#I wonder how many of these prompts I can do at once :P

[elizabethrobertajones]

ffxiv sapphic week 2 "vulnerability and vacation" just made me think immediately of poor Zero dealing with sunlight for the first time in a zillion years and I'm cackling about this hat having the same brim effect as her usual hat.

She is killing me with her mind for doing this to her.

Frog is empirically correct that Zero needs a vacation where she's ordered to do nothing and soak up sun for the good brain chemicals. They will kiss about it later, but for now this definitely feels more like medicine than a date :'D

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

okay not that he needs it but what a ego boost it would be if sebastian stumbled upon mc and ominis talking about the guy she likes and she just like he's so out of my league listing positive traits (cue sebastian getting very jealous) Only for ominis to be like just tell sebastian then I don't have to hear you wine about it all the timee

Eavesdropping | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you love it!!! :")

Words: ~4,600

Tags: Love Confessions, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, No Hogwarts House

The stone door of the Undercroft groaned softly as Sebastian pushed it open, stepping carefully inside. He exhaled softly, his shoulders relaxing for the first time all day. He had snuck out after curfew, hoping to release some pent-up frustration with a few dueling spells.

He was halfway down the stairs when he froze. Voices—two of them—floated up from below.

Sebastian frowned, his grip tightening on the banister. He recognized them instantly. You and Ominis.

What were you doing here so late? He edged closer, careful to stay out of sight.

“I just don’t see the point,” your voice echoed softly. “It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.”

Sebastian froze mid-step, his grip tightening on the banister. His brow furrowed. What wasn’t going to happen?

“It won’t if you keep dragging your feet,” Ominis replied, his tone dry as ever.

“It’s not that simple,” you shot back warily.

Sebastian tilted his head, curiosity sparking to life alongside a strange, uneasy feeling in his chest. You sounded frustrated—almost pained. What could possibly have you so worked up?

“It is that simple. You’ve been in love with him for years,” Ominis said, his tone cutting. “Merlin, I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve had this conversation. Either do something about it, or stop talking about it.”

Sebastian’s heart stopped. In love? You’d never mentioned anyone. Not once.

“There's nothing I can do, Ominis,” you said, exasperated. “He doesn’t see me like that.”

Sebastian’s stomach twisted painfully. Who was this mysterious he? Why hadn’t you told him about this before? You usually told him everything.

“And how would you know?” Ominis challenged.

“Because I know him,” you replied firmly. “We’re best friends!”

Sebastian’s chest tightened, a painful mix of jealousy and confusion swirling inside him. Best friends? You were his best friend. Who could possibly come before him in your life?

“Right,” Ominis said sarcastically. “Because you’re so unremarkable.”

“Ominis,” you groaned, “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he shot back. “Half the school is in love with you, and you’re acting like you’re some invisible wallflower.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened. Ominis wasn’t wrong. People were drawn to you—how could they not be? But you’d never seemed to notice, much less care. And now you were sitting here, pouring your heart out about someone who clearly wasn’t him.

You sighed, the sound heavy with frustration and tinged with a hint of defeat. “It doesn’t matter what the rest of the school thinks when he’s completely out of my league, Ominis. With his stupidly handsome face and that ridiculous smile that makes it impossible to think straight…” You trailed off, shaking your head. “Merlin, he’s just… he’s everything. Funny, clever, brave, loyal—he could have anyone he wanted.”

For a moment, it felt like the ground had been ripped out from under Sebastian’s feet. How could you possibly think that? How could you believe, even for a second, that you weren’t good enough for whoever this bloke was? And the worst part—the part that made his chest ache—was that he couldn’t step in. He couldn’t tell you how wrong you were because he wasn’t supposed to be listening this in the first place.

“And?” Ominis prompted.

“And what?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“You’re always going on about how wonderful he is, which, I’ll admit, I struggle to agree with,” Ominis said with a dry chuckle. “But you never actually tell me how he makes you feel. Isn’t that the important part? Does it matter how... how handsome and funny he is if he doesn't make you feel something special?”

You hesitated, your voice soft and uncertain when you finally spoke. “He… I don’t know. He makes me feel safe, Ominis. Like no matter what’s going on, as long as he’s there, I’ll be okay. And he makes me feel seen. Really seen. Like I don’t have to be the ‘hero of Hogwarts’ or ‘the girl with ancient magic.’ I don’t have to be anything except… me. He knows me in a way nobody else does. And when I’m with him, it’s like—for once—I don’t have to prove anything.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened again, but this time it wasn’t just jealousy—it was something deeper, more painful. Because that’s how he felt about you. You were his safe place, the one person who saw him as more than the brash, reckless troublemaker everyone else thought he was.

And now… now he was realizing that someone else held that place for you.

Ominis huffed a laugh, breaking the silence that followed your confession. “You know, it’s almost tragic.”

You glanced at him, confused. “What’s tragic?”

“That it’s him you’ve fallen for,” Ominis said, his voice laced with dry amusement. “Of all the people in Hogwarts—all the people who would gladly worship the ground you walk on—you’ve managed to lose your head over the most chaotic, reckless, insufferable person I know.”

Your jaw dropped, and a laugh bubbled out of you despite your embarrassment. “Ominis!”

“I’m serious,” he said, smirking. “You could have anyone. Anyone. And yet you’ve decided to pine after someone who probably doesn’t even realize you feel this way because he’s too busy rushing headlong into whatever absurd plan pops into his head.”

You groaned again, shaking your head. “You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Well, I do,” he replied, grinning. “Because clearly, he’s too thick to notice, and you’re too stubborn to tell him. I’m the one stuck in the middle of this ridiculous mess, forced to play mediator while you both dance around each other like idiots.”

Sebastian felt like his chest was going to collapse. The way Ominis spoke so casually about this guy—teasing, almost affectionate—was like a knife twisting deeper into his gut. Whoever you were in love with wasn’t just close to you. They were close to Ominis, too.

Who the hell is it?

Sebastian's mind raced through the possibilities, his thoughts a chaotic mess of jealousy and dread. It had to be someone you spent a lot of time with, someone you trusted enough to feel safe around, someone who was close enough to Ominis that he could make jokes about their recklessness.

And then it clicked.

Garreth Weasley.

Sebastian’s stomach dropped. Of course it was Garreth. It made perfect sense.

Garreth was charming, clever, and funny. He had that easygoing, confident smile that always seemed to draw people in. He was loyal, too—always ready to back up his friends, even if it meant landing himself in trouble. And he had that playful, carefree energy that made everyone want to be around him.

Sebastian felt sick.

Of course she loves Garreth. Why wouldn’t she?

He thought back to all the times he’d seen the two of you together—laughing in the Great Hall, chatting during potions class, exchanging those little looks that he’d tried to tell himself didn’t mean anything.

But they did mean something, didn’t they?

And then there was Ominis. Ominis liked Garreth well enough, didn’t he? He put up with Garreth’s antics, even joined in on the occasional joke. If you were in love with Garreth, it explained why Ominis was teasing you so mercilessly.

It all fit together too perfectly.

Sebastian gritted his teeth. He wanted to hate Garreth—wanted to hate him for being everything Sebastian wasn’t, for being the kind of person you could fall for so easily.

But he couldn’t hate Garreth. Not really. It wasn’t Garreth’s fault that he was so damn likable. It wasn’t Garreth’s fault that Sebastian had been too much of a coward to tell you how he felt.

He pressed his back against the cold stone wall, closing his eyes and letting out a slow, shaky breath.

I’ve lost her, he thought bitterly. I never even had her, and I’ve already lost her.

“It’s not like I have a choice, Ominis,” you continued on, your voice quieter now, tinged with frustration and something far more raw. “If I could stop loving him, don’t you think I would have by now? Believe me, I’ve tried,” you continued, your voice breaking slightly. “I’ve tried everything. I’ve told myself it’s just a stupid crush, that it doesn’t matter, but it does. And no matter what I do, I can’t… I can’t make it go away.”

“Then why don’t you tell him?” Ominis asked, his tone softer now, almost coaxing. “What are you so afraid of?”

You groaned, the sound laden with frustration. “Because it doesn’t matter! He doesn’t like me back, Ominis. I’d destroy our friendship for nothing!”

Sebastian’s heart clenched painfully, the bitter sting of your self-doubt twisting something deep inside him. How could you think so little of yourself? How could you not see what he saw when he looked at you?

Ominis let out an exasperated sigh. “I don’t think he deserves you,” he muttered. “Merlin knows he’s well aware he doesn’t deserve you. But you can’t decide his feelings for him. That’s not how it works.”

You scoffed. “Your point?”

“I’m just saying,” Ominis replied, his tone exasperated, “that you’re doing both of you a disservice. It’s… it’s getting to the point where something has to give. Either you tell him how you feel, or—”

“Or what?” you interrupted, glaring at him.

“Or I will,” Ominis said firmly, his expression unyielding.

You gasped. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” Ominis said, his smirk returning. “I’m tired of watching you both suffer in silence. Merlin knows Sebastian’s too dense to work it out on his own. Maybe hearing it outright will knock some sense into him.”

Sebastian’s heart stopped.

It’s me.

The thought hit Sebastian like a stunning spell, freezing him in place as the pieces of the conversation finally fell into place. Every word, every hint, every exasperated sigh from Ominis—it all pointed to the same answer, one that he’d been too blind, too self-critical, to see.

You were talking about him.

You were in love with him.

His breath hitched, and his grip on the banister tightened as his heart pounded so loudly he was certain you and Ominis would hear it. The jealousy, the doubt, the sharp ache in his chest—all of it melted away, replaced by a dizzying mix of disbelief, relief, and something far brighter: hope. Because you loved him.

“I mean it,” Ominis was saying now, his tone both firm and teasing. “If you won’t tell him, I will. Frankly, I’m tired of sitting through these endless heart-to-hearts when the solution is so obvious.”

You groaned, your frustration evident. “Ominis, I swear—”

“Do it, or I’ll make it the most public confession Hogwarts has ever seen,” Ominis threatened, though the smirk on his face made it clear he was only half-serious.

Sebastian couldn’t stay silent any longer. His feet moved before his mind caught up, carrying him down the remaining steps until he was standing in the open, his gaze fixed on you.

“Ominis won’t have to say a word,” he said, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside him.

You and Ominis both turned toward him, your expression contorting into shock while Ominis grinned.

“Sebastian,” you breathed, your eyes wide.

Ominis crossed his arms, looking entirely too smug. “Ah, there you are."

Sebastian ignored him, his focus entirely on you. “Is it true?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “Everything you just said… is it true?”

Your mouth opened, but no words came out at first. Your gaze flickered to Ominis, as if silently cursing him, before returning to Sebastian. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” he admitted, taking a step closer.

You flushed, your hands twisting nervously at your sides. “Sebastian, I—”

“Just tell me,” he interrupted gently, his eyes searching yours. “Please.”

You hesitated for a moment, your breath hitching, before finally nodding. “Yes."

For a moment, Sebastian couldn’t speak. He just stood there, staring at you, his heart so full he thought it might burst. And then, without thinking, he reached for your hands, his grip firm but gentle.

“You’re in love with me?”

Your cheeks burned, but you held his gaze, your voice trembling as you said, “I am."

“I love you, too,” he said simply, the words spilling from his lips like they’d been waiting years to be spoken. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember."

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at him, your expression a mix of disbelief and overwhelming relief. “You… you do?”

He smiled, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “I do. More than anything.”

Ominis cleared his throat loudly, breaking the moment. “Well, now that that’s settled, perhaps you two can finally stop making my life so unbearably dramatic.”

Sebastian shot him a look, but there was no real anger behind it. For once, he was too happy, too relieved to care about Ominis’ meddling.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the weight of everything left unsaid finally lifted. And then, with a soft, almost hesitant smile, Sebastian tilted his head and closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was certain.

When the kiss broke, Sebastian rested his forehead against yours, his smile soft but unshakably certain. “You’re stuck with me now,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. And as you laughed, the sound light and filled with a joy you hadn’t felt in years, you knew there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Since you said you were looking at requests could you please do something with Dom Daryl with overstimulation, breeding, and cockwarming? Maybe after the savior war trying to get pregnant or any later seasons Daryl? It’s almost 6:30 in the morning so those are just the prompts that came to me first, anything you write with them will be wonderful, thank you 🩷

If I get a Little Prettier, Can I be Your Baby?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria (post Savior's War)

Warnings: Poorly written smut; p in v; cockwarming; forced orgasms; overstimulation; a hint of breeding, I guess? A/N: This request has been sitting in my inbox for weeks. Gods, I am so sorry for making you wait! I'm even more sorry that I was all over the place with this so I hope it's just good at all. I tried, Anon! I promise!

“S’the matter? Thought ya wanted this?” 

Daryl was sitting against the headboard, just as bare as you. You straddled his hips, stretched around his cock and had been for—well, you weren’t sure. He had kept you there, softening slightly every once in a while only to press a thumb against your swollen clit to quickly bring you to orgasm. Your convulsing walls brought him to fully hard within seconds. You’d lost count of how many times he’d done it, sometimes not even needing the stimulation. He would be throbbing with just as much need inside of you and still worked at you until you came, shuddering and whimpering his name like a mantra. 

“Please, Daryl, I need—”

“Ya need to sit there ‘til I say diff’rent.” His voice was low, gravelly. Stern, even. You felt your cunt clench and his hips jerk. You were so sensitive, yet still craving him. He could work miracles with those fingers but being so full and stretched without feeling him drag along your inner walls was torture. He wasn’t cruel, never. There was a safe word in place, always, no matter who held the reins. Whether out of sheer stubbornness or overwhelming desire, neither of you had ever used it.

“Yes, sir.” You breathed. Your fingers were splayed over his stomach, his muscles twitching with each miniscule movement you made, though you tried to sit stone still. 

The battle with the Saviors had been won. Negan was imprisoned. Alexandria was being rebuilt. Everyone was working together and there was, for at least the time being, a feeling of relative peace and safety. While you had never officially married, you had become Mrs. Dixon in every way except on paper, and that didn’t seem to matter much in those days. You and Daryl had talked about a family before, but always seemed to find some reason to deny yourselves. His worries of becoming his father, Wolves, Saviors, and of course, the dead. There was always something. 

It wasn’t until Daryl had been locked in Negan’s cell that he came to realize that waiting was futile. The world would never be safe. If you wanted to have children with him, he loved you enough to travel that road with you. He’d love his children because they were a part of both of you.

This? This was the first session in what would be many “practice runs.” Or maybe one time would be all it would take. 

“You’re bein’ such a good girl. Wanna cum for me again?” He smirked, tucking your hair behind your ear and letting that finger carve a trail down over your collarbone, circling your left breast before he pinched and rolled your nipple. You gasped and arched your chest toward him, making him hiss when your hips shifted. 

“S—sorry, sir.” You gasped, breathing heavily from just that slight stimulation. If he fucked you now, you feared you’d cum so quickly that it’d be embarrassing. From the twinkle in his eye, it didn’t seem like you were going to have a choice. You let out a squeak as he flipped you to your back, never separating from you but punching a moan from you both with the slight friction. 

“Think I’ve had enough’a toyin’ around. How ‘bout we get to work on puttin’ a baby in that belly?” Pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss, a dance of tongues and teeth, he hooked the back of your right knee over the crook of his elbow and rolled his hips. You pulled back from him, lest you bite his lip, which he’d honestly probably rather enjoy. Another deep thrust saw your hips rising to meet his. He didn’t stop you or reprimand you, so it was safe to say this was all about the endgame.

“Fuck, you feel good.” You whined with your nails scratching over his shoulders, red marks all the way to where you settled your hands on his ribs.

“Yeah?” He knew the answer, even if he did make the next snap of his hips a little rougher. Raising your head, you nuzzled your cheek against his and placed your mouth against his ear.

“Don’t hold back.” You whispered, licking the lobe and then the spot where his pulse raced. Daryl growled, letting your leg drop. When he reached up to grab the top of the headboard with one hand and then the other, you knew you were about to get absolutely ruined.

And couldn’t have been more turned on by the thought.

With a smirk of your own, you chose to let your legs fall open as wide as they could, almost to the point of painful. You were soon digging your nails right into his buttocks. It started with a cadence of rough snaps, his pelvic bone and the coarse hair above his cock slapping against your oversensitive clit. He chuckled above you, knowing exactly why you were making those sinful little noises. Your humiliatingly slick cunt squelched with each push and pull of his cock, only adding to the debauchery that could potentially be heard by the others in the house.

You only dug your fingers in harder, drawing up your knees but keeping your legs wide open. “Come on, Dixon.” You panted, biting back a cry when the next thrust made you see stars. “I thought you wanted to fuck a baby into me. Put in a little effort.”

It was that moment, you knew you had fucked up. 

Daryl went motionless, looking down at you through that curtain of sweaty, dark hair. He had one brow arched. He never let go of the headboard but leaned down between his arms until he was nose to nose with you, the most deliciously wicked smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. 

“Ya better hold on tight, Sunshine.”

The first thrust shunted you straight up to the headboard, one hand releasing its hold on his ass to slap palm down against the wood and protect the top of your head. And then he was absolutely ruthless. Fucking feral. He used his hold on the headboard as leverage and fucked you at a pace you’d never experienced. Soon, you had let go of him altogether, both palms planted firmly against the smooth surface above you. You couldn’t stop shouting long enough to even let him know you were cumming. Once, twice. A third sparking to life low in your belly. His grunts and groans above you were just fucking delectable and you distantly wished you could focus on the sounds your pussy was coaxing out of him but the feeling of him just absolutely splitting you in two took precedence. 

“‘Nough effort for ya?” He panted, slowing only slightly, just enough for you to see him scanning you for any signs that you wanted to stop, that you needed to use the safeword. You scoffed at him. However, you couldn’t seem to speak, so close to yet another orgasm. You saw his grip loosen, knew he was getting concerned, so you communicated your consent by flattening your feet on the mattress and rolling your hips up to take him deeper, both of you groaning. He worked his way back to the same brutal pace, his cock swelling and twitching inside of you. He was close.

You were closer.

Drawing in enough breath, somehow assembling enough presence of mind, you moaned out “I’m—I’m close—Please—”

Daryl grunted, dropping down from the headboard with a hand on either side of your head. “Let go, Sunshine.” He commanded through gritted teeth. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You had just felt the first tendrils of pleasure rip from your core when he thrust twice more, stilling against you and holding himself deep with a guttural moan, his muscles spasming and body trembling. “Fuck!” You were too lost on whatever cloud he’d sent you to, your eyes rolled back and mouth agape. Your chest was arched into him until you felt the burn in your muscles suddenly dissipate and you collapsed to the mattress, his name falling from your lips like a mantra. 

Daryl was still thrusting into you lazily, dragging out both of your orgasms until you just couldn’t take anymore and twisted your hips to the side with a whine. He let you lie down flat again before gently, slowly pulling out of you, barely moving himself over before he collapsed into a trembling heap. You could feel his cum leaking out of you, burning as it slid across the flesh of your abused cunt.

It never failed that no matter how fucked out he was himself, your well-being came first. Rolling his head toward you, he gave you a once over. “Y’alright? Did I hurtcha? Ya didn’t say—”

“I’m so good that I don’t think I’m ever coming back down to earth, thanks.” You blinked lazily at the ceiling before turning your head, letting it lull toward him to meet his eyes with a lopsided smile. “My god, Daryl Dixon, you just rocked my world.” 

God, you loved it when he blushed. He could be an absolute beast in bed—as he had just proven—and then go red as a tomato—as he currently was. Licking his lips slowly, he turned to admire the ceiling at the same time you did. 

“I’ll get up in a minute an’ get us cleaned up.” He was finally starting to sound like he had found his lungs and put them back in their rightful place. You lazily waved a hand. “Are ya really alright?”

You nodded, smiling stupidly once again. “I may not walk right for a few days.” You moved with a wince. “In fact, when you get up to get that towel, can you grab me a wheelchair? I think you dislocated my vagina.”

Daryl, of course, looked mortified. “Oh, come on. I’m fine. Just a little sore.” Propping up on your elbows, you grinned at him. “Besides, payback’s a bitch and next time, it’s my turn.” He mumbled christ under his breath and rolled off the bed, staggering toward the bathroom while you stared intently at the perfect round of his ass. “I’ll find the blindfold and handcuffs tomorrow!”

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day 12! Truthfully this was rewritten on the 13th because what I posted last night was a hot mess. I realize that as much as I want to post these fics everyday, I want to post fics that I'm proud of. And I think this is enough redemption. Now let's see if I can get day 13 out today as well, haha.

Tags/Warnings: Face fucking, fem!receiving face fucking, oral sex, rough oral sex, throat fucking, male!receiving oral, p in v mention. Word Count: 1,446

Alastor had been antagonizing you for the last couple of months, insulting you or giving you a backhanded compliment whenever he could. What he enjoyed about you, was the fact that you responded back with an equally witty and scathing retort. You snapped back at him like you weren’t afraid of him. It was different, it was refreshing. You were intriguing. Alastor quickly began to seek you out, looking forward to your little game. 

The back and forth between you dissolved one night into something more; When far too many fingers of rye were involved. Not that you minded. You still sassed Alastor constantly, earning the same in return. Your relationship always felt tentative, like it could end in a matter of moments. So you held onto the stolen moments you had with Alastor. Wondering often, if he’d ever end whatever was between you both.

Tonight you were in his radio tower, listening to him broadcast. Something that not many were privileged to. Husk had told you once that he was certain you were the only one who Alastor allowed in while he broadcast. It felt nice to have that knowledge. That trust from Alastor. So, you enjoyed it. Quietly listening to Alastor as he broadcast about anything and everything. You never really paid any mind to what the topics were about, focusing on his captivating voice instead. 

Alastor’s voice surrounded you, captivated, and distracted you. You didn’t realize that the cup of coffee you were setting down wasn’t on the table, your attention solely on him. The cup crashed to the floor, shattering loudly. You stiffen, a cold fear running through you as your eyes snap from your shattered mug, up to Alastor. The radio feedback picking up around him is the only sign of his annoyance at the interruption as he continued on into his next statement. Slowly and quietly, you get up to go gather a towel and a dustpan. You were going to have to apologize profusely for the interruption, you knew.

You hadn’t noticed he had finished and was off air until he cleared his throat. Your eyes caught on his shoes first before trailing up his body. You met his gaze, holding it despite the fact that he was glowering down at you.

“I’m sorry, Alastor,” You say softly, sitting up on your knees, holding his gaze. “I didn’t mean to break the cup. To interrupt your broadcast.”

You were truly sorry for accidentally interrupting, knowing you had broken his trust in you. You had promised to sit quietly and not make a sound, only for that to come crashing down around you, like your mug had. Now you were wondering if the tentative relationship you had formed with Alastor would do the same and shatter.

“Hmm.” He hums, his expression softening, “It was an accident, my dear, don’t you worry your little head about it!”

You bite your lip, averting your gaze. You had learned to read him enough to tell he was still frustrated. How could you make this up to him? Was it even possible? Alastor tipped your chin up with one of his claws, making you meet his gaze again. Just like you could read him, he could read you.

“Though I suppose you could make up for this if you wanted to.” He prompts, smile widening. “Perhaps by allowing me to punish you.”

His thumb brushes your chin, the pad catching on your lip, you swallow, face flushing a deep shade of red at his insinuation. You couldn’t deny that the idea of him punishing you for interrupting his broadcast was arousing. 

“Well I’m on my knees.” You offer, feeling heat begin to pool in your gut.

“Yes, you are.” he acknowledges, “And you’ve been quite the bad girl tonight, haven’t you? Disrespecting me earlier in front of our guests, and now you’ve interrupted my broadcast.”

Alastor takes a step towards you, reaching  to undo his pants. Your eyes follow the movement, captivated.

“I think you are overdue for a lesson, my dear. Open.”

You swallow down your nerves but you open your mouth. He pulls his hardening cock out of his pants, running the tip around your lips.

His voice was lower, dangerous, “Show me how sorry you are, little doe.”

You lean forward, kitten licking at his slit, closing your hand around his cock. Your tongue swirls around his cock-head before you close your mouth around him. Alastor grunts at the contact, rolling his hips forward, forcing more of himself into your mouth.

“You can do better than that, darling.” He taunts, watching you take him further with each pass of your lips.

You hum around him, rolling your eyes as you suck his cock. You move your tongue to caress the underside of his cock as you bob your head. Alastor’s hand tangles in your hair as he watches you suck him off from half-lidded eyelids. He begins to roll his hips forward, forcing more and more of his cock into your mouth with each thrust.

“Do not forget that this is also a punishment, my dear. You only touch me because I have permitted it to happen. I can take this away from you in an instant.”

You whine around Alastor’s cock, which quickly turns into you gagging as his cock-head hits the back of your throat. He pulls back, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment before sliding right back into your mouth. His pace is steady as he begins to fuck your mouth. You swallow around him, tears biting the corners of your eyes as he forces you to take him down your throat, over and over. His pace grew faster, his breaths coming in short gasps.

“You look so beautiful, darling. Taking my cock so well.” He praises, his hand tightening in your hair.

Alastor began to move your face in time with his thrusts. You brace yourself against his thighs, moaning around him. You were enjoying the thrill of him fucking your face. Every thrust in, choked you, every withdrawal gave you the opportunity to breathe. It was sinful how wet you were, not even having been touched once.

“You will never interrupt my broadcast again, understood, my dear?”

You can only moan around Alastor as his pace increases. His thrusts were growing shorter and faster as he got closer to his own release.

“And if you ever dare disrespect me like you did earlier I will ensure everyone in this wretched hotel hears your screams.”

You moaned around his cock again, earning another groan from him. Alastor’s hips stuttering was your only tell that he was getting close to cumming.

“You’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of my cum. Or I will extend your punishment. Is that clear?”

You closed your lips around his cock tighter, sucking hard as you tried to coax him over the edge. A stuttered curse fell from his mouth, radio effect totally gone. He thrust forward harshly as he pushed your head down onto his cock. You swallowed uncomfortably as the first rope of his cum hit the back of your throat. You felt the need to cough, but you refused to waste a single drop of his seed. Alastor rocked his hips as he began to pull out of your mouth, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his release. You force a breath in through your nose as you suck and swallow around his retreating cock. When you were certain he was totally spent you let him slide from your mouth with a wet ‘pop.’ You swallowed again, before your body caught up to you and you began to cough harshly. Your lungs burned in protest as you took in heaving gasps of breath air in between each cough. After what felt like forever, but was actually just a few moments, you catch your breath fully.

Alastor pulled you from the ground, slamming his lips roughly against yours in a searing kiss, stealing your breath once more. He could taste himself on your lips, his cock hardening again.

“Now,” He remarks, pushing your skirt up, and pulling your panties off, “I believe after such a grand performance, you deserve a reward.”

He wraps one of your legs around him, thrusting fully into you with one thrust. 

You pull Alastor down into another kiss, “I am sorry, Al.”

“Water under the bridge, my darling.” He reassures you, returning a gentle kiss to your lips.

You would never interrupt a broadcast again, that was for certain. And though you were sorry, you couldn’t fully be remorseful when your behavior ended with him inside you.

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I’m literally inlove with your writing! Anyways I was wondering if you could maybe do a Kuai Liang x reader one shot where he’s had like a stressful day and basically goes crazy with back shots. English is not my first language so I’m sorry if this does not make sense.

Thank you sm !!!! Kuai is a little ooc because he is a bit grumpy in this but he is a little sweet in the end (kinda) 🫣 This fic is shorter because I got brain rot for Kuai atm and I can only write on my phone. Also, your English was great !!! Thank you heaps for your request and I hope you enjoy it <33

Not sorry

Wc: 2.7k

Pairing: Kuai Liang x Afab!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, no use of pronouns, p in v sex, creampie, biting, minor burns, no use of y/n, Kuai is a little mean… sorry !!!

When Kuai Liang walks through your front door you can immediately tell he’s had a bad day, mostly because the door slams behind him and he doesn’t even flinch; he just walks over to where you’re sitting on the couch and drops down beside you.

“By the way you’ve just slammed my door I’m guessing you had a great day,” you speak sarcastically; not looking up from your book.

He sighs beside you, “Sorry… today was… trying.”

He sounds drained from beside you but he also seems angry, like something happened to royally piss him off; well, something or someone.

You go to ask him, “Do you want to talk about–”

“–No.” He cuts you off.

You drop your book and look him in the eyes, “Yes, clearly whatever happened is not an issue that should be discussed.”

He doesn’t look at you, instead keeping his eyes on the wall in front of you both. The frown resting on his brow is prominent and you feel the need to reach over to smooth it out but as your hand reaches for him he grabs your wrist and holds it up.

His eyes lock onto yours, “What are you doing?”

You feel a bit flustered and you don’t know how to tell him you were going to touch his face, “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” You mumble a bit before pulling your wrist from his hold.

His eyes are examining you, trying to understand your intent but you’ve looked away and started to read your book. Or you’re pretending to read your book, you’re a little preoccupied by his heated gaze on you.

You sigh, “Why’d you come over if you’re in such a bad mood?”

“Because I always visit you around this time,” he’s snippy, whatever happened has obviously pissed him off severely.

He does always visit around this time, though you wouldn’t think he would come around when he’s in this bad of a mood. How kind of him to subject you to his incredibly annoyed demeanour. It’s a bit irritating but you also think it’s a little bit sweet, his want to see you outweighing his poor mood.

“I don’t know how to help you when you’re like this,” your eyes are still on the book, not reading any of the words on the page.

He’s stoic beside you, still watching you, “For starters, you can stop pretending to read.”

“I’m not pretending,” you lie.

“You’ve been on the same page since I walked in,” he observes.

You scowl at your book, “No I haven’t,” you double down.

From beside you, he grabs your book and pulls it away, chucking it across the room.

“Hey!” You exclaim at him, you move to pick up your book but he pulls you back onto the couch. Making you look at him.

“I also came here for a specific purpose,” his eyes are hard, looking at you firmly.

You’re unamused, “And what’s that?”

The way he’s looking at you is setting you on fire, he’s making you flustered and it’s completely unfair. You have been carrying a torch for this man for many years now and he’s never once shown signs of reciprocation but with the way he’s eyeing you right now, you feel completely exposed to him. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive, and you might let him.

“Something happened today and I want to– need to know, how do you feel about me?” His question stuns you.

You’re unable to speak for a few moments, lost at where his sudden question has come from. “W–What prompted that question?”

He doesn’t answer you, just looking you head on, waiting for your answer. An answer you don’t really want to give.

You deflect instead, your confession coming in a non-committal way. “Well, I love you of course, I always have.” You make it sound as casual as possible, hoping he doesn’t see through you.

“I see,” he replies, his tone even.

You’re both sat looking at each other, not sure where to go from here. Unconsciously, your eyes flick to his lips, lingering for a moment too long, giving away your desire for him. You look away quickly, wishing you still had your book in front of you.

“I think you are lying,” his hand reaches towards your face and pulls it back to him, “I think you have feeling for me.” The emphasis on the last word confuses you for a moment but before you can ask him about it, his lips are on yours.

He leans in closer and pulls you towards him by the hand on your face. His kiss is harsh and needy, his bad mood still lingering under his lust for you. He pushes you back onto the couch, following you down; his lips never leave yours. When your back hits the couch, you gasp against him and he shoves his tongue into your mouth. The shock of it has a whiney moan pulling from you, the sound you make has an appreciative grunt coming from Kuai.

Your hands grab at him, holding onto his shoulders, needing the leverage. He is so large above you, his body heat consuming you, his mouth overwhelming you, he’s driving you insane. He’s taken over all your senses, when he pulls back, you’re huffing underneath him. His kiss has taken your breath away, you’re dazed by the way he’s just kissed you. You can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him. His own are filled with a desperate heat, dark and lustful.

“I need you… on your stomach,” his voice is deep when he speaks.

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks, heating your face up. Taking a moment to look up at him, completely dumbfounded. He leans down again and kisses the look off your face, his hand moves to your neck and hold you as he does.

When he pulls back again, he tells you, “Roll over.”

You immediately roll over for him, lying on your stomach beneath him. His hands pull your hips up onto your knees, the dress you’re wearing falls upwards and pools around further up your body. Your arms move to hold yourself up slightly, your back arched low. The position has you feeling completely exposed to him. His fingers graze over your core through your panties, the slight touch makes you twitch.

He hums at you, “Already so wet, I’ve only kissed you.”

“Kuai–”

His touch moves back to your core, firmer this time. The feeling cuts off your words, he pushes the tip of his finger into your pussy hole, held back by your underwear. The action results in your panties getting wetter. He’s toying with you, playing with you over your panties. His touch grazing over your core, making you twitch and squirm for him. He’s making you moan for him, purposefully touching you so you’ll whimper out his name.

His touch withdraws before he leans down, his face pressed to your core, his mouth over your panties. His tongue licking at you over them, the stimulation has you jumping forward and moans tumbling from your lips. His mouth soaks your panties completely, ruining them. Ashamedly, he gets you impeccably close to your end like this, so close to cumming in your underwear for him. Your moans reaching a higher pitch, coming more frequently.

Suddenly, he pulls back, removing all stimulation, your cunt pulsing from your almost orgasm.

“Mmm I bet you were close,” he comments, his observation makes you huff at him, your hips moving back at him, trying to entice him.

He hums and then his mouth moves to your arse cheek and bites down, you gasp and jump at the feeling. He’s no doubt left an impression of his teeth in your skin. Once he’s pulled back, he borderline moans at the state of you.

His tone is dark and pleased, “You look great with my teeth marking you.”

“Kuai, please, do something.”

He seemingly considers your words for a moment before answering, “Remember, you asked for it.”

The shuffling of his pants can be heard behind you and then he’s pulling your panties to the side. The head of his cock sliding through your slick for a moment before notching on your pussy hole, he slips the head in, giving you a moment to adjust to the stretch. The sensation is burning, he’s large in every way apparently and you really wish you could see him right now. What kind of face is he making, what does his cock look like entering you.

Your thoughts almost have your mouth drooling, instead, it’s your cunt drooling on him. Your wetness leaking from you onto the head of his cock. The sight of your obscene arousal has Kuai twitching inside you and a moan pulling from his chest. He can’t help the way he stuffs more of himself into your small pussy. His length opening you up, your cunt taking him as he inches into you. You’re pulsing around him in need, completely desperate for him at this point.

“Gods, I wanted this to be different but you drive me crazy,” his words are hissed out between his teeth.

You don’t have the time or brain cells to pull apart what he means, your hips push back on him, taking more of him. He moans and meets your thrust, pushing his cock all the way into you. Stuffing you full, your arse rests on his pelvis. He grinds into you, his hands gripping at your hips, holding you flush to him.

He groans reverently at the way your cunt grips him tightly. At the way you’re throbbing around him, you’re driving him just as crazy as he is you.

Whimpers spill from you as you try to speak, “P –hah– lease, move~” you squirm against him, grinding back on him, needing the friction, desperately.

His fingers dig into your plush skin, holding you tightly, “Give me a second, pretty. Gripping me so –mmmph– tight, I nee –ah– d a second.”

His words broken by whiney sounds set you on fire, you need him to move. Now. You draw forward, aiming to fuck yourself back on him but he grabs you and pulls you back forcefully, the sensation exactly what you wanted. A moan tumbling from you at the action, you want more. Greedy for him and his fat cock.

He grunts, “You’re needy –hah– fuck.” He pulls out slowly; leaving only the tip inside you, “–mmph– I’ll give you what you need,” he promises, before forcing himself back inside you.

You moan loudly, your fingers grip into the couch, your forehead pressed into the cushion below you. Kuai’s thrusts are harsh and fast, fucking you silly, using your body as a fuck toy. His hands holding you and fucking you back onto him, his cock hammering into your cervix. Your cunt pulses around him, your slick coating his dick completely. Lewd noises fill the room, wet slapping sounds echoing in the lounge.

He grunts and moans from behind you, the way he’s shoving his dick into you has you willing to worship the ground he walks on. He’s in the same boat regarding your cunt, obsessed with the way you cream around him, the way you grip him, the way you’re so wet he’s slipping in and out of you with ease.

You cry out his name, almost literally, eyes wet and glassy, “Kuai~”

“Hmm?” He asks mindlessly, too obsessed with watching the way you suck his cock in to pay attention to anything else.

“I wanna –hah– see you,” you whimper out to him, wanting to see him, to touch him.

He chuckles at your desperation, “Next time.” His promise of a next time makes your pussy jump, “You like that? The idea of me fucking you again? Having you regularly take my cock?”

You moan out shamelessly, not even trying to hide the way you’d love to be fucked by him daily, loving the idea of being stuffed full of him. Sitting on top of him with his cock in you, not moving just full of him. Your own imagery has you clenching down on him again, your whimpers spilling from you, a tear slipping from your eye at his relentless thrusts.

His hands on your hips are hot, his body heat in general making you sweat. His pelvis slaps into your arse consistently, you’re spasming around him. So close to finishing.

“Kuai~ I –mmph– I’m close–” Tears fall down your cheeks.

“Cum then,” he grunts out, encouraging you to finish on his dick.

His thrusts and the moans he’s letting slip have you cumming for him, hard. Your cunt grips down on him tight, vice like. Your own orgasm has him grunting loudly, his dick twitching inside you. Ropes of his cum filling you, he continues fucking it into you. Prolonging your orgasms and enjoying the way his cum leaks out around you both when he pulls out and stuffs himself back in.

The heat on your hips burns and you wince in pain, a small whimper exiting you at the feeling. He removes his hands suddenly, “Fuck, sorry. I’ve burnt you.”

“It’s okay…” you huff out, dazed from your orgasm but also okay with the burns.

He pulls out of you slowly, both of you groaning as he does. He pulls his pants up, taking his time to enjoy the view of his cum leaking from your pussy hole.

His hands gently trace over the burn marks of his hands, humming appreciatively. Enjoying the way his hands are burned into your soft flesh, “It’s a good look,” he comments.

You laugh airily at him, “Help me up?”

“Of course,” he pulls your panties back into place and then moves you into a sitting position on the couch.

“Thank you,” you smile at him.

He looks at you thoughtfully, his hands pulling your dress off completely out of nowhere. Your hands go to cover your chest at the sudden exposure, “What are you–”

“Wanna see the burns,” he frowns, looking you over, his hands so gentle with you. “I’ll be back, gonna get you some ice.”

He wanders off and grabs some ice blocks, wrapping them in tea towels and coming back to you. He holds them against your hips, soothing the burns. You aren’t bothered though, you like knowing that his hand prints will be seared into your skin for a while.

“I’m sorry, for burning you.”

“It’s okay… I liked it…” you shy away from his gaze, looking off into the distance.

He takes in a deep breath from beside you, “I didn’t say earlier but… I love you too.”

You look back at him, a shocked expression on your face, “You do?”

“Of course,” he smiles softly at you, “I was rough and didn’t express myself in a healthy way.”

You implore him, “What happened today?”

He frowns, “You know that guy, the one you hang out with.”

“My friend? Yes…”

“He… was boasting about you liking him, about how obvious it was. When I told him you did not, he called me jealous… He is not a good person, but I realised I was jealous. Because I want you. And I want you to only want me…” His words are filled with annoyance, getting angry again at the memory of your so called ‘friend’ being a pompous ass.

Your hands move to hold his face, making him look at you, “I do want only you, always have.”

He melts for you, “Good.” His smile is soft but then his eyes wander down, staring at your uncovered chest. It makes you roll your eyes at him.

“Eyes up here,” you joke.

He doesn’t look back up, gaze staying on your tits, “I know.”

You move a hand to his chin and use it to tilt his eye line back up to yours, “Don’t be a perv.”

He raises his eyebrows suggestively at you before he holds the side of your face tenderly, serious as he says, “I know I’ve already said it but I am sorry about taking my anger out on you.”

“And like I said… I liked it.”

“You’re making it hard to be sorry,” he sighs, amused by you.

You smile coquettishly at him, “I don’t want you to be sorry.”

He leans in and kisses you, it’s tender and warm. He makes your brain fuzzy and you’re happy, always happy when he’s next to you.

You can feel his light smile against your lips when he pulls back, “Then, I’m not sorry.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed it :)) and I should have access to my laptop tomorrow so hopefully ‘Bare’ pt 2 will be up sooner rather than later <33

As per usual, if you have any thoughts, feelings or requests feel free to slide into my inbox <333

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don't overthink it

tokita ohma x gn!reader | fluff | 1.3k words

prompt: ohma + “since when do you blush around me?”

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit

a/n: the more i write for ohms the more i fucking love him 🥺 it’s so pathetic. ALSO, AGAIN, OHMS IS NOT A TYPO. IT’S MY CUTE NICKNAME FOR HIM THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY FROM ME. also i’m p sure i made this gn, but please let me know if there are any gender specific identifiers so I can fix that 😉

18+ MINORS DNI

You scrunched your nose at a tickling sensation that woke you up. Willing your eyes to creak open, you squinted at the bright afternoon sunlight flooding into your window. Not really bothering to find out the source of the tickling, you made an effort to turn around in bed but a sturdy hold on your waist forbade you from doing this. You figured you had just wrapped yourself too tight in your blankets again and made a pushing movement to whatever was around your waist.

The feeling of your fingertips coming into contact with skin made you jolt from your stupor and you fully opened your eyes to see a mess of wavy, brown hair just below you. You knew exactly who this unruly head of hair belonged to. Looking down, you saw Ohma holding on to you tightly, his face nestled in your bosom. You felt your face heat up at the intimacy of the situation and wondered when you ever got this close. Then you remembered.

You had been invited by Ohma to come watch the Kengan tournament, and weeks of watching him train and watching him win matches had ensued, and you were always there after the matches to keep him company. You were one of the few people that Ohma could stand for more than a few minutes; he liked your personality and he liked your face. He really couldn’t complain. But he especially liked how you doted on him after his matches, always worrying over his bruises and scrapes or gaping in awe at his strength despite his injuries.

The events of last night flooded back to you as your brain sprinted to catch up with your thoughts. Ohma had showed up to your hotel room at two in the morning, completely unannounced. You quickly allowed him inside after seeing an unusual look on his face. You had only seen him like this once, and that was after meeting Setsuna for the first time after many years. He looked like he could’ve killed a god in that moment.

After an hour of him silently laying on his back, staring at the ceiling, you coaxed him into speaking. He started to talk about his childhood, his past. You were worried, he was not a sentimental person. You asked him about the future, since it seemed like he was specifically avoiding that topic.

“I don’t think about the future much.” Ohma blinked at the ceiling before turning his gaze to you.

“How can you say that? You’re always thinking about your next meal.” You teased, reaching over to flick him from where you sat cross legged on the bed with him.

“True.” He sat up and propped himself on his elbows still looking at you. “Thinking about the future is pointless, though. I don’t know what will happen and thinking about it won’t change anything.” His gaze was unusually soft.

“Ohms, what’s going on with you? You’re scaring me.” You scooted closer to him and placed your hand on his knee, almost pleading with him. “We’re friends. You can talk to me about anything.”

With speed that only Ohma could muster, he grabbed your hand from his knee and used it to pull you forward into his lap, keeping his eyes trained on yours. Before you could ask what he was doing, he moved your hand to the back of his neck and you gripped it, allowing Ohma to pull you to his lips.

He kissed you roughly, but with a slow sensuality that seemed almost like he was savoring it, drinking in every second. He laid back down on the bed, pulling you on top of him and continuing to move his lips with yours.

You placed your hands on his chest and pressed, effectively pulling your lips from his, only a thin string of saliva connecting you.

“What are you doing?” You panted, somewhat shocked that Ohma had just crossed that bridge with you but also somewhat pleasantly surprised.

“Kissing you.” Ohma smirked up at you, letting his head rest back on the bed, your face still in his large hands.

“Why?”

“Because I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time.” Ohma traced your lips with his thumb, still looking up at you. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.” You muttered, and before you knew it, your head was dipping back down to connect your lips again. Ohma rolled over so that you were under him and separated his lips from yours to pull off his shirt before making quick work of yours.

You and Ohma had crossed the bridge that you never dreamed that you would cross, but you had always hoped you would. And you didn’t know it, but he had been hoping, too.

And now, here he was, cuddled up to you and snoozing peacefully.

You felt your eyelids begin to feel heavy once again and cast aside all of your frantic thoughts to welcome a short nap. You would deal with this later.

Two hours later, you woke up to an empty bed. You assumed you must have been dreaming about the romp you had shared with Ohma last night, or that you woke up in his arms, and turned over on your back to stare at the ceiling. You thought back to how nice it felt to be held by him, kissed by him, touched by him…

Once again, you were jolted from your thoughts by the bathroom door opening and shutting, producing a very naked Ohma.

You sat up quickly, blushing deeply once you realized this was real and you were also very naked, and gathered the sheets to cover your chest.

“Since when do you blush around me?” Ohma cocked an eyebrow as he approached you, standing next to the bed. You averted your eyes from his body, trying your hardest not to stare.

“Since you came in here last night and fucked me?”

“Was it that surprising to you?”

“Yes! I thought we were just friends! You never seemed interested in me, or anyone, for that matter!”

Ohma let out a dry laugh. “You didn’t know I was into you?”

“No, Ohma, I didn’t!”

“Well, now you know.”

Silence ensued for a couple of seconds, both of you wondering how this would continue. You were the first to speak up.

“So, what are we?”

Ohma frowned.

“Labels are stupid, you know? Isn’t it enough to know that I love you?”

Your mind was thrown into a frenzy. He loved you? You had barely ever seen emotions come from this man, but here he was, telling you he loved you?

“Ohma…love? What do you mean by love? As in, like, a friend or a girlfriend, because, we just had sex and—” Ohma shut you up with a kiss and a sigh, a small smile playing on his lips as they met yours. He held your face by your chin once he pulled away. You relaxed a little bit.

“You remember when you asked me what I think about the future?”

You nodded slowly.

“I think about you.” Ohma let go of your chin and gazed down at you. You tried extremely hard to avoid looking at his tanned and toned body before you, since the guy had just confessed to you, but you found yourself really struggling. He spoke again, snapping you out of your lustful daze. “Does that answer your question?”

You thought about it. Ohma was the type of man to mean what he said and say what he meant. If he was telling you he loved you, it must have been because he truly meant it. You stood up and placed your hands on either side of his face, watching your thumbs as they lightly skimmed over his cheekbones. You felt him staring at you as you took your time admiring his features, likely awaiting your response. You placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Yes.”

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Day 24 - Christmas Party

Pairing(s)/Character(s): David Friedman x Fem!Detective Reader

Summary: In where David and [Y/n] ditch the annual work Christmas party for a party of their own.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut (roleplaying, women on top, p in v, dirty talk)

A/N: OH MY GOD IT'S OVER 😭😭😭😭. How has Rickmas come to an end so soon??? I have sooo many stories to catch up on as I literally spent almost every free moment writing. But it has been so worth it! I'm so proud that I've written for every prompt this year because hoooo boi was it looking shakey at times. Thank you everyone who has been reading and a big thank you of course to @deepperplexity for hosting this 🎊!!! Now without further a do lets close this out with a little bit of smut huh?

"So, what you’re tellin' me Dave, is that you were home all Thursday night. Mindin' your business and reading when the incident took place. Is that correct?"

"Yeah, been sayin' that for the past 20 minutes, but it seems like you ain't been listenin' detective."

"Oh no my hearin' and listenin' is just fine, I just wanted to make sure that was your story. It is your story isn't it?"

He rolled his eyes at the question being posed once again, before crossing his arms against his chest and leveling a glare at the woman who had been interrogating him.

"I said already, I ain't go nowhere and I ain't see no one. I went to work and straight back home after. Do you have anything else or can I go?" 

A smirk crossed her lips and a little 'hmm' passed through them as she walked towards him. Her hips swaying with each step, and her fingers gliding on the edge of the cold metal table in the room as she approached the seated man. When she finally stood to the side of him, she leaned down, giving him a very ample view of her breasts that were close to falling out of the festive red bra she wore underneath her dress.

"Well if that's the case," she purred, bringing his attention back to her face. "Tell me why we got that handsome mug of yours all over the security camera at the bar at the same time as that little mishap."

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit indeed. Cause everything you done told me already has been bullshit. So." Straightening herself up, and depriving the man of the nice view he had before, she leaned on the table, that 'caught you' smile still plastered on her features as she questioned him. "Now either you come clean and tell me what you were really doing that day, or I can have you locked up and the keys thrown away. Your choice." She winked at him before hopping up on the table to sit on the edge of it as she waited for his answer. 

One she already knew.

"Naw neither, I want my lawyer before I say anything else."

"Neither wasn't an option though."

"And I don't care," he stated with a clear look of annoyance etched on his face as he looked at the woman. "I know how this whole thing works, and I'm supposed to get a lawyer so until then I ain't tellin' ya nothin'."

Oh, that was not going to do.         

"Fine then. How about we ignore what you said before and you just tell me what you were doing there?" She suggested, garnering a suspicious yet intrigued look from the older man who seemed to give the idea thought. "We got you on camera, and that's some mighty hard evidence to beat but, I be willing to let you go if you tell me what you were doing there. Clear you of all this mess."

"What else would I be doing at a bar detective? Do you always ask questions like this? No wonder why the department can't solve nothin' these days."

[Y/n] smirked. Almost laughed really at how grumpy he was becoming but she pressed on, knowing that it be much more entertaining if she stirred him up a little bit more.

"I know, I know but you know them cameras caught some stuff. I just wanna know that's all. Hear it from the horse's mouth and all that. Now if you tell me the truth here, I'll ignore everything you said earlier."

He glared at her for a moment but knowing he was in the hot seat he gritted his teeth and nodded before he answered the question.

"Fine, I was meeting someone."

"Who."

"Someone."

"Oh come on now, that's not part of the deal. Who were you meeting, a friend, colleague…?"

"A friend."

"A friend, or a friend friend." 

He raised an eyebrow at that question before putting on a frown.

"Now why the hell does that matter?" 

"Come on tell me. You stay at the bar with 'em, or did ya'll go somewhere else afterward?

"I-."

"And don't forget," she interrupted, a sly little grin on her lips. "We got the tapes so you be better of tellin' the truth." 

"Yeah, yeah you done said that already," he groused before letting out a sigh. "We left around 10 that night. I only know because the news came on the TV and we decided to call it quits."

[Y/n] nodded satisfied with the answer, before continuing to question him.

"I see, I see, and this friend of yours, was it a man or a woman?"

"Woman."

"She pretty?"

"Fucking gorgeous."

Heat rose in [Y/n]'s cheeks at the speed of his response, and she was speechless for a second as David smirked at her, knowing he had thrown her off her game. 

"Dave you're going off script," [Y/n] complained yet there was no real anger directed toward him as she frowned. Or at least tried to. Still feeling the effects of the sudden off script answer.

"I know, just tryin' to help you get to the climax of things," he answered cheekily before she blew a raspberry at him.

"Ain't time for all that yet," he teased, causing [Y/n] to playfully stick her tongue out at him. "But I sure wouldn't mind if we hurried up to that part. Don't want nobody seein' we done gone missin' from the party and come looking for us."

He had a point.

"Well, then how 'bout we skip the boring part and move on to the action?"

"I won't say no to that."

Giving him a curt nod, she took a deep breath, shook her head, and got back into character.

"So what ya'll do after leaving the bar?" [Y/n] asked. "You take her home with you or something? Gentleman like you seem like you'd make sure she get to where she's going safely."

"Yeah, I took her home."

"Oh," [Y/n] hummed curiously as she scooted closer. "Mind me askin' whose home you took her to?"

"I do, but I'll still tell you. Took her to hers of course."

"So you are a gentleman, how nice," she responded as she finally made it to the edge closest to him as she kicked her legs up and down.

"Mostly."

"I bet you weren't one when you got inside were you?" 

"Well, she told me she didn't want me to be. So, I say I still was when I listened to her and fucked her like she wanted," he concurred with an air of confidence that made the room much to warm for her current state of dress. 

[Y/n] worried her bottom lip momentarily at the memory of him practically tossing her on the sofa and fucking her over it. The thought caused heat to bloom in her belly, and it made its way in between her legs, where she had to force herself not to squeeze her thighs together for some pressure. Yeah, he sure did fuck her like no gentleman could. Just the thought made her want to call this whole thing quits just so they could get to the good bit but no, no, they were almost there. Just a bit more.

"You lookin' a bit sick detective," David pointed out as [Y/n] zoned back in, clearing her throat and crossing one leg over the other to put some pressure on her lower half. "Need a doctor or somethin'?"

"You really are a gentleman," she responded with a smile," that's nice of you but no. I don't think a doctor can fix this ache I got."

"Now if I didn't know no better, it sounds like you're coming on to me detective," David pointed out, his brows lifting in faux surprise as he watched [Y/n] give him a fleeting smirk. "That don't seem too proper to me detective. Askin' if I took a woman home and fucked her. You sure this just for your little story you gonna tell your boss?"

"Of course it is! Cause if you said you fucked her as hard as you did, which I believe, then you wouldn't have no energy to go and commit any of them crimes they tryin' to pin you for wouldn't you?" [Y/n] asked as she began to trail her hand up her thigh, her hand catching the edge of her dress as she pulled it up inch by inch.

"Mhmm, that's right," he answered, swallowing harshly as his eyes began to wander down to the exposed flesh on her upper thigh. Her fingers drawing little circles on her skin as she smiled innocently at him, even if the look in her eyes was anything but.

"But you know, all I got is your word. And well. Words are words. And actions." She scooted all the way onto the table and turned her body so that she was facing him directly. Her legs spread apart for him and her clothed cunt almost at eye level for him as she used her elbows to support her.  A smirk graced her lips and she was met with a hungry look from David who looked ready to devour her.

"Are actions."

All it took was a wink from her, before David was launching forward and practically dragging her towards him by her calves. 

Once he was close, he leaned down and a squeak of delight left [Y/n]'s lips as he began to pepper hot kisses all the way up her exposed thighs and up towards her cunt that was already fluttering with excitement. Each kiss he planted, was accompanied by a soft groan from his lips as he pushed the skirt of her dress up towards her belly so he could have more access to her.

Inch by inch he moved closer to where she wanted him the most, and when his warm breath brushed over her opening that already throbbed with need, she let out a shaky sigh.

"Mmm fuck yeah Dave, show me how good you fucked your little friend," [Y/n] purred darkly, her eyes heavily lidded as she stared at him with the most smoldering look she could. "Maybe I'll let you go and tell my boss you ain't got nothin' to do with the case."

He smirked at her. "That a deal detective?"

"God as my witness."

No sooner had she said that, he made quick work of her panties that she was more than happy to shed as he ripped them off her with a powerful yank that had her moaning. Those thin things weren't even comfortable, and she was glad to have them off and have it replaced by,

"Fuuucckk!" She let out a broken cry as she felt his warm tongue begin to explore her opening that was already slick with her need for him.

He took his time lapping along the edges of her folds, sucking the soft warm flesh in between his lips, and savoring the tangy flavor of the woman beneath him who quivered and whined her pleasure. Her hips rocked towards him with each swipe of his tongue, and when he made his way to the little swollen bead that was peeking out between her damp folds, he just had to have a taste of it. 

Taking his fingers and using them to pull her dampness apart so that he could see all of her, David smirked at the soft noise she let out before he let out a groan at the heady scent that filled his nostrils. 

Leaning forward, he did a test lick, flicking his tongue over the swollen bead, and the response was a sweet little gasp from the woman above him. Her hips twitched and her stomach clenched as she wiggled forward in hopes that he would do what he just did again. And being the gentleman he was, he did, this time flatting his tongue against her as he began to aggressively lap at the sensitive nub that caused a hot pleasure to bloom in her. 

"Oh, oh, oh yes right there," [Y/n] gasped as her hand flew to grab his hair as he began devouring her soaking cunt like it was the last meal he was going to have. His tongue circled her swollen bead carefully yet with speed and pressure that had her keening and whimpering his name under her breath as he alternated between licking and sucking. 

The harsher he sucked, the louder the noise she would make, and the harder she would tug at his hair in an attempt to pull him closer to her. Each lick had her thighs falling open even wider as she gave him all the access he needed to devour her.

Once he was satisfied with how swollen her clit was, he moved down, his tongue trailing from the sensitive bundle of nerves, down to her opening that clenched at nothing. Prodding her wetness with his tongue, he moaned, savoring her before he placed his mouth around her and began to suck and kiss at her opening. 

"Oh my god!" She shouted in surprise at having her cunt be suddenly engulfed by his hot mouth as he ate her out.

Her head fell back towards the table as she rolled her hips towards him, her eyes fluttering close as she tried to keep herself semi-upright. His tongue explored her insides as his nose bumped against her clit while he sucked and licked her enthusiastically. Her noises and movement under him were affecting him so much, that he began to grind his hips against the table, his cock beginning to strain at his slacks as he tasted all [Y/n] had to offer him. 

The familiar bubble of heat increased in her stomach as he swirled his tongue inside of her, drinking each drop of her wetness that she gave, while she panted his name out. Her stomach clenched with each stroke of his tongue, and when he added his fingers into the mix, she knew she would fall of that cliff faster than she wanted. And she only wanted to do that once she had his cock inside of her. 

"N-no wait," she panted out as she tried to push Dave away. But it seemed as if he wasn't having any of that, as he pushed forward diving deeper into her and making her cry out. "Please oh my god, oh Dave please," she begged, her limbs flailing a bit at the pleasure of him stroking her and pushing at the sensitive part right at the top of her entrance. "P-please wanna come on your cock," she babbled as she tried to stop him, yet her body had other ideas as it didn't want to be away from him for any amount of time.

Her words though seemed to get him to stop, albeit slowly, as his fingers began to slow their stretching of her, and that devilish tongue of his took one last taste before he pulled away completely. 

David was a sight to see when he looked at her, and her breath hitched at the sight of his lust-filled eyes that were paired with his chin, mouth, and the rest of the bottom half of his face glistening with her juices. 

God damn was he a sexy son of a bitch.

"You wanna come on my cock detective?" He asked as he straightened himself, a dark twinkle in his eyes as he continued to play the suspect even if [Y/n] was done and just wanted to fuck.

But no, she was the one who asked for this, and she was going to play it out.

Nodding her head, [Y/n] used the little strength she had left to push herself up so that she was sitting upright. Her thighs spread for a second longer to allow him to see her glistening cunt before she closed them and was scooting forward towards him. 

The cold metal did nothing to soothe the heat of her skin as she inched closer and closer to him. Each movement made him go back until he was sitting in his chair, and she was standing in front of him.

"Yeah I do, still gotta make sure you're as good as a fuck as you say you are," she purred as she watched him loosen his belt, and undo his pants while she tried to keep from drooling the moment his cock sprang out. 

It bobbed heavily against his belly once free of its confines, the shaft curved ever so slightly, but just enough that it rubbed all the right places inside of her. 

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow at her words as she began to straddle him, one of her legs strewn over one of his. Her hips hovering over his cock as she grinned at him.

"But don't worry, with the way you used your tongue," she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his cheek before she whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver. "I just know you're 'bout to fuck me just as good." 

With that, her hand went in between their bodies and he let out a moan as she took him in her hand. The flesh was warm, hard, velvety and oh so fucking big. It had her almost coming then at the thought of him inside her as she positioned the tip of it at her entrance before she sunk down on him.

"Fuuuck!" He hissed, his hands flying down to her waist as she slid all the way down his shaft. Her hot cunt enveloping him as their hips met each other's as she seated herself completely on him.

Streams of whimpers left [Y/n] lips as her insides clenched and rippled around him. Doing its best to acclimate to the large intrusion that was spreading her wide open and causing her to leak juices all over his lap. Thank god he had taken his pants off, or he would not be able to go back to work with how wet she was making him. 

She didn't wait much longer to start to move, as she was eager to feel the drag of his cock in her, so she began to bounce wildly on his lap without warning. It caused him to let out a loud shout that turned into the sexiest moan that ever graced her ears.

Her hands flew to grip his shoulder as she rode him with fervor, her lips parted open as she moaned loudly from the way his tip was already hitting deep in her. She wasn't going to last long, but now that she had him in her, she didn't care, as long as she got to come around him she was happy.

"Fuck, so fuckin' big, fuck," she moaned biting her bottom lip as she rotated her hips furiously against him before starting her bouncing again. The slick sounds of her fucking herself on his cock echoing in the room with each movement.

"Yeah, you like that detective?" He growled, as he met her with his own thrusts each time she would slide down him causing her to moan as he hit that spot that had her legs shaking. "Shit! Like ridin' some criminal's cock somewhere folks can just walk in and see huh?"

"Uh-huh! Yes, oh my god yes!" 

She nodded enthusiastically, her brain having a hard time forming words as she impaled herself on him over and over. Her focus only on how good she felt as she leaned her head back while she took all of him.

"Fuck, a detective who's also a little slut. Who would have thought?"

His voice a low rumble as she bounced happily on him, not paying attention to how he let her waist go, and how he snuck a hand in between their bodies until,

"AHHH!" 

A loud squeal filled the room as his fingers pressed her clit, rubbing strong circles around the bead that had her choking for a moment.  Her legs seized and her cunt clamped down on him causing him to moan with her as well. 

Faster and faster he rubbed, and her bouncing became erratic until it switched into her grounding her hips against his harshly wanting to feel his entire length in her heat. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were parted, yet nothing came out of it as she felt herself climb higher and higher. Her stomach clenched harder, and her cunt bared down on him as she rolled her hips and he kept touching her.

"Oh my god, oh my god," her whispers became higher and higher, as he went faster and harder until.

"DA-!" Her shout was cut short as he leaned forward quickly, one hand pushing her closer to him, while the other rubbed her clit furiously as her limbs spasmed uncontrollably beneath him. Her juices gushed out as he pressed his lips against hers drinking her shout and making her swallow his as he felt his own orgasm building.

When he felt her body calm just a little, he pulled away from the kiss rocking his hips gently. Testing the waters of her, and when she pulled away to look at him and nod, he began to thrust shallowly into her body that was soaking and open for him, and it didn't take but a few more strokes before he painted her insides. Their juices mixing with each others as they both moaned, her insides spasming once again at the feeling of his hot seed spurting into her. 

Brushing her lips against his cheeks, [Y/n] let out a soft groan at the feel of his stubble before kissing him and burying her face against his neck.

Dave chuckled at her, his hand stroking her lower back as they came down from their highs. For a few moments, they sat in bliss, ignoring how it would be not great if they were caught like this by their coworkers. 

Hopefully though, they were all still occupied at the annual precinct Christmas party that the two had decided to skip again this year for a party of their own. 

It had definitely been way more entertaining to say the least. 

"So, am I cleared of all wrongdoing, detective?" David asked, turning his head a little to whisper into [Y/n]'s ear. 

Lifting up a little so that she could look at him, a sleepy but mischievous look was on her lips.

"Cleared of all of it, and then some."

A/N: And that's that! 😉😉😉😉 Thank you for reading and I hope to see you all in the new year with more Alan fics! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year , Happy Holidays haha! See ya!

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After - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day Twenty-Eight of Pedrotober: Any Marcus Pedrotober Hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x f!reader

Rating: You already know it's E. Rough p in v (but also soft?), oral (fem receiving), pretty heavy hints of PTSD.

Word Count: 1414

a/n: Back by popular demand, our Roman Empire. This directly correlates to "Before," and the original fic "Fate," but neither is necessarily essential for you to understand this.

He comes back to you.

Against all odds, he's here. In your arms. Marked by scars that run in long lines across his skin, but with a heart that still beats surely beneath the surface. Your hands run through his hair slowly, trying to understand the way his mind has changed, too. To determine what you can do to help ease the horror you know consistently repeats there.

Because he never wanted this life. Not for himself. Not for you. Not for anyone in Rome.

"Marcus?" you question, easing one leg over his thighs so you're in his lap. The water is warm around you, a luxury you have largely gone without in the years since his departure, and you can feel the way your fingertips wrinkle after the time you've spent wading in it. "Marcus, please," you beg, hoping that you can draw him back to the surface and away from whatever is replaying behind his darkened gaze.

When he still doesn't respond, you kiss him, shifting in his lap so his hardening cock is pressed between you. Your hands run up the firm muscles of his chest to the sides of his face, trying to convey to him that he's safe through your touch. That for every day you marked on the walls of your chambers, you've thought only of him. Prayed to Mars that he would find his way home and to Jupiter that you would live to see it.

They answered, and for however short a time, they are allowing you this.

It's fleeting, the moments you share with him, because there is no question where his fate will lead him next. Back to the halls where you first fell in love, destined to exhibit the same strength that overtook entire cities. Vitality that is now nothing more than a simple amusement to the Emperors enthralled by the brutal battles that take place in their arena. It makes you frantic, the reality that at any moment he could be ripped from you again. Only this time, you are certain that there will be no return.

"Come back to me," you plead again, resting your forehead against his, determined to make the most of the present. Of the time you do have left. It takes a moment longer, but you know he's finally broken free from the confines of his mind when the wide expanse of his hand rests against the small of your back, pulling you ever closer. He finds his home against your neck and your head falls back, the ends of your hair dipping into the water.

Slowly, you rise on your knees, Marcus following your lead as he reaches between you to guide himself between your folds. "I love you," he whispers, the echoes of before lingering as he slides you back down, filling you completely in one swift motion. It's not close enough. It never has been and it never will be, but this in itself is a blessing. The feeling of him inside you, around you, here with you.

The way you were once so certain he wouldn't be again.

But there are moments where you wonder if the man who rocks into you now is the same one who murmured promises into your skin. Before, when your darkness turned to light in his presence and he vowed to take care of you. Before he was forced to complete his duty to the empire and returned to your arms broken and shattered.

In many ways, you're sure it is. You hear it in the way he says your name and how he holds you against him during the night. Feel it in the way he breathes you in every time your lips touch his. And when you can coax a laugh from the depths of his soul it sounds exactly how you remember, so full of life and love. The sound that is the very reassurance that the Marcus you know, your Marcus, is alive.

But there are hints of something else there, too. Something dark that looms at the edges of his reality. He's rougher, not just in appearance, but in the way he commands your body. So much of the gentleness you can recall seems lost on the battlefield and replaced by something raw and tinged with violence.

He lifts you from the water with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you back to his bed without ever slipping from your core. The moon offers no light this evening, darkness only overpowered by the soft glow of candlelight, glistening on your wet skin as he lowers you to the bed. He pumps into you roughly once, then twice, before pulling out to turn you on your stomach, and you barely have time to crawl to your knees at the edge of the bed before he thrusts his cock home.

It doesn't hurt, the way he takes you, not truly, because you know it's what he needs. He needs to feel you, to use you, because you are the only one who can help him forget. This is what allows him the respite from the nightmares, to let the memories of his own inhumanity fade from existence as he loses himself in pleasure. Loses himself in you.

Marcus lets out a harsh groan, the pitch of his voice low. His breathing is erratic, and as you glance back at him over your shoulder, you notice the way his eyes are distant once more. Tense fingers grip at your hips, leaving indentations in your skin as he pulls you back against him at a rapid pace.

You let your arms give out beneath you, head falling into the sheets that still smell of sex. It changes the angle, allowing his shaft to ease deeper, and a moan flows from your chest at its impact. "Marcus," you mutter, your hand reaching behind you to grasp his wrist, to try again to drag him from the haze.

This time, it doesn't work.

He never falters, not even as he fights against the demons that threaten to consume him. He allows himself to be lost in you, in the way you feel around him, in the pleasure you ring from his body, and you take it all. You let him sculpt you like wet clay as he hauls your body against his, gripping at your breast as he buries himself inside you. A large hand dwarfs your own when he spills his seed in your welcoming heat, his breath heavy even as he bites into the delicate skin of your shoulder.

It's paralyzing, the way Marcus holds you like you are life itself. Grasping at it before it can shift just out of reach and clinging to it like a dead man walking. And in some ways, that's what you both are. Two souls fated for something beyond your control, destined to find each other, to consume each other, and to ruin each other in the process.

But again, the Marcus you remember returns. Slips back to the existence you share as he eases out of you, holding you in place at the edge of the bed when he drops to his knees and replaces his length with long fingers. Without hesitation, he runs his tongue through your folds, erasing the evidence he has left between your thighs, and it's familiar, the way he shifts the heavens and the earth before you come crashing down with a whimper and a whispered "I love you."

He remains with you in the aftermath, running a damp cloth across your skin and kissing away the marks he left in his wake. You let him tend to you, each whisper an apology for what he has done. Not just to you, but to the world. To every soul he has touched and every life he has destroyed.

You long to ease the pain that taints his heart, and you try. You try to relieve the agony by bringing his head to your chest to confirm for him that you're alive. That for however long the gods give you, he can return to this place where he will not be judged for his strength or for the atrocities he has committed.

And, you reassure him, that even if you cannot keep him here, you will follow wherever he goes. Regardless of time or place or life or death, you will pursue him. Into the after, into the beyond. Forever.

Read the entire "Fate" Trilogy | Fate | Before | After

[callsignthirsty]

Thirsty - 55 AND JAKE IM BEGGING YOU

HEY SUNNY!

YOU DON’T NEED TO BEG unless you wanted it in a timely manner. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!reader Word Count: 850 Warnings: smut, overstimulation, p in v, mentioned fingering, mentioned oral (fem receiving), the mortification of being walking in on Minors DNI

Smut Prompt #55

You’ve been seeing Hangman for a couple months now. Suffice to say, the uranium mission had made him much more agreeable. Easier to palate. Just enough of his edges smoothed to make his smart mouth charming where it had once provoked with sarcasm and biting wit. And in that time, you hadn’t exactly wanted for sex. Hangman’s appetite was something else; you can’t think of a single time he’s left you wanting. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t like to take things into—ahem—your own hands every now and then. So when Hangman grumbles that Cyclone has wrangled him into a late night at North Island, you decide to have some fun.

Your assigned housing unit’s door doesn’t creak anymore since Hangman fixed it. Not that you’d have noticed after half a bottle of wine, anyway. You’d been too distracted to hear your spare key snick the deadbolt or the door open. So you were shocked into momentary stillness when Jake appeared in your doorway hardly thirty minutes after he’d usually roll around. Staying late, your ass.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, eyes drinking you in unabashedly where you’re spread out on your bed, fingers buried between your legs. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You heaved a sigh. That wasn’t how you’d planned on your night going. Reassuring your situationship that taking your pleasure into your own hands wasn’t a reflection on his ability to get you off. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like, then?”

You decide direct is the best approach. “Sometimes I just want to cum.” And you’d assumed he wouldn’t be stopping by after his apparently-not-so-late night.

Hangman hums as if he’s mulling it over while he unbuttons his khaki top, dropping it as he steps forward to tower over you in his undershirt and regulation pants. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

When Hangman gets something in his head, he chases after it with his entire being. It’s one of the things about him that had both infuriated and fascinated you.

So, the answer is five.

Once as he guided your hips in a sinful grind against his thigh, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. Again with his fingers massaging the sensitive walls of your cunt and pure filth caressing your ear. Twice with his face nestled between your thighs—technically a third when he used his tongue and fingers in tandem.

“Jake,” you whimper, lightly swatting his head away from your quivering, oversensitive pussy. “That’s– ah! That’s enough.”

He chuckles, the sound originating deep in his chest. “You sure?” he asks, crawling up your tired body. All you want to do is sink into your mattress, but plush lips catch your nipple, and you can’t help the way you arch into the slick heat. He lets your nipple go with a pop. “I think I can get one more out of you.”

He takes his time playing with your tits before he nudges your legs far enough apart for his hips to slot between them. He shudders as he presses himself close, lazily thrusting his long-ignored cock along the length of your cunt. Nudging your clit and sending sparks crackling all throughout your system before drawing back to start over again. You wonder, a little hysterically, if he broke something inside of you. If he’d knocked a screw loose for you to want it after the wringer he’s purposely put your body through.

As the sensation walks the fine line between pain and delicious pleasure, you wrap your legs around his hips and roll into his next thrust. Offer him more of the friction you know he craves. He looks every bit the cat who got the cream as he brings a hand down to position himself at your entrance, but he pushes in slowly. Relief and restraint warring on his face as his jaw slackens and he fights to push in slowly, the movement slick from how wet he’s gotten you.

“There you go,” Jake rasps, muscles bunching as he lowers himself to capture bitten lips in a kiss. The rhythm he starts is gentler than you think he’s been with you before, but he’s brushing all the spots that wind you tightest. His pale eyes are half-lidded. “This okay?”

It’s over far sooner than you could have anticipated, but with everything else you’ve endured and the way Jake grinds against your sweet spot with unerring accuracy, liquid gold rushes through your veins as he makes you fall apart in record time.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Jake groans, pulling out of you to strip his cock. Grunting as he shudders through his orgasm, pearly ropes decorating your abdomen.

“Six,” he says, pressing a kiss to your stomach before leaving the bed to retrieve a washcloth.

You’d throw your pillow at him if it weren’t so comfy… or if you could get your arms to work. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”

You’re asleep by the time he gets back to the bed with that washcloth.

[magicalbuttertarts]

Can I please request smut list 2, #15. Female reader with Orange Cassidy and Wheeler Yuta (real names). Thanks!

AEW Masterlist

Smut Prompt List 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy, though.

Warnings: Use of their real name. Smut under the cut. P in V. 3some. Oral (m receiving) mentions Oral (f receiving) cum swallowing.

Requested by anonymous

WC: 564

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2025: Do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

James - Orange Cassidy, Paul - Wheeler Yuta

#15: “Wanna join?”

"James." I called out, my hips moving back and forth in his lap, his cock nestled deep inside of me, as I moaned his name.

My hands were on his chest, my nails digging into his skin as he laid there, his mouth hanging open as I rode him.

The two of us were so wrapped up in one another, that we didn't hear the door open.

"Oh fuck." I heard behind me. I stopped moving as I looked over my shoulder and saw Paul standing there, looking at James and I.

"Get the hell out." James shouted at him, ready to roll us around so my back was flat against the mattress, but I shook my head no at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Paul said, but he didn't move.

"James, why doesn't he join us?" I asked, slowly moving my hips back and forth.

"You sure?" He asked me, wondering if I was joking or not.

He has mentioned having a three way with someone before, but we haven't brought anyone in, until now.

"Yes I'm sure. You keep fucking me and I suck on his cock."

I looked over my shoulder once more, to see that Paul was staring at my ass.

"Hey Paul?" I said, trying to get his attention.

"Mmm yes?"

"Wanna join?" I asked him, hoping he will say yes.

"Yes."

"Good. Now take off your clothes. I need you Paul." I urged.

◆

My back was flat against the mattress as James fucked my pussy, my legs wrapped around his waist as his hands gripped my hips.

My head was hanging off the edge of the bed, Paul's cock down my throat as he fucked my face.

His pace almost matching James.

I have lost count at how many times I have cum with the two of them.

Paul already ate me out earlier as I sucked James's cock. my vision almost went blurry as I came hard from Paul wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking on it.

"So close." James groaned, Paul telling him the same thing.

James pushed Paul away, clearly confusing the poor man, but didn't argue with him as he watched James pull out of me and pull me off the bed.

I leaned back against the bed, my hands wrapping around the cocks, as I simultaneously jerked them off.

I rubbed my face against the the tips of the cocks, spearing their juices against my lips.

I opened my mouth just as James came. I stuck out my tongue, placing his cock on it and closed my eyes as I felt him fill my mouth with his cum.

I never once stopped jerking him and Paul off.

"Oh fuck." Paul moaned as I turned my head and he placed his cock on my tongue.

Paul came, his cum filling my mouth along side James's cum.

There was so much, some spilled out, leaking down my chin.

Paul pulled his cock away, looking down at me with my mouth wide open, filled with their cum.

"Go on, swallow." James breathlessly said.

I looked between the two of them as I closed my mouth, swallowing it all.

"Shit." Was all Paul could say.

"Next time, we can fuck her ass and pussy at the same time." James said, clasping Paul on the shoulder.

"Really?"

"Yes." I piped up, already looking forward to it.

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[beevean]

a star ⭐ AND a query: are there any particular notes you have for Rain or What We've Lost and What We've Gained?

Ohhh!

Not much to say about Rain, it just came from a prompt and the idea that Hector would be "odd" enough to prefer rain over the sun. I'm not particularly proud of that one, to be honest, although I liked writing from Rosaly's POV and I took the chance to flesh her out a bit without straying far from what we know of her: she's disgustingly cute, she trusts Hector unconditionally and doesn't judge him for his weirdness, she's traditional in many aspects including having prejudices but willing to meet Hector halfway, and in short she embodies the better qualities of Christianity. I tried to incorporate other symbolisms, such as comparing Hector to a snake echoing his edgy moment in PtR, or Rosaly coming to appreciate the rain because it does kind of resemble his beloved in a way. And as I said in the notes, I just wanted to write a fully happy Hector for once lmao, let the man have one joy in the trauma conga line called his life :P

WWLAWWG is dearer to me, because I wrote a big part of it after suffering a loss - Julia's words about Isaac and her blaming herself for not loving him enough resonate too close to how I was feeling back then. I have all the feelings about her relationship with Isaac :) and i might have teared up a little when i wrote "i just want my big brother back!"...

It's worhty of note that it was born out of an idea that has little too do with the general theme of the fic - that Hector and Isaac can't have children due to their powers, something that would weigh on Hector when married to Rosaly as he'd see it as yet another consequence of his mistakes - and then spiralled into a much more wholesome headcanon that at last fixed all my grievances with the idea of Hector going to live with Julia. Maybe in the game Rosaly's makeshift orphanage doesn't exist... but nothing stops me from integrating it into the setting >:) I also go absolutely feral over the idea of Hector becoming Dracula, but this time in a positive way: by welcoming unwanted children and actually raising them with love, not to use them ;A;

Julia is a fascinating character for me to write, because she is a big big liar lmao. "Unlike her brother, whose thoughts and emotions were akin to a river in flood, and unlike Rosaly, with her clear, crystalline honesty, Julia was a placid lake, surface smooth and undisturbed." I could have phrased it better, but I liked the imagery here: Rosaly was gently honest and Isaac was brutally honest, but Julia hides everything behind her smile and slightly witty attitude, and Hector knows that something is lurking under the surface, and it's only a matter of time before it breaks the illusion. makes you wonder why she's like this...

I also tried to make Hector sound a little different here. This is post-CoD Hector, this is a Hector that has fully affirmed himself and his own agency. He's no longer the boy who would let himself be eaten alive to fill someone else's void :) it was very important to me that he took the decision to remove himself from a toxic situation, while still not looking like he was simply running away: I'm proud of myself for the idea of leaving the Devils with Julia, who in Kojima's art is shown taking care of them. There is something to be said that in theory, Julia would be an even better companion for Hector than Rosaly, because she fully understands Hector's powers and "curse", and being shunned because of it, and they can both be fully themselves around each other. This alone makes me imagine that the two would keep in touch through their lifetime, even from a distance.

(similarly I like the part where Hector muses that trying to assign blame on one person is eventually a futle endeavor, becase "it would always return to its starting place". You can't run away from grief, and what's the point in blaming dead people or yourself?)

And as I said in the notes, it's funny to me that it's the very first fic that used the Hector & Julia tag lol. But I still feel I wrote them as rather romantic, even though it wasn't my intention, perhaps for the moment of vulnerability they share together. I suppose you can read them as having the potential to fall in love, but kept apart by their trauma, which is the whole point of the story lmao.

and finally, this

“Then I’d better start packing as well,” she snorted, “for you seem hardly willing to part with your money.” “With all due respect, one hundred gold for a short sword may be on the excessive side–” “I’m simply teasing. Forgive me, but your pride is too easy to prickle.”

was a heartfelt jab at the game, specifically at my first playthrough where I didn't know how to stop being too poor for her shop :P

[our-future-is-up-to-us-2]

It's No Secret

Weeee more Narcovember content! Fic number 16 @narcosfandomdiscord

Again with expanding my fandom repertoire and wanting to twist how the prompt might be seen, so, I listened to Concerto in F and fell in love with An American In Paris all over again <3

Prompt #16, Book Of Locally Sourced: Notebook

Word Count: 800

Relationships: Lise Dassin/Jerry Mulligan, Henri Baurel & Lise Dassin, Henri Baurel & Jerry Mulligan

Warnings: None

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

Lise Dassin is an enigma. 

It only makes sense that such an enigma is followed. 

She doesn’t realise it, though. Instead, she dances through the streets of Paris, helping strangers who fight, who are prickly because of the war. 

Instead, she dances for a living, because she is beautiful, graceful, and elegant. She is a neat package covered by a bow: A pristine black bob, if you will. 

She is the best one there, so many proclaim. She is the best one by a long mile, so the great Jerry Mulligan wishes to shout to the rooftops. 

He draws her elegance into his notebook. Sketchbook, after all, seems too revealing. He’s noting her down, her edges and curves, the stretch of her legs and the points on her ballet shoes. 

Because, once he’s done with Paris, he’ll never see her again. And he wishes to stay for the longest time. 

***

They meet first in a department store, and then, by the River Seine. He serenades her with love and song, an instant infatuation, adoration, for a woman of few words. 

She’s meek and withdrawn, sticking to her place. “Sir, please, don’t touch that! No! Oh, why are you making a mess?!” 

And all the while, Jerry twirls and twirls, only wishing to be seen in good faith, only hoping to be called by name. He is no ‘Sir’, no one of importance. He is a free spirit instead. A wanderer. 

She calls him silly and irresponsible, and prefers Lise over Liza. Liza is too American, too drawled out with the tongue. It makes her feel foolish. Meanwhile, Lise is short, curt, traditional, and precisely describes who she is. 

She’s not going to remove any boundaries for him. Not this man of all men, with twinkling eyes and a gorgeous face… 

“Alright. Just to help with my English, we’ll meet here. And that’ll be all.” 

“That’ll be all? Of course!” He smiles like she’s just hung the moon for him, “I swear, I won’t do anything else with you! I mean, except for dancing–” 

“And I wonder, then, why I’m the ballerina.” She shrugs, pirouettes, and proceeds to follow him in movements, never touching, and yet mirroring one another. 

Well, minus the part where she shoves him into the Seine. 

And yet, he doesn’t curse her out, simply laughs and sputters, waving to show he’s alive. 

***

The collection of notebook drawings grows and grows. It’s never devoid, never still, even if he’s just copying his references and doodling over and over again. 

Art is a fine and fickle thing, so he’s discovered, and yet, there is Lise, full of artistry. Sure, she struggles, and he struggles, too… But craftsmanship is not without its doubts and failures. 

It’s just a miracle she hasn’t been hurt yet. And, if she is ever hurt, he’ll protect her. Whether she likes it or not, he’ll be there. 

Two souls, alike in dignity, profession, and passion. 

She exposes herself in front him, through dance, through song, through truth. 

And at the end of all things, they are made for each other, and not even Henri can deny it. 

He knows he’s only holding her for a limited time, purely to satisfy his familial obligations, all the while, his heart drifts off in other places. 

It’s not fair to her. It’s not fair to her. To Lise Dassin, such a darling girl, an enchanting woman, a faithful friend. 

She lights up the eyes of everyone she encounters, not just Jerry. 

And nevertheless, Henri congratulates him down the line. When they get engaged, then married, following the trajectory of life that he was meant to have with her. 

He is not sorrowful, though. He just knows, and has learned, from people like the Parisian dancer, the American artist, that everyone has their own path. They have time. 

He has time. 

And all that time, down the line… The world changes, history changes, lingers, and moves on. But there are constants: Good food, good environment, good family, good friends.

They never stop checking in on each other because they’re always so engaged. Curious. Not just Mulligan and Dassin, but Davenport, too, the entrepreneur.

The same goes with Adam: Bad leg, music-making and all. They keep to their talents, and enlarge their horizons. After all, they are in Paris.

And, to Jerry’s disbelief, he’ll always have Paris. He has Paris to spend a lifetime in, no longer a quaint trip away, no longer a fever dream or temporary happiness.

Everything is as real and true as it can possibly be. He sketches out the morning haze, the Eiffel Tower and River Seine for days on end, perfecting beauty. 

And then, there’s Lise Dassin, perfectly captured in his notebook. For she is simply one thing: The light of his life.  

[lonesome-witching]

You Didn't Disappoint

One more anonymous prompt for you guys. That is three days in a row. For context, in this one Robin is a siren and Nancy is a fairy. And I would like to admit I know nothing about fairies and only a tiny bit about sirens. So, I made it my own. I hope you enjoy!

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

Robin wasn’t used to setting foot on land. It’s not like she minded much, it just wasn’t her natural habitat. It was good for her though. That’s what everyone said. Broaden your horizon. Meet new people. Find fresh victims.

Beach towns in the summer usually had some of those to offer. Beach towns in the winter though… then they were just sad. The only hope was the town bar. There were usually a couple of sad drunks trying to drink their life away. It would have to do for now.

She hated the smokey smell of the bar. Each time she wondered how human beings could stand this smell. Perhaps they had grown immune to it. Robin wasn’t sure she ever wanted to become immune to it. Not if it meant having to spend her time in places like this.

She walked towards the bar. One drink wouldn’t hurt. In fact, it might help her ruse. No one ever thought anything of a lonely girl if she was drinking. Perhaps that was normal for human beings. She hadn’t noticed many other lonely girls drinking. But lonely women drank all the time, alone at the bar with something red in front of them. Robin had tried them a few times. It didn’t really work. Those women only talked and talked and talked. They couldn’t be seduced into doing anything. They pitied themselves too much.

Men on the other hand were easy. Too easy. And each time Robin had to lower herself to that, she felt disgusted. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that tonight.

She felt hopeful as she sat down at the bar. “Just a beer, please,” Robin asked with a fake smile on her face.

“ID?” The bartender didn’t even look up. It wasn’t Bart or John. Those men were easily convinced to leave the rules behind. This was a newbie. Someone Robin hadn’t seen before. She didn’t like that.

“Is that really necessary? It’s just one beer.”

“I’m afraid so.” But this time the bartender looked up. It was easy enough to convince him now.

“Please,” Robin nearly sang, her tone slightly picking up at the end of the word.

“Just this once.” The bartender slid a beer her way.

A girl laughed into her glass next to Robin. She hadn’t even noticed her before. But now Robin couldn’t not notice her. She had dark curly hair, pale skin and sharp cheekbones. If Robin didn’t know any better, she’d think this girl was magic. Luckily, she knew better.

“What’s so funny?” Robin called out, taking a sip of her beer. She shouldn’t have sounded so hostile, but she did.

“Nothing,” the girl replied, with a grin on her face.

“Apparently something is amusing you though?” Robin shot back.

“It wasn’t that easy for me, is all. He made it hard for me to get my drink.” The girl turned towards Robin, allowing the view of her deep blue eyes. They were magnificent. They reminded Robin of home.

“Why do I doubt that?” Robin’s lips moved without her fully realizing.

“Because you are easily charmed, aren’t you?”

“Not at all,” Robin admitted.

“I’m Nancy.” The girl reached out her hand. A dangerous movement.

“Robin.” She shook Nancy’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.”

It almost felt like she was lying. Robin hoped she wasn’t. She hoped it truly was a pleasure for her to meet Robin. Because it was a pleasure to meet Nancy. A pleasure Robin couldn’t afford.

She considered her options. Dragging Nancy out of here and killing her. It didn’t sound very appealing. Walking out of here and start the search for a new victim. She didn’t really want to part from Nancy. Staying here, spending her night with Nancy, knowing that nothing Nancy said could be truly true simply because of Robin’s powers. She wasn’t sure she could bear it.

“Another one?” Nancy pointed at Robin’s half empty beer bottle.

She wanted to refuse. She should refuse. “Sure,” she said, nodding her head.

Nancy almost looked victorious. As if her masterplan was working out accordingly. It was probably quite similar to how Robin herself looked when she was trying to lure in her prey. Maybe Nancy was just like her. A part of her was hoping for it.

“So, Robin, where are you from?”

“Right here, actually.”

Nancy nodded her head. As if she knew that was coming. As if she prided Robin on having the guts to say it.

“I’m not. This is the first time I’ve set foot in this town. I’m not the biggest fan.”

Robin laughed. She could relate. The town was as dull as they come. “Anything I can do to brighten your experience?”

“I’m sure you can.”

Was Robin using her powers? She wasn’t even sure at this point.

“Are you going to kill me, Robin?” Nancy took a sip from her drink. She still hadn’t ordered the second round. Maybe Robin should’ve.

“What? No!”

Nancy sighed, disappointed. “Robin, you were doing so good. You were being so honest.”

“What?” Robin’s mouth must be hanging agape. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You considered it. You were still doubting what to do.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You don’t have to lie, Robin. I know what you are,” Nancy whispered the last sentence. Pretending it was their little secret. It was.

“How could you? Unless… Are you a fairy?” Robin had lowered her own voice as well. She had never said the word out loud and it almost sounded ridiculous. The existence of fairies was highly unlikely. Except for the girl sitting right next to her right now. It almost made sense.

“You doubt yourself to much, Robin. You’re right on the money.”

“So, why introduce yourself? Why did you want my attention?”

It must have been the right question because Nancy smiled again. “I wanted to see where things would go, what you would do.”

“And?”

“You didn’t disappoint… yet.”

Robin nodded her head. She wasn’t sure where to go from here.

Nancy finished her drink. “You’ve got two options, Robin. You can either walk away and find another victim. That man behind you has looked over at least four times so he’s a pretty save bed. Or you can walk out of here with me, we’ll have a drink somewhere more private and you can show me how you’ll brighten my experience.” Nancy was already turning away, getting ready to leave.

Robin rushed to her feet. She would not pass up this opportunity.

[fallrimxreader]

psst hey I know i'm a couple months late but i saw the confession dialogue prompts list and like...nick valentine + "you deserve to know" just speaks to me

It's definitely still February. :P

It hadn’t taken long for Valentine to get feelings for Sole. He’d never expected himself to feel anything more than friendship for anyone. But Sole managed to sweep him off his feet. They were sweet, kind and funny. They were the greatest, most loyal and protective person he had ever met. The way they put themselves out for the commonwealth so quickly after just coming out of the vault, he thought they were quite unbelievable. Yet he kept his feelings to himself for a long time, not wanting to ruin the friendship he so dearly cherished.

People of the commonwealth were very fond of Sole, yet there were a few that disliked their friendship with Valentine. They would often make comments about how Sole should abandon him and get new friends. This disheartened Valentine slightly, occasionally he felt like he may have been holding Sole back from greatness by being at their side. But Sole would very quickly take those feelings way, telling him that he was the only friend they needed. Sole would threaten anyone who said something mean to Valentine, proving to him that they really did care for him.

Sole and Valentine entered Diamond city, tired after another successful but long quest. They walked past Takashi’s noodles, a Diamond city resident sat at the end of the bar. They turned to Sole, smiling.

“Sole! Welcome back.” He cheered.

“Thank you.” Sole replied politely.

“Why don’t you join me for a drink?” The man asked.

“No thanks, Nick and I are going home to rest.” Sole stated trying to walk past, but their arm was grabbed.

“You don’t want to go back with him. Stay here with me, I’m a real person, so I’m much more fun. Just give me a night to show you.” The man laughed. Sole roughly pulled their arm away.

“Nick is more of a real person than you ever will be. He’s kind, and warm and makes me happy. And I’d rather spend a million nights with him, than one night with you.” Sole spat harshly, then stalked away. If Nick had a heart, it probably would have skipped a beat from hearing those words. He never asked Sole to stand up for him, but the fact they did anyway made him love them more. Together they walked past the civilian and back to Nick’s agency. Once inside Sole plopped down into a chair with an exhausted sigh. Nick kept standing, his mind deep in thought.

He wondered if Sole meant those words. But of course they did, otherwise they wouldn’t have said them. How he makes them happy, how he’s warm and Sole thinks of him as a real person. He wondered what else Sole thought of him. They often told him how much they cared about him, but he always wondered if it was platonic, or romantic.

This was the millionth time Sole had defended Nick. He pondered if they did it just because they were friends, or if Sole had a more personal reason to defend him.

He was worried, saying something might ruin their friendship. But Sole had been with him for so long, they had confided their deepest thoughts and worries with him. They put their life on the line for him, so many times, he felt they deserved to know how he truly felt about them in return.

“Hey Sole, would you mind if I take a few minutes of your time?” Valentine asked.

“You can have all my time Nick. What’s up?” Sole replied. Their words made him smile, even if they didn’t realize what they were doing they always said something to make him feel warm inside.

“I think, you deserve to know.” He took a second to think. He hadn’t planned out what he was going to say, this was just a spur of the moment. So, he didn’t quite know how to start. He wanted it to be perfect, the next words were some of the most important he could ever say.

“Know what?” Sole looked at him quizzically a single brow raised.

“You deserve to know, how I feel about you. We’ve been working together for some time now, and I have come to really enjoy your company. More than anyone else, and I quickly realized that I have fallen in love with you.” It was simple, yet sweet and straight to the point just like him. He watched Sole’s face flush red, and quickly turn into a wide grin. They leapt onto him, embracing him into a tight hug. He instinctively wrapped his arms around them, holding Sole close.

“Oh Nick. I love you too. I have for a long time.” He had hoped to hear those words, they made everything feel right. Now that he heard those words, he felt complete, like his whole world had just gotten bigger and brighter. He knew that going forward everything was going to be ok, because Sole loved him back and that was the most important thing. He held Sole tightly, kissing the top of their head.

“A lot of people ain’t going to be happy about this, about us.”

“I don’t care what they think. All I care about is you Nick, and how happy you make me. If they have a problem, I’ll stick a sock in their mouth so they can’t say anything.”

“You may run out of socks doing that.” Nick said, making Sole laugh. Nick was honored to be the one that Sole loved, he hoped he would be able to give them a good life.

“It’s going to be me and you doll, against the world, ok?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Sole pulled back from the hug, their hand reaching up to gently caress Valentine’s cheek. He leaned into the touch, placing his own hand upon Sole’s face. He leant forward, resting his forehead against Soles.

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Ty for the tag @ihaventpickedausername!

Rules: Post the first sentence in your last 10 works; if you don’t have 10, do as many as you have.

Y’all always manage to find a way to get spoilers, don’t you bkshsjsjks

Anyway, I think I have ten? Idk, let’s see:

1. Echo woke to the smell of blood.

Chap four of Slow Down. Cause ofc it is :P

2. “Just go, I’ll catch up!”

From my Echo meets Hemlock wip which I… barely started… (so this probs won’t be the first line lol) But I have it all planned out! Just need the time 🫠

3. The empty silence in the cockpit was deafening.

From and Angstpril prompt! This one plays on that repeated line of “Just like old times” and uh… it’s v sad lol. Hoping I can do at least a couple of the prompts

4. “In that case, you all are coming with me…”

Really wonder if anyone could guess where this quote comes from lol. And shockingly, this one is both fluff and not Echo centric?? Somehow??? Idk my sister made me do it lol, Tech’s her fave :)))

5. “So what do I call you?” Echo asked, eyeing the bounty hunter suspiciously.

Again, haven’t worked much other than planning the idea on this one, but that’s the first actual line I have down. Absolutely obsessed w this longfic idea, once I’m done with slow down I can’t wait to start this one aaaajsgjshsjsjsk

6. Rain pattered gently against Echo’s armor, sliding off and forming small streams as it flowed past him on the Marauder’s ramp.

Now this one, this is the start of the sequel to On the Reg :)))) (Not gonna spoil the title just yet)

7. The transport shuddered violently as they broke Coruscant’s atmosphere and Echo squeezed his eyes shut, the dull pain flaring in his chest again.

Next chap of Arc Business, which is fairly fleshed out honestly? Idk just not motivated to finish it rn

8. The shuttle was right there.

Yeah….. betcha can’t guess how this one starts bskhsjsjs Basically an AU where Echo escapes Skako on his own, but loses his memory in the process. Confusion ensues, lots of tearful reunions, but uh honestly, it gets a little boring since the batch isn’t there? Might come back to this one and see if I can work them in, idk 🤷

9. The Bad Batch hated regs.

Wow so interesting lol. Pretty much a one shot where the batch realize Echo’s never spoken abt himself despite him always listening to them, and they desperately try to convince him on how important he is to them :))))

And for ten, gotta be honest I don’t have any real lines written for it but I think this bit is funny so:

10. Why hurt one of them when you can hurt both in the exact same way???

Completely self indulgent Fives Lives AU where he’s a sith tormenting them pre-order 66, the batch get him out and help him regain control of his mind only for order 66 to strike and only affect Echo :)))) So it’s the exact same problem, but swapped :))))) Yes this is all pain and no I really doubt I’ll ever write it lol

No pressure tags: @thebispaceace @floundrickthewayfarer @phis-writing <333

[ffxiv-swarm]

prompt 3: i think of you lonely

Wrapped around a dragon’s horn:

Master Mordeterre,

I hope this letter finds you Well and Unharmed, both in mind and body, for Well do I Know the Cruelties which your Superiors are capable of. Do please tell me you have something Else with which to occupy your time – a Hobby, perhaps? A beloved pet? Something which does Not find joy in Fire and Blood?

I recall you expressing your Disbelief that my comrades and I would survive the retaking of the Stone Vigil. Do kindly find attached my Proof to the contrary, and note that I intend Many More victories to come.

Regards,

Ritanelle Soleil

Tattered and smudged, in the same package as a glowing green feather and a broadsheet advertising a comedic play:

Master Mordeterre,

Relieved I am to hear from you, and yet Further Relieved that you are a man of Taste and Learning. You simply Must tell me the name of your cat, his features, and how you came to acquire him, and as for your many Languages – I Demand to know all that you know of Old Gelmorran, how you came to speak it, which texts on the subject I may somehow acquire, etc., etc. I am of that extraction myself, tho’ I have not been blessed with a strong connexion to the Culture and Heritage which is Mine by right. (I shall spare you the Many sheets of paper which I might fill with the depredations of the Gridanians upon my people.) My most fervent desire has Ever been for Greater Knowledge.

I do note, however, that you have only listed solitary pursuits. Surely you must leave the house! I, for one, can spend Many hours at the theaters of whichever city in which I find myself. The tale depicted on the attached sheet is a Particular favorite, and I believe it is also being performed in Your fair city. I would be Most appreciative if you would tell me your own opinion, should you chance to see it.

Sincerely,

Ritanelle

P. S.: The feather was dropped by Garuda, a Most Fierce adversary. Alas, ‘twas the Empire which struck the killing blow. I do not anticipate any threat to Ishgard, but please do take care.

Accompanied by several newspaper clippings:

Avery,

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your loan of the Old Gelmorran primers! I have indeed received them safely, and you may rest assured that I shall return them in Immaculate condition. I have not yet dared to open them, for I know that once I do I shan’t wish to stop even to Eat. And don’t you Dare apologize for your marginalia, you Ridiculous Man! I Adore seeing the evidence of a book Well-Loved. (Even if it is loved by Galloway, who I see has left his tiny fangs imprinted on one corner! Cats are even more trouble than carbuncles!)

Additionally, I am full glad that you enjoyed the play, tho’ I was much Grieved to hear of the zeal with which your Ishgardian Censors ply their trade. The scene with the Sahagin and the apple cart truly must be seen for later developments of M’khebbe’s character to land Properly! And yes, I assure you that there is development of her character, for it hides Quite the clever message if you know to look.

[Several paragraphs follow, explaining Lominsan theatrical conventions, the importance of stage direction, and the double entendres excised from the Ishgardian version.]

Ah, but I am sure you are Wondering about the newspaper clippings. No doubt you have heard of the success of Operation Archon. I am not here to reiterate it, merely to share that I have had to give Several newspaper interviews regarding my role in Expelling the Garleans from our fair land, and I wished for you Not to think I was bragging Unduly. It was [large inkblot] a Most Terrible Battle. That we Survived can only be attributed to Hydaelyn’s Will and Love for Us. This is not the word of a Foreign Heretic, merely the Truth. You are not the only people who are Beloved by your Goddess.

And on that note, I wish you a happy St. Daniffen’s Day! I understand this is the holiday with all the fish-shaped pastries, yes? Do you know where I might procure a recipe? These past few weeks I have found myself with an Excess of free time.

Most sincerely,

Ritanelle

P.S.: I understand you are an Accomplished archer. Perhaps you might enjoy making the acquaintance of my new Scion partner? She is a woman from the Far East of surpassing skill with a bow. Hanchecheg Ganchecheg Gantsetseg is her name.

[A lengthy correspondence follows. Ritanelle seems determined to update Avery on all the strange and lovely things she does and encounters in Eorzea—ancient Allagan crystal spires, fierce battles against primals, plays she’s seen and delicious meals she’s eaten—with a strong undercurrent that he is missing out. They have several lengthy discussions of Gelmorran pronunciation and grammar, particularly its relation to Old Elezen. At one point, she does indeed go on a several-page-long rant regarding Gridania. They do not, as a general rule, discuss his career.]

Unsent:

Dear Avery,

I have met the woman you call Iceheart and [inkblot] she is not Icy at all. Merely fierce in her convictions, as a falcon is fierce. It is true she is a heretic, and a truer one than you ever called me, but though her methods are harsh and misguided that does not make her motivation evil. She believes man and dragon can live in peace, and I am not sure she is wrong. I truly think that, could she actually speak to someone in power – Ser Aymeric, perhaps – some True Change could be made. You cannot tell me you want to fight dragons for Another thousand years!

Perhaps you do.

Perhaps I’ve misjudged and you

I know you will call me Mad. Will say I have lost my Mind. But I am thinking clearly, soberly, and could you but Speak to her – she is an Intelligent Woman. You can be Reasonable. If nothing else, I think the discussion would be Illuminating.

If you don’t just turn her over to your bosses

I have seen what they do [large inkblot]

~Rita

On the reverse of a sketch of an elezen woman in a ball gown:

Avery,

The Sultana of Ul’dah is giving a ball to celebrate Ishgard’s Return to the Eorzean fold, and the Scions are invited! Attached please find a sketch of what I plan to wear; I know not if you can Acquire an invitation, but perhaps if the Stars Align we shall see each other there. You will enjoy the Food, if not the Weather – Ul’dah is Quite Warm, especially if you are not used to it. Fortunately, I am – and I certainly plan to be dressed for it! One can never have Too Much gold, in my opinion. Should we meet, I am looking forward to discussing our Usual Topics in person for once – I have been diligently practicing my Old Gelmorran, but I daresay you shall not laugh if I am less than fluent.

Wish me luck!

~Rita