilac theme by Seyche.

For a more comprehensive guide on customizing your Tumblr, check out Tumblr’s official guide for it.

And that ends part 1 of this Tumblr guide… Though I called this part 1, I actually don’t know if there’ll be a part 2 lol. I’m lazy, and writing this took some time. If my wifi continues to be down though and I still have some data left, I might just write a part 2, covering posting and tumblr culture.

Okay, I'm working on Part 2 now, and will soon edit this post to link to it. But for now, you might want to check out Part 0: What the heck is Tumblr and is it right for me?

Edit: Part 2 is done, and it covers stuff you need to know about posting! You can read it here.

Update: Part 3 (sort of) is up:

A Guide to Tagging on Tumblr: Types of Tags

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