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[dixidin]

PANTY AND STOCKING FANS HOW ARE WE FEELING?!?!???

[dyli-dadi3]

Kinktober

Day one: Voyeurism

You and Leon are in the middle of having some fun, but what will you two do when Chris unintentionally interrupts?

Summary: Chris is invited to watch you two go at it after interrupting you and Leon accidentally and despite his embarrassment at first, he soon finds himself enjoying it. Tags: Voyeurism, p in v sex, doggy style, riding, light spanking, pussy spanking, masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, slight daddy kink.

The sound of sex filled the small room of Leon’s apartment, the soft plapping being accompanied by moans into the soft pink pillow that you bought specifically for when the two of you had fun. He smirked at the memory, your smiling face showing him your phone with a house decor website pulled up, that pink pillow cover on the front. You had looked at him with that adorable smile, telling him how you had found the perfect pillow to use. The cover was waterproof and stain-resistant, so it would be easy to clean up anything that got on it. You were so proud to show him that he didn't have the heart to tell his sweet girl that the regular pillows work just fine.

He had immediately imagined you drooling all over it when you first suggested its use, eyes rolled back and hands gripping onto the pink fabric as you tried to hold back moans for the comfort of your neighbors.

Leon groaned as he felt his dick being squeezed like a stress toy, the sensation pulling him back from his reminiscing as he looked down at the similar view. He trailed his hand down the curve of your spine, applying pressure so that you would arch more. The help was well appreciated, as he felt you moan your pleas to “Oh my god, yes, yes, right there! Please, please, please! Don't stop!” Leon brought his hand up, about to redden the soft skin of your ass when he heard the ring of his phone. He huffed, opting to squeeze the soft flesh as he grabbed the phone with his free hand.

Oh, it was Chris… This was going to be fun.

Leon saw out of his peripheral how you turned your head to look at him, expecting him to stop and answer the call.

Well, you got one thing right.

He smirked as he saw the realization dawn on you, the shock clear on your cute little face as he spoke to Chris on the phone, still giving you shallow thrusts. “Hey Chris, ain’t it a little late to be calling?” He smirked, his eyes lowering to watch you tense in fear of the man on the other phone finding out what he was doing to you. Leon bit his lip to stifle a groan as you subsequently tightened around him, giving you a sharp thrust in a warning.

“Yeah, well I know you don’t care about the time of day, you barely sleep.” Leon heard Chris chuckle, a small pause on the other end. “Well, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to get some drinks at the Clam…Are you okay?” Chris asked, a twinge of concern lacing his tone. Leon responded, watching with a frown as you hid your face in the pillow.

How dare you hide your face from him? He just came back after a long mission, he wants to see his baby feel good.

Leon grabbed your jaw, turning it to face him once again. “Yeah, I'm just a little busy with my baby right now,” Leon said with a raspy voice, beginning to care less and less for being quiet as he began properly thrusting into your pussy again. It had only been a minute, but he already missed the sound your wet pussy made when he fucked you good. Despite your best efforts to stay quiet, Leon heard the moans and whimpers that slipped past your lips.

The worry of Chris hearing the two of you was in the back of his mind, too caught up in the cute sounds you and your body were making. Although you were way more reserved in your noises, your pussy didn’t mind, she was needy and liked to show how much she was enjoying it. Every thrust, no matter how small, was always accompanied by lewd sounds. Leon liked to call you Mac. You had asked why one day, and when he responded with a sly smile, you turned red and shoved his shoulder in embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry, then,” Chris said softly, his voice strained.

Oh, he totally heard that soft little whine you let out, lucky him.

“You could always just come here to hang out, Chris. You’re always welcome.” Leon said with a sadistic smile at the sight of your panic and shock.

What? Didn’t you say that you wanted to fuck in a changing room the day before on his plane ride back home? You were teasing him the entire time, getting him so hard that he had to relieve himself in the bathroom before the plane landed. Now that was weird…

So what’s the difference? There was a good chance that you would have gotten caught in that little fantasy of yours, and they already were ratted by your loud noises. It was Chris, for god’s sake, at least it wasn’t some random stranger who would probably report you to a fat mall cop for the two of you to get arrested for exhibitionism! What’s wrong with one of the boys seeing?

“O-Oh, you don’t mean that, do you, Leon? I can always come later.” Chris blurted out. Leon could imagine the flush on that bear of a man’s face.

“Of course I mean it, weren’t you the one wondering why I’m so ‘whipped’ for her? Come see why.” Leon smirked, his hand caressing where he had groped your cheek earlier.

There was a pregnant pause on the other end, and Leon knew Chris well enough that he wouldn’t refuse. Man’s been suffering a dry spell and it was getting to him.

“I don’t know if she’d like it…” Chris sighed, clearly in limbo by Leon’s sudden offer.

This just made Leon smirk, bringing the phone down to your face, all cock dumb. What a cutie… His cutie.

“Go on, sweetie. Tell Chris how much you would love for him to come and watch you be my fucktoy.” Leon urged, smirking as he felt you clench at his words. He knew you wanted it no matter how much you’d deny it. He always knows what his princess wants.

“I-I would love for you to come and watch, Chris.” The both of them hear your small voice speak into the phone, voice slightly frayed from all the moaning you were previously doing into the pillow.

Leon tutted at you, finally landing that firm spank he had been itching to give you. “Now, baby, that’s not what you call him,” Leon warned, poking the corner of his phone into your cheek.

“I would love for you to come and watch us, sir.” You quickly amended, earning a smile from Leon and a soft groan from the other end, the low timbre of his voice making the phone vibrate against your cheek.

“There you go, baby. Acting all sweet for Chris. He likes that, y’know?” Leon smirked, taking the phone back and saying his goodbyes to Chris, the latter of the two frantically rushing into his car.

With that, Leon looked down at you, poor thing shaking from pleasure or adrenaline, he didn’t know yet. “So pretty, baby, squeezing my cock like that.” He smiled, pulling out of your drippy heat so that he could flip you onto your back. “Chris is gonna love you. Always been wonderin’ why I’m so obsessed. Told him that maybe one day he could watch us and see for himself.” Leon smiled fondly, trailing his hand down to run along your puffy slit. “Poor baby, been waiting this whole time to come. Guess she’s gonna have to wait a little longer.” He whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your hard clit, softly sucking on it just to get a cute gasp from you before pulling away with a chuckle.

He continued to lazily thumb along your pussy until he heard rapid knocking at the door. “Looks like our company is here, shouldn’t we greet them?” Leon grinned, pulling away so the two of you could stand up. In no time, the door was opened, revealing a very flushed Chris with tight pants at the door.

“You look horrible, man.” Leon chuckled, his arm around your waist. He had slipped on a comfy pair of sweats while you put on the t-shirt that had been thrown on the floor when this all started.

“Your fault, or should I say hers?” Chris smiles at you, taking a step inside and closing the door behind him. Leon chuckled at Chris' joke, pinching your cheek as they all walked to the modest room. The only light was the lamp standing proudly in the corner, just like the two cocks in the room.

In no time, Leon brought you back to the bed, sitting on the edge while he pulled you by the hips into his lap. Chris stood in the corner, his hands in his pocket and his foot tapping in a random rhythm as he looked anywhere but the bed. Leon squeezed your hip, hooking your legs on his so that you were spread. “Come on, Chris. Don’t be shy and see how pretty this pussy is. All nice and wet for me.” Leon purred, trailing a hand up your thigh while the other flattened on your stomach. Leon smiled at the sound of your pretty whimpers, pressing his lips to the crook of your neck as he began to play with your folds again.

The sound pulled Chris’s eyes in between your legs like a honeytrap, his jaw going slack at the sight. “You weren’t joking…” Chris whispered, watching as Leon’s middle finger disappeared into your cunt. As he saw you tremble in Leon’s arms, gripping his biceps as you were being thoroughly worked up to an orgasm, he tried to ignore the way his dick was throbbing. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything. It was his friend for heaven’s sake! And his girlfriend to boot!

Leon had been watching through his lashes, seeing Chris’ inner turmoil. “Sit in the chair, Chris.” He offered, jutting his chin out to the big, stuffed chair conveniently placed right in front of them. It was where you liked to sit since you could see everything from there. Chris blinked, his eyes focusing as he reluctantly looked at the chair, sitting down. He immediately went back to the scene unfolding in front of him, your shirt being pulled up to reveal your pebbled nipples. Chris’ breath hitched, seeing the way Leon’s hand pinched and squeezed the flesh, the skin dimpling under the pressure. You seemed to like that, he noted, watching the way you let out a deep moan and a wave of slick gushed out of your hole.

With every passing second, the sound of your pleading whimpers chipped away at the will of both men. Leon had slipped off his sweats at this point, his cock pressed up against your back as his tip leaked pre on your back like a faucet. Chris sat there, his fists clenched so hard his knuckles were stark white.

Leon couldn't handle it anymore, the sound of you begging had eroded his resolve to mere pebbles, and in no time he was moving to slip inside of you again. He grabbed his dick, lining it with your entrance before dropping you down on himself. With a groan, Leon grabbed your other hip and began pounding into you again, using his grip to slam you down on his cock. "There you go, baby. Poor cunt had been beggin' for it." He whined, your cunt squeezing the life out of him as the veins in his arms popped.

"Fuck, Leon, you always talk this dirty to her?" Chris let out a deep breath, finally trailing a hand to palm his aching erection.

"Every damn day," Leon hissed, slamming you down on him and slapping your clit with a firm hand. "Needy pussy just loves being Daddy's slut."

You sobbed out in pleasure, your whole body tensing as your orgasm took you by surprise. Tears streaked down your rosy cheeks and Leon groaned as he felt your pussy cream all over his cock. The feeling had Leon spurting ropes into your womb, or at least it felt like it. The man was hitting it so deep you thought he was bruising your cervix.

Chris never looked away, biting his lip as he felt himself join the two of you over the edge. He would never admit it, but that was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced, and he was flushed with shame at how easy it was for him to come.

"So, you see why I'm so needy for her?" Leon finally spoke after catching his breath, pressing a kiss to your jaw, his hand caressing your sweaty skin.

"...Yeah, I do..." Chris groaned, covering the front of his pants as he clumsily made his way out the front door.

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Oooh okay congrats btw and I have TWO b/c I can't make up my mind and you can just pick one PLEASE!!

1. Wolf!Chan X human!reader

'Oh no not until you beg'

OR...

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'You look good enough to eat'

Because get it??? He's a siren haha

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     The ocean was dangerous; heavily unexplored and no one knew what lurked below. But if the creatures below wanted to be seen, they’d show.

     “You’re back,” Hyunjin smiled as he swam from the ocean entrance to the enclosed cove.

     “I promised I would be,” Y/n smiled as she dropped her bag down and sat on the ledge, dipping her feet in the water as the siren swam closer.

     “Going to actually get in the water with me today?” Hyunjin asked

     “I’m not going out in the ocean,” Y/n told him

     “We won’t. Just float in here,” Hyunjin offered 

     “Alright,” Y/n agreed, standing up and taking off her shorts and top, leaving her in the swimsuit she wore underneath. 

     Hyunjin helped her into the water, instantly pulling her close to him to lap her afloat easier. He’d never deny his attraction to the human, but that didn’t mean he’d say it to her either. He knew their relationship could never work. Two different worlds and they were sneaking around in coves. But having her this close and the way she looked in the swimsuit was making him question all of it. 

     “Hyunjin?” Y/n asked 

     “Hm?” He hummed

     “What are you thinking about?” She asked, brushing back his wet hair

     “Thinking how you look just about good enough to eat.”

     “Coming from a siren, that’s a little scary.”

     “Not like that.”

     Even in the cold water, Y/n felt like her body was on fire. Hyunjin just weirdly confessed to her and all she could do was kiss him. The siren wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed them up against the rocky wall of the cave. “Hyunjin,” Y/n moaned

     “Need you,” Hyunjin said, practically tearing the fabric off her before disappearing underwater. Y/n looked down, seeing the black hair floating as he moved her legs over his shoulders.

     Y/n barely managed to grab hold of the rocks behind her when she felt his plump lips she spent hours staring at wrap around her clit. A gasp left her as he sucked on the bud, his nails digging into the tops of her thighs to keep her close to him. 

     She felt a twinge of guilt that she might be covering his gills but the way his tongue danced with her clit made her forget quickly. She let her head fall back against the rocky wall. Her moans echoing off the walls as Hyunjin pushed tw webbed fingers into her. She managed to reach underwater and grab a handful of his hair. 

     She couldn’t hear him moan but she could definetly feel the sound vibrating her clit. His lips and tongue working the small bundle of nerves all while his fingers brushed up against her walls. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to last between his lips and fingers. 

     Her body felt hot as her back arched off the wall of the cave and the knot she barely felt forming snapped. Cumming on the siren’s fingers and feeling his tongue on her entrance too. If it wasn’t for Hyunjin holding her up she would sink into the water. He came up from the water and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her steady.

     “Taste better than I thought,” he teased

     “Think you’re tongue works better than a siren song,” Y/n told him, arms wrapping around his shoulders

      “Let’s get you on land, maybe get to our main course.”

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[taisho-era-secrets]

Don't look at me as I fumble some quick Rengoku fluff out of my pocket as I trip and fall. Listen, I've been a little sad lately (just a little, just a little) and Rengoku keeps me going. I also don't know if this has been done before or not but I'm still tossing it out here.

CW: Talks of disability, hard of hearing Rengoku. This is a sfw fic, savor it while you can. We're going right back to business after this.

It all came to a still - the hustle and bustle of the day, the work, the errands. The seemingly nonstop chaos always comes to a still at the end of the day as you lace your fingers in with his. The nightly ritual of just connecting was something that you both looked forward to, but as you lay here you couldn't help but feel this twinge that something was... off. Something was a little different this time around and it wasn't welcomed, sending ripples into the oasis that you had so desperately looked forward to.

Your cheeks rubbed against his chest as you looked up at him and noticed his gaze burning a hole into the ceiling, brows pinched together, deep in thought.

He was never really good at hiding his emotions.

"Kyojuro?"

"Hm?"

Blinking back into reality, he tilted his head intently towards you, locks of hair draping and bunching around his face. He tried to beam brightly at you like he normally does. But again, he was never really good at hiding his emotions. Your lips pursed, letting him know that you knew something was up.

He was caught. And he knew it.

"My apologies, I just..."

His fingers wove into yours tighter as they rested intertwined atop his stomach. You could hear the anxious thump of his heart as the fire in his eyes simmered to a calm ember and his muscles relaxed just slightly. Then those eyes wandered away, avoiding your concerned gaze as you could see the cogs in his head start to return back to his previous thoughts.

"Earlier... When we were making dinner, you said something to me... and I couldn't quite hear it," his voice was softer than normal as he recalled the event to you.

"Please don't mistake my concern, I'm not upset at you by any means, but..."

His lips pinched together for a moment as you could read the pain in his tone.

"It dawned on me," his voice started to waver a bit. "You already know that my sense of hearing is... not the greatest. I can hear you when you're close to me like this."

His hand brought yours up closer as his lips brushed against your knuckles. That worried look on his face grew stronger as if he was done fighting himself and had decided to sink into the abyss of his thoughts.

"I'm worried at the possibility that I may not be able to hear you at all one day."

You sank back down into his warm chest. It wasn't something that ever really crossed your mind before, but you could tell this thought wasn't something that just suddenly popped into his mind. It was something that was formed gradually over time from his insecurity.

"Not being able to hear your voice is... a devastating thought. The thought of my body eventually betraying me like that as I grow older is alarming."

You were at a loss for words for a moment; There was rarely a time that Kyojuro showed that anything was getting to him like this. He was usually able to power through his concerns, dismissing them as a waste of worries, but this one seemed to have festered for a while. That same fear he expressed was seeping into you as well. What if there was a day you knew that he couldn't hear you tell him how much he meant to you? How much you loved him?

Then it hit you.

"Kyojuro..."

His eyes came back to you like the rays of sunlight peaking through the storm. You untangled your fingers and lifted his hand close to you. The puzzled look he gave you as you pressed his fingers firmly against your vocal cords made you smile.

"You can feel this, right?"

His expression softened, a smile slowly tugging on the edges of his mouth as his fingers caressed your neck.

"Yes."

"You can feel this just as much as you can feel my love for you, and that's something that can't be taken away with time," when those words fell out of your mouth, you could see the realization hit him.

And there he was again, slowly coming back to his usual self as a chuckle bubbled out from his chest. There was a silent realization that he was rubbing off on you with his motivational speeches, but that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

"That's very true," he smiled so brightly, the dewy wetness of his narrowed eyes sparkling. "I don't know what the future may hold, but at least I know that... and I can keep that close to me in my heart forever."

[trumpkinhotboy]

honeymoon | j.b

pairing. jacob black x reader

type. requested (thank youu)

warnings. none

word count. ~ 2000

a/n. i just had a twilight marathon and uhm yeah 🧍‍♀️ my obsession with jacob black and this whole universe is very much so still alive lmao. got this request and it made me want to scream and cry and throw up because can you imagine marrying him??? RAAAH anyway, hope you all will like this mwah xx

Ever since you had said I do to the love of your life, a permanent smile illuminated your face. So much so that your cheek muscles felt sore but you wouldn't trade that pain for anything else in the world.

The reception had been everything you could have ever wished for. It was intimate, only your families had been invited, people from the tribe and a few friends. You had the wedding on the reservation, and Emily made sure the whole setup had been turned into a magical fairy ambiance and you danced the night away surrounded by your loved ones. Jacob seemed on top of the world, his eyes never leaving your face, pure adoration shining in them. When the night came to a close, your excitement only grew as you headed to your own little home. It was a project you had been working on all summer. A quaint house, built in the woods of the reservation, close to your family. It was the house of your dreams and your heart squeezed in your chest at the sight of it and the future it promised you. Jacob carried you in his arms from the party, bridal style, insisting on holding up with the tradition. You crossed the threshold and stared adoringly at the scene in front of your eyes. Your friends had decorated the whole house with flowers and little presents to make sure you would feel all their love and happiness for your union.

You looked at the man holding you up like you weighed nothing, his eyes already locked on your face. The softness and intensity in his gaze made your organs quiver. "Aren’t you going to put me down?" you asked quietly.

"I'm not quite ready to let go yet," he murmured with a little grin.

"We’re married now, I really can’t escape you anymore, you know," you teased but felt his hands imperceptibly tighten on your body at your words. You smiled softly, lifting your hand to cup his warm cheek. "Not that I would ever want to." He nodded before you brought your lips to his, unable to wait any longer. You melted into him, feeling his grip tighten as you deepened the kiss while your breaths synced perfectly. You felt him start to move and hoped he would bring you to the room of your desire. When you heard the door of your bedroom open and felt him sit on the bed, you smiled in the kiss. Softly he pulled away, his breath ragged and fast.

"You okay there hubby?" he nodded with his eyelids shut tight, as if he was trying hard to focus. "Jacob, look at me." He finally opened his eyes and what you saw in them wasn’t what you expected. Fear and uncertainty tainted his gaze. In a heartbeat worry replaced your prior elation. You wiggled in his arms until you were sitting on him, straddling his legs with your wedding dress trailing down. "Is everything okay? Are- are you happy?”

The twinge of uncertainty in your voice seemed to shake him out of his previous state. "Of course I am." He trailed his hands up your arms in a reassuring motion.

"Then what’s going on?"

"I can’t believe this is real. I’m still not grasping the reality of it, I think." Your hand wandered in his short hair, softly pulling at strands of it. "But it is real," you insisted.

"I know, but this is all I've ever wanted. Never in my deepest dreams have I ever thought I could get this, that I could get you."

Ever since Jacob and you started going out he had trouble believing any of it was real. You didn't mind, you would tell and show him over and over again how much you loved him. Even if you didn't think he would still doubt your feelings or the depth of your relationship on your wedding night, you understood what he meant. Even you felt that 'pinch me' urge a few times in the night. "I’ve been in love with you since I was old enough to know what being in love means. I also have a hard time believing this is real. But it is Jake, we have our whole lives in front of ourselves and I can’t wait to do it all with you by my side."

This time he initiated the kiss, his strong hands applying soft pressure on your shoulder blades to bring you as close as possible to his body. You felt his hand on the zipper of your dress and shivered at the thought of him undoing it but he waited and looked at you for a second before you nodded your agreement. Softly, he untied your dress. You stood as he helped you step out of it, leaving you in nothing but your white lace underdress. With his eyes glued to your body, he sat there motionless. You giggled and stepped between his legs to slowly undo the bow at his neck. Once that was done, you unbuttoned his shirt, loving the way his breath accelerated with every touch of your fingers on his tan skin. You softly kissed his neck and chest as you pulled the shirt from his body, feeling your core tighten at the sight of his muscular body. You wished to kiss every inch of his plush skin and promised yourself you’d get to do it.

"I- I've never done this you know."

You stopped to look at him, "Me neither but we can figure it out together."

He nodded at that, his hand trailing the curve of your back. "Are you scared I'm going to hurt you?" He stopped the movement to bring his hands palms up on his thighs. You slid your smaller ones in his. You always loved Jacob's hands. They were strong, diligent hands. Yes, they were able to break and hurt things if needed, but these were also soft and delicate hands able to give the best and warmest caresses and hugs.

"Not even a little bit." Bringing one hand to rest on your cheek, the other to your mouth, you closed your eyes and rested in the warmth they diffused. Jacob was completely silent, hypnotized by the frenzy every touch from you started in his body. "We'll guide each other, okay?"

"We can do that,” he agreed in a hushed voice.

Big hands slid down to grip the back of your thighs, bringing your chest flush to his titled up face.

One kiss on your sternum, another on your ribs, another on your belly. Shivers danced on your skin, head lolling back as you surrendered to his touch.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

you were a big shot attorney. You always won your cases and had the highest success rate in your firm. You thought now you could settle early and start a family. but you didn't realize that nine months later, you would be representing the defendant of the biggest case in the county.

Your firm suggested that you should take leave since you were so close to your due date, but you refused. You taken all the notes and documented all the evidence to prove your client's innocence.

As you arrived to the court house, you were feeling twinges in your hips and lower belly but you passed them as practice contractions. Soon as you sit down, you couldn't help but feeling restricted as you felt your belly lower than usual as it planted all over your lap. As the trial goes on, you breathe heavily when you sit but had to cover up the pain as you were questioning other witnesses.

The finishing statements come and you slowly get up, scrunching your face as you felt a small pop go in your pants. You look down at your seat and see your water just broke. Your client sees it too and looks panicked for your state. You give them a look saying you got this and was relieved that your pants were black.

"Your honor, members of the jury, my client has more than enough proof that-" You stopped mid sentence as the worst contraction hits you, making you lose your breath. You hold onto the table for stability, as everyone in the court had all their eyes on you.

"Five witnesses have a record of seeing my client 14 miles away from the crime scene and has no skill or experience of committing the charges against them. May the record show that - mmmmmmmmmm" You bit your lip as you widen your stance, feeling a force coming down your pelvis.

You couldn't notice the commotion around you as the blinding pain forced you to spread your legs as you felt the baby's feet pressing down your pants as you could not control your pushing.

I was winning the case but swiftly losing the battle against my body. Throughout the long drawn out day I’d tried to ignore the cramps, dismissing their rising strength and frequency. I paid no mind to the way my belly hung lower on my aching hips, or the weight that had dropped into my pelvis. It was the final day of the court hearing, the last day to make my case to the jury and implore my client's innocence.

My closing speech was suddenly lost to my uncontrollable groaning, the blinding pain all consuming, and I could distinctively feel something coming out of my body. “Ohhhh god…” I moaned, gripping the desk in front of me and bearing down with the rampant contraction.

I could feel something moving, my eyes widened in panic. It wasn’t coming from inside my womb, this movement was outside between my thighs. My heart jumped to my throat in fear, having seen one too many horror films, and irrationally worried what on earth I was giving birth to… One of my hands left the desk and drifted between my legs and I felt through the fabric a foot sticking out of my vagina. Breech. Oh fuck, my baby is breech.

I had no idea what was happening in the courtroom, where my client was, what the jury were thinking, all I could focus on was the unbearable pressure filling my pelvis. My body was crying out at me to push, to deliver the baby and stop all the pain. I growled, bearing down once more, and I felt myself stretch wider and wider beneath my clothes as the baby descended.

It was coming out… my baby was literally coming out of me right there in the middle of the courtroom and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My underwear was soon filling with the torso of my baby, pulling and stretching the fabric beyond recognition. I wanted to remove my clothing, to hold my baby as it slipped further and further out, but I couldn’t get my body to move. Wider… my hips had to be wider. I curled forward, leaning far over the table on my elbows and pushing my hips backward. “Mnghhhh…. My baby… it’s coming….” I grunted, pushing the shoulders past my sensitive lips, the head of the baby still to be born.

“Fuck…. Hurts… oh god, here comes another contraction…” My fingernails clawed at the wooden desk as I bore down against the large round mass of the head. I pushed and screamed and mooed and grunted… the head painfully slowly inching out. Then the pain stopped, my body sagging with relief as the head slipped out and my baby was completely born into my underwear.

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part Six

Now this went a completely different way to how I originally planned but I hope you like it - no Vee's in it but we do meet dear old Alastor who has a few things he would like to get off his chest! Plus you get to see why Y/n isn't just a regular sinner but a Demon in her own right!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Stumbling up the flight of stairs to your door you were in a bit of a daze. Catching sight of a few cameras in the corner of the hallway you huff. Letting yourself into your flat you slam the door behind you.

Where the fuck was that bottle of whiskey?

What the fuck was that horrible buzzing noise? Growling under your breath you reach over to your night stand, knocking over the empty bottle of whiskey that you had decided to finish off last night to grab your phone which was making an unholy racket.

The fuck is someone phoning you at this ungodly hour for?

“Hello?” croaking into the phone you quickly clear it.

“Ah good morning my dear, how did you sleep?” The staticky voice on the other end could only belong to one Demon. Alastor. Groaning into your pillow you just knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to bed and sleep off this hangover.

“Alastor? It’s way too early for small talk – what do you want?” you grumble into the phone, rubbing your sore eyes.

“Delightful as always dear Y/n, we need to talk” at the change of tone in that last word all sleepiness left you.

“Ah okay, when would you like to meet?” his answering chuckle made a small twinge of fear run through your body.

“Now if you don’t mind, I suggest you get yourself up and ready I shall be waiting”. Before you could say anything else you were met with the cut off tone. He always was a cheery fellow in the morning. Makes you sick!

Dragging yourself up out of your warm bed you quickly threw yourself into the shower getting ready at the speed of light. Running back into your bedroom you style your hair up in a ponytail and do your usual make up consisting of eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of gloss. Eyeing your clothes you choose a pair of flared jeans, a tight black tank top, leather jacket and matching boots.

On the way out the door you make sure you have your phone, purse and keys before locking the door and making your way to the Hazbin Hotel where Alastor had his radio tower now.

Wishing the journey would take longer than it did you made it to the Hotel in record time, pushing open the front doors you could see no one was in the foyer – why would they as most of the population was only just getting up at this time. Following the familiar path to the radio station you come to the red door. Deep breath in and out you raise your hand and knock firmly.

“Come in” even through the door you could hear the Radio Demon clearly. Opening the door, you poke your head round to see him sat in his usual chair, microphone staff beside him as his fingers were clasped together underneath his chin. “Ah y/n kind of you to make it here so quickly on such short notice” his smile grows. His fingers motion to the other seat across from him. Crossing the short distance to the chair you couldn’t help but feel like you did when you were human and sent to the principals office.

Once you were settled in the chair, Alastor stood from his own. “I have come across a bit of information dearest y/n, a horrible rumour which has displeased me greatly and I believe we need to discuss it to make sure it is not true” throwing his hands around as he speaks, you keep an eye on his staff.

“Which is?”

“That you are now working with those deplorable Vee’s” those red eyes of his glared down, his yellow teeth fully on display with that smile of his. Gulping down the nerves you straighten your back.

“I am not working with the Vee’s, I am collaborating with Velvette where I am showing off her clothes and she is allowing me to sing at her Catwalk to help raise my profile as a singer” I reply to the Radio Demon.

“Ah then it seems the rumours are true. Shame. A real shame.” You had a horrible feeling you were about to be killed and eaten by the Radio Demon. You tried your hardest to control the flinch your body made when Alastor suddenly leaned forwards in front of you and static filled the room.

“Then it seems my dear our time as business partners has now come to an unfortunate end”, he stands back up fully his shadow encasing you, filling your bones with shivers.

“What because I am working with Velvette?” You questioned, standing from your own chair so to make a quick getaway if he decided to start attacking.

“Yes. It’s a conflict of interest you see my dear, it’s just not good business to work with people who are not your allies”, shocked you let out a choked laugh.

“Just because I am working with Velvette does not mean I am not your ally or friend Alastor; you and Vox may have this weird dick swinging contest going on between you but trust me when I say I am staying well out of that! I wouldn’t betray you!” You fold your arms and glare at him. 

“Hmm” his smile tightens, eyes narrowing at you. “Then perhaps for the time being, my dear, we call a halt on our business until you see the true side of those Vee’s”.

“The true side? Alastor I am not daft enough to think they want to be best buddies with me. I know there is an ulterior motive behind their actions”, you reasoned with him, nearly adding that he was hypocrite because he was doing exactly the same thing as they are. But you valued your undead life so you kept that little titbit to yourself.

“As long as you realise that young Y/n, I would hate to see you fall under their power” his gaze softened a little bit making it easier for you to breath. Hopefully he wasn’t contemplating killing you and eating your liver now.

“I do Alastor, but I understand why you’d like to halt our business. If that is all for now, I do have another appointment to head to”, you point to the door, nodding his head he moves towards it, opening it wide for you.

“Be careful y/n,” a wide smile directed at you as you pass him, saying goodbye you carry on down the stairs and through the hotel. What a weird conversation. But less stress. You had worried about working with both Velvette and Alastor – he was right in a way that it was a conflict of interest. At least this way you could focus on one – or three – Overlords at a time.

Travelling through Pentagram City you go over the conversation with Alastor in your head again and again. You didn’t think that he was still angry with you, after you had made it clear you weren’t going to go behind his back. Not that you would or could anyway you knew nothing about the Radio Demon anyway, and the things you did know wouldn’t do a lick of good to any one unless they wanted to know how Alastor liked his coffee.

Turning a corner you didn’t realise you had been followed the last few blocks until you were suddenly slammed up against a building by your throat. The FUCK?! Today was just not your day. Snarling at the shark-like sinner that was holding you, a knife was pushed against your neck. Feeling a pinch you just knew the bastard had cut you. Two other sinners stood behind him, laughing at you struggling to pull the idiot’s hand off your throat.

“Look guys. I ain’t interested in what you are selling and if you don’t let me go you are going to really fucking regret it. That I can promise you!” You choke out, clawing at the hand holding your throat. It was definitely going to bruise.

Sniggering at your comment one of the other sinners started running their hands up and down your body, groping your boobs and legs. Sucking in a large breath you waited until they attempted to shove their disgusting paws down your pants. Fuck no. Using all the breath you had you let loose a scream. Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t just a standard scream. Letting go of you they groaned clutching their ears. Raising your pitch, you watched blood start to stream from between their fingers, from their noses and then their eyes. At their screams and begging you stop for a moment. Smirking at their cries and begging.

“Can you honestly tell me you’d have let me go without touching me if I begged like you now?” You ask, kneeling in front of the ‘leader’, his face was covered in his own blood which dripped onto the floor. “No answer? Say’s more than your words ever could”, you snarl. Breathing in deeply you watch as fear enter their eyes before you let out the highest pitched scream which you only reserved for special times. Like now.

Three heads all explode, one after the other. The only mishap was you were so very close to the splash zone. Groaning to yourself you wipe your cheek with your hand, covered in warm blood you grumble. Gross. Pulling out a pack of tissues from your dropped purse you quickly scrub where you saw had landed but there was no way of getting rid of all of it … biting your lip you decide to carry on walking to the Vee Tower. You did after all have an appointment.

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Whumptober Day 28- Denial, CCTV, forced to choose

I literally stole the prompt “forced to choose” from a different day but I ended up using prompts for today anyways lol. But yeaaaah uh, things are getting intense folks!

Warnings for another kidnapping lol

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Leon thrashed against the chains on his wrists, doing everything in his power to escape them, but it was in vain. The bird dropped him off at the highest point in the tower, where monsters came and dragged him away, chaining him to a wall with his hands cuffed behind his back. He was left alone for several hours, with him thrashing and yelling to be released, but nothing happened—no one broke in to even tell him to shut it. So he was left to yell at a stone wall, pulling his arms as if they could break away the chains.

Goddesses, he was so stupid. Why did he have to fight the bird monster on his own? He wouldn’t be in this situation if he had taken the time to warn the others. To act so impulsively, it was something his son would do, and was something he scolded him about so many times. Yet here he was, fighting on his own and getting captured because of it. What kind of a knight was he?

He finally stopped thrashing against the chains and slumped against the wall, panting for air as exhaustion began to take over his body. How was he going to get out of this? He knew he needed to escape before the puppeteer got to his friends, but it was a matter of breaking free from the cuffs and from the cell he was locked in.

As the minutes passed, Leon started to grow worried. The puppeteer had tried to kill them so many times now, yet he was keeping Leon alive. He needed to use him against his friends, clearly, and it worried Leon. Being the reason that they suffer in anyway, it was almost too much to think about. Despite their banter, Leon had really grown to deeply care about them. They weren’t strangers to him anymore, they were his friends, his comrades—it was his job to protect them from harm, but if the puppeteer got what he wanted, he would be the one hurting them, and he couldn’t stand for it.

He just couldn’t!

Leon began to thrash against the chains again, ignoring how the metal cuffs dug into his skin as he pulled, but he stopped when the door clicked and opened, revealing the revolting man himself. The puppeteer silently stepped into the cell, his hands resting against his back as he walked with an air of elegance to him. Leon simply glared daggers into him, waiting for him to open his stupid mouth.

“Well, I don’t know what to do with you,” he finally said, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “I have the perfect tool right in front of me, but how am I to use it?”

Leon couldn’t help but spit at his feet. “I’m no tool for you to use!”

The puppeteer merely chuckled. “Oh my, it sure is amusing watching the sophisticated first knight turn feral. First you bite, then you spit.” He got on his knees and got closer to Leon, but not close enough for Leon to start doing real damage. “It sure is entertaining.”

“Well I’m glad I can put on a show for you,” Leon spat, leaning to get as close as he could, “there’s more where it came from.”

The puppeteer chuckled again, not moving despite Leon’s threatening body language.

“Oh, I’ll miss this when I inevitably get rid of you,” he said, and Leon moved back, a twinge of fear in his heart.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The puppeteer paused before shrugging. “I don’t know. I could… torture you to death, make it slow and painful. Then when the rest of the men arrive to rescue you, they’ll find your mangled corpse, and then I’ll finish them off when they’re disorganized and leaderless.”

Leon huffed, fury building up in him. “You severely underestimate them. They’re far more competent than you realize.”

“Maybe, but maybe you overestimate them. I guess we’ll have to see.”

The puppeteer got up, and Leon huffed again, watching him walk away.

“What do you have to gain from any of this?” Leon blurted out before the puppeteer left. “What purpose does it serve to kill all of us and leave the heroes fatherless? What kind of a monster does that?”

The puppeteer paused for a long moment, staring at the cell door. But he shrugged his shoulders, turning his head to look at Leon.

“I suppose it’s satisfying for me. After everything you’ve put me through…” the puppeteer turned to face him fully, his blank mask staring directly into him. “You and your friends have caused me enough stress as it is. It’s about time I get my revenge, even if I kill only one of you.”

Leon stared at him for a moment before chuckling slightly, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, is something funny to you?” The puppeteer sneered, and Leon stopped, giving him a mocking look.

“Why yes, it is quite funny. It’s funny watching you play victim over something you caused.” Leon spat. “Don’t try to pin all the blame on me and my friends! You involved me the day you kidnapped my son! This whole thing is your fault!”

The puppeteer was silent for a moment, then his voice went quiet as he walked closer to Leon.

“You love your son, don’t you?”

Leon stared, baffled at the strange question. Of course he loved his son. He loved Link more than anything in the world—the boy was the only family he had left.

“What would you do for him?” The puppeteer continued, curiosity in his voice.

“Anything.”

“Would you die for him?”

Leon shifted, not liking where this conversation was going. “Yes.”

The puppeteer hummed and tilted his head. “Would you kill for him?”

“Unchain me and I’ll show you.”

An amused laugh came from the man’s mask, and he stood up, walking to the door. He stopped for a moment, looking back behind him.

“We’ll see then.”

The man left the room, leaving Leon alone once again. The conversation began to echo through his mind as panic settled in. What did he mean by that? His mind ran rampant from all sorts of possibilities of what he meant, and he once again thrashed against the chains, needing to break out as soon as possible. Being a prisoner to this man was dangerous—for his friends and for his boy. He couldn’t ever live with himself if they got hurt because of him, so he needed to escape, he needed to break free, he needed to—

Leon slumped against the wall, his body tired from the strain. What was he going to do? He was helpless whether he wanted to admit it or not, and it was shameful, but it was the truth. All he could really do was sit there, and pray that no harm would come to those he cared about.

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Hours had passed, and Leon was growing drained from being inside the dark cell, with no food or water given to him. His wrists were sore from his pulling, and his muscles were fatigued from his strain. But worst of all, his heart was filled with worry. He was worried about what the puppeteer was planning with him as his prisoner, and he honestly wished he’d just kill him if it meant keeping the others safe. But he was instead forced to sit and think of the horrific possibilities of what was going to happen, his mind threatening to spiral into a panic attack.

Just as he was about to panic, the door finally clicked open, and once again, Leon’s captor entered the room. The two were silent for a long moment, with Leon glaring daggers into the man.

“What do you want?” Leon finally asked, and the puppeteer put his arms behind his back.

“I have a proposition for you,” the puppeteer said, walking towards him. “I planned on leaving you here to die a slow and painful death, which is what you deserve, but I thought about what you said earlier…” he was just a couple of inches away from him, and he knelt to the ground with a blue crystal in his hand. “Gossip stones save everything they see and hear. You just need the power to access it,” he explained, shoving the crystal in Leon’s face. Leon blinked to focus on the bright blue light, but an image appeared before him. It was the world moving past the stone as if it were flying, trees and plants whipping past so that he could barely see them, until a small group of people appeared, and Leon’s heart sank as he got a better look at them. There were fourteen younger looking men traveling, most clad in green and carrying swords on their backs. But the view got closer to a smaller and younger boy, with long blond hair, wearing a brown cape with cream colored clothes, his eyes iridescent….

“No,” Leon whimpered, watching in horror as the view got closer to Link. There was yelling, and his son fought back as a talon swooped in to grab him, but he lost the battle. The sounds of his son’s screams rang through the air as he was lifted off the ground, and Leon felt the blood leave his face.

“To simply put it, your son is at my mercy now,” the puppeteer spoke up, taking the stone away. “You said you’d do anything for him, so how about this? You kill your friends, and I’ll let you and your son return home safely.”

Leon was shocked, his head tingling from the dread that sank his stomach to the floor. It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be! The puppeteer was trying to trick him! That had to be it!

“You’re lying,” he growled, every bone in his body wanting to strangle the man in front of him. “I know what you can do. You’re just using puppets and tricks to manipulate me into hurting my friends! It won’t work on me!”

The puppeteer chuckled, standing up and waving his hand. The door opened and a moblin walked to the man, handing him something that made Leon want to vomit. The four sword…

“My, what a unique weapon,” he muttered, admiring its iridescent blade and golden handle. “It’s no wonder why Four was so protective of it. I wouldn’t want to give it up either.”

Leon’s breathing quickened, his fear beginning to constrict his chest. “You—you—it’s fake! That means nothing!”

“Oh really? Why don’t you take a good look at it then.”

The puppeteer rested the sword on his knees, and instantly Leon felt the divine power radiating off of it, life pulsing from the blade. No…

“Listen to me, Leon, and listen well. I want you to kill your friends. Every single one of them. The farmers, the rito, the musician, the sailor, all of them!” There was rage in the puppeteer’s voice, his movements becoming more sporadic. “I want them all dead. And in exchange, you and your son will return to your era safe and sound. But if you fail—if you stall or refuse, I’ll kill your son. I’ll make you watch the life leaving his eyes, I’ll make you hear every scream and cry. So prove to me, Sir Leon. Prove to me that you will do anything for your son.”

He got close, inches away from Leon’s face, until he pulled out the gossip stone again and tied it around his neck.

“I’ll be watching your every move. If you take this off, I will know. If you try to trick me, I will know.” The puppeteer pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the cuffs, and despite Leon’s fury before, he merely let his hands hang limply, his mind still trying to catch up. The puppeteer’s head rested against Leon’s shoulder as if it were a hug, and he pressed his mask up against Leon’s ear. “Just remember that I can kill him with the snap of my fingers.”

He pulled away, taking the four sword with him and leaving Leon paralyzed in shock. The moblin that brought in the sword walked up to him and forced him up, leading him outside, but Leon barely moved, as if moving or breathing wrong would ruin everything for him, ending his son’s life when it had barely started… goddesses….

Leon didn’t react when he finally felt the fresh air hit his face, he didn’t react as the sun shone in his eyes, and he didn’t react when he pushed to the dirt, right in front of the tower he was held prisoner in earlier. He shakily pushed himself onto his knees, glancing back at the puppeteer who watched, his arms behind his back.

“You better run along now, first knight,” the puppeteer said, turning to the tower. “Your son doesn’t have much time.”

And the man walked back inside, leaving Leon alone.

[unifycurlyfry]

Kazuichi on a Deadline

Just a short drabble about the Future Foundation assigning him a project that makes him wake up way too early, and Ibuki is missing his cuddles in the morning; until she finally gets it.

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Kazuichi blinked his eyes, trying to adjust them to the dark room and somehow blink the sleepiness away. He yawned and checked the alarm clock: 4:00am. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

He begrudgingly tossed the blanket off of him and hooked his legs over the edge of the bed, slouching weakly.

He was just about to stand out of bed when two arms found their way around his waist.

“Nmgh…” Ibuki murmured, snuggling her face against his lower back, “Nooo…”

Kazuichi sighed, placing a hand on top of hers where they rested against his abdomen. He patted it gently as a comfort.

“Morning, Ibuki, go back to sleep, okay?” Kazuichi whispered.

“C’mon, stay with Ibuki…” She huffed, her eyes still closed in her half-asleep state. “Kazzy’s been leaving Ibuki all alone in bed for a while now…”

“I know, I know,” He sighed, his heart twinging in guilt. Even so, he really wished to not be having this conversation right now. Maybe later, when they’re both more awake and not prone to bigger emotions.

“You know I don’t want to… but the deadline… and I have to spend all my waking hours working on it,” Kazuichi explained, fully aware that Ibuki knew already.

“But Kazuichi has eye bags and he needs good sleep to be able to work on it…” Ibuki argued, hugging his waist a little tighter, “And it makes Ibuki sad not to wake up with Kazu.”

“I’ve been running on no sleep practically all my life,” Kazuichi cracked as a joke, but Ibuki didn’t seem to appreciate it. She just frowned harder.

Kazuichi looked behind him to see Ibuki’s sleepy face, cheek squished against him and her hair sticking up in all the wrong places. Cute. So cute. It wasn’t easy for him to leave her in bed every morning.

He brushed a hair back behind her ear.

“Just get some sleep, yeah?” Kazuichi mumbled softly. She just whined and rolled back over, taking the blanket in her arms.

He frowned at the sight but ultimately stood up and waddled over to the bathroom to get ready.

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Ibuki blinked open her eyes, the sunlight streaming through the sheer curtain delicately pouring over her.

She instantly felt warm and fuzzy all over, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she embodied the coziness of her sleepiness and a warm embrace.

A warm embrace… she quickly realized that there were arms tightly wrapped around her torso, paired with a body squished against her and gentle breaths falling over the back of her neck.

Her soft smile developed into a wide, toothy one, and she had to hold in a squeal of happiness. A burst of happy energy filled her chest, and she brought up the blanket to her mouth and giggled in it.

Ahh… how she missed this. So much. Before she fell in love with Kazuichi, she slept just fine without a second thought about it. But after, when they had started sleeping in the same bed together most nights, she ached in the mornings when he wasn’t there. She had gotten used to waking up with him cuddling her or her cuddling him, so much so that it turned into second nature; so when the Future Foundation assigned him a job with a short deadline that forced him to get up early and hole himself up in his garage, she was growing increasingly mopey at not waking up with him.

But now, his deadline was finally complete, and this is the first morning since that she woke up with him.

She sighed happily, ever so gently rolling over in his arms in fear of waking him up. She giggled when she met his face. He was so peaceful, his long eyelashes kissing his pink-tinted cheeks and his lips just barely open showing the slightest of his sharp little teeth. Finally, he was getting good sleep. She was delighted to see him so at rest.

She hugged his body back, lazily wrapping them around his shoulders. She played with his hair as she just stared, watching his chest move up and down as he breathed and taking in his peaceful face. Kazuichi’s facial expressions were always quite exaggerated, and his eyebrows were almost always furrowed. So seeing him like this was rare, and Ibuki wanted to remember it.

She leaned her head in, softly booping their noses.

“Mm,” Kazuichi mumbled, repositioning his body slightly. He snuggled into her more on instinct.

Ibuki’s heart fluttered and she let out a light giggle again.

“Sorry, go back to sleep,” Ibuki murmured, cupping his cheek and rubbing a thumb over it.

Kazuichi opened his eyes in a half-lidded state, processing the sight of Ibuki looking at him with the most loving eyes.

“Hey…” Kazuichi breathed, feeling his heart skip a beat. A smile broke its way onto his own face.

“Seriously, Kazu should cloooossseee his eyes again,” Ibuki protested, taking two fingers and pulling down above his eyelids lightly to make a point. Kazuichi chuckled.

“Will you be getting up?” Kazuichi asked, hooking a leg over hers as if he was trying to message that he didn’t want her to.

“Nope! Ibuki is staying right here, unless she needs to pee!” Ibuki declared, and Kazuichi exhaled harder in amusement.

“Okay…” Kazuichi mumbled, barely audible from him falling back into sleep almost instantly. Still curled up with no parts of their bodies not touching together, he went back to catch up on some well-needed rest.

Ibuki eventually dozed off again too, happy to take this lazy day with him.

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lovely, pt ii

previous softer part here!

hobie finally convinces you to sing on stage with him and his band to a rock cover of your song. suggestive at times. gn!reader.

» lovely, lauren babic and saraphim «

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the mirror in the dressing room was unforgiving as you tried to breathe. just breathe, hobie had said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before he went onstage.

how he had convinced you to perform at this gig with him, you didn’t know. he had asked you the other night, whispering the question in that husky tone that made you melt.

c’mon songbird, they’ll love ya. sing for them like your singing for me right now and you’ll get an agent.

and you had folded. it was embarrassing, really, how well he exploited your weak spots.

you willed your heart to steady as you inhaled, through your nose, out your mouth. you could feel the drum of peoples feet, nearly as powerful as the bass flowing from the guitar.

what if they don’t like the song, you had asked. you were well aware of the crowd hobie drew to his gigs, and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

we’ll rock it up, he had said, smiling as he reassured you. it seemed easier when he was at your side. but now that you were alone awaiting your cue, your nerves were overpowering.

you met eyes with your reflection, taking in your appearance. you squared your shoulders and rolled your spine up as you straightened.

the long awaited twinge of a guitar string rumbled through the amp. your cue.

you stepped out of the dressing room and stood at the back of the stage.

it’ll be real dark, so they’ll hear you before they see you. just take a deep breath and sing, baby.

you flipped the mic on as the strumming of the guitar and the keys of a piano filled your ears.

the crowd was silent, uncertain of what to make of the switch in tone.

you raised the microphone to your lips.

thought I found a way

thought I found a way out (found)

but you never go away (never go away)

so I guess I gotta stay now

hobie accompanied you as you sang. you found comfort in your usual tone as you stepped up to the microphone stand at the center of the stage.

the low light meant that you could see some of the audiences faces, and it nearly made you stop. but you inhaled, relaxing your body.

isn't it lovely? all alone

heart made of glass, my mind of stone

tear me to pieces, skin to bone

hello, welcome home

this was the unfamiliar part.

the guitar kicked up as hobie took over vocals.

it’s just screaming, love. and i know you can scream.

and scream you did. you raised your voice with the rest of the band members, finding a surprising peace as the drums beat at your back and hobie played at your side.

but I know someday I'll make it out of here

even if it takes all night or a hundred years

need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

it was euphoric to just let go. and hobie knew that.

you were always so secretive about your voice, and he just wanted you to feel like you didn’t have to hide it.

and maybe he wanted to show you off, but you couldn’t exactly blame him. because, well, look at you.

the crowd sang right with you. apparently, your little siren song didn’t work exclusively for him.

he traded lines with you in the final chorus, looking every bit the lovesick puppy.

isn't it lovely? all alone

heart made of glass, my mind of stone

tear me to pieces, skin to bone

hello, welcome home

for an instant, the crowd was silent. a wave of anxiety rolled over your shoulders.

and then the audience roared.

you looked over to hobie as you grinned happily, only to find him striding over to you.

he leaned down to whisper in your ear so you could hear him.

“what’d i tell ya, songbird?” he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

he walked back over to his place as the drummer started once more.

“but i’m still your number one fan, yeah?” he called as he pulled his pick over the strings of his guitar.

and after the gig, he showed you just how much he enjoyed your performance.

[droopycoquette]

Taken Care Of 3 || Peter Ballard x Reader

<Part 2

Summary: You want to repay Peter for all the things he’s done for you

Warnings: dom!peter, ddlg themes, smut, spanking, fem!reader, dark!peter, oral(m. receiving), praise kink

Word Count: 4.3k

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Peter.

That’s all you could think about. His words, scent, and touch clouded your mind, making it so you couldn’t think. He continued to leave the house and cater to your every need.

“I’m going to get supplies darling.”

“We need more food, I’ll be back in a little while.”

“You need more clothes, my love.”

You wanted for nothing with him, he always knew what you needed before you even realized that you needed it. Your skin tingled with his touch, his tongue doing wonders to your body, your nerves constantly on fire. He did everything for you.

What was keeping him from leaving you? What could you do for him?

You couldn’t do anything, you were practically helpless without him, not knowing a thing about the world. Not knowing how to handle a neighbor saying hello or a dog barking outside. Peter was the only thing keeping you afloat in the world, the only person you trusted.

And yet, even though you wanted desperately to be somewhat helpful to Peter you couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of the door being knocked on.

“Hello? Is anyone home,” the voice called.

You could tell that it was a male, several of them.

“We know you’re in there, we just want to talk,” he continued.

You wanted to curl in on yourself, to feel Peter wrap his arms around you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You tried to control your breathing but found yourself suffocating, the shirt you were wearing beginning to feel tight. The weight of the world was heavy on your shoulders as your head raced in a panic. 

“Please go away,” you called back weakly, knowing that they wouldn’t hear you.

The knocking continued to get louder and louder, more aggressive. You were taken back to when you were at the lab, the guards beating on your door to get you up in the morning. The white walls and smell of disinfectant, the constant click-clacking of heeled nurses walking on tile so clean that you could see your reflection in it. The needles that poked at your inner elbow every day, the loud buzzing of tasers, and the soft, mean sound of papa’s voice. Peter could have left you there. But he didn’t.

Stop being useless and do something for once.

“I’m coming,” you called softly, before cautiously walking to the door.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your need for Peter showing more and more as you inched your way to the door. Every day reinforced your dependence on him. How could he go out there and not die from fear? You couldn’t even answer the door without trembling.

“Yes,” you said meekly trying to look them in the eyes but failing.

“Hello ma’am,” one said.

You glanced at them quickly noting their matching green jackets and intimidating auras.

“Did you need something,” you whispered.

“What,” one asked not hearing you. “Lady, are you alright?”

“Andy shut up,” the blond one said sharply making you jump slightly. “Ma’am we’re looking for this kid. Have you seen him?”

He held up a picture of an unruly-looking kid with long hair and a crooked smile. He looked harmless.

“I’m afraid I haven’t,” you got out. “I’m sorry.”

You began to close the door and back away, seeing as you had answered their question. You felt a slight twinge of confidence enter your system at the successful socialization before a hand blocked you from closing the door.

Something was wrong, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

“Sorry, but um,” the blond one chuckled, trying to come off as harmless. “See, this kid has done some really bad things.”

You saw nothing more than a threat in them. What were they still doing here? Are they like the guards? Would Peter be mad if they died? You didn’t want Peter mad at you.

“He killed someone, ya know,” he continued trying to push himself into the house.

Would Peter be mad if you didn’t kill them? Who were they to Peter? WHAT IF THEY’RE FROM THE…

“Hey!”

All you’re heads snapped to the sound of the voice, a car now there.

“What are you doing?”

Peter. 

You sighed internally.

“Sorry sir, we’re just asking this young lady if she’s seen, someone. We didn’t mean to bother her.”

You opened your mouth to object but closed it, scared of arguing.

“Really,” Peter mocked, getting out of the car and making powerful strides toward you, anger displayed on his features.

“Yeah, man. No need to worry,” the one with the hat said.

“Why don’t you go and ask someone else about your missing person,” Peter seethed, continuing to look at the blond one.

“Hey, why don’t you mind your own business,” the one with the hat stated pushing Peter on the chest.

You felt a low buzz of electricity enter your system, anger, and fear overloading your brain. Your breathing was becoming sporadic not knowing what to do, just knowing that Peter could be hurt. You didn’t want him to get hurt. 

Peter snapped his eyes to you before shaking his head and signaling you to stop.

“Take your posse and leave. We don’t want any trouble,” he growled still paying no mind to the one that pushed him, focusing all his attention on the blond, angering Andy.

“Andy,” the blonde one shouted making him freeze. “They didn’t do anything, let’s go. We’re awfully sorry ma’am.”

He paused to look at you.

“Sir,” he acknowledged Peter before walking away, hiding a snake hiss in his eyes.

|*|

“Why did you open the door,” Peter asked, a soft glare on his features. “You know the rules and yet you disobeyed me.”

You felt the seam of the sofa dig into the back of your thigh as you chewed on the flaky skin from your lips in embarrassment.

“I just wanted to,” you started softly.

“Oh, you wanted to,” he mocked. “Tell me what did you want to do?”

You looked down, realizing that you couldn’t argue you’re point, your fingers began to pick at the skin near your cuticle, the dry skin catching on the sharp of your fingernail. Your tear ducts burned with unspilled tears and your lungs suffocated you, as you tried to regulate your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”

Peter seethed above you, a vein popping at his temple. You heard him pop his neck and sigh, realizing that you did the exact opposite of what you wanted. You had stressed him out even more, making yourself a nuisance.

“I didn-,” you began.

“Stop talking,” he growled, his tone clipped and chilled.

He had never used that tone with you before, only with two and three when they bullied you.

“I don’t have the energy to punish you,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “Just go to our room and stay there while I make dinner.”

You wanted to speak up yet didn’t want to stress him out more, so you trudged to your shared room with your head hung low. The floor felt sharp on your feet as the cold seeped into your bones through your socks, bringing goosebumps to your skin. You could hear Peter sighing, then his footsteps walking towards the kitchen.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t hear you.

You continued to your bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The bed, which was usually a source of comfort, only brought more negative thoughts as you clamored under the covers. The hurt you felt continued to grow, leaving you emotionally exhausted. Your limbs felt heavy against the soft bedding and your eyelids began to droop. You could feel the sleepiness wrap around your eyes, as the world started to become dark.

“Fuck!”

You jumped, heart beating faster at the noise. Your hands tremored at the scare as you blinked the sleep from your eyes. Your feet moved before you could think, rushing to the sound of the noise. Peter. You could hear your feet hitting the floor in small pitter patters. You knew how Peter felt about you running in the house but you couldn’t help it, the sound of his distress making you panic.

“Peter,” you called out as you reached the kitchen, slightly sliding in the socks you wore as you came to an abrupt stop.

“I’m fine, dear,” Peter strained, holding his finger over the sink under running water.

You could see the blood sprinkled in the water as it ran down the drain. You watched as his blonde curls fell over his eyes while he watched his cut finger bleed. Your heart yearned for him to look at you with love as he did the night before. The vein that was previously there was gone, replaced with a frustrated furrow of his brow.

“Let me help,” you said softly.

“No,” Peter started with a small shake of his head. “Go back to ou-”

“Please let me help,” you whimpered cutting him off.

You played with your fingers and found yourself trying to look at Peter in his eyes, failing every time.

“I want to prove that I can be useful.”

With a small step, you gently grabbed ahold of his cut hand and led him to the bathroom. Peter relished the feel of your hands on him, even if he was mad at you. He smiled as he heard the soft sound of your clothed feet on the cold hardwood floors. His heart warmed at the look on your face, desperate to please him and make up for your mistake.

“Sit,” you commanded softly, motioning for him to sit on the toilet.

“Yes ma’am,” he grinned, following your instructions.

You ran back to the kitchen in a hurry, as if Peter’s life was on the line. The cold was forgotten as you rushed to find the first aid kit under the sink. You smiled softly to yourself at the thought of Peter being happy with you again, being proud of you.

Praising you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of his sweet words. Memories ran through your head as you gathered the things you needed to nurse Peter’s cut.

“Is everything alright,” Peter called, growing tired of waiting.

“Yes,” you called back rushing to finally be done.

You gathered everything in your arms and rushed back to the bathroom, kicking yourself for spacing out when Peter needed you.

“Someone took her time,” Peter joked, hands itching to grab you and hold you close.

“Sorry, Peter. I-”  you paused. “-couldn’t find the first aid kit.”

Peter hummed in acknowledgment before going silent and allowing you to work. You kneeled before him to inspect the wound, holding the cut close to your face. The cut was small but deep, which was why it kept bleeding.

“How did you cut yourself so bad,” you questioned, worry etched on your face as you looked up at him.

“Well, I wasn’t paying attention,” Peter smiled.

“Oh,” you said softly, returning your focus to the bleeding finger. “I’ll clean up all the blood and-”

Peter zoned out as you continued to talk, no doubt trying to make up for your mistake, not knowing that Peter had already forgiven you. The real reason he wasn’t paying attention was that he was annoyed with himself. How could he have let you stay home alone for so long?

“My love,” he began, cutting you off.

“Yes,” you replied, smiling up at him softly as you finished bandaging his finger.

The sight of you between his legs, smiling at him on your knees had him adjusting himself and spreading his legs to ease the strain against his pants. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, while you looked up at him confused, with one hand on his and the other on his knee.

“I’m sorry,” he continued. “I am angry that you opened the door for strangers, knowing that you shouldn’t.”

You shrunk into yourself, looking down ashamed.

“I’m really sorry, Peter,” you whispered, your voice barely there.

“I know, dear. However, like said, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long-”

“Peter, no,” you started. “You do all these things for me and all I do is sit around and do nothing. I’m powerful and I can hurt people too and yet I ca-.”

“I’d never want you to do that, it’s my job to take care of you,” Peter elaborated, cutting you off and placing his hands on your cheeks. “Come here.”

He moved you to his lap and bit his lip at the friction you provided. The thin pants you were wearing didn’t do much, the texture of your underwear rubbing against his thigh. 

“But I want to take care of you too,” you whispered, looking down at your fingers.

“What,” Peter smiled softly, leaning his ear into you.

“I want to take care of you too,” you repeated into his ear. 

Your cuteness made Peter chuckle. Your wide eyes showing your sincerity as you fiddled with your fingers was a sight that made Peter’s cheeks turn maroon. 

“You want to take care of me,” Peter laughed, his blond curls bouncing in delight.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “What’s so funny about that.”

Your heart had dropped the moment Peter began to laugh.

“No, my love, I’m not laughing at you. Don’t pout at me.”

You didn’t stop pouting, in fact, you were closer to tears than you were dry eyes.

“I promise I’m not laughing at you,” Peter continued, calming down. “You’re just so cute.”

You stayed silent.

Peter took your silence as you not believing him and brought his hands to your waist.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

You did as he said silently, looking down in embarrassment, slightly cringing and feeling the cold floor on your feet.

“Look at me,” he commanded once more.

With a sigh you brought your eyes to him, fighting against the urge to look down again. Peter’s hands found the back of your thighs and began to rub them gently.

“You want to take care of me,” he questioned once more.

You nodded again, bringing your gaze back down to the floor.

“Ah-ah,” Peter tutted. “Look at me.”

Your eyes stuttered as you tried to look at him once more, feeling your feet shift in place, the weight of Peter’s gaze heavy. Peter couldn’t help but swoon at your dilemma, he knew of your upbringing in the lab and how hard it was for you to look at people. However, he couldn’t care less. He needed your eyes on him. There was something about having your eyes on him, knowing of the things he’s done, and still being able to have your soft, loving gaze on him. Wanting him. 

“There we go,” he praised, once you finally looked at him. “So pretty.”

You fought hard not to look back down, the compliment melting your insides and making your heart beat faster. Your hands shook as you brought them to Peter’s firm shoulders to stabilize yourself. 

“Come with me,” Peter stood suddenly, grabbing your hands off his shoulders and placing kisses on both of them. 

You followed behind him dutifully, walking to your shared room. Peter finally dropped your hands and began to unbutton his shirt, facing away from you. You couldn’t do anything but stand there, waiting for his instructions. Feeling a now familiar rush enter your veins and find a home in your brain, the same thrill you got when Peter first put his tongue on you. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker and quicker, thickly swallowing, and shifting where you stood. 

“Sit on the bed,” he instructed, turning around and running his hands through his hair. 

You were quick to listen and obey, rushing to the bed and sitting dutifully. You looked up at him expectedly. 

“Aren’t you an eager little thing,” he chuckled softly, making his way to you slowly. 

You shivered as he took his time to walk over to you, feeling his warmth as he stood in between your legs. You looked up at him as he weaved his fingers into your hair, softly tugging at the strands, careful not to hurt you. He looked down at you with love and admiration, a sharp contrast to how he looked at you earlier. 

“Kiss me,” Peter commanded, leaning down to meet your lips. 

You connected your lips and brought your hands to his waist, feeling his milky skin against yours. Peter moaned at the feeling of your icy fingertips on his bare waist, fingers tightening around your hair as he reacted to your touch. Your tongues danced around each other, slipping and rolling, saliva rolling down your chin and dripping onto your lap. The lack of oxygen had your stomach spinning, making you try to pull your head away for air. But Peter refused to give you a break, following where your head went and pulling you closer to him. 

He moved to straddle you, placing his knees on either side of your hips. His chest now coming into contact with yours, feeling your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. 

“Don’t,” he paused to kiss you again, hands caging your face. “Pull away from me.”

He kissed you once more as if he was a kid in a pool coming up for air before. 

“You wanted to take care of me, so you will.”

His chest rose and fell with yours. The tidal wave in your stomach was jump-started as your nipples rubbed together with his, causing him to grind into you. 

“Fuck,” he whimpered against you, before nipping at your bottom lip. 

He continued to straddle you as he caught his breath, hands still caging your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His eyes searched yours, loving the feel of them on him. He got up slowly, moving to lay against the pillows, the same position you were in when he tasted you. 

“Come here,” he demanded, still out of breath.

His curls fell over his eyes while his cheeks were a rosy shade of pink, his lips coated in saliva, not knowing if it was yours or his. He watched as you crawled over to him, straddling him as he had done you. You felt the fabric of his jeans rub against your core, making you subconsciously grind against his thigh.

“Look at you,” he smiled, his hands finding your waist. “Humping my leg like a dog. I thought you wanted to take care of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, hips stilling at his words. 

You fought against the urge to grind once more as you gazed at his figure. His milky skin was littered with scratches some from you and some from the guards at the lab, his curls fell perfectly onto the pillows that surrounded him, his pupils dilated as he looked at you with a predatory glare. 

“Take my pants off,” he instructed firmly, looking at you through hooded eyes. 

Silently and nervously, you slid down to allow yourself to take off his belt and unbutton his pants. Peter watched you fervently, feeling every twitch of your fingers, watching as your brows furrowed in concentration. Your desire to please him leaking onto your face. Your fingers fiddled with his belt, latching onto the leather and slowly dragging it out of the loopholes. 

“There you go,” Peter breathed, hand mindlessly toying with his curls. 

You held your breath as you unbuttoned his pants slowly, making sure not to mess up. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move with anticipation. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not after everything he’s done for you. As you pulled at his pants your thighs rubbed together, finding a little friction on your clit before yelping at Peter’s hand on your ass. 

“Stop that,” he commanded. “I thought tonight was about me? I don’t want to have to keep reminding you, my love.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I won’t do it again,” you frowned, internally beating yourself up. 

The look on your face only made Peter harder, he was only teasing but the fact that you had taken it seriously showed your dedication. His chest rose and fell quicker, his lip finding its way between his teeth, and his hand coming down from your ass to find your head, caressing your hair. He picked his hips up to assist you and you brought your eyes up to him, a silent ‘thank you’ swirling in your eyes. He felt the denim leaving his legs finally, gazing upon you as you looked at him expectedly, awaiting instruction. Your eyes flit from his cock, to his face, and then down at your fingers, his gaze too scary for you to handle and his cock too vulgar for you to comprehend. 

“Lick it,” he said simply. “Just like those lollipops papa would give you after completing your tasks.”

Your body began moving of its own accord. Your lips quirked up in an interested manner but your eyes betrayed you. You had no idea what you were doing. Your fingers stuttered as you reached out for his dick, barely holding it, as if it would break in your hands. 

“Hold it tighter,” he breathed, abs quivering in excitement, longing to feel your mouth. 

Following his instruction, you gripped his dick harder, your breathing getting shallower as you brought it to your lips. Peter held his breath as he felt yours on his tips, the warmth of your exhales tickling the head of his cock.  You adjusted yourself, laying down on your stomach. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth as you licked his dick from base to tip, tasting his pre as you swallowed.

“There we go,” he breathed. “Give me some more. Relax your throat.”

Peter gazed at you through hooded eyes, enjoying how you became more adventurous. Wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it, playing with his slit out of curiosity. His hands gripped the sheets, veins popping around his forearms. He wanted to be gentle with you and ease you into this but, you were making it extremely difficult. 

“Stroke it. Yes, just like that,” he whined. “Fuck, you’re doing so good.”

Tears kissed your eyes at his words, that’s all you wanted. To be told that you were helping him, being good. Your hand dragged up and down while you played with his tip, tongue rolling against the underside of his head. Peter’s hips bucked, throwing you off balance and making you release his cock. 

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, my dear.”

Your hand found his length once more, stroking it slowly sending Peter into a frenzy. 

“Don’t be,” you whimpered. “It just caught me off guard.”

Learning from the experience, you leaned back down and took him in your mouth, going further than the tip, forcing your head down. Peter let out a guttural moan at this, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt. Your eyes flitted up to look at him and the sight that greeted you was heavenly. His curls were matted, sticking up in odd places. His face was flushed completely, a soft red making its way down his neck. His lips were swollen and saliva kissed, opened in a permanent ‘o’. Finally, one arm was behind his head holding onto the pillows and the other was holding onto the sheets, his muscles on full display for you; flexing and relaxing at the stimulation you were giving. 

You came back up for a split second, taking a deep breath, saliva still connecting your lips to his cock, before going back down. One of your hands came up to stabilize yourself, placing your palm flat on his lower abdomen, and the other continued to stroke the base of his dick. You closed your eyes, as you tried to look relax your throat, struggling to control your gag reflex. Tears tickled your cheeks as you tried to hold yourself there. Opening your eyes, you looked up at him again. 

“You look so beautiful,” he breathed hooded eyes finding yours. 

You whimpered at that, coming back up, and stroking his cock in response, not wanting him to go a minute without pleasure. The drool left behind allowed your hand to move faster. Peter’s chest mirrored your hand moving faster and faster, his pants whiny and light. His thighs quivered as pleasure coursed through him, sparks of electricity causing him to buck into your hand. Squeezing him tighter and keeping your speed, you watched on your stomach as his toes curled at the overwhelming delight. You brought your mouth back over to his tip, swirling his head. 

“Fuck baby,” he moaned, saliva sticking to his throat making it hard to swallow. 

His hips didn’t stop bucking, your mouth bringing his ecstasy closer and closer, his head spinning at the warmth and stickiness around his cock. His veins around his arms continued to pop as he clenched at the duvet, constant sparks laying claim to his lower back before jumping down to his toes and back up to his head, his orgasm surprised you. Warm, sticky ropes of white shooting to the back of your mouth, forcing you to swallow. 

Small ‘hahs’ and ‘mmhs’ left Peter’s lips as he tried to catch his breath. A small trickle of cum escaped from the corner of your mouth, making Peter shiver as you looked up at him with an innocent look of shock. You felt his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as he looked at you with love and pride, a small smile falling onto your lips. 

“I might have to use your mouth more often, my love,” he sighed, his hand coming down to your cheek. “You took care of me so well.”

His thumb captured the liquid pleasure dripping down your chin before forcing it back into your mouth, loving the feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

|*|

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A/n: This will be the last part of the Taken Care Of series. I hope ya'll enjoyed it ♡

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Illusory Courage

Written for the @steddiemicrofic July challenge prompt #2, using the word "one" and 1,111 words.

In the same universe/same characters as my other DnD microfic, but intended as a standalone story showing how they met, no prior reading required.

1,111 words | Rating: T

CW: Dead Chrissy Cunnigham, brief description of a Vecna'd body

Tags: Fantasy DnD AU, Tiefling Steve Harrington, Anti-Tiefling racism, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Half-elf Eddie munson, pre-Steddie, past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, first meetings

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Stephen Harrington, heir to the barony of Loch Nora, left Lord Carver’s manor scowling. This fief was the same as the previous one. A dead body, found with the eyes gouged out and limbs twisted into unnatural angles. Except unlike the previous poor peasant boy, this time a noble had fallen victim to some sort of dark magic. It was certainly unusual for a Lord’s wife to vanish during the night, only to be discovered amidst the cows come morning. Unfortunately, Lord Carver had precious little to give them, beyond claiming the Lady Christine had been acting “distracted” as of late.   “Why are you so upset Steve? We were a full day’s travel out. It’s a tragedy for sure, but it’s not like you could have foreseen this happening.” Dustin urged his pony forward as fast as the old girl could go, laden down as she was with all of his contraptions. “Dustin, it’s Lord Harrington when we’re in public. You’re my official squire, we have to keep up appearances. And it’s not entirely that the Lady died, it’s how Lord Carver spoke about her, like she was some sort of trophy. He barely knew her. Now come on, I want to see the field she was found in before it gets too dark.”  Steve indulged in a ruffle to his squire’s hair. He reflexively pushed down the twinge of guilt; no one could possibly notice his horns hidden inside the matching decorations on his helm, or feel his claws when he kept them filed short and blunt. His tail remained tucked out of sight beneath layers of chain mail and plate. Even so, the thought of detection sent a trickle of fear down his spine. He needed a chance to perform penance for his family’s misdeeds. If he could snuff out enough evil, perhaps he could outweigh their crimes that proclaimed themselves for all to see on his body. And maybe, just maybe, his mother might look at him with something other than bitterness and disgust when he forewent his illusory magical mask at home.

Shoving his feelings aside, he herded Dustin towards the pasture as the last rays of light touched the tree tops. “Just as a precaution, you should set up an alarm spell. Don’t want to be caught unawares by anyone—or thing.”  Dustin nodded and scrambled off to set up a perimeter. Steve had sat through an explanation how the spell-infused gadget used stones attuned to the correct magical frequency before, but the engineering went over his head. He trusted his squire to do a good job though, and thanks to Dustin’s contraptions, he had an easier time swinging his weapons at monsters. Steve made his way to the center of the field, stopping short when his ears picked up someone singing. The tune, full of grief and longing, was nothing short of enchanting. He spied the singer, crumpled onto the ground next to the scorched crater marking where the Lady had been found. Steve approached slowly, one hand on his sword. But the clanking of armor alerted the singer, and he startled. Oh, the singer was beautiful. Even dimmed by tears, those big dark eyes were just as expressive as his voice. Steve caught sight of an ear that gently tapered to a small point poking out from the riot of curls atop his head. Oh, an elf. That certainly explained the features. Summoning upon long-ago tutoring, Steve managed to offer an only slightly clumsy greeting in Elvish. But the elf just blinked those wide eyes at him in confusion. “I don’t understand whatever it is you just said, but you should leave, stranger. There was a death here last night, the Lady of the manor, she—” His voice cracked. “She’s dead.” “Yes, we have been advised of the situation, my good elf. We were the ones sent to investigate.” “Of course he thinks I’m an elf,” the singer muttered to himself as he ran a hand through his hair.

As he did, a glint of metal caught Steve’s eye. Looking closer, he spied a thick silver band inlaid with a dark stone. One that looked suspiciously like the ring Lord Carver had raged about losing to petty thievery when they recovered Lady Christine’s body. “And it appears we have something to investigate. Care to explain how the late Lady’s ring ended up on your hand?” The would-be thief’s pretty face hardened as he took a challenging step forward. Steve stepped back in equal measure, a practiced look of haughty disinterest on his face. Any discomfort perfectly hidden away beneath the mask. His father’s voice echoed in his ear: Keep your distance Stephen. Despite your…affliction, you’re still of noble birth. “I know it’s hard for you nobles to consider this, mi’lord”, the thief said, spitting the word out as if swearing. “But whatever you’ve been told, not all us common folk are out to steal whatever our grubby little hands touch. Chrissy—the Lady, gave this to me. She engraved my name on it, even.” He brandished the ring, and sure enough, in delicate handwriting, an “Edward” was scratched onto the inside. “Fine then, my apologies. If you were truly close to the Lady, perhaps you can assist me in questioning the Lord further.” This Edward lifted his chin defiantly. “Don’t think I’m going to help you give that hollow bitter man any closure. Or did the noble sitting in his fine manor not tell you? He officially banished me from these lands a full month ago for ‘enticing his sweet Lady’ to wickedness. Wasn’t supposed to stick around much longer, but it seems that freaks like myself don’t get happy endings with those we love, do we. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Edward began to retreat without looking. Before Steve could warn him, he stepped directly into the crater. As soon as he crossed the boundary, a chill wind circled, carrying with it distorted bell chimes and chittering. Steve’s sword glowed: some sort of necromancy was afoot, and now this half-elf was its target. Steve gritted his teeth. “I’m not about to turn you in. But unfortunately for you Edward the Banished, you’ve just been marked by something evil, and I can’t permit that evil the opportunity to hurt you or any others. But I promise, by my oath, I’ll do everything I can to protect you and try to avenge your Lady.” Edward blinked those large eyes at him, his expression full of fear and anger. Steve sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy, adding an unwilling soul to his party. Hopefully, this man would continue to keep his distance until the evil was dispatched.

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[littlemourningstarr]

Refuge

Gale has hidden himself away in his tent, trying to will his own buzzing arousal away. Astarion's arrival feels like a curse, but may just be a blessing in disguise.

Kinktober 2024, Day 30: "JOI (Jerk Off Instructions)"

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Pairing: Gale x Astarion

Tags: JOI, jerk off instructions, masturbation, a pinch of angst, kinktober, kinktober 2024

Gale flipped a page in his book, trying desperately to concentrate on the words in front of him, as he sat within his tent, a candle flickering. He’d been… distracted for the entirety of the evening, had been forced to leave the campfire and the company of his companions earlier than usual.

Everything just felt… too much, suddenly. He was beginning to notice just how beautiful each companion was, each flaw that he found all too tempting. Shadowheart looking like a blade of moonlight, Lae’zel cast in the shadows and flames like something fearsome- Wyll’s gods damned smile.

He groaned, tipping his head back. His groin throbbed, a pulsing heat within his pelvis, his balls aching, his cock tight to his pants. Typically he could ignore his arousal, and if it was too threatening he could occasionally take himself in hand and keep himself calm enough that the orb behaved. But this felt… different.

Because they were all so close. Despite the tensions and snide remarks, Gale had this twinging feeling that if he were to proposition any of his companions, they would take him up on it, quickly. And that temptation was terrifying…

Gale lifted his head, opened his eyes- and gasped sharply, realizing that his tent was being held open, a set of too red eyes looking at him, intrigued.

“By Mystra’s grace Astarion, do you want to startle me into an explosion?” Gale tried to sound annoyed, but he feared it fell flat. The vampire looked like a ghost, a wraith- a marble sculpture with the moon and stars illuminating him in a holy halo.

Gods above, below, and long dead- he was gorgeous. And it wasn’t helping Gale’s situation.

The vampire flashed him a smile- all fang- and stepped into his tent, letting it flop closed behind him as he settled on his knees. “Did you need something?”

“Me? Oh, no, I am quite… content. But you…” he reached out, caught his finger under Gale’s chin, forcing him to raise his head slightly, showing off his neck, “my dear wizard, you seem to need something quite badly.”

Gale kept his mouth tightly shut- but inside, he was panicking. He should have known the vampire would notice something- his senses had been beyond heightened once he had started feeding regularly.

Gale had but a breath to decide if he was going to deny or admit the truth. And when he said nothing at all, it was admission enough.

Astarion chuckled, a little rumble from his chest, his finger tracing down the front of Gale’s throat, over his adam’s apple. “Poor little Gale, doesn’t know how to ask someone to bed. Why, I would have thought bedding a goddess would have given you a complex. Who ruined you tonight, hmm?”

The top of Astarion’s finger was so chilled, it was all Gale could focus on. Would it feel good, to have that sort of cold pressed up against his own warm, soft heat? Astarion was all smooth skin, hollows of bones and sinewy muscle- gods, to have him pressed to the softest parts of Gale’s body, to feel his legs wrap around his waist, watch his head tip back, his arms extended like angel wings-

Astarion grinned more. “Your heart is racing. Do share your thoughts.”

“You should leave.” Gale’s voice was thick, slow. It was dangerous to have Astarion this close, to entertain these thoughts. The orb felt unsettled in his chest, nearly pulsing with his heart.

“Oh darling, don’t play coy, I can…” Astarion paused, eyeing Gale’s throat- and Gale realized the humming pulse of the orb, in time with his pulse. “Hear your heart…”

Gale couldn’t even focus on the fact that Astarion was, quite possibly, propositioning him, although it very well could just be teasing. It was too dangerous. “Which means you need to leave, right now. A little reading will calm me down.”

Astarion was quiet for a long moment, looking at Gale with an almost pitying look. “You can’t even take care of it yourself, can you?”

Gale shut the book in his lap rather forcefully. “No, Astarion, not safely if I’m worked up enough. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to dwell in my seething arousal alone.”

The vampire, however, didn’t leave. He trailed his cold fingers down the pulsing orb’s veins, watching the purple illuminate his skin. “I’m going to regret this,” the vampire mumbled, “but that is simply… not fair. We can’t have you sitting here like a prudish monk.”

“Did you not hear the threat that excitement could mean I detonate and level everyone from here to Elturel?” Or what remained of it, anyway.

But Astarion was ignoring him, shuffling closer. He smelled refreshing, the bergamot thick, as if he had just reapplied the scent. His other hand took Gale’s book from his lap, set it aside- then took one of the wizard’s hands, slid it over his thigh, until he was pressing Gale’s hand to the wizard's quite obvious erection.

Gale’s hips bucked up towards his own hand, as the chill of Astarion’s skin felt… oddly grounding.

“If you stay like this you’ll burst at the first sight of someone’s ankle. No, taking the edge off is a far better risk than simply letting yourself spiral into unsatisfied need. So,” Astarion stroked his fingers over Gale’s knuckles, along the bones at the back of his hand. “Take yourself in hand and find some release. I’ll keep you calm.”

Gale couldn’t fathom how Astarion would keep him calm, when the man was doing the exact opposite- but gods he had a point, didn’t he? If Gale didn’t calm himself down, find some release, he was only going to get worse, the next wave of frustration stronger- until, gods above, he just might get so excited by the most ridiculous thing that he simply did explode into oblivion.

He hesitated another moment, before he leaned back a bit, fingers tracing the waist of his pants. “If we all die, I’m blaming you,” he pointed out. Astarion gave him a little smile, a small quirk of his lips.

“Whatever lets you sleep at night, darling.”

Gale reached into his pants, gave his cock a squeeze through his underwear, before he freed himself. He didn’t miss the way Astarion’s eyes flicked down, took in the flush of his cockhead, the smear of precum already visible.

The damned vampire licked his lips, and Gale felt his heart rate spike, the orb ache in his chest. Astarion dragged his eyes back up to his face, locked eyes with Gale.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said, his voice soft, quiet. “Move your hand slowly.” Gale listened, held Astarion’s stare as he stroked slowly. “Don’t focus on the touch, just the feeling.”

Gale sucked at his tongue, tried not to focus on what he was doing- only that it felt good. But gods he wanted to stroke faster, wanted to rut into his hand, find release quickly.

He sped up a little, but Astarion reached out, grasped his arm gently, forced him to slow, gave a single shake of his head. “Don’t be desperate Gale. You’ll get there. Slowly, so we can keep that pretty little heart of yours calm.” He pulled his hand back, and Gale swallowed thickly, but listened- his hand slowing down, his grip loose, just bumping his glans on each up stroke. “Good, better.” The vampire pulled his eyes from Gale’s for a moment, glanced at the pulsing on his neck, before turning his eyes back to Gale. “I’m going to touch you- no, not your cock, don’t look terrified.”

Gale hadn’t even realized that he’d gone wide eyed, hopeful and fearful.

“Just let me make you more comfortable. Keep going as you are.” Astarion reached for his robes, began undoing its fastening, opening it to reveal Gale’s bare chest. He pushed it fully open, then placed both his palms flat to Gale’s chest. Gale sucked in a breath, the coolness a shock to his system, making his chest cramp up- but oddly enough, made him feel almost calm.

It was the touch of another, after all. Something he hadn’t felt in over a year.

He made a desperate little noise, and Astarion leaned closer. “Shh, shh, you’re alright. You’re alright.” His thumbs rubbed at Gale’s chest, over his thick, dark chest hair. The wizard was sure he could feel his heart and the orb pulsing under one hand. “Look how close I am, and you’ve still got your pretty little head attached.”

Gale managed a smile, couldn’t stop himself from whispering, “Pretty, eh?”

Astarion tutted, gently let his nails scratch at Gale’s chest. The sensation was slightly distracting- kept Gale from focusing on the dire need his cock was aching with, in his hand. “Don’t make me take it back,” he chided. “Stop touching yourself.”

Gale paused, pulled his hand away- but it was agony. The moment he lost the sensation on his cock he realized just how tightly he was wound, each muscle in his body ached.

“You’re getting too excited.” Astarion skimmed his hands up to Gale’s shoulders. “I can hear your pulse. Now, listen to me very carefully. Take yourself in hand.” When Gale hesitated, Astarion added with that attitude of his, “your cock, you stupid, silly man. Now.”

Gale took himself back in hand, his other hand on his thigh, gripping it tightly.

“Don’t stroke, press your thumb just beneath the head.” Gale listened, pressing his thumb under his glans, at the heavy bundle of nerves that rested there. “Good, good. Now rub, slowly now.”

The wizard listened, felt his balls going tight as his cock spilled precum at the touch. It made it easier to rub slowly. 

“Your pulse is going to go up,” Astarion murmured, hands going back to his chest. The coolness was comforting. “It’s okay. Don’t panic. You’re going to get relief, I promise.”

Gale believed him.

He took a slow breath, not fighting the way his belly was tightening up, then relaxing. He was close, close enough that he was beginning to feel that fuzzy orgasmic feeling, in his spine.

Astarion leaned closer, until his forehead was pressed to Gale’s. It was… intimate. Gale’s chest ached over the action, but his pulse remained. This was a different ache. One he wasn’t sure he could pull apart, in that moment.

“You’re close,” the vampire whispered- not asking, but telling. “You’re so close, and it feels so good. Everything is alright, Gale. Everything is safe, here. With me.” The wizard closed his eyes, whined softly, wanted in that moment so badly for Astarion to kiss him. But gods, there was no way he’d remain calm through that. “Almost there,” Astarion whispered, “Almost, almost… and…” he hesitated, then whispered in a very breathy voice, “now.”

The orgasm was a tide of relief, washing over Gale, drowning him. He didn’t thrash, didn’t hump into his hand- he simply felt his muscles relaxing, pleasure stretching from his pelvis up his back, out to his limbs. His cock was weeping cum over his hand, heavy spurts that were tell-tale evidence of how pent up he was.

He kept rubbing just beneath his glans, until he felt the contractions inside him finally beginning to weaken. He dared to open his eyes, glance through dark lashes- and Astarion was still there, forehead to forehead, giving him a little smile.

“Good.” The vampire pulled back slightly, hands still on his chest. “And now you’re calm.”

It was the truth. Gale felt… relaxed. Gods, he felt drowsy. He wasn’t sure the last time an orgasm had been that good.

He hated when Astarion pulled his hands back. The orb gave a pulse as his chest ached at the loss of contact, but then the light dimmed. No burst of flames and flesh rending force- nothing but his calm heartbeat, within his breast.

He opened his mouth to thank Astarion, but the vampire gave a single shake of his head. “Don’t thank me. I simply made sure you don’t get us all killed because you’re pent up like a youth.” Gale thought the vampire might have meant there to be some teasing venom in his voice, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He was looking at Gale too softly.

“How did you…” Gale paused, swallowed, hated that Astarion stood up, turned away from him, grasping the flap of his tent. He meant to leave, and Gale realized he desperately wanted him to stay. “How did you know what to say?”

The elf paused for a long moment, before he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes, those gorgeous scorching gems that could burn hundred year stone to ash- they looked sad. “I simply told you what I want to hear.”

It was honest, too honest. The moment Astarion said it he turned, let himself out into the night, leaving Gale to stare at where the man’s shadow had been.

Whatever demons kept home in the shadows of Astarion’s ribs, Gale hoped someday they would all burn in their own hellish fires. And, he dared to admit- he’d quite like to be the one lighting that fire. He’d enjoy exercising some of the fear from Astarion, and giving him the sort of safe relief he had just given Gale.

[oliveisme533]

My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 4

Joel Miller x You

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

Warnings: abusive ex is back. Verbal abuse and physical violence (not against reader)

You roll over in your bed with a groan and stretch your arms. Grabbing your phone you check the time 10:03. Early for you. You decide to hop in the shower before your dad can ask you to help pick up fallen branches in the yard from last nights storm. You let the scolding water hit your body and you draw in a deep breath. Tomorrow was Monday which meant your dad would be back to work and you wouldn't have anyone to talk to or hang out with until 5 o'clock. Rinsing the soap from your face you contemplated just what to do with tomorrow, in fact you were beginning to wonder how to make use of your summer in general. The last couple weeks of doing nothing had been a much needed reprieve from your busy life, but you were starting to get a little stir crazy. You turned off the water, still deep in thought when you heard your phone buzzing. You tiptoed over to your bedside table and saw Joel's name lighting up the screen. "Why is he calling me?" You pick up the phone ...

Hello Hey sweetheart didn't wake ya did I? No no I've been up...for a few minutes (Joel chuckled) Well hey listen, one of my coworkers was looking for a sitter for tonight. He and the Misses are going out and their regular girl can't make it. Any interest in an easy job for the night? Oh yeah I can definitely do that. God know I've got nothing else going on. Okay I'll send you the info! Thanks darlin'

Obviously he wasn't calling just because he wanted to chat with you. It was a stupid thing to even hope for. The rest of the day went by relatively slowly, but when 6 o'clock rolled around you put some snacks in your back pack, a phone charger, and a book you had been trying to finish for several weeks now. The babysitting was easy. It was one kid, she was four years old and for the most part did whatever you asked. The parents told you they would be out late so when 11:45 rolled around you weren't surprised they hadn't come home yet. The house was quiet...too quiet. You never much liked this part of being a baby sitter. It was different when you did it for Sarah. The millers house was always warm and full of life. Those nights when Joel did get home a little later you felt safe curling up in on his couch with the TV on. Most of the times you would fall asleep like that and Joel would drive you home the next day after making you and Sarah breakfast. You smile at the memory. The sounds of the house settling are enough to snap you from this daydream down memory lane. "Fuck I really don't like this huge, quiet house. What if I call someone to keep me company. Dad will be asleep, so would mom and my sister. I bet Joel Miller is awake..." you stare at your phone and contemplate this next move. "Fuck it" you mutter and tape his name. The phone only rings a couple of times before you hear Joel's husky voice. A twinge of guilt shoots through you as you fear you've woken him up.

Hello? Everything okay? Hey, yeah I'm so sorry did I wake you? I was just restin' my eyes that's all. I ain't in bed yet. Well I just- I really don't like being in these houses all by myself. It sounds stupid but it's kinda scary I guess. 'S not stupid. You want someone to talk to-keep ya company? Yeah... and I figured you'd be awake still, but I guess I figured wrong You're all right honey, I really don't mind. I needed to get off this couch and sleep in my bed any how. But how 'bout you tell me about your day? My day was pretty boring honestly. I played with the cat, ate some ice cream and watched TV Wat'd ya watch? Love island What in the hell is that?

You laughed and proceeded to tell him all about the show. A little while passed and then you heard the lock click and knew the parents were home. You told Joel you had to go to which he responded "alright let me know when you get home safe. Can call me if you want." Back home you pondered whether or not you should call Joel. It was late and you were feeling tired, but you wanted to talk to him. After slipping into your pajamas you felt like you could hardly stay awake much longer, but you were determined to take advantage of this invitation from Joel to call him. So you tapped his name and watched the phone ring. You put it to your ear and your heart sank with each unanswered ring. When it went to voicemail you resolved that he had likely fallen asleep and you decided to do the same.

The next day you woke up early (ish) at 9:00. Your dad had already left for work. You roll over in your bed to check your phone and your heart pounds.

Missed call from Joel Miller 36m ago

You're hoping he's not at work yet and call him back quickly. "Hey sweetheart" he picks up within a few rings. "Sorry I missed your call last night. I ended up falling asleep and didn't hear the phone." It was so nice to hear his voice first thing in the morning. "Oh you don't need to apologize. I didn't really need anything, I just like talking to you" you could almost hear Joel grin as he said "well I like talkin' to you too sugar" you had walked down to your kitchen to put on a pot of coffee at this point when you say "hey why aren't you at work?" "Waitin for some parts to come in for this current job. Until they do there's nothin else I can really do. But the parts are supposed to be here by noon... so I'll get my ass to work in a couple hours" you notice a note taped to the fridge as Joel finishes saying all this. "I completely forget" you mutter to yourself, but apparently Joel hears. "What'd you forget?" "My dad left me a note reminding me that he's gone on a business trip and won't be back until Thursday." "Oh that's right. Your dad did mention that. Told me to keep an eye out for ya." "Did he really? "Yeah I mean you're going to be by yourself in that big house for almost 3 days" "I'm a grown ass woman though!" Joel chuckled. "No ones sayin you ain't, darlin. Dads worry and that don't change from when you're 5 or when you're 25" "I guess that's fair enough" you shrug. "I should get my day started here... might go on a run and catch up on laundry" "Well if you need anything the next couple of days just hollar" You hang up the phone with brief goodbyes and run your fingers through your tangled bed head. You groan as you massage your temple. "What the fuck am I doing?? I'm catching feelings for Joel fucking Miller. What's worse is that I'm flirting with him too"

Against your better judgement you decide to text Joel later in the day Hey what time you get off tonight? I should be wrapping up by 7...Why? You want to swing by for dinner? Nothing fancy. I'm just bored and I don't love being here alone in the evenings for long periods of time lol. Well I ain't gonna turn you down for some dinner. I'll see you at 7:30. Can I pick anything up at the store for ya on my way there? Well if you're offering... maybe some ice cream? And a bottle of rosè You got it

The rest of the day went by slowly. 7:30 couldn't get here fast enough. You were hoping for something to happen tonight with Joel, but you weren't sure what that would be. You hadn't decided if the lingering glances from him were just something you were imagining or actually happening. Around 6:30 you decide to hope in the shower and of course shave...because you never know right? After your shower you settle on wearing a simple, linen dress that's super comfortable and not all that fancy.  At exactly 7:30 you hear the doorbell ring. You jump off the sofa to answer it, your heart in your throat. But when you open the door, you're afraid you might be sick. It's not Joel Miller who stands there, but your toxic ex boyfriend ...Ben.

"What the fuck are you doing? You need to leave" Ben smirks. "Aren't you a delight. I just wanted to talk to you, and since you've block my number I had to take matters into my hands." Your heart was racing. Ben had never shown any physical violence against you, but you didn't know what he was capable and you didn't want to find out. "I thought I made myself really fucking clear that we are over" you said with a shaky voice. "Baby I just don't think you get to make that call. I mean I've done so much to make this relationship work. You can't just throw all that away. You know you're never going to find another guy who puts up with your shit." That was it. Something in you snapped. Something that had been brewing for literally years was about to come out. "No fuck you!" You shoved him in the chest with both palms and he stumbled back just a step, caught off guard by your motion. "Screw you! I don't need a guy to put up with anything about me, you asshole. You act like you're some fucking hero for tolerating the fact that I struggle with my mental health and stuff!" Ben was fuming now. You had never laid hands on him and you could tell the shove had lit something inside him too. "You have issues you know that?! You have fucking issues in your head!" He screamed at you getting up in your face and grabbing your arms tightly, pinning them to your sides. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joel's truck coming down the street and pulling into your drive way. Ben was now shaking you and yelling "YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH.." he didn't get to finish his sentence because a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards.

If looks could kill...you had never seen such an expression on Joel. He looked like he could tear Ben to pieces right then and there, yet he maintained a calm composure. "I suggest you get the fuck off this porch and don't come back, son" Joel said in a low voice. Ben scoffed. "Get out of here, old man. This ain't your business" Ben spat. "Son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Ben let his head fall back and let out a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine. "Is that so?" Without warning Ben threw a punch and Joel and narrowly missed "Ben!" You shrieked. Ben straightened up sent another punch. Joel grabbed his wrist, mid punch and yanked him in close. Joel towered over him. "Do not make me repeat myself again. I said get the fuck off this porch, or things will get ugly." At this Joel shoved Ben forcefully away, causing him to stumble backwards. Ben still looked angry, but now there was a hint of fear in his eyes too. He gave you one last glare and then jogged back to his car.

As soon as Ben's car sped off. Joel sun around. "Are you okay??" He asked, grabbing your face in his hands. "Um yeah" you managed to squeak. "I mean that fucking scared me tho." Joel looked like he might be sick. "I am so sorry wasn't here at 7:30. If I got here on time- " "Joel come on you don't need to do that. It's not like either of us had any idea Ben would show up here. I'm glad you came when you did though." Joel massaged the bridge of his nose. He looked stressed and was probably imaging what would have happened if he didn't show up at all. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if trying to rid himself of the notion. "Joel look at me I'm fine!" You said pulling his hand away from his face. Joel took your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. "Okay" he said softly. "Did you get my ice cream?" You said trying to change the subject. A smile tugged at his mouth. "Yeah I did, baby"

You had made spaghetti for dinner, about one of the only dishes you were confident in preparing. You and Joel sat at the table in silence and you watched as he pushed his food around. "I'm sorry I'm not a chef...if you want we could just order a pizza?" You suggested. Joel looked up at you seemingly caught off guard. "No no no it's not that! The meal is delicious. I guess I just don't have an appetite. That's all." You pushed back from the table and the chair scraping against the hardwood made Joel jump slightly. "Baby I didn't mean to offend you it's just" you laughed as you reached for the shelf above the stove "Joel I'm not mad I'm just looking for something." Joel slowly walked towards where you were balancing on a stool trying to get the top door of the cabinet open. "Um...what's that?" You grunted as you finally got hold of what it was you were looking for. "My dad's red wine. It's gross too me, but he always says red wine gives you an appetite." You hopped off the stool and thrust the bottle into his chest. "Where's the wine you got me? I would like to get into that like asap." Before waiting for a response you went into the other room where the grocery bag still sat with the ice cream and wine and dug out the bottle. You hastily removed the top and began drinking. "Y/n...slow down what are you doing?" You removed the bottle from your lips and wiped your mouth. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Joel's face was laced with concern. "Okay that's enough. I'm calling your dad, you can stay at mine until he gets home. I'm sure he'll book the first flight back when he hears.." you didn't let Joel finish. He had tried to grab the bottle from your hands "no, fuck off I'm a grown woman. I don't need you calling me dad to tell on me or whatever." Joel placed both hands in his hair and squeezed his head "sweetheart you're clearly not okay! And for good reason... will you just let me help you? I'm worried about you. This shit wasn't in any of the parenting books I read before Sarah.." "you're not my dad!" "No no I'm not saying that I just" ... "is that all this is? You want to fill the void of not having your daughter at home this summer. So you come over here to parent me because my dad's not here? I don't fucking need that Joel I don't want you to see me that way."

...to be continued

[aanoia]

Always By Your Side

Kaz Brekker x reader

Warnings; slightly ooc Kaz, death, mentions of sickness, blood, could be an interpretation of suicide if you look at the end closely

Words; 1155

Song; Saturn by Sleeping At Last

I've only read the first book in the Six of Crows duology, I haven't yet watched the show.

Anyway, kaz brekker is goated so here we are.

Also, the mention of three taps is supposed to be the I love you thing. I saw another fic that I'll have to find that talked about three taps with Kaz and I wanted to incorporate it and possibly write a separate fic with it as well. Once I find the three taps fic I read I'll for sure tag the creator because their writing was breathtaking.

Requests are welcome and encouraged! If you like my writing and would like me to write for another Fandom you can look at my pinned post for my Fandom list!

Thank you for reading &lt;3

You taught me the courage of stars before you left

Kaz had lost everything. His mother had died during childbirth. His father in a farming accident. His brother due to sickness. He had lost so much. But he always had you. Except, now you too, were lost.

How light carries on endlessly even after death

Kaz watched as the Crow Club was laughing and dancing in honor of you. It was something you would’ve wanted instead of a bunch of people dressed in black while crying. He felt a twinge of guilt in his chest. You would’ve loved this. It was so upbeat and cheerful. It was happy, like you were. Kaz never understood how after everything this Saint forsaken world had thrown at you, you still held a smile on your face and a bounce in your step.

With shortness of breath

You explained the infinite

“Kaz.” You whispered, hand gripping his arm with whatever strength you had left. Thunder rang through the air as heavy rain poured down from the skies.

“Sh, rest, Y/n. Rest.” He instructed softly as he limped painfully with you in his arms, the blood from your abdomen staining his coat.

“Kaz, I love you.” You said carefully, feeling the breath slowly leave your lungs.

“Tell me that when you get better.” He demanded, pressure growing behind his eyes.

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist

“Kaz, you need to promise me something.” He ignored you, looking ahead determined despite his ankle begging for a break. “Kaz, please, look at me.” He didn’t answer, instead gasping as he dropped to the ground, his ankle giving out and tears spilling from his eyes.

“I can’t- I can’t do it.” He confessed. “I can’t lose you too, Y/n.”

You smiled and placed your hand on his cheek.

I couldn’t help but ask you to say it all again

I tried to write it down 

But I could never find a pen

“You’ll never lose me.” You had said gently. “I’ll always be with you.”

“No, you won-”

“Sh, of course I will. I won’t ever leave your side. But I need you to promise me something, Kaz.”

I’d give anything to hear

You say it one more time

“What is it?” Kaz asked as you wiped away his tears.

“Become something more. More than Dirtyhands. Become the boy you once were.” You asked.

“He’s weak.”

“He’s happy, and soft, and sweet. Kaz, I love you so much, as you are now. But please, don’t let this be your life until the day you die. Be kind, Kaz.” You begged as your heart rapidly beat weakly against your chest.

That the universe was made

Just to be seen by my eyes

“I don’t know if I can do it without you.” Kaz said quietly, fear taking over his body.

You laughed weakly, “How many times must I tell you I’m not going anywhere? I’ll always be with you. In here.” You placed your hand on his chest, right above his heart. “And my ghost will haunt you forever.”

Kaz’s chest shook as a wet laugh came from his lips, “I’m so scared.” He said jokingly, but you could tell there was truth to his words.

You used the last of your energy to carefully pull his head down and meet your lips. Your lips were cold which made shivers run through Kaz’s body, reminding him of the sickly feeling of his brother's skin. Kaz shut his eyes tightly once your lips stopped moving and your hand fell limp. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours as his tears mixed with raindrops. 

Anyone who passed by the scene would be shocked to see the notorious Dirtyhands sobbing over a girl's body, clutching her tightly to his chest as he rocked back and forth. He prayed to Saints he didn’t believe to give you back your breath and the gentle thump of your heart, but they never came.

I couldn’t help but ask you to say it all again

I tried to write it down 

But I could never find a pen

Kaz downed the rest of his drink, sitting down defeated on the stool next to him, looking out the window into the rainy streets. He knew he should be joining the group and doing what you had told him. But he couldn’t find the strength in himself to do so. Kaz was broken. Shattered into a million pieces. He wasn’t sure there was any fixing him.

I’d give anything to hear

You say it one more time

A shiver went down Kaz’s spine as a single crow landed in front the window, gently tapping three times onto the glass. Kaz’s posture straightened as he stared intently at the bird. Its beady eyes stared at him as his own eyes widened. He looked to his side, and although it was empty, he knew someone was there. He knew you were there. Probably watching the dancing with a wide smile on your face, overjoyed that this was all for you. Kaz smiled softly.

That the universe was made

Just to be seen by my eyes

Kaz looked to his side with a small smile, knowing you were there. Watching with a smile as he donated the money his latest heist gave him. He could never stop with the criminal life, it was too late for that. He could, however, bring good from it. He would never tell his fellow Crows what he did with his portion of the money they stole, never admitting to having a kind bone in his body. But he knew that despite it being done in secret, his kindness was enough for you.

With shortness of breath,

I’ll explain the infinite

Kaz carefully placed a chest full of millions of kruge on his desk as his dearest friends stood surprised in the office. Each Crow's eyes had widened, Jespers dramatically falling wide open.

“What is that for?” Wylan asked carefully, unsure of what Kaz had planned.

“Take it.” Kaz said evenly. “Split it evenly amongst yourselves and live the lives you have always dreamed of. Except for you Jesper, you are not allowed to gamble a penny of your kruge or it will be taken from you and donated.”

“Well, one, rude. And, two, Kaz, my dearest friend, what is wrong with you?” Jesper asked.

“Yeah, you’re acting weird and mysterious.” Inej said.

“Weirder and more mysterious than usual.” Nina added, earning a nod of agreement from Matthias.

Kaz smiled at them, genuinely smiled which took them aback. “Your debts are paid off, you’re free. Go. Live your lives.”

“And what are you going to do?” Matthias asked and Kaz looked slightly to his side where he felt your presence. 

“I’m going to meet up with some people from my past. Catch up again.”

How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

[foxymoxynoona]

Amended Drabble: Pregnancy Announce #1

I have an Amended drabble request about Jungkook and Isabella telling their family that they're pregnant, but I decided I wanted to do two drabbles about it. So here is the first one, sort of a prequel, and I'll respond to the ask with the second one once I write it (since that one will focus on their family announcement.)

Story: Amended Characters: Isabella & Jungkook Words: 2610 CW: Fluff, some language, mentions of sex, references to earlier unplanned pregnancies and doubts

A shriek outside the window made Jungkook and Isabella both glance at it in alarm, though neither moved. About a minute later the shriek came again and this time an expression of concern flickered across Isabella’s face. Jungkook didn’t notice, his gaze unblinking at the dark glass, his reflection showing he was miles away right now in his mind. A third time the shriek came, this time further away.

“God that sounds like a person,” Isabella admitted, because it did and it needed to be said, even though she knew it wasn’t. It didn’t sound quite like a person. 

“Coyote,” Jungkook guessed, still not blinking.

“A coyote is more of a yip, isn’t it?”

“I dunno. Fisher cat?”

Isabella chewed her lip. She picked up her phone, but the timer showed when the face lit up and she threw it back down. But not looking wasn’t making time go any faster and she needed something to distract her before she lost her mind. She unlocked her phone and opened YouTube and pulled up a video of a coyote yipping.

“It’s not the same,” Jungkook mumbled. “Something else…” Isabella scrolled down in the comments, idly reading what others had said below. Turned out she wasn’t the only one who’d gone to YouTube to solve the mystery of shrieks in the night. One poster suggested a red fox, so she clicked on a related video.

“That’s it,” Isabella said as the sound happened again outside, moving further away, only a second before an identical sound played from her phone’s speaker. 

“What is it?” Jungkook asked. The lack of movement on his face was borderline uncanny, like he’d turned into a mannequin and yet retained his ability to speak, though in a more monotone way than he normally did. It couldn’t be helped, this partial phasing out. He was trying to be calm. Trying not to stress. Trying not to care, whatever happened. It was fine. Anything was fine. ‘Nothing’ was fine. 

“Red fox mating call.”

“Cool.”

“I guess—”

The timer went off on Isabella’s phone, startling her so badly she gasped and dropped her phone on the bed. Jungkook grabbed it and silenced it and now the life returned to his body as his stomach did a nervous flip. Isabella’s too. 

“I’m scared,” Isabella admitted after a moment of them just staring at each other. “I know that’s stupid,” she rushed out. “But I’m scared it’s going to hurt this time if it’s not…”

Jungkook nodded and gently took hold of her arms, still nodding as he insisted, “I know. But the trying is fun. It’s only been a few months. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

“But I just have a feeling this time… if I’m wrong–”

“If you’re wrong, nothing happens except I fuck you a little more this month.” He tried to be light about it. It had only been seven months. Seven months was not much trying in the grand scheme of things, but he knew Isabella was frustrated by seven months after two unplanned children with zero months of intentional planning. He had thought the anticipation as her expected period date approached each month was part of the fun, but Isabella was already tired of it, and to be perfectly honest he was getting tired of it too. Tired of that little twinge of disappointment in his gut when each month taunted a bigger fear: what if this is going to be really hard for us? What if we have fertility problems? What if it’s my fault?

Ok, they’d had the experience now of counting the days, or hugging each other after a disappointing period, even the false hope when a period came late. Jungkook had never expected to know a woman’s period cycle as intimately as he did Isabella’s now, including that it was not very consistent, which was especially cruel when trying to get pregnant.

Isabella gave him a watery smile and took hold of his hand as they crossed to the bathroom sink. They’d done this part before too, taking a test after she was two weeks late, just across the date that an early detection test claimed to be able to tell. It had been negative. 

And now she was late again. Later than last time. They’d decided to wait a little longer to take the test so as to avoid the disappointment, and yet each day in which her period didn’t come left them a little more nervously hopeful. Any day now, any day now, any day now. But the blood didn’t come, even after a day of cramps, and Isabella grew nearly sick with anticipation until she couldn’t wait another day to do the stick test. She had to know. She didn’t want blood to give her the answer this time.

“Your hand is kind of shaking,” Jungkook noticed.

“Shut up!”

“If it’s negative, it’s negative. Nothing wrong. The doctor said to give it a year before we–”

“I know that,” she huffed. He’d been saying it more for himself than for her. Because it was going to be negative. It had to be. This was just another month like the last seven had been. They couldn’t just be pregnant. It didn’t just happen, even though it was something they were trying to make happen, the reality that she could actually be pregnant– well, that wasn’t real. None of this was real. Jungkook felt detached from it all. He felt outside of his body but didn’t want to make such a big deal out of it when it was just going to be negative again–

Isabella had admitted she thought she was pregnant, she’d finally said the words outloud to him a few hours ago after they had carefully avoided the subject other than a morning check of “Hey so did you start your period yet?” “Nope.” Her confession, that growing disbelief, sent Jungkook rushing to the store for the test. It had been hard to wait for the kids to fall asleep with the box waiting on the bathroom sink. Whatever the result, celebration or disappointment, it would be just between Isabella and Jungkook for now.

“You look,” Jungkook said as they approached where it rested beside the sink now. He kept his eyes carefully averted so he wouldn’t see anything.

“You don’t want to?”

“Ok, I can,” he said. 

“You scared to touch my pee? There’s a plastic cap and I wiped it–”

“I’ve never been scared of your pee.”

“Sicko.”

“You look.”

“No,” she said and shook both her hands and took a step away. “No, you do it. You tell me what it says.” Six times in her life she’d taken pregnancy tests, and twice they had been positive, and all those complicated feelings simmered in her belly now. Her first positive test had been gut-wrenching; she’d felt like her life was over before it even began. Her second positive test had been guarded joy, because she’d really thought things with Stig would be different, and that had turned out so terribly that it left a bitter taste in her mouth now. Before Jungkook, a negative pregnancy test had been such a relief –which felt terrible to say now, as if it somehow undermined how much she loved and appreciated her two wonderful children. But the circumstances had never been good, and right now those were the feelings swirling around, louder than her real children or this dreamed-of child she and Jungkook were trying to make. She suddenly felt seventeen again, terrified in her gut that she was right, she was pregnant, everything was going to end.

Jungkook swiped the stick up and looked at it, eyes already narrowed in preparation of deciphering hazy pink lines.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, dark gaze leaping to her. The words rushed out on a breath, ephemeral compared to the bold answer on the test. “It’s positive. Oh my god, it’s positive.” He couldn’t believe his own words as laughter bubbled up from his chest and he held his arms out. “It’s positive! We’re having a baby!”

Isabella promptly burst into tears.

“No!” Jungkook laughed, trying to pull her into a hug that she evaded. A wave of guilt and shame rolled over her, making her skin crawl, and she didn’t want to be touched for a moment. “What’s wrong! Bella?”

“Sorry, sorry, I just… It’s positive?!” She’d been so convinced herself earlier, and yet seeing the obvious ‘+’ on the test overwhelmed her. Old feelings overwhelmed her, all the fear and shame and panic of that very first pregnancy test at seventeen, the guarded hopes of the next one, and now… 

Jungkook just stared at her, not sure what to say or do as she wiped at her tears. His own exuberant joy paused, replaced instead with fear at this sudden show of disappointment from her. But she had wanted this! She said so! They’d been trying for seven months! And now it was positive and she looked like she’d been hoping for the opposite! 

“It feels wrong, it feels wrong,” she admitted, clasping her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, it feels wrong, I can’t be pregnant again…”

“You… don’t want a baby with me?”

The question got the answer she knew to be true, “I do! But… it doesn’t feel like… it feels like I fucked up again. It feels like we shouldn’t have done this. What if everything goes wrong now? What if–”

Her question made immediate sense to him and his deep sigh of relief washed over her shoulder as he successfully pulled her into a hug she now decided she did want.

“No, no, baby, everything will be different this time. Everything.”

“It just– always before it’s like yay a baby but everything else is terrible and then it goes wrong and– and I know it’s going to be different!” she insisted, letting herself be held. “I know that! I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry, it’s just like all these old– just like muscle memory feelings–” She wasn’t making sense.

“No, I get it. But it’s us this time. You are married and loved and we’re doing good and our kids are doing good and our family is going to freak out and this– we wanted this. We did this on purpose. Everything is different this time.”

“I know but… but is it… it’s really true? We’re going to have a baby…”

“We’re going to have a baby,” he said again. She still had the test clutched in her hand as she slid her arms around his waist. “You and me, Bella, we’re having a baby.”

It was his cologne that did it maybe, or the warmth and softness of his arms around her, or the firmness of his shoulder beneath her chin. A positive pregnancy test had never really been a cause of celebration before, but Jungkook’s chest was moving quickly with excited breath and his hold was tight and she could feel the vibrations of his body. 

“We’re having a baby,” she repeated, feeling the words crystallize. “As long as nothing goes wrong– I mean, it’s early and things can go wrong– it’s so early and–”

“Nothing’s going to go wrong,” he said, choosing to believe it because in the moment it felt like it must be true. “Everything is going to be good. It’s going to be so good!”

“We’re really pregnant. Oh my god, we’re really pregnant…” The thrumming of her heart began to shift from panic to excitement. She felt the shift. He caused the shift.

“We’re pregnant!” he agreed, and wrapped her tight in his arms and spun her around. “Oh god, I’m so scared.”

“No, you can’t be scared, I’m scared!”

“No, you already cried, it’s my turn to be scared now,” he laughed, but he only partially meant it because in the moment, everything would go well, and he would figure it out, and anything was possible.

“No, you wanted this!”

“I do want this,” he immediately agreed. “And so did you. We didn’t do something wrong.”

She nodded and wiped the last of her tears away, her other arm still draped around his neck, “I know. Oh god, don’t ever tell our kid I cried like this when we found out. They’ll think I didn’t want them. I do!”

“I know.”

“I just can’t believe it… it’s really going to happen…”

“I just needed a few months to warm up,” he snickered. “Wanted to make sure I put the best baby in you, you know? And now we’re going to be golden.” He pulled her in close, feeling like if he didn’t hold her he’d vibrate apart. The budding frustrations of seven months of disappointment were gone in an instant, replaced with the unbelievable fact that it had worked and right this very second, a baby was growing in Isabella. A baby for them to raise together from the start.

Isabella tossed the pregnancy test aside, no longer needing to hold it to confirm the truth, though it would be a while before she fully believed it. Jungkook’s joy as he danced her around the room was infectious and papered over those old learned fears. 

Suddenly he stopped and nudged her towards the bed, “OK, wait, we have to be gentle now, no more rough-housing. You lay down and put your feet up–”

“Koo, that doesn’t start right away.”

“No, no, you need to rest, you have a big job to do now.”

“Yeah, I know but it’s like the size of a comma right now. I don’t have to immediately get into bed–”

“When is your doctor’s appointment? I’ll go–”

“We just found out five minutes ago! I don’t have a doctor’s appointment yet!” she laughed. His smile made it unclear whether he was joking or truly scrambled, flustered by this development. 

“Ok but I’ll go to them all. You and me are doing this together, every step. And Ezra and Lily –they’re going to be so good at this. And my family is going to lose their minds! And–”

Isabella felt that same giddiness, even though they ought to think more about who they told and when, considering just how early it was. But for the moment, she pushed away even those shadowy fears, and just held her hands out to him,

“But right now, it’s just our shared joy, so give me a kiss.”

“Whatever you want, Isabella. Anything you need, just ask.” He leaned in for the kiss but kept smiling too big, and when Gidget started pawing at the door, summoned by the commotion from her plush bed downstairs, Jungkook threw the door open and announced, “We’re having a baby, Gidget!”

“Don’t just start telling people yet!”

“She’s a dog! She won’t tell anyone! I have to tell someone.”

“Fine. But no one else, we should have the doctor confirm everything first–”

Jungkook suddenly leaned down to kiss Isabella again, Gidget bundled in his arms like a baby, tongue lolling from her mouth and feet scrabbling as she yipped to be a part of whatever was happening.

“Sure sure,” Jungkook beamed. “Ah, should we save the test? Put it in a baby book or something?”

“What?! No! Gross!”

“But it’s positive.”

“We’re not saving the pee stick,” Isabella laughed.

“Ok, right right… how about I’ll take a picture of it.”

“That’s a better plan,” Isabella agreed as he tossed Gidget down and ran to do so. And she felt in her gut that Jungkook was right: everything was different this time. Everything was golden. And he was going to be such a good dad.

Jungkook really fucking hoped so.