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[blindtaleteller]

Hi you rp

Not on the main blog, but yes! @lokiverserp would be the one I would usually respond with. If you have any questions, feel free to DM me too: or for that matter we can DM only if you'd simply prefer to continue talking about it there rather than replying openly.

I don't have a lot of RP partners here on tumblr, so if we started up (and yes I am okay with most OCs, like Blaze) it wouldn't be hard for me to keep up. My schedule is mostly open/flexible at the moment, as the place I worked at for my second just closed down & they won't be needing me for a few weeks to a month; giving me a lot more free time.

As for the muses; the name is what it is because there are MANY more to pick from: but my absolutely most comfortable are MCU-based Loki (the original characterization: not Waititi/series characterization), Tony, and Barton.

[moonlightwritingf1]

A Bold Surprise | LN4

ᡣ𐭩 summary ━━━━━━━ Y/N has been dating Lando for a month, and despite their undeniable chemistry, they haven't crossed the final line. One evening, Y/N decides to surprise him with a daring gesture—wearing sexy lingerie to show a bold, more confident side of herself. 

ᡣ𐭩 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

ᡣ𐭩 word count ━━━━━━━ 4.6k

ᡣ𐭩 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content

Y/N stood in her bedroom, heart pounding in her chest as she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. Lando would be here any minute. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the garter belt, making sure every detail of the crimson lace was in place. The set was a bold choice—delicate yet daring, a stark contrast to the more modest clothes she usually wore around him. But tonight, she wanted to push boundaries. She wanted to show him a side of herself she rarely let anyone see.

She took one last look in the mirror, the city lights filtering through her curtains casting a soft glow on her skin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the sheer audacity of her plan or the anticipation of how Lando would react. Probably both.

When the doorbell rang, her stomach flipped. She grabbed the silk robe draped over her chair and slipped it on, tying it loosely around her waist before heading to the door. She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady herself, then opened it.

Lando stood there, a boyish grin on his face, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Hey, love,” he greeted, stepping inside. His eyes swept over her, lingering for a second too long on the curve of her neck exposed by the robe. “You look… cozy.”

She smiled nervously, closing the door behind him. “Thanks. You didn’t have to bring flowers.”

“I wanted to.” He handed them to her, his fingers brushing hers briefly, sending a spark up her arm. “They reminded me of you.”

Her heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice, but she quickly busied herself by placing the flowers in a vase. “Sit down,” she said, gesturing to the sofa. “I have a surprise for you.”

Lando’s brows shot up, curiosity and amusement dancing in his eyes. “A surprise, huh? Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” she replied, the corners of her lips twitching upward. “Just… stay here. I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, the quiet click of the latch sounding louder than it should have. Her breathing was uneven, shallow, as she leaned against the door for a moment, willing herself to calm down. Her hands trembled as she reached for the tie of her robe, fingers fumbling clumsily with the knot.

Get it together, she told herself, though her heart continued to race, the frantic drumbeat echoing in her ears. Finally, the knot loosened, and she hesitated for a beat longer, the cool air brushing against her skin as she let the robe slip from her shoulders. It fell silently to the floor, a soft puddle of fabric at her feet, but she didn’t move right away. Instead, she stood frozen, her chest rising and falling quickly, trying to gather the courage for whatever was coming next.

Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. Outside the closed door, the faintest shuffle of movement signaled his impatience. A chair creaked softly, then silence, followed by a muffled sigh as he shifted again. Still, she remained where she was, the weight of her own thoughts pinning her in place, her mind racing through a hundred scenarios but finding no clarity in any of the

Y/n stood in front of her full-length mirror, taking a deep breath. The delicate lace of the lingerie brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She wasn’t used to this—showing off so much of herself—but tonight, she wanted to surprise Lando. Wanted him to see her as someone who could be bold, daring, even if it was just for a moment.

“Y/N, you’re driving me insane!” Lando groaned loudly from the couch, his voice a mix of frustration and teasing. His head tipped back, and he ran a hand through his curls. “What kind of surprise takes this long?”

From behind the closed bedroom door, Y/N’s soft laugh floated out, light and melodic. It sent a ripple of warmth through him despite his impatience.

“Patience, Lando,” she called back, her voice laced with amusement. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Lando rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at his lips. He knew exactly what kind of tease Y/n was—subtle, calculated, and utterly devastating. She could make him wait all night if she wanted, and he’d be left writhing in anticipation, begging for just one glimpse of whatever she had planned.

She checked her reflection one last time, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on the sheer fabric. Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to give away her nerves. But she reminded herself why she was doing this. Lando had been nothing but attentive, charming, and relentless in his pursuit of her. For a month, they’d been dancing around each other, their chemistry undeniable, their conversations teasing and flirtatious. Yet, they hadn’t crossed that final line. Not yet.

Tonight, she decided, would be different.

Steeling herself, Y/n walked out of her bedroom, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The living room was softly illuminated by the glow of the city lights outside, casting a warm hue over everything. Lando sat on the edge of the couch, his back straight, his hands resting on his thighs. He looked relaxed, but there was a tension in his jaw that betrayed his calm demeanor. When he heard her approaching, he turned his head slowly, his eyes locking onto hers.

His breath hitched.

Her silhouette framed the light from behind her, casting soft shadows across her body. The lingerie clung to her curves like a second skin. The sight of her nearly robbed him of his ability to breathe.

For a moment, there was silence. Just the two of them, lost in each other’s gaze. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, slow and lazy, like he was savoring the sight before him.

“Well,” he said, his voice low and husky, “you weren’t kidding about a surprise.”

Y/n felt her cheeks heat up, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando pushed himself off the couch, moving toward her with deliberate steps. He stopped just inches away, his towering presence making her feel small despite the confidence she’d mustered earlier. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of the lingerie, lingering on the way the fabric hugged her hips, the curve of her thighs, the dip of her waist.

“Like it?” he repeated, his tone playful yet serious. “I love it. You’re… you’re art. Fucking breathtaking.''

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to look away. “You don’t have to say that,” she muttered, though her heart raced at his words.

“I don’t have to,” he agreed, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her. His hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. “But I want to. Because it’s true.”

His touch sent electric shocks through her body, and she fought to keep her composure. “You’re such a flirt,” she accused, her voice shaky.

“Only with you,” he replied smoothly, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. “And only because you make it impossible not to.”

She shivered under his touch, her knees feeling suddenly weak. “Stop it,” she whispered, though her protest lacked any real conviction.

“Make me,” he challenged, his lips curving into a sly grin.

Before she could respond, his other hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped through the thin fabric of her lingerie, making her pulse quicken. She could feel the solid length of him pressing against her, a firm reminder of the effect she had on him.

“Lando,” she breathed, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, unsure if she was pushing him away or holding on for balance.

“Hmm?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “What is it, love? Tell me what you want.”

The way he said it—so casual, so confident—sent a wave of longing crashing through her. She swallowed hard, her mind racing. Did she want this? Yes. Was she ready for it? She wasn’t sure. But the way he was looking at her, the way he was touching her, made it impossible to think clearly.

“I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his lips trailing down the side of her neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “Let me hear you say it.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “I want…” She paused, her breath catching in her throat. “I want you.”

His grip on her tightened, and he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, without warning, he dipped his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both gentle and commanding.

Her arms slipped around his neck as she kissed him back, her fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. When she did, his mouth moved over hers with a hunger that matched her own. He tasted like mint and something wild, something untamed that sent her spiraling.

His hands were everywhere—cupping her face, sliding down her back, gripping her hips. Each touch was deliberate, possessive, like he couldn’t get enough of her. And she couldn’t get enough of him. Every brush of his fingertips, every press of his lips, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

When he finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together. “You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

“Likewise,” she managed to reply, her voice breathless.

He grinned, the expression lighting up his face. “Good. I like keeping you on your toes.”

Before she could retort, his hands migrated lower, pulling her even closer. She could feel every inch of him, hard and demanding against her softness. Her body responded instinctively, arching into him, craving more.

“Lando,” she gasped, her hands tightening on his shoulders.

“Shh,” he hushed, his lips finding hers again. “Let me take care of you.”

And then his hands were moving again, sliding beneath the lace, cupping her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him as he carried her to the couch, never breaking the kiss. He set her down gently, his body pressing her into the cushions as he continued his relentless assault on her senses.

Lando’s lips trailed down her throat, his tongue flicking over the delicate skin just above the neckline of her lingerie. Y/n shivered, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, a constant reminder of his desire for her. His hands roamed freely, one creeping beneath the lace to cup her breast, the other sliding up her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and gravelly with need. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She whimpered, her breath hitching as his fingers found her nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. He pinched gently, his teeth grazing her collarbone as she arched into his touch. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.

“Lando…” she whispered, her voice trembling with want. “Please… I need…”

He pulled back, his eyes burning with intent. “Tell me what you need, love.”

Her cheeks flushed, heat pooling between her thighs. She hesitated, her shyness threatening to hold her back. But Lando’s gaze was relentless, piercing through her defenses. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. “I need you… inside me.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile, his hand slipping lower, brushing against the proof of her arousal. “Not yet,” he said, his tone laced with playful mischief. “First, I need to taste you.”

Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as he carried her toward the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body flush against his, every step bringing them closer to the edge of something explosive.

He laid her down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he knelt between her thighs. Her heart raced, her breath quickening as she realized what he intended to do. He leaned over her, his fingers brushing the lace of her panties, tugging them aside to reveal her glistening core.

“So wet for me already,” he teased, his voice dripping with admiration. “You’re going to drive me wild, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip, unable to speak, her mind too consumed by the way his gaze lingered on her. He lowered his head, his warm breath cascading over her sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, swirling around her clit in slow, torturous circles.

“Oh God!” she cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.

He chuckled softly, his tongue moving faster, delving deeper. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he explored her with an intensity that left her breathless. One hand slid up to cup her breast, squeezing gently as his thumb flicked over her straining nipple.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice muffled against her.

She nodded frantically, her nails digging into the sheets as his mouth worked its magic. He alternated between gentle licks and firm sucks, his movements deliberate and unrelenting. Her body trembled, her orgasm building with each passing second.

“Lando… I’m… I’m gonna…” she gasped, her voice breaking.

He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Let it go, love,” he urged, his voice soft but commanding. “Let me feel you come apart for me.”

Those words were her undoing. With a strangled cry, her body convulsed, waves of ecstasy washing over her as she tumbled into bliss. Lando didn’t stop, his tongue continuing to work its magic as she rode out her climax, his name spilling from her lips in a breathless chant.

When she finally stilled, her chest heaving, he raised his head, beaming with a smile. 'That’s my girl,' he murmured, his voice tender. ''You’re incredible.''

She smiled weakly, still recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. “You’re unbelievable,” she managed to whisper, her voice thick with emotion.

He kissed her thigh, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened up, his eyes locking onto hers. “Now,” he said, his voice low and husky. “It’s my turn.”

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. His cock pressed against her entrance, the heat of him almost too much to bear. She moaned, her body instinctively opening for him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice serious despite the lust burning in his eyes.

She shook her head, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders. “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered. “Please, Lando… I need you.”

Lando’s hands gripped her hips, his breath steady as he aligned himself with her. His cock pressed against her entrance, the heat of him radiating through her core. Y/n’s body trembled beneath him, anticipation coiling deep within her. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as if the world around them had paused to witness this moment.

“Look at me,” Lando murmured, his voice low and commanding.

She obeyed, meeting his gaze. His eyes were intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something deeper—something that made her heart race. He was always so sure, so unwavering in his focus on her. It both scared and thrilled her.

“I want you to feel every second of this,” he said softly, his words brushing against her like a caress. “Every movement, every touch… I want it to be slow.”

Y/n bit her lip, her eyes flickering down to his chest for a moment before returning to his. She nodded, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… just like that.”

With a soft groan, Lando began to move, his hips pressing forward ever so slowly. His cock slid into her inch by inch, their bodies merging in a seamless union. Y/n gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, building slowly but steadily, like a tide rising against the shore.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice strained with effort. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly as he continued his deliberate pace. “So tight… so perfect.”

Y/n moaned, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She could feel every ridge of his cock inside her, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her mind felt hazy, lost in the sensation of him moving within her.

“Lando…” she breathed, her voice breaking. “Oh god…”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. “Patience, love,” he teased, his lips brushing against her ear. “We have all night.”

But Y/n wasn’t sure she could wait. Already, the pressure was building, spiraling higher and higher with each thrust. She wanted more, needed more. Her hands roamed over his back, her fingers tracing the curve of his muscles as he moved.

“Harder,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… faster.”

Lando hesitated, glancing down at her with a smirk. “You asked for slow,” he reminded her, his tone light but teasing. “Now you want it hard? Make up your mind, sweetheart.”

Y/n groaned in frustration, her hips bucking slightly against him. “I don’t know! Just… do whatever you want,” she practically whined, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You’re driving me crazy.”

His grin widened, and he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with an intensity that matched the rhythm of his hips. He pulled out almost completely, only to sink back in slowly, prolonging the ache between her legs. Y/n cried out against his lips, her body arching towards him as the need for release grew unbearable.

“Let me hear you,” he murmured against her mouth, his voice rough and demanding. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she gasped, her hands gripping his arms tightly. “Only you. God, Lando… please…”

Her words seemed to ignite something within him. His pace quickened slightly, though not enough to lose the slow, deliberate rhythm she loved. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing down at her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice fierce and possessive. “Do you understand? Every part of you… belongs to me.”

Y/n couldn’t speak, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he claimed her again and again. His words echoed in her mind, stirring something deep within her—a sense of belonging, of being utterly consumed by him. Her body tightened around his cock, her orgasm building rapidly now.

“Lando… I’m close,” she managed to whisper, her voice trembling.

His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit and circling it gently. “Then come for me,” he commanded, his voice low and raw. “Let go, love. Show me how much you want this.”

The combination of his words and his actions pushed her over the edge. Y/n cried out, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as her orgasm consumed her entirely.

Lando grunted, his thrusts slowing as he rode out her climax. His grip on her tightened, his breathing heavy as he fought to maintain control. When she finally relaxed against him, he kissed her forehead tenderly, his movements still slow and deliberate.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft and comforting. “Let me take care of you.”

Y/n smiled faintly, her eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzled into his chest. She felt safe, protected, and utterly devoured by him. Everything about him—his touch, his scent, the way he made her feel—was intoxicating.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please… I need more.”

Lando’s breath hitched at her plea, his eyes locking onto hers as if searching for confirmation. He didn’t want to move too fast, didn’t want to spook her or push her beyond her comfort. But her words—her need—was a fire that burned brightly in her voice, and he couldn’t ignore it.

“You sure?” he asked, his tone low and teasing, though there was an edge of urgency to it now. His grip on her hips tightened just slightly, the only indication of how badly he wanted to give her what she asked for.

Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushing with heat as she met his gaze. She could feel the weight of his desire pressing against her, slow and steady, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “Yes… don’t stop. Please, Lando.”

His name on her lips was a whispered invitation, and he couldn’t resist any longer. With a soft groan, he began to move again, this time picking up the pace just a fraction. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room, a symphony of skin on skin that only heightened the tension between them.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into her thighs as he lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around his waist. The new angle brought him deeper, and Y/n gasped, arching her back as pleasure surged through her.

“God, you feel so good,” Lando murmured, his voice ragged as he fought to keep his control. He kissed her neck, nipping gently before soothing the spot with his tongue. “So fucking tight… like you were made for me.”

Y/n moaned softly, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as she tilted her head to give him better access. The way he spoke, the way he moved, it was all so deliberate, so calculated to drive her wild. And it was working. Every thrust of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, building and building until she thought she might explode.

“Lando…” Her voice broke, a mix of desperation and pleasure that made his heart race.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, his tone dripping with sweetness and seduction. He slowed his rhythm, pulling out slightly before sinking back in, drawing out the moment just to see her reaction.

Y/n groaned in frustration, her nails lightly scratching down his back. “I need… faster. Please, faster.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Patience, love. Just let me hear you beg a little more.”

Her jaw dropped, a mixture of surprise and indignation flashing across her face. But before she could protest, he picked up the pace again, this time rocking into her with a steady, relentless rhythm. The sound of their flesh meeting grew louder, more urgent, filling the room with a primal energy that left no room for doubt about what they were doing.

Y/n’s head fell back, her breath coming in short, gasping breaths as she clung to him. The pleasure was overwhelming, cresting higher with each movement of his body. She could feel herself getting closer, the pressure building inside her like a storm waiting to break.

“Lando… I’m…” she tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat as another wave of sensation washed over her.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice softer now, less teasing and more intent. “Let go for me, Y/n. Let me feel you come apart.”

His words were her undoing. With a cry that echoed through the room, she arched her back, her body tightening around him as she reached her peak. Her walls clamped down fiercely, milking every ounce of pleasure from his cock as she rode out her third orgasm.

Lando growled, his thrusts growing erratic as he felt her pulsing around him. He had been so close already, and watching her fall apart pushed him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his release hitting him like a tidal wave.

For several long moments, they remained locked together, their bodies trembling with the force of their shared climax. Lando’s forehead rested against hers, his breathing heavy as he struggled to catch his breath. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.

“God… Y/n,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

She didn’t respond right away, still caught in the haze of her own thoughts. But when she finally looked up at him, there was a softness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. A vulnerability that she rarely showed to anyone.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando’s heart clenched at her words, at the sincerity behind them. He cupped her cheek in his hand, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Don’t thank me, love. This… whatever this is between us… it’s not just about tonight. It’s about everything. About us.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, her eyes searching his as if trying to find the truth in his words. For the first time since they’d met, she allowed herself to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he meant it. If he saw something in her worth fighting for, worth loving.

Before she could say anything, Lando leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was different from before, softer and more reverent, as if he was savoring every second of being close to her.

The bed beneath her shifted slightly as he leaned closer, his hand brushing gently against her cheek. When he pulled back, his eyes searched hers, filled with warmth and something deeper that made her breath catch.

A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he whispered, “Comfortable enough?”

Y/n let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushing as she realized how easily he’d made her feel at ease despite the rush of emotions coursing through her. “I think so,” she replied, her voice light but edged with nervous excitement.

Lando grinned, clearly pleased by her response. He shifted, propping himself up beside her, his fingers trailing lazily over her arm as if he couldn’t bear to break the contact. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, but in the best way, her heart racing under the weight of his gaze.

“Stay right here,” he said softly, his tone carrying a mix of playfulness and command that sent a shiver through her. “I’ll be right back.”

She watched as he rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the silence, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Her mind raced, each second feeling impossibly long as she tried to steady her breathing.

Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, a nervous habit she couldn’t seem to stop. Why am I like this? she thought, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing at herself. But just as quickly as the nerves bubbled up, they faded when the bathroom door opened, and he returned.

Lando’s smile was soft and reassuring, his movements unhurried as he crossed the room to rejoin her. He sat beside her, his hand reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch grounding her instantly.

“Still okay?” he asked, his voice low and filled with genuine concern.

Y/n nodded, her lips curving into a small, tentative smile. Whatever happened next, she knew she could trust him.

[deerboybreeder]

Making a deal with your middle school friend group that if you're still friends when you're 25, you all get pregnant together. Of course you don't understand the gravity of the promise, but you're all besties and nothing sounds better to a tween girl than being a mommy with her friends.

When you come out as trans in high school, everyone is super supportive, nothing changes between you and the group even backs you up whenever someone tries to misgender you. Girls night starts getting called besties night, and there's no doubt that to them, you're completely and totally a man. It's the ideal situation.

When everyone starts turning 25, your friends start actually following through on that promise, and your little friend group is suddenly entirely pregnant, except for you. You assumed that naturally, you'd be exempt from the whole thing now that you're a man. But no.

"You PROMISED!" cries your best friend, the first one you came out to when you realized who you really were. She stomps her foot, and gestures to all the other girls in the room who gathered in your college dorm for an 'intervention', each one at a different stage in pregnancy. You try to protest, but she cuts you off.

"Just because you're a man doesn't mean you get to flake out on besties promises! You're almost done with your master's, you're gonna be in a perfect place to take care of it, plus we all are gonna raise our babies together, you know that!"

Your other friends, the two that got pregnant last and so aren't even showing yet, grab you and pull you down onto the bed. You're too shocked to even fight back- not that you could, really. Despite the testosterone, you've been so focused on your academics you're not all that strong, whereas your friends were a gym bunny and a martial artist, picked specifically to be the ones to hold you down.

"Just relax-" your best friend chimes, smiling as if she were about to untangle gum from your hair instead of setting you up to be raped as she opens the door to reveal one of your friends boyfriends. The friends not pinning you down start stripping you, just your lower half so you're not dysphoric about your chest.

"Jozlynns boyfriend said he was more than happy to help you out, and I remember when she was debating asking him out you said if she didn't you were going to shoot your shot! So I know you like him, plus he's got two phd's, so your baby is gonna be like, crazy smart! And, you and Jozlynn's babies will be like half sibling twins, isn't that great!"

The martial artist- Jozlynn- makes a kissy face at her boyfriend as he approaches you with a smile. You try to protest, but your other friends cover your mouth as he forces himself inside. You try to thrash and kick, but more of the group holds you down so you don't hurt Jozlynn's boyfriend.

It doesn't take long but feels like forever as Jozlynn's boyfriend pumps his cock into your tight cunt. You haven't had penetrative sex in years, the sensations are all new, but you don't get the satisfaction of cumming. He does though, pumping you full to the brim, and kissing Jozlynn over you while you are held down. When he's satisfied, he thanks the group, pats your for now flat stomach, and leaves.

You sob wordlessly, and your friends release you. Your best friend swoops in and cradles you in her arms like she did during your breakups, bad report cards, the bullying you suffered when you came out. Your best friend is there with that same comforting touch that calms you.

"it's okay," she says softly, "We probably won't have to do that again- Jozlynn got pregnant after one try! And hey, if it doesn't take, you can pick the guy next time, okay?"

You look up at her, horrified.

You don't have to do it again though. And soon, your entire friend group, including you, is pregnant.

[chrissv4mp]

Can I request a billie smut relating to her song oxytocin since I haven't seen anything of it yet, maybe just including the lyrics too like maybe she says to reader "I can see it clear as day, you don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take." And "I wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yelp." Kinda pervy!billie in a way ???

౨ i wanna do bad things to you, don't wanna treat you well ৎ

billie master & taglist // main masterlist

★ a loud cry falls from your kiss-swollen lips as you clench around her fingers. they never stop, though, instead picking up the pace as her thumb comes up to rub at your clit. a chorus of choked moans and whimpers fill the room and your girlfriends ears, and she smiles as she watches you squirm underneath her, "can't take n'more, bils—fuck—mhh, please, i can't.."

her lips press to your jawline softly, a contrast to how hard she was fucking you with her fingers. she coos gently into your ear, whispering praises. but as your hands begin to push her away, she pins them above your head with her free hand, "yes, you can. you don't really need a break, mamas.. i know you can give me a few more, yeah?"

a few more. she said that 5 orgasms ago, and you bet she wouldn't stop for another 5 more. your mascara was ruined, tears running down your cheeks and staining them. billie was relentless, and she hadn't stopped since you both set foot in the privacy of your bedroom. you weren't complaining, though, every time she was like this, you would always see stars.

the only downside to this was that you could never find yourself denying her. those pouty lips and big, innocent eyes she gave you. you know that look in her eyes is fake, but you still give in every time, and this is the outcome almost always. she was just so fucking gorgeous, you didn't know how anybody could say no to her, "wanna see what you can take,"

"wanna break you, ruin you for anyone else. 'ts 'cause you're mine." she mutters, and her tone almost makes it seem like she's angry. but she's far from that, she's fucking ecstatic that she was able to get you like this. your legs trembled, waterline filling up with more tears, wrists struggling against her own, and your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers.

a quiet sob went right to her ear, and that just encouraged her torture on your swollen, sensitive pussy. billie licked a long stripe from your neck down to your clit, pressing a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around it. she'd done the same action countless times before during this one session, but it feels like the first time you're getting butterflies from it, "i wanna do bad things to you. fuck, m'gonna make it so you struggle walking tomorrow, ma."

your breath hitches once again, and billie smiles against your clit as she feels your walls flutter around her two fingers. she thrusts them in and out over and over again, and you finally let go as she curls them deep inside of you, "fuckk!—oh my god, oh my—bils, i—" her fingers slide out of you, only for her tongue to dip inside of your entrance. she moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back as she hooks her arms under your thighs to pull you closer. her voice is muffled, and you can just barely hear her over your gasps and the loud squelching sound of your pussy, "my girl. mhh, you taste s'good."

authors note: hmu pervy!billie !!!!

wc: 533🗣🗣

@livialifesblog @mseilishmwah @mxqdii @sophloveswomen @devynscomet

[rogueddie]

Stitched Together T | 698 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is sitting in comfortable silence together doing their own thing

"Do you still have my vest?"

"Hello to you too?" Steve says, raising his eyebrows when Eddie takes that as his cue to push past Steve, into his house.

He quickly kicks the door behind him, curling an arm around Steve's waist to reel him into a quick kiss. "Hello! My old vest- you got it?"

"I do- I haven't been able to get the blood out yet."

"Oh, I don't want it," Eddie waves him off, already halfway up the stairs. "Come on, I need to see it!"

"What- Eddie!"

Steve hurries up the stairs after Eddie, who takes them two steps at a time. He hovers at Steve's bedroom door though, rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting.

It's then that Steve noticed the plastic bag that he's holding.

"You gonna explain?"

"In a minute! I need to see my old vest first."

"It's in my closet," Steve explains, leading him into his room and pointing.

Eddie immediately jumps over to the closet, glancing back at Steve before he opens it to make sure it's ok for him to dig through it.

It doesn't take him long to find the vest, face splitting into a grin as he pulls it out.

"Perfect."

"So... what's going on?"

"I'm gonna make a new one. Wanted to remind myself how this bad boy is layed out first."

"Oh?"

"I'll only need it for, like, a few hours. I can get it back to you by the end of the day."

"What? Wh- you brought your stuff here."

"Yeah, I'm gonna stitch it together in the van. I was thinking about going out to the quarry."

"You could- I mean, if you want to, you could just... do it here? If you want to. I'm just gonna be baking today anyway."

"Hell yeah. Any excuse to spend more time with you is a great idea in my book."

Eddie follows him downstairs, setting up on the sofa in the living room, while Steve continues past him into the kitchen.

Steve pokes his head back in after a minute.

"You didn't want to talk, did you?"

"I know how you get when you bake," Eddie reminds him. "I'm ok here. If I need anything, I know where everything is."

"You could ask-"

"No, I couldn't. It's ok, babe. Really. It's nice to just... know you're here."

"Oh. Really?"

"Really."

Steve goes back into the kitchen, but it's not long before he's washed the side, the bowls and utensils he used. All he needs to do is wait for his food to bake.

He wanders back into the living room, sitting on one of the arm chairs.

Eddie barely glances up, focused on his task.

He doesn't seem bothered that Steve is staring, so he just... watches.

It's surprisingly nice. Comforting.

He can see how much care Eddie is putting into each patch, taking his time when pinning them in place and being careful with each stitch.

By the time the kitchen timer goes off, Eddie has only managed to stitch two patches on and started on the backpatch.

He follows Steve into the kitchen once he's done putting his things away, just in time for him to start plating.

"Looks delicious."

"Mhmm," Steve grins. He pulls Eddie closer with a hand on his hip as soon as he's within reach. "You?"

"Got two done in the time it usually takes me to stitch on one, so, I consider it a win."

"Good."

He tries to lean in, pepper Eddie's neck with kisses until he caves the way he always does, easily following Steve up to-

"We should do this more often," Eddie continues. "Hanging out like this. It's... nice. It really is."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, reluctantly pulling back. He can't bite back his sappy smile though. "You're gorgeous when you get into your passions."

"Careful, Harrington. Keep talking like that and people might start thinking you're in love with me."

"Mmm, I don't know, they might be into something."

His attempt to kiss Eddie is ruined by how much they're both laughing.

Steve is pretty sure it's one of the best days that he's ever been fortunate enough to live.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

LIKE A LOVE SONG- JOSH WASHINGTON

pairing: best friend!josh x fem!reader

word count- noo idea yet... writing this rn

summary: you and josh have been best friends for years, and the crush youve had on him hasnt subsided. things are all fine and dandy, until one night, the cat is pulled out of the bag...

warnings: implied SMUT, hella dirty talk, voygerism, dry humping, josh being a huge tease, pet names, some mocking, reader and josh are intoxicated, biting, etc etc

notes: hey so i need this man sexually! thats it thats all, im gonna open my account up to write for more fandoms and hop around:) just testing out the waters with this one

"josh we are sooo gonna get caught.." you slurred, hiccuping with a giggle as he tugged your arm, pulling you down the empty hallway, leaving your scattered friendgroup behind in the abyss.

a glint was in his eye as he looked back at you, full of mischief and hunger, and you couldn't help but bat your eyelashes at him. he was so dreamy it was making you swoon.

you had always thought he was beautiful- like a dream come alive. ever since he had accidently bumped into you during freshman year of college, you had be under his trance.

"shit, shit i'm so sorry, i shouldve watched where i was going. are you okay?" he had asked as he quickly bent down to help you gather your spilled papers. it was straight out of a chick flick, and you had finally felt like the main character instead of the extra.

he made you feel so special, always making flirty comments (though he did that with everyone), and giving you looks that had your head spinning.

tonight was no different.

the booze in your system made you extra giddy, and you felt his grip tighten as the two of you neared an empty bedroom down the hall.

not a doubt had passed through your mind when josh asked if you wanted to escape from the group for a while- clearly a bit intoxicated, but still stable enough to make a coherent decision. not in a million years would you pass up a chance to be alone with him.

"isn't that what makes it so much more fun?" he cooed, tugging you into the empty room, slamming the door behind you with a whoosh. without a second to gather your breath he had pinned you back against the door, hand darting out to turn the lock.

"do you actually-" you hiccuped nervously. "-wanna do something with me? do you wanna have sex?" you giggled, your bluntness making him laugh.

"yes, i wanna have sex with you. i have for years. is that okay?"

your eyes widened. did this man just say for years?

"oh."

he bit his lip, eyes roaming down your body, stopping to admire every trance from under your fitted clothes. "you gonna let me fuck you? or are you too scared chris is gonna wanna join in?"

"oh shut up."

he smirked, breath hot and heavy on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your collarbone, nipping it with his teeth enough to make you hiss in shock.

"he does, cause you're so sexy. like a porn star. you have such a tight bod. wonder if your pussy is just as tight."

his dirty talk had your face heating, brain turning to mush as you moaned, leaning into his touch.

"you know how much i've wrapped my hands around my cock wishinng it was you? too many times." you squealed as he bit down on your neck, hard, hard enough to make a mark for anyone with a set of eyes to see, but you didnt care.

"j-josh fuck i-"

"whats up baby? need some cock to make you think straight? you've been giving me those pretty googly eyes all night, thinking i haven't noticed. so naive." he cooed as you ran your fingers through his hair, back arching into his touch as his large hands traveled down to your thighs before swooping you up so you clung wrapped around his torso.

"you're so fuckin hot. makes me so hard just thinking of you."

you rutted against him, sighing at the friction it caused, sending shocks down your spine stright to your core. his lips found yours, teeth and tounge clashing, nothing nice about the kiss. it was rough and hard and full of need.

"fuckin pathetic, humping me like some bitch in heat." he growled, his mocking turning you on even more. you reached down, struggling to tug at his belt, needing it off.

the less layers between you two- the better.

you gasped as your wooden support was removed, as he took you over and tossed you down on the bed with ease- as if you were a doll. you barely had a second to look at him before he was on top of you, smirk coy as he rutted his denim clothed cock on your cunt, already soaked through your shorts and tights.

he was toying with you.

"im gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to walk for days." he murmred, lifting your hips up as he tugged at your bottoms, nearly ripping them in half.

"then how are you gonna explain to the group why you're limping around like some fawn hm? cause joshey fucked you so good and so deep and your tight little cunt couldnt take it."

[writerfromshikahr]

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Kisses and Boat Rides - Lucanis X Rook Fanfic

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The gondola glided through Treviso’s quiet canals, far from the city's bustle. The waterways were bathed in warm light, the reflections flickering across the rippling water. Lucanis sat across from her, the gondolier tactfully silent as he steered them into the more secluded routes.

Rook ran her hand along the boat’s edge, her fingers trailing close to the water. She glanced at Lucanis, her expression a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"You don’t strike me as the sort of man to indulge in long boat rides, Lucanis. Should I be worried?"

"Worried? Only if you hate quiet evenings with good company."

Rook arched a brow, leaning back with her arms crossed. The subtle sway of the gondola made her movements relaxed, though her eyes remain sharp.

"So, what’s this about then? Plotting to take out a member of House de Riva to piss off Viago?" she smiled sweetly.

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have arranged this, too much effort," he smirked in reply. "No, I thought you might enjoy this…being with me, alone."

Rook blinked at his tone, her teasing faltering. She glanced around the canal, the peaceful glow of lanterns and the distant hum of the city creating a rare moment of calm. For once, she had no clever retort.

They approached a small alcove, tucked under a canopy of flowering vines. The gondolier halted the boat gently, giving them the illusion of being the only two people in the world.

Lucanis reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, carefully wrapped bundle, "I saw this in the market earlier. Thought of you."

Rook’s brows furrowed in confusion as she carefully unwrapped it. Nestled inside was a delicate pin in the shape of a curled-up cat, its silver surface catching the faint light. She took in it's beauty, her fingers brushing over the tiny, intricate details—right down to the little paws and the flick of the tail.

"You… noticed." she said with a soft smile, looking up to meet his gaze.

"I’ve seen the way you stop to pat every stray cat in Treviso. Or Minrathous. Or anywhere. Hard not to notice, seeing as though I'm the one waiting for you."

"It’s perfect. Thank you." Rook huffed a quiet laugh, her thumb still running over the pin.

Lucanis hesitated for a brief moment, as if weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to do, his expression unreadable. Then, with a fluid motion, he shifted forward, resting his arms on his knees and closing the gap between them. Rook's breath caught as he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against hers. The gondola swayed gently, and the faint sounds of water filled the silence between them. He leaned in, giving her time to pull away, but she didn’t. When his lips met hers, the kiss was soft, deliberate, and impossibly tender.

"Tell me to stop," he said softly, though his voice carried no intention of retreating, his hand at the back of her neck pulling her even closer into their new found intimacy. Rook hungrily returned his kiss, giving him all the permission he needed.

The world around them seemed to still, the quiet lapping of water fading beneath their heartbeats. When they finally parted, neither moved far, their foreheads resting against each other as their breath mingled in the warm night air.

"You’re dangerous, Rook, this could end badly" he warned, but there was no bite in his statement.

Rook tilted her head, "Didn’t you once tell me you always know what you’re doing?"

The warmth in her voice broke through his defenses, and Lucanis couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him, "So you were listening," he replied, voice laced with a dry humor, leaning back on his seat.

"Sometimes I do, especially when it's coming from a dashing rogue who has a penchant for coffee and many other desirable skill sets."

"Desirable skill sets? You haven't seen many of those….."

"Yet…" she cut him off with a smile.

Lucanis raised a single eyebrow at her teasing tone, "I'll keep that in mind and when another occasion arises for me to show off my "talents", I'll make sure were not on a boat, maybe somewhere more comfortable, private, to explore how capable I can be."

Rook looked down at the dark water, hoping the shadows would hide the flush on her cheeks. He had a way of saying absolutely nothing one moment to saying all the right things the next. It was perplexing, frustrating, and deliciously romantic, all wrapped up in one.

The gondolier, sensing the change in the atmosphere, resumed steering them slowly through the canal. Rook stared down at the pin in her hand, she glanced back up at Lucanis, who was watching her with a quiet intensity.

"You really are full of surprises," she said softly.

Lucanis’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles, one that seemed reserved only for her. "Not surprises. I'm just finally noticing what matters."

The gondola continued its quiet journey and two Crows from different Houses had made a contract of their own that evening—one forged not with coin and daggers, but in stolen kisses and unspoken promises.

[ddostoyevskyy]

hellooo, I was wondering if you can do something with bsd characters. [hc/scenario] kunikida, tecchou, jouno, and chuuya and if you can Dazai, (it’s ok if you don’t wanna do all but pls include kunikida and jouno 😭) basically them proposing to fem!reader. thxxxx love ur writing

BSD MEN! + proposal.

↳ feat. Kunikida, Chuuya, Tecchou, Dazai.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... typical violence, suicide on Dazai’s part, Tecchou’s weird food habits.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... hello, omg. Haven't been active for a while and I found this on my inbox. I don't know how long this was laying for a while now. 😩 Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, enjoy!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 563

HE'S DEFINITELY NERVOUS, hands trembling as Kunikida phases back and forth to the restaurant's comfort room. You agreed to a date with him after a long period of days without any interactions at all; only a few glances and reassuring smiles would appear everytime he caught your eyes in the Agency's office, piled with paperworks and you being caught up with minor missions. He heave a sigh as he stared in front of the mirror, eyeing his agitated reflection — fuck it, fuck his idea of getting married after four years, because right now, there's a ring on his pocket waiting for you. Although, he didn't want to scare you off — especially when he is definite and determine at proposing to you now.

IT FELT AS IF EVERYTHING SLOWED DOWN, the sound of guns, the smell of smoke as the ground tremble beneath your feet. Your heart quickens in excitement as you grinned when you saw a familiar fedora hat behind the vast of smoke, grabbing a pin bomb you found lying on the ground. Chuuya were unimpressed when he saw you grinning cheekily at him, yet he is relieved to see you without a single scratch. You dash towards him, paying no mind for the enemies behind your back — you jump to the man, wrapping your arms around his neck as you remove the pin, throwing the bomb behind as you offered the pin on his ring finger while his face flushed when he realized what you did.

HE’S GOT YOU INTO SOME DINING AREA AS USUAL as you watched Tecchou eats his own special recipe of a food, completely unaware of your fondly stares. Despite his weird antics and definitely much weirder food cravings, you stared at him, eyebrows furrowed as you watch him fumbles and cough, muttering something between it suddenly change flavors and I ate a bit too much — there’s no limit within his appetite, and seeing a pout appears on his face as his eyes met yours is confusing. He pulls a napkin over the table, wiping something small and shiny in his palm — sorry, I almost ate the ring — it was an unexpected move and you can tell how he’s waiting for your answer even though he hadn’t ask the question yet.

YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY HIS BROWN CURLS DANCE WITH THE WIND. Dazai’s coat drapes on the tips of your shoulders as you watched the scene in front of you unfolds; the sun is setting as your eyes follows the way he tap his dainty fingers on the railings where it separate the bridge and the open ocean below; it illuminates with the shades of orange and hues of yellow and red, making your heart flutters at the sight of your man when he shifted his eyes on you and he smiles — although it didn’t reach his eyes, you knew up until then. There’s no hesitations when he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down with him. As the waves crashed in your bodies — you knew it was something more than a declaration of love and a ring.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[overstuffd]

Live on air

(For @feedinboi, who requested a manipulative feeder secretly broadcasting you. Ingredients: weight gain, secret feeder, manipulation, being made into chubby public property)

I wonder when you realised you'd become so many people's personal porn?

It certainly wasn't the day I posted the first picture. Just a quick snap on my phone of you standing in front of the open fridge. Sent to one special group chat, with a promise of what I was going to do to you.

One picture a day, for a little while. Capturing you chugging the soda I poured into the diet bottle, adding extra sugar to the already calorie laden mix.

Replacing your meal prepped protein shakes with thick cream and mass gainer concotions, you never questioning why they tasted so much better than before.

Just one picture a day - to start.

But my little switches start having an effect so quickly. It seems a shame not to document more of your changes.

You don't notice when I start posting multiple pictures a day.

I'm still being careful, but the opportunities to show your growing spread are too tempting to pass up. You, reaching for something off a top shelf, the curve of your belly opeeking out from under your shirt. You, struggling to pick up an m and m that fell to the floor as you ravenously poured a whole bag into your mouth - I guess those appretite stimulants I added to your 'protein shakes' are working.

The aphrodisiacs are working too, at least juding by the photos of your rounded ass I snap as you sheepishly slip into your room, one hand already on your bulge.

I thought you might notice when I installed the kitchen cam. Still, I put it in the fruit bowl - somewhere you never checked these days. Then it was a simple matter to set up the live stream for all your fans to enjoy.

You, devouring four huge meals at the kitchen table. You, dazed from the joint I rolled you chugging chocolate milk straight from the carton. You on a midnight fridge-raid you thought noone would see.

Even if you haven't noticed the cameras, there's no way you haven't noticed the effect I'm having on your body. I have a perfect document of those pyjama pants stretching out, of the day you tore a hole in the ass bending to grab icecream from the freezer. Now you usually wear your overstretched boxers around the house.

I noticed a few half hearted attempts to diet. The lean chicken I marinated in cream. The broccoli I fried for you in butter. Your heart was never in them though. You didn't know it yet, but you were already addicted to being full.

You certainly notice the cameras the day you realise how are addicted you are. The day you wake up to find the fridge empty, the cupboards bare. The day you waddle to me, rubbing your hungry belly, desperate for something to fill the emptiness. The day I promise to order you a feast, on one condition.

That's when I set up the camera on a tripod in front of the couch. You, confused but so desperate to be fed you agree to anything I say, lying back on the couch pinned under your huge but empty belly.

Me, placing a delivery order from three different restaurants and pulling out the icecream I hid from you, now melted into thick, sweet cream.

Starting the livestream for your - appropriately enough - ballooning fanbase by jiggling your huge soft belly while you moan and beg to be filled. Holding the carton to your lips and puring it down your throat, massaging your doming gut as you gulp.

By the time you finish the carton you're gasping for breath, but you're nowhere newar full yet. Good thing too - the first of the breakfasts your fans have funded is arriving, and you're going to eat every bite.

Smile for the camera, gorgeous.

[ccraccz]

HELLOOOO I AM BACK AGAIN, May I request for Heartsteel! (all of em again) x fem! reader how would they treat you on your first date/where would yall be in your first date? (pls do include Alune too if you may!) thank you so much!

Our first date

Characters: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, K'sante, Yone, Alune x fem!reader

Aphelios

Aphelios is such a gamer boy

He'd probably take you to one of those claw machines shops

You know the ones that just have a bunch of functional claw machines, and you get to try your luck at them

He'd be a total god at them it's unbelievable

He'd get you anything that you lay eyes on for more than 2 seconds

That Badtzmaru plush? It's yours in 7 seconds

That figurine of your favorite character? He's getting it right now

And if you get him anything? He will melt

Aphelios will cherish what you got him more than anything (other than you or alune)

During the date, he'll speak to you softly and, if you want, he'll teach you his ways on the claw machine

He'll stand behind you while you play and would not mind any affection given to him out of excitement

He tries to get you something in secret, and if he succeeds, he would be smiling so hard under his mask

You both exit the claw machine place with your arms filled with prizes, most for you and some for himself

Then he takes you out to eat something, anything

Though he does love his takeout 🙃

When he takes you home, be sure to show him your gratitude by kissing him on the cheek after placing your stuff on your living room

He'll be thinking about what to do for the next date 💙💙

Ezreal

For a first date, he'd probably take you out to karaoke

He'd be able to show off what he likes to do and see your taste in music

And by that, he'll definitely be able to determine things about you

To get you comfortable, he'll sing to you a few times and encourage you to sing either with him or alone

If you sing a duet with him, he'll be very pleased and choose some type love song like "can't help falling in love" or something lol

and if you get the courage to sing a song for him, he'd totally encourage you and sing praises

He'd get shivers down his spine while you sing and if you mess up he wouldn't even laugh

He would just smile at you sweetly and listen as you sing

He's so mesmerized by you that he doesn't notice that you finished the song until you poke him on the cheek

After a while, both of you get tired of singing, throats stomachs hurting from singing and laughing

When he drives you back home, and after some ice cream, he walks you up to your door and opens his arms while asking for a goodbye hug💚💚

He'ssosweetandcuteijustwannakisshimtotomorrowiwishhewadrealoml

Sett

Sett would probably have a mall date with you 🙃

He wants to fet to know you in a more relaxed setting where it's just you and him

He'll get to know your style and what you usually look forward to while shopping

BTW, he learned all this because he asked his mom about it

Anyways, he'd also get to show off his arms and strength by carrying the bags!

Win win situating right?

He'd definitely want to get the photobooth pictures with you and keep them in his wallet

He's so cute oml

If you recommend something to him, like a sleeveless jacket, protein powder/shakes, or pins?

He's getting them and putting them on his person instantly

Especially if it's a plush! He's adding that to the collection that you haven't seen yet

Other than that, he'd be able to ask you questions while walking, and when you get hungry, you both would just go to the food court and get what you guys want!

He's so gentle with you, following you to every store like a pup, a smile on his face as you show him a dress you like or shoes you think would look good with his fit

He's looking at you with the most live striken eyes as you go on about your week and more

if you ask him any question, he'll answer very truthfully

And when he drives you home, he helps bring the bags up to the front door before attempting to leave with a wave and a smile

But you pull him back for a hug and a kiss on the cheek

When he gets inside his car, his face is as pink, and his hair and his ears perked up higher than anyone's used to seeing💜

Kayn

You don't know what you're getting into

Kayn is scared

Before meeting up with you, he had to tall Rhaast some basic rules like, don't be disrespectful and some other ones that he need to keep in mind

Even though Kayn is quite wild, he didn't want to scare you on the first date

So he met up with you at your place on foot and you both went on the bus to the nearest paintball/airsoft park

He showed you the basics of the games, you watched and admired him intently, and played some yourself

You guys didn't go against each other as he spectayed while you played and you spectator while he played

At first, he was slightly romantic, helping you with putting on gear and protection so you wouldn't get hurt

But when the adrenaline started getting to the both of you, he started to get a bit roudy

But you know it's because of the adrenaline

He treats you with utmost care and affection

If you're nervous about the first game, he'll comfort you, though it's kinda difficult because he's not used to it

He makes sure you're not too hurt, and if you get a mark due to a bb

After a few hours, you guys walked to the closest convenience store, and he called one of his friends to pick him and you up in a few minutes

He bought you a few snacks and some drinks to cool off and walked towards a nearby park to sit around and talk to you

When the ride came and you arrived home, you held his hand and sqeezed it lightly before leaving the car with a soft smile

You, sadly, didn't see him cover his face with his hands after you shut the door and walked inside

Yone definitely saw that 🤭

K'sante

K'sante would 100% have a first date at a pottery painting place!!!

He'd suggest painting something for you and you painting something for him!

He designed a Ramen bowl for you while asking about your favorite things, like color, character, music genre, and clothing style

You also asked him some questions, but your creative piece didn't come out as well because you were so distracted with how gentle he was with the details of your bowl and how handsome he was

The plate you were designing looked,,, not as good, and you felt he definitely deserved a better plate

So you kept silent and concentrated

Some questions here and there are to get to know each other better, but most of the time is used on painting.

So, in the end, it was a silent date with him

Very comforting and soft

After you both finished your pieces for each other and washed your hands, you both went out to eat out together!

Two days later, K'sante appeared at your front door with a ramen bowl that was your favorite color with your favorite shape.

The plate you made is something he uses when you're around to make you feel proud of yourself!!

Before he leaves you with your new favorite bowl, you grab him by the hand and pull slightly before hugging him 🧡

Aigh I love himsosomuch its unfair

Yone

He'd totally, 100%, bring you to an all-out dinner.

He'd call beforehand, asking you to wear the fanciest dress you have because later that day, you're both going to a fancy restaurant

Just the two of you

No gang. No annoyance. Nothing

He had told the group that he had something very important to do and does not want any problems

And in the first minute with you in the restaurant, he was called by Sett

He turned off his phone after that call and apologized sincerely

At the start, he was mesmerized with your looks, so when you asked a question, he had to double take on what you said

(The fancy restaurant was a sushi restaurant, I hope you like that)

He answered your questions and you answered his

And when your orders came, it was quite silent

His looks, his hands, his hair!!! He was just so handsome

You couldn't help but stop eating to just,,,

Stare at him for a minute or so

And as if feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to see you looking at him with hearts in your eyes

After your meal, he drives you home and walks you to your door

He was shaky and nervous as you looked at him

And like any cringey romance movie, you kissed his cheek and left a red/pink/gloss mark on it before entering your home and saying thank you and good night

He had to take a minute to himself

He walked back to his car and turned on his phone

Taking a picture of himself with your lips marked on his cheek, he texted you good night and the picture before being spammed by both you and the boys

He put the picture you took of both you and him in front of the restaurant as his background

Now he's gonna be stressed out because of the gang

Let's hope everything goes alright

He'll be thinking about you all night before rubbing off the mark of your lips, guiltily ❤️

He's so freaking pretty

Alune

(WAAA THERE REALLY ISNT ANY GIFS FOR ALUNE AND IM SOBBING ILHSM)

Alune would definitely invite you to her place and have a movie date with you

Both you and her would do your nails and play games before watching movies or series

She had to tell her twing that she was inviting you over and wants some privacy

So he went to hang out with the boys for the day while his sister has her special day

Before anything, she buys some snacks and asks you to bring anything you'd like, plushies, clothes, blankets, anything!!

She does your nails, you do her nails

She does your hair (with some struggle since aphelios is the one that does hair best), you do her hair

She turns every light off and on the couch, you both cuddle and ask questions to each other before watching the movie or series

After that, if there is time, you both play games! Whether board or online, you both enjoy your time

Her voice is very alluring, so every word she says, it takes all of your attention to her

Before you leave her place, she tells you to call her so she knows that you're safe

She knows how people are and wishes nothing bad to happen upon you

GAUSH SHE SO PRTTY I LOVE HER SMMM!!!!

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Note!

AAAAH IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I LOVE THIS REQUEST, IT WAS SO SO CUTE!!!

I will say one thing, idk much about kayn, so I really have to do some research on his character. I'm also feeling a bit better, but tomorrow there won't be an update because I have a really long essay I have to write, and I'm very nervous about it 😭😭

Anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ITS SO SO CUTE!!! 💙💙💙💙

[arabellasleopardcoat]

The Seamstress (Aemond Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Prince Aemond is your favorite client.

Warnings: Seamstress! Reader x Aemond. Smut. Mature language. Age gap, though not specified, and everyone is of age.

A/N: I was thinking about how something always felt off when writing Aemond. So, experimenting a little here.

The nerves and excitement don’t go away, even if this has to be the tenth time you are asked to do it. You feel yourself alight with pride. This is your moment.

Since you were no more than a little girl, you had always wanted to become a seamstress. You dreamed of making beautiful dresses for the noble ladies to wear, handsome gambesons and shirts for the lords. Years have passed since then, and you have become a renowned dressmaker, having fabricated gowns for Houses such as the Lannisters and the Arryns alike, but being asked to dress the royal family still thrills you.

You feel as if you were a little girl, wandering the halls of the Red Keep. It's no matter if you have done this before, you still feel the same sense of accomplishment. Besides, getting to work with your favorite client is always a joy.

The Queen has confided in you that you are also his favorite. Prince Aemond refuses to wear anything you haven't personally sewn. Your job is harder that way. You can't distribute the more menial tasks to your sewing girls, having to sew every stitch yourself. Yet, at the same time, it fills you with accomplishment when you manage to meet his expectations.

“Chin up, my Prince.” You say, softly pushing his jaw upwards. You go on your tiptoes, placing the pin on the cloth near his throat. He would look stunning in a linen shirt, with such a beautiful neck and shoulders. But alas, the prince is not one for light colors.

“How long will this take?” One of his hands, big and broad, goes to your waist. To steady you, surely. Yet, you cannot help but get distracted by the touch. It has been so long since you have been touched in such a manner. “I have to go train before noon.”

“Prince Aemond.” You warn, softly fixing the fall of the cloth. “These things take time. You can't just wear anything to the coronation.”

“I am not the one getting crowned, am I?”

You fix a button. You do not like the way the shape the outfit is giving him.

Taking a step back, you examine the clothes with a critical eye.

The pants need to be taken in. You kneel, tightening them around his waist and thighs. When your hand reaches his inner thigh, you notice that he has a bulge in his trousers. Your eyebrows raise. Unsure if it is what you think it is, you smooth the fabric around his hips.

His hand goes to your cheek. You look up, searching his face. Prince Aemond’s eye is dark, almost all pupil. He looks like he could just eat you up. His thumb brushes over your lips. As if in a trance, you open up.

You would be ashamed of reacting this way to any other man. But not with him. Not when he is as equally desperate, hungry for you.

It’s not something that's encouraged, bedding nobles. You would rather not end up with a bastard on your belly, shamed and unable to work. Your entire thing, what sets you apart from other seamstresses, is that you are a respectable woman.

But even respectable women feel desire. Even respectable women want to be worshiped and adored.

“Come here.” Prince Aemond pulls you to your feet. Then, he kisses you, hungrily. You start to take out the pins off his clothes, throwing the shirt away. The cloth gives as if it was nothing, long gone are your patterns and pins.

He lowers your bodice and hikes up your skirt. You grin. This is not new, either. It still fills you with the same thrill as it did the first day. Prince Aemond had not taken your maidenhead, nor had you taken his. But it had been you who had taught him, sitting on top of his hips and rolling your hips until you milked him dry.

There is something about teaching others about pleasure. You understand now, why men savor maidens so much. You can teach them to love and please just how you like, aim their thrust just at the angle you need to reach your own peak.

Prince Aemond kisses you hungrily, licking into your mouth as if a man starved. That, too, you taught it to him. Back then, his kisses had been all teeth, all clumsy head movements. Designed to conquer through brute force rather than seduction.

He kisses down your throat, sucking a bruise right between your collarbones. You sigh, quietly. He nips at your skin, determined to force a sound out of you. You have found out he thrives on praise and recognition, starved as he is.

He pushes harder, kissing the spot he knows makes you melt. You reward him with a soft moan. You have never been one for loud demonstrations of passion, and it shows, but it only makes more valuable to him the little sounds you let out.

You feel yourself start to get more and more wet. Your cunt throbs between your legs, slick and ready for him.

“Put it in.” You plead. “My Prince, please.”

“You are such a demanding thing, for a commoner.” He grunts, biting down at your shoulder. There is no room for complaint because he is entering you in one smooth thrust. You let out a keening sound, half pleasure, half pain. You can feel him grin sharply against your skin, face still hidden on your shoulder.

He rocks more than he thrusts, as he holds you open with one of his hands. This way, your pearl is exposed and rubs against his pelvis each time he moves.

His face remains hidden, and you feel his hair tickling against your skin. You feel the urge to nip at him as he does you, but you don't dare. He is not yours, nor are you his. Not only is it not allowed, but it would anger him. Prince Aemond, no matter how much he enjoys your body, does not think himself your equal.

He is above you, or so he says. If he likes to live in delusion, you won't be the one who stops him. It's not you, at the end of the day, who leaves these chambers looking wrecked. It's not you who melts at praise, at being told he is good.

“Like that?” Prince Aemond asks, cockily, as he watches your mouth slacking with pleasure.

“Right there.” You tilt your hips upwards, chasing your own peak. He fucks into you, mindlessly. He has a one track mind when it comes to these kinds of things. Thrives on watching you fall apart, as if it makes him more, as if it fills his pride. It's a good thing, in a lover, but you shudder to think of what this man could do only to be able to feel proud of himself.

It takes only a few well-planted thrusts before you are shivering and shaking against him, mouth open into a silent scream. He groans, pleased, coming out of his hiding place to give you a chaste kiss.

You straighten yourself. You thumb a pink, puffy nipple between your fingers and lean in, to coo right on his ear.

“You did so well.” You kiss his earlobe, softly taking it into your mouth and tugging. “So good for me.”

He trembles against you, face going back to hide on your neck. You wish he allowed you to look at him in moments like this. Prince Aemond probably looks wrecked. You can see it in your mind's eye, how his eye fell closed, how he has to bite his lip so hard to not let out a sound.

The view you get makes up for it, though. His back is arched so hard it must hurt, to make up for the height difference between the two of you. His hips snap into you so hard, you think you might end up with bruises from his damn hipbones.

Your prince has a beautiful body, honed from years of training. He is also all sharp lines and angles, hipbones, jaw, cheek. It is why you enjoy dressing him so much. His pale skin and light hair would really shine in jewel tones, but he refuses to use anything but dark.

“You are so good. No one makes me feel like you do.” You whisper, softly scratching at his scalp. You keep your touch gentle and sweet, and that seems to be his undoing. He tenses up and gives a little grunt, and soon, you can feel the telltale wetness between your legs.

You congratulate yourself on a job well done. You kiss the top of his head and start fixing your dress. On the floor, there is a mess of pins and cloth. The patterns will not be able to be salvaged, and you have another appointment in less than an hour. You need to bathe.

With no other choice but to walk out, you kiss him one last time.

“Come see me later, for the clothes.”

And he does come. But you get distracted again. He ends up going to the coronation in one of his everyday outfits. The Queen pays you regardless. She knows how difficult her son can be.

[twig-tea]

GL odds and ends 6 October 2024

I haven't been as good at posting about shows as I wanted to be, so I'm trying a round-up format instead because it feels like a lot of GLs skirt under the radar. It's exciting that we're in a time when there's enough GL airing that it's worth doing a round-up! This was a great week for the lesbians to figure themselves out, so it feels like a good week to start. No idea how regularly I'll do this, need to figure out a cadence that makes sense.

Currently airing (with thoughts up to Oct 6):

Reverse 4 U 5/8 (Thai, Tuesdays 1:00 PM EDT, Netflix / YouTube) This week the girls finally sorted themselves and we got set up for the main plot to start next week. I was initially really stoked about this one and then a little bummed that it's not taking it's very cool premise and the stakes it establishes as seriously as it could be, but I'm still hoping it will start to have real stakes in the main plot stretch.

The Two of Us s2 ep 6/6 END (Thai, 29 Aug-3 Oct 2024, YouTube) It was so great seeing women in their 40s being romantic together but I did not love the plot of this one; I find their romantic conflicts too juvenile (lots of easily-triggered jealousy). The moments they're being sweet are great though.

Unlock Your Love ep 4/8 (Thai, Wednesdays, GagaOOLala / YouTube [cut version]) This is the first episode that this series felt a little more assured; I liked the series this production company produced with a short run time, it feels like this series has been worse off for its longer episodes. That being said, when these couples get to do their thing like in this episode, they have good chemistry.

Chaser Game W s2 ep 3/8 (Japanese, Thursdays 12:30 PM EDT, GagaOOLala) @lurkingshan is already doing a great summary of this week to week in her JQL weekly round-up!

Affair the series ep 6/8 (Thai, Fridays 11:15 AM EDT, iQIYI/ YouTube) Finally! I liked that it was Ek pointing out that Wan was unhappy the entire time she was gone that finally got Pleng to give in to her desire to be with Wan. This show is so melodramatic but the emotional threads follow and the character motivations are clear and consistent; I'm enjoying it in spite of not loving melodramatic storylines in general. It helps that the acting in this one is excellent.

The Loyal Pin ep 10/16 (Thai, Sundays 12:15 PM EDT, YouTube) Glad we finally got confirmation of Patt's history! And I'm relieved Anin knows she has an ally, though I feel like it's given her false confidence that worries me. These two are stressing me out by how bad they are at being careful but I do love how desperate they are for each other, as well as how beautiful this show is.

Red Whisper ep 2/8 (Korea, Wednesdays and Sundays, YouTube) Starting with cheating is not my fave but is par for the course with these SukFilm short series; my fave so far has been their first GL so if you haven't seen that yet I'd honestly recommend that instead.

Recent One-offs

Out of Breath (re-release in a bingeable version; Korean, YouTube) Highly recommended! Also the creator, Soo not Sue, announced she's working on another series to hopefully air before the end of the year, which I am super stoked about.

The Suffering of Xiqing Mountain (Chinese (censored), YouTube)

Sastra film app YouTube channel has several short Cambodian GL series that come out weekly Honestly they are not to my taste but I don't like gatekeeping GL especially from smaller markets. I check in on these time to time and if there are any that I think are great I'll give them a shout-out

Ditto above with JPC media YouTube channel for Thai GL shorts if there are any that stand out to me I'll say so

Recently ended that I haven't had the wherewithal to write about:

Hoshikuzu Telepath (fansub) Thank you to @yuiyuihan for your hard work making it possible to watch this series! I I haven't read the original manga but I do know they changed the kiss communication to a forehead rest; Unsurprised that this adaptation, starring idols in the same group, would be left ambiguous in terms of whether their feelings are friendly or romantic. I liked what this series was trying to say, but in all honestly didn't love the execution. It's too bad because I absolutely love the concept of an alien being helped by girls obsessed with building rockets.

The Secret of Us 8 eps [complete] (24 Jun-15 Aug 2024, YouTube) I first included this in my recommendations from the summer and then retracted, but I ended up liking this series and then never updated again. So to set the record straight: Though it lost me in the middle, the ending on this series won be back over. I really appreciated the way this series handled filial piety and balancing that against personal happiness. I appreciated SO MUCH that the main characters decided together how to handle Lada's situation with her mother. I finally understood too late that Earn believed the lies Lada's mother told her in ep1, and that affected some of their decisions in the middle of the series. I still think the execution was wobbly, but the acting and chemistry between the two leads carries this series through. This has some of the best domestic fluff in any GL, as well as my favourite GL counter lift to date. And it's gorgeous. Tentatively recommended with the caveat that you do have to either enjoy or power through the melodrama in the middle.

Starting soon:

Apple My Love, Thai, 12 October, GagaOOLala

Pluto, Thai, 19 October, VIU

The Nipple Talk, Taiwanese, 1 November GagaOOLala

My Ex's Wedding [in theatres in Thailand 14 November]

Petrichor, Thai, 23 November, TBD

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Obsessed- Lady Lesso x EverReader!

Synopsis: Lesso has this thing, but no one knows. Not even you…

Word Count: 643

Warnings: Dark!Lesso, no smut, non-consensual stalking, readers gender isn’t mentioned. (Lmk if there’s anything else!)

A/n: (You can kinda see her tie pin in this gif, which is not mine btw) Okay, yes, this is short asf. I’m sorry! I really wanted to get something out while I’m working on this other smutshot (that includes working up the courage to do it too 😅) I figured something was better than nothing.? I legit have had this forsaken OneShot in the drafts at 5-6k words FOR A YEAR NOW GUYS. I’m trying! I want you guys to have it too. I’m also SO sorry to the few requests I’ve gotten, believe me I have seen them and I do plan on writing them! I’m just once again working two jobs and I’m also plainly in the dumps with writing motivation :/. I’m working on it 🫶🏻.

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

Obsession. It's a funny thing really. It usually builds from innocence, a simple crush maybe.

But then, it spirals.

Though, the obsessor most times doesn't realize the extent of said obsession.

Leonora Lesso wouldn't necessarily deny the fact she obsessed, of course, unless, she was asked.

It wasn't her fault. It was yours.

Yeah, that's it. Your fault.

You.

You with your bright smiles and warm being.

It really should make the Never woman feel sick.

But she watches you with a subtle warm fuzzy feeling, like how she would think it would feel if you made her soul smile.

Watching you at meal times with Dovey, laughing at whatever the conversation was.

She found satisfaction in watching you, joy almost, watching you teach. The passion you held was quite similar to hers, though you were an Ever.

And even now, her watching you from behind your balcony door. Enjoying the feeling that fills her as she watches you undress from the day.

No, she wouldn't say she's obsessed. Enthralled, sure.

Enthralled at the possibility you could see her in the reflection of the mirror you were standing in. Enthralled by your possible reaction if she chooses to make herself known, or maybe, if you were to catch her.

She often wonders what your reaction would be.

After all, she does this almost nightly.

How you haven't seen her at least once in the fortnight, Lesso wasn't sure. But she loved to think of the idea that you were aware of her watching you, and you enjoyed it as much as she did.

She continues to wait in the shadows, watching how you don't skip a single part of your routine.

She'd come to learn that you liked everything in a certain way, down to your showers.

As you climbed under the covers, your nightly steps coming to end, she never strayed.

She usually liked to stay until she knew you were asleep, loving how peaceful you looked.

Normally, it was enough.

Being 20 feet from you, a glass door in the way, it was close enough.

Normally.

Well, who’s to say what’s normal and what’s not.

Once again, you were peacefully in your slumber while Lesso hadn’t moved a hair.

But she needed more.

She carefully took her tie pin from the knot that she frequently adorned, using it to swiftly pick the door you always made sure to lock.

The first step into the unfamiliar, yet very familiar, space was enthralling for her. Your true scent, unbothered and unedited, hitting her nostrils so strong to the point she’s sure she would’ve faltered if she cared to pay attention.

But as always, her attention was elsewhere.

Neither her heels or her cane made their signature click as she entered, the carpet working in her favor.

Slowly she walked up to your bed, standing at the end and getting lost in your serenity.

But as realization set, she decided she wanted to learn more. No, needed to learn more about you.

Her painted nails just barely scraped the surface of your duvet as she slowly moved onto your bedside table.

Noticing the new book you recently picked up, she made a mentally note to look into it later.

She never stayed in one spot for too long, too afraid it would bring her a welcoming she can’t ignore.

Her final spot was your vanity.

The very same one you sat yourself at just mere moments ago.

Sitting in the same spot as you previously had could’ve made her head spin, she had to know that her heart was pounding, if she paid any mind to it.

But her mind was elsewhere.

Her eyes and her mind were on you, just like before.

But sitting there, seeing you, smelling you, feeling you….

She couldn’t help but think, just how much fun she’d have with you.

🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮🝮

Taglist: @v3nusxsky @just-your-casual-nerd @pebbleswritessometimes @scream-queenlover @darkth1ngs @sgelessoanddoveykissing @hxzxrdous

(Okay, I’m def missing people on this list and if you’re one of them please leave a comment! 🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Part 2 maybe??

[euniexenoblade]

Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round Two

"Hello there readers! This is a silly Halloween smut story! If you haven't read the prologue or round one yet, I recommend you do!"

"She's talking to no one again," the chained Delilah says off to the side, "all these people are fucking insane."

Mordred sighs, but ignores her. "Well, even though Delilah is trying to be a party pooper, I'd like to welcome you to the second round of The Fucking Game!"

An unseen crowd cheers and applauds.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mordred waves at the reader. "Now, at the end of the last round we asked you, the reader, to select who Delilah would have a three way with!" More crowd cheers. "Now, let's see how that poll turned out!"

"Pumpkin and Priscilla are the winners!!!!" More crowd applause. Priscilla starts to fly and bounce with excitement. Pumpkin sits there. It is a pumpkin.

"Now, no more delay, let's commence the three way!" One final batch of cheers is heard.

Mordred walks off stage, as do Lilith and Slosha (well, Slosha slides).

No curtain falls. The wall that separates the contestants and Delilah rises. Hooded figures walk out and unshackle Delilah’s wrists and walk away. Delilah looks up and sees….nothing but a pumpkin on a chair. She scrambles to her feet and looks around, to her left is everyone that left the stage, standing in front of empty audience seats – they’re all grinning at her.

Delilah doesn’t understand what’s happening, but she sees this as her only opportunity to escape. Delilah runs straight at the empty chairs (well, empty except for a pumpkin), hoping to get around the group of monsters and escape. She’s about to make it to the end of the set when she feels something tugging her back. She’s slammed against the floor, but she can’t see anyone. She feels hands all over her, but she still can’t see them. It feels like someone is squeezing her tits, but it also feels like someone is pinning her wrists and legs to the floor.

The group off stage laugh as Delilah struggles against what she can’t see.

Then as if appearing out of nowhere, a woman appears, sitting on Delilah. She’s naked, hair long, big tits, see-through and she’s holding Delilah’s arms down. Delilah screams, but it means nothing, everyone off stage is laughing at her. The spirit lets go of Delilah’s arms, but Delilah still can’t move them, as if they’re permanently held down.

“Oh, my sweet girl, how I’ve longed to feel you…” the ghost moans as she slowly lowers herself onto Delilah’s cock. Delilah tries to scream again, but the ghost pushes her hands into Delilah’s chest, grabbing Delilah’s lungs, overwhelming her and disrupting Delilah’s breathing. As Delilah coughs and tries to breathe, everyone notices her cock starting to twitch inside Priscilla, finally fully erect. “Looks like we found someone’s kiiiink~” the ghost laughs.

With this, Priscilla grasps Delilah’s lungs tighter, cutting off breathing altogether. Delilah tries to thrash to escape, but she is pinned down still, held there by some unseen force, and Priscilla uses this thrashing to start moving her hips, fucking herself with Delilah’s cock. Priscilla lets off moans of joy, enjoying her toy for the moment, but Delilah gets little to no stimulation. She can barely feel Priscilla at all, more like a breeze pushing on her cock.

Priscilla, turned on so much from the sex, starts to ooze a viscous, light colored substance out of her crotch – her ectoplasm leaking all over Delilah. Delilah can barely tell though, her cock feeling practically nothing from all this as energy starts to leave her body and she starts to go a bit limp. Delilah finally feels like it’s time to give up her life, but through her pained gasps makes one final sound: “Puh…..Puh…..”

Priscilla replies with a simple “Hmm?” As much as Priscilla would like to watch the light leave Delilah’s eyes, she always wants to hear what the toy has to say. She loosens her grasp on Delilah’s lungs. Delilah gasps for air, coughing and taking in the biggest breaths she can. “What is it you want, little girl?”

Delilah is still coughing and gasping, “Please...please...let me cum before I d-die….”

Priscilla laughs. “I can’t let you die. Pumpkin hasn’t gotten any action yet…”

Delilah finally getting control of her breathing looks to her side at Pumpkin. “I’m supposed to fuck a pumpkin?”

“Yes, Pumpkin is a precious friend and it’s part of this three way.”

“I’m...I’m not fucking a pumpkin…”

“What’s with that attitude?” Priscilla giggles. “You want to cum don’t you?”

“Y-yes..”

“Your options are cum with Pumpkin or I’ll choke you to death and make you my toy eternal.”

Delilah lays there quiet for a second, her cock going flaccid. “N-no, I think I’ll choose death.”

Priscilla laughs. “No, you won’t.” Priscilla leans forward until her ghostly body disappears into Delilah’s own body. Delilah can move finally. She stands up to run but feels a force pull her back, as if something inside her body moved her back towards the chairs despite what she tried to make her body do. Delilah’s body walks to Pumpkin’s chair against her will. There’s a hole in the pumpkin. “Has that always been there?” Delilah thinks to herself.

Suddenly, Delilah’s cock goes from flaccid to semi erect in an instant, a trick from her ghost pilot. “N-no please don’t do this to me,” Delilah cries. But her cries change nothing. With both hands she picks up Pumpkin and sticks her dick into it. She tries to pull away, but the ghost’s control is too strong. Delilah thrusts, feeling the rough edges of the pumpkin on her cock until the head hits the gooey insides.

The group off stage howl with laughter, “Look at her go! She wants to cum so bad!” Lilith yells.

Delilah feels humiliated, forced to fuck a literal pumpkin. She thrusts, back and forth, back and forth, the roughness on her cock smoothing as she does. Priscilla grasps Delilah’s lungs once again, and she can no longer breathe. She struggles for air as her lower body continues to fuck Pumpkin against her will, her cock getting as erect as it can. “Pluh...please no” Delilah stammers out.

And, finally Delilah cums inside pumpkin. The humiliation no longer matters. The fact she could die from not being able to breath no longer matters. She’s cumming, and she’s going to make it worth every second. She humps faster and faster and faster. She can suddenly breathe again, choking on the new air, she doesn’t stop. Slamming her cock into Pumpkin as much as she can, she’s finally getting everything that’s been pent up out of her. Until she finally let’s go of Pumpkin, letting it fall back to the chair, realizing she wasn’t being controlled by the ghost anymore.

She turns around, and Priscilla’s ghostly body is with the rest of the group off stage. “You loved Pumpkin so much I figured I wouldn’t stop you!” Everyone laughs. Suddenly, all the shame and humiliation hits Delilah again. She just fucked a pumpkin, and wasn’t even being made to at the end.

Delilah falls to the ground, hands holding her head, and screams “Nooo!” Everyone laughs at her.

Hooded figures walk on stage and hit her with the stun baton from earlier. Delilah shakes from the shock until she finally goes limp. The hooded figures drag her back to her side of the stage and put the shackles on her wrists. The wall that separates the sides lowers as the contestants walk back to their seats.

Mordred walks back on camera for all to see, “Wasn’t that fun?!” The mysterious studio audience returns with a loud cheer. “A round of applause for Priscilla!” Applause is heard and Priscilla does a floating curtsy, before changing her shape back to that of a cartoon ghost and hovering above her chair. “And a round of applause for Pumpkin!” The crowd goes wild, cheering, whistling, chanting, roses are thrown at the stage from the audience, landing in front of Pumpkin’s chair.

Mordred motions for the crowd to calm down. “A fantastic performance! A great way to open round two!” The audience cheers more. “Now, you at home! It’s time yet again for another vote! One lucky contestant will have one final one on one with Delilah before the next elimination! So, readers, decide, who will fuck Delilah?!”

Delilah starts to stir awake. “Please no….no more….”

A hooded figure appears once more and shocks her with the stun baton, knocking her out again, and walks off stage.

[starlightsreigns]

serial lover | j. uso

chap. one: new flame

summary: jordyn will tell you she's a levelheaded person, but that's a lie. she caught at crossroads, and she doesn’t want to choose.

warnings: 18+, smut. mdni

word count: 3.4K

author's note: welcome to serial lover: the series! haven't stopped thinking about this storyline for MONTHS. truly was the best couple of weeks in my entire life. so, this was birthed from missing seeing these two interact on tv. sorry for the lowercase, it's my bad habit. also can't decide if I should post part two to this... let me know.

baby try a new thing, let’s spark a new flame

Jordyn wasn’t an insatiable person and neither was she jealous. let’s just make that clear. she was cool, levelheaded, and had the biggest crush on the strongest woman she knows: rhea ripley. it was a given. the crush that she had on rhea had made her a jealous, petty, and slightly unhinged person. she couldn’t help it. Jordyn knew that the relationship with dominik wasn’t a real one, but one played for the cameras. but, it didn’t make it easier seeing the pair always hanging out with each other - yes, they’re friends, again she wasn’t as level-headed as she used to be. it wasn’t just dominik, everyone hung onto every word that came out of The Eradicator's mouth, not that she didn’t completely understand. 

celebration for night one of WrestleMania was in full swing at a private club downtown. the place was filled to the brim with superstars, both the WWE kind and the Hollywood kind. replays of the matches filled TV screens and she found herself entranced by the one playing the ending of Rhea’s match against Becky. She watched as Rhea hoisted Becky’s legs up for the pin that solidified her continued reign as champion. she groaned internally as she turned, forcing herself to think pure, innocent thoughts. 

why was she here? she had her own match that she needed to be focused on. yet, when her eyes fell on rhea near the bar, it all clicked. of course, she’d be wherever the australian woman was, even if that meant a lack of sleep leading into wrestlemania sunday. 

“jordyn, come take shots with us!” naomi waved her over. 

rhea’s eyes fell on Jordyn, flickering on as she watched her walks towards naomi, jade, and bianca. she straightened out her shoulders, taking peeks at Jordyn while pretending to be listening to the conversation that was happening between the rest of her faction. Damian noticed it first and bumped shoulders with Finn who only snorted. 

“i should go buy Jordyn a drink,” finn started, watching rhea closely for her reaction. “see if she’s interested in getting to know this irishman a lil better.”

“fuck off, balor.” rhea shot him a looking before glancing at Jordyn again. “i’m gonna go talk to her.” she muttered to no one in particular. 

dominik applauded, “good luck!” 

as the foursome downed a shot, bianca was standing in front of Jordyn smiled, and pulled her closer. without saying a word she wiped some of Jordyn’s smudged lipstick of and fixed her hair discreetly as she watched in confusion. 

“rhea is walking towards us, acting normal you fool.” she smiled through the words. 

Jordyn almost went rigged before relaxing her shoulders. she set the shot glass down and pretended to be engrossed in the fake conversation that jade had thankfully started. rhea though had feigned in confidence for a moment, pausing at the bar behind them. she took a deep breath before finally making it to them. 

“do you mind if i steal Jordyn from you?” she asked no one in particular. 

few places were crowded with people, but rhea had scooped out a spot in the farthest corner for them to sit. Jordyn sat near the wall, crossing her long leg as rhea situated herself. their thighs were slightly pressed together, but neither one of them dared to move. 

“how are you?” rhea asked. 

Jordyn smiled, “you’re asking me how i am after you just opened wrestlemania? are you kidding?” she playfully punched rhea’s arm. “i’m whatever, how are you ms.champ?” 

rhea’s cheek reddened. she shrugged her shoulder in contemplation, “it’s unbelievable.” 

“i think you were fucking awesome, i would’ve bet money on you if it wouldn’t cost me my job.” 

the women laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. some nerves sat in both of their stomachs. Jordyn looked over to where her friends were standing. jade, who was the newest to the group and newest to finding out about Jordyn’s crush, widened her eyes in a do something kind of way. 

“how’s the celebration, you know, with your crew?” Jordyn motioned to where the rest of the judgement day sat trying to pretend like they were watching them. “priest hasn’t looked away, am i keeping you from something?” 

“nothing at all,” rhea respond without looking away from Jordyn. “they’re just.. you know.” 

Jordyn nodded slowly, “are you okay? you seem quieter than usual.”

it took everything rhea to find a response. she finally glanced around the room. she took in the fact that the other three women were also watching them before glancing at her stablemates. she turned her attention back to Jordyn who was studying her. 

“your girls are staring too,” she responded finally. 

a laugh passed Jordyn’s glossed lips, “yeah, they’re my cheerleaders.” 

“cheerleaders?” rhea questioned, slightly moving in closer to Jordyn, closing more space that they didn’t even have. “in what way?” 

Jordyn uncrossed her leg to turn slightly towards rhea. she searched her eyes trying to figure out if this was her opportunity to just tell the woman what she was feeling. fuck it, she was going to throw caution to the wind and get it all out in the open. they were being watched by their friends and when she caught a glimpse of dominik walking up the girls, it confirmed that maybe rhea felt the same way. 

“you know, when they see me talking to someone i find very attractive, they always want to see me win.” Jordyn spoke softly, her eyes flickering to rhea’s lips before meeting her eyes. “they know i like you, so they’re on the sideline waiting to see if i have enough balls to finally tell you.” 

rhea didn’t say anything for a moment, but her eyes seemed to twinkle in the darkness of the bar. she leaned in closer to Jordyn and glanced at her lips. 

“so, if i kissed you right now, do you think our friends would get the message that we both had the balls to tell each other how we feel?” rhea’s voice was lower, darker. “will you let me kiss you?” 

“rhea,” Jordyn breathed out. “you’d be the one playing with fire.” she murmured as she allowed her hand to touch the warm skin on rhea’s torso.

finally, and after an agonizing minute, rhea leaned into kiss Jordyn. it was slow and deliberate. Jordyn sighed into the kiss and cupped her face, deepening it before they pulled away. their chest heaved as they caught their breath. 

“can i call you later?” 

“i’ll be waiting,” Jordyn answer, standing first to leave. 

she could hear the clapping coming for the judgement day boys as she walked past. her face felt hot but she stopped and gave them a bow before returning to her friends who were quick to envelop her in a group hug, playfully smacking her ass. naomi handed her a shot that they had ordered. 

“to this bitch finally having the balls!” 

they clinked their glasses and bottomed up. she stole a glance at Rhea who had made it back to her friends. they met eyes, both smiling. 

ꕀ  ꕀ  ꕀ

the night felt long, but in the best way. after several more shots, some that she took with other superstars, Jordyn knew she was drunk. her six inch heels no longer felt like needles in the soles of her feet, she felt like she could party until the sun rose. yet, as everyone started to head out, she hitched a ride back to the hotel with the twins and naomi. Jordyn rested her head in Jey’s lap, trying to keep her eyes open. Jey was kind enough to rub her arm through his own drunken state. 

“you still breathin’ ma?” jey leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

The couple in the front seat were in their own conversation leaving Jordyn and jey in their own world. she shifted around onto her back to look up at him as she nodded. he let out a little cackle at the goofy smile on her face. 

“what’s so funny, uce?” Jordyn gripped his arm that came around her stomach to support her. “you look drunk as shit.” she teased. 

Jey brought his face down closer to hers, “not as drunk as you jo, you look like them white girls outside the club.” 

“take that shit back,” she protested softly, swatting his arm. “you’re just jealous cause i can get down.” 

“nah, i’m jealous cause i ain’t taking you home with me.” he whispered with his tone turning serious. “gotta celebrate the winning twin, right?” 

Jordyn was lost for words. she stared into his eyes while she nodded, “right.” the word caught her in her throat but coming out in the tiniest of whispers. “and you want me to be the prize you won tonight?” 

“we all want different prizes, Uce still gets to be with his woman tonight.” he joked, leaning back into the seat to stare at the roof of the car. 

his comment laid thick between them. and in that moment, she completely forgot about the woman she had made out with earlier in the night. coincidentally, jey wasn’t there when it happened and she battled internally with the situation. she wasn’t in a relationship and rhea never said she wanted a relationship. it was an internal battle, and her drunken mind wanted the one thing she could have right then and there. 

Jordyn slowly moved her hand up to rest against the hem of his shirt. jey’s focus slowly fell onto her hand before her. a smirk played on his lips as she lifted the shirt to allow her cold hands to run over his warm skin. 

“i wanna celebrate jey uso.” she whispered softly, sitting up slowly so the two in the front seat wouldn’t catch on. “how do you celebrate?” 

her hands lowered from his stomach to the waistband of his joggers. she watched as Jey took a deep breath, glancing to see if his brother had noticed. he turned his face towards Jordyn, their nose barely touching. the tension was thick as her hand slowly made its way down to his growing erection. jey had seemingly held his breath when her cold hands wrapped around him, and moved at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“i got something for you,” jey muttered into her ear, inhaling when her finger slightly grazed his sensitive tip. “jo,” and it came out almost as if he was begging. 

“don’t worry about me,” Jordyn shifted closer to him, her lip close to his ear. “im gonna celebrate you, uce, maybe i'll even beg.” 

when the car turned into the parking lot, Jordyn withdrew her hand and rested her head on his shoulder, pretending to be fast asleep. she could hear naomi complain about how tired she was then jimmy making a joke about her not getting any sleep. 

“don’t worry, i’ll get her to her room, y’all go do y’all stuff.” jey ushered them off before look down at Jordyn. “c’mon, they’re gone.” 

Jordyn couldn’t contain the soft, drunk laughter that tumbled from her lips and she stumbled out of the car behind jey. he held onto her hand as they walked into the hotel. the tension from earlier returning with a vengeance. their hands gripped one another’s as they made it to the elevator, every now and then they’d sneak a glance at each and Jordyn couldn’t help but bite her lip. his simple merch shirt, gold necklace, and black joggers shouldn’t be as sexy as it was. 

when the elevator door opened, the pair rushed in. jey barely had the chance to press the floor number before Jordyn pulled him into her. her back pressed into the wall as he gripped her waist. their lips met in a hungry kiss that felt desperate. they barely pulled apart when the door opened. from there, Jordyn allowed jey to lead her to his hotel room. 

they separated when they walked into the room. Jordyn threw herself back onto the mattress, sighing in content while jey raided the bar. as the true star he was, he was in one of the fancier suites and she took a moment, even through the drunken state, to appreciate it. 

“here mama,” jey stood in front of her laid out body, situating himself between her slightly parted legs.

Jordyn sat up slowly, staring up at him through her eyelashes. she wrapped her arms around his stomach, opening her mouth and titling her head up for him to pour the dark liquor from the bottle. jey grinned as he started a light pour down her throat. He stopped when her mouth was nearly full, allowing her to swallow. it tasted like nothing but water and instantly made her go limp with a laugh. she knew she was too drunk to be drinking, and it was only going to push her closer to a blackout. 

“what’s so funny?” jey asked as he tilted the bottle back to drink. when he sat the bottle down and turned his attention back to her, she was flipped onto her stomach with her legs crossed in the air. “fuck,” 

“what?” Jordyn glanced back at him with a knowing smirk. “come lay down.” 

her descent to the ground was a little wobbly, but Jordyn watched as jey laid in the spot she once occupied. his eyes were fixated on her, never straying even when she did a meaningless spin. after a moment, she stood between his legs, running her hand up and down his thighs. 

“say you want me,” she murmured while climbing up to straddle his lap. Jordyn raked her fingers through his hair making his eyes slowly close. “say it, jey.” 

“i want you, jo.” 

Jordyn finally connected her lips to his. the kiss was hungrier than before, grinding her ass on him. She was hornier past the point of comphrension as she whined into the kiss. Jey’s eyes opened at the sound, biting down on her bottom lip causing her to whine louder. 

“Jey, i want you,” She whined as their lips pulled apart. 

That was the only thing he needed to hear. He flipped her onto the mattress, slipping his shirt over his head then helped take off her dress, tossing it over the edge of the bed. Jordyn stared up at him with hunger in her eyes. When Jey got off the bed to drop his joggers to the ground, her legs slightly pressed together in anticipation. Restless, Jordyn leaned up to pull him back on top of her, wanting to feel the warmth of skin again. 

“You real impatient, ma, do somethin’ for me,” He murmured with his lips on her neck. “Sit on my face, baby.” 

The air got caught in Jordyn’s throat at the request. She bit her lip as he massaged her ass, continuing his attack on her neck. She moaned softly, only yelping when he had slapped down on her ass cheek. Jey tapped her thigh as he lay on the bed, motioning her to take a seat. Jordyn wasn’t usually worried or self-conscious, but even through her drunkenness, she felt her heart beating out of her chest. She crawled up his body cautiously, feeling his chest under her hands. 

When she straddled his face, Jordyn licked her lips unable to move, “this is what you want?” 

Jey hooked his arms under her leg with a nod, pulling her down so she would meet his tongue. Jordyn threw her head back as he instantly started to tease and suck on her clit, wasting no time. Her juices collected on her tongue as he licked up her slit. The moans fell from her like a river as she gripped his long black hair that had fallen from the ponytail long ago. Jordyn couldn’t help it as she grinded her hips against his face, chasing the high that was so close. 

“Fuck you, jey.” Jordyn moaned, grazing the tip of her finger on his cheek. 

The feeling of his tongue on her folds started to make her legs tremble, unable to hold herself up Jordyn gripped the headboard to keep steady, making his grip on her legs tighter to his face as she squirmed. Her moans intensified, not caring who the neighbors were and if they could hear them. Jey alternated between sucking on sensitive bud and fucking her hole with his tongue. 

“Holy shit, Jey, please,” Jordyn plead. 

Her orgasm rushed over, allowing the most delicious moan that Jey’s ever heard fall from her lips. Jordyn fell limp with her breast pressed against face as she moved her heat from his face in attempt to take a breath. Jey chuckled while she was too tired to protest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and took a nipple into her mouth. 

“How you feelin’ mama?” He asked. 

Jordyn, after finally catching her breath, “fuck me,” she rolled onto her stomach on the bed, turning to look at him. “Please?” 

Jey groaned at the sight of her, watching as Jordyn arched her back. He ran his palms over her ass, smacking roughly as she gripped the sheets. 

“Don’t worry baby, ima take care of you.” her murmured as he gripped the back of her neck and pushed her cheek into the bed. 

“You takin’ too long.” Jordyn huffed then gasped when she felt his finger in her slick entrance, teasing her mercilessly. “Jey…”

Watching Jordyn squirm around made him chuckle, but finally gave into the one thing that she wanted. His tip teased her entrance, slowly pushing into her as she moaned into the mattress, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure. Jordyn forced her eyes open to watch as Jey focused on his deep strokes that felt like they were hitting her in the stomach. 

The sound of the bed shaking mixed with the moans from Jordyn and Jey’s grunts. Her mouth felt dry and she didn’t know how much she could take before she exploded. And when she tried to crawl away for a breather, Jey tightened his grip and slammed into her. 

“Don’t go runnin’ from me now, baby, you was beggin’ for this.” Jey kissed her hip. “Say my name, Jordyn.” 

Jordyn choked out his name, feeling the lack of air in her lungs. Jey reached around to wrap a hand around her throat and bring her up against him. He kissed on her neck as Jordyn tried to breath through all the strokes. She could feel the climax in the pit of her stomach and didn’t know how to vocalize it. 

“Please, please, please.” Jordyn begged, resting her hand over his around her neck. 

“You wanna cum?” He questioned in her ear. Jordyn nodded fervently with her mouth dropped open as soft cries fell from them. “Cum for me, all over this dick.” 

It was too much to hold any longer. Jordyn came so hard she was pretty sure she died and went to Heaven and Jey could see it painted by the dumb look on her face. Yet, that didn’t stop the pounding and the sweet nothings that he whispered in her ear and she begged hom to continue. Gosh, she felt like the biggest and luckiest slut in the world. One tear and another fell down her cheek - truly the best fuck she’s had in a while. 

As Jey’s pumps turned sloppy, Jordyn found her voice again, “come in me, please.” She wasn’t sure where those words came from, but she meant it as she squeezed around him. 

“Fuck, Jordyn.” Jey bit her shoulder as he twitched inside her and moaned as he filled her deep. “So sexy.” He muttered as she sunk back into the bed. 

Their labored breaths is all they had as they laid beside each other. Jordyn turned her head to look at Jey and when they made eye contact they couldn’t help the laughs they shared. Jey pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her stomach then resting his chin in the crook of her neck. 

“Did we just do that?” Jordyn murmured, staring up at the ceiling. 

Jey hummed, “I been waitin’ years to do that.” 

“Was it everything you imagined?” she turned slightly to meet his eyes. 

“Fuck yeah,”

They didn’t say anything else until they fell asleep, completely and utterly shocked on how one night changed their entire relationship.

:) welp, this my homecoming gift after being gone for so long

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Okay so!! This is my first time doing creative writing since middle school basically, I did my best and I had fun so, hope you enjoy! (It's under the cut bc I don't want to have it be too long of a post) Also. English is not my first language, (lmao ik) if some sentences are wack it's because I tried to do something cool and it didn't work.

It's about my college AU and I tried to give enough context for it to be understandable even if you haven't looked through the tags but this is meant to be middle of the story kind of stuff so I do recommend that you check it out before reading..

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Killer shivered from the cold in the apartment building. 142, Cross’s door number had been hard to find as the 2 had fallen off, leaving only a lighter imprint on the grimy gray walls.

He probably shouldn’t be here, but when else would he get an opportunity like this? The full moon was the only time he could evade Horror’s suffocating sheltering, the others were suspicious, he knew, and with him being out more and more often Nightmare was getting antsy…

He held his breath, finally finding the courage to knock on the door.

He waited a beat but was met with silence, budding worry tightened around his soul, trying the handle he found it slid open easily and with a strange snap, like the lock had been broken and never replaced.

Peering inside the apartment, Killer was shocked to see how cramped Cross’s living space was, a far cry from his own place, and taking his first steps inside he found it was nearly impracticable, the mess he encountered was more akin to rubble than untidiness and testified of an obvious struggle: kitchen appliances and rags strewn around the floor, broken glass, the counters scratched and one of the cupboards ripped off its hinges, these marks an echo of a wild animal’s rampage. This chaos was so unlike Cross, his uneasiness only grew.

Killer carried on with his exploration, turning his attention to the beat up cupboard, it only took a quick glance for him to recognize a small inconspicuous vial, among the cumin, the parsley and the other insignificant spices; there it was, Wolvesbane.

Killer didn’t get the time to dwell on how or why Cross would even own what was essentially Werewolf poison as a loud thud ripped through the heavy silence.

Killer’s non-existent stomach roiled, he left the cupboard behind, now far from his mind as he set to investigate the noise, following the dried blood trail past the torn couch (he did his best to ignore the smell. Now was not the time. Though he could tell it was Cross’s. A fact which worried him as much as it enticed him)

His shoulders were tense as he got close to yet another door, this one already ajar, he pushed it further, the room must’ve been Cross’s bedroom, it was dark and had he not been a vampire he most likely would not have been able to see, the copper smell was only stronger in here.

Killer froze as he spotted the dark mass near the end of the room. Its breathing rocked its hulking form. It had spotted him. Two white reflections pierced through the darkness and in seconds the wolf lunged.

Killer struggled against it as it clawed and snarled at him with a recklessness Killer did not expect from it. The beast had him pinned under its weight and Killer had to seize its jaws. Pushing the snapping and snarling muzzle away from him, his arms burning with the effort, his soul pounding and adrenaline coursing through him. The fight was constant movement. instinct alone permitted Killer to grab a hold of the thing’s maw and force it shut, pressing from top and bottom while it growled and tried to pull away from him. Killer slammed it onto the floor, to which it stilled with a pained whine.

Killer’s chest was heaving, he kept his hands where they were, unsure if the beast would get back up. When it became obvious it wouldn’t his shoulders dropped and he sighed. His eyes roamed the large wolf’s figure, a flannel Killer instantly recognized as Cross’s was still hanging to it, ripped to hell and back but Cross’s. Killer confirmed his suspicion, turning the wolf’s face to find a jagged scar under its right eye.

“Fucking hell Cross. You couldn’t just tell me these thing could you?”

Killer (despite his semi-serious words and lighthearted remark) felt lost. Why hadn’t Cross told him? He banished the thought from his mind. After all he’d never told Cross about his vampirism either. Why would Cross ever tell him about this?

Focusing on Cross he looked him over, his eyes were hazy and unfocused, a purple tint to them that Killer had never seen in them. Well. He’d unpack that later. For now.. “Up we go” Killer picked up the wolf with a grunt of effort, pulling Cross over his arm and heaving the mass of fur over his shoulder, he got to his feet unsteadily, balancing with the extra weight (a lot of extra weight) and started to long trek back home, starting with getting out of the apartment as inconspicuously as he could with a 120 pound Werewolf on his back…