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notjustjavierpena · 2 months ago

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Ok so someone said Pedro is so husband in Gladiator 2 and I was wondering if you would possibly do a Marcus and pregnant!wife fic?! Please 🤍

Restless

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A/N: This was so fun to write and I hope you like it! Just fyi, this is not a part of my series Ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia.

Summary: Being heavily pregnant makes it hard to sleep.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Pregnant reader, kisses, a general devoted to his wife

Word count: 1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60543115

Restless

Since entering the final stages of carrying your child, nights in bed have been restless. You lay awake most of the time, drifting off on your side only to wake up not long after with a foot pressing against your ribs. It is a strange paradox how something so unpleasant can offer you comfort at the same time, serving as a reminder that your baby is healthy and strong. You’ll take watching the sunrise each morning if it means knowing that they are well, even if it means exhaustion from the lack of rest.

Tonight is no different. You are yet again caught in the realm of the awake, carefully turning over from side to side as you beg God Somnus to show you mercy and grant you some sleep. However, just as your eyes start to flutter closed, you are startled awake by another swift kick to your insides.

“You are as restless as your father,” you speak quietly and with affection to the life within your belly, pressing your hand over the spot. You glance at Marcus as you say it, already aware of how he is stirring from his slumber because the littlest of things can rouse him. After all, he is a light sleeper, old habits making him as vigilant in bed with you as he is on the battlefield.

“Another night on slumber’s battlefield?” Marcus asks while sleep still clings to him. His voice is rough, rumbling through his chest as he speaks.

You nod with a sigh, reaching for your husband’s hand to guide it to rest on your belly. His voice joining yours has woken up the baby even more, and they seem even more enthusiastic in announcing their presence to their parents, “It seems like your child is preparing for a campaign of their own. Feel.”

“My child?” He asks with a fond smile, another jab at his palm making him gently trace patterns across your belly.

“During nights like these, they’re your child,” you tease lightheartedly and earn a gentle smile, a twinkle in his eyes.

“I suppose that’s fair,” he chuckles quietly but it is interrupted by another spirited kick. He sucks in a breath, talking quietly as if mostly to himself, “Every time I do this… I still can’t believe—“

“Neither can I,” you say dreamily and rest your own hand on top of his. You guide his palm over the curve of your swollen belly, “But they’re really in there. Feel this. Here’s their back and this… this must be the foot that’s keeping me from sleeping.”

Marcus’ calloused palm is warm as it skims across your stomach, feeling its way around to picture the growing bundle inside of you. His eyes are filled with uninhibited wonder, a joy that seems to be more frequent on his face after Goddess Juno granted you this blessing so soon after your union. He shifts on the bed to bend down and kiss where he has just felt a particularly enthusiastic kick.

“Listen to me, little one,” he murmurs softly against your skin, “Your beautiful mother is doing all the work bringing you into the world and into my arms. The least you could do is grant her some rest.”

“I don’t think it’s going to happen. I think they’ve inherited some of your rebellion,” you begin but Marcus looks at your face with feigned outrage. He crawls up to hover over you.

“Their rebellious spirit is directly from you,” he argues with a charming smile, palms flat against the bed on either side of you. In return, you reach up to cup his face and drag him down for a sweet kiss. He smells like olive oil and metal from his armor, proof of him being in the sun all day during today’s training session. He should be exhausted but he kisses you like he isn’t.

“Then you should know how to tame them just like you tamed me, General,” you bite back with a mischievous expression, a high-pitched giggle interrupting your attempt at an attitude because Marcus maneuvers you onto your side again, this time facing away from him. He crawls up behind you, scooping his arm underneath you so he can cradle your full belly with both hands.

“Close your eyes,” he tells you, splaying his hands on you until the warmth of his touch starts to calm everything in your body and mind, “Focus on your breathing. In and out. Slowly like the tide.”

You can feel the gentle change in the room, both Marcus and the baby falling into sync with you as sleep comes knocking for all three of you. He talks in a quiet whisper even on the verge of slumber, his chest rising and falling against your back while your belly mirrors it, “That’s it. You’re safe, my love. My heart, my strength, my guiding light.”

“Tell me about our baby,” you murmur softly, eyelids growing heavy until you capitulate and close them.

“Our baby,” he begins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Will be as beautiful as their mother. When they laugh it’ll be with your laugh, and when they smile, everyone will think of you in an instant. Perhaps, they will be granted the courage of Mars. Or perhaps the wisdom of Minerva, a real strategist.”

His hands continue their slow and gentle pattern over your stomach, lulling you even closer to the edge of sleep. You relax further into his embrace, letting his words wash over you as he continues, “And as for me, I hope they will inherit my heart. I hope to pass on my sense of duty and purpose. They’ll be honorable, stand firm, and protect the ones they love.”

“Marcus,” you say without knowing why.

“They will be loved,” he adds as if it is the most true of all, his forehead resting against the back of your head, “Loved beyond comparison, beyond comprehension. By us and even the Gods themselves, and they will never doubt this. They will find it to be as certain as Sol and Nox ensuring each day and night.”

“I like that,” you smile sleepily, barely awake anymore.

“Me too,” you hear him say just before sleep finally claims you, his voice a calming echo that tells you he’s telling the truth.

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66stitches · 2 months ago

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abby anderson request !! :)

i wanted something where abby is starting to doubt her sexuality and trusts reader to ask questions and just talk about it (reader is a lesbian and they're close friends, it can end up with them kissing — or more, if you're comfortable)

cw: sfw, kissing (a lot of it), descriptions of masturbation (abby), talk of sexuality and questioning sexuality, no physical description of reader

Daily click - Palestine masterpost - TLOU and israel

a/n: thank you for the req !! I don’t write full on smut unfortunately (though I might write some short stuff in the future), but I tried to write a few kinda sexual scenes here and there

wc: idk prob like 1k

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Abby loved Owen, truly. She was attracted to him: that is what she kept convincing herself of everyday.

Every moment with Owen was a new lie she fed herself.

He was the man she loved. There was nothing she doubted in her relationship with him. The absence of love’s warmth meant to fill her body was her own fault; her inability to reach climax when they had sex was a problem for which only she was to blame.

It doesn’t mean she never tried, though. Abby had spent nights attempting to pleasure herself to the thought of Owen: the only person she should be thinking of; the only person supposed to be capable of reaching her to her climax.

And yet, all she felt was nothing. She laid in her bed, carnal and romantical dissatisfaction utterly consuming her. She was convinced that she was simply incapable of experiencing any sort of attraction exceeding platonicity.

But it only grew more confusing from there.

In another one of her inevitably futile attempts of bringing herself to climax to the thought of Owen, she felt her mind begin to drift to another thought that would hopefully bring her to that much desired release.

She didn’t intend for it to, but the man was just not doing it for her.

That night, she thought of a woman.

That night, she came so hard she swore she could see stars.

A specific woman she thought of in particular, but she would never admit who it was that finally relieved that ache. Not even in the confines of her own thoughts.

And so here she found herself, seated on the soft cushion of your worn-out couch.

You were Abby’s sole friend who was openly lesbian. Abby had seen you bring women over numerous times before. She had listened to your rants about your sexual and romantic encounters with women.

She even helped set you up with one, which harbored a slight odd feeling in the pit of her stomach for a reason she couldn’t quite decipher.

She had thought of it many times: what it was like being with a woman. She didn’t really know what to make of those thoughts. Whether it was mere curiosity, or perhaps something more.

And now here she sat next to you, trying to find the confidence to speak.

She never found it hard to confide in you. Of course not, you were her dearest friend. But this dilemma of hers was difficult to merely utter aloud, even if it is only to herself.

You were on your phone when Abby spoke.

“So… you’re gay,” she started, and she wanted to strike herself as soon as the words left her mouth, because of course you were gay. What kind of opening is that?

“Good observation?” You chuckled, bemused. You placed your phone down, curious as to where she was going with this.

“What’s it like? You know, being with a woman,” she asked, already regretting bringing it up, but she just needed some certainty.

Your eyebrows twisted in confusion at the inquiry. You and Abby were comfortable enough to share anything with each other. Nothing was considered too much information or too uncomfortable to talk about.

It was just an odd question coming from Abby, who you thought was so sure of her sexuality.

“I guess it’s like how it feels for you being with a man.”

God, she hoped not.

“Why?” You asked.

“Just curious, that’s all. Wanna understand your sexuality more, educate myself,” she spoke rather timidly.

You laughed softly. “Oh, because you’re so woke, right?”

Abby could tell you didn’t believe her. In all fairness, she didn’t really put much effort into trying to sound the least bit credible.

She didn’t even know why she was lying to you right now. She trusted you, she always has. This was just a difficult truth to face.

“I don’t know. I’m just feeling a little confused, I guess,” she confessed, shrugging.

“About your sexuality?” Your voice was slow, but your heart beat quicker than ever before.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find Abby attractive. You’ve always had a little childish crush on the blonde, but you constantly found yourself trying to shove your feelings aside, somewhere far away so it could no longer reach to gnaw at your heart.

But now this — this made it all different. You might be getting slightly ahead of yourself, but you can’t help but think that now you might have the smallest chance with her.

“I don’t know— I mean, yeah, I guess,” she said as she fiddled with the seams of her shirt. “Owen’s just never really made me feel… well, anything. Anything you’re supposed to feel with a partner, I don’t feel it. I thought maybe the problem was Owen specifically, but I’ve come to realize that it’s not.”

“But women get you going?”

“I think so,” she admitted, finally. “I tried to think about a woman last night, while, you know…” she trailed off, her skin suddenly feeling very hot at the confession.

“And?” You whispered, feeling just as hot at her confession. “Was it just what you were missing?”

Abby went quiet for a moment, then she answered. “Yeah, it was.”

It was silent. Abby still looked like she had something to say, so you offered no response for a moment.

“But how could I know? I’ve never tried anything romantic or sexual with another woman, so how would I be able to tell? I could just be confused,” she said.

You were quiet, contemplating your next words. What you were about to do could either ruin your friendship, or elevate it to something more. You were relying on the latter.

“You wanna try?” You asked. Your voice sounded bold, but everything within you was shaking with apprehension.

She offered naught but an incredulous look. Her eyes were blown wide, disbelieving.

“What?”

Well, shit.

“I mean, solely for experimental purposes, of course. A kiss shared with another woman, just to be certain,” you explained.

The tension was thick, almost palpable. You were nervous at Abby’s silence and you realized that this is where your boldness gets you.

You were ready for her harsh rejection and the revulsion that would surely be evident in her voice, but then she spoke.

“Okay,” she said. Not a hint of revulsion in her tone. You didn’t know it, but her heart beat just as quick as yours.

“Really?” You asked, surprised as if you hadn’t been the one to offer.

“Well, yeah,” she leaned in slightly, bringing her face closer to yours. “Just for experimental purposes, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” you breathed. You brought your face to hers, and in a split second you closed the gap between you, meeting each other in a slow kiss, your eyes fluttering shut.

Her lips were soft. Her kiss felt nervous, lacking confidence, yet it still exceeded every expectation.

You pulled away once you felt it was enough. You looked at her and waited for what she had to say.

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely gay,” she said and pushed your face right back into hers, meeting your lips in a much more heated kiss.

This kiss, however, held the confidence the previous one lacked, her lips moving skillfully against yours. You waited for the shock to wear off before kissing her back, clearly not expecting her to want more.

You disconnected your lips once again, pulling her face away from yours. “Abby—”

“Just need-” she interrupted her own words to press another swift peck to your lips. “A little more-” another kiss. “Just to make sure,” she said, finally and pulled you in for another kiss. She cupped your burning cheeks with her palms and slipped her tongue into your mouth.

What was supposed to be an innocent kiss, solely for the sake of experiment (how the thought made you laugh now), turned into her exploring your mouth with her tongue and pushing her body against yours. This kiss held no place for innocence now.

She softly moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating throughout your body.

She used her thumb to lightly caress your cheek as she kissed you like her life depended on it. She slightly pulled apart then, nibbling on your bottom lip with her teeth.

As the kiss came to an end, you sat staring at each other, breathless, and oh so blissful.

“You wanna know something?” Abby asked with a dumb smile on her face which brought another smile upon your own. You hummed.

“It was you,” she started, still faintly breathless. “You were who I thought of.”

Your eyebrows rose at the confession. It was unexpected, but certainly not disliked.

What you were more surprised at, though, was how casually she said it, seemingly too blissed out at the moment for any feeling of embarrassment.

“You telling me I was your gay awakening?” You asked, grinning.

“You could say that.” She shrugged and scratched at the back of her neck.

You laughed and scooted closer to her. “Well, I guess I’m honored then,” you said.

“Alright,” she rolled her eyes and laughed. She leaned in then, craving more of your taste.

You giggled into the kiss and pulled away, licking your lips to savor her intoxicating taste.

“I think we’ve already come to the conclusion that you’re gay. You still want more?”

She brought her face closer again and caressed your cheeks. She was close enough that you could feel her breath against your lips.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

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that1notetaker · 5 months ago

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Nt4Waltzes Masterpost : For context this is an au where Narinder never got imprisoned. Instead he became real stagnant in efforts to avoid the prophecy that would bring down the old faith, imprison him for 1k, and kill them all. Leshy still loses an eye and The Lamb becomes involved anyway. This scene happens before arriving at the festival and meeting the lamb + the family reaction to that. Leshy: He said he was gonna come over Heket: Did he really Leshy: Narinder: *actually goes. immediately regrets it and turns tail* The lamb: Narinder: ...five minutes. Five minutes and then I'm done.

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back2bluesidex · 8 months ago

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From Within - JJK [Masterpost/Announcement]

Pairing: Widowed!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Angst, pining, eventual fluff, eventual smut, arrange marriage au, bffs to strangers to lovers au. Drabble series.

Summary: When you fell in love with Jungkook, you wished for your life to turn out as one of those clichéd fairytales, where two best friends fall for each other and live happily ever after. But were you lucky enough? Probably not because you had to watch the man taking vows, kissing the love of his life and promising forever right before your eyes. Unfortunately enough, now you are having to witness him breaking down bit by bit standing at his wife's funeral.

Warnings: angst, minor character death, pining, angst, unrequited love, eventual smut. NSFW!!

Patreon Membership Exclusive Drabble Series.

A/N: I will be updating once a week. The length of each chapter will be 1k to 1.5K since it's a drabble series.

Chapter Index:-

Part one: First and second heartbreak [Posted]

Part two: The bad news [Posted]

Part three: An unexpected proposal [Posted]

Part four: The dream that you didn't dream [Posted]

Part five: Call me by that name [Posted]

Part six: The Ex returns [Posted]

Part seven: Fried rice and samgyeopsal [Posted]

Part eight: The purple glittery box [Posted]

Part nine: Confrontation and Confession [Posted]

Part ten: Best buddies forever [Posted]

Preview

Dear Jungkook, Honestly, I don’t know what to write or even how to write to you. I don’t know how I will present this card to you, or how you will even take it. Or what will you think after reading it. But what I know is that I love you. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I have loved you everytime you annoyed me, teased me, protected me, held my hands, patted my head, hugged me… I have loved you from the deepest corner of my heart. And I think it’s the right time to let you know this one secret that I hid from you. Hope you aren’t angry. But most importantly, I hope you don’t feel pressured to say yes just because I am your bestie. I know you probably don’t feel the same and it’s okay. But if there is even the tiniest consideration in your heart for me, not as a friend but as a partner, then please come to the park near our elementary school. I will be waiting for an hour from the time you receive this letter. – Xoxo Y/N.

It was graduation day when you decided to deliver the card to your best friend. However, after the ceremony Jungkook basically vanished.

You looked for him everywhere you could, only to find him in the annex building.

His face was flushed, as if he was embarrassed. He was looking in every possible direction, as if to avoid the person standing right in front of him.

Before him stood Jung Mido, a well-known figure in your university since she was the student body president.

“Mido-ya I- uh I really like you, will you-” he got cut mid-confession as Mido rose on her feet and placed a kiss on his lips.

Jungkook looked starstruck and so in love.

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flokali · 7 months ago

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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 month ago

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 4

You meet with Nikolai for a fourth time.

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, non-con spanking, anal, sexual harrassment/assault

Masterpost

“Hey, is it true Marcus is dead?” Cassie whispered. She had the cot next to yours. You didn’t remember the last time you moved from it. Arno hadn’t bothered you since you got back a few days earlier. You just wanted to sleep, let the days slip past seamlessly.

“Yes.” You answered softly. His body kept reappearing in your nightmares. Despite it all it felt like he was a level of protection you no longer had. He’d beat you, rape you but he was choosy about who you were sent to. Kept his eye on you when you worked the club. You had no one now. No Marcus, no Nikolai. Just Arno, who had hundreds of reasons to get rid of you.

The other girls were thrilled, of course. He wasn’t a kind man to anyone. Part of you still mourned. He was the last thread connecting you to your old life. That nice little flat you shared, your job at the cafe, the few friends you’d made. You’d planned out a future with him before he showed his true nature. You’d tried not to blame yourself, that hindsight is 20/20 but all those old signs gnawed at you.

Your birthday dinner where he slapped outside the restaurant. How rough he’d get in bed. The belittling. The credit cards taken out in your name. You were the frog in boiling water. Water he filled with flowers and gifts to placate you until you owed his friend more and more and the rent was still not being paid.

You kept your coat tight around you. Just over 1k in pound notes could get you away. You just had to find the right time. You’d need to steal your passport back or maybe just run away to some government office, not local police - something higher up. You didn’t know where that was but if you caught a cab you could figure it out.

You didn’t know if Nikolai would call for you again. You saw Jane being hurried away once you got back to the club. She was a redhead. There was a pang of jealousy you felt when you saw her come back bow legged. You didn’t care to ask about any tip he might have given her. You just hoped he didn’t like her more than you. Like it would even matter anymore.

You’d seen his true form. He had a methodology to his violence. The snap of his fingers and you could have been the one naked, tied to a chair. Seeing him again would be knowingly going into the lion’s den.

You thought about what he said the other night about trust and loyalty. If you ran, would he come after you? You wouldn’t tell the authorities about any clients in particular but he didn’t know that. Marcus insulted him and Nik killed him for it. You didn’t want to think what he’d do to you if he thought you betrayed him.

You squinted your eyes as the door swung open, flooding the room with light. Other girls groaned and threw their coats and other makeshift blankets over their heads.

“You!” Arno snapped, pointing at you. “Nikolai wants you tonight. Be ready in thirty.”

You did your makeup with a shaky hand, smudging your eyeliner to make it seem intentional. You felt like a schoolgirl about to see the principal. You sat in the back of the car, biting back tears. His look of disappointment had lay heavy on your shoulders. You thought he’d never call for you again and the brief glimmer of excitement you felt when he did scared you.

Yet here you were, standing in that little room with a white gift box in front of you, wishing you could disappear.

The box was empty.

You took a deep breath and took off your clothes, folding them into a neat pile in the corner. The door buzzed and you were let in.

You walked along the plush rugs towards the living room. It felt colder than normal. He sat on the couch in a white dress shirt and dark grey slacks. The room smelled like cigar smoke. Jazz music played softly over the speakers.

“Come here, Kotenok.” He patted his lap. You kept your eyes low as you walked over. He’d seen you naked before, been inside you before yet this felt shameful and embarrassing. It was on purpose you felt. “No, like this.”

He manoeuvred you till you were stomach down, your ass laying across his lap. He moved a pillow for you to rest your head on.

“I’m upset with you.” He said, rubbing a circle across your back. You didn’t even try to hide your shaking. His rings only reminded you of what he did to Marcus earlier in the week.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” A rabbit in the jaws of a bear.

“Are you? Tell me why I’m upset.” He gave you a soft slap at the top of your thigh.

“I tried to run.” That was the first thing that came to mind. A slap. “I…I threw up…I didn’t listen.”

Another slap.

You were struggling to think of anything except the hand hovering above you. Your face screwed up. You crumbled.

“I’m sorry, Kolya.” You pleaded, “I’m so scared. I’m sorry. Please. Please.”

He hushed you, rubbing your back again.

“I know you are, Kotenok.” He bent over and kissed the small of your back. “But you still need to behave. Do you want me to keep you around?”

“Yes, please.” You gasped out.

“I need a girl who listens even when she’s afraid.” He rubbed your ass. “Count for me. Twenty for running.”

He alternated between your cheeks and tops of each thigh. You started to cry after the fifth one. You kept counting, pressing your fingers to your palms for each slap. At the end you were sputtering, spit dripping down onto the couch cushions.

“Good. Breath for me. Good girl. Keep breathing.” He rubbed the heated skin. “Had you ever seen someone die before?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“I don’t blame you for vomiting. It’s hard the first time. You’ll get used to it.” He rested his hands on you, drumming his fingers against your ass and upper back. “I’m going to spank you ten more times. Tell me why.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“What are you supposed to do when you get here?” It felt like your heart was trying to crawl deeper into your body and hide away from your own realisation.

“Take off my clothes.”

“And?”

“Put on what you gave me in the box.”

“You do know yet you didn’t do that the other day.”

“I…I was-”

He clicked his tongue, “No excuses. You do what I say no matter what. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Count.”

He hit harder this time, rings cutting against the plush of your ass.

“One.”

Again.

“Two.”

Again.

“Th–three.”

“Should make you count in Russian.” He mused.

Again.

In the end you were left a snivelling mess with a burning ass. He rubbed your lower back soothingly.

“You did good. Did you learn your lesson?” Your face was nearly as hot as your ass when he praised you.

“Yes,” you gasped, heart still beating rapidly. He flattened his hand over your hair, cooing at you in Russian as you came back down to Earth.

Two ringed fingers brushed against your lips, tugging the bottom one down till you relented and let them into your mouth. You sucked obediently.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before?” Your organs lurched inside your body as you noised out an affirmative around his fingers. There was a rumbling sound from his chest and he pulled out his fingers. “Spit.”

You spit onto his fingers. It was more drool than spit and he gathered the rest dangling from your lips. You tensed up as he prodded against your hole. Your hips rolled uncomfortably as he pressed a finger inside you.

“Shhh, I just want to stretch you. We have somewhere to be tonight.” You chewed on your lip as he worked a finger in, stretching you until he could fit a small plug inside of you. He moved you off his lap to lay on the couch by yourself. You tucked your face against the cushion, adjusting to the stretch and feeling of the plug.

When he came back he rolled you over, wiping you down with a wet wipe. You’d grown sweaty, too much for his taste.

“There’s a box in the bathroom upstairs.” He pulled you to your feet and gave your ass a soft slap as you headed upstairs.

It was simple but gorgeous. A black slip dress made of lambskin, felt like butter between your fingers. The price tag, still attached, made your jaw drop. It was backless and fit perfectly. There was no bra or panties in the box. There was another box with black leather pumps in it. The back of them rubbed against your heel uncomfortably, just slightly too small.

“Beautiful.” He was sitting on the bed. He’d put on a jacket to match his slacks. “We’ll go now.”

He led you down the same way as last time just with no black bag over your head. You didn’t know a lot about cars but you could read the word “PORSCHE” on the back of the car as he took you to your seat. He even buckled you in again. He pressed down on your stomach, chuckling as you whined.

“Have you ever gambled?” He asked, starting the car.

“No, sir.”

“I’ll show you then.”

He kept a hand under your dress, on your thigh the entire drive. You kept your eyes glued to the passenger window, watching the city go by. It was November so some buildings had started to put out Christmas lights. You always loved the lights. A long time ago you and friends used to walk around your hometown just to see the neighbourhood decorations. You tried to count the decorated buildings, something to take your mind off your still stinging ass.

You pulled up in front of an older building with a restaurant on the ground floor. A valet opened your door for you. Nik came around and threw his keys to the man before wrapping an arm around your waist. It was cold and you leaned against him for warmth.

The restaurant was dimly lit with candles on all the tables. Music played softly over the chatter of guests. Nik nodded to the host and walked the two of you towards the kitchen and down a small hallway towards a small elevator.

You had to squeeze in with him, your chests pressed together.

“Hold it!” A hand reached in front of the closing door, forcing it open again.

“You’re late.” Nik said. The man squeezed in behind you, his hips pressed against your ass. He was tall and bulky, young though, maybe thirty with the beginnings of a beard on his face. You looked up at Nik, hoping for him to do anything.

“So are you.”

“Had to take care of her.” Nik brushed his hand down the back of your head. The elevator shook as it began its descent.

“Your little trollop get into trouble?” The man looped a strand of your hair around his finger.

“Only a little but she learns quick.”

You yelped and clung to Nik as the man lifted the back of your dress up.

“You plugged her up too?” He clicked his tongue, amused before dropping your dress again. You hurriedly fixed it, face feeling as hot as your ass.

“She takes her punishment well. Right, Kotenok?” You nodded, arms hugging him underneath his jacket as you tried to make as much room as possible between you and this other man. “Look, John. You’ve scared her.”

“Don’t worry love, I won’t bite… not without Nik’s permission.” He snapped his jaw close to your ear, laughing when you jumped. The elevator dinged and the door opened. “What are the odds you put her up tonight?”

“The same odds that you’ll win anything.” Nik smirked.

The basement smelt like mildew and cigars. John walked ahead of you.

“Just sit in my lap and relax. I want to show off my pretty girl.” Nik said against your temple. “No shaking, remember?”

“Yes, sir.” He pressed a quick kiss on your hairline before guiding you down the hall.

Several men sat around a table, drinks and cigars in hand. Nik sat down next to John before pulling you into his lap sideways. You rested your head on his shoulder, ear against his neck so the thumping of his pulse could drown out the laughs and crude comments. There were no other girls in the basement. Just dangerous men playing cards.

You weren’t following the game closely but Nik seemed to be doing well, his pile of chips building up slowly in front of him. He had you hold his drink or cigar for him while he thought about his next move, encouraging you to take little sips from his glass. You ended up drinking more than him and maybe everyone else at the table.

“See how good she is to me?” Nik tapped the tip of your nose.

“I’ll get in your lap if you give me enough money,” John said, his knuckles brushing against your bare spine. “Won’t suck your cock though.”

“Enough whiskey and enough cash I think I can convince you.” Nik laughed but pulled you a little closer to him. Other men at the table laughed while John shrugged his shoulders in a guilty way.

“Unfortunately I decided to make my money the honest way.”

“Through our taxes?” Chimed in another man.

“No one here pays taxes.” Another laughed.

As the night went on the table’s patrons began to dwindle. Nik’s stack of chips continued to grow while you drifted off. He was warm and smelled like oud and musk and spice. You could almost forget what he did last week. Forget the blood and the smell and the fear.

You were cutting threads, detaching from all those bad feelings because right now you were safe. Nik was your ticket. Don’t mind the violence or the harassment from his friends. Ignore your known naivety and trust him to keep you alive long enough. Be perfect. Be his girl, his good girl.

“She’s cute like that.” John said. “Maybe I do want a bite.”

“Not tonight. Use your winnings to get your own girl. I’ll send you the address. Girl I had last week was good. Tight pussy.”

“Why isn’t she here then?”

“I like this one.” Rings brushed against your cheek.

He carried you out to the car. He put his jacket over your shoulders before buckling you back into the car.

“Gave you too much to drink, didn’t I?” He sighed. “Well, hopefully you won’t squirm as much when I fuck you.”

You fell half asleep on the drive back, only vaguely aware of the turns and stops that were made. You jolted when his car door shut.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” He cooed, lifting you up out of the car.

The bedroom was warm and the sheets were soft against your cheek. You stretched out like a cat, no like a kitten. You rubbed your face against his pillow, taking in the smell. He was moving around the room behind you, clothes dropping to the floor.

The mattress dipped on either side of you as he straddled your legs before ruching your dress up above your waist.

“I don’t know when you’ll see me again.” He said, rubbing his hand over your bare ass.

“Huh?” you turned to look over your shoulder, concern plastered across your drunken face.

“John and I have some work we need to handle. Hopefully it won’t take long but you never know with these things. When I call again I want this hole prepped,” he pulled the plug out, groaning as your muscles clenched. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Kolya.” Your bottom lip quivered. All the fear came flooding back like a broken dam. He took your chin between two fingers.

“I’ll try not to die before I fuck this cunt again. Now relax, was thinking about this all night. Had a hard time concentrating knowing my girl was waiting for me.”

He popped open the bottle of lube and dripped it on your hole. You buried your face into his pillow and lifted your hips up for him. The head of his cock rubbed against you, pushing against your opening.

You took a deep breath and did your best to relax. He responded by pushing the tip inside of you, he rubbed your flank, murmuring praises to you. He kept pushing as you grunted and whined at the burning stretch. “You can do it.”

He gave you respit once his hips were flush against your ass, petting your head as you twitched around his length. He licked the sweat beading at the base of your neck.

“I think I would be okay to die after fucking your ass.” He snickered before pulling out and thrusting back in hard. You let out little grunts every time his balls smacked against your pussy. He built up a harsh rhythm, fucking any real sensation out of you, leaving you floating with a dull ache. He was moaning and cursing above you, almost as loud as the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Yebat!”

His fingers dug roughly into your hips as he came. His cock twitching inside you as he filled you up. He pulled out with a sigh and pushed the plug back in.

“Don’t want you ruining the sheets.”

He let you sleep on his pillow that night. A rabbit sleeping in the bear’s den, nuzzling against his fur.

#nikolai x reader #nikolai x f!reader #nikolai cod #dark fic #my writing #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #pomegranate #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader

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kittenintheden · 1 year ago

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BG3 Fics & Drabbles Masterlist

thought I should probably start a masterlist. it's mostly being horny on main for Astarion lbr.

~clicky for art thou nasty etc.~

One-Shots

Where were you, when I was new? - 18+, Pre-Canon, Virgin Astarion, Law Student Astarion (plus bonus gift art by tavplum!!)

No Thoughts, Just Vibes - 18+, Post-Canon, Spawn!Starion, sex toys, holiday fluff

Closer to God - 18+, breeding kink, sex pollen-ish (everyone aware/consenting, just big horny), heat/mating, rough sex, but also tender sex

Professionals - 18+, roleplay, sex work, biting, blood drinking, oral sex, PIV sex

You Can Read Me Anything Part 1 | Part 2 - 18+, innocent Tav, illiterate Tav, secondhand smut via fake bodice ripper, first time oral, retell of the forest clearing scene, Astarion playing himself

Ethics Review - 18+, magistrate roleplay, post-canon, light BDSM, spanking, orgasm denial, dirty talk, light edgeplay, oral sex, PIV sex

How could I say no? - 18+, dirty talk, established relationship, AFAB F!Tav (3rd person), sexy kisses, teasing, orgasm delay, analingus

Poker Face Real Version | April Fool's Version - 18+, gender neutral Tav, quickie, semi-public sex, sex in a closet (sort of), wall sex, blowjob, penetration

Right Side of My Neck - 18+, female OC, oral sex, PIV sex, mirror sex, stoned sex, Ori and Astarion get high and Astarion gets the weed hornies

how to train your brat - 18+, future NYS sneak peek, Ori bratting, Astarion brat-taming, light BDSM elements, soft dom Astarion, dirty talk, light spanking, blowjob, PIV sex, the dorks being complete menaces

how to lose your mind - 18+, future NYS content, Astarion gets lovingly pegged until he's nonverbal, strap-on, anal, p-spot orgasm, multiple orgasms (male), established relationship, handjob, facesitting, oral sex, get loved losers etc.

hit the bricks - 18+, Oristarion, semi-public sex, wall sex, quickie, established relationship, tiny bit of Ori being a power bottom

I Slit the Throat of Your Confidence - 18+, Lae'zel/Astarion, hatesex-ish, fighting kink, blood kink, blood drinking, rough sex, rough oral, fingerfucking, PIV sex, orgasm denial, impact play, feral cats matching energy

When I Think About You - 18+, Astarion/Reader (You), masturbation, mutual masturbation (sort of), voyeurism, pillow humping, Astarion playing himself once again because I have a type and that type is simp in denial

Drabbles (under 1k)

Sip the Tea - 18+, temperature play, blowjob

Devil Inside - 18+, Haarlep being an asshole, Astarion making it better

music to my ears - 18+, eargasm, ASMR, touchless orgasm, creaming pants

Mirror Image - 18+, oral sex, 69 position

Let Go - 18+, fluffy, gentle sex, disgustingly in love about it

Before Morning's Light - 18+, fluff, comfort after nightmare of the needy nighttime quickie persuasion

we're going down - 18+, Astarion/reader, cunnilingus

Here for Wyllstravaganza? Find all the Wyll Ravengard goodness here!

People send me Ask Box prompts sometimes - you can find all those here!

Long Fic

Not Your Sweetheart (AO3) - 18CHA bard Orianna vs 10CHA dumbass rogue vampire, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, absurd amount of zingers & hijinks

It's Always Sunny in Nine Hills (AO3) - it's the crew we all know and love but they're modern-day dirtbag losers who live and work at a beach with big SoCal vibes

NYS Spotify Playlist - The playlist that accompanies Not Your Sweetheart, updated every chapter <3

Masterpost of Ori Art - The non-spoilery art I have of Ori (and Astarion, occasionally), with all artists linked

Header art of Ori by Freya

Icon art by @hamrikaa

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x gender neutral reader #astarion x oc #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #kitten writes

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 1 year ago

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Wrong Tardis (Ninth Doctor x M!Reader/ Tenth Doctor x M!Reader)

I'm not a huge fan of Nine but I'm slowly going back and watching his episodes and he's kinda growing on me.

Not sure if he's ooc here (though I'm like 90% sure Rose is) but whatever. I'm super excited for tomorrow's special and really wanted to write more for this series.

If you have any requests for this series send me an ask! (just keep in mind I have my own plans for big episodes like Silence in the Library or End Of Time.

Wordcount: Just over 1k

Series masterpost

The Tardis was old, like really old, like when the Doctor stole it it was already in a museum old. So occasionally it glitched, nothing too big. That is until it glitched and teleported you you to Cardiff 2005.

That was a whole earth year before you even met the Doctor. On the plus side the glimpse of his face you saw before you were teleported told you he would find you and come to pick you up, it was only a matter of time so you walked around.

You had yet to be in Cardiff in 2005, you'd been in to Cardiff circa 1910 but not 2005 so you look around, you saw the sights, you people watched for a bit and then you saw a familiar blue box.

"About time" You told yourself as you walked in.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" You asked, happy to be back. By your calculation is had been about 3 hours.

"Who're you?" Asked a blonde woman who'd put herself between you and the Tardis console. You blinked.

You may have jumped to conclusions.

Looking around the inhabitants of this Tardis were very much not the inhabitants of yours. You only recognized one face. Captain Jack Harkness (Though he wasn't traveling with you when you'd been teleported away).

"You're Rose Tyler" You said to the woman who stood in front of you and she nodded.

"Yeah, and who are you?" She asked again. By now Jack and the Doctor, or the man you assumed was the Doctor were looking at you wearily.

You looked to the Doctor, his hair was darker and buzzed close to his head, his forehead creased in ways your Doctor's didn't and his ears were definitely larger than you remembered them being. Looking into his eyes calmed you though, because those were definitely the eyes of the man you loved. Though perhaps a few years younger.

This was the Doctor before you'd met him. before he knew you existed, maybe even before he destroyed Gallifrey.

"Well? Aren't you gonna answer her?" Asked Jack all three were looking at you expectantly.

"I'm an anthropologist" You finally said.

"An anthropologist?" Rose asked and you nodded.

Both Jack and Rose looked at you intently, not really buying it.

"Is that your name?" Rose asked wearily.

"No" You answered honestly, "But I can't tell you my name. I'm sorry." You told her and once again looked at the Doctor. He hadn't said anything yet.

"What do you mean you can't tell us your name? Why?" Rose asked.

"Because he's from the future Rose" The Doctor finally said, climbing down from the ladder he was perched on when you burst in.

"Aren't you?" He asked and you nodded.

"You're from my future" He said and you smiled almost sadly.

"Inquisitive as ever Doctor" You told him.

"I should go" You said, slowly turning around.

"Wait, if you're really from the future how come you were so shocked to see us? Don't you know us? Like, the future us?" Rose asked.

"He can't tell you anything Rose, it could put the whole timeline at risk" The Doctor said.

"He's right, I really shouldn't even be here. I thought this was my Doctor's Tardis coming to finally pick me up."

"Finally? How long have you been here?" Jack asked.

"About three hours" You told him.

"Does that mean there's another version of the Doctor wanderin' around Cardiff right now?" Rose asked and you chuckled a bit.

"No, we had a bit of glitch—" "With the timezone processor?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you that" You said but he smiled at you with the cheeky little smile that only this face must have because you'd never seen it before and you sighed, "Yes with the timezone processor".

"What's a timezone processor?" Rose asked.

"It's what keeps all occupants of the Tardis in the same time bubble in flight" Both you and the Doctor said together, the two of you looked at each other.

"It's going to be your fault you know. You don't check the timezone processor enough and at some point it's going to act up. I want you to remember me saying this when I see you again. It's your fault" You told him but your voice held no malice, quite the opposite, it was loving teasing and both Rose and Jack could tell.

"I'm gonna go meet Mickey at the train station" Rose said and she grabbed Jack with her as she left. Leaving you and the Doctor alone but not before looking at the Doctor one last time, smiling and giving him a big old wink.

With just the two of you left the Tardis was quiet except for the soft whirring of the engine as it fueled up.

"How do you know what a timezone processor is?" The Doctor asked.

"I can't tell you" You said.

"When are you from?" He asks.

"I can't tell you that either" You repeat.

"Then can you tell me why you're looking at me like that?" He asks.

You step closer to him and gently cradle his face in your hands.

"I've never this face before" You simply say.

"What are you to me?" He asks.

"One day you'll find out. One day you're going to look at this face and smile and you're going to call me brilliant and when you do you're going to remember this and who knows, maybe I'll see this face again" You told him and kissed his cheek.

The wheezing sound of the Tardis landing could be heard faintly from beyond the wooden doors and you smiled widely.

"See you soon" You said and turned around, walking out to hopefully find your Doctor waiting for you.

Outside the Tardis stood another blue police box with the door open and the Doctor stood outside.

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" He said. His face was covered in oil and grease.

"Did you fix the timezone processor?" you asked.

"Eh, eventually" The Doctor said.

"And was it sparking because of a loose wire from when we crashed on Auros?" You asked, admittedly somewhat condescendingly.

"Yes" The Doctor mumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"I told you to check it" You said as you walked inside. The Doctor closed the door behind you.

"Y/N" He said, calling your name and you turned your attention from the Tardis console to him.

"Yes love?" You asked.

"Have I told you that you're brilliant?" He asked and you smiled.

"Not recently, no" You said.

#ninth doctor #9th doctor #9th doctor x reader #ninth doctor x reader #doctor who reader insert #doctor who x male reader #doctor who x reader #doctor who x timelord reader #reader insert #male reader #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor #10th doctor #10th doctor x reader

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pretzel-box · 5 months ago

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Request Rules here

LEGEND:

💚 FLUFF/COMFORT

💭 ANGST

‼️ GORE / DARK

🎉 COMEDY

❤️ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP

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MASTERLIST HERE

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CH 1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7

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CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH4

COMIC

MASTERLIST COMING SOON

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CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6

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Masterpost here | Participation List here | Drive File here

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—PRETZEL-WORK—

[Ideas that came from the author herself.]

THE THIRD MONTH 💭

Summary: Sebastian spends time with his beloved sprouse in the sanctuary of their shop.

Tags: Established Relationship [Marriage], Fluff, Comfort, Angst

Words: 3,2k

WHO BROKE IT? 🎉

Summary: Someone killed the expandable but no one knows who, so the entities of the Blackside have a meeting.

Tags: Broken Coffee Machine Meme

Words: ???

BEHIND THE SCENES 💚

Summary: You are filming a movie called Pressure with your co-star, Sebastian Solace.

Tags: Fluff, Actors AU

Words: 1,3k

MIDNIGHTS

Summary: Sebastian Solace loves midnights.

Tags: Established Relationship, Angst, Arguments, Blood & Death, Sebastian is dehydrated and sleep deprived, Hallucinations

Words: 3,3k

STAY

Summary: Sebastian asks the love of his life to stay, sealing the promise with a wedding.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Songfic

Words: 1,7k

PEETZEL-INBOX

[Ideas that got requested by people.]

SUFFOCATED 💚

Summary: You get stuck in a very deadly locker till a helping hand from a certain shopkeeper pulls you out.

Tags: Male Reader

Words: 1,2k

MEMORIES OF THE DROWNING 💚💭

Summary: You start to get anxious in the middle of the night due nightmares but you still have your husband, Sebastian, to comfort you.

Tags: Established Relationship [Marriage], male reader, comfort

Words: 1k

A JOKE TOO MUCH 💚

Summary: Sebastian gets jealous when you bring a new friend into his shop.

Tags: Established Relationship, Jealousy, comfort, bad diving suit jokes

Words: 1,3k

A LITTLE PICK-ME-UP 💚

Summary: You get bullied by your teammates for being a bit chubby, and Sebastian steps in to protect you.

Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Plus-Sized/Chubby, Comfort, Bullying

Words: 1,1k

UNO! 🎉

Summary: After admiting that Sebastian doesn't know how to play cards, he gets teached by you. Only to get thrown into the world of Uno.

Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Uno

Words: 1,7k

MESMERISED 💚

Summary: Sebastian meets someone unexpected in the hallways only to fall head over heels for them.

Tags: Gender Neutral Reader

Words: 1k

LIKE A MIRROR 💚

Summary: Sebastian meets an experiment that is very similar to himself.

Tags: GN!reader, experiment reader

Words: 1k

HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT 💚

Summary: You hide behind Sebastian after you ran out of good hiding spots.

Tags: GN!reader, Soft Sebastian

Words: 1,2k

ILLUMINARY 💚💭

Summary: You seek out help from a certain shopkeeper after ending up at Hadal with a child in your tummy.

Tags: Pregnant reader, female reader, soft Sebastian

Words: 1,1k

FEISTY LITTLE ALGAE HEAD 💚

Summary: Sebastian finds out that his cute little partner is a feisty little angel.

Tags: GN Reader, Sea Angel Hybrid Reader, Established relationship, tearing appart a wall dweller

Words: 1,5k

A BIT OF PERSONALITY 💚

Summary: Sebastian meets someone with body mods and piercings, getting used to the sight.

Tags: Body mods, gn!reader

Words: 1,2k

BOW FOR ME 💚

Summary: You get bored and decided to play Sebastian a prank.

Tags: GN!reader, eel hybrid reader, pranking sebastian

Words: 1k

IN THE DARK💚

Summary: You are a Gyaru that got send down. The monsters are not an issue but rather the teammates that bully you. Luckily Sebastian isn't far.

Tags: Comfort & Bullying

Words: 1k

NOT TODAY, THANK YOU!🎉

Summary: You are befriended with the entities and invincible against them to Sebastians suprise.

Tags: Slight Comedy

Words: 1k

5 THINGS WITH YOU💚

Summary: Your autism gives you a hard time and you try to calm down with Sebastians help and the 5 things method.

Tags: Austistic Reader, Panic attack, Comfort, Sea Bunny as nickname

Words: 1,4k

LAUGHING OUT LOUD🎉

Summary: Sebastian and you are bonding over terrible dad-jokes.

Tags: Comedy & Bonding

Words: 1,4k

A FRIEND ALONG THE WAY💚

Summary: You comfort Sebastian when he doubts his own humanity. Little did he know that you are not an expandable but an experiment yourself.

Tags: Sassy reader, comfort, experiment! reader

Words: 1k

FASHIONABLE. FEARSOME. FRIGHTED.🎉

Summary: You enter Sebastian his shop for the first time, giving him the scare of his life with your unique apperance.

Tags: Comedy, Roblox Avatar Reader

Words: 1,4k

DEATH WALKS WITH US‼️💭

Summary: After being used as Sebastians meat shield, you break down and he realizes the weights he put on you all the time.

Tags: Regenerations Ability, Angst, Anxiety Attacks, Comfort

Words: 1,1k

HAND IN HAND💚

Summary: You are Sebastians Sister who sneaks in the Urbanshade Research Facility by being Undercover. At last, you meet your brother again.

Tags: Pre!Lockdown, Fem Reader, Platonic

Words: 1,2k

RUN RABBIT RUN💚

Summary: Sebastian adopts you, a sea bunny hybrid.

Tags: Platonic, Sea Bunny Hybrid reader

Words: 1,1k

PARTNERS IN CRIME💚

Summary: Sebastian and you are partners and enemies. But soon enough your weird business relationship might spark more than someone might think, leading to unexpected feelings.

Tags: Enemies to Lovers ?, Sassy Reader

Words: 1,3k

MY DIGITAL FRIENEMY🎉

Summary: Sebastian introduces you to Painter after said AI had traumatised you with a near death experience. Still you befriend each other.

Tags: Slightly Comedy

Words: 1,2k

SHORT FUSED❤️

Summary: Sebastian has to deal with your anger issues.

Tags: Mean Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff and Comfort

DEAD AND SPIRITED🎉

Summary: After dying so much, you decided to quit getting the crystal but haunt Sebastian as a ghost.

Tags: Comedy, Ghost!Reader

Words: 1k

SEA-SIDE SERENITY 💚❤️

Summary: You all escaped and Sebastian lives his life happily with you in your shared sea-side house, adjusting to the freedom.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Happy End

Words: 2,2k

STARFISHING❤️💚

Summary: You have weird habits when it comes to relaxation. Of course Sebastian has to try them out.

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship

Words: 1,4k

OCEAN SERENADE❤️

Summary: Sebastian follows an eerie voice only to find you singing to yourself.

Tags: Can be read as Established Relationship or Platonic

Words: 1k

SICK AND CARED💚❤️

Summary: You catch a cold and Sebastian takes care of you.

Tags: Established Relationship or Platonic, Sick Reader, Comfort, Fluff

Words: 1,1k

INK DOESN'T LIE❤️💭

Summary: While working for Urbanshades law department, you have to comfort your own husband for his nine murders.

Tags: Pre!Lockdown, Established Relationship, Angst

Words: 1,1k

PARTNER EXERCISE 🎉

Summary: You and Sebastian bond by pushing Urbanshade People where they belong, the drawers. Yet such a body can be quite large for a piece of furniture.

Tags: Can be read as Established Relationship, Bonding, Comedy, Mention of dead bodies

FACE ME, KILL ME‼️💭

Summary: You are a brainwashed experiment on the way to kill Sebastian for good.

Tags: Mentions of drugs and experiments, Brainwashed Reader, Angst

Words: 1,1k

ONE WAY TICKET💭

Summary: You try to adapt to your new life by crawling back to Urbanshade for more experiments till Sebastian can't stand you anymore.

Tags: Angst, Arguments, Body Modification

Words: 1k

NOTED AND FOUND 💚❤️

Summary: Sebastian collects weird files till he finds out that you placed little love notes inside for him.

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Comfort

Words: 1k

TASTE TESTING🎉

Summary: You are an axolotl hybrid with a weird way of self defense!

Tags : Slight comedy

Words: 1k

DRABBLE LIST:

GLASSES

CHEESED SEBASTIAN

LIPGLOSS

LOVE NOTE

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MOVE LIKE ART

Summary: Painter is drawn by your unique apperance and abilities, using you as his muse.

Tags: Murder Drone based, Disassembly Drone Reader

Words: 1k

LEAKING AFFECTION

Summary: You draw on painter and find out he has a massive crush on you.

Tags: Fluff, Comedy

Words: 1,3k

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irisintheafterglow · 7 months ago

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to tell you is too scary (so I'll just say something else)

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summary: nightmares don't usually translate to reality, but you call sakusa for the first time in years. just to be safe.

wc: 1k

cw/tags: gn!reader and post-timeskip!sakusa, nightmare about a plane crash but nothing descriptive, angst/comfort with happy ending, childhood friends to lovers (??), dialogue-driven, he hates everyone but you

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Your thumb trembles over the call button next to his contact, hovering and waiting for some unseen force to make you stop. Your hand keeps shaking, no matter how hard you try to stop it; the ravaged skin of your cuticles is stained with dried blood from your constant picking and scratching. Dread crashes again in a wave and you find yourself trapped under the water, gasping for air that wasn’t being inhaled. With a knot in your lungs, instinct takes over and taps your phone.

The three ascending notes of the phone dialing his number sound far away and you unexpectedly heave out a choked sob. He’d probably changed his number or deleted yours. Maybe he would simply glance at the unknown caller ID and ignore it entirely, returning to his drink with all his teammates at the bar. You didn’t know him anymore.

You didn’t know him anymore.

Your palm slams onto the red circle and you curl into as tight of a ball as you can muster, disappearing into the corner of your bedroom. It’s stupid, calling him because of the first night terror you’d had in a decade. When you were kids, he was always your first call when your eyes flew open. I’m with you, I’ve got you, he said. He guided you when adrenaline turned into anxiety, when the void outside your window was unfathomably dark. He’d stay until your breathing evened into a sleeping rhythm and wouldn’t hang up until your phone died or you woke up the next morning. He was there every time you were drowning, and your soul didn’t know what to do without its safety ring except sink,

and sink,

and sink…

INCOMING CALL.

CALLER ID: Kiyoomi💛💚

You stare at your phone screen illuminating the blankets like a beacon. Blinking once, then twice, you wait for it to disappear like a hallucination or a trick of your psyche. It doesn’t, and when you have half the mind to reach for your phone, the screen disappears. You’d missed the call. Maybe it was a trick of the mind?

(1) MISSED CALL - Kiyoomi💛💚

INCOMING CALL.

CALLER ID: Kiyoomi💛💚

You’re faster this time, snatching your phone from the covers and swiping the “answer call” button to the side. It’s quiet on the other end of the line for a moment, but he’s there. He always was, wasn’t he?

“...Omi?”

“Hey,” he says gently. There’s faint noise in the background of where he is, sounds of conversations and telecom announcements. Even with the sound of rolling wheels, he’s still clear. “You called.” Fifty minutes away, Kiyoomi imagines you nodding in the silence, maybe wiping a stray tear with the corner of your fitted sheet. “You’re safe?” You hum a shaky mhmm, still unable to force out any words. He murmurs your name, coaxing you out of your tight ball. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m safe,” you reply after a breath. Based on your voice alone, he could tell the night terror happened no more than five minutes before you called. “I just–I’m sorry if I–”

“I’m here if you want to talk about it,” he reassures you, immediately shooting Atsumu a withering glare when he tries to dance up to Kiyoomi’s less busy part of the airport. The MSBY team’s international flight was canceled an hour ago, but he was still trying to figure out if he wanted to stay with his teammates at a closer hotel. The present situation felt, literally and metaphorically, like you were calling him home.

“There was a plane,” you say in a broken whisper. He strains to hear your crackling voice and shakes his head adamantly when Bokuto and Hinata try to join Atsumu’s antics. Now was not the time to fuck around with him. “You were on it, and something went wrong, and it–There was an accident and…I just had to watch it happen. I had to watch it happen and I couldn’t do anything.” Your voice cracks and trails off, making Kiyoomi’s chest twist like a wrung towel. Your friendship was strained after Kiyoomi’s second Nationals, fading completely until there was nothing left when you graduated except photobooth strips from third grade. He kept your number, though, in case something like this ever happened. In case you needed him again or he needed you, he never decided.

“Are you–are you home right now?” Another broken mhmm. “Can I see you?”

“You’re not overseas?”

“I was supposed to be, as of an hour ago,” he admits, running an exasperated hand through his curls and straightening his track jacket collar. A flash of light catches the corner of his eye. Cameras, cameras, cameras, always. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, continuing, “But, the flight got delayed and ultimately canceled because of maintenance issues. We’re probably gonna have to postpone the game.”

“I’m sorry, Omi.” You hear him shrug in that indifferent manner that always seemed to come down when he was with you. All his walls, actually, came down when he was with you.

“I don’t care, honestly. My question still stands.” He swallows thickly, begging you to say yes for both of your sakes. When his phone showed your contact photo for the seven seconds you called, it awakened grief in him he thought he’d buried years ago. By all accounts, Sakusa Kiyoomi desperately missed you. “I can be there in an hour. I’ll take a car, I don’t care how much it costs.”

“It’s–it’s fine, you really should stay with your team and rest,” you mutter, always the selfless one worrying about his well-being. You were too good to him, letting him cancel plans for training camps and tournaments, always letting him go. “I don’t want you missing another flight if it comes up.”

Too bad that, when it came to you, Kiyoomi had decided long ago he’d always be selfish.

“Say you need me and I will be there.” You don’t hesitate.

“I need you here, Omi,” you murmur. He’s gone in seconds–mind, body, and soul. His body acted instinctually, running on nothing else but the sole purpose of getting home to you. With a wad of cash and an Olympic athlete’s intellect calculating the fastest way to reach you, he vows that you would never need to say you needed him again.

Because he’d say he needed you instead.

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notjustjavierpena · 2 years ago

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Gush

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A/N: Just pure filth.

Summary: Joel, your dad’s best friend, teaches you how to come with your clit untouched.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dad’s best friend, daddy kink (yeah it was bound to happen), pet names, innocence kink, age gap, dirty talk, fingering, squirting, only very brief piv sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 1k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48494866

Gush

You let out a frustrated groan as you look up at the ceiling, arms crossed over your chest and with the prettiest pout that Joel has ever seen displayed on anyone’s face. He sits on his knees in front of your naked body, cock heavy between his legs but with no intention of using it on you and thus making you even more bitter about the situation.

“It’s not going to happen, daddy,” you say as you avoid Joel’s soft eyes. He rubs a hand over your naked belly, skimming it across the sensitive skin below your belly button. He isn’t going to give up.

“Well, no, not if ya don’t relax,” he says with a smug chuckle. You try to cross your legs to get him to go away, but he catches you by your ankles and places each of your feet flat on the bed again, “Stay, sweetheart. We’ll keep going until we get it right.”

You’ve been at it for what feels like hours now, but Joel hasn’t made you come yet with your clit untouched but oh, you have been on the brink so many times that your cunt is throbbing and a steadily growing pool of arousal is forming on his bedsheets. It’s beginning to feel ridiculous, especially when he bats your hand away when you try to take matters into your own hands.

“Daddy knows exactly how you touch yourself, I don’t needa see it again,” he had told you after your third attempt to sneak a hand down to your clit.

Now, you’ve given up coming anytime soon, but Joel is still determined as ever. He runs his thick fingers through your folds once more to slick up his fingers, then twists his wrist and inserts two fingers into your already stretched pussy.

“You know,” you say after a soft moan, deciding to look down once again to see his digits stretch you open, “I have to be home for dinner in an hour. Dad’s lighting up the barbecue.”

“He told me he was getting it out for the first time this summer,” he small talks back at you, curling his fingers inside of you and finding your eyes with his own, “There, yeah?”

He rubs once and you nod, moaning as he starts up a rhythm of his fingers slowly fucking against your g-spot. You shift a little, relax a bit further into the mattress and let your knees fall out to the sides.

“Don’t think of anything from now on, just of this,” he says quietly, pumping his digits in and out of you.

It starts out completely the same, and it’s enough to make you want to cuss at him. You know better than that though, and let out a whine, “It’s not going to work. Just rub my clit, daddy, please. It hurts now.”

“Shut up, I got something I want to try,” he coaxes your orgasm a little further. It’s the same build-up; something pooling in the pits of your stomach and tugging from inside your womb, but God, you need that little extra thing to tip you over the edge.

Or do you? Something changes then, and you realize that Joel’s other hand is resting just above your pubic bone. He pushes down gently and gradually speeding up his fingers, creating more pressure and friction inside of you.

“What’re…?” You let out a gasp that even surprises yourself, your toes starting to curl and your clit starting to pulse as if begging to be paid attention to, “Touch my clit. Please, oh— f— Joel, daddy. Touch it. Keep going, no, touch it.”

“No,” he says, beckoning your orgasm closer with his fingers. He makes a come-hither motion over and over again, keeping his other hand still on your belly until he can feel his fingers moving inside your cunt, “Wanna see that cute fucking clit pulse just for me, ain’t gonna be able to see it if my fingers are on it, baby girl.”

You panic a little when a new sensation starts coming from inside of you. It’s a form of pressure that you’re familiar with but not during sex, and you start thrashing a little to get him off, “Joel! Joel, I swear, I— I’m gonna pee. If you don’t stop, I’ll… oh my God, Joel, I’m fucking serious. You’re gonna make me— make me…”

You come with a high-pitched moan as all the tension in your body snaps. Every nerve-ending in your clit is on fire with sweet contractions of pleasure, and suddenly your whole heartbeat goes straight to between your thighs as your cunt spasms from clit to slit. It wants something more though, because your legs won’t stop violently shaking, and Joel seems to know exactly what that is.

Without saying a thing, he removes his fingers from you and you fear that you might actually have pissed his bed because, without warning, a wet gush has stained the sheets between him and you.

His fingers enter you once more, and you’re ready to cry as he causes another gush of clear liquid to squirt onto the mattress. It feels so fucking good despite how embarrassing it feels, climax slowly fading as he repeats the move a few more times.

You collapse completely when he finally lets go of you with both his hands. You’re panting softly into the bedroom, and he gets the shirt he had worn earlier off the floor to cover the stained sheets.

“Holy shit, the princess squirts,” Joel laughs as he crawls on top of you, but it’s a laugh filled with wonder and excitement. He looks younger like this, you think.

He hovers above you, reaches down to guide his hard cock inside of your still sensitive cunt. Both of you gasp in unison, but you’ve never heard his voice so cocky, “You, young lady, are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen when you come like that.”

It’s enough to make any sense of embarrassment go away, and you can’t wait to ask him to do it again.

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