#Multiple Hooks and Trays

[neighbourscat]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 , nicholas alexander chavez

THE LIFE-CHANGING EDIT.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . celeb!nicholas c. X non-celeb!black!fem!reader || second person ( you, yours, you’re ) + lowercase intended.

+ synopsis. when watching horror movies with your boyfriend leaves you waking throughout the night, you resort to social media to distract you from your disturbing thoughts. scrolling and scrolling, you find yourself on the steamy side of tiktok; your boyfriend the face of this new era.

+ cw. brief description of horror documentary ( no specific title ). mature language! established relationship, painfully horny reader // somnophilia, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cock-warming for a bit, multiple orgasms + orgasm denial, creampie.

+ nali’s notes; pure filth. wordcount :: 2.6k+

+ to be played: back to sleep, chris brown. || alternative: p power, gunna ( no drake, ver ).

THE LIFE-CHANGING EDIT.

you knew you shouldn’t have gave into your boyfriend’s request for a ‘horror movie’ night. it was the first night of october, so you figured why not ( and you regret that ). you prepared trays of snacks; anything you could find in the pantry: chocolate covered pretzels, leftover tostitos chips and spicy cheese dip — which you couldn’t eat at all, unfortunately. you couldn’t understand how your boyfriend could watch those scenes and continue to stuff his face. like the one with the human man meat-grinding another human man; breaking him down to bits and pieces in order to better dispose of him.

after the second and final movie, you told nicholas to lock up once more — your level of paranoia astronomical. there would be no recovering from those movies, especially not in the month of october — “no one is coming in here,” nicholas said for the fifth time, teasingly, crunching up the empty bag of tostitos. “you don’t know that,” you had said, peeking through the cozy throw blanket. you were sitting criss-crossed, nicholas’s pumpkin-blanket outlined around your face and body.

nicholas laughed to himself, licking at his salty fingers. you saw as he turned his back toward you and started for the kitchen to wash his hands — leaving you all alone in the living area. you tensed, scrunching your knees up to your chest and becoming a tight ball.

on any regular night — when your imagination wasn’t filled with slideshows of dismembered human bodies ( mostly children’s. you swore tv-people couldn’t show that shit on television, even if it was all makeup ) or a creature that melted people and used their gushy remains to grow in height, weight, and strength — you would have the window blinds snapped closed, leaving you and your boyfriend in pitch black darkness.

not tonight. fuck that.

after jumping into bed and diving under the blanket, you demanded your boyfriend to open the blinds — and to leave them wide open. you felt like a small girl again, needing her nightlight and closet doors firmly closed. the jackets that you and nicholas had hooked on the walls were also placed into the closet. the reason why they were out on the wall in the first place, was because there was no room in the closet. but nicholas made room — needing to shut your complaining.

you were in and out of sleep for the next four hours. twisting and turning, latching yourself onto nicholas’ arm or his torso, scrolling through instagram and tiktok; sending your close friends reels and responding to fan accounts of nicholas’ — but you straightened up a bit when an edit took over your screen.

without a second thought, without a slight consideration or hesitation — you hearted the video, added it to your favourites, saved the video to your phone, and commented an excessive amount of heart-eye emojis. and when you scrolled up . .. . you scrolled back down to rewatch the edit. you propped yourself onto an elbow, letting it play and play over and over again. and suddenly, the dark hadn’t been so scary anymore. you kept the volume down low, the lyrics of ‘p-power’ by gunna faint; as well as the moaning in the background.

you pulled your eyes from your phone screen, only for a second at the low sound of nicholas tugging the blanket up to his chest. he rolled onto his side and let out a low breath, the moonlight illuminating his features. you raked your fingers through his hair and with your other hand, you swiped over to view the profile and watched more edits of your boyfriend — finding that over thirty minutes had gone; thirty minutes of watching your boyfriend do his job ( hotly ).

nicholas turned onto his backside once again, pushing the blanket downward and away from his bare chest. his sleeping form was always . .. . too tempting not to feel a little tingling on your insides. nicholas liked sleeping with only his briefs on and no matter how normal that was, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander around; even more so after liking and saving all of those edits.

there was something about actually having him here beside you. there’s something in the way his body was ( so toned and muscular ) spread out on his side of the bed and the way his face is as calm as the waters of a lake during a summer evening, or maybe . .. . it was the little tent between his legs that his boxers revealed, that increased your body temperature.

turning off your phone, you felt bad for being turned on just by the way he looked when he was asleep . .. . perhaps it was the effect love had on you or it was just another kink or the velocity edits, you didn’t know yet, but the aching burn in your stomach didn’t stop you from cuddling up beside him.

you rested your head on his spread arm and snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. the familiar scent made you smile and, for a short moment, you thought you could stay like this. maybe this is what you needed; the warmth of his relaxed body calmed you for a while, but then . .. . your hand moved like it had a mind of its own.

you trailed your fingers along his collarbones and he hummed in his sleep, shifting a bit. he looked so . .. . so cute, you couldn’t stop yourself from travelling far south, to caress his chest and abdomen as softly as possible, trying not to wake him up. and in this very moment, you felt like the luckiest woman on the planet; touching on the man that millions were so very attracted to.

you felt every muscle of his abdomen, which made your bottom lip get trapped between your teeth, to prevent a sigh from leaving you. mindlessly, you scooched in closer — your hand needed to go further down, past his sharp v-line, but you weren’t sure. your hand itched for it. for him, but your mind wouldn’t allow it just yet.

and when the slightly lined abs flexed under your touch, you immediately checked his face, afraid that you might’ve woken him —

— but his closed eyes and steady breathing told you otherwise. so, your arm moved to his exposed thigh. his skin was warm, and as you caressed and fondled with his body, the sinful thought of taking his cock out and stroking him, made you press your thighs together. the moans that would fall from his soft lips and the way he’d buck his hips up begging for more, using your soft hand to chase and tip over the edge, only made your breathing heavier.

and the thought of his brown eyes on you as you gently kissed his fiery tip and pumped the rest of him drove you crazy, to say the least. you could picture it . .. . but you wanted to taste it even more; you wanted to feel him shiver as your mouth wrapped around him. you wanted his world to center around you, your name heavy on his tongue, viscous and filling his mouth like honey until he was drowning in a pool of ecstasy.

you wanted him to cup the sides of your head in his big hands — his fingers holding your braids together in a messy ponytail — and start thrusting himself into the slick warmth of your mouth, pathetically using your throat as his own personal fleshlight, the constant flow of his thick precum and your saliva leaking onto the bed sheets. you wanted to hear him groan deep within the pits of his chest . .. .

but you closed your eyes, restricting yourself to only imagine. your mind no longer filled with horrible images of bloody corpses, but of nicholas fucking himself up into your body over and over again — the crotch of your panties were damp and at this point, you hadn’t realized how your grip on his thigh had tightened or how the muscles rippling through his skin had stiffened.

“ . .. . get on top . ..” his sleepy voice, raspy and deep, rang in your ears and you snapped your head toward him, wide-eyed. the burn in your stomach ached even more at the sight of nicholas’ still closed eyes and messy brown hair. you pushed yourself up a bit, staring down at his face. you poked at his cheek and he rubbed his eyes with a groan. he gave his thighs a pat, at which you got the message: come, and straddled his waist without any question or trouble.

“i’m sorry . .. .” you apologized lowly, feeling guilty for being the reason he was no longer sound asleep. nicholas shook his head, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and answered quietly, “don’t be sorry, pretty.” and then, “take what you need,” nicholas said under his breath and the tone made your eyes fall heavy. “you can take me.”

you leaned in and pecked his cheek, but as you pulled away he chased after your lips with a soft pout. a slow, open-mouthed kiss was all it took for the sigh you’d been holding back to finally escape you and when it did, his grip on your hips tightened. his fingers dug and dug into your brown skin, his pulse thumping and pounding. nicholas moved you a smidge, just enough to have you sitting right over his bulge — and his legs trembled, “shhit .. .” breaking the kiss.

you found his mouth again. and as you kissed; his tongue delving between your lips, your hand slid to the grown arousal — his breath hitched as your hand brushed against his hardness through the thin fabric. and you dipped your hand passed the waistband — taking him out of the obstacle that the underwear was.

you gave a clean up and down pump of your hand and nicholas groaned lowly into your mouth. as you gave another and another, he ripped his lips away from yours and tilted his head back into the pillow, the heat and pressure of your hand too delicious. it was almost too much to bear.

his muscles tensed and his breathing became shallow and ragged. nicholas could feel the intensity and pleasure building within him with every stroke of your hand. “need’ta . .. .” he mumbled, his voice low and strained. “holy shitt-oh fuck.” nicholas bit down on his lower lip, eyelids fluttering shut. he needed to be inside of you. he needed to feel your body wrapped around him. he needed you like he needed to breathe.

and when he felt your hand no longer pumping, he opened his eyes — staring up at the ceiling. “wha-what happened?” he had asked, coming to lift up . .. . and his voice died to a scratchy whisper at the feeling of you lining him up between your pussy lips. you moved your wrist; rubbing him side to side, his tip kissing at your clit and just almost pushing into your slit, collecting your syrupy slick — shivers washed your spine.

if it wasn’t for his arms helping, you wouldn’t have started pushing down. nicholas guided your hips down and the sight of his cock disappearing within you was just as overwhelming as the feel of your ribbed walls. “oh. .. . fuckkk.” he groaned deeply, his nails digging into your flesh even harder — the tightness and warmth of you brought tears to his eyes. nicholas could barely keep himself from bucking up into you . .. . but he wanted you to set the pace. he wanted you in control.

“y-you’re squeezing,” he muttered cutely, in a breathless whisper.

you hadn’t realized how needy you were until nicholas was shifting underneath you, burying his cock to the hilt — you felt full all over. you resisted the urge to pound down on him for the sake of his still sleepy daze. your hands landed on his chest for support and you raised your hips slowly.

the wetness of your cunt was enough to slip him in and out with ease — smooth gliding and a wet little smack when you touched down — and soon, you picked the pace up, just enough to hear his deep, guttural moans. you rode him slowly, feeling his tip reach deep at this angle while he eyed you with a drowsy stare. nicholas was losing his mind, his eyes now practically rolling in the back of his head. nicholas released a sharp, low breath, staring up at you then, “you’re makin’ it so hard to keep still . ..”

“you don’t even know,” he said, gritting his teeth.

raising your hips, it took quite some effort to pull him out that far because he was so girthy. your walls were literally pulling at his cock as if you didn’t want to let him go. which you didn’t. you did it slowly, terribly slow, every millimetre had your pussy lips tracing another facet of him.

a breathy moan fell from your lips, which made nicholas force you faster down on him and you clenched, instantly. “let me do it . .. .” he pleaded — the wet, squelchy sounds that came from where your body met his, was quiet enough to indicate lazy, early morning sex between lovers, and the rhythm was not a particularly quick one, but one to make the burn in your stomach feel like it’ll soon be on fire.

“let me, baby.” as you were about to give attention to your clit, nicholas planted his feet into the mattress and snapped his hips up, hitting your g-stop instantly. a muffled cry filled the room and the sudden lack of energy made you fall over him. nicholas snaked both arms around your waist and pulled you in closer, holding you firmly against his chest. “nngh-! just like that!” you whined.

your body worked with his, chasing after release.

"f-fuck-nic, please.. ." your jaw clenched so hard, you thought you were moments away from breaking your teeth.

he wanted to kiss you so badly, but the position was too good and he loved seeing the way your lips formed a small ‘O’ with every few thrusts. “baby . .. . shit, i need you’ta cum.” it was his way of hinting that he was struggling and he hoped you would understand it. “want’cha’ta look at me when you cum .. . okay?”

you gave him an eager nod, holding onto his forearms; you felt his arms flex and strain with how fast he was ramming into you. you wanted to hold it in until he came with you, but nicholas got the pump just right — your breaths were short — and you were having trouble keeping your eyes on his. it didn’t take too much longer to have you thrashing and shivering and cunning so hard. he doesn’t stop then.

his heavy breaths got mixed with curses at the feeling of your walls clenching continuously. nicholas continued to move his cock in and out of you, digging and scratching deep — hitting the spots that he knows only his tip can touch. “cum again . .. .”

“need’a feel it again.” the moonlight and his sweat made him shine, highlighting the sharpness to his jaw, the tension in his arms as he lifted you up by an inch; a slight new angle. wet skin slapping was all that could overshadow your moans and pleas. but he could hear you; loud and clear. his attention was all on you.

you might have tried to say something but your incoherent mumbles weren't meant for him to understand. because of his desperate need to keep you tethered as him, he still does not stop. you're howling, and curling into him, and cunt frothing with an orgasm lost into the next.

“s-shhit, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbled, heaving a breathless sigh. nicholas slowed his hips then; your pussy clenched so hard, so tight, that he could barely move. your clit screamed with the beating and thudding of your heart, loud in your ears and blocking the harsh cries and breathy gasps tearing from your throat.

stifled cries tickled nicholas’ neck, one hand holding your head, you trembled with your nails clawing in his shoulders for strength. he jerked up and gripped your ass tightly, but instead of forcing you to your limits till he came in you, he stilled himself — just sitting inside of you like this burned . .. . so good. nicholas had never felt so close to you, so intimately connected. he could lose himself in you forever.

nicholas was right there, quiet moans escaping him as more time passed. but it was evident that he was still holding out — you could feel his cock twitching. your hands cupped his cheeks, your fingers gently scratching the back of his ears. “why are you torturin’ yourself? hmm?” you asked softly, resting your forehead against his.

he came harder when he denied himself. “th’ build up.” it came out quiet and short and he knew if he stayed like this that he wouldn’t last much longer. “cum, baby . .. .” you pleaded, “please .. .” you squeezed him in just the right way that his chest was rising and falling rapidly. and then he couldn’t hold it in anymore — he was where he wanted to be.

“holy fuck-i’m gonna cum.” his voice was desperate.

the plastic band holding him back from his orgasm snapped as he thrusted particularly deep, and he arched his back off of the bed — letting him reach just a little deeper, just enough to send him over the edge again, more curses spilled from his lips. white filled his vision, red hot pleasure searing his body from head to toe, and you kissed him through it.

you knew you could fall asleep now.

[redvelvetcupcakes21]

For @v88sy

"Nothing beats a real 3 alarm fire, right Bobby?" Chimney joked as he and crew started to make their way out of the trucks.

They were covered in grime and soot after dealing with said 3 alarm fire at a shipping distributor. The fire took nearly 4 hours to put out, fortunately for the 118 they didn't lose anyone but a lot of workers were critically injured.

Despite the rough call, Bobby felt invigorated. It was only his fourth shift back as Captain but he felt like it was his first day ever as Captain. The same energy he felt decades before buzzed through his veins as he watched his team tiredly make their way to the showers.

"You guys did great." Bobby noted to his team, "Hit the showers and I'll whip something for us for a late lunch. We're off the roster for an hour."

Bobby was ready to hit the showers himself when he noticed a few folks were sniffing the air.

Bobby inhaled as well, face scrunching in confusion as he smelled something spicy but sweet.

"Unless we're all having a collective stroke, I smell barbecue." Eddie said excitedly, already running up the stairs to the loft, followed up by the others and Bobby.

Bobby half expected Athena to be up in the kitchen, but instead he saw a familiar 6' 2 frame standing over the oven.

"Tommy?" Buck was all smiles as he rushed over to his boyfriend, pulling in the man for a kiss and causing both men to laugh as the soot from Buck's face transfered over onto Tommy's face.

"What are you doing here, man?" Chimney asked, patting the other man on the back. Eddie pulled Tommy in for his own hug along with Hen.

Tommy shrugged, nudging his chin towards the multiple items on the stove top. "I heard about the massive fire you guys had to deal with. Figured I could come by and give Cap and Evan a break in cooking for you guys."

"Tommy, you didn't have to do all this." Bobby looked at the multiple dishes, "i know how busy the harbor team gets, you should be enjoying your time off."

Eddie had already opened the over and took a dramatic deep inhale. "And if in his time off he enjoys making us delicious barbecue, who's to say we shouldn't accept?" Eddie clapped his hands and rubbed them excitedly, "All this gonna be ready after we shower?"

Tommy laughed, catching how annoyed Buck was looking at Eddie. "Yeah, you guys go shower." He turned to Buck, "I got it from here."

Buck stepped closer, a playful smirk was all Chimney and Hen needed to see before declaring "No! No hooking up in the showers!' Chimney reminded the younger firefighter who only looked sheepishly over at fed up Bobby.

"We know that look Buck." Hen reminded him teasingly.

Buck let out a frustrated loud sigh as he pouted at Tommy. Tommy was all smiles though, he pulled Buck by his turnout coat and kissed him quickly.

"I'll be back." Buck promised as he followed the others down the stairs to the showers.

That only left Bobby.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook." Bobby mused as he watched Tommy start to pull out the larger serving dishes from the cabinets. Bobby was even more surprised that Tommy remembered where everything was still.

"Yeah," Tommy rummaged around the drawers for serving utensils, "Learned off and on over the years, picked up on cooking mostly during quarantine. I figured might be fun to learn new recipes during the lockdown so I got really into smokers and barbecue so..." he waved serving tongs over the trays of chicken and ribs. "Voilà, I guess." He laughed.

Bobby raised a brow, not at the food but at Tommy.

This definitely wasn't the same man who worked under Bobby years ago.

This Tommy was definitely more confident and self-actualized. There was an easiness to Tommy that wasn't there before.

Tommy caught him staring, "Foods gonna be ready in a minute Cap, go ahead and shower."

Before Bobby could respond Buck came running up the steps, freshly showered and in clean clothes.

It occurred to Bobby at that moment he had never seen either men smile that brightly before. Buck was looking damn near giggly as Tommy's eyes gave away on how gone Tommy was for Buck.

"Ready to help." Buck smiled bashfully as Tommy pulled on a still wet curl hanging over Buck's forehead.

"God, you're cute."

That was Bobby's cue to leave.

By the time Bobby came back the loft, the food was already dished out and the crew was already seated. Bobby figured the cheers was more so about the team being finally able to eat rather then Bobby finally sitting with them

Eddie was the first to go at the food. "Buck," Eddie's eyes were all stars as he grabbed at everything, already drooling. "You should know, if you and Tommy were to break up, he gets me in the divorce. Ankles be damned."

"Me too." Hen moaned as she started to eat. "Tommy, where the hell did you learn how to make this?"

As Tommy and the others started to talk about cooking, Bobby caught Chimney’s sad smile.

"You good Chim?"

Chimney nodded, looking wistful as he told Bpbby in a low voice. "I guess I just realized how stuck Tommy was back in the day." Chimney took a moment to stare at Tommy who was whispering something to Buck that had the other man turn bright red and laugh, the reaction had Tommy looking all too pleased.

"Gerrard used to bug him about bringing over his girlfriend over so she could cook for us. Tommy would make a bunch of excuses about why his girlfriend never showed to the station or to the bar after work."

Bobby nodded, understanding where Chimney was going with this.

After dinner Bobby insisted that Tommy let the others clean up, with Buck pushing his boyfriend to sit and relax with Bobby.

"You're good for him." Bobby told Tommy in a matter of fact voice.

Tommy looked taken back, Bobby caught the flicker of worry and something else that was too familiar for Bobby. That certain fear of not being enough.

"You honestly think so?" Tommy asked softly, his eyes following Buck around the kitchen.

Bobby didn't want to jump to conclusions or anything, but he knew love when he sees it.

"I know so." He patted the younger man on the back. "It's nice having you back here, Tommy."

Tommy's smiled bashfully towards the ground before looking up. "It's nice being back, honestly." He promised.

Bobby clapped him on his back, "Good."

[weedpallor]

Wrong girl made right -ch1

Mob Wandanat x reader

18+

Summary-your walking to work one day and you get kidnapped being mistaken for someone else but they can’t just let you go now can they and your too cute to kill

Warnings:murder, mafia, mean wandanat, mob wandanat, mommy kink, daddy kink, guns, manhandling, manipulation, forced relationship, dark wandanat, reader is a big baby, wandanat threaten her with death

Photo is ai

You were walking around the city heading to a local bar, you lived in one of the most dangerous cities in the country, it was full of mafias, gangs and all around awful people. you had learned to fit in and just go with the flow. It was never easy growing up in a foster home you had parent they just werent good ones so you ended up being placed in a shitty foster home and it was honestly worse then living with your parents. the forster home was a mess there was too many kids and always fights, the house was just pure chaos. Once you had turned 18 though you had started your own life away from being a scared little child. you worked in a bar the one you were heading to now it was a fairly chill bar not many issues happened and your boss was super cool.

As you made your way through a dark alleyway that leads to the bar you work at the alleyway was filled with homeless and beggars you smiled at them hating that fact you couldn’t help more but quickened your pace wanting to get out of the dark cold alleyway it smelt grim and made your stomach turn on a daily basis but it had begun to be normal for you.

Once you reached the exit of the alleyway you took a deep breath of relief, the semi fresh air refreshing your lungs it was refrshing being out of that alley it smelt like things that you never thought you would have to smell walking to work.

Suddenly you felt large viney hands on you and a blacl silk bag placed securely over you head you thoughts were going while as you thrashed around trying to break free from the people holding you they seemed to be men based there strength, you were terrified all that was going though your mind was `am I gunna die?` `whos grabbing me?` `WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?` questions flooded your mind to the point you were dizzy.

You screamed out loudly but a hand quickly clamped down on your head and an object was smacked across the back of your head.

The little light you could see slowly darkened as you lost consciousness and went limp in the arms that were holding you tightly. The last thing you could feel was being dragged across the rough ground and being shoved into what you would assume was a vehicle.

When you next woke up your head was spinning the pain blossemed from the back of your head where you were hit to the sides and front it felt like it shot though your head like a bullet. You could barely even lift you body let alone head. You tried to lift your hands to your head, the pain blossoming and increasing as your worries got worse. You wanted to ease the pain but you found that your arms and legs were bound to the chair you were sitting on. The bag was still placed on your head stopping you from looking around at where you were but you could tell it was cold because your entire body was shaking and shivering. The room was freezing the room was so cold it was as if the cold was seeping into your bones. `who the fuck likes rooms this cold` you thought.

You tried struggling against the restraints, you couldn’t free yourself but you had managed to get the bag off your head by tilting your head down and shaking your head intensely ,making the bag fall to the ground softly, your eyes widened in shock as you saw the room you were in.

It was a spacious room but it was cold and empty other then a few hooks on the wall that look as though they are to suspend a person, you eyes continue to travel around the room it was dirty and there was old splatters of blood on the floor your face turned to disgust and fear as you saw a tray next to you filled with knifes and guns and multiple torture weapens your mind raced with questions ‘where am I? Who’s house is this? What did I do? Am I going to die.’ Your thoughts were running a million miles per houryour mind was swimming with bad thoughts and confusion.

Suddenly the door swings open to reveal a fairly tall woman with long beautiful auburn hair her hair was like silk. She was beautiful. You were stunned by her beauty.

The woman looked familiar. She looked like- oh shit she was Wanda Maximoff she and her wife run one of the most feared mafias you had heared all the rumours and stories of them even seen faint photos of the women. Your jaw goes slack your mouth open in shock ‘what could you have done to piss off a mafia boss’ you thought as she started walking over.

Wanda looked at you when she had first walked in the room she realised you were the wrong girl she had been wanting the girl who had hacked into their system she was frustrated that you weren’t the girl she had been hoping to tournament but she saw something in you she continued walking towards you her eyes shimmering with something unknown to you.

Wanda slowly assess you looking you up and down “hm your cute what’s your name sweetie”

Wanda thinks for a moment looking into your eyes she wasn’t going to let you go but she was deciding what she was going to do with you.

Wanda lifted your chin making you look at her. You stared up at her nervously opening and closing your mouths a few times before speaking “I-I im y/n a-are you gonna….let me go” you ask fearful of what she might reply with.

Wanda pulls away slowly “no. Sweet girl I’m not”

You look at her confused as to why she said it so confidently “but I didn’t do anything wrong why am I here” you say angrily your voice lased with confusion and frustration you were getting annoyed and because of that most rational thouhts left your brain.

Wanda’s eyes narrow at you “don’t speak to me like that” her accent drips through slightly she softens her gaze taking a deep breath “you are here because my men made a mistake and got the wrong girl but you my sweet….” She leans in and grabs your chin again “you are adorable and I want you I want to own you”

You start struggling in the chair you are restrained in “let me out you phyco” you spit at her.

Anger flares in Wanda’s eyes “stop.” She says firmly her tone making you stop. “Now don’t be a brat I can still blow your brains out” she picks the gun up and taps it on your temple threateningly.you were starting to realize you were dumb for trying to argue with her

When you look at her totally shocked she smirks and starts speaking “now you wouldn’t want that would you” the barrel of the gun gets trailed down the side of your face making a tickling sensation wanda brings the tip of the gun to your lips.

She smirks at you with a predatory gaze “open.” She demands taping the gun against your lips impatiently, she was not one to say something twice.

You open your mouth reluctantly and slowly your lips parting far to slowly for the slovakian so she shoves the barrel of the gun into you mouth quickly making you gag around it and start trying to pull away in panic. you were shocked by the suddendness and panic fills your eyes you looked up at wanda pleadingly.

Wanda looks you in the eyes her eyes blow out leaving barely any colour to be seen “god Natasha is going to love you, your just adorable aren’t you” she pushes the gun further into your throat making you gag louder.her smirk got biggershe brushes her thumb across your cheek gently.

She pulls the gun away slowly and looks down at the now covered in saliva gun “awe did baby make a mess oh no” she wipes the end of the gun on your cheek before placing it on the tray beside you “now sweet thing I have to go deal with the idiot who brought you here so I need you to drink this water for me need to make sure your hydrated before I leave” she says a untrustworthy smile plastered on her face.you could barely tell she was lying but her smirk made you not want to believe her.

She opens the bottle of water and puts the drink near your lips “drink or I can knock you out with my bare hands” she says seriously making you realize it definately wasnt water. You take a large gulp of the water not wanting to be knocked out with force the water flows down your throat it tasted horrible making your face screw up in disgust.

Your eyes shimmer with tears “what’s in that”. Wanda let’s out a small laugh seeing your disgusted face she was definately how the stories made her sound.

“That water, my darling has zolpidem in it, it will help you sleep while I figure out who you are and get Natasha informed” she says as she smiles at you with fake sympathy as if she didn’t just drug you Wanda was already planning of ways she is going to corrupt your innocence and make you her compliant little doll.

You slowly feel your head begin to get dizzy and it drops to the side tilting onto your shoulder “you're not going to hurt me right?” You say in a muffled voice worried that you wouldn’t wake up again.

Wanda let’s a laugh ripple through her as she watched you begin to get dizzy “um not yet, I won’t as long as you behave” she gently strokes your hair as you body goes limp in the chair she was smiling down at you maybe she did have a sweet side `unlikely` you thought.

Your vision starts to blur and everything begins to go black but Wanda’s hand on your hair stroking your hair is slightly grounding and helping you panic less.

You slowly start to wake up you don’t know know long it had been but your head was hurting 10 times more now and your vision was blurry to the point you couldn’t make out anything in the room.

Once you started to come to your senses you noticed you were no longer in the cold room at on that hard uncomfortable chair but instead you were in a warm cosy bed you managed to lift your head of the mountain of pillows and mutter to yourself “wow these lot are rich holy crap” you looked around the luxurious room it was massive it was probably bigger then your entire apartment.

You attention focus on a letter on the bedside table you look closely at it and pick it up the letter says:

“I’ll be back soon stay where you are sweet girl”

You looked around the massive room it was hard to focus your eyes but you could tell they were rich the room had a massive kings size bed, placed in the middle of the room up against a wall the bed was a dark grey colour it was a pretty bed and looked extremly expensive there are two night stands on the side of the bed they were a black colour that complimented the grey well the walls were a dark shade of grey as well, on the left side of of the room there was a vanity placed next To a door labeled unsuite

"rich bitches" you mumbled. you turned your head to the other side of the room as you switched sides you noticed a big tv facing the bed, drifting your eyes to the right there was two more doors one labeled closet and the other had no label but a small pad lock "why’s it on the inside" you thought it was the way out but whne you looked back to the tv there was a door next to it with a hand print scanner to get out and in it looked as though it was also on the other side of the door you decided that was the main door to the bed room but what was the other mysterios door you wondered

suddenly you head food steps walk towars the room the door next to the tv was definately the main door to enter and leave then you realized "shit someones coming" you plopped your head down and pretended to be asleep.

The door beeps as the hand is placed on the other side of the door suddenly you hear two voices one you remembered as Wanda’s.

“She’s so cute nat I just wanna ruin her” you hear wanda say in a excited voice

“Well show me then” what you assumed was Natasha’s voice was rough but also very smooth sounding she said it with a playful tone.

“Look at her her names is y/n y/l/n isn’t she cute” Wanda says playfully “she’s like a little doll oh and she’s pretending to be asleep”

Your eyes widen in shock. ‘Oh no’ you thought you yourself.

“Princess, show Natasha your pretty face and stop hiding….Now.” Wanda demands in a cold tone her playfulness leaving her voice

Slowly you sit up your mind was filled with fear you didn’t want to get up but you was scared what would happen if you didn’t you looked up at them both fear filling your eyes.

“Why hello.” Natasha says in a cruel tone filled with fake sympathy.

You shake a little out of fear “ar-are y-you n-na-nat-Natasha?” You ask your voice is shakey and quiet.

Natasha smirks “I am sweet thing Wanda has told me all about you” she says with a fake sweet voice it’s sounds wrong in her mouth the voice makes your cringe but it also adds to your fear she was not a nice person you though.

“Bu-bu-but s-sh-she doesn’t know me” you say in confusion what would she have to tell Natasha other then your name.

Wanda speaks up her voice as smooth as velvet it radiated confidence “I know everything about you my sweet. Everything” this made you more scared then you were which you didn’t think was even possible

“H-how?” you say quietly your mind was hurting with how much you were thinking.

“She has her ways of finding things out” Natasha says she sounded bored of the topic like she didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Now let’s get onto rules”.

A few hours later they had told you the many rules they have for you (*let me know if you want me to write what the rules would be*) it was a long list and you were going to stuggle to remember they had shown you around there home it was barely a home it was massive and seemed cold other than a few rooms Wanda’s office was the best room it was homey with books and painting on the walls but there was a modern theme to it making it seem dark they said you weren’t allowed in the basement which confused you.

The two decided to give you mostly free roam around the house other then certain areas and on certain days they informed you the building was heavily guarded and there was lots of gates and locks so you wouldn’t get out even if you tired plus they would find you no matter where you was, this all made you fear the women a lot more then you should.

After the tour you were sat in the bedroom you was originally in you was informed it was in-fact your personal room and you could change it up a little if you behaved will you?… you still didn’t know what the strange door was for it made you curious and anxious to know. The two locked you in the room for the night saying they would see you in the morning.

You were sat at the massive vanity playing with the various items in the draws when you looked up and noticed a camera in each corner of the room “great” you mumbled to yourself huffing you felt useless you couldn’t do anything you were stuck forever unless you manage to escape….

You started trying to come up with plans to get out and how you would get away from these phycos and there cruelty.

After a bit you started getting tired so you walked over to the wardrobe hoping there was some clothes there and surprisingly there was a few a note was attached.

“We will go shopping soon but for now these will do unless you want to walk around bare ;)” the note was unsettling you put the clothes on they were comfortable but were a bit big on you never the less you climbed into bed and tried sleeping.

After a few hours of crying and struggling to sleep out of fear and anxieties you slowly drifted off and fell asleep.

the next morning you woke up feeling like crap your head was in so much pain ou was on the verge of tears, your eyes were puffy from crying all night, your mind was swimming in worries and anxities you felt like pure crap.

as you were sitting up you heared the beep fron the door lock and wanda walked in swaying her hips she was full of confidence and it made you feel slightly attarcated to her no no no you cant think that. wanda gave you a evil smile "good morning baby looks like youve been crying" she says cruely it was more of a statement than a question. you stayed quiet not knowning how to respond she was very confusing did she want you to speak or not? you thought.

Wanda smirked whne you didnt reply "right little lady, up you get. go shower and brush your teeth, there will be some clothes waiting on your bed for when your done oh and if you come out looking like youve been crying i wont be happy" she threats.

you nod and stand up on shakey legs as you start walking pass wanda she suddenly grabs you and pulls you up flush against her

you blushed hard then wanda connected her lips to yours she kissed you with alot of force but it sent sparks shoting though you when her lips connected to yours as she pulls away you were as red as a tomato she smirked seeing you flustered and out of breath

she pushes you towards the unsuite "go shower natasha is waiting downstairs” she says playfully.

You walk into the bathroom.

Authors note:sorry this is short Ive only just started writing on my laptop hope you like it there is a few mistakes I’m sorry let me know any tips in the ask box if you have any please <3 lmk if you want a part 2 :)

[ladymochimochi]

✦♡✦ Birthday Wish ✦♡✦

Sugar Daddy!Crocodile x Fem!Reader [AO3 Link] Description: It's your birthday and there's only one thing you wanted from Crocodile. But was he willing to give it to you? Tags: Toxic situationship/Power imbalance, Sugar daddy/Sugar baby relationship, Daddy kink (Use of Sir, Daddy, Good Girl & Princess), Alabasta Era Crocodile, Riding, Smoking, Birthday Sex, Rough Sex, Fingering, Light Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, The hook stays on during sex, Crocodile is not nice (and then he kinda is, and then he's back to being mean), 18+ MDNI Words: 3k A/N: It's my birthday today as well as Crocodile's!! I've been working on this on and off during the summer so since it was birthday themed I figured I'd finish & post it for today :3

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You groaned out his name as his thick shaft slowly entered you again and again. Moving your hips up and down, you chased your pleasure. Crocodile makes a grunt here and there but it was mainly your moans that filled the space of his office.  

His arm with his hook tightened around your midsection and you knew he was close - that move being his usual tell. You kept moving up and down, your moans getting louder, partly out of pleasure, partly because he liked that. Within a few moments, you felt his dick kick inside of you and his seed filled you up, a breathy sigh escaping from his lips above you.  

Your motions came to a slow stop, and you leaned forward on his broad chest to try to catch your breath. He stopped doing his paperwork and sat back in his chair, pulling away from you. Looking up at him, you watched as he took his signature cigar out of his mouth and blow the smoke upwards.  

It made your pussy clench around him and he smirked down at you, knowing him smoking turned you on. After snubbing out his cigar on an ash tray on his desk, his flesh hand came to lightly grip your throat. His thumb idly rubbed along your jawline as he kept eye contact with you. 

“What can I buy for you this time?” He rumbled and your body shivered at his deep, alluring voice. He was still slightly hard inside you and you rotated your hips a small bit, telling him about some designer bag you’ve had your eye on.  

“I’ll send someone out to buy it this afternoon.” He told you, letting you go and you grinned.  

As you went to get off of him and clean yourself up, his hand moved to your hip, keeping you seated on his lap. You looked back up at him, a questioning look on your face.  

Usually by this point, you would be leaving and he would continue on with his work until he called on you again. 

“Your birthday is coming up.” He said to you, his face it’s typical stoic expression.  

You were surprised he even knew this.  

The two of you weren’t really in a relationship, not by practical standards. You rode on his dick or sucked him off and he bought you something nice, simple as that.  

Now, you’d be lying if you tried to say you didn’t want to be in a legitimate relationship with the man. Or maybe even just be touched by him for once.  

But you wouldn’t bring it up, not without him prompting you. 

He was the one leading this and you knew better than to challenge him. You had seen what he did to people who pissed him off.  

“Yes, it is, sir.” You replied, trying to get a read of where he was going with this. You could feel his dick getting fully hard again and you bit your lip. It was never really spoken about, but just like he knew you liked his smoking and his dominance over you, you knew he got off on spending insane amounts of money on you. 

“What do you want for it? I’m assuming something extravagant?” He questioned you, a husky tone to his voice, but it made you stall for a moment. Your teeth dug even deeper into your bottom lip because you knew exactly what you wanted from him.  

But did you dare speak it?  

His sharp gaze was piercing, and you knew he was waiting – and you should never keep this man waiting. Gathering up some quick courage and throwing caution to the wind, you decided fuck it and to go for it.  

Maybe you couldn’t ask for a real relationship but you could ask for something else... 

“I would like...” You began but trailed off, trying to find the words, avoiding his gaze. Silence rang between the two of you and his hand dug into your hip, letting you know he was still waiting.  

“I want us to fuck for real.” You finally said, staring up at him.  

It wasn’t asking to be in a real relationship but maybe if he agreed to this, it could be one night where you could pretend. 

One of his eyebrows arched in question and you felt yourself losing confidence.  

“W-Well, our usual arrangement is me riding you while we sit at your desk and with all our clothes on. I’d like to get fucked for real by you, no clothes...” You trailed off again, looking away from him. “Maybe even some kissing?” You near whispered, feeling your heart beating a mile a minute inside your chest. 

You couldn’t look at him while he processed your request. The silence made your stomach clench. 

It only clenched further when all Crocodile did was let out a loud laugh.  

You felt your face burn deeply and tears pricked at your eyes. He was still laughing when you removed yourself from his lap, fixing your clothes and looking towards the exit to his office. It was foolish for ever even thinking you could make a request like that to him. Of course this would be his reaction. 

You moved to leave but he grabbed your forearm in a tight grip. As you turned back towards him, it took everything you had to not cry in front of him. 

But his face was serious again and it frightened you for a second. 

“Try again. You have until the night of your birthday.” 

You could only nod and once Crocodile released you from his grip, you quickly left his office, head hung in shame. 

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“So?” He asked you. 

The two of you now sat at a very fancy restaurant on the night of your birthday. You were genuinely surprised to be taken out like this. 

 Sure, the two of you had gone to dinner before, but it was always with other people, and you were just there as arm candy. Told to just sit there, drink and look pretty while he took care of business. 

But tonight, it was just the two of you, having an intimate meal together. It was actually quite nice doing this with him and that fact made your heart hurt. Did he know that and was doing this on purpose? You didn’t put it past him to be cruel like that. 

Now Crocodile was waiting for your answer about what you wanted for your birthday. You didn’t dare to mention your request again, so you just said you’d like some fancy fur coat. It was a safe request and you hoped he wouldn’t bring up the other day. 

“Hm.”  

It was all he said while he took a sip of his wine, not looking at you. A small sweat broke out on the back of your neck, nervousness rising within you. The fear of being thrown away by him was starting to make you breathe shallowly.  

He doesn’t order you to leave or be taken away though, but he doesn’t look at you for the rest of the meal either. Once the two of you were done, Crocodile rose to his feet and finally looked down at you.  

“We’re going to my office.” He said brusquely. Your eyes were wide as you stared up at him, not expecting this. You nodded your head and stood up to follow him. 

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, trailing behind him as you left the restaurant. 

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Back in his office, you looked over to his large, grand desk and the chair where he usually sat. You began to move over there, figuring that that’s where you would be spending the rest of this evening. His deep voice stopped you. 

“Over here.” 

Turning towards him, you saw him standing in front of the only other door in his office besides the exit. You had never been in that room, and you had no idea what was in there. He led you inside and you just stared, mouth slightly open. 

It was a bedroom.  

A bedroom with a massive bed, and other amenities. There was another door in here and you figured it was probably to a bathroom. You looked up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.  

“I use this room for when I’m too busy to leave the casino.” Crocodile told you nonchalantly. With his hand on your back, he brought you further into the room until you were standing in front of the bed. 

“Now, turn around and get undressed.” Crocodile ordered you. You looked at him bewildered.  

“S-Sir?” You questioned him, not being able to process what was happening. 

“Don’t make me say it again.” His tone went cold like steel and it made you realize he was serious. Quickly obeying him, you turned away from him to remove your dress and heels. You never wore underwear around Crocodile, knowing he liked the easy access. 

Biting your lip, you waited for his next command now fully nude. Your heart was hammering against your chest. Was he really going to listen to your request? Given his reaction, it seemed something like this was completely off the table for the two of you. What had changed his mind? 

The shuffle of clothes could be heard behind you and heat pooled in your lower stomach. The idea of seeing his naked body made you excited but shy at the same time. Now that it was actually time for this, you were trying not to chicken out. This was what you wanted and you weren’t going to let your nerves take it away from you. 

“Get on the bed.” His gruff words snapped you out of your stupor and with a quick deep breath, you obeyed him. You climbed on top of his bed and turned so that you were sitting near the middle of it and now facing Crocodile. 

That breath you had taken in was gone instantly when you laid eyes on him.  

He was devastating. 

You could not believe the handsome form standing in front of you. His body was beyond exquisite with his muscular arms and legs, toned torso and heavy, thick cock.  

You also noticed he had decided to keep his golden hook on, not that you minded.  

Crocodile slowly padded over to you, looking down at you like a predator to its prey. You swallowed and licked your lips, the heat in your stomach only getting hotter. 

Crocodile knelt onto the bed in front of you, his flesh hand reaching out to stroke your leg. The gentle touch made your heart flutter and your gaze went from watching his hand up to his face.  

There was an odd glint in his eye though and next thing you knew, he yanked your leg towards him, making you fall onto your back, body pulled closer to him. He fell forward so his body was caged around yours, his hook next to your head.  

It had startled you for a moment but your excitement only grew. You didn’t know what to expect from him but it was part of the thrill, like always. 

“Before we start, you must be wondering why I changed my mind.” He said to you, his flesh hand caressing your waist. All you could do was nod your head in response. 

“After thinking on it, I decided I did in fact want to fuck my good girl like this. Give you the gift you asked for and rightfully deserve.” 

His words made you smile and as you were about to thank him, he spoke up again. 

“But we’re doing this my way.” 

Before you could process what he said, the barrel of his hook pressed down on your chest and his other hand moved to your pussy. His thick middle and ring fingers entered you and he started to finger you roughly.  

A harsh cry ripped from your lips as he relentlessly drove his fingers in and out of you. You could barely catch your breath with the loud near screaming moans spewing from you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!” You cried, death gripping onto one of his arms. Head thrashing from the pleasure, you felt like you were going to faint. It was too good, way too good. The heel of his palm pressed against your clit and you choked on another moan. 

You could feel yourself gushing around his fingers and down your thighs. Finally feeling his touch was exhilarating and you could feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. The whole time the two of you were in this arrangement, he had never touched you like this. It had always been about his pleasure. 

But now you were finally getting the touch you had begged for internally for months. 

Your pussy squeezed around his fingers and your head whipped back onto the bed as your orgasm crashed through you. A loud moan came from you and your throat was already feeling hoarse just from this. You figured by the end of this, you’d have no voice tomorrow. 

As you tried to collect yourself, Crocodile was already hitching your leg around his waist. A small whine escaped your lips as he pressed his cock against your entrance, wasting no time. You lazily lifted your other leg so both were now wrapped around him.  

He thrusted his cock into you in one go and you saw stars for a second. The stretch was something you were used to by now and it sent a ripple of pleasure through you. You loved being so full of his cock. 

Crocodile relieved the pressure of his hook from your chest, but his hand came to wrap around your throat. Without warning, yet again, he started to thrust into you quickly, leaving you breathless.  

The unrelenting pace, the light pressure on your windpipe, his hulking form above you – it was everything you wanted. His groans made you clench around him, loving being able to hear him.  

“Yes, daddy, yes!” You wailed, knowing that he liked it when you called him that. It was something you had called him before and you could’ve sworn he got harder every time you did. 

“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock, princess?” Crocodile grunted. “Like how daddy fucks you like this?” 

Another cry came from you, your pussy death gripping him. Having him talk like this was so fucking hot, you couldn’t believe it. 

“Oh, yes, daddy~! I love how it stretches me so good~” Replying like this should be making you burn with embarrassment but in this moment you couldn’t care less.  

His cock kept drilling into you and your eyes squeezed shut, moans and profanities coming from your lips endlessly.  

“Gonna cum, princess? Gonna cum all over daddy’s big cock?” Crocodile taunted you and it was enough to send you over, a second orgasm coursing through you.  

At this point, your body felt like jelly. 

But Crocodile still hadn’t had his fill of you and your pussy. 

Without pulling out, he moved backwards to sit on his ass and brought you up to sit in his lap, arm with his hook wrapped around your waist. His thrusts drove deeper and harder into you at this angle leaving you an even further moaning mess in his arms. Your head started to loll back but Crocodile quickly grabbed the base of your skull. 

“Look at me.” He growled out, gripping your hair tightly. Eyes half-lidded, you did your best to make eye contact with him. The way his cock was bullying your pussy was just too damn good, you couldn’t stay focused to save your life.  

You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyebrows scrunched as you lazily gazed at him. 

Hand still on the back of your head, he pulled you closer and his lips pressed against yours. Your eyes flew wide open. 

He kissed you. 

He actually kissed you. 

Out of everything he did tonight, that was the one thing you thought he wouldn’t do, even though it had been a part of your request. It just wasn’t like him. 

You kissed him back desperately and soon his tongue was invading your mouth. Eyes rolling back, you let him lead and relished in making out with him.  

His cock continued to drive up into you over and over. This was absolute bliss. Your mouth stuffed with his tongue and your pussy stuffed with his thick cock. There was nothing else on your mind at this point except him, it was like you were in a haze. 

Crocodile broke the kiss but kept your faces close. He was starting to look disheveled – skin glistening with sweat and strands of hair falling in his face. It was a sight you had never seen and it only turned you on more, knowing it was because of you. 

“I know you got one more orgasm for me, princess.” He groaned, his arm around you getting tighter. “Give daddy one more and he’ll fill you up so good with his cum.” 

The thought of this ending made you sad for second but you couldn’t deny this man anything right now. Your whole world right now was him, him, him. 

You moved your hips to meet his thrusts and chased your third orgasm until it ripped through you. Your high-pitched moan was swallowed by Crocodile crashing his lips against yours once more. His own groans were muffled by the kiss as you felt his hot cum spill into your pussy. 

After a moment, the two of you broke away from each other, neither of you able to catch your breaths yet. Only ragged breathing could be heard as you just stared at each other, pupils blown wide.  

Part of you wanted to pinch yourself that this hadn’t all been a dream but the feeling of his cum leaking down your thigh was enough for now. 

You didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking but deep inside you could only hope that he enjoyed this enough so that he would fuck you again like this. 

Though, with the way he was looking at you – a look he had never given you before, like he was really seeing you for the first time – you knew it would not be the last time. 

[realisticfanfictions]

Being Sanji's Girlfriend & Baratie's Head Waitress.

Sanji x Waitress!Reader

Working at Baratie wasn't without its challenges, and the fights that sprung up because of them weren't rare either. You and your boyfriend never sweated the small stuff, after all working in a high stress environment made you, well, stressed. But maybe some things can't be resolved that easily.

Tags: Sanji x Reader, Waitress!Reader, constant bickering, mostly fluff with some angst, (heavy) swearing.

A/N: I love the Waitress!Reader so much for OPLA, so I've decided to do another one! I had to split this up into multiple parts, cause this ended up being a bit long. (Link to part two.)

Word Count is 4,829. Hope you enjoy!

"Where the fuck are my entrees?!" Your voice echoed in the enclosed space, cutting through the melodic and rhythmic sounds of frying, chopping and other things that went on in a kitchen. You brushed past another waitress who wisely got out of your way, your heels clicking against the tiles as you marched up to the pass and slammed your copy of the meal ticket down. "Chef!" You called out, pushing back a strand of your hair as you scanned the chefs who were cooking at a ferocious pace. You locked eyes with an unfortunate new chef, but despite him immediately looking at his feet and trying to walk by, you reached through the window and pulled him by the collar. "Who the hell is on entrees?" He stumbled over his words and you groaned in frustration at his pathetic attempt at the English language.

"That's me." You pushed him back and looked past the cowering chef at the man who had just spoken up, your boyfriend and the love of your life, Sanji. His normally pressed and tidy chef attire was in disarray with his shirt untucked and his sleeves stained with various sauces. He sounded hoarse and was covered in a thin layer of sweat as he cooked some type of meat, flipping it over in the pan to cook it evenly. Intense concentration was etched into his face and the way he scrunched his nose was adorable, but right now you couldn't think of anything else but punching it.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a nearby busboy ran in front of you and you snarled at him. "Watch it, asshole!" You refocused your attention back on the blonde in front of you. "I have thirty-eight tables out there with at least four head a table, and only two waitresses working the floor-!"

He shook his head and his pan aggressively hit the stove top each time he moved it. "You know, it sounds so hard to look pretty and run around in heels all night, but I actually have a real job-"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really. And I'd appreciate it if I didn't have you bitching in my ear all night!" He threw some butter in the pan and began to bast the meat.

"Then maybe, if you were actually good at your 'real job'," You said with quotation marks. "Then you'd tell me why the shit it takes thirty-five goddamn minutes for a premade french onion soup!"

He whipped around with a laddle in his hand and he marched over to the pass. You both bent down to see each other through the window. "Hey, if I had any fucking help around here I would have gotten that to you twenty minutes ago, but I'm stuck here-"

"And here we go!" You exclaimed as you threw up your hands dramatically and walked through the swinging doors. You avoided Pattie walking out with a tray of fresh bread and popped on an apron attached to a nearby hook.

"-with my thumb up my arse because apparently no one knows how to plate a damn steak in this kitchen!" He moved around you as you took his place, grabbing the offending meat and placing it atop of the mashed potatoes.

Annoyed, you grabbed the garnish. "Well, where the hell's the plating station?"

Sanji came back and unceremoniously dropped a large stock pot next to you. He bent down to look you in the eye and threw his hands up in the air. "He quit."

Your eyes widened and followed him as he walked to the other side of you and started plating beside you. "He what?"

"He fucking quit! Just like every other bitch who couldn't handle Tuesdays at the Baratie." His brows furrowed and he let out a small shout of frustration. "Whoever the fuck did the halibut, refry it!" He yelled as he set it off to the side. "Just 'cause we're busy doesn't mean you can push out a shit and pass it off as fine dining!"

You plated another order and put it under the heat lamp at the pass, then rang the bell, but no one came. "And we're short-staffed on waitresses too!" You exclaimed and spotted the busboy from before, "Oi! You! Get off your ass and start serving!" You threw your ticket-book and pen at him, which he barely caught from where he was sitting.

"B-But I'm washing dishes-!"

You dramatically gestured around. "We aren't even sending anything out, so unless you've been storing them up your rectum, what fucking dishes are you washing?!" You grabbed the french onion soup in the stock pot that Sanji had given you and quickly poured it into three bowls laced with garnish on top. "Take these to 12, and the steak to 24. Tell 12 that they'll get a free dessert in about twenty minutes. Well? Get a move on! You aren't getting paid to sit there and look pretty, 'cause you sure as hell ain't fucking pretty!" He scrambled to pick them up and he quickly ran out of the kitchen.

"That turned me on more than I'd like to admit." Sanji appeared beside you with another plate and rang the service bell. "If we weren't busy I'd kiss you, darling." He exclaimed as he grabbed a handful of garnish and placed it atop of the plate.

"Oi, fuckface." When he looked over, you quickly pressed a kiss to his lips and grabbed the metal tray of halibut. "Now, let's get these pretentious pricks fed!"

You both worked side by side, barking orders at each other and bickering over every little thing you could - even Zeff yelled at you both to shut up. But it worked. Within minutes, you both had worked through the back orders and finally got to a point where you weren't struggling to complete orders from guests who'd been waiting for hours. When the last table left, you and Sanji just about collapsed. Leaning against the cool wall tile with you by his side, he sighed. "That was definitely one of our busiest days," He said with pure relief that it was finally over.

You couldn't remain standing and slid down the wall, your high heels clicking as you sat down. "Yeah, who knew so many people would wanna celebrate Father's Day?" You replied sarcastically, but a playful smile told your boyfriend that you weren't being mean. He softly chuckled and followed suit, sliding down the wall until he reached the floor with a groan.

He pulled out his cigarettes. "I've earned one of these." He says as he puts it between his lips and waits for you to light it. You roll your eyes and oblige, taking out your lighter and lighting the end of it for him. He took a slow drag, closed his eyes, savoured it, and then exhaled out the smoke.

"You almost make lung cancer look sexy." You remarked with a grin, and he returned it with his own charming, beautiful smile.

His eyes slowly flicked up and down. "And you always make yelling and shouting look so sexy." He licked his lips and leaned in, giving you a kiss that lingered. Your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the small respite from the craziness you had both just experienced. Even when the kiss eventually ended, neither one of you moved away. "Are you working tonight?" He asked under his breath.

You sighed and pecked his lips. "In two hours."

"Till?"

"Four."

"Shit."

"I know." You pressed your lips against his once more and moved some hair out of his face. "But, I'm not working tomorrow so we can sleep in."

He sighed. "I start at nine tomorrow."

"Till?"

"Six."

"Shit."

"I know." You both quietly laughed and pressed your noses together, then rubbed them together while stealing kisses and giggling like you used to when you were kids.

You'd been at the Baratie ever since you were fifteen, and you'd been dating Sanji since you were sixteen. It wasn't really something you both had officially decided on, nor did either one of you do this big, elaborate confession that made both of you ugly-cry. It happened slowly over time. Many customers and fellow staff would constantly tease you both with things like, "Where's your girlfriend, Sanji?" and, "Aw! You both are so cute together!" At first you both denied it, but eventually you just... stopped correcting people. You were each other's first kiss, first love... first love, and despite how it looks from the outside, you couldn't be happier.

"Oi, Sanji." You called out as you leaned closer to the mirror to focus on your eyeshadow. "Be careful, there's been a lot of pirate activity lately. They might stop by, so Zeff has officially-unofficially instated a no-tolerance policy for- Sanji!" You laughed when your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and you struggled to do your makeup while Sanji hung off of you and pressed kisses along your cheek. "You toad! You're going to ruin my smokey eye."

He playfully moaned. "But you're so sexy," He whined and pulled back enough to give you puppy eyes. "And you shouldn't work tonight if there's pirates anyway."

"I still have to work." You replied, giving up on doing your makeup and stealing a quick kiss from him. "I'm the head of front-of-house, I can't just ring up Zeff and say, 'hey, your son wants to sleep with me so I can't come in today!'"

"No, you can't." At the sound of his voice, you looked up to see that your boss had entered you and Sanji's shared room. He would have seen the neatly pressed and ironed button-downs wrapped around hangers, and two mismatching pairs of high heels strewn about the floor. His eyes met yours. "We have a full house of rich, but important pricks tonight, and I need all hands on deck. If someone calls in sick, drag them out of bed if you have to."

Your boyfriend pouted playfully. "But she never gets any time off, can't we just-"

"(Y/N) is our head of house, she's too important to lose tonight." Zeff straightened up and crossed his arms over. "Little Eggplant, you can't distract (Y/N) from doing her job. Unlike you, she has to work to stay here." The old man looked over at you and you nodded, you knew that you were a staff member first and foremost - being the girlfriend of his adopted son was second to that.

Sanji's smile tightened, and he stood up. "I know." His blue eyes flashed with something that you meant he wanted to say something but didn't. His smile returned when he looked at you. "I'll see you in the morning."

As he brushed past Zeff and walked out of the room, you furrowed your eyebrows at your boss and father figure. "Now that's one way to get him pissed off at you." The words came out a little more aggressive than you meant to, but you didn't bother correcting yourself.

He sighed and turned to leave. "Leave it alone, (Y/N)."

"And one way to get me pissed off at you too." You dropped your eyeshadow onto the table and followed after him. His wide frame took up quite a bit of space in the hallway, but you squeezed past him to block his path.

Zeff groaned when he saw you and squeezed the bridge of his nose, then released it to gesture while he spoke. "(Y/N), I apologise if you felt offended. You're a part of our family, and--"

"I don't care about that." You scoffed in disbelief and gawked at his lack of social awareness. "You must be really thick in the skull if you think I'm upset about that."

His face scrunched up. "Then what are you upset about? Hm? What are you upset about now?" He gestured behind you. "I have dinner service to prep for," He started to list off on his fingers. "I have a team of flaky waitresses-your team of flaky waitresses to deal with, and I need to make sure that we have enough lamb being delivered for our special tonight. So what could it possibly be that is so important you're holding me up for?"

You counted to five in your head before opening your mouth to speak. "I love him. And I don't give a rat's ass that you sign my paycheck, or give me a roof over my head. You don't make Sanji, my boyfriend and your son, feel shitty just because you think it'll toughen him up. And you certainly don't use me to do that." You keep your gaze locked onto his. "You ever do that again? I walk." You stepped backward and straightened up. "I'll get the team ready for service."

You never regretted what you said. Was your tone harsher than it should've been? Yes, but you needed to get your point across to him. There wasn't any time to think about it though, because it was Friday night and thirty minutes before opening - you didn't have the time to regret what you said.

"Ladies!" You called out, then smiled. "And Sapi." Said fishman smiled at your acknowledgement as your team of staff gathered around to form a semi-circle in front of you. You held up your checklist. "We have fifteen V.I.P tables tonight. I expect everyone to be on their best behaviour. That means no frowning, no blowing your nose on the customer's napkins, and no- oh my God, Macy. If you don't shut the fuck up." The red-lipped, pigtail-wearing waitress jolted back from where she was gossiping with another waitress. You raise your brows at her as if to ask if she was done and rolled your eyes. "And no unprofessionalism." You finished with a glare.

Spai cleared his throat. "How many free tables do we have tonight?"

You looked back at the clipboard and flipped over the page, counting quietly to yourself. "There's two at seven and one at eight. The two at seven are one and eight, and the one at eight is seven. One can be for eight, but don't offer seven to under six because seven and six are over eight. Got it?"

The room was quiet for a moment, and Sapi slowly blinked. "May I have a copy of that, please?"

"I'll bring one to your station," You looked around. "Any questions?" Silence. "Good. Now, put on your fakest smile and happy ga-ga voice - we've got a line of ships waiting to be fed!"

"Let's do this, team!" Macy's voice screeched out and she was met with silence.

You exhaled gruffly and squeezed the bridge of your nose. "Macy, I swear to- let's do this, team!" This time, it was met with a round of cheer as they dispersed to familiarise themselves with their tables for the night.

A pleased sigh escaped you, content with your small but mighty team that you had managed to drag out of bed to work the floor. A glance to the suspiciously blank specials menu made you curse under your breath. You were going to have to talk to Zeff to get tonight's specials. With a defeated sigh, you clipped your pen to your shirt and sucked in a deep breath, before making your way to the kitchen where it sounded like food preparations were already underway.

"...and get those lamb in the cold room!" Zeff's voice was apparent the second you walked through those doors. The kitchen was a mess of people marching backwards and forwards like ants while Zeff, their queen, barked orders as they passed by. You thought about just turning around and pretending that the fight had never happened in the first place, but the old man spotted you and waved you over with a finger. "What can I get you, Sprout?" You breathed out a sigh of relief, hearing his nickname for you was like a wave of fresh air.

You straightened up and grabbed your pen. "Hey geezer, what's the specials tonight?"

He waited for you to finish writing "Specials" across the top of your sheet of paper. "We have Lobster Thermidor paired with the 1500s Chardonnay, or a White Burgundy if they snub the Chardonnay. Then we have classic Red-Wine Braised Lamb Shanks that you can pair with any Grenache you find." He slid a piece of paper to you. "These are the prices. I only want you handling checks tonight."

Out of sheer habit, you slipped the piece of paper into your bra. "Why's that?"

"Because someone messed up the till last night, and I want someone I can trust running it."

That made your heart clench. You sighed. "Look, Zeff," You started and lowered your clipboard. "I'm sorry for stepping out of line earlier. I was angry. Sanji was trying to get some 'us' time because we haven't even been awake at the same time for the last couple months. And when we have it's been with me running the floor and him- you know what I mean. Look, I'd never walk out on you, Zeff."

His face, as always, was blank, but you can tell he was processing what you had just said. He was quiet, but then he nodded. "Get those specials on the board. We open in ten." You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded, then turned around. "Don't fuss, little brussel sprout."

A smile wormed its way onto your face and you looked over your shoulder at him. "Fussin' ain't worth fussing over. Isn't that what you say?" You barely dodged an incoming head of lettuce.

"Good evening, welcome to the Baratie. My name is (Y/N), can I get you started with some drinks tonight?" You were a natural at this. It didn't matter if you were having an "anti-person day", as Sanji called it, there was no denying that you had talent.

The man with soft, pink hair hummed and looked over the menu. His brass knuckles glistening under the dim lighting of the restaurant. "What are your specials for the night?"

A polite smile went a long way. "The chef has prepared for you a selection of the most wonderful meals made only from the finest and freshest ingredients in the Ease Blue. We have Lobster Thermidor paired with a Chardonnay that I find adds a bit of a fruity, uplifting compliment to the meal. And we have our high-in-demand Lamb Shanks braised in a nice red wine, and paired with only the best Grenache you can find for miles." You didn't bother telling him that it was the same Grenache you had found in the back of the freezer from four months ago.

"That sounds lovely, and what is the cost?"

You quietly hissed and looked over at the beautiful blonde who was sitting across from him, then leaned in to whisper. "I find it's best not to discuss such things on a date. You wouldn't want her to think she isn't worth it, right?"

Well, that certainly worked. He slowly looked between you and his date, who smiled sweetly and encircled the rim of her glass with her perfectly manicured french tips. He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair. "You're right. We'll take one of each, and I'll have to rely on you for what pairs best."

You took the menu he offered with a smile and a nod. "Very well sir, I hope you two enjoy yourselves. Our bar is open all night." And with a wink, you danced away to the kitchen to place 'his' order. It was easy with men like that. All you had to do was dangle their woman's respect in front of them and they'd eat shit just to keep her smiling. But despite the monotony of it at times, you met a lot of interesting people from different backgrounds. You gave a small wave at the man at table two, a regular who had just come back from his royal ballet tour appearance and was with his rich, aristocrat girlfriend, who he said wasn't feeling well.

An set of voices, loud and uncouth, came from above and you stopped to cast a glance upwards. They were... pirates? Well, Zeff did say that they'd been more active around this area as of late, so it wasn't that much of a surprise - especially since there was already a couple tables of them. Sapi looked a little overwhelmed, so you sighed and grabbed a nearby waitress. "Could you take an order to the kitchen for me? It's table three with the two specials, two too. The man at two in the tutu wants it blue, but not at two with Ms. Sue in the red shoes. She has a touch of the flu, so any red meat or roux will make her spew. Got it?"

She blinked. "I think so?"

You patted her on the shoulder and briskly floated up the stairs with as much grace as a head waitress could muster. Their conversation slowly grew louder and you were able to hear some of their conversation. "My apologies, but I don't accept money for-"

"Is there something I can help you with?" At your words, the group looked over and Sapi, who had been trying to refuse some berri the orange-haired woman was offering him, visibly relaxed.

"Nothing is the matter, this group was just leaving." He answered and looked at them to see if they got the hint. The woman sighed in defeat and pocketed her cash. You looked over at the two young men leant against the railing staring into the restaurant below, they were very excited and looked as if they hadn't eaten a proper meal for a few days.

With your mind set, you glanced over at the time, then straightened up and smiled. "You know what? It's seven, so I believe we might have a booth available if that's suitable for your needs?"

She smiled and breathed out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you, here-"

You held up a hand before she could reach into her pocket. "Save that for your meal." With a quick nod to Sapi, you stepped aside and gestured toward the staircase. "Follow me." The man with green hair and three swords rubbed you the wrong way almost the second you laid eyes on him, and you could tell he felt the same way. It was almost a sense of mutual familiarity. But you broke off eye contact to lead the rest of this strange, rambunctious crew further into the Baratie. "The Baratie was established by our current owner Zeff, and we recently celebrated our tenth anniversary."

The boy in the straw hat gawked at everything he saw and heard you say, and smiled brightly. "This place looks like it serves good food!"

That brought a smile to your face. "It does," You said as you guided them to their booth amidst other pirates and similar rough-looking guests. "And I don't just say that because my boyfriend's the sous chef."

"Are you sure about that?" The guy in a pirate costume asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief and laughing along with his young friend.

You smiled along and shook your head. "I'll let you guys get settled in and will return in about five minutes with a menu. Please enjoy the music." With a few friendly waves and a "see you in a bit!" from the straw hat boy, you turned and walked toward the back of the room to collect a few menus.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and your boyfriend appeared looking more than a bit annoyed. You didn't even think he was on the line tonight, but your attention was drawn to two men who had began to cause a bit of a ruckus. You weren't close enough to hear what was being said, but you tucked the menus under your armpit and darted toward the pair that were now being consoled by Sanji. "...we don't waste food, and there's no fighting at the Baratie." You slowed your walk toward them and continued at a crawl. The man you had served not that long ago was dealing with a rowdy pirate. You heard something that sounded like a threat and Sanji spoke up again, his voice cutting through the argument before it had the chance to escalate. "And I'd like to pour you each a glass of Ithürzburger Stein. On the house."

The pirate nodded. "Okay, I'll have that drink." His brows furrowed and his voice grew irrate. "After he apologies for his bad manners!"

"Over my dead body." That was certainly the wrong answer. With a growl, they both lunged for each other and you sped toward them, watching as Sanji, in a blur, flipped over the table and kicked each of them.

The pink haired man grunted and got back up on his feet, drawing his gun but then froze when he felt something cold dig into his back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You warned, shoving your own gun into his back and whispered in his ear. "Drop it." Like the coward he was, he did and you effortlessly slammed the butt of your weapon into his temple - knocking him out cold.

You motioned for a nearby waitress to deal with the unconscious men, then snapped your attention to Sanji who picked up his plate of scones and continued his walk. "No cause for alarm, folks. Please, enjoy your meals." He called out and you quickly pocketed your gun back into your thigh-holster, smoothing out your dress and turning to the waitress who had arrived at your side.

After gesturing for her to take them out the back door, you readjusted yourself and quickly walked up to Sanji's side who's forced smile made you tilt your head in confusion. He shook his head, he didn't want to talk about it just yet. You both made the few steps over to the table you had just seated and, despite his mood, he set down the plate with his usual grace. "Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?" While he spoke, you placed down some menus and tried to ignore the straw hat boy who was currently stuffing his face full of our complimentary scones.

The woman grabbed a menu from you with a smile, but the others had their eyes locked onto Sanji. "One of everything, please!" The straw hat boy called out without taking a look at the menu you had walked twenty feet in high heels to collect.

"Any drinks?" Your boyfriend offered as he shoved his hands into his pocket, unconsciously looking for his packet of smokes that you knew he couldn't light. You briefly wondered if you should offer him a smoke break to calm him down. "One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?"

"Giving us the hard sell, huh?" She asked as she slowly lowered her menu and you found it increasingly harder not to smack the blond.

And, as usual, his entire demeanour changed. "Apologies, madam. I didn't see you there. Would you care for an aperitif to start? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps you'd like a glass of Umeshu? You know, something sweet-" He winked. "-for someone sweet."

"Something wrong with your eye?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow.

You cleared your throat. "No, but there is something wrong with his head if he thinks he can flirt with another girl in front of his girlfriend."

That garnered a few giggles, snickers and mock gasps from the table. Sanji chuckled and turned to you. "I hope I'm not in the doghouse tonight?" He pulled you in and gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, but you waved him off.

"We'll see." You shot him a not-so-serious warning look and focused back on the table. "Sorry about that, did I hear you were after some drinks?"

The green-haired male looked you up and down, faint recognition in his eyes as he cleared his throat. "Can I get a beer and something for my friends?"

The pirate-costumed man spoke up. "Two beers. I usually have three, but-"

"And a milk!"

You scribbled down their orders, and Sanji's hand crept around your waist. "Three beers and a milk. And, uh, for madam?"

"Water."

"Still, sparking, mineral? With ice or without? Cubed or crushed?"

You stopped writing and slowly looked up to your boyfriend. "...Taken, Sanji." You reminded him and he stared back at you innocently.

Even the woman leaned back in confusion. "Regular water, in a regular glass. Thanks."

"Right away." He said with a wistful expression, and with the roll of your eyes, you dragged him away before he made a further fool of himself.

AN: Sorry about ending it there, but it was getting WAY too long and I figured it'd be easier to break it up into multiple pieces rather than having one solid chunk of 12k words. Or however long this fic ends up being. I'm actually kinda digging it, so I may continue to write it for a while! Also, I have no idea how old Sanji is meant to be in this universe? According to the internet (and the massive reddit fight I accidentally spawned) it's a tossup between 19 and 26 (OP Sanji's vs the actor's actual age.)

I also hope you appreciate the word-puns. I don't know why but I really enjoy writing them and love to include them in my writing-

[sapphire-writes]

Thin Ice (modern!HOTD)

pairing: Aegon x Reader & Cregan Stark x Reader

summary: After what occurred at the hockey formal, you need to avoid Aegon at any cost. Easier said than done

rating: Explicit (detailed warning below the cut)

series masterlist

previous chapter ~ Ch. 6: Consequences ~ next chapter

warnings: p*ssy eating, use of vibrator, oral s*x (female receiving), overstimulation, p*ssy slapping, fingering, multiple orgasms, crying

word count: 3.0k

Sara was right. You needed to end things with Aegon. 

But how?

You spent the remainder of the hockey banquet glued to Cregan’s side. Aegon was easy enough to avoid, as he was actively engaged in conversation with Lydia Tyrell. Which for some reason sent your stomach turning. How could he hook up with you so easily and then go talk to her like nothing happened?

Though you suppose you were doing the same with Cregan.

He even invited you to his apartment. 

“We could watch a movie,” Cregan suggested, his eyes hopeful, “I’ll promise not to hog the covers.”

You bit your lip at the enticing offer. But the dull ache between your thighs answered for you. 

“Maybe another time?” you told him gently.

You didn’t miss the flash of disappointment in his eyes. You reach out and touch his arm, the muscles of his biceps rippling beneath your touch.

“I promise, I’m just tired,” you told him. 

Cregan smiles at you. 

“Of course, we’ll do it another time,” he tells you, taking your hand in his.

He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before bidding you goodnight. 

As you returned to your apartment (without Sara who decided to stay over Jace’s) you slumped into bed, fully clothed.

“Shit.” you spoke aloud, “SHIT!”

The following day was spent tracking down Aemond Targaryen. You had run into Helaena in the dining hall, though find yourself almost unable to maintain eye contact with your friend. You felt so guilty, knowing that she had warned you. Knowing she would likely castrate her brother if she ever found out. You couldn’t do that to her. 

“How was the formal?” she asks, violet eyes wide and curious.

What, you think I’m not a gentleman?

Aegon’s voice echoes in your mind, his touch lingers on your skin. You’d showered three times the night after the formal and still you can feel him. It made your heart ache. 

“It was okay, pretty average,” you tell her, heat rising to your cheeks, “Have you seen your brother?”

“Egg?”

“What?” you ask nervously, “No, no Aemond.”

Helaena raises an eyebrow at your reaction. Helaena doesn’t miss a thing. She reads people like it's her job.

“Um, the library I think?” she says and you turn quickly to make your departure.

“Thanks, Hel, love you!”

“Yeah, love you too!” she calls, brow still furrowed. 

She stands watching you leave, watching as you nearly run into Tony Greyjoy, causing him to drop his tray to the floor. Helaena raises her eyebrows as Tony glares at you. 

“Weird,” she murmurs before returning to her lunch.

As you enter the library, Aemond is easily spotted at the first table when you enter, a pile of books strewn around him. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose, barely looking up as you stand beside his chair.

“Y/N,” he says, acknowledging your presence. 

“Hey,” you tell him, emptying the contents of your book bag on the table.

Aemond drops his hand from his face, looking up at you with an expression of annoyance.

“What’s this?”

“Your philosophy stuff,” you tell him, “If Aegon comes looking, just give it to him.”

Aemond frowns.

“I thought you were tutoring him?”

“Yeah um, our arrangement kind of ended,” you tell him, “Just let him have this, yeah?”

“Why can’t you give it to him?”

“No reason, it’s just yours, I thought I’d give it back to you first,” you tell him, getting more annoyed the more he questions you.

Aemond looks you up and down before sighing.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“What?” you say, a little too loudly, “Why would you say that?”

“You did,” he confirms, nodding, “Great. Yeah, I’ll get these to Aegon.”

“Aemond please don’t-”

“Relax,” he cuts you off, “it’s none of my business.”

You close your eyes, trying to slow your breathing. Aemond curls his lip at your reaction looking you up and down. 

“Thank you,” you tell him.

“Sure,” he says, returning to his books.

Weirdo. 

You leave the library in a hurry, racing down the front steps. You must have the absolute worst luck because what are the odds Aegon is heading toward the library right now? Silver hair messy, a pair of black sweats, and a white t-shirt on Aegon smiles when he sees you. Arryx is with him, saying something that Aegon doesn’t bother listening to.

“Hey!” Aegon calls but you lower your head and turn to walk in the opposite direction.  

Aegon frowns slightly watching you hurry off, head down shoving your AirPods into your ears. You don’t look back, heart pounding and cheeks flushed.

“Huh. She’s avoiding me,” Aegon says, a smile on his face when he says it.

“What dude?” Arryx asks.

“Nothing,” Aegon says, laughing to himself. 

You want to avoid Aegon by any means necessary, including future hockey games. Sara nearly dragged you there by force. 

“Aegon is not ruining hockey season!” she insisted, grabbing your arm. 

Cregan found you before the game, placing a quick kiss against your lips. 

“There you are,” he says smiling at you, hair secured in a low bun at the base of his skull.

He looks incredible with his hockey gear on, the gold jersey catching the light. In his hands he holds his white practice jersey, the name Stark across the back along with the number 10. 

“Wear it?” he asks, with a lopsided grin adorning his handsome face. 

You nod, blushing as he kisses your cheek before returning to the ice. The game tonight was against the Lions, a notoriously tough team from an elite neighboring university. It took money to get in there, and the team practiced year-round. It was bound to be an interesting game.

Though your mind was hardly on the game as the team took to the ice. You kept watching Aegon, trying desperately not to. Trying instead to focus on Cregan in the goal. But somehow your eyes kept drifting to the number 29.  

Aegon was an animal on the ice, moving on his skates as though he was flying. Easily dodging past players, yelling obscenities, and getting into more than one physical altercation with other players. 

It wasn’t until near the end of the game, Aegon began to push his luck, taunting one of the other players until he was slammed into the plexiglass. Your eyes widen as Aegon grins, as though he’s not being held against the wall of the rink.

Aegon’s eyes meet yours; you’re close, just a couple of rows away from the edge of the rink. He holds your gaze for a moment, his smile faltering as he drags his eyes over the jersey you wear. Your cheeks flush scarlet as he brings his gaze back to your face before the referee tugs the player off of him and he’s whisked away.

You stand on shaky legs, trying to leave behind Sara. She frowns.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“I need some air,” you tell her, “Just find me after!”

 You stay outside for the remainder of the game, hands shaking in the cold. Shit. You’re really feeling something. You just have to stay away from him. Stay away from him, and be with Cregan. Then everything will be fine.

The following days go by without incident. It seems like you’re doing a good job at avoiding Aegon. You spend time with Cregan on campus, even going with him on a solo date to the movies. But you’re taking things slow with him, trying to keep things light. 

A knock startles you as you’re watching Netflix. You’ve been camped out in your apartment for the most part, trying to avoid Aegon. Assuming Sara forgot her keys again, you hurry to the door and fling it open without a second thought. 

Aegon smiles at you as you open it, placing his hand on the door when you attempt to close it. A frown appears on his face as you struggle to close the door.

“When did you become so rude, bunny?” he teases as you huff in annoyance.

“I’m busy,” you tell him.

“With what?” he counters.

“Stuff,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Mhmm okay,” he says, rocking on his heels, “Well I only need a moment of your time.”

You look him up and down.

“What do you want?”

“The philosophy flashcards.”

A flash of pain goes through you. Just study stuff. Sure. Makes sense. Aegon is only into one-time hookups. Got it. 

“I gave everything to Aemond,” you tell him.

“Not the flashcards.”

It's true, you kept those for yourself. Hey, you need to pass the class too. 

“No, I need the flashcards,” Aegon tells you pouting, “C’mon those helped the most and I know you have them.”

You stare him down for a moment, but the pleading look remains on his handsome face. 

“Fine,” you tell him. 

You lead him into your room, despite your better judgment. You can hear him following behind, his soft steps echoing your own. You open the door and hurry over to your desk, eager to get him the flashcards he needs so he can leave. Thankfully, with your back turned he can’t see the blush forming on your cheeks.

“I think these are all the ones I have,” you say, shuffling through them while turning around.

You nod, confirming your thoughts before holding them out to him. 

“Thank you,” he says, his fingers brushing against yours while smiling. 

You give him an awkward smile back. He flips through the flashcards. 

“If you have any more questions, you should ask Aemond,” you begin to ramble, “I gave everything back to hi-”

“Do you have a vibrator?” he interrupts.

You choke on your last word. Aegon looks up at you innocently between his silver lashes. 

“What?”

“A vibrator, do you own one?”

He says it like it’s a perfectly normal question for him to be asking you.

“Why?” you ask him, eyes wide.

Aegon tosses the flashcards back on your desk.

“Because I want to play a game,” he says, his head shaking slightly, as though he’s surprised you even asked. 

What the fuck?

“A game?” you ask as he steps closer.

“Mhmm,” he says, fighting a smirk now. 

“What kind of game?” you ask, as his fingers ghost against your waist.

“How many times can I make Y/N come, before her roommate comes home?” he tells you, very matter of fact.

Your jaw is on the floor.

“You’ve never played that game before?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“No,” you manage to say somehow. 

Aegon only smiles, pulling you toward him. 

“What if Sara comes back early?” you ask as he leads you to your bed.

“I texted Jace,” Aegon says, hands already shimmying your sweats from your body, “he’s got her preoccupied.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Jace is helping you distract my roommate?”

“He likes her a lot,” Aegon tells you, removing your panties.

You look away from him, feeling awkward.

“Lucky Sara,” you breathe, feeling Aegon’s breath on your center. 

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he murmurs, spreading your folds with his fingers.

Your cheeks burn at his filthy words.

“Bet you say that to all the girls,” you snap, feeling bratty.

Aegon cocks an eyebrow at your snide remark.

“I don’t,” he tells you, gathering some wetness on his thumb before beginning to massage your clit, “besides, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve seen. It would have been a lie to say it to anyone else.”

“Aegon,” you hiss, back arching ever so slightly at the minimal pressure. 

You’re not sure if you want him to keep talking or stop. 

“What?” he murmurs, a half smirk on his face as he looks up between your legs.

“Shut up,” you tell him, gripping your comforter, cheeks burning.

You feel a sharp smack against your clit and you yelp, slapping a hand over your mouth.

“This can go one of two ways,” Aegon purrs, circling your clit once more, “I can treat you like the good girl I know you are, or the bad one you’re pretending to be.”

It’s hard to breathe.

“The top drawer,” you tell him, “of my nightstand.”

Aegon grins and moves toward your nightstand, rummaging through it until he finds the small pink silk bag. Revealing the small hot pink vibrator he turns it in his hands. 

“Pretty small,” he comments.

“Gets the job done,” you tell him, heart beating erratically.

Aegon moves his eyes toward you, flashing another grin. His fingers press the buttons and the vibrator springs to life.

“Have you made your decision?” he murmurs, crouching between your legs. 

“What?” you ask, jumping slightly as Aegon presses the vibe against your clit.

He swirls it around, gathering some of your juices before rolling it against the sensitive button.

“Are you my good girl, or my bad one?” he asks, violet eyes darkened with lust. 

He dips the vibe lower, right around your entrance letting the pulsations flutter against your clenching hole. 

“Aegon,” you whimper, letting your hand run down to tug on his hair. 

He pulls away from your grip, angling the vibe back up so it sits directly on your clit. The vibrations pulse at a delicious speed and you can feel your orgasm tingling in your abdomen, building and cresting into a pleasurable wave about to crash. 

“Are you going to cum?” Aegon asks, “Answer me.”

“Yes!” you manage, legs shaking as your orgasm crashes over you.

Aegon pulls the vibe away, letting your high spread throughout your limbs. 

“That’s one,” he murmurs, “Keep count, would you?”

Your brain is fuzzy but you manage a nod. You expect to feel the tingling of the vibe on your pussy but instead are greeted with a stinging slap against your sensitive mound. You cry out, abs clenching together at the sensation before Aegon’s hand slides down your soaked pussy, stroking where he previously slapped.

“Shhh,” he coos, letting his fingers curl into you.

A tear runs down your cheek as he begins fingering you, the lingering sting from his slap still aching as he uses his free hand to press the vibe back against your clit. Pleasure washes over you, your head lolling back onto the pillow once more.

“You know, I think I decided for you,” he tells you, “You were acting like a bad girl after all.”

Your heart pounds with his words, fingers clawing against your bedsheets trying to find any semblance of reality to cling to. All you can focus on is the curling of Aegon’s fingers in perfect tandem with the pulsations against your clit. A soft moan leaves your lips.

“You have fun at the game?” Aegon asks, “You've been having fun with Stark?”

“Aegon- fuck!” your words come out in a squeak as your second orgasm takes you by surprise, washing over you.

Aegon removes his fingers, delivering another harsh slap to your throbbing pussy. A sharp whine escapes you and Aegon holds your thighs down to keep you from bringing your knees together.

“Answer me,” he growls, dipping his fingers back in your dripping center. 

“Wha-?” you half sob as he touches the vibrator ever so gently against your throbbing clit.

“Have you been having fun?” Aegon repeats slowly, as he curls his fingers against your sensitive walls.

“What do you mean?” you cry out, leaning up on your elbows to look at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says, tilting his head and watching his fingers go in and out.

You’re going to come again; you almost don’t want to, knowing the pain that will undoubtedly follow. It’s no use though, with how well he curls his fingers, the way he presses the vibrator against you. That’s three, three orgasms holy shi-

“Ah!” you cry out as his hand slaps your tender pussy once more. 

“Say you’re sorry,” Aegon says casually, dragging his finger through your soaked folds.

Tears blur your vision as he drags the vibrator against you, the same path his finger took. You don’t know how much more of this sweet torture you can take. Aegon looks up at you and then, watches a tear roll down your cheek.

“C’mon, say you’re sorry for avoiding me, bunny,” he tells you, voice rough as gravel.

You’re practically panting, nipples straining against the fabric of your t-shirt, sweat making your hair cling to the back of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lower lip wobbling.

“Sorry for what?” he asks, violet eyes wide and innocent. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” he repeats, adding his name at the end, and raising his eyebrows expectantly.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you, Aegon,” you manage.

He smiles, looking like a cat who finally got his cream.

“I forgive you,” he says, before leaning down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your center. 

He tosses your vibrator on the bed, forgotten, as his tongue works its way inside you. The metal of his tongue ring is a brutal juxtaposition to the warmth of his tongue as he fucks you with it; curling his tongue against your spongy inner walls. His nose teases your overly sensitive clit and almost embarrassingly soon you’re nearly screaming his name, soaking his face with your fourth orgasm. 

As Aegon pulls away, you slump back against the bed feeling utterly exhausted. Aegon stands up, moving over to place a kiss on your lips. Aegon doesn’t kiss like Cregan; there’s no gentleness to it. It’s all hot, desperate want; as though he needs the air in your lungs in order to stay alive. 

You moan against him, fingers ghosting up his sides, underneath his shirt. When he pulls away he’s smiling, that Aegon smile he always wears. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“I see you at another game in his jersey, I’m fucking you in it,” Aegon threatens, standing up to leave.

You don't know what comes over you next.

“Promise?” you call, and Aegon stops in the doorway.

He turns slightly, head tilted a wolfish grin on his face as if he’d like nothing more than to flip you over and have his way with you right now.

“Fuck around and find out,” he tells you, “Later bunny.”

Oh, you are in trouble.

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[creepling]

modern!au sawyer/slaughter family headcanons

nubbins

anarcho-capitalist discord modder with nitro

addicted to arizona tea

funk-pop collecter

wears a fez unironically

desk-setup is covered in cigerette buds and ash even tho he has 10 ash trays in eye sight

reddit user

closeted furry

had an incel phase but didn't wanna black pill bc he quote "loves tiddies".

drayton

facebook mom

always bidding on ebay

falls for scams like "hot asians near your area"

will deliberately cause fights with workers in hospitality

not afraid if say if someone has an ugly baby

refers to minority groups in plural (ie. the gays)

parasocial relationship with donald trump

thought covid was a conspiracy but loved lockdown.

bubba

works at walmart stacking shelves

weekly attender of adult trampoline parks.

down time involves getting high and watching baby sensory videos

likes anime but never finishes a series.

feeds stray cats then wonders why they follow him home

special interest is super mario bros and WWE

cosplays on tiktok and accidentally became a meme.

johnny

hooks up with his friend's moms

snapchat score in the millions and infamous among dating apps

can't drive bc of multiple DUIs

thinks porn is useless and calls people who watch it "bitchless", but will beg for nudes

wants a "crazy girl" then gets scared at said crazy girl.

has dropped his phone in the toilet more than once. multiple times actually

will jump on online comms for nubbins when people are bullying him and cuss them out.

unironically calls himself a sigma male and/or alpha chad.

sissy

kleptomaniac for small items in supermarkets

has an OF and charges crazy amounts for feet pics

her mugshot is her finsta pfp

is the girl in nightclub bathrooms that compliments everything about you, but wil glass a guy at the bar and get kicked out

gets the villain edit as an x factor contestant

does vlogs of her crying on the kitchen floor, trisha paytas style

goes to sleep listening to true crime podcasts

has insane road rage to the point she will get out and smash your car window.

[meabh-mcinness]

Bake Date

Main Masterlist

Fresh from the human world, you can't help but feel out of place as the new lady of the manor. Far too used to having to take care of yourself and Iruma by doing everything from cooking and cleaning to working long hours in the hopes of giving him a better life, you felt rather disgruntled at having absolutely nothing to do. After all, your adoption into the Sullivan family meant getting a do-it-all family butler who refused to allow you to do anything even remotely based in those categories. However, in all these years you had actually grown rather fond of baking.

And come hell or high water, you were going to enjoy the kitchen space again.

You understood it, really. 

Opera had been hired as a security devil, and part of that job description included taking care of all the household duties, so their masters could focus. It was considered quite the insult, Sullivan had explained, to even so much as imply that they weren't up to standards. Which probably explained why everything in the manner was suddenly sparkling, and a feast prepared the next time you had left your room, a mere ten minutes after the first time you made your request.

Plus, after all those years of taking care of both yourself and then Iruma, it was a rather nice break to leave everything to someone else's care. Even if it did leave you feeling a little...ennui. Especially since you had grown rather fond of one particular "chore" that often left you feeling very relaxed at the end. 

Baking. 

The systematic method of putting ingredients together, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through your small home, the joy of seeing others smile as they indulged in your treats. It was cathartic and addicting. And with being stolen from your home and subsequently dropped into what was essentially demon royalty, you had been denied, multiple times, your favoured drug. 

This, obviously, would not do. 

Not if they expected you to stay sane, at least. 

Your opponent may be an undefeated demon who always seemed to just know things, but you wouldn't back down so easily. As a human, you have many biological ups at your disposal, the best ones for this circumstance being adaptability and patience.  You simply had to wait for Opera to let their guard down and leave the kitchen unguarded. 

Normally, such a task would be impossible. For a race considered vastly incautious, Opera didn't seem to know how to not be on guard, and with your asking for the usage of the kitchen, a number of times, has taken to keeping a particular eye on it. You couldn't seem to get within ten feet without them appearing and asking if you needed something.  

But that was fine because your patience won in the end. Mostly. 

With the summer holiday ending and after the whole Walter Park fiasco, Sullivan had decided to take Iruma shopping in town. This meant Opera would be tagging along for various reasons. It had been quite easy to beg off going as well. Claiming that you wanted away from crowded areas until school began again (you still hadn't forgiven Sullivan for the whole news debacle) and that you would just spend the time relaxing. 

Which was entirely true. You would just be relaxing in the kitchen rather than the library, as you implied. At first, you weren't certain you would be dragged along, what with Opera staring deep into your soul through your eyes. You were sure you had been caught before you had even begun.

 Instead, they simply blinked and inclined their head to you, stating they would leave a tray of tea and snacks in the library for you to partake in while you read, before turning on their heels. You watched Opera's retreating figure with a sense of triumph, your heart pounding with excitement. They had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. With a quiet and knowing smile, you watched carefully from your spot by the window until a carriage was driven by the familiar sight of the red-haired butler through the gates. You waited patiently for them to disappear from sight over the horizon before making your move.

Stepping into the spacious kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia. The polished marble countertops, the gleaming stainless steel appliances, and the array of utensils neatly arranged on the walls all whispered an invitation. It was as if the kitchen itself had missed you, even though you had never stepped foot into this particular one before.

Your gaze landed on the pristine oven, and your fingers itched to create something delightful. You weren't about to let this golden opportunity go to waste. After all, you had a plan, and it involved baking.

Your first task was to gather the necessary ingredients. Fortunately, you had become well-acquainted with the cookbooks in Sullivan Manor's library during your stay. With a practised eye, you selected flour, sugar, eggs, and a few other essentials. You were a master at improvising, and you didn't need a recipe to create something delicious. Even if you should probably have started with one due to the differences between food in the two worlds.

As you began to mix the ingredients in a large bowl, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. Baking was your refuge, your solace. It was a way to express your love and care for others, even in a world as chaotic as the Netherworld. The scent of the ingredients blending together filled the kitchen, and you couldn't help but smile. It was a comforting aroma that made you feel at home, no matter where you were. You continued to work, your hands moving with practised precision as you shaped the dough and prepared it for baking. 

Just as you were about to put your creation in the oven, you heard a noise from the doorway. Startled, you turned to see Opera standing there, an accusatory expression on their face, despite it not changing at all.

"Ah, I should have expected to find you here," they said, voice calm and collected as ever.

You smiled sheepishly. "I just wanted to bake something. It's something I've always enjoyed, you know, and you guard this kitchen so well, which I understand really! It's your domain as a security devil, but baking has always been my safe place. My thing to help me relax and not go crazy. It's why I kept trying to sneak in here."

Opera regarded you with an unreadable look, slowly blinking large eyes at you as you rambled on. "Baking?"

You nodded, your determination unwavering. "Yes, baking! I love the methodical process of mixing things together and the smells of pastries cooking. I promise I won't make a mess. You can stay and watch if you'd like. Maybe I can even convince you to try a slice of my pie when it's done."

Opera hesitated for a moment, their head tilting sideways slightly, ears twitching a little in what you presumed was interest. "Well, since you've gone through all this trouble, I suppose I can spare a few minutes to watch. But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

You grinned, feeling a sense of victory. "Deal."

As you worked together to prepare the cake, you found that Opera was, unsurprisingly, rather helpful. Always offering suggestions on what ingredients go best together and even lending a hand when needed — the biting cherries bag was surprisingly heavy. The tension between you slowly melted away, and before you knew it, you were chatting and laughing as if you had known each other for much longer.

As the pie baked in the oven, you both sat down at the kitchen table, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. It was a pleasant surprise, and you couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected turn of events. When the timer finally let out a sound that rather resembled a dying scream to you, the pie was finally ready. Carefully, you gripped a towel, pulled out the circular glass dish and gently placed it on a cooling rack Opera had set up for you. You sliced a generous portion for Opera, placing it on a plate and handing it to them with a smile. "Here, give it a try. I promise it's not poisonous." Though you couldn't say the same for anything Iruma might attempt in the future. 

Opera took a bite and their eyes widened in surprise. "This is... incredible. You really are quite the baker."

You beamed with pride, feeling a warmth in your chest, cutting a similar-sized piece for yourself. "I'm glad you like it."

As you both enjoyed the pie together, it became clear that this impromptu baking session had turned into something more. It was a moment of connection and understanding, and you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, there could be more to your relationship with Opera than you had initially thought. As the afternoon sun streamed into the kitchen, and Opera left to pick up Sullivan and Iruma from town, you realized that sometimes, the best moments in life were the ones you never expected. 

In hindsight, you also realized you could have just told Opera why you wanted in here so badly, rather than resorting to practically breaking and entering. 

Alls well that ends well, though. 

[seedsofagony]

Beloved (KnY ♡ Tengen)

Cherrytober Day 31: Scars // Monsterfucking

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Uzui Tengen

Word Count: 1,704

Summary: Japanese fantasy au, x reader (f, lady of the house), dragon lord Tengen, canon injuries, established marriage, monsterfucking/tetraphilia, metamorphosis, size difference, masturbation (reader), aphrodisiac (reader), sex toys, oral sex (reader and Tengen receiving), mention of rimming (reader receiving), handjob, double penetration, size kink, extremely light praise kink, cream pie, implied multiple orgasms, no pregnancy

Notes: Here be dragons ♡ Happy Halloween ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Disclaimer: Underage, ageless, and blank blogs will be blocked. For everyone 18+, FUB free or filter my unique tag for this event: #sweets🍒24

A cool breeze flows in through the open window, bringing with it the scent of night-blooming flowers. Even at this height, on the top floor of the soaring main keep, their perfume is heady, intoxicating. Lanterns, glowing amber, swing on the gust, inviting shadows to dance on the chamber walls.

The moon shines bright and full through the window—you've been waiting since sundown, watching her reach her climax. Sprawled on a plush cushion, you touch yourself idly—not enough to bring satisfaction, but just enough to be ready when your lover arrives.

Next to you, a metalwork tray holds an empty vial, drained of a sweet nectar that lights a fire in your veins and between your legs. Beside it stands a bottle all but full of warm, viscous oil. Your fingers are slick with it as you tease yourself, the oil dripping pleasantly down your thighs, coating the glass plug that's already stretching your puckered hole.

The breeze picks up again, swelling to a gust that barrels into the chamber. A tremor rocks the castle, wooden beams shuddering as the lanterns swing wildly on their hooks. You sit up, hand frozen between your legs—your lover has arrived. Shifting onto your knees, you fix your attention on the window, eager to greet him.

The castle shudders again, again—trembling beneath an enormous climbing weight. Your stomach flutters with anticipation and a yearning ache blooms in your core. Suddenly, the tremors cease and a dark shape fills the window, illuminated in turns by the swinging lanterns.

A massive head, a long snout full of savage teeth, its maw big enough to swallow you whole. The dragon tilts his head, pale scales glittering, and fixes you with a single cat-like eye.

"Wife." The deep, inhuman voice reverberates through your chest.

Your heart leaps. "Husband."

The dragon, Tengen, growls softly and pulls himself in through the window, claws sinking into the wooden sill. Slithering into the chamber, he reveals himself by degrees. The antlers of a stag and a wild mane running along his sinewy length. The jagged scar cutting across his brow and the empty socket, the five legs where six once were—memories of a battle long ago.

Filling the chamber with his mass, Tengen winds around you, wrapping you in his sinuous coils. When at last the tip of his tufted tail curls around you, his form shifts, and you find yourself in the arms of a lover as much dragon as he is man—a familiar shape if nearly twice your size, warm human flesh and scales, pointed teeth and claws, crown of antlers, and powerful tail. His single arm slips through the silk sleeve of a kimono to embrace you, the light catching on the jeweled patch covering his ruined eye.

"Have you been waiting long?" Tengen asks. His teeth flash in a warm smile.

"Only all night," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice.

Tengen laughs. "Then I won't make you wait much longer." His gaze lights on the tray. "Are you ready for me?"

"Ripe as a peach."

His smile deepens, drawing back into an expression more feral. With some small effort, he composes himself. "But first—a gift," he says. Reaching into the folds of his kimono, he produces a necklace, a strand of luminous pearls that glow in the amber light. "Put it on."

You slip the necklace over your head, sweeping your hair from beneath it. "It's lovely. You do love your pretty things."

"I do," Tengen murmurs, the slit of his pupil dilating. Reaching out, he toys with the necklace, pearls clicking together as he wraps it around his fingers, tightening it like a collar on his most prized possession before letting it drop loose to your naked breast.

Catching his hand, you press your lips to his palm. "Will there be any other distractions?" you ask. "Any further delays?"

"Impertinent woman," Tengen growls, though his tone is rich with indulgence.

He leans forward, tipping your chin, and kisses you softly. Your breath catches and you hum as his split tongue slips into your mouth, the sharp edge of his teeth just grazing your delicate flesh. Breaking away, he rests his forehead against your own, sharing your breath, the calm before the storm.

"Help me undress."

The contents of the vial swirl through your veins, your fingers trembling with anticipation as you unwind the obi from around Tengen's waist. You push the kimono from his shoulders and slide your hands over his bare chest, fingers playing over the melange of flesh and scales. Between his legs, massive twin erections, one above the other, rear up from a pale thatch of hair and the heavy sac of his scrotum. Licking your lips, you push him back against the cushion and crawl onto his chest.

"Coming to take your throne?" he teases, steadying you as you kneel over his face.

You grin down at him, "It's my rightful place, after all."

Tengen's mouth falls open as you descend to him, breath hot against the hollow between your legs. You sigh—almost relieved—as his broad tongue drags over you, thick with hungry saliva. You slide your hands over your breasts, teasing the buds of your nipples as he laps at you—squeezing your clit in the fork of his muscle, toying with your nearly dripping slit, flicking around the plug in your puckered hole—tail lashing contentedly as he drinks you in. Your core spasms once and you groan. Any more and you'll finish on the tip of his tongue—but that's not what you want, what you've been waiting for.

Pulling back, you ease onto Tengen's chest, clit and plug crushed deliciously against his bare skin. He watches you, his expression feline as you take the bottle from the tray and pour the viscous fluid into your hands.

Turning, you crawl down the length of his body to the twin cocks bristling between his thighs. Taking hold of him in each hand, you pump him slowly. Tengen purrs, the vibrations buzzing through you, as you coat him with oil. Unable to resist, you lick his tip before fastening your lips around him, the salt taste of precum filling your mouth. You shift to minister to his second, twitching cock, sucking him as you pump the first with your slicked hands.

Tengen groans, precum gushing from both tips. He smoothes his hand over the mound of your ass, massaging the base of the plug between your cheeks before gently twirling it from your hole, setting it aside to roll, forgotten, across the tatami. 

Eager, a fire raging in your belly, you rise onto your knees, poised to lower yourself onto him.

"Beloved."

You pause, looking over you shoulder at him.

"I want to see your face."

Grinning, you turn around, meeting Tengen's gaze as you prepare to mount him. Grasping his cocks, you line him up to your entrances, tips poised outside your hungry slit and puckered hole. He steadies you by the hip as you lower yourself onto him. Even slippery with oil, it's somewhat of a challenge to take him in—your openings stretching taut around the thick bulbs of his heads and then partway down his intimidating length. You'll never be able to take all of him with your human body, but you try anyway, filling yourself with as much of him as you can.

Panting from the effort, heady from the contents of the vial and your two stuffed holes, you begin to ride. The pressure is immense, pushing against your walls in every direction.

"You're taking me so well…" Tengen murmurs.

Pupil dilated like a full moon, he devours you with his gaze—the high color in your cheeks, the pearls swinging against your decolletage, the bounce of your breasts. His eye drops to your belly, the bulge of a cock straining against it. Stroking his thumb over the bump, a pleased rumble rolls through his body into yours.

You're struck dumb by the sensation—the vibrations, the incredible fullness between your legs. Seized by desire, you rut with primal need. Tengen's lips draw back in a feral grin. His hand tightens on your hip, claws just piercing your flesh. Gasping at the ferocity of his hold, you ride faster, chasing your high.

When your rhythm begins to stagger, thighs burning, Tengen takes over, bouncing you with his muscular arm on his twin cocks. You mewl as he drives you harder, deeper, pushing the limits of your body. Stretched, taut, you snap—crying out, stars explode across your vision as you clench hard around him.

"That's it," Tengen croons, "That's the face I wanted to see…"

Still holding you firm, he bucks his hips, tail lashing the floor between his legs. You brace yourself weakly against his belly, still spasming, dizzy with pleasure. Tengen bears his teeth and thrusts into you, pulling you down. You cry out again as the head of a cock crushes against your cervix and throbs, twin surges gushing hot and white.

Tengen holds you in place as he empties into you, your holes leaking down his length, unable to contain all that he's spent. His tail quiets with his final spurt, flicking contentedly as you collapse onto his chest, still snug on his cocks.

"Was it worth the wait?" he asks, reaching up to stroke your hair.

Unable to form words, core still clenching intermittently around him, you can only whine.

Tengen chuckles. "You won't have to wait so long next time."

His hand drifts to your back and, suddenly, he rolls over top of you, still buried deep inside you, and pins you to the cushion. For a moment, he only gazes down at you, his massive body looming over yours. You're entirely at his mercy, and the thought of it sends a new wave of warmth through your core.

Tengen lowers his mouth to your throat, teeth grazing the bare skin above the necklace. "Not long at all…"

You gasp and moan as he sinks his teeth into you, holding you firmly in his jaws. His claws dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as he presses your legs to your chest. He growls softly and takes his pleasure, rutting again into his beloved human mate.

[bettyfrommars]

it’s the a7x anon 😘

imagine stripper harlot reader and eddie falls for her (obviously) and he follows her to a club one night. it’s an underground club (got me thinking blood rave from blade) but shes deadly, she sucks the soul out of men in the clubs, poisons them for fun, the club is filled with different types, vampires, wolves, ghouls, but none are more desired or feared than her.

Sympathy for the Devil

eddie x demon!fem!reader

It's the mid-90's and Eddie has moved to Seattle with the rest of Corroded Coffin to get in on the music scene. He sees you one night dancing at a bachelor party and can't seem to stop thinking about you. His hunt for you takes him to a dark part of town where only monsters dare to go. wc: 2.5k

18+ONLY, grunge!eddie, descriptions of monsters, eventual smut, star-crossed lovers, Gareth, reader described as having thick hips and tattoos, exotic dancers, alcohol consumption, breathing fire. Readers dad is basically Hellboy.

Part 1: Great Balls of Fire

Part 2: Mark of the Beast

Part 3: Burn it Down

A/N: There is just so much I want to explore on this topic, I had to turn it into multiple parts. No smut in this chapter, but there will be in the next two, if there are people who want to read it. I love any reason for a good Blade blood shower. I love this anon, and I hope I did some justice to your idea.

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Eddie dropped down into the dark venue on a wing and a prayer, hoping you were working that night.  He didn’t know your schedule, he only knew you from that one night two weeks ago when he was there for Jeff’s bachelor party.  

Out of a sea of beautiful, scantily clad women, you stood out like a flash of  lightning in a pitch black night.

“I can’t believe we’re here again, man,” Gareth complained, swiping his hair out of his face.

“What are you afraid of?” Eddie shouted over his shoulder, hoping to be heard above the throbbing, electronic music. His eyes scanned the crowd for you, or any one he remembered seeing you talk to that first night.  Ahead of them, down the shadowed alcove of the venue were several dancers gyrating on poles and spreading their legs out wide for customers at the rack to hook dollar bills into their g-strings.  

“I’m afraid my girl will cut my nuts off if she finds out I came here with you,” Gareth responded.  

Gareth's hair was shorter than it had been when they were in high school. It was just long enough to tuck behind his ears, but still so full and curly that he had to slick it back.  Eddie’s hair was much longer now, almost to his nipples, and he’d grown his bangs out, so it was more grunge rather than early 80’s metal.  

“We went to see Mudhoney at the Crocodile,” Eddie confirmed. “That’s all you need to tell her.  We only came here to look for someone.”  They had done exactly that, and the Mudhoney show had been amazing. Corroded Coffin’s relocation to Seattle was the best decision Eddie had ever made, and he was grateful his band made the journey with him.  They were all renting this old house on Capitol Hill and getting paying gigs a couple times a month—it was a dream.

But since he’d laid eyes on you—he could barely function.

You had bewitched him in the best of ways.  

So, there he was---dragging Gareth back to the same strip club to look for you.  He honestly didn’t expect to get your number, or even talk to you—he just needed to see you again.   

Once he reached the dimly lit red cocktail bar, Eddie froze.  “She’s not here,” he wet his dry lips, getting on the balls of his feet to scan the crowd. “I mean, I don’t see her.”

“Okay, great, "Gareth tried to avert his eyes from the women on stage so that he wouldn’t feel guilty.  “Can we go now?”

But Eddie wasn’t ready to give up that easily.  

“Hey,” he called over to one of the servers he remembered from the last time. She was about to carry a tray of drinks over to a table when she caught his eye and her face lit up.  

Eddie was awkward when he didn't want to be, but on every other occasion—he possessed a decent amount of charm.  Plus, this particular server was a fan of his band, he just didn’t know it.

Eddie stroked some hair behind his ear and leaned closer, giving her your full description, right down to the color of your eyes, and the details of a few of your tattoos, and then asked if you were working that weekend.

The server shook her head, her cheeks burning hot under Eddie's attention.  “Sorry, she’s not here. I think she’s at the Devils Den tonight.”

Eddie squinted at Gareth and the both of them mouthed “the devils den” with a question mark, like they had never heard of it in all of the 2 years they’d been there.  

The Devil’s Den did not advertise.  You could not find it in the phone book.  It was a word of mouth or friend of a friend only, and security was tight.

“Be careful,” the redhead server offered a warning, passing Eddie her phone number on the inside of a gum wrapper with a wink. Gareth rolled his eyes and headed for the door.

Eddie drove Gareth back to his car first.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with?” Gareth asked Eddie over the hood, strumming his fingers on the metal.

“Nah man, I’m good,” Eddie assured him, twirling his keys on his finger as he walked backwards. “You go home to your girl.  I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He remembered the directions the redhead told him as he sucked down a cigarette with the window open, blowing smoke out into the crisp city night.  It took him down through the east end of town, along a tunnel, and then shot him deep into the industrial district.  Vacant buildings loomed like faceless gargoyles as his van rolled along the dismal expanse, void of human life.

The building was unmarked, but the address was correct; he checked it with the numbers inked on his palm several times.  He parked a block away and walked over with his fists shoved deep into the pockets of his leather while scraps of paper and leaves skidded across the pavement.  His long hair flew across his lips and clung there until he peeled the strand back and tucked it behind his ear again.

He could hear the music now, thudding low from inside the building as he rounded the corner.  

There was a purple light coming from the open doorway, and a minotaur man with a thick tail and broad shoulders sat on a stool blowing smoke out his nostrils.  Eddie heard him ask the couple ahead of him to see their IDs, so Eddie got his ready.

You just happened to be on your way out for a smoke when you saw him—-

Him.

The one you couldn’t take your eyes off of two weekends ago. The grungy boy with the long hair you couldn’t stop thinking about.

What was he doing at a monster bar? Did you want him to see you like this? 

Self-consciously, you spun around, ducking your head so he wouldn’t see your horns, wondering if you should try to cover them with your hood and retract your claws. 

Eddie handed the Minotaur bouncer his ID.

“What the fuck you want me to do with this?” The bouncer asked, aggressively standing up to his full height which was close to 7ft.  His voice bellowed, “no humans allowed, can’t you read?” Sure enough, there was a black and white sign on the door that said: NO UNAUTHORIZED HUMANS ALLOWED.

Eddie tucked his ID back in his wallet, about to offer to try and pay the guy off when he saw you appear in the doorway.

“Oh shit,” Eddie whispered to himself.  You were even more stunning than the night he first saw you. Now you have horns? He hadn't noticed them the other weekend at the club; maybe you had them tucked under your wig. He could tell you were different, but he had no idea you were what was known in human circles as a Beastly.  

“He’s with me,” you told the enormous Minotaur man, and Eddie watched him cower before you.  He sat back down on his stool and bowed his head, muttering his apologies.  

He had to remember not to let his jaw hang slack as you walked closer, swaying your hips as you did so, plucking a cigarette out of the pack to pop it into your mouth.  He noticed that what he once thought were tattoos were actually designs that seemed like they were burned into your flesh; they glowed orange in the night as if there was lava flowing in your veins.  

Eddie patted his jacket and his back pockets, forgetting where he put his lighter. Once he found it, his hand was trembling, but he took a breath and cupped his palm over the flame, leaning forward to offer it to you.

You hesitated, searching his rich brown eyes.  His very human eyes: you wanted to watch them sparkle.  “Do you want to see something cool?”

Eddie lowered his hands and poked his tongue out between his teeth. “Always.”

“It might freak you out,” you warned.

“I love getting freaked out.”

You held the cigarette out and blew on the end of it, producing a string of fire from your lungs.  It was a soft, blue flame and Eddie watched the tip of your smoke light up and crackle with embers just as the fire disappeared behind your lips again.

“Party trick,” you took a drag, squinting one eye at him playfully.  

“Can you do mine?” Eddie opened the top pocket of his jacket to pull out a smoke from his pack, while a few more bodies shuffled by on their way to the door.  Two had chalk white skin with fangs, one had the snout of a pig and a green mohawk, and the other looked like she could’ve passed as human, until she stuck her tongue out at one of the other men and it was long and forked, falling almost to her chest.  

They each gave Eddie a suspicious look, but when they saw you standing there, they quickly jerked their stares away.

Eddie gripped the cig between his full lips, and his eyes never left you as you leaned in.  You could’ve produced a flame long enough to reach him where he was, but you decided to step in close, so that your mouth wasn’t far from his.

Your eyes met as you breathed a steady stream of fire.  The thought occurred to you that you could take him right then; you could suck his soul out like juice from a Capri Sun and he’d never know what hit him.  You could drink his essence like oxygen and fill your stomach with his charming warmth—but then you wouldn’t have him anymore, and your heart was screaming louder than your hunger.  

“That’s so rad,” Eddie chuckled.  He took a drag and then blew the smoke out sideways.  “What other tricks do you know?”

“I think it’s your turn to do a trick,” you raised an eyebrow. 

“What could a human possibly do to impress you?”

“I’m sure there are lots of ways you could impress me,” your smile was coy, and it made Eddie’s pupils widen with admiration.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

But then one of the ghouls with skin that looked stapled on stepped out of the doorway and said your name.  

“What is it?” You snapped.  Your demeanor changed—your eyes narrowing on her.  

“Sorry,” the ghoul stammered.  “Um, it’s Drucilla—she says there’s a phone call for you.”

“I’ll be right there,” you grumbled, waving her off, but when you turned back to Eddie, your face softened.  “I have to go.  If you’re around later we can—-”

“Yeah, I’ll wait,” Eddie said quickly.  He didn’t know how long the wait would be, and he didn’t care.

You motioned for him to follow you inside, and as he entered, the Minotaur bouncer grumbled: “Sorry about earlier, man.”

“It’s all good,” Eddie clapped him on his big, beefy shoulder.

There was a band at the back of the venue playing something that reminded him of Alice in Chains, and Eddie felt right at home.  Everyone turned in his direction, and he followed close behind as you traveled down a few carpeted steps to the long, low-lit bar along the wall.  Your tail flicked from side to side as you walked, and he smiled to himself when he noticed it.  

You swatted the bar with your hand to get Danny’s attention.  The wolfman bartender stopped the conversation he was having mid-sentence and rushed over, a furry hand swiping hair away from his beard.  

“He’s with me,” you told Danny, motioning over your shoulder to a bewildered Eddie.  “Anyone fucks with him, and I’ll rip their head off.”

You meant it literally, and Danny knew that.  

“I’ll keep an eye on your pet,” Danny nodded as he cleaned a glass with a towel.  He made eye contact with Eddie and ran his tongue over his sharp canines.

Eddie sank down onto a stool at the bar and watched you go, his heart hammering in his chest.  There were two exotic dancers in cages on either side of the dancefloor, and one looked like she had reptilian skin with an alligator tail.  The action on the main floor was more of a mosh pit than actual dancing, and he knew the guys from his band would dig this place.  He wondered what you would think of his music if you saw him perform; maybe he could do a few tricks for you on stage. He wanted to look out and see you in the crowd and know you were his.

“What can I get you?” Danny asked, flipping a coaster in front of Eddie with a flourish.  

Flustered at his choices, Eddie ordered a beer, and then he leaned in.  “Hey, what is her story? Why does everyone seem so…afraid of her?”

“You mean you don’t know who she is?” Danny raised both bushy eyebrows at him as he popped the cap on his beer. 

Eddie shrugged, eyes dancing over the wall of bottles.  “I have no idea, man.  This isn’t my scene.”

Danny came forward and put his hairy forearms on the bar.  “Yeah well, her dad is the head Devil in charge of all of this,” he gestured around.  “He runs the underground Beast Mob, and everyone is scared shitless of him.”  Danny scooted Eddie’s beer forward, giving him a pointed look.  “And you should be too.  He hates humans.”

Eddie swallowed hard.  “I’m pretty good with parents,” he mumbled. 

He sat there for a while and sipped his beer, taking in the scenery and the other monsters, when he caught sight of you weaving your way back through the crowd.  Everyone you walked by seemed to beg to touch you or talk to you; a couple of them even bowed.  He wanted to have you on his arm, to feel the fire from your lungs burn his skin.

“Hey,” the person behind Eddie tapped his shoulder, and Eddie spun around to find an orc-looking guy with two tusks jutting up from his bottom teeth.  

“Yeah, man, what’s up?” 

The bartender glanced over Eddie’s shoulder at you, and then regarded him with a nod.  “Be careful with that one, son.  She will feast on your soul and drain you dry.”

Eddie turned to see you watching him from across the way, and you offered a shy wave.  Your short horns looked sharp and ready for battle; the marks in your skin glowed like neon.

Eddie sighed wistfully.  “Damn, I really hope so.”

[i-heart-yellowstone]

6 - Questionable Law

Part 7

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

Tag list @bvbwestfall l @hcwthewestwaswcn @child-of-of-the-sunshine @elenavampire21 @keep-the-wolves-close @kmc1989

Shutting the top cabinet above the stove I opened the oven letting the fresh smell of baked biscuits fill most of the house. I heard multiple sets of footsteps begin rushing down the wooden and creaky steps before I saw Kayce, Tate and Faith all pile in the doorway of the kitchen. “I figured this would get y'all up this morning.”

“What did you make exactly. I swear I recognize that smell.” Kayce shifted the air trying to place the familiar scent.

I pulled the tray out and laid it down on the kitchen island. “You should know what these are quite well, Dutton.”

“Biscuits! How did you make my mother's biscuits?” Kayce’s face lit up with excitement and awe.

Laying down a rag on the kitchen island I held up the piece of paper that was inside the pocket slip of the apron I was wearing. “I found this in the cookie jar up on the fridge. It’s her handwriting and so I thought I’d give it a shot. So you’ll have to tell me if they’re crap or not.”

“Mmm.” Faith tore a piece of one biscuit and gave the other part to Tate before they both moaned at an enjoyable taste.

Kayce tore half of one apart and tossed the bite into his mouth where I saw a cheeky grin cross his face before he moved around the island cupping my face in his hands. “You’re amazing. Have I told you that?”

“Not recently I must admit.” I smiled back up at him before he pressed his lips down onto mine. He wrapped his arms around my body tugging me closer to his chest deepening the kiss.

Faith and Tate replied in disgust. “Eww!”

“You know what had to happen to make you two right?” I warned them feeling Kayce giving me a confused look when we had slightly separated from one another. “A whole lot of kissing.”

Faith corrected very off guard. “You mean when animals get together.”

“Faith!” I scolded her, feeling my face turning red.

Kayce shrugged his shoulders lightly, chuckling. “You should know they’ll learn all kinds of life growing up on a ranch.”

“Just because I know it doesn’t mean I want her to say it out loud. Uh, come on kids we gotta go to work.” I glared at him removing the apron and hanging it up on the hook.

Kayce picked his hat up from the hook, sitting it on his head and shrugging his jacket on. “I’ll see y’all later tonight - Alissa!” He called my name from the front porch barely having the front door shut behind him.

“Wait here.” I touched the kid’s shoulders crossing the living room and out onto the porch seeing two black police trucks pulled up at the edge of the steps and I saw an officer come up to us. “Can we help you, officer?”

He didn’t even look in my direction. “We’re here to make an arrest, Mrs. Dutton.” He moved around his back twisting his arms around his back, handcuffing my husband right in front of me.

“You can’t do this.” I told him watching him push him down the wooden steps to the police truck.

Kayce called over his shoulder, getting his head pushed inside the truck. “Alissa, call Jamie!” The truck door shut and I watched them drive off feeling my stomach twisting in knots so quotation like it had years ago.

“What do you mean you joined the Navy!” I gasped sitting on the couch with a large round pregnant belly considering I was at my 6th month mark on the calendar.

Kayce was standing in front of me in my parents cabin living room seeing I was clearly upset with him. “Alissa, I’m doing this for our family. For our little girl and you so that you don’t have to use my father’s money to raise her.”

“But we agreed we would raise her together. That's one of the reasons I accepted your proposal.” I throw my hands up in the air feeling tears welling in my eyes.

He noticed the tears coming to sit down on the couch beside me. “Lissa Rae, please don’t cry. Okay I’m not happy about it but I’m trying to do the right thing here.” He wrapped his arms around my shaking body and I buried my face into his shirt sobbing for a few minutes.

“Promise me! Promise me that you’ll fight like hell to come home to us when it’s all said and done.” I lifted my head up from his shirt clutching it under my fingers.

Kayce touched my face with his freehand, keeping one hand rubbing my back. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve never broken a promise to you and never will.”

“Thank you, Kace.” I mumbled snuggling up against his chest and he kept his arms around me just keeping his little family as close as he could for as long as he could before he was shipped off to the Navy.

“Wait out here and don’t go with any strangers.” I told the two kids who I had to sit down on a wooden bench outside the sheriff's office. They didn’t need to hear whatever they were accusing him of. I opened the door and shut it behind me eyeing the officers. “What exactly are you arresting him for?”

“We aren’t at liberty to disclose that with you, ma’am.” An officer responded.

I snapped with a sharp tongue. “I’m his wife. So you will speak to me about whatever the hell you are charging my husband!”

“I didn’t switch any barrel of a gun on purpose. So if you want to point fingers at someone he told me to do after someone told me that they found my gun bullets in Monica Long’s brother.” Kayce began explaining from the night that had killed Lee. John had cremated his body and a few days later he told me they asked to see Kayce’s gun when they did an investigation on how the other guy died.

“Did he waive his right to an attorney?” The office door suddenly opened and I watched his brother Jamie enter the room presenting the lead cop with his lawyer card.

The native guy named Rainwater throws his hands up with a scoff. “He requested an attorney and like magic one appears.”

“We can’t help that his brother went to Law School. Now can you please let my husband go because he hasn't done anything wrong.” I cut in the conversation.

Jamie glanced back at me. “What are the claims?”

“That officer is claiming that Kayce made him switch barrels with him to cover up the fact that he had to shoot the Long brother in self defense.” I entered the conversation standing behind Kayce’s chair.

Kayce ran a hand over his mouth. “When he told me to switch barrels with him I didn’t think you would then accuse me.”

“Kayce.” Jamie sent him a warning out of the corner of his eye.

I throw my hands slightly up. “It’s an easy fix and they’re trying to turn it into something bigger.”

“Is there any forensic evidence that ties my brother to the scene other than a ballistics match to your weapon?” Jamie asked and neither of the officers said a word where he got to his feet heading to leave the room. “You see where I’m going with this. If you have no real evidence then I think it’s time we leave. So switch barrels and everything will be cleared up here.”

The officer got up from his chair taking his gun out along with Kayce’s and slowly switched the barrels before he handed him the gun back. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go, you two.” Jamie touched his brother's back leading us outside. I took Faith and Tate by the hand until we were standing outside of the Dutton ranch truck. Jamie had called a car to bring him there. “Just remember that the next time you may get arrested, say nothing until I get there.”

Kayce nodded, looping my hand in his. “Thank you for helping me.”

“I’ll pay you back in biscuits. I managed to re-create your mothers.” I grinned leaning my head on his shoulder and Kayce nodded in agreement before Jamie smiled back at us.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[f1amboyant]

engineer!carlos 👁️👁️👁️ AND PRINCE X THIEF HELLO ????????

HI bestie!! ❤️

Engineer!Carlos is my beloved, I've talked about it a bit here and here if you're interested. I have a plot, now I need to write it 🫣

As for the prince x thief 🫣 @drspleenmeister saw this and put that idea inside my head and now I can't get it out. So now we're working on a fic where prince of monaco!Charles hooks up on multiple occasions with philantropist!Carlos. Except Carlos is an art thief and Charles is about to find out his secret 🫢

Charles delicately picks up a flute of champagne and sips at it as he observes the reception hall. Conversations run smoothly, a comforting white noise in the background, as people dressed to the nines mingle all around the decorated room. Wealth glints all over the walls, pieces of art everywhere, and on the table with expensive and delicate food. Also very very expensive wines and champagnes. Charles should be used to it by now but it’s a little bit too much in his opinion. They are raising money for a great cause tonight. Flaunting their wealth shouldn’t be such an important part of the process.

He sighs. It is what it is, unfortunately.

He sips again at his champagne. He is such a lightweight. It’s barely his second glass (okay, maybe third he isn’t so sure anymore), and the bubbles already fizzle in his brain. Maybe it’s why his stomach swoops all of a sudden.

(It was absolutely nothing to do with the man he just noticed across the room.)

He spots the broad shoulders clad in a perfectly tailored suit and the perfectly coiffed hair that can only belong to one man.

Charles downs his glass, gives it back to a waiter just to pick two more from the tray, and makes his way across the room. He smoothly sidles up to the man, standing side by side with him and oh so casually handing him the second glass.

“Mr. Sainz,” Charles greets him, so so casually, sipping at his new glass to avoid looking over to Sainz. “Such a pleasure to see you here, again.”

“The pleasure is all mine, my prince,” Sainz answers smoothly, Spanish accent thick.

Charles will deny to his death what that accent does to him, what that little nickname does to his guts and heart. He hides the shiver that runs through him and rolls his eyes for good measure.

“It’s Your Serene Highness,” he corrects (for the hundredth time probably).

“But you’re a prince,” Sainz fires back, “why would I call you anything else?”

Charles can see the hint of a smile at the corner of his eyes. He rolls his eyes even more.

“You are so annoying, Carlos,” he sighs – it’s even more annoying that he can’t quite keep the fondness out of his voice and if it lasts longer, he might start to giggle, he is so pathetic. “We haven't been seeing you in the Principality for quite some time, no?”

Carlos finally turns toward him and Charles cannot help but look back.

Bad idea, bad bad idea.

A single eyebrow rises on Carlos’ forehead, almost tickling with the black strand of hair falling over his eyes. Perfect eyebrow, on a perfect face, all dark eyes and sharp jawbones and plush (and kissable) lips. Charles wants to roll his eyes again. Or kiss that perfect face.

He feels his cock swelling in his pants. Fuck.

“I had some business to take care of. Nothing to worry about,” Carlos says with an infuriatingly sexy wink.

That wink does something to Charles’ belly. The word ‘business’ too, but for an entirely different reason. His suspicions lurk at the back of his mind.

“What is your business exactly? Stealing art?” he can't help but ask. He hopes it sounds casual, like a joke.

(He is deathly afraid it's the truth).

“My oh my, stealing, that’s a wild accusation. Who said anything about stealing?”

Charles frowns.

“The first time we met, a painting got stolen.”

Carlos quirks an eyebrow. Charles keeps talking.

“The second time in Madrid, another painting got stolen. And it happened again in Milan and in Paris last year.”

“I didn’t know you remembered all our times together." Carlos smiles. "Because you realize we were together every time these art pieces got stolen, right?”

Charles tries not to blush. He fails. He remembers those nights vividly.

“It’s a lot of coincidences, don’t you think?”

“The world is full of coincidences, my prince.”

Charles drinks the rest of his flute to be brave.

“Yes, coincidences. But you know art. You knew that first painting was a fake. Even though it took the expert almost an hour to be sure, with a lot of instruments and tests.”

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just smiles wider and wider.

“I had a hunch.”

“Or maybe you knew something. Because you did steal the real one.”

Again, Carlos just smiles. Charles is both really turned on and pissed that he was right. Or maybe he’s wrong and Carlos is playing with him. He doesn’t know. It’s infuriating. It’s sexy and he wants to kiss Carlos so so badly.

“If it is true,” he says slowly, “please refrain from stealing anything tonight.”

“Oh I don’t know. All this shiny wealth all around. I might be tempted to do something. After all, according to his serene highness, I am a mastermind thief.”

Charles rolls his eyes.

“Maybe I need a distraction,” Carlos adds smoothly.

Charles feels something press into his palm and he instinctively closes his fingers around it. It’s a key. He knows exactly where it leads. He could walk to this particular apartment with his eyes closed.

His pants are getting impossibly tighter.

“Yes,” Charles says, all red, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal. “Maybe you do.”

He steps away before he does something stupid (like pop a boner in the middle of the big reception hall, or kiss Carlos). And worst of all, he can almost see Carlos smirk at his back, that smug bastard.

[kirk-says-wah]

13 and 42 leading to 19 with cliff and dave? top cliff pls :)

Thank you for the ask! 💕

13 - Shotgunning

19 - Multiple orgasms/marathon sex

42 - Accidental stimulation

Dave isn’t sure how this happened.

He was hanging out with the whole band when Lars and James decided to fuck off, leaving him with Cliff. Cliff’s kind of new to the group, and Dave isn’t sure yet how to act around him.

Cliff’s smoking a joint, sat in bed, and Dave’s sat in his own. They’ve been sharing a room for weeks but usually Dave is too drunk to actually remember spending time together in here.

“Want some?” Cliff says, referencing the blunt in his hand.

“Sure,” Dave says, reaching his hand out, but Cliff just shakes his head, beckoning him closer.

“C’mhere.”

Dave swallows but does as he’s told, crawling onto Cliff’s bed. Cliff drags him closer by a hand in his tshirt.

He sucks on the end of his joint, inhaling, before leaning forwards.

Their lips nearly touch, and Dave opens his mouth so that Cliff can blow the smoke in.

Dave inhales it, coughing slightly. He never was one to do pot, but he can’t help but love the gooey feeling it gives him.

“Like that?” Cliff says, voice low.

Dave just nods dumbly.

Cliff sucks on the joint again before dragging Dave even further forward. Dave goes willingly, but with the closer proximity, his hardening cock bashes straight into Cliff’s knee.

He lets out a moan before his eyes widen. Cliff just smirks before pulling him into a kiss, at the same time blowing the smoke into Dave’s mouth.

Dave splutters but Cliff keeps him close, this time pressing his knee into Dave’s crotch.

Dave melts at the sensation, hands coming up to fist in Cliff’s tshirt. Cliff puts the joint on the ash tray next to them before snaking his hands all over Dave’s body.

Dave whines, rocking forwards, and Cliff uses the opportunity to pull Dave’s cock out of his boxers.

He pumps him quickly, hand sliding in the precum already drooling from the head of Dave’s cock, and Dave moans, a shudder running through him.

Cliff starts to kiss at his neck, licking a stripe behind Dave’s ear, and Dave’s already so close. He never lasts long when he’s high.

Cliff speeds up, and Dave rocks his hips into his hand before finally he comes, spilling all over Cliff’s hand.

“Good boy,” Cliff murmurs. He brings his come stained hand up to his lips before licking away Dave’s come.

Dave moans at that, and Cliff smirks.

“Get undressed.”

Dave does as he’s told, quickly getting out of his clothes, and Cliff does the same before they’re both naked.

Dave quickly gets into Cliff’s lap, and Cliff holds his fingers up to his lips.

“Suck.”

Dave’s eyes widen but opens his mouth, letting Cliff’s fingers push in. He slobbers all over them, webbing his tongue around the digits before Cliff pulls them out.

Cliff’s fingers trail down to Dave’s crack before dipping in between, rubbing the pads of his fingers against Dave’s hole. Dave sucks in a breath, hooking his arms around Cliff’s neck as Cliff pushes a finger in.

Dave keens, humping back onto Cliff’s finger, feeling it stretch him out before two fingers slide into him. They press at his prostate incessantly before scissoring outwards, and Dave shifts his hips, his whines swallowed by Cliff’s mouth.

He guesses he should feel embarrassed for how fast he’s already needing to come again, but Cliff starts sucking at his neck at the same time he jabs his fingers into Dave’s prostate, and Dave finally lets go.

His whole body tenses as he comes, his come splattering over Cliff’s stomach. Cliff fucks him through it before moving upwards to kiss him softly.

[ghostclefable]

when the party's over

Tags: Post-war fluff. No beta read. Depictions of anxiety, depression, and ptsd. Comfort. Izuku is bad at feelings. Bkdk if you squint.

Summary: Izuku struggles with reality at Aoyama's going away party.

Izuku stood at the top of the first floor landing of the Class 2-A dorm, mentally steeling himself for the night ahead. He was already late, having wasted a few hours laying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. He inhaled deeply and descended into the communal area.

Though Yuga said he wanted a small, private going away party, their communal area had been transformed into an elegant visage. The humble light that once hung above their space had been replaced with a stunning chandelier dripping with shimmering gemstones. Sparkly streamers adorned the walls, as well as glitter filled balloons. The tables were pushed against the wall, covered in an array of hors d'oeuvres: deviled eggs, an impressive selection of cheeses, multiple types of crackers, a fondue fountain, a spread of fancy meats, grapes, melons, and many more. The open floor space was split into two sections, one for mingling and one for dancing. At the end of the dancing side sat two large speakers on stands, hooked up to someone’s (probably Kyoka’s) phone. 

Izuku expected nothing less from the boy whose hero name begged you to admire his dazzling quirk. He would miss Yuga’s penchant for extravagance. 

Most of 2-A had already arrived, along with a few of the teachers and Mr. and Mrs. Aoyama. A few of the students – namely Ochaco, Tenya, and Momo – headed the charge for setting up the party. Izuku was a part of the handful of students that were still in recovery from the war, and others had stepped up to help.

Izuku was greeted by a chorus of “hey”s as he walked towards the food tables. Izuku waved at his friends, then descended upon the delicious-looking foods. After he filled his small plate – consciously avoiding the cheese – and grabbed a plastic flute of sparkling grape juice, he made his way to Yuga.

Yuga’s light blouse draped over his shoulders, while his purple sequined pants twinkled under the dimmed party lights. There was a twinkle in his eyes once he saw Izuku approaching.

“Bienvenue et bonne nuit, mon ami!” Yuga said, striking a pose. “I’m so glad to see you, my dear Midoriya. I was just thinking about you.”

“Thinking only good things, I hope, Aoyama,” Izuku said sheepishly. “I’m happy to be here, but sad to see you go, you know?”

“Oui, but that is fate. So I want to go out in a bang with the ones who allowed me to shine the brightest!” Izuku could swear that the air around Yuga sparkled as he spoke.

“Right! Let’s make the best of it tonight!” Izuku raised his glass to Yuga, and the guest of honor clinked his glass to Izuku’s.

Izuku and Yuga chatted for a few minutes – how he’s been doing, what he was planning to do after UA – before a change in music inspired Yuga to shout “This is my song!” and bid Izuku adieu. The green haired boy watched as Yuga shimmied his way towards the dance floor, soon joined by Mina, Toru, Hanta, and Denki.

Izuku made his way to an unoccupied wall and indulged in his tray of goodies, observing his friends. Eijiro was emphatically explaining something to Mezo and Mashirao. Izuku spotted Rikido and Minoru in the kitchen, apparently still decorating a cake. (Izuku was confused why the cake was being made so late until he spotted a patch of uncleaned frosting on the floor. Perhaps a party foul claimed the first attempt.) Tsuyu, Tenya, Ochaco, Kyoka, and Momo were hovering between the precipice of the dance floor and the mingling area. Koji and Fumikage were enjoying each other’s company as far away from the speakers as they could be. Katsuki and Shoto were notably absent.

As Izuku sipped his sparkling white grape juice, he felt his mind slip away from the party, his friends, the moment.

Was this a party, or a living wake? The room flashed before him, showing when they all first moved into the dorms shortly after Katsuki was rescued, and the ensuing room tours that took place. Izuku wondered what would become of the once dazzling room next to his.

Yuga shouldn’t be the one leaving. He had betrayed them, but without his help would Izuku have been able to end All for One? Izuku’s heart clenched. After everything, Yuga proved himself to be a hero, and he still had a quirk. Izuku didn’t.

Only himself, All Might, and the Bakugo’s knew that One for All remained as smoldering embers inside of Izuku. Soon the scarce flame would extinguish, and he would once again be quirkless.

And then what?

Izuku’s entire chest tightened now, as it did every time he thought about what his life would be like after One for All. Questions assaulted his thoughts. Would he be forced to leave Class 2-A without a quirk? Or forced to leave UA entirely? Could anyone in this room look at him the same if he was quirkless? Would they accept him? Would any of them still be his friends? How could he stand here lamenting Yuga’s voluntary departure when it should be Izuku in his place?

Through short shallow breaths, Izuku realized he needed air.

He downed the rest of his drink and sat the empty cup, as well as his near full plate of food, on a nearby surface. Izuku sneakily exited the commons to the front deck, latching onto the railing. 

His eyes screwed shut while taking several deep breaths. Izuku counted backwards from ten, and gradually grounded himself in the present once more.

It was a warm June evening with a light breeze rustling through the trees. The speakers inside thumped to the tune of a classic rock ballad, the bass reverberating through the door and windows of the dorm. The sweet taste of sparkling grape juice lingered on his tongue. 

The war was over. Izuku was alive and safe. Everything was ok.

“You good over there?” Izuku snapped his head to look at the source of the voice: Katsuki. The blonde leaned with his back against the railing, his body facing the dormitory.

“Kacchan,” Izuku said softly, shocked by his friend’s presence. He remembered himself, settling into a bashful demeanor. He nervously rubbed the shaved side of his head. “Oh, yeah, I just needed some fresh air.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows were knitted together. Izuku realized that he hated that look – pity – on his face.

“What about you Kacchan? I didn’t see you inside at all.”

Thankfully, this made Katsuki’s expression change, softening. He tapped his left hand to his chest. “The loud music, the crowd. It’s not good in large doses. I said hi to Twinkles when the party started and I’ve been out here ever since. I figured people would be in and out, and I’d talk to them then.” Katsuki shrugged and looked down at his chest. “Parties were never my thing anyway, now I have an excuse to sit out.”

A small smirk grew on Izuku’s lips. “But you still came.” Katsuki glanced up at Izuku. “Even though you’re the most beat up of us all, you’re here. You wanted to be here, with your friends.” Izuku chuckled, then he added in a voice mimicking his childhood self, “So cool, Kacchan!”

Red tinged Katsuki’s cheeks and Izuku could tell he was holding back a typical overexaggerated reaction. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Katsuki muttered.

The two boys eased into a comfortable silence. The music inside transitioned to something slower with a powerful bassline. Izuku’s attention shifted to the horizon, a mosaic of blues and purples speckled with orange and pink light leftover from the setted sun. The view of the city from the UA dorms had always been beautiful. Now it was populated with visible reconstruction efforts in the distance. Izuku felt conflicted by the sight.

On one hand, it was inspiring to see how quickly Japan was bouncing back from this tragedy. On the other hand, if Izuku hadn’t been pulled away, if he had been at the fight with Tomura– Tenko from the start, would there have been less carnage? Maybe he could have saved Tenko before All for One took over. Maybe Izuku would still have One for All. Maybe Katsuki wouldn’t have been hurt so badly.

Izuku’s eyes quickly flickered to Katsuki to observe the damage. Could this all have been prevented?

The scar on his cheek. His right arm in a sling, with his right hand completely bandaged. The heart monitor on his wrist that worked in tandem with another somewhere beneath his shirt.

The hole in his chest. Blood on his face. Blood pouring out of his mouth. Blood everywhere. Katsuki is dead. Kacchan is dead.

“Stop it, Izuku,” Katsuki asserted, making Izuku’s gaze snap back to his face.

“Stop… Stop what?” Izuku’s knuckles were white from gripping the railing so tightly.

Katsuki angrily sighed. “Stop looking at me like I’m the toy you broke.”

Izuku recoiled from Katsuki’s choice of words. “Kacchan, I wasn’t–”

“Plans don’t always go perfectly, and during the war shit went sideways. Every decision I made on the battlefield was mine to make. I decided to keep fighting Shigaraki. I decided to get back up when All Might was dying. And I decided to fly my broken body across the country to help you win. It happened, it’s over, and we can’t change it.” Realizing how intense he had gotten, Katsuki paused to breathe and steady himself. “We just have to... accept our new realities. Whatever that means.”

Izuku let Katsuki’s words sink in, looking down.

Hesitantly, he replied, “Like how I’m going to be quirkless again?”

It was Katsuki’s turn to be caught off guard. They hadn’t really spoken since Katsuki visited him in the hospital, where the revelation of One for All fading brought Katsuki to tears. 

“I proved to myself that even a quirkless kid could be a hero, albeit with borrowed power.” Katsuki cringed at Izuku – those were his words. “And still… I can’t shake it Kacchan…” Izuku’s voice began to quiver. “That someday I’m going to wake up from this wonderful dream and I'll just be that friendless, quirkless loser that you hate.” 

When he looked over to Katsuki, he saw a younger version of the boy, no older than seven. He wondered if he looked the same in Katsuki’s eyes now.

Voice still shaking, he quietly asked, “Do you still hate me, Kacchan?”

Before Katsuki could respond, the front door opened and Tenya appeared in the doorway. The loud music from inside bled through the now open door.

“Ah! Midoriya, Bakugo. There you are.” Tenya looked between the two boys, clearly sensing the tension. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting something.” 

Izuku composed himself in record time. If his eyes had misted before, they were dry now.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izuku said with a smile. “What’s up Iida?”

Iida briefly looked past the boys, making them turn to see Shoto approaching the dorms. “Todoroki, you’re here too. Good. Sato just finished decorating the cake. Would you like to come get a slice?”

Izuku met Katsuki’s gaze, hesitating.

“Cake sounds good,” Shoto said from the steps. “I could use some levity after my family meeting.”

“Yeah,” Izuku replied to Shoto while still looking at Katsuki, “cake should lighten the mood.”

Katsuki’s expression was unreadable to Izuku, an emotion that looked out of place on his face. Katsuki’s eyes were searching Izuku’s for something. Unable to find what he was looking for, the blonde sighed and shook his head. “Nah. Doc says I’ve gotta watch my cholesterol.” 

Tenya and Shoto exchanged a glance. They and Izuku moved to head inside. 

Katsuki grabbed Izuku’s arm with his good hand. Izuku looked over his shoulder at him. Katsuki opened and closed his mouth a few times.

Then, he found his words.

“Izuku. I don’t hate you. And they don’t hate you either.” Katsuki's voice was quiet, almost difficult to hear over the music. Izuku tensed under Katsuki’s grip. “None of us will ever hate you for something stupid like a quirk.”

Time slowed, the music coming from inside the house muffling. It was like they were the only two people in the world.

“You belong in there just as much as any of us, got it?” Katsuki said encouragingly. “And… if you want to talk…” A blush inexplicably crept onto Katsuki’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. “I’m here for you. No matter what happens.”

Izuku swallowed nerves that had climbed up his throat. Boldly, he asked, “For the rest of our lives, Kacchan?”

Katsuki gently squeezed Izuku’s arm, his face redder than before. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, nerd.”

He let go of Izuku and shooed him. “Go eat your cake.”

Izuku laughed at Katsuki’s strange way of expressing his fondness, and a new feeling bloomed in Izuku’s chest. Hope, mixed with something fluttery.

“Thank you, Kacchan.”

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A/N: Hope you liked it! I was inspired to write this on a whim yesterday and it just poured out of me. I'd love to hear your thoughts 🙂‍↕️💜

[daddydoddsjr]

Three’s Company

Pairing || Nolan Price x female!reader x Rafael Barba

Part 2/?

Contents/Warnings || Jealousy, angst, Nolan spoiling tf out of you, possessive Nolan, using money to buy love, brief SVU related work talk, implied smut, yandere vibes if you squint real hard

Authors Note || this chapter is to establish more relationship between y/n and nolan— more rafael to come in the next character !

Part 1

Nolan could tell. Of course he could. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was the jealous type; the quiet jealous type that wouldn’t say much but would dote on you the next day at some attempt to remind you that you were dating him. He could tell Rafael liked you just by his eyes. The look in them when they landed on you was the same that Nolan himself had.

His typical jealous doting began the morning after he met Rafael. He had spent the night in your apartment and woke up before you and made breakfast. Thankfully, you had the day off and Nolan’s case load was small so he called the office saying he was sick and couldn’t come in. He made chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, toast, all before you woke up. He carefully placed the plate on a tray and brought it into your bedroom.

“Y/N, honey,” He said gently, placing the tray on his side of the bed before sitting beside you. You stirred, “Nolan?”

“I made you breakfast,” He watched as you stretched, opening your eyes slowly. “Breakfast?” You repeated.

“You had enough stuff around for me to make pancakes.”

“What’s the occasion?” You sat up.

“Just… want to spoil you today is all,” He placed the tray over your lap, “Why don’t I bring you shopping after you eat?”

“Nolan… you’re sure there’s no occasion?”

“Can’t I ever be nice?” He joked with a half smile.

“I guess so,” You giggled, “Thank you.”

—

You weren’t thinking about Rafael, but Nolan certainly was. He trusted you, of course, but he didn’t trust other men. You were young and beautiful while Nolan was older and thought his looks were fleeting at this point. He was only reminded of this as he watched you try in multiple dresses in a clothing store you had led him into. He watched as your face lit up at each new dress you tried on and saw how each dress hugged your curves. He saw a younger man or two walk by or into the fitting room hallway and eye you quickly. It made his blood boil but he kept his attention on you.

You were being price conscious but Nolan still managed to convince you to get absolutely anything you wanted. He even bought a few extra things for you without you noticing. You had to admit, you loved it when he took you out for days like this. You always tried to return the favour in any way you could, and you liked to do little special things for him at random too.

When the two of you went back to your apartment, you were giddy and rushed into your bedroom to un-bag all of your new items. Nolan was keeping the things he had secretly bought for you in a bag that contained a few new shirts he had gotten for himself. He followed you to the bedroom and set his bag down, watching you lay out all of your new things on the bed carefully.

“I have a few surprises for you.”

“Oh, Nolan…” You looked at him, “How can you have more after buying me so much?”

“They’re just a few things I picked up while we were out,” He pulled a few small jewellery boxes out of his bag from underneath his new shirts. He stood in front of you, opening one of the small boxes and revealing a silver bracelet that was made of silver hearts. He took your hand and hooked it onto your wrist carefully.

“Nolan…” You began, about to thank him.

“Don’t say anything yet,” Nolan softly interrupted you and picked up another box, “Turn, face the mirror.” You obliged, facing the full length mirror that you had beside your bed. You watched him through the mirror as his hands moved around your neck, placing a necklace on your chest and fastening it. You gently touched it; it was a silver chain with a silver bejewelled heart attached it. You turned back to face him but bit your tongue to keep yourself from saying anything since he was opening the final box. He pulled out a silver and diamond embedded ring and slid it onto your left hands ring finger.

“Is this..?”

“A promise ring maybe? If you’ll agree to that.”

You teared up and hugged him tightly, burying your face into his neck, “Yes, of course I’ll agree! Thank you so much, Nolan, I don’t even know how I can repay you for this much stuff—“

“You don’t have to repay me for anything,” He hugged you back tightly for a moment before kissing the side of your head. Your grip loosened on Nolan as you back away slightly just to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you spent the rest of the night showing him just how much you appreciate him.

(links to the ring, necklace, bracelet)

—

Rafael was back at SVU to speak with Olivia and Fin about some evidence on a current case; you were at your desk checking out a website on your computer that you thought contained pictures underaged girls in illegal activities for their ages. When Rafael exited Olivia’s office, he hesitantly walked up to your desk. He just wanted to make small talk about normal things. Work, the weather, family, literally anything. He was hoping that continuous normalcy between the two of you would help his feelings for you go away, especially along with the knowledge that you had a boyfriend.

“Y/N,” He greeted.

“Hi, Barba,” You smiled at him, leaning back in your chair and taking a break from staring at your computer screen, “How are you?”

“Overworked,” He gave you a half smile, his eyes landing on the necklace you were wearing before trailing down to your wrist to see a bracelet that was peaking out from your blazer sleeve. He had never seen you wear this jewellery before. “Those are pretty,” He pointed them out.

You grinned, “Right? Nolan bought them for me yesterday when he brought me out shopping. I didn’t even know he had gotten them until we got home.”

“Oh,” Rafael regretted asking now, “That’s sweet. They look beautiful on you.”

“Thank you.”

Rafael quickly moved to another topic, trying his normalcy tactic, but as soon as he left the station he felt his heart plummet to the bottom of his stomach. He didn’t know how long he could keep this bottled up.

[pfhwrittes]

Hey P! 👻🎁🍬 for the ask game! -- Charlie SentientCave

charlie of @sentientcave fame! delightful to have you here my friend! 💜

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

price is an everton supporter, not liverpool fc (scandalous to the fandom and barry sloane in particular)

soap had an affair with a married couple, as in he was the "other man" for both of them.

gaz won't eat beef. he saw the hooks used to hold them for butchering (and listened to ghost's... memories) on a mission and now it makes him feel a little green around the gills whenever he sees a tray of burger patties in the supermarket.

ghost's salary is paid into an account that price opened for him. ghost has access to the debit card but it's registered in price's name so he just withdraws his monthly salary in cash and shoves it in various envelopes around his room on base.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

i can't remember if i've shared this before but i'll share a wee snippet of the simon x reader fic i've been poking at

simon will never admit this under pain of torture (and he knows torture) but giving you a lift to work in the morning and driving you home at the end of your shift might just be his favourite times of day.  it starts like this, he retires from the armed forces. or rather, he’s medically discharged. whatever, it’s irrelevant. either way, he’s been kicked out of the structure and security of an institution that he’s known since he was 16 and he’s back in dingy old manchester with fuck all to do but watch shitty daytime telly in his depressing flat under a name that’s half his own.  simon riley is dead. simon is alive. sort of.

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

technically i only write for one fandom as i haven't published fics for anything other than CoD 😅 but i have a Fallout 4 WIP on the go and a WIP for ITV's Passenger languishing in my google drive currently.

as for my favourite cod fic? well... that's also a WIP but a close second is chasing this bittersweet feeling.

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