#and thought “I'm going to fuck around and find out”

[nadvs]

　 —⊹　♡　 newlyweds ⟢

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

anon asked . . . i'm thinking about being newlyweds with rafe. you're at friends' house for dinner and as midnight falls, rafe notices how sleepy ur getting, sheepishly smiling and all, trying to keep up with the conversation. he's gotta take his sweet wife home and fuck her all soft and deep for being so so good

author’s note obsessed with this request. filthy smut below the cut! 18+!

a smile tugs on the corner of rafe’s mouth as you settle in the passenger seat, another sweet yawn escaping your lips.

“i don’t think you said thank you enough,” he rasps.

you laugh softly as you pull your seatbelt on. you’d thanked your mutual friends for hosting you countless times on your way out, earning his gentle teasing.

“i wanted to be polite,” you say. “is that so bad?”

“no, baby, it’s not bad at all,” he murmurs. “you ready for bed?”

you bite your lip, looking over at him as the overhead light dims to black. you’re no stranger to that depth in his voice, coated with velvet, laced with arousal.

“mhm,” you reply in a hum, your eyelids heavy.

he can’t wait to bury himself deep inside you. the sex has always been incredible, but since the day you made your vows and slid rings onto each other’s fingers, it’s been mind-blowing, your love having never felt so rich.

rafe drives out onto the road and you sink further in your seat. his eyes drift to the way your dress is gliding up your thighs. he’s getting hard, his briefs tightening. it’s like all he ever does is thirst for you.

he imagines the silk bunched up between his fingers as he hikes that dress off of you. he wouldn’t have the patience to take it all the way off if he didn’t love seeing you entirely naked, all of you ready for him.

his hand finds your thigh, his palm big and warm, thumb stroking over your skin.

“i saw you trying not to fall asleep at the table,” he teases. his fingers glide to your inner thigh. the feeling of your soft, hot flesh makes his cock even harder. “my sweet girl. didn’t want to be rude.”

you instinctually spread your legs, your stomach coiling at the thought of his fingers on you, in you.

one hand is tight on the wheel while the other plays with the lining of your panties at the crook of your thigh. he gently nudges against your core, the thin layer of your panties already wet against the pads of his fingers.

you breathe a moan. your head is spinning, your body writhing to feel him without any barriers.

“you gonna thank me tonight, too?” he asks.

“yes,” you whisper. you gently buck your hips and reach across the console, touching the hard bulge in his pants.

“fuck,” he groans. you cup him over the fabric, desperate to feel his girth stretching you out.

you tease each other, your breaths going shallow as your hands move the way you know the other loves. his fingers dip into your panties, gently parting your lips, just barely sinking inside.

rafe has never been so glad the drive is so short. his heart is pounding in his ears once he gets you in bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as he hovers over you.

his tongue is against yours, your mouths open and hot and wet as your clothes clumsily bunch together and drop to the floor.

you’re panting when his mouth finds your neck, kissing and sucking. he cups your jaw to ensure that you look him in the eyes as he guides himself into you, slow, so slow that you want to cry out.

rafe shudders against your mouth as sinks into your heat. this is the best place in the fucking world. on top of you, your pussy wrapped around him, your moans filling his ears.

“was staring at you tonight, thinking about how lucky i am to call you my wife,” he rasps. “about how hard i want to make you come.”

goosebumps bloom over your skin as he shifts to trace circles over your clit. he finally bottoms out, stretching you out with a pressure so euphoric that you feel dizzy.

every thrust is slow. you fit together perfectly, hot and sweet and meant for each other. he completes you and you complete him, needing the other just the same, missing each other when he pulls back.

his body know yours so well, a language only you two speak. it takes no time for the coil in you to snap, coming undone. you feel like you might lose your mind when you watch him dip his fingers into his mouth to taste you.

his hips start to rock faster. harder. he collides against you over and over, the deliciously lewd sounds filling your bedroom, tangled with his ragged breaths and the squeaking bed.

“so good for me,” he groans, his lips pressed against your temple. “i fucking love you.”

and you tell him you love him, too, you thank him, you moan his name, you feel absolute perfection as he finishes inside of you.

[littlelovelunette]

Hellooo, could I request a reader getting over a heart break and deciding to wear her sluttiest outfit to go out drinking and Sevika who can’t keep her eyes off her cause she’s wearing a short skirt that barely covers her ass?

Eye-Fucking Ya’

Sevika x Recently Broken-Up!Reader

Sex with plot, fingering in a bathroom stall, fondling and kissing, teasing, Reader is a mood, mentions of being caught, biting and hickeys.

Even though, you missed your ex dearly you forced yourself out of it. Your friends had been blasting your cell for the past hour, trying to get you out of your little depressed shell.

"Let's go get drinks," one of them had suggested but you were skeptical. Should you?

As you showered, the cold water cascaded down your frame. You sighed a little, picking up the shower gel resting on the rack, you squirted some on your hand. "Maybe I should go." You mumbled to yourself.

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea after all, you did need the time outside. You'd been drowning yourself in work to distract yourself from the pain of your breakup. With a groan, you wiped your hand off on the towel and grabbed your phone using your other hand to part the shower curtains.

As you picked your phone up, you saw there were around 26 missed calls from your friends. "Hey," you gingerly put the phone to your ear.

"Hi, girl! We've been calling for hours! Why are you ghosting us?" Kayla asked, you could hear the other girls giggling in the background. Of course, they were probably getting their nails done for their outing today.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see the messages, I've been off my phone since the morning." You replied, looking at your sleep deprived reflection on the mirror. Your eyes were swollen and bloodshot from crying.

"Off your phone? Are you okay, girlie?" Kayla asked, her voice lowering in worry.

"Yeah... Just a hard time coping after the breakup, I guess." You answered, using your other hand to prode at your own face as if testing the skin.

"That's why we keep tellin' you! Come to Last Drop and have a drink with us. Maybe dress up a little and you might even get laid." Kayla said, her tone taking a suggestive turn.

"Get laid? I don't want sex right now. I'm barely even outta the woods." You laughed bitterly.

"Oh, c'mon, maybe just dress up for us girls then, okay?"

"Yeah, okay fine."

You both paused and you could hear Kayla asking the other girls if they could delay their outing so you get off your work shift and join them. The others sounded so excited you'd be there— so much so that you almost felt guilty for cancelling on them so many times earlier because you were busy grieving your breakup.

"Does 8 pm work for you?" Kayla asked.

"It's a bit late but uh, yeah. It's not like I'll be having company rather than y'all anyway," you laughed slightly.

"Maybe soon," Kayla said, letting her words linger before she cut the call with a last, "See ya' there!"

You pulled the shower curtain back and put your phone on the counter again, resuming your shower silently as you thought what you'd wear. You couldn't think of any bar-worthy outfit in your closet. You'd thrown most of them out anyway because they no longer fitted you.

As you stepped out of the bathroom in a towel, you rummaged through your closet only to find a very short black dress. You sighed softly and tried it on, it barely covered the swell of your ass. You tried to pull the hem down more but it didnt budge. You groaned, turning to see your butt in the mirror. Well, it did look good.

You shrugged, zipping the dress off and putting it on a hanger so you could dress for your job first. You left the room, phone in hand and key jingling from the little ring on your belt. Work was the usual, serving tables and sucking down the inappropriate even hurtful remarks of paying customers. And Karens. You were grateful when your shift was over and you quickly walked to your house to get ready. It was 6 pm by the time you reached. You didn't take long to get ready, putting out hair up so you could flash those shoulders.

You put the black dress on, it was a sleek, satin dress with spaghetti straps and a cowl neckline. The daring side cutouts were pretty much flashing most of your skin anyway, the chains that adorned them barely covered and only added to decor. You put on some long silver earrings and sighed, "Bold or natural?" You asked yourself as you opened your eyeshadow palette. After a while of contemplating you decided one night of a bold smokey eyeshadow couldn't go wrong.

You left your house in a leather jacket that covered your body just right, heels clicking as you walked down the pavement of Zaun. The cold night air licked your skin and gave you goosebumps, but you tried to ignore it. When was the last time you actually felt independent since that toxic relationship of yours that fell apart? You don't remember.

When you opened the door to Last Drop, you immediately noticed the table your friends were seated at. They were chattering loudly as they ordered drinks. Kayla spotted you and waved at you obnoxiously as if they were hard to miss.

Sevika wasn't one to ogle, she never did. In fact, it was almost always the other way around so she didn't bother trying hard when it came to women. But seeing the way your butt squished against your seat seemed to shake her the wrong way.

"Fuck, who's she?" Sevika questioned one of the henchmen. He took a long stare at your figure before looking back at Sevika with a shrug.

Sevika groaned and finished her game of poker before she got up, walking upto the bar to get a drink refill. The bartender refilled her glass without her needing to ask him to. She turned, elbow leaning against the bar as she looked at your frame. "She's smokin' hot," Sevika thought.

"You see that?" Kayla smirked, "Silco's right hand woman is checking you out, girl!"

"No way," you glanced at Sevika who was staring at you blatantly. You couldn't decipher whether she was planning out how to murder you and bury your body or if she was just staring at you, appreciating the view.

"Go, talk to her!" Kayla said with a full blown grin.

"But Kayla, she has a history of— um— y'know paying for sex at a brothel. I'm not sure if she'd even take me seriously or just want a taste of my—"

"Hey, pretty," Sevika's voice cut you out, sounding out right behind you as she pulled up a chair, sinking down onto it causing it to let out a creak.

Her mechanical arm was well tucked away under her poncho, a soft smile playing on her lips as if she knew her charms were enough to sway you. With a nervous clearing of your throat, you answered, "Hey...." Your tone was so awkward.

"What brings you here in such an interesting outfit tonight?" Sevika asked, leaning back in her chair, legs manspread and her juicy thighs seemed like they were just asking to be sat on, claimed.

You blushed without even realising it, hiding the side of your face using your hair. As you fiddled with the hem of your dress you answered, "Just... Recently had a bad falling out with my girlfriend so, just getting my head back in the game, I guess."

"Doll, you date for fun?" Sevika crossed her legs, raising a brow. There was no judgement in her tone. Only amusement. As if any answer that you'd give her, regardless of the level of devotion, she'd still hit it with you.

"Oh, no, no," you giggled, "You got me all wrong. I date to marry."

Sevika smirked lazily, "Is that right?"

Small talk turned into deep meaningful conversations about how the both of you would spent your lives after getting married and settling down. You wanted to settle down for the purpose of starting a family. Sevika? Not so. Sevika expressed how she was sure anyone who she dated was likely to be far younger than her and so, she expected to get cheated on. It was heart shattering to hear her speak so lowly of herself, she claimed she wasn't worth the effort of love.

Suddenly, before even realising it you both were kissing in the bathroom if Last Drop, Sevika's hand was in your panties from under your dress as her fingers worked to rub your pussy in slow, determined strokes.

"Tell me, what do you need?"

"Besides a healthy relationship?" You giggled shakily, arms coming to wrap around her as you kissed her. The kiss was heated, Sevika wasn't a gentle soul normally but for you she toned down her game, taking her time to actually explore your mouth and focus on your pleasure.

You both parted for air. Well, you parted for air, Sevika could keep going. She continued nipping down your neck, "I need your fingers." You whispered.

Sevika's thick fingers parted your pussy lips and her thumb pressed your clit while her middle and index fingers found your slit, dipping only the tips of her fingers inside. "Sevika, don't be a bitch." You said in a warning tone.

Sevika glanced up, chuckling, "Don't play around, do ya'?" She pulled you close earning a gasp from you due to the suddenness but she didn't let go, her fingers starting to pump inside your hole. "Now just imagine if someone walks in and finds us."

"Shut up," you hissed, grabbing her shoulders tightly, your nails digging into her skin as your eyes closed, "Oh, fuuuuuuck."

Your pussy clenched around Sevika's fingers, clit twitching under the calloused pad of her thumb. You were close and you knew it but you didn't wanna finish so fast and make a fool of yourself. You told yourself to hold on just a bit more.

"You're close, aren't ya'?" Sevika asked in a breathy tone, her teeth sinking down at the curve of your neck illiciting a gasp from you. She didn't stop, her teeth digging deeper and leaving an imprint of them, sucking the area to form a dark hickey.

"I am," you admitted, burying your face in Sevika's neck to muffle your moan, "Oh, right there—" Sevika curled her finger and that's all it took, you whined loudly as you came undone all over her fingers, soaking them.

"There we go, what a good girl," Sevika pulled them out with a wet schlik and took a good lick of them, maintaining eye contact with you. You flushed. "You're so sweet, pretty girl." Sevika commented as she continued licking her digits clean.

"Wanna clean up or continue?" Sevika asked, her grey eyes glinting with mischief.

"Does that offer have a bedroom version? I'm tired of standing upright, y'know."

[littleapplle]

let's make this bed get squeaky!

after an unexpected wanderer attack, you show rafayel how fun it is to be a girl. - 2.9k w. - not proofread.

cw.: fem!rafayel, very implied fem!reader (srry!!) feminization (if you squint), raf isn't a woman but does get turned into one temporarily, porn with a bit of plot, nipple play, worshipping (if you squint), face sitting, so cunnilingus, 69, scissoring? humping... something in between idk... kinda subby raf too... self indulgence. alot of that. i'm the pervert here.

note: this was vv inspired by this art by @.beechu-beechu !! one of my fav artists here on tumblr and twt, pls check their work out!! <3 as soon as i saw fem!raf my brain MELTED. also this was a bit rushed, sorryyy !!><

“Love, you don’t have to freak out! The Hunter Association will find a way to revert it in no time. Relax!” — To be honest, you were too calm about it.

“Relax!? How am i supposed to- Oh, my bodyguard failed to save me from this catastrophe and now i have to pay the price with my beautiful body!” Rafayel cries in response, his voice far too dramatic and feminine.

And what has really happened? Well, a few hours ago. you and your boyfriend went out for an outdoor date in the middle of a small forest in Linkon City so Rafayel could, maybe, find inspiration for his next work.

It just so happened that the area you both decided to visit was a dead zone, your hunter watch was malfunctioning and did not warn you the area had wanderers nearby. Luckily, you were still in your hunter uniform and armed so it should be no biggie. The wanderer, a small creature you’ve never seen in any of your missions, had its back covered in pinkish spores that once Rafayel shouted out for you, exploded on his face, making him cough for air.

Wanderer defeated and your lover safe, you’re left with an… unique form of Rafayel.

“...Rafayel?” You call out for him cautiously, worried for his safety while waving your way through a cloud of pink dust.

To a few choked coughs, your ears perk. You’re alone with Rafayel but it’s not his voice you hear. Or so you thought.

The mist slowly dissipates in the air, and you’re finally able to see more than just the shape of his body choking for air dramatically. With narrowed eyes and a hand covering your mouth and nose – still concerned the mysterious dust is toxic – you call out his name once more before a gasp escapes your throat.

“Rafayel…? Wha- what is wrong with you?!” Comes out a little too harsh but your shock is genuine. Was this caused by the wanderer? Offended, he is quick to frown and bite back. “Wow cutie, i get seriously attacked and the first thing you ask me is that? What a great bodyguard i have! How can i file a complaint?” 

“That’s not what i meant!-” You stutter, “Uhm…” struggling with your words and confusion bubbling in your system, you move your hands to your boobs, trying to move his gaze down to his chest. Oh. Oh. His blouse did feel a bit tighter after all.

“What the fuck?!” 

Yeah… you’re sure that he spooked every single animal in the little forest with his scream.

Back to the present, you find yourself back in Rafayel’s home, trying to convince your boyfriend that being transformed into a woman by a wanderer isn’t the end of the world and that yes, it is temporary. 

“Raf, you’re gonna be fine. I heard Tara say something about a new type of wanderer lurking around earlier this week. We’re gonna find a way to turn you back, m’kay? You assure with more confidence now that your confusion over the situation has dissipated completely.

To your words he — she — does not answer, too busy sulking while staring at his new face in the pocket mirror you carry in your bag. 

“Besides… you’re quite the pretty girl, raf.” The sweet giggle that escapes your lips makes him frown.

 “Can you quit bullying me? Those cheap journalists are never going to shut up if they see me like this!” Rafayel cries. “I wanted to have a nice day out with you. ow… can’t have a single normal day in this city.”

That makes your ears perk and your body scoots closer to his form on the couch. You rest your head on his shoulder after kissing his puffy cheek. “Aww! ‘S no biggie, baby. We can still have fun indoors. I’ll just have to show you how fun it is to be a girl.”

You spend the day doing things you’d already do with him while enjoying quality time together but with some additional goodies. His purple hair is so long now and even softer! You take your time brushing it, massaging your nails on the scalp before trying multiple hairstyles.

Pigtails, buns, fishtail braids, boxer braids, ponytails… oh, you’ve tried every. single. one. Which he can’t really complain about! Who doesn’t love having their hair played with?

Rafayel is already used to the next activity, so he doesn’t even bat an eye when you ask him where he placed the nail polishes you bought a few months ago. 

“Pick a color baby!” You chirp, holding the tiny bottles in your hands. 

He does just that. Picking a lilac shade and offering his cold hands to you, Rafayel scoots closer to you on the couch. “You’re enjoying this too much.” He points out.

For a moment, you don’t answer, busy with the tiny brush between your fingers and trying not to smudge the milky paint in his short nails. “Hmmm maybe i am.” You giggle, “Can you blame me though?” 

It’s his turn to not answer, he thinks he’d sound too petty if he did. Rafayel loves the pampering, and even though he’d rather drown in the deepest and darkest waters of his long forgotten home than to admit this right now, he’s obsessed with you showering him in affection. Nothing is new, you’re sweet as ever and like a sea sponge, he absorbs all he can happily. 

Rafayel isn’t an insecure man, especially with his body. He knows he was sculpted by the seas with care and passion, born with the body of a god, something worthy of unending worship. So you eyeing him up and down was never a problem, but now? Oh, he feels small, he wants to dig up a hole on the hot sand and stay there for eternity, accompanied by the sand crabs.

Shame is a feeling he’s no longer used to and hates the taste of, he notes.

Noticing his silence, you put the brush down to look at him. 

“You okay, raf?” Genuine, innocent concern. 

“It hurts.” Puffing his cheeks, he frowns and closes his eyes.

“What hurts? Are your wrists sore agai-” — “No! Not that.” Rafayel whines, peeking at you through his long(er) lashes.

“Well, i’m not in the mood to play guess with you, fishie.” Arching a brow at his dramatic discomfort, you chuckle as he whines once more, “Heavens- they’re sore!”

And you have to bite your lip to not burst into laughter. Having the pleasure of seeing Rafayel, usually confident and sharp with his words, blushing like a literal girl was truly a sight you’d never thought you had to see.

“Your boobs?-” — “Don’t say it like that!” You swear that the big and tall windows of his home could’ve shattered in an instant with his horrified scream. 

“Awww, babyyy! Don’t be shy! We’ve all been through that, ‘s just part of girlhood!” You poke his cheek, aiming to tease him just a little more. Leaning in closer, you sit on his plump thighs.

Oh and he looks so done. 

“Stop acting like i’m a woman!-” He basically cries out in embarrassment.

“Oh but you are!” Interrupting him, you continue, “And as your girlfriend, and girl best friend, i’ll help you with your girl problems, raffy-”

“I’ll spit bubbles on you!” Rafayel interrupts back and you finally break down laughing on his lap.

Rafayel swears to himself that he wants to bite your head off so you stop teasing him, he hates how he can feel the tip of his pale ears get warmer each second and something inside him growing hotter. He’d bury your face on hot sand right now and yet he doesn’t move you from his lap.

As your laughter settles and you breathe in to calm down, you place a kiss on his burning cheek. A silent apology. “Seriously though, you’ve turned out to be quite… busty!” You giggle but continue before he can throw a fit again, “Can i massage you baby? Would you let me do that f’you, raf?” Whispering against his cheek, you nuzzle the bridge of your nose on his skin.

He just nods, still frowning in shame and with eyes closed shut. 

Your fingers trace his collarbones in sickly light touches, hands snaking down to the foreign feeling on his chest. 

He shivers and twitches under you once your hands cup his tits through his white blouse, the absence of a bra making your touch feel a little too intimate for his already overwhelmed brain. Your fingers feel him in circular motions, gently applying pressure to where his nipples take place.

Rafayel squirms, throwing his head back and trying to hide his face in his long, purple hair. “You’re so responsive, baby.” You coo, purposefully brushing your thumbs on his nipples, which ignites a yelp from his tight throat. 

The sensitive pebbles grow hard not so long later, making themselves visible under his light shirt. He curses you in his mind, the innocent and sweet way you talk to him could get him going anytime. Rafayel bites his glossy lip hard. 

Fidgeting with the collar of his shirt, you give him your sweetest smile. “Your body hasn’t changed at all baby. You still melt down when you have your chest played with.” You lean in, closing the space between you two and press a kiss on his trembling lips. “The only difference here is that you’re the prettiest,” kiss, “most whiny,” another kiss, “and cutest girl i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” and a last peck to seal your words like a spell.

Your lips leave his but the phantom sensation of your mouth against his stays. Your lips find home on his jawline, placing featherlight kisses on the milky white skin. 

“Can i take this off, raf? I might need a more serious inspection if you’re sore like that, hm?” Pinched by your fingers, the first button of his blouse comes undone, exposing more of his cleavage. “Y-yes.” Is all Rafayel answers, not much more than a shy whisper.

And that is the only sign you need to keep going. Your hands work gently but still eager to finish the job and reveal what’s under the expensive fabric. He helps you with the sleeves, accepting his fate and that even if he tried to shy away and hide, you wouldn’t let him. And how could you? Not now. Not when his perfect, spotless skin is exposed to the cool air of the living room, the sea breeze guided inside by the open windows making his nipples react at the temperature and stand tall.

Your lips, never far from his neck, kiss down his collarbones and the fat of his tits. His reactions are exactly what you’d expect, low whines and nonstop squirming under your touch. With open mouthed kisses to his areola, a cute light brown you note, you’re quick to give his nipple a playful lick, igniting a squeak from him. 

“D-don’t- do that-!” Rafaye’sl protests are ignored by your ears, while your lips suck on the sensitive pebble, your fingers pinch the other one, rolling it gently yet teasingly between your thumb and index finger.

Pop! – Is the sound your mouth makes as you let go. “Fuck..”, you eye him with hunger, and even though his eyes are squeezed shut, he seems to notice by your silence. “Stop staring. You’re ridiculous.” Of course he has to try and bite back.

“Am i now?” You kiss the corner of his lips, interrupting any petty answer he was about to give you. “Shit- need you to sit on my face. Can you do that f’me, baby? Please?” 

Rafayel feels like a virgin again, the foreign, weird and achy feeling between his legs makes his brain foggy. He wants to say no and shy away, spit a thousand bubbles at your face as he promised but he just can’t.

Which doesn’t mean he won’t freak out anyway. 

“N-no! That isn’t even your thing- i’m like, twice your size-” Before he can continue his protests, you’re already lying on your back on the big couch of his living room. “Please? Jus’ wanna let my girlfriend know how good it feels, mhm?” It is your turn to whine, beg.

He stares at you in horror but the pathetic look you give him wins. He kicks his pants and boxers off but his judgemental stare doesn’t falter. You can’t help but moan at the sight of his new, bare body. 

Rafayel was surely the prettiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on and now, prettiest woman too. He sits on your lap, facing you, testing the waters, hoping it’d be enough to quiet you down. “Closer, ‘fayel.” You urge.

This time he finally gives in with no complaints, shifting on your lap and closer to your shoulders. There, he turns on his back, hovering on top of your face before you grab his plush hips and push him down impatiently.

“A-ah!- don’t just do that-” He mewls.

You taste Rafayel before you can’t even see how wet he is. Spreading his ass with both hands, you pepper his cunt with eager kisses. He trembles at the new feeling, squirming and accidentally grinding against your lips, only igniting more whines to leave his pretty lips.

Your head spins at his sounds, brain mushy with how submissive you could get him to behave, at how fucking hot he sounds and how good he tastes. 

Finally diving in, your lips suck on his folds gently while your hands, once on his ass, help his hips move against you for more constant stimulation. 

“Fu-uck!- Dun stop. Please.” Rafayel squeals before a tiny lightbulb lightens up on his head.

Rafayel leans down, trembling on top of you as he pulls down your shorts just enough so he can have access to your panties. He doesn’t take it off, doesn’t have the patience to, only pulls them to the side and greets your awaiting pussy with a kiss. 

In this whole mess, you didn’t even realize how your arousal started to build up during this whole time. Too busy with Rafayel, looking at Rafayel, teasing Rafayel. You’re sure that he — she — is the siren that will drag you to the bottom of the sea with pretty mewls and then consume you. 

As he should, you think. You’d die happily.

To the kitten licks on your clit, you shiver, parting your legs open to help him. “Getting- mgh- bold now, baby? Thought you’d let me do all the work.” Muffled by the weight on top of you, you tease anyway.

You don’t give him much space to speak, wrapping your lips around his clit and sucking at  a steady pace. You’re not able to see his reaction but his mouth lets go of your cunt, his lashes tremble and close shut in pleasure. “Gonna cum, rafe? Oh- mgh- y’er such a sweet girl, raf.” You praise sweetly. 

Rafayel really tries to keep up with you but with his mushy brain, his head only rests against your thigh while he moans lowly. His clit throbs on your tongue thanks to your gentle words, you laugh mockingly under him. “Fuck- dun’ like when i call you pretty girl  but your body tells me otherwise, love. You don’t get much from lying here, raf.”

Shut up. Is what he really wants to tell you, maybe flick your forehead and say all the petty things he can think of. His thighs shake violently and with another loud and melodic cry, Rafayel cums. 

You keep going for a little longer, kissing his folds and clit and sweet affection before a strangled whine makes you pull away. 

He helps himself out of your face, sitting on the couch with his head resting on a blue pillow with the face of someone who just came back from pound town. Rafayel doesn’t bat an eye when you manhandle him closer to your body.

His lips find yours in an instant, kissing you with need, like he just came out of the ocean for the first time and his lungs aren’t used to the summer breeze on the beach. He sucks on your tongue, swiping his own on your under lip in a sloppy kiss.

You two fight for space on the couch, now feeling a bit cramped. Rafayel’s legs tangle on yours messily and he finds himself on your lap once again, grinding and humping against you like this is exactly where he was meant to be. Smiling on his mouth, you can’t help but tease him. 

“Insatiable much? Pretty girl can’t take her hands off me hm?” You chuckle but are quickly interrupted, moaning loudly when his clit accidentally bumps on yours, which Rafayel takes advantage of.

And you let him, your only guidance being the phantom touch of your hands on his waist. “You can’t really ever keep your mouth shut, can you?” He sighs, “Not near you, ever.” 

You’re quick to cum too, with hitched breath and hips buckling under his in search of more stimulation, any moans are silenced by his lips insistently glued to yours.

Noticing your body melting on the couch cushions, Rafayel lets himself relax on top of you, too. With a last kiss to your neck, he buries his face on your shoulder blade.

“I’ll file a report about what happened later, m’kay? Dun stress.” — “Hmmm.” Is all he’s able to answer while your free hand massages his scalp, slowly drifting him off to sleep.

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[cherryblossom-heart]

A/n: Ok besties, hear me out. One of my favorite non canon but with all the vibes and sexual tension type of couple is Karen Page and Frank Castle from Daredevil. So now it got me thinking…

FYI this is a little bit long

Hero!Satoru x Reader x Vigilante!Sukuna

Hero!Satoru who you meet after he rescues you. You suffered the terrible case of wrong place, wrong time, finding yourself being chased thought the streets of Tokyo by thugs working for one of the seven clans that own the city.

Hero!Satoru who, after you get cornered in a dead end alley, right as they are about to put a bullet in your head, suddenly pops up behind the man who almost shot you. The men were taken by surprise, it wasn't every day that you saw a man materialize out of thin air but the bandages over his eyes foolishly made them think they had nothing to worry about.

Hero!Satoru who laughs as shot after shot they miss him, taunting them every time. When one of the bullets lands next to you, making you shriek in fear, he quickly appears next to you, carrying you in his arms as he teleported with you to a safe place behind a dumpster. You threw up as soon as your feet touched the ground.

Hero!Satoru who finishes all six men in less than a minute, not even breaking a sweat.

Hero!Satoru who goes to you. You're shaking like a leaf having experienced almost death and certain murder for your intended killers for the first time in your life.

Hero!Satoru who extends his hand to you but you recoil in instinct, not sure of who you should trust now. Sure, this stranger just saved your life but the crack one of the men’s leg did once Satoru bent it at an unnatural angle would surely haunt your dreams.

Hero!Satoru who looks at you and something warms in him. Maybe it was the way you looked like a cornered puppy, your eyes big and wide in fear, or perhaps it's the way your lip quiver with the threat of tears. Or maybe it was because, even though you were terrified you were still brave, your eyes carrying such fierceness he had only seen in his fellow heroes.

Hero!Satoru who lifted his hands in the air, trying to show he was no warm to you. He crouched in front of you, taking out a small tissue he always carried in his back pocket for emergencies. With a swift movement he wiped a couple of small droplets of blood that had stained your face. He's relived you didn't back away.

Hero!Satoru who offers you the tissue, in case you want to clean yourself further more. You take it, hesitantly snatching out of his hand.

Hero!Satoru who breaks the silence.

"Hey, I'm Sator–y," he coughs up the last letter as he chastised himself for his slip up. Fuck, he wasn't supposed to use his real name.

"Satory?" You asked clearly confused.

"Yep, Satory." He lifts up his hand to you. "That's my hero name."

"That's your hero name?" The edge of sass in your voice almost made him laugh.

Hero!Satoru who, after an improvised explanation on why his hero name is Satory, asks for your name. You don't give it to him right away, but as you pondered your options you decided that having a super hero as an acquaintance is not a bad idea.

Hero!Satoru who smiles brightly at your name, each syllable engraining themselves in his memory.

Hero!Satoru who helps you standing up, his pull easily bringing you on your feet maybe a little too hard making you crash against his chest, his arm circling your waist.

Hero!Satoru who feels how a little bit of warmth in his cheeks as he feels you pull apart and he thanks the universe for helping him choose to wear bandages to cover his eyes or else you would've seen his panic in them.

Hero!Satoru who is now a little too nervous, almost darting out as he mumbled a silly apology and excuse of having to keep fighting crime.

Hero!Satoru who gets stopped by your hand in his arm, your touch sending shivers down his spine. He looks at you, unable to say anything as he stared at your fingers wrapping around his biceps.

"Wait, where are you going? What am I supposed to do now? These guys still know who I am, they're going to kill me. Help me, please."

Hero!Satoru who sighs, not because he was annoyed at your pleas, but because he knew you didn't even had to beg that much. He was still going to help you.

Hero!Satoru who takes you to his home and reveals his true identity. Satoru Gojo, playboy, millionaire and an occasional pro bono lawyer with striking blue eyes they were impossible to resist. He tells you the name he uses in his little rendezvous "The strongest.". His cheeks turn pink when you burst laughing.

"I'm sorry. God, aren't you cocky?" You ask in disbelief.

"Only because I'm right." He winks at you.

Hero!Satoru who offers you a place to stay as he figures out a way to get you out of danger. But instead of taking his help you argue with him. You want to expose them, the big corporation that worked under the Yakuza, the politicians what were in the mobs payroll.

Hero!Satoru who, after several hours of arguing with you, finally lets you help. You will be an informant for the police and Satoru would be your lawyer, one of his many pro bono cases. He would talk to his friend Detective!Kento, the one cop in the whole city he trusted one hundred percent.

Hero!Satoru who ends up liking your company, his penthouse not as lonely and dark. He likes getting home to someone smiling for him, he likes the smell of the food you offer to cook as "payment" for saving your life in more than one way. He likes the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh and the way your shampoo smells, it's scent now lingering in one of his pillows in his room.

Hero!Satoru who can't help fall in love with you as you face everything ahead with trembling limbs and tears pooling in your eyes yet you never yield, not even when you get framed for a murder you didn't commit, taking away part of your credibility as a witness. If the police wouldn't hear you then the papers would, and you'll bring every proof you could with you.

Hero!Satoru who enlists Lawyer!Suguru's help, his best friend aware of his shanenigans and the only person in the world he would trust his life with and therefore yours too. Both of them use every trick in the book until the finally get to set you free.

Hero!Satoru who holds you tight the night you get you get released, your innocence finally proven. That's the first night Satoru kisses you. Slowly, passionately, lovingly.

Hero!Satoru who, for the first time in a long time, is happy and content as he has you in his arms, his nose dipping in the crook of your neck.

Hero!Satoru who gives you tells you about the group of thugs he just beat up, hoping that one of them might have some intel he could use against Kenjaku, the man that behind every every string but he had planned to interrogate them but the cops showed up a little too early.

Hero!Satoru who isn't too sure to let you go interrogate one of those thugs at the hospital they were at, especially now that he had another tip of a big showdown where Kenjaku would be at, it was one in a million chance. But a small little please and the fierceness of your eyes and he rolled his eyes and agreed to let you go, as if he could stop you once you had made your mind.

Hero!Satoru who get's to the location, eagerness but mostly anger coursing through his veins as he is waiting to finally see the man who had made your life hell.

Hero!Satoru who notices too late that it was a trap, a trap meant to keep him occupied, distracted. Men after men came, dragging the fight longer than it should. When Kenjaku is nowhere to be seen he hold one of them men by his collar, screaming at him to give him answers.

"The boss... he sends his regards to the little bitch you're protecting."

Hero!Satoru who thinks he's too late as he calls your phone, each call going to voicemail.

Hero!Satoru who, for the first time in his life, feels completely and utterly hopeless.

You had reached the hospital room where one of the men Satoru had fought was recovering in. A broken nose, ribs and arm had rendered him incapacitated, his face almost deformed from the punches he had taken.

He had woken up in fear, scared of the "Blind demon." coming back for him. You had tried to call him down, telling him he better told you everything he knew or you would call this so called "Demon."

It didin't take long for him to spill the secrets he kept, giving you more and more ammunition for the expose you were working on. After over thirty minutes of recording, the sound of screaming interrupted your interview.

Gunshots could be heard everywhere, along with the screams of people who had gotten in the cross fire. You knew they were here for him, and the middle level criminal knew it too. You grabbed him, pulling him alongside you as you tried to make your way out of the hospital.

You had reached the hallway that reached the exit door, so close you could almost feel safety at the tip of your hands. Unfortunately, the criminal you were trying to keep alive had taken a stop, his lungs not cooperating with him after such a run.

You kept pulling on him, telling him to push through the lack of air. He began standing up straight, finally continuing giving a couple of steps in your direction when a shot was heard. A bullet carving his way from the back of his head to his forhead.

You ran, your legs and your lungs burning as you reach for a random room to try to keep yourself safe in. Unfortunately crystal walls are nothing against bullets.

Now cornered against a wall you hear your phone ringing, Satorus ringtone playing through the silent room you and your future killer are in. He looks at you, nothing but disdain in his face. He lifts his gun, aiming straight for your face.

"Kenjaku sends his rega–"

The man fell to the floor, now with a hole where his eye used to be.

Vigilante!Sukuna who looks at you and you remind him of a scared little puppy, trembling like a leaf as you began processing whatever the hell had just happened.

Vigilante!Sukuna whose red eyes scan you, analyzing whether or not you are a threat. It takes him less than a second to asses you're not, not with fear written so clearly over your face.

Vigilante!Sukuna who is surprised when you quickly pick up the gun his victim had, aiming it right at his chest.

Vigilante!Sukuna who sees as you take in his appearance. Red eyes, pink hair and a shit ton of tattoos adorning his body and face along with the big muscles you could see against his black long sleeved shirt he's wearing and the bullet proof vest. The man was built like a tank.

Vigilante!Sukuna who aims his gun back at you, thinking you might give up and just plead and beg for your life. Instead he is surprised by your stance, sure you were trembling but there wasn't a doubt in his mind you would shoot him dead if he tried anything.

"I'm not here for you." He says, plainly.

You don'y say anything, just waiting for him to do the first move. He tries to move forward to you but you aim the gun now to his face as he lifts his hands in the air.

Vigilante!Sukuna who thinks he's dead and he can't help but be disappointed as he sees your finger pulling the trigger. Taken out by a scared little girl, what an embarasing fate.

Vigilante!Sukuna who hears the bullet passing next to him, followed by a thud behind him. He turns around to see one of Kenjakus men in the floor, a bullet in his shoulder.

Vigilante!Sukuna who can't describe what he's feeling but as he sees the fire behind your eyes, he thinks there's more about you that you let on.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

the broadway bug; pt one

@hugleclerc and @isaadore it's finally finished! I hope it turned out alright <3 love you guys and thanks for taking a look at what i'd written.

pairing; charles leclerc x marcy lace montgomery faceclaim: gracie abrams

blurb; when artist met athlete and they turned eachothers world's upside down.

warnings; grinding, dirty thoughts, google translated french, hair pulling, dirty talking, being mutually horny, oral fem!receiving, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], one night stand, morning after awkwardness, drunk/tipsy sex, sloppy kisses, slight mention of a belly bulge [let me know if i missed anything!]

currently playing; woke up late by drax project ft hailee steinfeld "last night we met at one, drank 'til two, danced 'til four, walked you home, awake 'til dawn, slept 'til noon and now i want more, i got that taste, it's in my mouth, it's like i had too much last night but it just felt so right"

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your back hit the door with a thud as you gasped into the mouth of the tall firm body pressed against you, hands sneaking under his shirt with an eagerness of seeking out new territory.

his skin was warm beneath your hands and you could feel the muscles tense under your delicate featherlight touch, his hands gripped at your hair as you lips met in a sloppy wet kiss.

"i didn't catch your name" you giggled in a moment of respite from his heavy assault upon your mouth "charles" he muttered before attacked your mouth once more as the door to your apartment fell open sending you both tumbling back inside.

"marcy" you murmured but it seemed this charles character couldn't care in the moment as his fingers began to play with the strings of your lace up cami, fingers pulling in earnest.

you'd had no clue that you'd be going home with a guy tonight let alone one that you didn't know, your best friend of fifteen years had decided to take you out in celebration of landing the role of eliza schuyler in hamilton the musical.

you'd first met this charles when you were around four drinks in, already at the bar asking for your fifth and he'd appeared beside you, ordering another round for his table.

it was the off season and he was celebrating with his future teammate lewis who said that he just had to see new york and others including his current teammate carlos "i'm going to miss you mate" charles mumbled "it won't be the same without you" he'd told carlos, they'ed become like brothers and while it was nothing like the relationship carlos had with lando, charles would trust carlos with his life.

"buy me another drink and then we can get sappy darling" carlos chuckled, it had been a running joke the past four years that they had spent together, calling eachother endearing names.

"yes sweetie" charles chuckled back, finding his balance as he stood, already being a little tipsy and that's that how you both came to stand at the bar at the right time to meet eachother while waiting for new rounds of drinks.

he'd accidentally bumped you as he'd approached "m'sorry" oh now that was a smile you knew would be worth sinning for you thought as you gazed into those perfect soulful green eyes "it's alright" you smiled back.

god must have a cruel sense of humor throwing you in charles's way, he wasn't looking to go home with anyone but he was quickly changing his mind, was the temperature in this bar getting warmer or was that his mind playing tricks on him for the way gazed at you.

but he couldn't help himself, you looked so pretty in your lacy little camisole, he swallowed when he thought he caught sight of your pebbled nipples beneath the fabric, his mind began to wander as he thought about what they might feel like beneath his fingers or better yet.. between his lips.

he shook his head to get rid of the thoughts as the bartender placed his drinks on the tray in front of him, he looked down and when he gazed back your way, you'd started walking away, he reacted quicker than he would during a race.

his hand reached out and grabbed your arm gently, he had to get to know you, you spun around when you felt the hand on your arm, although the touch was featherlight, you felt it... the touch sending shivers zapping up and down your spine, he'd barely touched you and he already had heat pooling in the pit of your stomach.

"do you want have your drink with me and my friends, i can pay for it too, make up for bumping into you" he offered in that smooth husky voice that you'd begun to realize you'd do just about anything for including dropping to your knees right then and there to give him a blowjob that would have him writing his vows on a bar napkin.

and oh how you'd wanted to agree so fast but the lingering thought in the back of your brain told you no.. you were here with your friends.

but his eyes were begging you, those sweet soulful eyes and well fuck it.. it was a night to have fun "you know what.. sure" you nodded as you glanced back your friends who were all tangled around eachother on the dancefloor.

when charles returned with you, his friends looked surprised "now who is this mate" lewis chuckled but charles dismissed them with the words "a friend"

great you thought, already friend-zoned but if you had anything to do with it, you'd change his mind by the end of the night, you however had no clue that he'd already begun to regret his words.

you watched as he sat and offered you a seat on his lap, you swallowed at the thought of it, the idea of being able to feel him through his jeans and your skirt.

fast forward two hours later and your basically grinding against eachother as you made your way out of the dingy little downtown bar, hailing a taxi at a fast pace, you and charles had talked for hours and yet neither of your names came up and right now neither of you could care as his lips met the sensitive skin behind your ear as you still tried desperately to hail a taxi which led to the current moment.

you couldn't keep your hands off eachother as you stumbled back towards the bedroom of your studio apartment, pulling eachothers clothes off in hast, you were desperate to feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips, to hear the groans that would slip past his lips as your nails dragged down his back.

you were stripped bare of all but your lacy black underwear while he was still adorned in his jeans as your back hit the bed and the little oof you let out at the impact made him sigh.. fuck you were adorable.

you weren't sure if it was the mass amount of alcohol floating through your bloodstream or the heat radiating between your bodies but the sight of him standing before you made your mind even hazier than it currently was, it like all your thoughts had vanished as you gazed at the muscles of his taught chest and his strong arms.. oh yeah no your thoughts were long gone, floating on a phantom wind like autumn leaves in a cool afternoon breeze.. this man was about to be the death of you.

the weight of his body pressing against yours as he climbed over your trembling frame was heavenly "you excited sweetheart" he muttered as his lips found your collar bone, that was the first time you'd noticed his accent, french and it was thick in his throat and fuck did you love it.

"please keep talking" you gasped as your fingers gripped at his hair, tugging gently, your whispered breathless words brought a chuckle from his throat "you like my accent sweet girl" he asked darkly to which you merely nodded, as you pulled him closer.

"et si je parle en français, c'est gentil" [and if i speak in french sweet thing] he murmured against your skin which caused you to shudder underneath him "relax sweet thing" he chuckled as he felt the movement.

your fingers threaded through his hair to pull him even closer which theoretically wasn't possible but you couldn't help but try.. charles on the other hand couldn't help but believe that he was finally able to make his earlier thoughts to come to life.. he felt like he was living in a dream as his lips enclosed around you breast, sucking and licking at the skin as though he was a man starved.

"oh god.." your head tipped back against the mountain of pillows that made up your bed "your hardly doing anything and your driving me insane" you groaned out fingers tugging at his brown locks, you could have sworn you felt the cocky smirk that spread across his face at your words.

it wasn't long before his lips released your breast.. thumb rubbing over your nipple in fascination.. before he once more began to kiss his way down your body, lips tracing every dip and curve of your body.

your stomach tensed as his lips kissed his way down the length of your body, tongue darting out to lick at your skin as he went, tasting every inch of you.

"so sweet darling, want to eat you up" the grin that adorned his face was deadly, when your body shuddered beneath his touch, he knew there was no more denying eachother of the thing you both wanted.. his mouth on you and the taste of you on his tongue.

the soft featherlight kisses that he placed against your core through the lace of your panties had you tensing and bucking your hips against his face, with a smile even deadlier than the last, he wrapped his arms under your thighs and across your stomach, pinning you to the mattress.

"gotta stop squirming sweet thing" charles breath was hot against your core as he chuckled, pulling the barely there scrap of lace you called underwear to the side, it was torturous the way he placed soft kisses to the pussy lips.

as your fingers tangled through the soft locks of his beautiful brown hair, he knew you'd had enough of his teasing, your hands pushing his head closer to where you desired him most, when the tip of his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, he could have sworn the sound you let out was orgasm worthy.

he wriggled a little, trying to get rid of the feeling, he was not about turn back into the insecure teenage boy he once was, the boy that would be so close to cumming in his pants when a girl simply said hello to him.

cloud nine was really the only way to describe the feeling zipping through your body when he finally made his move, tongue dipping into your folds and licking one gentle swipe up across your cunt.

charles felt his eyes roll as he finally tasted you, so sweet like honey or maybe even champagne, you were addicting, a new drug he couldn't get enough of.

you felt he was treating you as some kind of meal with the way he was eating you out, his tongue dragging through your folds and licking up every drop of your sweet juices like he hadn't eaten in days.

it wasn't long before he had you cumming on his tongue, juices flowing into his mouth but he didn't stop, he merely pinned you harder to the mattress and kept going at you like some three course meal.

it was overstimulating the way he kept licking and sucking at your cunt, the whines that slipped past your red raw lips you'd been gnawing at the whole time were like an angel's voice to charles ears but the tug you gave to his hair let him know it felt the opposite "no more... no more" you gasped.

charles pulled back unwillingly "but you taste too good to stop.." he whined in protest "later" you promised, grabbing at him, trying to pull him closer, his body clambered back up and above yours, hands caging around your head as he leaned down close to your face.

your lips smashed together, hands coming up to cup his face as your kissed sloppily, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue "i see what you mean" you purred as your tongue wiped across your bottom lip.

"holy fuck... your gonna be the death of me" charles groaned out, his voice turning hoarse at the sight of you, it wasn't long before his jeans had been discarded and joined the rest of your clothes on the apartment floor, scattered around to hunt for tomorrow morning.

"shit!" you squealed as charles's hands took a firm hold on your hips and lifted you closer to him, aching to slip inside you but not wanting to cum too fast, he took a moment to admire your fully naked quivering form beneath him, the mere sight of you was becoming embedded into his memory for later use, it would also haunt his dreams later... not that he knew that fact in the moment.

with a few soft reassuring words and your hands tightly gripping the sheets beneath you, you tensed as the first nudge of his cock entering your wet, tight, hot walls could be felt.

the position he currently had you in made the feeling all that more breathtaking, the groan of pleasure mixed with utter relief escaped your mouth, head slamming back against the pillows, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as he railed his hips in and out of you like a rabbit in heat.

"oh god... fuck" his voice was low as the words escaped his parted lips, charles's head pressed against the mattress next to yours, hips picking up speed with every thrust

"how the hell are you deep" your words a rasp in charles's ear as your body moved, hands gripping at his shoulders for support, holding on for dear life, almost though you'd tumble over the edge and not return if you let go. the pleasure zipping through your body was intense and yet you never wanted it to end.

charles gazed downwards at your words and almost came from what he saw "oh putain" he cursed, hand pressing to the base of your stomach and pushing down on the little bump that formed there with every thrust "shit!" you squealed at his actions, teeth biting at his shoulder to avoid anymore overly loud sounds coming out of your mouth, you didn't need a noise complainant tomorrow morning.

it wasn't long before the both of you were tumbling over the edge, multiple curses slipping out, your grip on his shoulders loosened as you slowly came down from the highest peak anyone had ever brought you to "what the fuck was that" you breathed out softly.

charles slowly rolled off of you, body landing with a soft thud on the mattress next to yours, being ever so smug he merely gazed you with a soft smirk playing at his lips, he rolled onto his stomach and moved around a little until his fingers trailed across your skin, his touch featherlight as his fingers created little patterns out of your freckles and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

the two of you lay there in silence for a good while, unsure of what to say to each other in that moment, the silence was only slightly awkward yet comforting in way that soon lulled you both to sleep, charles's arm still lightly draped across your body as soft snores filled the room.

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waking up the next morning, you had to squint to keep the sun out of your eyes, why the hell didn't you close the curtains you cursed yourself but at the same time, the warmth was nice to wake up to, it helped to ease the headache pounding against your skull.

"this is why i don't drink" you muttered, rolling onto your side, when you did you had to rub your eyes to make sure that you weren't hallucinating the man currently laying face down on your bed just small shuffle away, that's when all the memories and thoughts from the previous night hit you hard, how good he'd made you feel and the accent he held which made every word that tumbled from his soft yet slightly chapped lips sound even better.

you also couldn't stop yourself from thinking how nice he'd been to talk before you'd even made it back your apartment, if only you could remember his name; chris.. no, carl.. definitely not, charlie sounded almost right but not quite there and so in order to avoid hurting your brain anymore, you decided to just settle on his name being charlie for now.

as you there gazing at him, you couldn't but admire him, the way the morning sun peaking through the windows of your studio apartment illuminated his features in a way that made him look like some kind of greek god, his soft lips lightly parted as even softer sounds escaped them. you admired his slightly flushed cheeks and cute fluffy morning bed hair, he looked adorable.

the thoughts that swirled in your brain as you admired him were consistent, he was cute, he is really good in bed and others like it but there was one that more prominent than the others, how awkward this would be when he woke up and it's not like you could sneak out while he still slept, you normally would but that was when it was their apartments or hotel rooms, this time, it was yours.

as you contemplated the predicament that you had currently found yourself in, the man you had dubbed as charlie began to stir next to you "shit, shit, shit" you cursed under your breath, you watched as his eyelids slowly began to flutter, letting you know that he was slowly waking up. you quickly debated your choices in your head, you could either pretend to still be asleep for face the morning after conversation that was about to take place head on.

however before you could decide between choices, his eyes fully opened, revealing the most striking greenish blue you'd ever seen, you felt like you could almost drown in them, in the current morning light you couldn't stop yourself from thinking that his eyes looked even more captivating in this moment than they ever did in the lights of the cheep shitty bar you'd him in last night.

"buongiorno.." he mumbled, voice still rough with sleep was like heaven to listen to and that accent.. it was distinctly European you couldn't help but think but there was something else to it was well, he sounded french but you didn't want to assume, his accent overall had made his simple greeting sound effortless, you watched as blinked several times, seemingly taking in his surroundings with ever growing confusion.

"morning.. charlie" you greeted awkwardly, testing out the name that you'd settled on after not being able to fully remember his real name. you watched as he brow furrowed slightly and he cleared his throat "it's ah.. it's charles actually" he offered you a polite but strained smile "but ah.. close enough I guess"

you groaned at your own mistake before gazing at him again "marcy.." you muttered softly, "i'm marcy.. in case you forgot"

"marcy.." charles repeated, as if he were testing the name on his tongue. "I.. I didn't forget" the slight hesitation in his voice betrayed him completely. "sure you didn't" you replied with a knowing smirk.

the awkward silence that followed was almost palpable as you both lay there, two strangers who knew each other's bodies but very little else. charles shifted uncomfortably, causing the sheet to rustle around him "this is your apartment then.. i'm guessing" he asked, stating what you both knew was painfully obvious all while his eyes continued to dart around your studio apartment, taking in all the little details that made you, you.

"no.. last night I broke in and brought you along for the thrill" you deadpanned before you could stop yourself, your hangover was making your word filter malfunction "oh god.. un, sorry, yes.. this is my place" you groaned out quietly, hiding your head under your pillow in embarrassment.

he chuckled nervously, running a hand through his disheveled hair, you peaked out from under the pillow at the same time and your gaze couldn't help but follow his movement, the way his bicep flexed with such a simple action, the memories of those arms had felt wrapped around you last night flashed through you mind as you moved your back out from under the pillow so that he could see your face fully again.

"I like your.. ah" charles gestured vaguely around the room, his eyes landing on the framed playbill posters on your wall "... your ah.. theater things" ah bless him you couldn't help but think, trying to break the awkward tension between the two of you with casual conversation.

"theater things.." you repeated, unable to hold back a soft snort "that's.. very specific" as his eyes lingered on one particular piece of your framed memorabilia, you saw the recognition slowly begin to dawn on his face "wait.. you're.. are you that marcy? marcy montgomery from thoroughly modern millie.. my maman loved you in that" he murmured as he gazed at you.

you felt your cheeks heat up, it always caught you off guard when people recognized you, your role as dorothy in the hit broadway show back in 2012 had earned you some recognition in new york but you weren't exactly a household name, at least you didn't think that you were.

"ah.. guilty as charged" you admitted, pulling the sheet higher around your chest, suddenly beginning to feel much more exposed than you had just mere moments ago "though i'm surprised that a.." you trailed off, realizing that you had absolutely no clue who charles really was or what exactly it was that he did for a living.

"formula one driver" he supplied, saving you from your own embarrassment "I drive for ferrari.." your mouth dropped open in shock, now it was your turn to be impressed and yet mortified at the same time, you'd gone home with a race-car driver and had spent the morning calling him by the wrong name.

"formula one" you repeated dumbly, almost like he had done with your name earlier "as in like.. the cars that go really fast?" charles's lips quirked up in amusement then "well that's.. one way to put it, yes" he replied

"that's why you've got the accent.. italian.. right?" you guessed, knowing immediately from the expression that came to adorn his face that you were wrong "monégasque" he corrected you gently "from monaco"

you laughed then, face falling into your hands as another soft groan escaped you "alright well now i'm glad i guessed italian, my original guess was that you were french.." you admitted.

charles couldn't stop himself from laughing at that, it was a genuine sound that momentarily cut through the awkwardness "well, you weren't entirely wrong.. monaco is very close to france and many of us speak french so your instincts weren't completely off" he replied with a soft smile

"small victories.." you mumbled, attempting to smooth down your bed head with one hand while still keeping the sheet secured with the other "so.. you're like, pretty famous then.. yeah"

charles shrugged at your question, a gesture that was somehow both humble and confident at the same time "in certain circles.. yes but not like you and broadway thought, that's real talent"

"oh.. says the man whom drives death machines at three hundred kilometers per hour" you shot back. "that's a fair point" he conceded with a small smile that made your stomach do an inconvenient flip, you were just going to blame it on the hangover.

another silence settled between you then, it was less awkward than before but still had a sense of lingering uncertainty, you both seemed to be calculating your nest moves as if planning a race strategy or blocking for a complicated dance number.

"I should probably.." charles finally broke the silence, gesturing vaguely towards a pile of clothes on your floor that were unmistakably his.

"right.. yes" you nodded too quickly, wincing as your head protested against the sudden movement "and I should probably..." you trailed off, realizing that you actually had nowhere to go, this was your apartment after all.

charles seemed to slowly register your dilemma "I.. I can go to the bathroom while you.." he made another vague gesture that somehow encompassed the entire concept of the morning after composure. "that would be.." you couldn't seem to find exactly the right word "helpful"

as charles gathered his scattered clothes from the floor, you couldn't help but notice a flash of red fabric - ferrari branded boxer, of course it was, you quickly adverted your eyes, feeling your face become flush again as charles made a quick dash for your bathroom.

the moment that the bathroom door clicked shut behind him, you scrambled out of bed, suddenly very aware of your complete nakedness, you grabbed the first two things you could find - an over sized 'nyu drama club' shirt and a pair of black yoga pants that has definitely seen better days, you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, knowing your hairbrush was in the bathroom. you couldn't help but grimace at your reflection in the mirror of your dresser, last nights mascara had created quite the impressive raccoon circles under your eyes.

"great.." you muttered, your licking your thumb and attempting to smudge away the worst of it "very fucking glamorous marcy" you muttered to yourself

from the bathroom, you could hear water running, followed by what sounded like a hushed phone conversation, probably calling his friends who were wondering where he'd disappeared to last night, you suddenly wondered how just how famous charles might actually be, famous enough to be spotted at breakfast spots or maybe famous enough that you should be concerned about paparazzi outside your apartment building. the thought sent you scrambling to your bedroom window to check the street below you, just the usual morning traffic and hurried new yorkers with coffee cups in hand running late for work, no suspicious characters with zoom lenses.

you breathed a sigh of relief just as the bathroom door opened, charles emerged looking considerably more put together than when he'd entered, hair damp and face clearly washed, he'd managed to make yesterday's rumpled clothes somehow look intentional, in that effortless european way that had always eluded you.

"I'm sorry about that" he said, holding up his phone "my friends were.. concerned about my whereabouts" he mumbled "well did you tell them that you were with dorothy from thoroughly modern millie" you joked weakly.

"actually, I told them I was with another friend.." charles replied, his eyes meeting yours with a strange sincerity that made your breath catch "I hope that, that's alright"

"a friend.." you repeated, unsure why such a simple word made your heart do a little stutter "yeah, that's.. ah accurate, I guess" charles rubbed the back of his neck, looking around your apartment as if searching for the right words "well.. I should probably get going"

"right, of course" you nodded, suddenly feeling oddly deflated, this was how one-night stands were meant to end, polite and quick goodbyes with absolutely no string attached.. so why did this feel so different "it was very nice meeting you.. marcy" he said, extending his hand as if for a handshake but realized the absurdity of the gesture after what you'd shared last night and dropped it awkwardly to his side.

"you too.. charles" you replied, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling very shy despite everything, he moved towards the door and as he went to grab the doorknob, you stopped him with your words, suddenly wanting to get to know him better when you realized that him leaving meant that you'd never see him again "do you want to stay for coffee" you blurted out.

charles froze with his hand lingering on the doorknob, clearly caught completely off guard by your sudden invitation, he turned back to face you, his eyebrows slightly raised in surprise "coffee?" he repeated, as if testing the word.

you immediately regretted your very impulsive offer, "I mean, if you have time that is.. you probably don't, you've most likely got plans with your friends or whatever it is formula one drivers do" you were rambling now, your hangover causing words to spill from your mouth quicker than your brain could filter them.

"actually.." charles glanced down briefly before looking back up to meet your gaze "I don't actually have any plans today.." you hadn't been expecting that, now what to do "oh.. well um, my coffee maker is completely ancient so don't be expecting anything fancy"

charles smiled, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing "i'm not too picky about coffee after a night out..." he trailed off "right.." you nodded, heat rising to your cheeks again "well make yourself comfortable.." you gestured towards your couch with a soft smile on your face

you moved from your spot, making your way towards your kitchen, the open layout still allowed you to be able to communicate with charles while you worked, you couldn't help but fumble with the coffee maker, the familiar routine gave your hands something to do as your mind raced with one singular question repeating itself; what were you hoping would happen by inviting him to stay..

"nice place.." charles commented, flopping down onto your couch "it's very... new york"

"well that's a polite way to say small and overpriced" you replied with a wry smile as you continued measuring the coffee grounds "I meant it has character" he clarified "monaco is beautiful but can be a bit.. sterile at times"

"I've never been, so I wouldn't know" you admitted, pressing the button on the coffee maker before turning to look at him, your body leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter "to monaco or any part of europe actually"

"never" charles seemed genuinely surprised by your words "even with your career" he questioned to which you shook your head "broadway shows don't typically tour europe, you have the odd west end show that comes here from time to time but it's not usually the other way around" you explained.

"well that's a shame" charles murmured, looking thoughtful "european audiences would love you" the compliment caught you completely off guard and so you busied yourself with pulling mismatched mugs from the cabinet just to hide your pleased smile "so what brings you to new york exactly.." you questioned, trying to change the subject.

"my new teammate for new year, lewis, he loves new york and said I just had to see it" he explained in brief "and so.. how are you liking it so far" you asked, raising an eyebrow at his words, a faint blush began to cover his cheeks "it has been.. memorable"

the coffee maker sputtered to completion and so you poured two mugs "milk, sugar?" you asked before picking them up "black is just fine" he replied, wrapping his hands around the mug as he watched you take a seat on the small couch next to him "thank you" he muttered.

as you sat, pressed close together due the small size of sofa, you suddenly became aware of just how intimate this felt - sharing coffee in your tiny living room, the both of you still slightly disheveled from the night before, yet a strange domesticity hung in the air, completely at odds with your usual one night stand protocol, you couldn't help but think that this was something you could indeed get used to.

"so.." you began, not knowing where you were going with it "formula one huh.. must be intense" charles gave a small laugh "well, that's one word for it.. it's my whole life" he offered in return

"how did you get into it?"

charles's eyes lit up your question and so he launched into a story about karting as a child, the influence his father had on him, a story all about chasing his dream and you found yourself genuinely fascinated, not just by what he was saying but by how he was saying it, the passion for his job evident in his voice and the animated way his hands moved as he spoke.

"sorry.." he said suddenly, cutting himself off mid sentence "i'm talking too much"

"no" you assured him, surprised to find that you really meant it "it's interesting.. really" you reached across, hand squeezing his gently in confirmation before falling back into your lap.

he swallowed as you squeezed his hand, having not have expected it at all "so ah.. what about you" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee "how exactly did you end up on broadway" now it was your turn to tell your story, about dance classes from the age of four, about the local community theater where you'd grown up all up to the audition that changed everything. as you spoke, you realized how long it had been since you'd talked about your journey with someone who wasn't a close relative, friend or someone who was already in the business, it was nice being able to talk to someone who asked you questions out of genuine curiosity rather than just professional networking.

"and now?.." charles asked you "what are you working on now?"

you smiled at the question "I just got casted as eliza in hamilton for the cast reunion shows, the original actresses couldn't do it cause she was too busy.." you explained

"hamilton?" charles's eyes widened with recognition. "even in monaco we know it, those songs are everywhere."

you smiled, "it's pretty surreal, honestly., i've been understudying for months, but when they called me for the lead..." you trailed off, shaking your head. "it still doesn't feel real."

"I understand that feeling," charles said softly. "my first time in a ferrari was like that, something you've dreamed about for so long suddenly becoming a reality."

your eyes met and there was an unexpected understanding between you, two people from completely different worlds who yet somehow recognized the same emotional landscape, the coffee in your mugs had since grown lukewarm yet neither of you seemed to notice as you discarded your mugs on the nearby coffee table, the late morning sun filtering through your windows casted a gentle glow across your apartment. you were about to ask him more about racing when your phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table.

"oh.. i'm sorry" you muttered, glancing at the screen to see it was your best friend; phoebe calling, charles merely stood "I should go anyway.. I've already imposed on your morning more than I intended to" a pang of disappointment hit you as you watched him collect himself, straightening out his shirt and running a hand through his soft hair, you silenced your phone, letting the call go to voicemail.

"it's just my friend, she can wait.. you don't have to rush off" you blurted out quickly "unless you have somewhere you need to be" you really didn't want him to go, you were enjoying his company far too much.

charles paused, already halfway to the door, his expression shifting as he considered your words. he turned back to face you, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I don't have anywhere urgent to be," he admitted, his voice softer than before. "It's just... I didn't want to overstay my welcome."

"you're not," you assured him quickly, perhaps too quickly, but the genuine smile that spread across his face in response made your momentary eagerness worth it, he settled back onto your couch, his lanky frame relaxing into the cushions. "so hamilton, huh? that's a big deal."

"yeah," you nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you settled beside him, close but not touching, which was surprising considering how small your couch really was "i still pinch myself sometimes, just thinking about it" you admitted with a soft smile adorning your features, charles smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know exactly what you mean, I still do the same with ferrari."

"so how long have you been racing?" you asked, genuinely curious about his world that seemed so far removed from broadway, "since I was four," he replied, his expression softening with nostalgia. "my father put me in a go-kart, and that was it, i knew even then what I wanted to do with my life." he paused, studying your face, "what about you, huh marcy? was performing always the dream?"

hearing your name on his lips sent an unexpected warmth through you. "my mom took me to see hairspray when I was six, I came home and announced I was going to be on broadway someday." you laughed softly. "she probably thought it was just a phase."

"but it wasn't," charles said, his voice warm with understanding, "no" you agreed. "dance classes, voice lessons, community theater, i was obsessed and then nyu for musical theater and after graduation, there was the endless cycle of auditions, rejections, waitlisting..." you shrugged.

"and now hamilton," he finished for you "that's amazing.. really" the sincerity in his voice touched you, so many people in your life had supported your dreams, but few truly understood the sacrifice and dedication required to make them reality, yet here was this not so strange anymore stranger who seemed to get it immediately.

"racing seems even more competitive," you offered. "I mean, there are what, only twenty formula one drivers in the world?"

charles nodded. "twenty seats and hundreds of drivers who would kill for just one of them." his accent thickened slightly as he continued, "the pressure is...intense, one bad season and sometimes even a few bad races, and they're looking to replace you."

"how do you handle it?" you asked softly, he was quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting toward your window "i remind myself that i'm living my dream, even on the hardest days." he looked back at you. "and you, how will you handle opening night in one of the biggest shows on broadway?"

"probably by throwing up backstage," you joked, though there was truth in it. "but then the music will start, and everything else will fade away." you hesitated, then added more seriously, "it's the only time I feel truly present, when i'm performing, it's like nothing exists outside that moment."

"that's exactly how it feels in the car," charles said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes alight with recognition. "the focus narrows until there's nothing but you and the track and the absolute edge of what's possible." you stared at each other for a beat, the connection between you palpable, two people who understood what it meant to pursue something with every fiber of their being, who understood what it was like to live for those moments.

"it's strange," you murmured, "how someone who drives at 300 miles per hour could understand my world so well."

"perhaps not so strange," he countered softly. "passion is passion, no matter what form it takes." your phone buzzed again from the coffee table, but neither of you glanced toward it, the space between you had shrunk somehow, though you weren't sure which of you had moved closer.

"how much longer are you in new york for" you asked, charles's expression softened as he considered your question. "i'm actually here for another week," he revealed, leaning back slightly against your couch cushions, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face at his words.

"so this is going to sound a little weird.. but i'd like to get to know you a bit more.." you admitted then, unsure of how he would take it, after all this had all started as a one night stand.

charles smiled, his green eyes crinkling in the corners softly "I don't think that sounds weird at all" he said, voice soft "I was actually hoping that you might say something like that"

relief washed over you. "really?" you asked him, just wanting to double check on his answer "really," he confirmed, shifting slightly closer on the small couch "there's something about you, marcy... I can't quite explain it but hen I woke up this morning, I should have been thinking about my friends waiting for me at the hotel, but all I could think about was finding a reason to stay a little longer."

your heart fluttered at his admission. "so what does your vacation look like for the rest of the week?" you asked, trying to sound casual despite the warmth spreading through your chest.

"well," charles ran a hand through his dark hair, "my friends and I had plans to see some sights, check out some restaurants, it's very rare that I get time away from racing to just be... normal." he paused, looking at you with a hint of vulnerability in his expression "but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I disappeared for an evening or two, maybe you could show me your new york? the places tourists don't know about?"

"i'd like that," you said, unable to contain your smile, the conversation flowed easily between you, minutes stretching into hours as you discovered more about each other. charles told you about growing up in monaco, about the weight of carrying on his father's legacy, about how these rare getaways with his childhood friends and sometimes the other drivers kept him grounded during the whirlwind of the racing season. and you shared stories of your hometown, the countless auditions and rejections before finally landing your big break.

as afternoon sunlight shifted across your apartment floor, you both realized how much time had passed, charles glanced at his watch with evident reluctance.

"i really should go this time," he said, though he made no move to stand. "my friends have probably been texting me wondering if I'm still alive."

"i know," you replied, equally reluctant to end this unexpected connection. "I have rehearsal in a couple of hours anyway." charles nodded, finally rising from the couch, you walked him to the door, a comfortable silence falling between you, at the threshold, he turned to face you, his tall frame almost filling the doorway.

"thank you for today" he said softly. "and for the conversation, this wasn't exactly how I planned for my day to go, but..." he smiled, "it's turned out better than I could have imagined."

"I know what you mean," you admitted, looking up at him, charles took a step closer, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. the touch sent electricity through you, and you found yourself leaning into his palm as it cupped your cheek.

"may I?" he whispered, his accent thicker than before, his eyes searching yours, you nodded, rising slightly on your toes as he bent down, the kiss was gentle at first, tentative, his lips soft against yours but as your hands found their way to his shoulders, the kiss deepened, becoming something more certain, more promising, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart matching your own, the warmth of his body as he pulled you closer.

when you finally broke apart, you were both slightly breathless. charles rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.

"my friends will tease me endlessly about this," he murmured with a soft laugh. "disappearing after a night out and coming back with stars in my eyes."

"worth it?" you asked with a playful smile.

"completely," he answered without hesitation. "I'll text you later?"

"You better," you replied. "I want to know which tourist trap your friends are dragging you to next so I can suggest something better."

with one last quick kiss, he reluctantly stepped back into the hallway. "until tomorrow, then.. tour guide" his last words before disappearing down your apartment buildings hallway pulled one final laugh from you.

as you closed the door behind him, you leaned against it, fingers touching your lips where his had been moments before. your phone buzzed again—probably phoebe, desperate to know where you disappeared to last now and why you'd been ignoring her all day but for now, you wanted to savor this feeling: the unexpected connection with someone who, despite coming from a world so different from your own, somehow understood you completely.

you smiled to yourself, your life had always been about the stage but suddenly, your world seemed to have expanded to include the city monaco and a certain formula one driver with green eyes and a soft accent who had come to new york for a vacation with friends and somehow found his way to your door, as you lent against it, you couldn't help but think about nothing except for seeing him again.

marcy.on.stage

marcy.on.stage: today's occupation: tour guide

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[lovetei]

hello! I love your work and I wanted to request (if it's possible) the continuation of that ask where the brothers get their backs blown by Dom!MC, I would like to see the same scenario with the undateables instead because that first ask WAS SOO GOOD

I forgot what work this is, how can I forget my own work 😭

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist, Rules

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DIAVOLO

He was busy signing paperworks in his room

Then you suddenly bursted in

You look... Disheveled

Your pupils are blown and your eyes are unfocused

You tried to wave it off, but he can be quiet good at extracting information

Oh, so you ate that.

Fuck

"Nghhh!!~ Ah— Hon!" He has good physique so he thought there would be no problem with helping you solve your...problem. You slapped your palm on his mouth and pounded harder.

"Mhm! Mhmpp!!" he's crying, he's fucking crying. You're abusing his hole so much, it hurts. His large hands gripped the metal bars of his bed, trying to get away just to be pulled back by the hair, "Don't do that, Hon..." You said in such a condescending tone while leaning on his shoulder.

BARBATOS

He's just peacefully cooking in the kitchen when you entered

And started eating every ingredient you find on sight

This is why he told you to not eat anything you see without knowing what it is first...

He felt like a common whore. Laying side ways on the messy counter, clothes still on with his pants just pulled down enough for a quick fuck, like a dirty sex bunny. He gripped the edge of the counter, "Haa~ ah— hic! Slow d-down...!" His tongue was lolled out and drool escaped on the corner of his mouth "Y-You're going to— AUGH!!~ dislocate my hips!!~"

His hands immediately slapped on his mouth as soon as you started ramming harder. With such big cock slammed in his poor hole and your finger pressing so rough on that one spot, cum oozed down his cock and added to the puddle on the floor.

SIMEON

Huh?

Oh no! MC, maybe there's another way.

None, so you bent him over.

"T-This is ugh!!~~ cruel~!" His tongue lolled out in such a lewd way. Your cock plunged deep, and deep and deep in him as you hold him up in the air, legs bent to touch his chest.

"Why are you acting so holy now, angel~" you dropped him on the bed and lifted his hips, just how he likes it. His glasses fell upwards as he let out a moan meant for porn "You like this position right?~"

He nodded feverishly, "Mhm hm!~ The bestt— Ngh!!~~" What a well trained slut.

SOLOMON

Oh this...

This is all too familiar...

He just...

He just got pounded yesterday...

He can't possibly-

"AaAhhh— Can't b-breath! N-Noo—" just as he was clawing at your arm that is tightly wrapped around his neck, your hand pressed on his cock head, blocking his cum from coming out.

He looked at you in disbelief "Y-You won't do that... I... I've been getting punished since yesterday you won't—" as you give his ass a last thrust, right into his prostate. He felt his balls tightening and he arched his back screaming. "Let go! A-Ahh!~ please I'm begging y-yOu!!"

MEPHISTOPHELES

How I-is that supposed to be any of his business.

You ate that because you wanted to!

Yes, he handed it to you! It's not like he knows it has his much effect...

It's pathetic, utterly pathetic how wide he's spreading his legs for you, how hard he's gripping your shoulders for leverage because he's sure he would move away from you from how hard you're pounding him, and that's the least thing he wanted.

"H-Hate me you said! Y-You said you hate me!!~~" He was just pouting nonsense, it's always like this, good thick turns them dumb. He was sobbing, tearing up "I-Is that why— AUGH!~ you're b-bullying me..?!~~"

RAPHAEL

How unfortunate he is to be you're target reliever

To be honest, you haven't tainted him as much as the others

So maybe... This is a good chance

He didn't know how you convinced him to wear it, this heavy metal collar and chain leash it's... "Raphael~ where does it hurt? Does it hurt here?" You teased while pointing at his cock.

"J-Just be quick..." He held his cock between his thighs as if protecting it from any further stimulation making you snicker. He then leaned down, his face planted on the pillow. Oh~ he's a fast learner.

THIRTEEN

This is insane

At first, she laughed at you

And then...

She felt the danger

She's moaning so desperately, how unlike of her. "P-Pounding so rough!!~ show some r-respect!" her words are muffled behind the thick blanket she kept her face covered with. "Huuuhh??~" Your tone is degrading as your pace quickened.

"Knowing you're the one who offered your cunt, you sure talk big about respect." you heard her growl making you chuckle as you slap her ass. "You seem to like that blanket so much, you should take it as my gift. I'll—" Pound "Make sure to leave my scent in it."

[superiorgoobus]

ok but let me add my two cents, if you will allow.

I grew up schizophrenic. I have been schizophrenic since the day I was born. I spent my entire childhood and pubety and the first two years of adulthood building my entire life around the things I saw. The things I heard. The things I felt.

But now I've been on antipsychotics for two years, and it's driving me nuts. Yeah, sure, I don't have paranoia anymore, but like... now my life is so boring. Where are the sparkling lights? Where is the rainbow of thoughts swirling around my head as I try to think deeply about what I'm doing?

My life is so unseasoned.

It's so bland out here without all the background 'noise' my brain was making up on a daily basis.

I'm going fucking bonkers trying to find a way to keep my mind busy, because the sudden lack of a loud enviornment is driving me up a fucking wall.

i used to see clouds of color floating all around me. There used to be little hurricanes of emotion that followed me everywhere I went. I could see my thoughts as images like a movie screen projected out in front of me, and now....

nothing.

Loads and loads of nothing.

I don't know how much longer I can handle it.

do you ever get so understimulated you just need put on loud music and punch something (it's still not enough) asking for a friend

I spent so much time in the woods growing up that sometimes I’d be in a classroom and I’d miss the dirt so much I’d get the insane powerful need to destroy shit so I think that might be what that was

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

oh my god i am at work fucking REELING over this knight smut, like kicking my feet and thinkin bout lore and how maybe he usually corners her in the kitchen alone because he just finished his grueling training and sees his princess in the glow of the evening light, humming and swaying while she works - gives him some of the bread she made that day and ,, and and - you cannot blame the man for taking her right on that mf counter,, i’m in shambles

GRAAAAAA BARK BARK BARK MY KNIGHT MY SWEET KNIGHT

You are where he expects you to be after training: in the kitchen, prepping the last of dinner being sent out. He watches from the doorway as the golden light from the window catches your cheekbone, your hair shining, peeking under your cap.

"Oh! Take this, the princess loves this with her venison." You wave off the servant, rushing out a 'go, go, go'. When she leaves, you sigh, leaning against the wooden counter. The floor creaks when he steps forward and you jump, turning to him, a hand flying to your chest. You groan.

"You must speak before you approach a woman alone. You scared the daylights out of me."

"I am sorry, my love. It was not my intention to frighten you."

You sigh, leaning back against the counter, rubbing your face.

"Tired?"

"Yes."

"Good. Means you worked hard today."

You scoff, smiling at him.

"I work hard every day."

"You do, my love, you do."

You grab a cloth and wipe your face.

"Why aren't you eating with the rest of the soldiers?"

"I wanted to come see you first." You hum, giving him a knowing look.

"You wanted to come eat the scraps that wouldn't go on the royals' plates."

"Not exactly," he says. You hum again, giggling.

"I guess I can feed you something they won't miss. Oh! We just got a new spice in." You rush to the counter, grabbing a loaf of bread and a knife. "It's really good with butter and honey on bread. Please, you must try it."

He does not object. He merely watches as you scurry around the kitchen, grabbing the butter and honey, as well as a jar with an unknown spice. You take a thick slice of bread and a hefty pad of butter, spreading it over the bread. You set it down, taking the handle of the dipper and drizzling honey over the butter. You then take a pinch of spice and distribute it over the bread, smiling as you grab it delicately and hand it to him. He takes it gingerly, smelling it before taking a bite.

"Oh... by God—"

"Isn't it divine?" you ask, your smile wide, beautiful. "I was thinking of adding it to a dessert—perhaps honey cake with frosting—and maybe adding some raisons or nuts and—mmf!"

He's kissing you, the bread discarded on the table as his hands find your waist, already pulling up your skirt. You push him away, although he's already searching for your lips again.

"What is the matter with you?!"

"I'm sorry, love," he mumbles as he corners you against the counter, lifting you up to sit on it as he bundles your skirt around your stomach, exposing you to the air. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't help it—I must have you."

"Have me?! Have you lost your mind? This is a kitchen, not a bedroom!"

"Please, my love, just let me feel you for a moment."

"What has gotten into you? Was that spice some sort of spell?" He chuckles, kissing over your neck as his fingers spread your cunt open.

"You're wet already. Don't tell me that you were having fun with the stable boys today."

You scoff.

"I would never. I..." You pause, licking over your lips. "I was... I thought of you today..."

His eyes meet yours, dark and hungry.

"You have no idea what you do to me, love."

Soon enough, he's pushing inside, making you breathless. His thrusts are fast, rough, a bit sloppy, as if he can't focus properly.

"This is improper," you say in a hushed whisper, stiffling your moans. "This is unbecoming of a lady."

"I can feel that you're close." he whispers back, his thumb grazing your clit. "Do you really want me to stop?"

You think before wrapping your legs around him, clawing at his exposed neck.

"Just hurry."

And he does. He fucks you so fast you have to cover your mouth to hide your squeals. He fiddles with your clit all the while, pulling you over the edge, making you cum hard and swift. He follows soon after, filling you up, his cock twitching inside you.

He helps you down and pushes down your skirt, smoothing it out. You grab a cloth, lifting your skirt to clean yourself, but he stops you.

"No." He takes the cloth away. "Please, leave it. I want my seed dripping down your legs until I see you tonight."

You shake your head.

"You're an insatiable beast." He smiles, kissing your cheek.

"That is what my sweet lady has made of me."

[kisakis-boyfriend]

could i get one wholr alphabet for boothill perhaps ? congrats as well !

Author's Note: Thank you!! One Boothill for ya, partner!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very thoughtful after sex, even if you pounded him so hard that he feels like his circuits are fried. Boothill likes to play with your hair while you're calming down, and he'll hum a little tune sometimes too.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's hard to say, but I think Boothill would be proud of his entire body?

Of yours, I feel like he would find your back and tummy attractive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Boothill can no longer produce his own semen, but he can use artificial cum substitutes! I'm sure if he played around with his body enough, he could probably figure out how to gain complete control over exactly when and how much he can ejaculate too 🤤

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Boothill secretly wishes that he could cockwarm you more often. It doesn't matter what you do while you're inside of his tight hole, he just wants to feel connected to you for a couple hours, even if you do it while you nap and he recharges.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he's never had any practical experience, he knows what to expect for the most part. Doesn't stop him from getting a bit shy though.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

You're probably expecting me to say cowgirl… but actually Boothill prefers missionary. It seems basic, but he just likes the intimate feel and face-to-face position.

He won't say no to cowgirl if you promise to hold hands though. :P

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The cyborg isn't afraid to joke around, but I think he'd make you laugh without even trying due to his unique swearing… it's hard not to chuckle when your balls are slapping against his ass, he's moaning like a whore, and then all you hear is "Fork me harder!" 😐 god forbid he blurt out "holy forkironi!" during sex…

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Unfortunately, he's hairless 😔 It's all smooth metal down there.

I believe that human Boothill would have a thick bush though… just saying.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

I think he would be very sweet and romantic, and he would appreciate a partner that's much the same.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Not a chronic masturbator, but Boothill definitely experiments with himself since cyborg parts are so varied and have the potential to be quite fun. I do think he would enjoy touching himself for you too, stroking or fingering himself… or both at once.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Wire play, spitting, heavy d/s dynamics (if that's considered a kink?), and probably hair pulling.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He prefers private spaces, but if you end up fucking in a public restroom somewhere, he's not going to be disappointed. Again, he's on the run. Sometimes you just don't have the luxury of a bedroom or a door that locks. Country boys make do~

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Grabbing his hips even innocently does the trick without fail. Kissing can also get Boothill turned on rather easily.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Using a knife (or anything sharp) inside his body, near his wiring or sensitive circuits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

No preference, honestly. Oral is fun for him either way. Having his cheeks stuffed so full of your cock that his eyes cross, and crying your praises while you slurp his pussy or suck his soul out through his dick are equally as amazing. And Boothill is very skilled at giving head, just fyi~

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I'd say Boothill prefers a faster pace, but not always rough necessarily. There are times when watching your cock slowly pull out of his hole, then suddenly slam back inside, turns him on immensely 🥴

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

An occasional quickie is good. Especially since he's always on the run, but you better make time for romantic sexy times too 😡

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sometimes, yes. Trying new things with you often turns out very rewarding. As long as you're not doing anything that could truly endanger either one of you, then Boothill is game.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

That entirely depends on when you have sex and how long it's been since Boothill has recharged. If he's at full energy, then he can probably last a while and go for multiple rounds. Otherwise you may have to stop after one round.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh, yes. Boothill has a pretty large collection of toys, both common ones and specialty toys that he made himself for his unique body.

Technically, the interchangeable parts that he can install down there count as toys too; so, different dick attachments, pussy attachments, vibrating parts, even some things modeled after inhuman genitalia. Of course, he also owns normal dildos, vibes, fleshlights, etc etc. And yes, he definitely puts every last one to work/lets you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Boothill is a bit of a flirtatious tease. He can figure out a few ways to get you going in a situation where you really shouldn't get turned on…

I can also picture him (in a slightly dominant display) riding you nice and slow, showing you how tightly his body grips your cock, and keeping that pace fast enough to make you feel good, but not enough to let you cum.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's definitely on the noisy side, making lots of grunts and calling you pet names throughout. A vocal bottom who has zero restraint in the bedroom/in private.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Boothill loves when you play with the wires inside of his chest cavity. Everything is so damn sensitive in there, and your soft human fingers feel heavenly when they caress the inside of his metal body and stroke the bundles of wires that keep him running.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Honestly, Boothill's genitals can be just about anything, thanks to his attachments. He can have a cock or a cunt, he can be tiny or monstrously huge, he can have a dragon dick if either of you want… the sky is the limit ☺️

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

A bit high, but can you really blame him? You work Boothill's body so good that he finds his mind drifting to scenes of you making love to him more frequently than ever before.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless he's on low energy when you're finished, he won't "fall asleep" (go into rest mode).

[deaddovediner]

Popularity's Sweet (x fem reader part 1)

Remember when I asked y'all about a series? Uhum, yeah. I did it :3

triggers/warnings: a tiny bit of humiliation, use of Y/N, masturbation, disgusting things, exaggerated writing, filthy things (will be worse from part to part dw guys)

word count: 3096

Not that much but Dead Dove Do Not Eat

It's been hell of a week for you and your friend group (mostly you and Mikey). College sucks when there's no drama and you actually have to learn and study. However the weekend came and it was finally time for you and Mikey to catch up on the week's tea. It was always a good time to just hang out with him, exchanging the rumors that are going around campus that week. Mostly about who fucked who, but sometimes things got juicy and if there was a breakup or cheating involved the two of you most definitely knew about it.

I guess you could say the two of you were quite popular, you and Mikey were the iconic duo, in your friend group. Sure, there was the whole group, but the two of you just really didn't care that much about the others. So as you usually would, you picked out a gorgeous outfit, texted Mikey and headed out to sit in a diner, waiting for him.

"Hey Mikes! Just a heads up: I'm in the Corner's diner. In our usual box. See ya! XOXO" Sent, 10:23AM.

"I'll be right there! It's just. Gee's been a pain in the ass, but dw. I'm coming! XOXO" Sent, 10:25AM.

With that reassured, you sat back in the box and waited for him to show up. The waitress took your order and as always; you ordered the same. Then she disappeared behind the double door to the kitchen, the small diner filled in with the soft jazz music and chatter of the people inside.

You were just gazing out the window, looking at people passing by. It was a small town, you almost knew everyone, and if you didn't knew someone, Mikey knew them. Some time passed, the food you ordered came and finally the small bell above the diner's door rang softly as Mikey stepped in the diner. Followed by- wait, no. Why is he here?

Behind Mikey, Gerard showed up, his chubby form following after Mikey. The two Way's walked up to your box and sat down. Mikey across you, and Gerard next to him.

"Hey Mikes! I didn't know you would be bringing guests. But uhh-, sure. Hi Gerard." You greeted them in that sickly sweet tone, dripping with venom. You gave Mikey a judging look but that was all covered up by a sweet fake smile. Mikey knew your thoughts on his brother so it wasn't all the news for him.

"Yeah, I know- Sorry Y/N. It's just, I had to bring him along, Mom's been picking me on why I'm not taking Gerard anywhere when I have so many friends, so she kind of ordered me to bring him along." He explained as he picked some of the food you ordered and shrugged.

"I won't be a- a bother... I swear." Gerard also joined the conversation. It was rather pathetic, really. His sweater dirty, his hair greasy, there were bags under his eyes and he smelled awful. The way he was avoiding eye contact even though he was speaking to you almost made you huff a laugh, but you couldn't. That would ruin your charm. 

So, instead you just gave him a small wave, like it was nothing, even though deep down you knew this was a big deal. You shouldn't be seen with him, let alone in a diner. You wouldn't want rumors about you dating Gerard. Just the thought made you shiver, which pulled you out of the zone out.

"Okay, so. Where were we? Oh yeah! I heard that Kaylee's been seeing Joe; but remember that party at Cindy's? Yeah- he said he was dating Sarah. So guess who's cheating who now? It's insane. I mean I knew that Joe and Sarah weren't the perfect couple, since Sarah constantly fucked around with Joe's brother, but I didn't even think about Joe. I guess he grew some balls... huh." 

"Oh my- he didn't. Did he? No way! Man, if Sarah finds out, he's going to get his ass beaten. I'd love to watch that fight." The two of you leaned on the table and conversed really intensely, mostly about the new rumors and breakups. All the drama going around both the town and on around campus.

You were able to lock out the fact that Mikey's weird older brother was sitting right there, and it was just like you wanted it. Mikey even showed you this MySpace user who is most likely new to the town just like to the group that belongs to this town. He had potential, and you and Mikey placed bets on who he'll fuck first. You or Mikey. 

The thing is, you did not pay attention to Gerard, at all. So you didn't notice when he took out a sketchbook from his messenger bag. After a while, he just started sketching while the two of you talked over food and left him out completely. Like he was just a ghost. He at first just did small doodles, ideas for comics, then he turned to a blank page and didn't knew what to draw. When he looked up from the sketchbook, looking for something to draw, he saw you across from him, all beautiful and perfect.

He admired your beauty without your knowledge, he examined every small detail; your face, the small creaks of your lips, how your lashes moved when you smiled, everything. The small details no one noticed, but him; and once he was done measuring you, he knew he had to draw you. You were just so drawable. It was like a call for him, the way he could just stare and you wouldn't even notice because you were too busy talking shit about this one girl in your class. 

It made him feel things, things he's never felt before. So, he picked up his pencil and started sketching you, making sure every small feature was just like in real life, the texture of your clothes and your healthy flawless curls of hair, styled exquisitely. You were the opposite of him, super popular, put together, clean and pretty.

It was all he could ask for to be even this close to you, even though he was only a third wheel, taking a glimpse of the life he'll never have. It took him some time to really capture your aura, your gorgeousness, but after some time he was happy with the product, and just then he realized what a creepy thing is to do this. 

Drawing someone you don't even know, without their permission, for your own needs. He blushed and closed the sketchbook. Sinking it into his bag, hopefully no one payed attention to him; for once he was grateful to be invisible. But there was a shift in his pants and he knew he was fucked right there and then.

He actually enjoyed the fact that he did this. It might seem innocent if someone opens his sketchbook, but in reality he really just drew you because he adores you, and he might even use that drawing for other reasons than just admiring. Sometimes when you would come over to Mikey, he would just listen to the two of you talk and jerk off to your voice in his basement room.

He was already addicted to you, yet he didn't even knew your full name, or what your favorite color was. He was a creep, and he found himself getting hard just by looking at you. He had to go home. Soon! He wouldn't want anyone to see his erection on show.

Mikey and you finally finished exchanging the rumors of everyone and shit talked enough about the people who deserved to be shit talked about. The food you ordered was gone and everything was lovely, except for one thing.

Gerard.

He's been acting even weirder then usual. Sure, you knew he was an awkward freaky nerd, but every time you even looked his way, it was like he was squirming in his seat. You tried to not pay much attention to it, like before, but it was hard to, when he made it so damn obvious something was not right.

"So uh, Gerard- Do you have any rumors? Oh, wait... you probably don't, since you don't even have a life-" The comment you made towards him was probably his last drop of water to the overflow. With that constant blush on his face he snuggled out of the box and stood up to leave without a single word spoken. Little did you know it was just the perfect excuse for him to leave.

"Oh look at you now! Poor baby, he can't even bear a little judgement. Yeah, go home and cry about it! Weirdo." You called after him, and without hesitation he left the diner. But when he walked past the window you noticed something, which made you realize what was wrong. His pants... his bulge to be more precise. 

Oh! Oh.

Did he get hard because you were mocking him? Or was it something else? You'll never know. Or maybe you will. Who knows.

"Is he always like this? I swear Mikey, I don't know how you do it. All due respect to you." You said with a snicker. Then you chuckled a bit, at the thought of Gerard having to walk all the way back home with a boner.

"Yeah he pretty much is. But I don't mind him, he's always in his basement room. Drawing comics or reading them. Nothing too exciting or cool but better then a jock or whatever. At least I don't have to deal with him, too." Mikey answered as he pulled out his flip phone and dialed a number. 

He put the phone to his ear and mumbled a few words. You couldn't hear what he was saying or who he was talking to but it didn't take longer then two minutes. While he was talking you asked for the check and payed. 

Gerard however, he was almost running, his pace of walking no longer slow enough to be called walking. When you called out to him as he was leaving, it made him even harder. He was cursing under his breath, most of the curses directed at himself for being such an idiot, and for the fact he actually liked you bullying him.

It confused him, but he was also sure that this was a good thing. Wasn't it? He finally found someone who made his body react this way, but at what cost. He has to lurk in your shadows without you knowing just so he could have his own needs fulfilled. Yet- that aroused him, the fact you were his little secret when it came to getting off on something.

Sometimes even just thinking about you would get him rock hard...

~~^^~~

As soon as Gerard arrived home, he rushed down to his room, taking two steps down each, on the stairs at the same time just to get down there as fast as possible. He locked his door, threw his bag down on the floor, took out his sketchbook and plopped himself down on his bed. 

The Star Wars sheets scrunched under him as he leaned back and sighed. Was he really about to do this? Was he really about to jerk off to you, again? He shook his head a bit, shushing those thoughts away and without further ado he unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and pushed his pants down to his ankles.

His hand went to curl around his hardening over his boxer. The smallest friction of his touch made him shiver, his erection so hard that it almost hurt.

With his other hand he managed to open the sketchbook to that page with the drawing of you, and now that he only had this, he cursed himself for not drawing you without your clothes...

At last his hand went under his boxer and cupped his balls, the feeling absolutely heavenly. He freed his shaft from the textil and pumped a few strokes down on it. Already feeling the way it was twitching, your effect on him was quite the unusual. His eyes never left his other hand which had the sketchbook in it, examining the drawing of your precious form, your plump lips and those perky tits that sat perfectly in every dress and shirt he's ever seen you in.

He imagined you, here as he was slowly stroking himself. He liked the idea of you just watching, and the freak in him wanted to act upon it, however his skills at socializing was not the best, so he had absolutely no chance at wining you over with his nerdy demeanor. This was all he had, a sketchbook and good imagination.

As he pictured you sitting there, by the end of the bed while he was in this dirty act, slowly teasing himself, precum eventually sliding down on his dick and onto his hand. He imagined you slowly stripping those clothes you had on in the diner.

First you removed the dress, then your bra. But he didn't knew exactly how you looked naked, so he didn't picture all of the details... Yet that was enough for him to fasten up a bit on his throbbing cock. Now, building up for his orgasm. He finally put down the sketchbook, only for his other hand to cup his balls as he stroked himself even faster. 

Small moans and whines fell from his lips as he kept stimulating himself, his mind not leaving those thoughts of you, about you. He's thinking of how beautiful you were, and how he'll never get you, he's the nerd no one likes. Why would he get you?

Then his mind wandered to the way you humiliated him, it sent a wave over his cock, he rocked his hips up into his hand, searching for the pleasure he knows he'll never get from you. More whimpers left him as he teased his tip, it was so sensitive by now it made him shiver again.

Gerard's hands were all over himself, the one he stroked himself with, curling over his size, bringing it up and down faster and faster as he was reaching his climax. His other hand playing with his balls, feeling the way it was already tightening, a sign he's close to cumming.

"Mngh- fuck.. Y/N- ah" As he moaned your name his dick softly pumped in his hand as he came and released himself over his hand, he could feel the way his balls emptied; and he stroked his hand slowly, enjoying every second of his release.

Once he was over his high, he dared open his eyes to the mess he made, cum was all over his hands, and he swore he never came this hard before. Something was different, was it because he got hard cause of your humiliation? Or because he was fantasizing about you? No, he already did fantasize about you before, either way, let it be anything, this was the best orgasm he ever had.

It took him some time to actually gather himself to clean it up, and he didn't bother with much of it. Just some tissues and a wet towel, no one will notice those spots on his bed anyways.

He was so pathetic, cleaning up after himself because he just jerked it off to his brother's best friend. He even felt bad after it, blushing to himself in his room that reeked of cigarettes and sweat mixed with the smell of old comic books and newer ink.

After all the "cleaning" he laid down and read some of the newest Batman comics before falling asleep, even though it wasn't near sundown.

~~^^~~

"So who was it?," You asked Mikey as the two of you left the diner, he'd walk you home and then tomorrow you'd go over to his place. "Who did you call?"

"Ah, no one really important, y'know, just the usual." He answered trying to act all nonchalant, but it wasn't working, you knew him way too well. He was hiding something, you could see the way he was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a habit he picked up not too long ago.

With a soft bump to his shoulders and with a smug grin you protested. "Nooo, I know you Mikes! More than your own brother, now- Who was it? Was it a guy I know? Be honest with me, you know I'll find out about it sooner or later."

"Fine, fine, fine. It was Pete, y'know, the guy from warped tour? The one you actually approved of." It took you a few moments of thinking then it clicked, oh yeah. That Pete Wentz guy, he was really nice to Mikey and when the two of you were at Warped you told Mikey that he should give Pete a chance. 

You guess he actually did give him a chance, which is really great considering you wanted the best for Mikey.

"Oh my gosh! Mikey, that's actually really good! Do you two talk a lot or are you catching up now? I wanna know EVERYTHING, every small detail. I can't even believe you didn't wanted to tell me about it..."

"This is exactly why I didn't tell you about it, I love you Y/N but you're really a pain in the ass when it comes to my love life. Anyways, yeah we've been catching up on stuff. He texted me not too long ago, I think a few weeks prior and since then we've been chatting, calling. Y'know, the normal stuff." As he was explaining it while walking you couldn't help but continue grinning , you were right about Pete. He was a good match to Mikey.

"I told you! Even back then, I told you that Pete was a great guy, and he has his eyes for you, Mikey! You can't be that blind now can you?" You chuckled a bit then stopped walking to look at Mikey, he also stopped walking and turned to you, his glasses sitting at the end of his nose so you push the glasses up a bit for him, a kind gesture. He gave you a wonky smile and took a big breath.

"I don't know Y/N, it's all really complicated. I mean, he's not from here, and we only met so much at Warped, sure he was good company and I like him too- I, I just don't know... If I'm really going to do this I don't want to fuck it up for once." You nodded at him.

"I know how it is Mikey, trust me. Pete is worth it though, and if you wanna talk about it or if you need advice I'm always here y'know." You caressed his back and started to walk again.

"Yeah- thanks Y/N."

"Of course!" 

[jollyhunter]

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REACTION 😭😭😭 Please know that your feedback means so much to me!! I've read it multiple times by now but never found the time to reply - I swear I am so far behind with everything 😭

I absolutely loved the whole concept of this and how you turned the despised writer's block into an actual curse!! Such a genius move!! 🤓👏👏 (And now I hope it's an actual curse I can always blame it on lol)

Ahh I'm so happy you liked the idea! Maybe the boys have some anti-writer's curse tat's or hex bags we could get? 🤔 Would def be worth the pain 😂

Classic Dean! What a pick-up line lol. It's that kindergarten-pulling pigtails for me 😆 (The chipmunk cheeks also had me dead 😆)

Yesss exactly! I always feel like that's one of Dean's 'love language' 😆 (That gif is exactly what I had in mind when writing it!! 😂)

Also, Dean, c'mon! No, you cannot read anything we ever write 🤪

Now here's a little fun fact: I at first intended to go full meta and have reader (or writer?) be part of the canon supernatural fandom and write fanfic smut of Dean and Sam. Dean's reaction would be pricless when he'd find out, wouldn't it? Huh - maybe I'll still do that. *rubs hands*

How he comforted her was so damn sweet! My heart melted how he tried to be understanding and reassuring 😭 And then he turns around, tells her to pay for his food, and behaves so fucking weird! My head was snapping so fast, trying to figure out what's going on, I may have whiplash. Hooked me right in with that one 😂🫶

glad that curveball hit the mark 😂 (does that work as a saying in English? You get my point XD)

Thank you for your Dean contribution! Yess he's a total goofy <33 I'm so happy I get to look through so many sweet gifs now 🤭

I hope I get to continue this sometime hehe, she definitely deserves a happy ending after all! And maybe "she gets to be as dirty as she wants with Dean" 😆

PS: When I found your account, I immediately had to follow you and not just for the Supernatural fandom, but because I loved your blog vibe and your profile pic!! My son's name's Fox, so I was instantly drawn to it lmao 😂🦊🩵

Ohhhh that's such a cool name!!! Tell your son to be proud of it. And that I'm kind jealous lol! 🦊 And thank you so much, Wayne 🥰 ALSO I was shocked to see that I'm not following you? I always thought I did!!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆ PAIRING Dean Winchester x Writer!Reader [Early seasons vibe]

WARNINGS None! No use of Y/N. English isn't my native language.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SUMMARY You're in your favourite diner; Got your coffee, breakfast, laptop in front of you. It's the perfect time to write. If it wasn't for the writer's block that's holding you in a chokehold. Oh, and the guy who has decided to join you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ WORDS ~2k

⋆ ˚｡⋆ J/NOTES This silly little thing's dedicated to all my moots who’ve fallen victim to the writer’s curse just like me. I feel you. We can do this!! We can break the curse!!! 🫂

"Doesn’t suit you." A playful voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"..Huh?" You look up just in time to see a well-worn leather jacket brush past your shoulder.

The booth seat across from you is being filled as a stranger slides in. A plate in one hand and a spoon in the other. Your eyebrows rise, and for a moment you debate whether to tell him the seat is taken.

But the guy doesn’t seem to notice your thoughts. He’s busy ogling his food, humming a curious ‘hm’, and then shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. All the while he continues to mutter, his words now half muffled, "That thing you’re doing to your face."

You blink at him.

He puffs his cheeks, and green eyes travel up to meet yours for the first time, "Makes you look like the Grinch." His lips quirk into a smirk.

What? The audacity.

You stare at him with a deadpan. "Thanks for the compliment." He continues to chew, the flakes crunching. Accompanied by a content hum. Well, at least someone’s enjoying their breakfast.

"Just sayin’." He purses his lips before he eats another spoon, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s and an eyebrow arched. "What’s up with the face, sweetheart?"

"Uh," - is all you can manage at the moment. Too distracted by the way he's guzzling his yoghurt like a starved caveman. All eyes fluttered closed and nodding to himself like he's thinking ‘Finally, some good fucking food’.

He swallows. Tongue darts out to swipe a white dribble off his upper lip. When his eyes suddenly snap open, you avert yours in record time.

Your gaze's now fixed to the edge of the table, as if it’s the most interesting thing in the room. Left and right of it an elbow each. Of course you had to drop your gaze right between his arms. Well, this is awkward.

"You working on somethin'?" He suddenly asks, and you startle like a deer.

Your lips part - ready to form an answer - when you watch him splotching your notebook in slow-motion.

Your eyebrows twitch in irritation. You dart out a hand, just managing to pull your papers back before another dribble of his slobber taints your notes.

"Dude, please, you’re eating like a barn animal," you comment under your breath, face scrunched up as you wipe the stain off your paperback. Way to lose ones charm.

"But a handsome one," he quickly retorts. And stuffs another spoon into his wide grin, swallows and jerks his chin at your laptop. "So?"

Okay, fine. Maybe he still does have charm.

Your eyes follow his gaze down to the screen facing your way.

"I’m writing," you reply flatly, trying to hold his curious gaze as you tuck your papers safely under your forearms.

His expression flashes into a surprised one. Probably more at your tone than the answer itself.

Granted, the words 'I'm writing' should have come out enthusiastic. They at least used to. But that was before you’d been staring at a white screen for what felt like weeks.

"Uh-huh," he mumbles, the sound muffled as he keeps shovelling the muesli down his hatch. "Can I see?"

"W-what?"

How- how dare he? Only an uncultivated potato would ask that. This is like the biggest No-No. One does not simply ask a writer to look at their unfinished work. You don't stare at a painter when he's still painting. That's like asking someone to strip naked. And then have them bend over.

Let’s ignore the fact that there’s not a single written word to be ashamed of. Because there’s literally not a single written word in your doc.

"No." The answer probably came faster and more obvious of your inner panic than it should have, because to him it clearly translated to; 'Oh? Then I‘ll see it all the more.'

"Aw, c‘mon." His teasing grin spreads, the spoon tipped against his lower lip, "I won‘t judge." Damn it, why does he look kinda adorable?

Before you can react, the guy clamps the spoon between his lips, reaches over the table with his free hand and tilts your laptops screen back down.

"Hey!" you smack his hand away but it‘s too late - his grin just grows and he chuckles.

"Writing, huh? You mean you’ve been staring at a white wall. Here I thought you were writing some spicy stuff about me. What’s all the fuzz about?"

"I- I'm just... I'm still thinking..." you mutter and avoid his gaze behind a hand, trying to cover up the slight tint of embarrassment that’s crept onto your face. "I've got it all in my head, though." You try to back up your answer. He tilts his head back with a chuckle.

"All in your head, huh? For how long this been going?" he quips, lips twitching amused.

"Well, uh-" you begin, then clear your throat with an awkward rub of your neck, "A few days... or... weeks... maybe..." Your voice lowers more with every word until it's reduced to a sheepish whisper.

"Damn, that sucks." he huffs.

"Yeah," you admit with a heavy sigh, "It does."

For a moment you just share a look. His green eyes watch you closely. Calm and curious. But without ever being obtrusive. More like he's trying to get a read on you, like he's patiently waiting, allowing you to open up and reveal more.

And for some reason you find yourself to do just that.

"It's so frustrating, you know?" You begin and slump back in your seat. But he holds your gaze, the entire time and nods subtly, silently telling you to go on. "Like I've got all the ideas in my mind. I can see the scenes play out, can hear the characters talk. But the same moment I try to write it down, it all just-" you break off with a huff, gesturing a 'poof' with your hand.

After a moment, you add another frustrated sigh. "Honestly? Feels like the damn pipeline between my brain and hand's constipated." His eyebrows shoot up at that description.

"You’re an odd one," he laughs and sets the emptied plate down, "I like it."

"Pfff - look who’s talking. Mister 'handsome barn animal'." You jab and can’t help the chuckle. He smirks satisfied at your reaction, tugs at his leather jacket and winks at you.

You roll your eyes with a wide smile.

"What's your name?" You ask curiously.

"Dean," he answers simply. Then leans forward to rest on his forearms, "And you, sweetheart?" Your ears flush when he comes closer and you suddenly become very much aware of the effect his intense gaze has on you.

"I- uh, I'm -" you introduce yourself with your name and he repeats it with a smile, like he's committing it to his memory.

There's a moment of silence again and you don't quite know what to do or say - luckily he seems to have picked up on your inner distress.

"So," he begins, his face suddenly taking an air of - what was it? Business-like? Professional? You couldn't quite tell. "Back to your constipation."

"Yeah? What about it? You interested in my constipation?" You return the question, trying to imitate his new tone.

"Y-yeah," He tries to stay serious, but you both have to bite back a chuckle. "I am, actually."

"What about it?"

"This may sound stupid, but..." He mutters and rubs his forehead like he knows the question that'll follow isn't formulated very well, "Can’t you just, write? You know, like will it through?"

"No- That’s not how it works... it’s - it’s not that damn easy- it's - you don’t understand… It's not that I don't want to. I - I just - ugh-" You groan, face dropped to your hands.

You take a deep breath. The frustration of the past weeks threatening to break down on you again. Your eyes begin to sting and you screw them up in an effort to keep yourself from having a full on breakdown in front of a stranger. In a full diner no less.

"Hey, it’s okay, I believe you." he says with a lower voice now, the flirty attitude gone. The sudden change in his tone and his last words catches you off guard.

Your eyebrows pull together and you lift your head just enough to meet his gaze over the edge of your screen.

The air gets caught in your throat when you notice how close he is. He’s leaned across the table, emerald glinting pools searching your face for a trace of an escaped tear. His hand twitches but he puts it back down before it brushes yours.

"Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault, ‘kay?" He murmurs. Almost like he’s sharing a secret with you.

"What? What are you talking about..?" And your voice drops to an equally low level to match his.

"You’re doing great, sweetheart. Trust me." He reassures you but avoids your question with another cheeky smile.

Although this one seems different. Genuine. And soft at the corners.

Unfortunately you don't even get to fully take it in when he's suddenly up on his feet. His eyes dart around the diner before they return to you, a hand raised to ruffle through his dark blond hair.

"I gotta go," he mutters, his attention suddenly drawn down to his empty plate, "Ah - Could you pay for that? You're a real sweetheart."

"..What?"

He doesn't wait for your answer as he slides out of the booth and rounds the table. When he's next to you, he stops for a moment and leans in.

"Oh and - Don't do anything stupid, okay?" He whispers. Then straightens his back again, throws you a flirty wink and a wave of his hand while he bounces off with a casual, "See ya~"

"Uh-" your gaze follows him, perplexed, before you echo his words under your breath, "Yeah... see ya."

You kinda hoped you would.

Wait- why would you do something stupid?

The diner door jingles when Dean steps outside. After a glance left and right, he walks towards a taller guy. He looks not much younger than him, but longer brown hair frames his face, his focus on the papers in his hands.

When their eyes meet, Dean jerks his chin at him and he follows him round the corner and out of sight of the diner.

"And? You got a lead?" He asks hopefully.

"Yep." - He pops the ‘p’ - "Looks like it's our lucky day, Sammy. I think we've got our patient zero." Dean takes charge and heads over to a black Chevy, his hands fidgeting in his pants pockets for the car key.

His bow legs bounce off the concrete floor while Sam follows him with long strides.

"You think it's a deal gone wrong? Or maybe some sort of black magic that backfired?" Sam thinks out loud as he flips through the journal in his hand.

"I don't know man. She seemed pretty clueless to me. Maybe Bobby was right, and it is a curse." The car lock clicks and the trunk flings open.

He pulls out a shotgun and props it up against the lid before he starts rifling through the various contents. "I don't even know what I'm looking for." He sighs.

Sam rubs his temple with equal frustration, "Great. How the hell do we get rid of a writer’s curse?"

"Beats me." Dean huffs, then tosses a set of wooden stakes aside and leans back to run a hand through his hair, "Maybe we should call Bobby again…" - he turns to flash a boyish grin at his brother - "...and then check her out some more?"

Sam groans, "Dude, can you not think with your dick, for two seconds please?"

"What? She’s cute. Plus, she’s got that whole ‘tormented soul’ vibe."

"Seriously? Chances are, that she’s the cause for all of this crazy crap that’s going on in this city."

Dean’s smirk doesn’t falter. Instead he shrugs his shoulders unperturbed, "Let’s pay her a visit tonight. If she turns out to be a witch, we just gank ‘er."

"Dean," Sam scoffs and drags a hand down his face, "I know that look." Dean wiggles his eyebrows.

Sam shakes his head, followed by an incredulous chuckle, "Come on, man, you know you can’t charm your way into her pants. She's clearly not the type for a quick fling. And you’re not exactly Shakespeare."

Dean gets the shotgun out from under the lid and throws it back into the boot. "Oh Sammy, you've still got to learn a lot about women," he says, slamming it shut.

Sam rolls his eyes when his older brother turns to pat him on the shoulder, before he takes off to round the Impala. He pulls the driver's door open while Sam does the same on the opposite side.

"Mark my words, Sammy." He laughs and points a finger gun at him across the roof. "Every girl likes it dirty. Some just don’t show it."

If you reblog, I demand at least one gif of Dean that fits the last line. Cuz I couldn't find the one I was looking for and I want to wake up to many many flirty Dean gifs 😂

Dean Tag List

@aylacavebear @jc-winchester @ambiguous-avery @bettystonewell @lyarr24

@ladysparkles78 @v1v1-3 @maddie0101 @champagnepoets @livya99

@salemslostwitch @supernotnatural2005 @lamentationsofalonelypotato (I'm tagging you for this because our talk partially motivated me to write this ♡ and to post it even though I hate it lmao 😂)

[soundwave-starlight]

Ok so I've been thinking about Dio Brando (the totally normal healthy amount) and his characterization because he intrigues me.

He is frequently presented as a pure evil character (which like... I'm not gonna argue with he's pretty up there as far as evil goes) but I find that despite the classification as a pure evil villain... he still has redeeming qualities about himself. Little facets of his character that bleed through just between the lines showcasing that he's more than a one dimensional pure evil for evils sake character.

Before I go a little to far I should probably still clarify that yes his plan is to take over the world and feed on humanity for eternity because he thinks he deserves to be at the top. His goals and motives are pure evil. However there are little things about him that grasp at my attention. Despite his want to "sacrifice his humanity", despite his pure evil intent and desires, he's still human.

Lot's of spoilers past this point

Dio is a liar and a cheat. He's someone who fully believes that people can easily be manipulated through his words and that he can get away with anything with enough thought and planning. Despite this, he can't swear honor on his fathers name. His father, who he hates for being a drunken abusive wreck. The man who drove his mother into an early grave. Dio spits on his fathers grave in lament of this fact. Dio doesn't care about anyone other than himself, however he never says anything bad about his mother. Instead it feels like he truly loved her. As such he cannot follow through with his plan to manipulate Jojo. You can see the internal struggle, he SHOULD be able to lie about this. Just swear on his nonexistent honor and Jojo will drop his suspicions.

But Dio can't. Because he hates his father (and loves his mother) too much to pretend that man had any honor.

Then what's arguably more fascinating is his relationship with Jonathan. Their relationship starts out horribly. Dio only sees Jojo as a goal to defeat and a worm to crush under his heel. An obstacle stopping Dio from his rightful destiny as a rich man at the top of the world. He initially tries to crush Jonathan's spirit, but when that doesn't work he shifts tactics. He forms a fake friendship with Jonathan to more easily maneuver around him. When that doesn't work, he becomes a vampire to just straight up kill him.

And then, the unbelievable happens. Jojo defeats Dio, and even more unbelievably, Dio gains respect for Jonathan. Enough to actually praise him for his accomplishments.

Of course, Dio tries to kill Jonathan again, this time to take his body as Dio's own. But Dio fails again. Jonathan saves his wife and burns the ship down around them. Dio starts trying to make offers and deals. We can still get out of this Jojo! I can promise you riches and power! Suddenly, being held in Jonathan's, his brothers, arms. Dio realizes that Jonathan is dead. It's too late.

Ok so lets unpack that scene because HOLY FUCK it messes with my brain chemistry. First off, Dio actually admits to respecting Jonathan. Which is so wildly out of character for him. Dio doesn't respect ANYONE. Everyone is some form of scum in Dio's eyes. Everyone except his mother and Jonathan. I also don't believe these are empty words. Dio talks to Jonathan in part 3 (after Jonathan died) in a somber, quite tone. Even a hundred years later, Dio respects Jonathan and addresses him without the malevolence he displays towards everyone else.

Now we're really getting into fan theory and my personal interpretation of these events but I think that, in Jonathan's final moments, Dio actually sees Jonathan. Not as an obstacle, not as scum, but as a person. An equal. As Jonathan hugs Dio, Dio finally sees him for what he is. His brother. The only person left who could have possible cared for Dio in the same way his mother did. The only person who believed that Dio wasn't the pure evil villain that he was.

I like to think that in these moments, Dio learns that his friendship with Jojo wasn't completely fake. Maybe he even regrets how things ended up. But that doesn't matter anymore. Jonathan is dead. And Dio still has goals to fulfill.

Ok that last bit might border past theory and enter fanfiction territory but I like exploring the human aspects of one of the least human characters in Jojo's. Dio to me feels like a lot of missed potential (potential mostly made up for in part 7 with diego) and I've always found him interesting. I think its worth exploring the humanity in even the purest evil of villainy (and yes, Dio IS pure evil. He burns a dog alive for shits and giggles. There is NO redemption for this man)

[alexanderlightweight]

I hope you are continuing to feel better!

For a prompt, I would love to see something in any verse with Mirai and Magnus. I'm pretty sure she's in more than the honeycomb verse, but I can't place any others specifically. I love Magnus seeing her and Alec interact, whether it's her as a supportive second, getting Magnus access to Alec.

Or really anything with competent Alec supported by 'his' shadow hunters, dealing with incompetency from others. Mirai was just the one I remember the best.

Have an awesome rest of the week!

i'm a bit banged up today but I saw bunnies!!! BUNNIES!!!! sorry I see them quite often tbh but it never gets old. and Nightshade was the BEST boy today. sorry I got distracted.

this verse is to swear upon a curse and that's the first part. this verse is pretty Mirai heavy so I figured it would be a good one to fill for you!

but if you don't like swearing/don't want to consume it/cant I will pick a different verse so feel free to let me know.

i love Mirai and she is my favorite of all OC's tbh. She's also ridiculously competent but she worked hard to be that good.

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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to swear upon a curse

Magnus is currently experiencing the best time he’s ever spent in an Institute.  Even when he was somewhat friendly with a scant handful of shadowhunters, the delight of being around them and in an Institute has never reached the current level he’s experiencing.

Magnus finds himself leaning against a staircase as he watches comedy in action and beauty covered in horror.

It takes an unholy amount of towels and potions and a little added magic that Magnus slips into the mix for Alec Lightwood to actually become recognizable. 

It turns out that Commander Lightwood truly is unfairly gorgeous and Magnus wants to bruise that ichor raw skin with his own marks.

It’s a thought that lingers, especially because every time he thinks Magnus isn’t looking, Alexander Lightwood looks over at him from under potion damp hair and stares at him from under long, dark eyelashes.

There’s a moment — a pause in the air filled with unspoken tension when a finally clean and unfairly pretty face looks directly at Magnus — and then it breaks.

Lakecastle is obscuring his vision as she grabs a fistful of leather from a shadowhunter that runs past.

Literally runs. Doesn’t stop, doesn’t speak, just hands it over and keeps going.

“Pity, I was enjoying the view.” Magnus murmurs, just loud enough to be overheard and his Commander’s cheeks flush even as Lakecastle sends him an incredulous glance.

—

“You’re either incredibly lucky or he’s been poisoned. Take advantage of it either way. Don’t finish zipping up the vest and go talk to him.”

Mirai pushes Alec towards Bane and really hopes this isn’t going to backfire on both of them spectacularly.

But by Raziel’s wings she is not going to waste the chance of Magnus Bane apparently enjoying the eye-seering sight of ichor splattered muscles and the stench of raw skin or the evidence of Alec’s self-destructive instincts. 

If by chance Bane can get Alec to enjoy parts of life beyond the small, rather scant bits he has now, then she’ll take whatever she can get. 

Because Alec has shown more life and interest in a photograph of Bane than he has in anything since his ridiculous bullshit excuse monstrosity of a multi-arrowed bow.

But despite how foul Alec’s entire being currently is, t’s definitely working, if the way Bane’s eyes zero in on Alec mean anything and fuck Uriel. 

But Alec’s tripped.

Again.

Mirai really wants to look away and pretend that this isn’t happening but she swore to stay by Alec till the end no matter what.

Even if she would have preferred the end being a bloody death rather than one by embarrassment.

Thankfully for Mirai’s sanity and Alec’s continued existence, Bane catches him.

Actually, considering how red the back of Alec’s neck is — and it’s no longer covered in blood, Mirai checked twice — Alec’s continued existence might continue to be at stake.

Mirai hadn’t calculated the damage that would happen just from Alec being in Bane’s vicinity.  If a picture of him led to Alec tripping, how much worse and more dangerous would it be in person?

Before she can reform the half a dozen plans she’s already made, there’s the sound of a portal forming and Alec giving her the signal for — signing out. Which is fair, he’s overdue for downtime but Mirai hadn’t realized that meant he would just leave.

Through a portal.

With Bane.

Who is smirking and even gives her a jaunty little wave and with everyone — even her — ignoring the fact that it took a year to contact him and Bane hasn’t even looked at the wards.

True, she did shove Alec at Bane and tell him to take advantage of the opportunity but that was before she knew it was this big of an opportunity.  Or that she had to factor in the problems of Alec’s health and continued safety.

Well... if Bane likes Alec enough to catch him after seeing just what Mirai scrubbed off of him, then he probably likes him enough to return him in mostly one piece.

Considering that’s far better than what could happen, she will take it as the win it will have to be and hedge her bets for next time.

Because regardless of Bane’s plans, Mirai knows Alec Lightwood.

And he’s her Commander for a reason.

Mirai had her pick of the lot and she picked Alec because he wasn’t stagnate. He wanted to grow and learn and be better and become better, even if it bruised and cut and hurt him along the way.

Alec’s never been someone who gives up lightly and Bane better be prepared.  Because Bane’s just sunk his teeth into something that isn’t going to let him go.

In fact, knowing Alec.

He’ll just bite back.

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AN:

Magnus is immune to the side-effects being around a shadowhunter pre-decontamination shower. 

Alec is not immune but also has a better tolerance than most from long term exposure. He’s also just really infatuated.  He needs a decontamination shower.

Magnus is going to provide something like that. With the added bonus of scrubbing Alec’s back since the ichor would be hard to reach and he offered

look Alec was taking advantage, Mirai gave him permission and he took it. that's the problem with Alec, you think he wont break any rules and then he'll break or bend the hell out of them and then bounce back and be like 'yes? because it made sense to do so.' or even 'you told me to.'

because Alec in some ways enjoys not necessarily malicious compliance (tho sometimes with the clave) but maliciously taking advantage of others assuming his compliance and the degree of it

aka, Mirai expected Alec to take advantage of the situation. she did not expect that to mean following Magnus to another, un-predetermined location without even going through decontamination. Alec literally playing dumb and going 'you said to take advantage, advantage is what I took?'

meaning he took advantage of the situation, Magnus and Mirai and even the term advantage all at the same time and is very proud of himself because it makes sense in the unwritten rules.

alec is not supposed to use this against Mirai. she is a little betrayed right now at realizing Alec will pull this shit on her as well. but she's also more determined than ever to help him get a life outside of hunting because she realizes he's never had a reason to pull this shit on her.

mirai also has a very high tolerance, its just that the tolerance doesn't mean you can look directly at someone without your eyes watering. like maybe magnus really likes how Alec looks in watercolor?

[cccakessslicemeee]

Thoughts on nonsense that don't matter

Spoilers for fantasy high and also just fae bullshit in general

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Riz, the goblin king

Adine, the elven oracle

Both of which are insane titles/ positions to hold

Riz is told repeatedly to find a suiter and Adine gets gentle reminders since she has no problem telling the high elves to fuck off

Shit for the goblins is pretty rough. Riz is having a time trying to get the goblins from the fae wilds to accept and maybe stop being afraid of the written word? Its a whole thing. There are and have been massive book burns because all literature is bad and wrong. Riz really wants to put up schools and better goblin kind on a whole but the old beliefs and traditions are stubborn and convincing the elders to adopt new ideas is just.. a rock and a hard place especially since he wants to do it diplomatic

Anyway he's having a time

Adine wants to make it so the unseelie court and the elves stop beefing with the goblins. Its a whole thing.

Adine and Riz have a lavender wedding but it's strictly political/platonic and at first the high elves are pissed. How dare our Oracle attach herself to such a creature.

Riz and Adine jokingly start referring to one another as 'My beloved husband' or ' my darling wife' and ironically it's healthy because their marriage is just a cover and their friendship is pretty solid to begin with.

Plus like the whole matter of the 'sex' thing if it should even arise it's not uncommon for a king or a queen to have consorts or concubines or whatever. I like to imagine the goblin kings in the past were nasty bastards and it wouldn't be uncommon for people to assume Riz has half an army of concubines to pull from and Adine is the elven oracle so of course she's getting formal asks? Request? Whatever the official wording is she's getting letters where high elves are throwing themselves at her feet. Joy.

I like to imagine that the courts believe that they have a genuine romance (which is fucking sad because just being nice to the people around you shouldn't be a clear indicator of romantic love but apparently it is) because like they would be nice to one another and get each other food and drink and just check in at social events to be like all is well? I think at first while navigating the courts and the parties and just the fancy bullshit they cling to one another because they are the only ones they know at these things. Plus like they already DO love one another it's just not the typical romance. They absolutely do care about one another's well being so they arnt lying about that. Also like they would absolutely get teased over how 'they are taking their time to make an heir' and absolutely asked a shit ton of invasive questions.

"Mmmm yes oracle, I hear goblins are quite nasty while dancing in the bedroom but it seems as though you made it off your back alright."

Adine is horrified and pissed.

"I heard it was pretty rude to ask someone about their sex life, at a party with thirty other guests. You know if you're so interested in the sex life of goblins maybe you could, I dunno go flirt with one? Just a suggestion."

-----

Anyway waaaay after things settle Fabian comes to visit and he and Riz don't talk about what they have. But Fabian must see The Ball it's been far, far too long.

Adine absolutely playing match maker. Telling Fabian he should scale the wall and climb in through the window because she read it in a book once and it seemed very cute. It's not cute actually Riz gets spooked and blasts a hole in Fabians shoulder and he falls to his death. Fabian is so mad when he comes back. Riz is very apologetic but also like scolding Fabian for CLIMBING THROUGH HIS WINDOW!

Fabians is all like SHE TOLD ME TO

Adine shrugs. "Hindsight is fifty fifty I'm sorry."

Riz wants to know why she thought it was a good idea to even suggest this

Maybe this blows out of proportion and a rumor starts in the courts with the goblin king having a sexual appetite for elves or a secret lover. It absolutely blows the fuck up.

Maybe it's a lil joke between Adine and Fabian where he comes to visit and she's like 'ah how horrible. You've returned again to steal my husband. How can I ever compete.'

And Fabian has a dramatic monologue "Haha yes It is I FABIAN SEACASTER HERE TO WISK AWAY YOUR HUSBAND HAHA."

Riz hates it. It's so dumb but he'll play along. "Oh nooooo I'm being whisked away. Drat. How dreadful. Woe is me." And Fabian yoinks him up and they scamper away to the next room to have tea or whatever.

Fabian absolutely, out of spite masters the art of scaling walls and climbing into that window. It's so dramatic how could he not? It's adventurous.

Riz hates that but whatever. He hovers over the window while Fabian climbs and sweats the entire time as he goes worried he's gonna fall again. He doesn't. Gosh Riz always such a worry wart. It's way less dramatic when he does that.

I wanna ramble more but ugh I gotta sleep

[theogonize]

i cant stop thinking about sitting on wilson's lap... still clothed and grinding against his thigh so desperately. so wet he can feel the warmth and dampness through the fabric and it drives him crazy. he's trying so hard to focus on the task at hand, the paperwork and charting occupying him, reviewing files, but he cant resist. one hand comes down to grip your hip, pushing me further into his strong but soft muscle for the perfect amount of friction that it makes your clit throb with sensitivity. the other sneaks beneath your shirt and splays out against your torso before cupping your breasts. he lets you go at it for awhile and is grinning beneath you like the smug asshole he is, proud that he has such a desperate and needy slut like you always ready for him. just as youre about to reach your high, he'd shift you back to sit on his cock without even taking off his slacks all the way - just shifting them along with his boxers so that his cock can spring free. when you sink down the length of him you both moan in satisfaction - it was like you were made for one another. as he begins to fuck up into you, his fingers find your clit and rub the most perfect figure eights to maintain your desperate need for friction. he'll tell you how good you feel but how much of a bad girl you are for interrupting his work just to get off. but he still cant deny his desire to fill you, cock twitching as he cums in you. your walls clench around him and youre cumming too...

mmm i just to take that perfect lap... followed by another seat on his pretty little face where he laps up my arousal like the pitiful loser he is... pls pls pls

-❤️‍🔥

pre dinner ask because i'm giddy at the thought of this

you're sitting on his lap, begging and pleading for some attention. he assures you it's just five more minutes, another email or two, just one more file. but it's been five minutes for the past twenty, and you swear you had more patience back then than you do now. and there's no reason why you should be wetter. but there's something about him, the lamp light on his face, screwed in concentration. the way his forearms flex, the way his fingers move so fast when he types. and he's ignoring you, best as he can, but still. you're pouting, whining, complaining. he shushes you but your eyes still say james, look how wet i am for you. and he'd be a fool to deny his needy, cock hungry girlfriend what she wants when she comes to readily to get fucked over his desk. but there's that perverse part of him that's really enjoying you struggle to get anything out of riding the rigid muscles on his thigh. his erection is just unconcealable. you're growing needier by the minute, just the way he likes you. you're dampening his office pants, soiling them, but he couldn't care less.

and wilson doesn't touch you. not once. no lovey dovey kisses and caresses. suddenly he's so focused on what he's doing. that is, until you huff and try to get off him. not like he'd let you touch yourself on his lap. fie fie! you try to escape his orbit but his firm arms cage you. he gives you a disapproving look. one hand grabs your waist, manhandling you into position. he pushes you onto his lap again, this time rubbing your sopping pussy with his knee, whispering how he wont be long, and patience is a virtue. but you dont want to be virtuous, not when he's kissing your neck oh so softly, rubbing beneath your shirt. god, you want to be fucked as nastily, as roughly as possible. you're mewling at every touch. he knows just how to get to you.

but he isn't as patient as he'd like to preach. not when his fingers brush past your panties and you're soaked. he pries your panties aside, shoving two fingers in with ease. you're unbelievable, really, with the way you clench around his digits instantly. he's almost laughing at how much a needy slut you are. you're basically doing the work for him, moving yourself to fuck his fingers. he can see your nipples, hard and inviting, under your shirt. he wishes he wasn't so deep into this game. he isn't just punishing you, he's punishing himself too. seeing how long he can retain even an atom's worth of self control when you beg for him.

it's when you say you're close that he finally, dear lord, needs to shove his dick inside you. why should you have all the fun? for being a needy slut? for distracting him? for having no self respect? does he really make you that horny? well, the question answers itself. you're basically wagging your tail when you hear him unbuckle, then unzip behind you. you grind your ass, trying to cop a feel. but you sly fox, he gives a small, but sharp smack to your ass that pushes you further onto his fingers. you're drooling at the idea of sinking down on him, the fullness you'll feel, how he'd empty inside of you. he pulls his fingers out of you. he doesnt need any more fucking foreplay. he slaps the underside of your thighs as you buck up your hips, waiting for him to align himself. you can feel his tip at your entrance, a go ahead from him. you slam down on his cock, insatiable. he's leaking precum. the wetness of it all, the smell of sex in the air, mixed with the smell of his books and journals. he doesn't have the patience or the decency to last very long after the mutual torture. he's nibbling on your back and collarbone, groping every inch of your flesh. he's finally, finally lost control. it isnt long before you cum, setting off his orgasm too. you both let out a scream, or a moan. it's undistinguishable. it's pathetic how little it takes to break him.

[eciiipsed]

kaz brekker / jesper fahey fic recs

yall omg i know this is like a month late but i forgot i was making it.... ANYWAYS here it is !!!! feel free to add more in the tags and i will edit

**if your fic is on here and u want it removed let me know**!!!!

slash (may contain mature content so be mindful)

that peace like a river

Jesper's weird classical-music playing neighbour with no concept of a sleep schedule goes silent, and then he runs into him in a coffee shop, and everything gets gayer from there.

it's a bad idea right? (fuck it, it's fine)

The one where Jesper and Kaz are technically broken up, but nobody knows so they have no choice but to pretend like they're still together for Inej and Nina's wedding.

everything melted in less than a week

Jesper Fahey is the Capitol’s most prized possession. Kaz Brekker has nothing to lose

this is a shameless self promo im sorry; the hunger games au, mostly takes place after they are already victors.

sometimes love feels like a noun in some new foreign language

“You’re both dead to me,” Kaz says. It’s the first time he’s said more than two words to Jesper since he left. I still remember how your lips feel against mine, Jesper wants to say and forces himself to laugh instead.

kazper exes to lovers, literally my favourite fic of all time

how the light gets in

Kaz Brekker, teenage Sun Summoner, loses the battle of wills and and manipulation against the Darkling. This is what happens afterwards.

series of two fics; kaz is the sun summoner and jesper goes to rescue him

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

Soft domestic kaz/jesper for the soul

love your masks and adore your failures

Whenever someone brings it up, Jesper tells them he's in on the joke. Yes, his clothes have too many colours and patterns. Yes, they clash hideously. That’s the point. He’s not going to admit he just thinks they’re pretty.

this is the time of our great undoing

“Do you think Kaz could fuck someone in a full-body bondage suit?” Jesper whispers, more to distract Inej from what’s on the screen than anything else, but still—the idea won’t leave Kaz alone.

a private sunrise

Ever since Jesper found out he’s the Sun Summoner, he’s been on the run. Well, sort of. He got side-tracked in Ketterdam, but now that Kaz is talking to Grisha of the Second Army, his five-year reprieve is over. Or is it?

pre slash / can be read as gen

noble occupations

After Jesper nearly costs the Dregs supplies, Per Haskell goes too far in punishing him. Kaz prefers his sharpshooter in working order.

gun it while i'm holding on

Jesper gets shot, and Kaz is the one to find him bleeding all over the cobblestones. A fair bit of grumbling ensues — followed by a race to find help before it's too late.

jesper injured; hurt comfort

eyes and hands (sometimes bullets)

After a confrontation gone wrong, Jesper and Kaz retreat to a safehouse to patch up their wounds. Things soon get much harder than anticipated.

kaz injured; hurt comfort

masks

And now Jesper thought he had the right to give up? Here, in a warm room, with a full stomach and friends who would fight and die for him? With Wylan Van Eck waiting to sweep him into a life of luxury the moment he got his shit together, and Kaz working to keep him from being buried in his own mistakes until then?

homoerotic fistfighting

we owe it to disaster

A spy should be prepared to get caught.

washed up on the beaches

Jesper has no reason to panic. He pulled off yesterday's betrayal with aplomb: fucked over the Dime Lions, saved the enemy's life, got the enemy to promise to buy back Da’s farm, did not get caught. He shouldn’t be panicking now. Why is he panicking.

pre canon

kaz/jesper/inej as a treat

to me you're all i am

He thinks about it often. His arms around Inej’s waist. His fingers in Kaz’s hair. His lips on their shoulder blades. He wants to be close enough to feel them breathing.

kanejesper MY BELOVED!!! modern setting one shot

perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table

Jesper’s spent his life following Kaz and Inej from one mysterious job to the next. He will follow them into bed, too.

this is RLY good, and its mostly kazper (inej is there but not as important). has some explicit themes so read at ur own risk.