#anyway dark skin is so beautiful all skin tones are beautiful i grew up to realise that hope that anyone struggling with it can see their

[mmmmuffins]

‘wheatish’ ‘dusky’ STOP just say brown it won’t hurt u. it won’t i promise

[evieskiesss]

NOBODY WILL SEE US- TOM KAULITZ

WARNINGS: AGE GAP (30 & 20) ,smut, , dom!tom, sub!reader, public sex, squirting, overstimulation, degradation, name calling (daddy USED TWICE, slut, baby, etc), getting caught, reader says to stop but rlly just wants more

a/n: HEEYYYY. i hope yall haven’t forgotten abt me but yasss im back & im finna get back on my grind fr 😫🔥🔥🔥. HERES A LITTLE SOMETHINGG. IM A LITTLE RUSTY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT IMA TRY TO WRITE MORE. LIKE FRFR. ANYWAYS LOVE YALLLL.

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The bright sun shone down on you, kissing your skin as you walked down the sandy beach, your hair flowing as the warm wind blew against you. Your eyes darted around the empty beach, awfully impressed with how much more beautiful it seemed in person compared to the photos you’d seen online.

LA VITA APERTA, was the name of the beach. It wasn’t just any beach, but the most popular nude beach in Italy. You’d been whining for weeks on end to Tom, wishing just how much you’d love to go, at least once. With the way your soft lips pouted, and the mere tone of your sad voice, it was enough to make Tom rent the beach for you two, alone.

You squealed, giggling excitedly as you ran toward the single luxurious villa in the complete center. Your feet softly padded against the hot sand, your legs moving quickly as you grew closer to it. Inside sat two reclinable beach chairs, made out of a polished bamboo. A large glass table sat in the center with platters of all sorts of cheeses, meats, crackers & fruits. A small rack of expensive wines cooled in the mini fridge in the corner, it was perfect.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, “do you like it?” the voice spoke softly into your ear, you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You turned around, a large grin plastered on your face. Hopping up, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, “iloveit,iloveit,iloveit,iloveit!” you shouted. Tom smiled, his arms hoisting you up, “anything for my girl.”

You both settled your things down, quickly taking advantage of the cold wine bottles, pouring them into glasses. Your lips wrapped around the rim, letting the dark liquid leap into your mouth. The smile wouldn’t leave your face as you sat on the sand, directly facing the ocean. The sound of the cold waves smoothly clashing against each other filled your ears, the salty smell mixing with that of the chemical-ly sunblock that Tom squirted into his hands.

He rubbed his hands together before moving your hand to the side, the cold cream coming in contact with your back. You pouted softly, looking over your shoulder to him, “i don’t like sunscreen..” you complained softly, the smell being too strong for your liking, & the sensation of oily cream making you feel uncomfortable as it would inevitably mix with your sweat. Tom ignored your protest, “you need it, baby,” he replied calmly, massaging it into your skin, being sure that your skin fully absorbs it.

“you’re too young to have wrinkly skin,” he kissed the back of your neck softly. You huffed, “fine..”. His hands ran down your back, his rings tickling you lightly as he ran them over. Slowly, his finger tips toyed with the strings of your bikini top, “we’re at a nude beach, remember?” his voice low, his breath hitting your ear. Your head slowly turned toward him, only being able to see him through peripheral vision. You were silent for a moment, your timidness suddenly taking over, you had never really.. gone nude in public before. “it’s just us, baby..” he reassured softly.

Taking your lip between your teeth, you nodded. As he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, he pulled the strings fully. The bikini top became loose, his hands dragging them down your shoulders, then setting them to the side. Your nipples hardened, the cool wind mixing with his warm breath on your neck sent small shivers down your spine. Arms creeped around, his larger hands cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly. You smiled, giggling softly at the action.

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Your breathing had slowed down, sunglasses providing extra protection to your closed eyes, your lips still curled up happily as you relaxed your body against the hot sand. You felt shuffling beside you, a soft content sigh leaving Tom’s lips as he leaned against his elbow, head propped up on his hand as his gaze laid on you. You looked beautiful, just absolutely perfect.

Your skin was now a shade or two darker, the bronze covering your entire body. Your small bikini top hugged your hips, undeniably leaving a tan line around it. You looked glowy, the sun rays blessing you with an extra kiss of beauty. His eyes ran lower, your breasts perky & attentive to the winds that blew by. Impulsively, his hands reached forward, tenderly kneading the flesh. His fingers closed around your buds, delicately pinching your nipples. He caught a groan in his throat, the feel of your skin only driving him crazy.

His lips came to your neck, planting weak kisses along the line. “tom..” you whined softly, hand coming to his chest. “mm?” he hummed, pinching your nipples again. You gasped gently at the sensation, feeling his lips curl into a smirk against your neck, his tongue licking and nipping on your skin. The hand that groped your breast snuck down agonizingly slow, simply teasing you as his fingers cupped over your sex. Two fingers pressed against your clit, a broken moan leaving your lips.

He hummed against the dark hickey that formed, “so wet f’me already?”. A shaky breath came from you as he departed from your neck, his gaze now looking down at your skimpy bikini bottom, your legs unconsciously opening for him as his fingers teased the wet spot on the cotton. Your lip came between your teeth, tugging on it gently as you looked around, “b-baby.. not here..”, you mumbled. “nobody will see us, baby,” he whispered.

Your silence was loud, causing him to smirk further, leading him to slide down what was left of the bikini down your tan legs. Tossing them to the side, you were left bare. “now this, is a nude beach,” he joked, parting your legs even further. An expression of amusement came over his face, your wet cunt glistened in the sun as he parted your folds with his finger. His middle finger gently dipped down, collecting your wetness, smearing it up to your sensitive clit, biting his tongue as you jolted at the sensation. “t-tom..” you whined, “shut up,” tom replied, his tone stern.

He looked back at you again, your eyes full of neediness, masked by hesitance. Without warning, his finger prodded at your entrance, slipping into you. Groaning softly, your hand searched for stability, gripping onto the hot sand. He cooed softly, watching his finger slowly pump in & out of you. The sound of your wet cunt mixed with those of the waves, your tiny moans seeping in here & there. “look at how slutty you look,” he tsk’ed, shaking his head menacingly. You whined again, biting your lip as his finger curled up, “just begging to be fucked..” he continued.

His cock began to ache, your whimpers & sight of you now riling him up. He bit his own lip looking down at his erection, begging to be freed from its restraints. A certain whimper of yours was enough. He pulled his finger out, your eyes snapping open in confusion before he manhandled you. You yelped lightly as he pulled you up, mumbling a small “c’mon,” moving you to the side as he laid where just were. His hands pulled at your hips, making you straddle him. He reached down, pulling his cock out of his trunks, red & leaking from the tip.

His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping himself a couple of times, mouth parting open in pleasure, “you’re gonna ride me, ‘kay, princess?” his voice hoarse. You nodded, complying with his orders as you lifted yourself just enough. He gripped your hip with one hand, the other now holding his cock, rubbing the tip between your folds, aiming for your clit. “f-fuck,” you whimpered, your hand leaning on his chest for support. Once aligned, he began pulling you down on him, your cunt stretching out as he entered. You gasped softly, him letting out a moan at the same time. You sunk down further, feeling the burn of his cock penetrating you deeper until you were completely sat on his cock.

The fear flashed back into your mind, snapping you out of your dazed state for a moment. You turned your head, frantically searching for anyone who might be near, afraid of catching you two in the act. His fingers grabbed your chin, forcefully making you look back at him, “forget about that. just ride my cock,” he gruffed, squeezing your hips in a demanding manner. You lifted your hips as much as you could before slamming back down. Immediately, his hands gripped your ass, helping you with the rhythm.

You cried out in pleasure as you bounced on his cock, his tip kissing your cervix as you rode him faster. “fuck, baby. just like that,” he gasped, throwing his head back. You whined in response, slamming your hips harder. The way his cock deliciously stretched you out, being able to feel every vein drove you mad. Within the first few minutes, your legs began to burn, the muscles not needing much before giving out. A small whimper emitted from you as you tried to continue, your bounces faltering. His hand collided with your ass, “c’mon, princess. don’t stop,” he encouraged.

Your nails dug into his chest, your head lolling down as you mustered up the little bit of strength remaining in you to continue bouncing. God, it hurt like hell, yet it felt so fucking good. Small tears pricked your eyes as your legs gave out, no longer being able to do it on your own any further. Your front nearly collapsed on him, your hands preventing you from doing so as your lower half could no longer hold you up, “help me, i-i can’t..”. Without saying anything, Tom took it upon himself. His fingers dug themselves deep into your hips before thrusting up into you wildly.

The sounds of skin slapping over boarded those of the seagulls & waves, your broken moans fueling him to go faster. “take my fuckin’ cock, baby. just like that,” he panted. His cock drove into you deeper, hitting that gummy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. “f-f-fuck..!” you groaned, thighs shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching. Tom whimpered deeply, his eyes barely being able to keep themselves open, yet the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt gave him strength. His gaze was nothing but lustful, dirty, & everything perverted. “beautiful fuckin’ girl. shit- you gonna cum on my cock, baby?” he teased through the grunts.

You nodded feverishly, his thick cock pounding into you at an inhuman pace, causing you to clench around him. “let go, baby. show daddy how messy you get,” tom mumbled, pushing the hair out of your face. With that, you cried out, legs shaking as your walls closed in on him, a stream of liquid quickly running down & onto his abdomen. His eyes widened, & his cock hardened. “f-fuck! that’s- that’s it!” you grunted, your orgasm washing over, hands now pushing at his chest as you felt you couldn’t take much more.

Tom grunted, slamming you all the way down on him, holding you in place as his hot cum spurted out into you, coating your walls. You whimpered quietly, the feeling triggering something inside of you. Tom remained still for a moment, eyes closed as he recollected himself. You looked down at him, breathless before he caught you by surprise. He lifted you up off of him before pushing you back down, pushing your thighs to your chest, exposing your cunt to him fully. “n-no, tom! i can’t anymore,” you mewled, pushing at his arms that now aligned himself to your entrance.

You could barely keep yourself conscious right now after that orgasm, yet he still had it in him for one more round. The sound of you squirting on him snapped something inside of him, leaving his cock rock hard for more. “just one more, baby. show daddy one more time how messy you get,” he groaned, pushing himself back into your pussy. He snapped his hips in, pulling out, just to ram back in. His pace was brutal, his tip ramming into a different spot of yours.

Your hands flew his biceps, “t-tom! fuck!”. His eyes were locked on your pussy, your hole sore & raw as he fucked you mercilessly, the sloppy sounds of his cock pounding into you becoming louder. “my pretty fuckin’ slut,” he murmured huskily, mouth leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck & teeth nipping. His dirty words went straight to your core, sending shocks down your spine. “this is what you wanted, huh? getting fucked on this beach like the slut you are?”.

“yesyesyes!” you sobbed, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure became unbearable. He angled his hips, thrusting into you with desire & passion. He groaned hoarsely, feeling a knot in his abdomen. You gasped loudly, walls clenching down on his cock, dead giveaway of your orgasm. Swiftly, he pulled out, only to rapidly abuse your clit with his tip. Your hands slammed into the sand, a deep scream escaping your lips as your body shook heavily, squirting hard all over his cock, coating his abdomen. Tom cried out, slamming his cock right back into your hole, his own eyes rolling back as his orgasm hit him like a truck, cum spewing into you.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you moaning simultaneously as you rode out your highs. Tom thrusted in weakly, your hips rolling up into him as you milked it out for as long as possible. Gently, he pulled out, making you wince lightly at the sensation. He looked down at your sex, his cum seeping out of your hole & onto the soaked towel beneath you. He looked back up at you, laughing lightly at your state. Your eyes were barely open, your body covered in sweat & sand, completely breathless. His hand came to soothe your abdomen, “i didn’t know you could do that,” he panted with a smile. Your eyes peeled open, “i didn’t either,” you laughed.

He smiled, kissing your knees before helping you up. “let’s freshen up in the water.”

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You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you left the bathroom. You smiled seeing Tom, sound asleep in bed. You turned the lights on into your kitchen, brewing yourself some coffee before opening up your laptop. “what the fuck?” you mumbled tiredly, at the thousands of emails in your inbox. You opened up at the most recent one by your manager.

subject: EXPLAIN. CALL ME NOW.

link: https.//www.tmz/tomandy/nonbeach/caught.com

Your eyes widened, clicking on the link.

TMZ: PAPARAZZI CATCHES TOM KAULITZ AND GIRLFRIEND, Y/N L/N HAVING FIERY SESSION ON BEACH DURING PRIVATE GETAWAY

Your heart dropped as you scrolled further. There you were. There the fuck you were, photographed as you laid on your back, a blurred circle covering Tom’s hand in between your spread legs, his face buried into your neck. The next was worse, it was you on top of Tom, your head thrown back as his mouth was parted open, your butt blurred as it caught you mid bounce.

The following images weren’t better, catching you completely off guard. Both of you photographed, covered in sweat as Tom spoke into your ear, your legs in the air as he was mid-stroke.

A blood curling scream left your lips, “TOM!”.

[bones4thecats]

➸ Nobody vs. the G.O.G.; Poseidon × S/O

Characters: Poseidon A/N: This is kind of a re-write of my old piece of the Reader being Odysseus' ancestor. I remembered that I wrote it a while ago, and in honor of the next saga of the Epic musical, I decided to redo it for fun! Anyways, have fun reading! ➥ Summary: What happens when two long-time rivals end up meeting again due to one similar relationship? Something entertaining for poor you, that's for sure.

DISCLAIMER: THIS CONTAINS QUITE A BIT OF VIOLENCE AT THE START. READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED THERE.

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🔱 It was years, centuries ago, that a human and goddess had a child. An accident was what the Gods called it as they reassured the female, whom had left the baby with its father

🔱 The Goddess had to observe her child's life, aging underneath the tyrannical hand of the man who made up half of them. She sobbed nearly every night in the arms of her fellow Gods, and they had to reassure every night that it had to be this way. As a human could never live among the Gods

🔱 While the child's mother watched, they grew, married, had children, and that happened multiple times before she began to leave the next generations to themselves. The Goddess did come back. And her current descendant, Laertes, smiled as his newborn son was handed to him

🔱 Unbeknownst to them, the baby's ancestor would check on him almost daily, floating above him on a cloud. She held her hand out to the young Odysseus and he giggled as he grabbed her finger, a steam-like print being engraved into her skin

🔱 She smiled and sung to him the song that her father would sing to her whenever she was homesick. Memories flashed of the giant male hugging her and humming while her mother just coughed sickly and laid on his shoulder. Perhaps this song could make better memories with this young man?

🔱 Odysseus aged tremendously in the Goddess' eyes. He had the most beautiful dark hair she saw, and his eyes always made her proud to see the glimmer of life in them. Especially when he met his wife and they had his son

🔱 As he sailed off to fight against Troy, his ancestor stayed around his family. She transformed into a beautiful phoenix, with her wings and body being whiter than the clouds and the fire affect resembling the fluffy-structures in the sky

🔱 The bird would fly by every day, making sure the mother and son were safe from the suitors. One day, she went to far in protecting them to lure one out of the castle, grab him by the neck, and tell him to warn his fellow suitors that;

"If thou dare lay one hand on Penelope or Telemachus, I shall lay waste thee and thy fellow suitors. Now leave. Say to the others of this warning."

"Yes, Goddess of the Ocean's Storms and wife of Poseidon, God of the Sea. This warning shall be told to mine fellow suitors. I just pray to be spared from thy rage." He replied, a pathetic tone coming out and not the overconfident one from before.

"Go. Thou hast received the mercy of a goddess. 'I return, I expect a sacrifice of four suitors by the end of this week. Understood, mortal?"

"Merely, goddess of the ocean's storms. Thou hast mine word to mere thy crave 'i exchange."

🔱 The suitor ran off in fear. But, despite the warning from him, the men just laughed, calling him crazy for swearing that a Goddess such as that to visit him for such a petty reason

🔱 The next day, he was found with a trident stabbed through his chest.

🔱 It was months that the woman watched, not intervening, despite the wish to do so. She had been held back by her close friend, Aphrodite. Much to her despair. She wanted those suitors to be torn piece by piece until the other way to recognize them was from their torn-out eyeballs

🔱 A smile crossed the Goddess' face as she watched Athena protest against her father, Zeus. Her words made sense. After all, she did know this boy the best out of them all. Well, other than you that is

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🔱 You smiled as you intertwined your arm with Poseidon's. You both were your way to visit a certain young man who had delivered a letter to your doorstep. It was the young Telemachus of Ithaca, the son of former King and Queen Odysseus and Penelope

🔱 Poseidon's blank stare remained as you pet the head of a cute dog, his long snout's darker tone contrasting with the pink-colored tongue he used to lick you

"What a sweetheart, right, Poseidon?"

🔱 He looked away before nodding. It was hardly noticeable to most, but after living with him for a few centuries, you get used to his small signs

🔱 You stood as you heard your name get called. The smile on your face grew largely as you saw the young man come running out, his arms wide for you to hug him. He wrapped them around your shoulders and you laughed at the actions

"Telemachus. You act as if you haven't aged since you were a young 20-year-old! It's impressive you're over 100 now!" You joked.

🔱 Telemachus smiled and laughed. He then looked behind you and saw Poseidon, his eyes slightly widening as he caught sight of the God. The same God his father told him so many scary stories about ever since he returned home

"L-Lord Poseidon." He said.

🔱 Poseidon let out a breath as you rolled your eyes and asked Telemachus where his parents were. He looked back at you and nervously chuckled before motioning for you both to follow him inside of his home

"Mom's most likely observing some of the birds in the garden. My dad's probably training his men in the fields. You know him..."

"Do I ever."

🔱 Telemachus and you two stopped in a living room. It had many piece of furniture that was a mixture of Ancient Greek and modern-times. He told you guys you could sit down as he gathered his parents to see you both

🔱 You smiled and looked at Poseidon. He just stared off at the nearby ocean, probably thinking out everything he had to finish once you two returned home. Before he or you knew it, Telemachus came back in with his mother being dragged by her arm, a laugh coming from her as it happened

"Penelope. It's so lovely to see you again!" You said, embracing the woman like how you did her son.

"The same goes for me. You haven't aged a year! You must teach me your secrets." She joked.

"Penelope, what's going on?" A new voice said.

🔱 Looking up, you saw another male walk into the room. He had long, near-black hair, and a lightly-grown beard. Your eyes lit up when they met his, memories flashing in your head as you practically ran up to hug the man

🔱 Poseidon glanced up and stood up firmly, slamming his trident into the ground as he remembered the guy. This was the one man he hated more than anyone

"Odysseus of Ithaca."

🔱 Odysseus slightly jumped and looked up from your shoulder. Seeing the God of the Seas there, he pulled your behind him, unsheathing his sword to keep his family safe from the heartless man

"Poseidon. What are you doing here? We settled our issues years ago."

"No! No! No, Odysseus, I brought him here to meet you guys. Wait. How do you two know each other?"

"It's a long story..." Odysseus mumbled.

"One that I would be lucky to be recanted on." You said sternly.

"Well..."

"Polyphemus. He went blind because of this mortal."

"Huh? I thought- you stabbed him?!"

"Uh..."

"Okay, let's start from the top."

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🔱 You looked down at the ground with a facial expression that made Odysseus and Poseidon look away slightly. You weren't glaring, but you weren't even close to smiling either

"Let me make sure this is all clear. Odysseus, you fought in Troy, left, got stuck at an island trying to find food. Then you tried eating Polyphemus' sheep, and after he killed multiple of your men, you blinded him. Then you opened a bag from Aeolus after Poseidon came around, started and storm and fled, got stuck with Circe, went to the Underworld, dealt with sirens, Scylla, and Zeus. And then you had to deal with Calypso, and eventually had to deal with Poseidon once again."

"Yeah..."

"And Poseidon. You heard Polyphemus' cries for you, came and found out everything. And, using the information and name that Odysseus' blurted out in a ego-boosted stupor, found him, and drowned most of his men. You then proceeded to threaten Penelope, Telemachus, and the entirety of Ithaca with drowning?"

🔱 Poseidon nodded in a reply as you sighed and rubbed your temples

"Well... this has become much more of a difficult meeting than I hoped it would've been."

"You're telling me..." Telemachus said.

[oh-its-souichi]

Brainrot

Astarion x reader

Astarion cast his eyes towards you. You were sitting around the fire next to wyll, a cup in your hand. The firelight reflected up into your face and lit it up, warming it, so much so he noticed your cheeks faintly flushed with warmth. That or it was the product of the wine that sloshed around in your cup. A half smile danced on his lips, and he turned his head to rid of it. Here he was casting googly eyes at a girl he had only bedded... once... only once. He brought his eyes back to the fire and wondered what you saw when you looked at him. Did you ever sneak glances at him? And if you did what did you see.

He hadnt seen his reflection in ages.

With a sigh, he rose from his spot around the fire, making his way to his tent. Unbenounced to him, your eyes flicked to him, a troubled look forming on your face.

At his tent, he snatched his hand mirror and held it at eye level. At first, he felt nervous to look into the reflective surface because what if his face did appear. Would he recognize himself or recoil in horror at the monster he became. He studied gold metal that made up the handle for a second being inpressed with the craftsmanship of the filigree engraved into the handle and the metal incasing the mirror. He wondered if the craftsman thought, maybe even cackled at the joke of a situation Astarion found himself in. His eternal life robbed him of his early memories, each year thing grew fuzzier and fuzzier until they were gone. Becoming more and more detached. What good would looking in a mirror do anyway if he were to catch a glimpse of himself would he recognize it anyway?

He brought his eyes up to look and at first only saw the glow of the underdark, the mushrooms and algea, and plants he didn't know, producing a plethora of colors. Lighting up the haunting purple darkness that surrounded. Though it was muggy and squishy and overall gastly smelling. There was something very beautiful about the underdark. He felt his mind wandering back to you and wondered if if you lived in a place like this before the parasite and once this was all over if thays where you would return... for from everything.. far from him.

He cast his eyes down for a moment but brought them back up, and when he did, there you were. You stood in the reflection of the mirror. He felt his face soften, and he couldn't help but think you looked so beautiful here. The pink glow of a plant behind you shone behind you, illuminating your grey-purple skin tone. Creating a pink rim around the tip of your white hair. "What are you doing with that?" You asked a curious look on your face. He sighed and dropped the mirror, turning to face you. "Fixing my hair, of course," he teased, but his voice lacked the enthusiasm required to convice you he felt okay about things. "Do you miss it?" You asked and he furrowed his brow. "Miss what darling?"

You motioned to the mirror with your hand. "Looking at yourself," He frowned. "Of course I do! I was very beautiful, I am still very beautiful. It would be nice to induge in some petty vanity from time to time!" He exclaimed, waving the mirror around. You squinted at him, seeming to look very closely. Your multicolored eyes peered into him, discected him alive. "What is it?" he said, turning his head aside, bashful. He felt pitiful. "Im just looking," you said with a pleased look on your face. You seemed to have no intention of telling him your thoughts, and felt perfectly comfortable keeping the words and opinions, conceptions, and judgments swirling around in your head. He motioned his arms at you dramatically "and?"

"I think you're very beautiful." You stated, and his heart was set to ease. He relaxed his shoulders, and a sly smile formed on his face. "Is that right, what else do you see?"

"Your smile, I like its sharpness"

"...and what else?"

Your hair and how it curls and waves." You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair. A pleasurable chil ran down his spine, and he closed his eyes to the sensation. Your touch was so gentle for a second that he thought this must be what it's like to be cherished. When you pulled your hand away, he was brought down from his high. "Not very fair of you, darling," he purred, and you smiled. "Im going to head back to my tent, I hope you sleep well." He stared at you in disbelief, after all that you were just going to walk away? You stepped to leave but he grabbed your hand. "Now, wait a second, you aren't going anywhere." He said "why walk the mighty distance to your tent when I have a perfectly good one here" he motioned "plus you cant just make me feel like that and walk away" his tone failed him again and what was meant to be a seductive tone came out more a s a cry for help.

You looked thoughtfully at him and then nodded. "I guess you're right, thebothers are-" You turned your head, glancing back at Wyll and Karlach, who sat half dazed by the fire. The others quiet in their tent. "-mostly asleep." Astarion brought his hand up to your chin and held it. "I dont care about the others, now come," he said, sliding his hand down and interlocking it to yours. You hesitated and he wanted to sob "I need to get my thi-" He cut you off shaking his head "no need, I have everything, borrow my shirt, my damn toothbrush, whatever you'd like." He said, and you laughed, a sound so sweet. "My gods, would you like to carry me in as well, take off my shoes and undress -" you stumbled on your words, and he eyed you dangerously. Mischief lurking. "You needent even ask, of course I do," he purred, easily scooping you up into his arms. He carried you into his tent and closed the flap door behind him. Gently, he set you down on the cushion of his bed and fascinated the string at the bottom of the door down. "Astarion I was-" you started but he shushed you, turning around. He slipped off his own boots then knelt down in front of you and started on yours. You cheeks burned pink and you quickly turned your head, avoiding his gaze. "Stubborn girl" he chuckled, discarding the left and then the right. "I can do it myself, you know" you said. He crawled up your legs and brought his lips inches from yours. "I know you can" he said. A smile came onto your face and you wrapped your arms around him neck, gently pressing his lips to yours. He deeped the kiss, his hands easily undoing your pants, pulling them down without ever losing you. You kicked them off the rest of the way. He reached for your shirt, looking down as he lifted the fabric off of you but froze. His eyes widened, the right side of your abdomine was splotted with large, deep blue bruises. They ran down onto your legs. You had a gash across your ribs as well that looked like it had been hastily stitched up.. He hadnt realized you had been battered from the scuffle earlier. "The hells you madwomen why didnt you say anything." He scolded, and you shrugged. "I took a potion after the fight, it will all be healed after I sleep"

He shook his head, running his fingers along the bruises. "No, this won't heal entirely in that time, and you are quite aware of that." He sighed. He took the remainder of your clothes off and then started to strip himself of his own. He gently nudged you to lay down. He took his place next to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. "We can still-"

"No, I won't ravage you when you're... well already quite ravaged, " he mummbled, burying his face in your hair. You laughed, and he felt himself smiling. A wave of exhaustion crashing over him. You closed your eyes and nestled against his chest, your finger making their way back to his hair raking gently across his scalp. Goosebumps rose all over hia body and he sighed, feeding off of the sensation, a blessing. He kissed your forehead, falling into affection, so naturally, it scared him. Why was it so wasy with you. He was scheduled to die via mindflayer parasite. Why was he perfectly happy right now? Why did he thank those tentically bastards for infecting him and bringing him to you? He slid his arm underneath your neck and rested his hand on the back of your head, pressing you closer to him. "What color were your eyes before" you asked him and he opened his eyes staring the the wall of the tent. "I dont remember," he sighed. "My old life bled out from me a long time ago." You tipped your head back and looked into your eyes. One way crimson red and the other amynethest purple. He had never noticed that before. In fact he never noticed what color your eyes were at all. It burned him to hold you so close but have you be so far away, so unknown at the same time. "You've kept yourself pretty well hidden away. What wounds do you keep?" He asked and you xhuckled. "Is that your wau of asking me to tell you about myself?"

"Well I couldnt just come out and say yhay darling, its not in my character" he groaned, his voice getting more gravely with his in reaing yearn for sleep. You sighed. "I grew up in Zirnakaynin, in the middle class partion of the city" Astarion hummed, listening to your words "its chaos down there, so Ive heard" you nodded against his chest. "Yes, its beautiful." He chuckled at your and rolled onto his sid, enttrapping you in both of his arms. "Drow were the boogeyman when we were young. The rumors of bloodbaths and cities of unregulated choas and a the pitiful deaths of outsiders. Real divas of the elven world. When my mother first informed me of them i practically shi-" his words caught in his throat and echoed in his skull, the word "mother" reverberating off the bone. A wink of a memory passed him by, to quick for him to grasp it. Since when did he remember a mother.

He sat in silence and seeming to pick up on his sudden distress you picked the conversation back up. "I moved to Menzoberranzan into my adolescence and stayed. It didn't compare to my home, but I found peace with it. My life has been good." You said simply, and it almost annoyed him, your lack of misery. "The city of spiders," he said, and you nodded, silent. "You swore in then, I presume, that does explain your eye." He looked down at you and saw your one red eye almost glowing up at him. In the tales he had head, Lolth marked her followers with red glowing eyes, intimidation in the dark of whatever. "Yes, that would be the time" you said. He felt a little shift in your tone. He seemed to have hit a sore spot, maybe you were miserable after all.

In the silence that grew, the two of you found sleep nestled in one another. The morning came, and when he awoke you were gone.

When he emerged from his tent, he almost felt disappointed not to see the sun. It was still the glowing, muggy darkness. Having been in the sun so much recently, he forgot how much he missed it. He missed waking up to warmth on his face. This region wasn't overly chilly. Where you camped now was actually oddly warm, grossely warm. Like walking into a bathroom filled with the steam of someone elses bathwater.

He shivered at the thought, then pictured walking into you in a warm bath and figured it not to be so bad. Astarion took a few steps forward but stopped when he noticed Wyll walking his way with a puzzled look on his face. Astarion walked towards him, meeting him halfway. "I'd say by the look on your face you request my attention," astarion smiled, boastful. "Yes, actually," Wyll said, coming to a halt. "I haven't seen y/n this morning, I have matters to discuss with her," he said. Astarions face dropped. Like a baloon being popped, he deflaited. Suspicious of what Wyll would want with you. He was handsome and noble, he saw you two talking but not in the way you talked with Astarion. Did he plan to snatch you up? "Why?" Astarion said, tone flat. Wyll cocked his eyebrow at him. "I assure you it's only business," he said, putting his hands up. A half smile came to his face. "I seem to have struck a cord. I didn't realize the two of you were involved, an interesting choice on her part." He chuckled

Astarion scoffed, "you've not only struck a cord you've broken the whole damn string!" He said storming off, once he got a ways away he stopped and turned pointing. "And we are not involved! Officially, at least." He hollered and continued his storming. Wyll held his hands up a smile on his face. "An interesting time this is," he chuckled and continued on his search.

You were at the far side of camp bathing in the dark waters of a small waterfall nearby. Hot springs were not common up top, so you were happy to be able to bath in warm water. You currently laid back with your head on a mushroom. You would cross the lake today to fight, so you wanted to enjoy this time alone to recuperate. You out some warm wet moss over your eyes and let yourself get lost in the warmth of the water. So lost you didn't hear the pair of feet co.ing towards you. Two pairs of feet, to be exact...

Astarion was the first to waltz up, and he felt like his prayers had been answered. You were submerged in the dark water but he could see enough to know you had no clothes on. Thoigh he could do without the pond scum you have covering your eyes. "My fancy running into you here" he said, sauntering over. You shot up. Ripping the green shit off of your face. You stood before him fully exposed, and he could only grin. "You sacred me, wreched man!" You exclaimed. You wet hair clung to your soulders, some of it still hanging down your back. You looked delectable. He dry throb hit his throat and he was overcome with the urge to taste you. "May I jo-" suddenly a twig snapped behind him and he turned his head.

Wyll walked up the trail, his eyes widening when he laid eyes on you. "Hey, wyll," you said, and he turned away. "Pardon my intrusion. I didn't think of the state you would be in." Astarion scoffed. "Dont 'hey Wyll' him, get in the water, women! Gods, you are not for everyone to see!"

You smirked and sunk slowly into the water, eyeing Wyll, who remained looking away. "I only came to see what the plan for today is." He said. You sighed and swum back to your original place. " I figured everyone could rest a bit more, pack, and then go. I dont know exactly what we are up against, but if they are foreigners in the underground, without allies, they've got to be the slightest bit tough."

Wyll nodded "I think that sounds fine. Im sorry to interrupt your lovers quarrel." You stuck your hand out. "Think nothing of it, we arent involved."

Wyll nodded and started to walk away hear Astarion shout "Officially, at least." Wyll chuckled, disappearing into camp. Astarion crossed his arms and dramatically turned his head in the opposite direction of you. You eyes him blankly. "Astarion, what is it?" You said having an inkling what his dilemma was. "You are so quick to shoot us down in front of Wyll. So maybe it's him, you fancy." He said keenly, aware he did the same things mere minutes before. You hesitated on your words. You hadnt mean to hurt his feeling. You just thought it best to keep your perso al business out of the parties. "I-" You started to say but spotted a small smile threatening to form on his lips. "You tyrant, Astarion, get in the water with me and stop with your brooding." you said, words targeted. At this point you knew how to ease him, compliments and affection, love and understanding. Astarion looked to you with a wicked smile. "Now that's what I like to hear, my darling" he started to strip off his clothes and submerge himself into the water. At first, he shivered at the warmth, and then his face relaxed. "This damn parasite has made my skin so sensitive, I can feel everything, I could barely feel a thing before." He muttered, cozying himself up to you.

...

The fight hadn't gone well for you. Well, the party won against Nere but YOU personally were tore up, Karlach as well. You had expected that from a fellow Drow and part of you felt prideful, your kind still held up their scary reputation.

You laid on the stone floor of the temple blood oozing out of your side just below the platform where the others were. You had been trapped in a corner away from the rest with Nere, and he shoved you off the side with a bash to your head. You figured he lured you, but you didn't know. You didn't think the others knew where you were, though, but you didn't pay that mind. sweat dripping from your forehead. Lava surrounded the platform, and with all the blood you lost and the suffocating heat you felt so painfully ill. You turned your head to the side and could hear Gale dumping something and his magic whirl. "She should be alright. We need to get to camp and leave before any more show up." He said. "Wait.." he muttered."Astarion wheres Y/N"

"She right..." Astarion said, and you thought you heard concern in his voice. "Where the hells is she?" he said. You couldn't hear Karlach and wondered if she was alright. Your thought faded away as the heat below you zapped away your strength. You were so hot, the metal of your armor stated to burn your skin, and you wished you could strip yourself of it. A small groan left your lips. Despite the pain, your eyes started to grow heavy, and your vision blurred. You wondered if you were just extremely tired or dying. You didn't expect to die in a battle so small, so unimportant to the grand scheme of things. To die in pursuit of finding a cure so you sidnt die by the parasite lodged in your brain. A small smile came to your lips, and you giggled. "How funny," you said. Your eyes closed and from above you - you thought you heard someone speaking. "You can't die damn you," they seemed to be saying, but the voice was too far away.

...

Astarion and Gale dragged the both of you back the camp. Karlach was just alright, unconcious and still bleeding, but her survival was pretty much guaranteed. You, on the other hand, the others weren't so sure.

Your legs and right arm were badly burned. You had severe trauma to the back of your head. The healing spells Gale and Shadowheart cast on you seemed to be lightening the load of the injuries, so they were still so bad. Astarion stood outside of your tent biting his fingernails. A disgusting habit, he seemed to have picked up from the stress. It sickened him but here he was gnawing and gnawing. He spit one of his fingernails out and peered out into camp. His mind whirled. There was still so much to do, so much more ground to cover. He mused, guardians and the parasite be damned, he might sneak you away in the night and take you back to your city. The two of you could live tofether in the darkness, away from all of this. When he first saw you laid below the platform smoking and burnt he was furious. How dare you go ahead and make him care just to die in front of him, just to cause him more pain. That feeling faded quickly away from him though, now he wanted to coddle you, rob you of your pain.

Gale was in with you now, and Astarion waited impatiently outside. He was casting more healing spells. He prayed to whoever that these ones would be enough.

Gale came out a few moments later and sighed. "I think she'll be alright," he said, putting his hand on astarions shoulder. A tsunami of relief crashed over him. He wanted to sob and scream. He didn't, though. Instead, he looked at his nails. "We arent involved, if thats what your touching up is about" he said and Gale scoffed "oh dont act nonchalant, youve stood outside her tent for three days now, sighing and gnawing" Astarion scoffed "Oh pardon me for looking after my party Mr. Calm and collected, Im not gnawing anyway Im-" there was a rustling behind the two. They whipped around started by the sudden intrusion. You emerged from the tent, and though you were so beautiful to him, Astarion thought you looked like shit. "Darling ypu mus'ent be standing." he rushed to your side, putting his arm behind your back. "Im alright, Im-" you weakly protested, but he shushed you. "No, tent now." He instructed, and you sighed.

[unicyclehippo]

inferno

laudna was staring at her hands.

she had been for a good portion of the evening and imogen wanted to press against her mind, that gentle side of it, just to see what the shape of her thoughts would be. and if laudna's soft skin split open to welcome her in, all the better.

imogen held off.

instead, she ambled over, careless in her approach, and plopped down beside her girlfriend. she was met with an arched brow and a smile playing across dark lips; laudna, it seemed, had not bought her performance.

'hello, darling,' she said. 'just casually dropping by?'

'shut up.' imogen rolled her eyes. laudna laughed, and imogen found a much better place for her eyes--looking at the marble column of laudna's neck as she threw her head back and laughed, the sound shiveringly bold.

'i'm sorry, i couldn't help it, you tried so hard to be casual about it. i do think FCG bought it,' laudna offered.

imogen scowled playfully. 'great. one out of five.'

she laughed at herself, then tried visibly to pull herself together. the drinking had started not long after crepes - not the perfect dinner to keep from getting shit-faced after all, as chetney had insisted, or maybe it was some quirk in gnomish constitution that she couldn't boast - and she hadn't drunk too much but after a lifetime of not drinking ever, the small amounts she'd been indulging in, finally, felt like heavy hitters. it was nice actually. the whole world didn't feel like a storm; it felt like she was floating above the world and each mind was a burning, churning star. still there, still loud and present and burning hot. but she didn't have to go there. she got to just - float.

laudna's mind was one of those double stars, old and cold and slow and forever turning around each other, ready to crash. imogen read about those, back at the starlight - starbright - starpoint academy. conservatory? whatever. stars that died and turned inside out. instead of sending all their burning energy out they sucked it in, everything around them. that's what delilah was trying to do to laudna.

'you're staring, darling.'

'you're beautiful,' imogen replied simply. laudna's lips turned up at the edges. she looked down at her hands. 'can i ask you something?'

'anything. you know that. you ought to, anyway.'

imogen leaned into her. she was pretty sure she was flirting heavily, but maybe orym wouldn't quite be able to tell just from their backs. oh who was she kidding--he saw everything, and anyway, she was as obvious as the bloody moon in the bloody sky when it came to laudna.

'i don't remember much from our chat in the market,' imogen said, voice low, 'not after you said alright,' she drawled. 'i was a bit occupied.'

laudna's eyes brightened. she glanced around, then back to imogen. 'i think i made my point quite clear. as you made yours.'

'yeah?'

'yes.'

they were so close imogen could feel her cool breath fanning against her cheek. all she had to do was lean in and--imogen closed her eyes. pulled back.

'imogen?'

'wait - sorry, laud, i got carried away. this isn't why i came over. i came to -' she fought with her mind, wrangling it to focus. 'i came to ask you something. serious.' imogen stared at laudna, who nodded for her to continue. 'i noticed you've been a little quiet tonight. and you've been looking at your hands a lot. is everything - okay?'

a cool hand against her wine-warm cheek was heavenly. imogen leaned into the touch.

'yes, darling, nothing's the matter. the very moment that changes, i'll let you know,' laudna vowed. her thumb brushed across imogen's cheek, tender. her voice dripped into imogen's ear, melodious. 'i've been thinking merely of power and capability...and culpability. the incident in the volcano frightened me. i tried to calm the inferno heart of the fire empress with a drop of ice,' she said, and her tone changed in a heartbeat, grew fangs, dripped venom. 'i had nothing to offer - there was nothing i could do - and i would do anything for you,' laudna said. imogen opened her eyes. watched as laudna glanced from their friends, still carousing, and back to her. locked eyes with her. 'anything,' she whispered, 'for you.'

'i know.'

'it seems some cruel trick of the world that one can grasp for power and gain it, more and more, and yet come up against challenges that require still more power. there never does seem to be a limit. there never does seem to be...peace.'

'no,' imogen agreed. she looked down to laudna's hand - the one in her lap. her fingers were long, her skin pale but darkening like gathering smoke, white to grey to black until the ends of her fingers and her nails were the deepest black. a ring encircled one finger, serpents twisting around a red gem. imogen wanted to kiss her hand, her knuckles. wanted to run her tongue over that ring--her ring--sitting so prettily on her finger. she dragged her eyes back up to laudna's face.

'were you talking to her?' she asked.

this time, not even laudna seemed to suspect that she forced her tone casual, intrigued. and it was forced. there was nothing she would like more than to rip delilah out, crush her beneath her boot in the fucking mud where the bitch belonged. but it was laudna's killer, laudna's mind, laudna's choice.

'no.'

'no?'

'i was thinking about my other powers.' laudna waved her hand and let shadows pool around them, dark and heavy. imogen wasn't afraid. the power was in laudna's hands; she was safe, she was at home here in laudna's shadow. 'where they came from, how i gained them. i was trying to recall--playing with them as a child. i did, i think. long before - everything that happened. that's why she was intrigued, i think. that's why she thought i had potential. because i did. and i have been wondering, i suppose, if anything of that potential remains.'

the shadows were deep and dark. imogen leaned close and pressed a kiss to laudna's shoulder.

'you wanna research? you wanna go somewhere and find the answers? it'll be like when we first started travellin' together.'

'except it may well be the plane of shadows. not exactly a city on a map.'

'i'll travel to the ends of the world for you and beyond.'

'again.'

'hm?'

'again,' laudna reminded her softly, eyes glowing in the shadow blacker than the black around them. gorgeous.

sorrow gnawed at her aching wrists like a hungry dog. she remembered carrying laudna, cradling her to her chest. she couldn't forget. her fucking wrists ached. imogen grabbed laudna, dragged her closer. her breathing was harsh like she'd run a mile, or been dropped out of the sky and caught at the last second. landed softly but heart still trying to catch up. she felt for the side of laudna's head, who murmured empty soothing words and moved to help her, and pressed her trembling lips to laudna's eyes, one after the other.

'if it comes to it, i will do it again. as many times as i have to.'

'i know,' laudna said, and tilted imogen's head so she could kiss her gently on the lips. 'but next time, i swear, we walk into the plane of shadows together.'

[cambion-companion]

Painted in You

Art shenanigans plus a little too much wine for the reader leads to a rare moment of romantic cheesiness with our favorite Chiss (or mine at least).

Thrawn x reader drabble | established relationship | fluff | little steamy towards the end

You giggled a little, the red and yellow paint surely had gotten in your hair by now. You held your wine as steadily as you could while spreading the myriad of colors out with your hands. Your minimal white clothes were already completely saturated with color both fresh and dried from previous finger painting sessions. The protective film crinkled a little as you moved back to admire your messy, but beautiful, work. The large canvas before you was almost done in all of its many chaotically vibrant hues.

"I guessed I'd find you here."

The smooth cadence of Thrawn's voice behind you made you jump a little and you turned with excitement to greet him. "I'm glad you did!" You gestured to your work. "What do you think? Would you be able to deduce how to defeat me in battle from this?"

Thrawn looked over your shoulder to the colorful canvas, lingering with his tall frame against the doorway. A small smile curved his lips as he tilted his head, considering. "Only if said battle had strict cleanliness guidelines."

You laughed brightly and his smile grew at the sound.

"You should join me! It's quite relaxing, gets rid of stress." You paused, glancing over his immaculate uniform pointedly. "Leave that outside though."

"Do I appear stressed?" Thrawn asked but began removing his outer uniform anyway until he was down to his black training clothes.

"You never appear to have much emotion...but I know better by now." You spoke softly as he approached you, his movements calculated and purposeful as ever as he took your paint-stained hand and placed a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist.

"Do you indeed?"

"Mhm." You gave a little sound of contented happiness at the feeling of his warm skin beneath your fingers as you touched Thrawn's face. A streak of red paint smudged across his cheek from your touch and you couldn't help but giggle a little. "Oh stars, I am sorry it seems I forgot just how messy I am currently."

Thrawn touched the wet paint on his face and withdrew his hand, studying it upon his fingers, his glowing gaze fixated on you once more, his smile still serene. "No matter. I predict such is only the beginning."

You sipped your wine and motioned for him to sit with you upon the tarp, dragging your paints closer so they were with reach. "I've run out of canvas anyway." You looked him over, your lips twitching. "And I can't think of a lovelier substitute."

Thrawn acquiesced, he rarely denied you anything these days, since you'd become romantically involved with the Chiss. It was common for most to view Thrawn as emotionless and a little cold, but that was not the case when the two of you were alone together.

You reached forward and began lifting his black tank top up, giving him a questioning look. When he nodded, you fluidly removed the garment and tossed it to a safe paint-clear space on the floor. You paused a moment to take in the beauty of the man sitting next to you, the shades of his blue skin shifting under the fluorescent light of your studio.

Thrawn's eyes were upon your face, his expression reminded you of the phrase "the cat who got the cream" and heat flushed to your cheeks.

"Continue." Thrawn prompted silkily, his tone barely more than a purr.

You shivered a little, your own eyes meeting his briefly, knowing he could read you backwards and forwards like a well-loved book. Your fingers dipped into the cold paint, choosing a dark crimson shade at first because you couldn't resist the color matching Thrawn's eyes.

"Hold still." You instructed, a little needlessly because Thrawn was still as a statue while you moved closer. You could feel his breath on your face and had to clear your head with a little shake.

"You appear somewhat distracted, my darling." Thrawn chuckled at your blushing reaction and took your own hand, extending your arm and dipping into his own choice of paint. You glanced down, he'd chosen a crisp yellow.

"I'm perfectly cognizant, just had a little wine." You defended, narrowing your eyes at him in a teasing glare. His gaze however was focused on his own work now as he began spreading the paint over your bare arm in swirling patterns that almost tickled.

You in turn began your own body art at his shoulder, tracing the contours of his muscles with the deep red and filling the lines at your leisure with grey and white hues. The distracting sensation of Thrawn brushing against your skin sent pleasant chills down your spine and your movements faltered as you closed your eyes a moment to enjoy it.

"You are quite skilled." Thrawn murmured and you opened your eyes to see him appraising his shoulder and arm with a satisfied expression. "Your color theory is a rare talent."

You leaned forward, taking the opportunity to place a sneaky kiss to his jaw. Thrawn's hand instinctively snaked around your torso, under your shirt at your back and pulled you closer as he turned his mouth to meet yours. You felt the cold paint smear against your skin but heeded it not, Thrawn's lips were fiery against your skin as he trailed small kisses down to your throat.

Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, leaving a wake of red paint against his cerulean skin.

"As I predicted." Thrawn pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose before measuring your expression with pride. "Much more of a mess."

"Your brilliance knows no bounds." You snarked, yelping a little as Thrawn took his revenge by adding more cold paint to your abdomnen, though the heat of his hands soon overtook it.

He bent you backwards with the force of his sudden kiss, his movements swift and exact as he moved over your now prone body. Somewhere in the haze and tangled limbs the paint cups got knocked over and you could see the colors pooling around you in your periphery. Thrawn nibbled on your bottom lip and helped you remove your own shirt, the bare skin of your back pressing into the spilled paint.

Where his hands moved, color was left behind streaked against your skin. By the end of your extra-curricular activities Thrawn had to carry you to the shower in order to save the rest of your apartments from being ruined forever.

[crybyemissamericanpie]

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

TW:Smoking,bit of Alcohol,Cursing

Tonys eye flicker through the big ballroom with the fanciest people to the fanciest food. The night was calm and cold,people talking while soft music played as white noise.The room filled with many different people,that you wouldnt usually see in one room,presidents,models,bussiness people and the list goes on.There was no lust or life to the party if we wanna put it that way or as Tony thought.He was tired of the people it was 12:13PM and the party started at 6:30PM,he has been walking from people to people,giving them the brightest smile,making sure that they were having fun.

He just sneaked out of a conversation with a guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom but he didnt needed to go there,so he immediately took the back door,not caring if the guy sees him.As he stepped outside,he closed the door behind him,it was quiet out here,though the music still could be heard in a muffled version.

His eyes almost immediately dart to the women,leaning on the fence,smoking a cigarette.He knew who it was,they were no strangers.He starts to walk over and lean on the fence next to her,waiting for her to say something,as he realizes that she wont he starts"pretty isnt it?"He said as he looked up at the dark sky,with a small smile in hopes with starting a conversation with her

She looks at Tony with a cold expression as after she blew the smoke out of her mouth,the smoke disappearing soon enough"What do you want?"She asks,Tony usually doesnt come to her so much cause of their history of being forced to be friends cause of their fathers,as they grew up and Tony father passed,theere was no reason to hang out anymore,since there was no one left to impress with their 'healthy bond'

"Quit that,y/n,i cant even look at you anymore?"Tony asks with a small smirk on his face as his gaze does not leave her.She rolls her eyes slightly taking a blunt again."Atleast can we chat?like i actually want to have something with you"Tony continuous as she blows the smoke out

She chuckles a little which caught Tony of a little,she turns her whole body to Tony,leaning on the fence with her hand which had the cigarette in it,the dress making clear lines of her beautiful curves,making out every part of her body,laying on her skin like it was painted on,a painting that would send Leonardo da Vinci home crying."Wierd way to say that you wanna fuck me then throw me away"She said,raising an eyebrow

Tony chuckled a bit but stayed quiet,he didnt really know what he wanted himself that much either."what cat got your tongue?"She teases,with a small smirk on her lips.His gaze still didnt leave y/n"Thats a gorgeous dress,by the way"Tony says,with a smile,speaking with a bit of a sass put into it

"thats all you got?"She asks,taking a blunt again,while raising an eyebrow again"yeah no…just the much talking with the people in there drained me"Tony admitted,shaking his head as he looked down at his foot"THE Tony Stark drained?Thats new!"She said with a small laugh.From her tone of voice and a bit of body language Tony could tell that she was a bit drunk herself

Tony looks up at y/n then a question pops into his mind"what are you doing out here anyway?"He asked tilting his head a bit to the side as he also furrowed his brows."Im hiding from a guy"She admits almost immediately,as she takes another blunt and then blows out a bit too quick,making her caught at the too much smoke in her lungs"That sounds familiar"He says,as he remembers that he is in the same boot as her,well kinda"Who is the guy?"He asks out of curiosity

"Some dude named Jared,he wants to dance with me even though i told him that i dont wanna dance with him"She says,bluntly,with an annoyed voice"and i got the feeling that he also wanted to sleep with me"She continues,looking up at the sky,then her eyes wall back to Tony"and do you wanna sleep with him?"Tony asks but also feeling the fact that he already knows the answer to that"No!Hes like super creepy"She says,furrowing her eyebrows"i told him in going to the bathroom like 30 minutes ago and im scared that he will found me"She says,taking a blunt from her cigarette then blowing the smoke out in the air in the other direction so it doesnt go into Tonys face,Tony turns around,to the Big glass double door to the ballroom,as he sees a guy in a red suit,looking around as walking closer to the door

"Is that him?"Tony asks from y/n as his gaze doesnt leave the guy,as he is getting closer to the door.Her head turns to the glass door and her eyes go widen,as she feels her heart miss a beat,it felt like she was a bit dramatic or was it the alcohol getting to her head?"YES"She says loudly,as she sees the guy notice her through the glass,geeting his hand on the door handle,she grabs Tonys suit jacket,making his hips touch the fence,as she quickly put her lips on his.

The kiss was more rushed,forced and quick and as Tony was surprised by the sudden action,he saw the guy open the glass door,so he grabbed her hips bringing their lips together for a more softer kiss,Tony could taste the cig from her lips,but it didnt stop him from going further of his tongue entering her mouth,and their tongue danced together in harmony,as y/n put her hands on the side of his face,trying to keep the cigarette away from his face to not burn him,melting in the kiss,both of them feeling their faces get a bit heated.

The guy looked at the scene disappointed and closed the door and went back to the party.

As she pulled away,Tony stayed in the same position,his eyes a bit widen,like he didnt know what he was doing"well we know whats gonna be in the news next"She said with a small smirk,as she knew that they both had a very big place in the media,Tony couldnt help but chuckle a little

[grxngyalt]

hey im gonna try to write for the fandom again, mary/sippi fic under the cut!

picture-perfect proposal <3

(inspired by something @uriahcantdraw wrote for me!!)

Maryland sat at the edge of the ocean, the sparkling, cool waves crashing up on her feet. The wind was blowing lightly, and the sun was just beginning to set. The air was warm and humid, and the sky was a bit cloudy, the colors of ruby and spessartine stretched across the evening sky as the sun’s warmth began to fall.

Mississippi was laying beside his girlfriend, admiring her glowing beauty in the gradient sky. Though he seemed.. nervous? Mary noticed his anxious body language and concern washed over her mind.

“Hey, sugar, you okay..?” She asked quietly, as to not raise his nervousness.

“Oh- uh- yeah. I’m good.” He replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

“You sure, hon? You seem anxious…” She said in a tone of concern weaved with worry.

“Mhm! Yeah, I’m just a little tired, ya know?” He responded, his tone growing more nervous as he fidgeted with something in his pocket.

“Oh. We can go home, if you’d like. It’s gonna be getting dark soon anyway.” Mary said, having no idea about his plans.

Sippi panicked a little, this was his only chance to ask her the question he’d been dying to ask since the day he first saw her in her smile. the awkward, weird little smile that he found endearing.

“We don’t have to leave yet- we could at least walk the boardwalk first!” He suggested in a slightly desperate tone

“You sure? If you’re tired we can leave-“ She got cut off by her boyfriend, who seemed to be growing more panicked.

“No! It’s fine, really! I just- I wanna wait for the sun to set. I wanna walk the boardwalk with you… you look really pretty in the sunset.” He said, giving her a soft smile.

“Aww. I’m flattered, sugar. We can go walk if you want.” She responded, returning a smile back at him.

He jumped up excitedley and helped her off her beach towel, holding her hand and giggling as they aaproached the boardwalk. He was so excited to hopefully make Mary, the girl he held so close to his heart, his wife.

“What’s got you all excited?” Mary asked teasingly.

“Mm, I just can’t believe I get to be here with you right now… the perfect girl…” Sippi replied, admiring the way her eyes shined in the glowing sunlight.

“Aww, stop it. I’m not all that great.” She said, her face flushing a light pink-ish color.

“… God, I could kiss you right now.” He teased, lightly smirking as her face grew more red.

“Oh- well. I- uhm. If you want to, you can…” She responded, her voice sounding more high pitched and flustered in tone.

“…Actually, I think I have a better idea. Just keep walkin’.” He said, holding her hand tighter as he started fidgeting with his pockets again.

As they reached the end of the boardwalk, Sippi just looked closely at Mary. Admiring all her cute little features. Her vitiligo covered skin, the dark freckles on her face that trailed down to her shoulders, the scars along her gentle, silky arms, the unique little tooth gap that showed when she smiled, the dark, crimson color of her eyes that glowed in the ever stretching sunset… God, he loved every little detail. He looked into her eyes and smiled, not his usual, anxious little smile, but a soft, genuine smile… the part of him that only she could fully understand, the part of him that only she could bring out in him. He felt safe and at peace when he was alone with her. He remembers the way his heart fluttered and his eyes sparked when he saw her for the first time. He remembered how gentle friendly and patient she was with him, even at his lower moments.

“God, you’re beautiful…” He whispered in a sweet, loving tone.

“Thanks, sugar… though I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me.. you seem rather excited for this just being a usual date.” She mentioned. Though she adored his unusual energy, she knew something bigger was happening.

“I mean, I don’t have anything to tell you… but I do have something to ask, if that’s alright.” He replied as a warm, fuzzy feeling washed through his veins, as if the feeling of love was pumping to his heart in replacement of blood.

“Go ahead… I’m ready.” She said in a tone of reassurance, giving him a warm smile.

The Magnolia state looked deep into her eyes one last time, before pulling a small, velvet box out of his pocket. Mary covered her mouth in shock as he dropped to one knee and took a deep breath.

“…Mary, my sweetheart, I may not be your first pick, hell, may as well be your last… but you’ll always be first in my heart. You brought out a part of me that I didn’t know even existed… you made me feel loved, and happy. You’re the sweetest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and ever will meet, and I wanna make sure that you’re ready to share a beautiful chapter of my life with me.”

Mary’s eyes widened as warm, joyful tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Sippi let out a soft sigh as he flipped open the velvet box to reveal a golden ring with a small, glowing ruby in the center, the same ruby shade that flowed across the evening sky.

“So, with that being said,” he took another deep breath before continuing, his eyes full of love as he asked the question he’d been dying to ask, “Maryland, light of my life, would you do the honor of making me the the luckiest guy in the world and be the one to marry me?”

“Yes- yes- Oh my God yes!” The Old Line state exclaimed as the scorching tears fell down her cheeks. She was so overwhelmed by the burst of joy that ran through her mind. The Hospitality state giggled as he gently slid the perfectly sized ring onto her smooth, gentle hand.

“I love you- I love you so much-“ Mary sobbed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you too, mon ange.” He said, hugging her close to his chest.

The bright, glowing rays from the sun began to fade as the glowy cresent moon made way into the starry night sky. The cool, wispy wind blew against the two, as the sky was overtaken by a deep purple.

“Well, should we go home and cuddle now..?” Mary suggested, her tone quiet and gentle.

“Yeah… I can’t wait to go to sleep with my fiancè.” He teased, kissing her forehead softly.

“…God, you’re gonna break me one day.” She teased back as they walked back to the car.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna break me with how pretty you’ll be in your wedding dress.” He responed with a playful smirk.

“…Get in the damn car before I regret my desicion.” She said sarcastically.

“Okay- damn, I’ll let you cool off.” He said, returning the playfully rude tone.

They drove back to their small little house near the woods, both keeping the pink blushy layer on their faces. As soon as they got home, they jumped onto their bed, giggling and smiling warmly as their legs got tangled together. Mary buried her face into the Catfish state’s cushiony chest as she closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Sippi whispered, kissing her forehead before he pulled the blanket over the two of them and dozing off with his soon to be wife.

[aces-and-angels]

An It Lives Within Holiday Special: Amalia Edition 🎁

Title: Lemon Drops 

A/N: Y’all ready for some besties turned lovers action? Because it’s time to show Amalia some much needed love♥ I started writing this fic so long ago.  Technically, it was never meant for ILAW. But I figured since I’m done with Abel’s fic, I’d spruce up the draft I had for this beauty. 

For Day 4: Favorite ship(s) @ila-appreciationweek

Pairing(s): Amalia x MC (M!Rowan), Connor x F!Devon (briefly mentioned) 

Summary: A bonus scene for ILW by @itlivesproject; Set pre-finale (Blood Route); Rowan recreates an old memory

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“$5.00 is your change. Do you need a bag?”

Rowan proudly held up his pillowcase. “No thanks. I brought my own.” His smirk was met with a quizzical look, followed by a careless shrug from the cashier. The cotton stretched as he packed everything into his ‘bag.’ Tightly holding the ends of the fabric in his fist, he slung the pillowcase over his shoulder. His foot was halfway out the store when a voice called out. 

“Wait!” Rowan turned around, confused. His cashier jogged up to him, a large pack of lemon drops in their hand. “You almost forgot this.”

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Bright headlights illuminated the dark road ahead as Rowan drove. It wasn’t long before he found himself parked outside the cabin. The spot where Connor’s car should be was noticeably empty- just as he intended. For the most part, his roommates were agreeable to staying elsewhere for the night. Though Devon did make him pay her $100 as an ‘entertainment fee.’ 

“Drinks are expensive, Burke. And so am I,” she reasoned.

“Sweetheart, we don’t need-”

“Connor, hush. A business transaction is in progress.” Rowan rolled his eyes, but complied. After a few quick taps on his phone, Devon’s phone chimed in her pocket. “We’ll be out by 6.”

Grabbing his pillowcase from the passenger’s seat, he made his way to the front door and knocked. A few seconds pass before he heard the floorboards creak from inside. “Ro, is that you?” Amalia called out. 

“Yeah, I left without my keys again,” he lied, holding back a grin. His heart thudded with anticipation as her footsteps grew louder.

"I told you to check your...” her words died out when she took in the sight of him. 

Standing in front of her, still in his pajamas that he’d left in, he gave a small, but hopeful smile. The contents in his pillowcase jostled slightly as he held it up to her. “Wanna have a slumber party?”  

“I... you... what-”

“As much as I love leaving you speechless, it’s freezing out here,” he chuckled, his breath coming out in a fog. 

“R-right,” she stuttered, stepping aside so he could pass. The heat inside the cabin instantly warmed his cold skin. He faintly heard the front door click shut from behind, but not another set of footsteps following him into the living room. Amalia stood frozen in place, her mouth slightly agape.  

“A lady at the store gave me that same look,” he tried to joke with her. 

“Huh?” 

“I had to go to a couple of stores, actually. For some reason, none of them had UNO.” 

“Wha-?”

“I know! It didn’t make sense to me either. Anyways, I bought all of the essentials.” He began to take out the snacks in his pillowcase, listing them off as he did. “I’ve got Takis, salt and vinegar chips, honey buns-”

“No,” she interrupted, her shocked expression unchanged. “I mean, what is all this?” 

His shoulders slumped ever-so-slightly. Was this too much? He fidgeted with the edge of his pillowcase. “I just thought- I wanted...” he trailed off, unsure how to explain himself.

“You wanted to do what?” Her tone didn’t hold any judgement. It was soft, encouraging. She walked over to him, gently placing her palm on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into her touch, its comforting warmth easing the tension that had formed in his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head from the floor. 

“I’ve been having these... thoughts,” he started, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. “My memories- they’re not really mine.”

“Ro, that doesn’t-”

“I know, Lia. In the end, I’m still me. But that doesn’t change the fact that there are gaps. Things that I only think are true.” He anxiously chewed on the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the pillowcase in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out the pack of lemon drops. “I just wanted to remember, really remember, our slumber parties.” 

Amalia’s eyes softened. Wordlessly, her arms circled tightly around his frame. He melted into the hug, burying his face in her hair. The sweet, familiar scent of lavender filled his senses. A content sigh escaped from his lips as she rubbed his back soothingly. “Is that why you kept asking me what snacks I liked?” Her words were muffled into his shoulder.

“I had to make sure I bought the right things,” he mumbled sheepishly. With their bodies pressed so close, he could feel her laughter through his chest. The joyous sound made his heart flip. She pulled away just enough to look up at him.   

“You really have UNO in that pillowcase of yours?” 

Stepping away from her hold, he took out the deck of cards. “Prepare to eat my dust de León.” 

"We’ll see about that, Burke.” Snatching the box out of his hands, she made her way to sit on the couch. “First trip down memory lane: you were always shit at shuffling.”

His lips stretched into a playful smirk. “Did we also make each other draw cards until we got one we could put down?”

“That’s the only way to play, Ro. Now, sit down so I can kick your ass.”

Several rounds of UNO and many, many betrayals later, the two decided to set the cards down to preserve what was left of their relationship. Rowan’s arm draped over Amalia’s shoulder while her head rested on his chest. Her fingers absentmindedly traced random patterns on the back of his hand. A movie that neither of them were really invested in played on the television. “Wanna split the last honey bun, honey bun?” He snickered.

“God, that was awful,” she groaned, slapping him half-heartedly. 

"Well,” he scoffed, giving her the most affronted look her could muster. “I don’t feel like sharing it now. Not after that.” He wiped a non-existent tear off his cheek. 

“Too bad. Because I’m still hungry.” She moves off him, grabbing the last bun from the package. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she takes a large bite. “Mm- so good.” Rowan’s gaze follows her lips. They glistened from the glaze, her tongue jutting out to lick the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. She dances happily in place, her head bopping side to side as she hums with delight. Warmth pools in his chest as he watches her. A sudden need to be near her washes through him. 

“I wanna try,” he whispers. Instead of taking the half-eaten honeybun, his fingers lightly pull her chin towards him. Closing his eyes, he kisses her softly. Amalia gasps, allowing him to slip his tongue between the small part of her lips, relishing the sweet, sugary taste from the dessert that lingered. “You’re right. It is good.” He rests his forehead on hers. 

“Mm, glad you liked it,” she sighs. After a moment, she adds, “I’m still eating the rest of it.”

Rowan snorts loudly. “What happened to splitting everything 50/50?”

“You got to eat the last Taki. So I get the last honeybun.”

“What did you want me to do? Break a singular Taki in half? That’s ridiculous! Plus, Takis are smaller than honeybuns,” he counters. 

“Them’s the breaks, Ro. We shook on it years ago.” 

“Past me should’ve haggled for a better deal,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know. I think things turned out all right for him,” she said, her gaze tender. 

His breath hitches. He looks back at her, his expression cautiously hopeful. “You really think so?” 

Amalia nods. “I know so.” There’s no stopping the smile that breaks out. She didn’t need to say it outright for him to know what she meant. Despite everything, he was still her Ro. And that was enough. The little details of his past may be hazy, but Rowan wasn’t upset about that. Not anymore. Because there was a whole life he had left to live. New memories to make. And he’d get to do it all with her.   

[nekomacheercaptain]

Thinking of deleting my ao3, so posting some of my fics here - wrote this 1 1/2 years ago damn my writing has changed haha. Anyways, here’s a threesome with Rengoku and Sanemi! <3

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojurou x fem! reader x Shinazugawa Sanemi

Rating: explicit content (18+), NSFW

Word count: 3,4K

Content: female reader, threesome (mfm), oral sex (male and female receiving), facesitting, degradation, praise kink, impact play, marking, anal sex, vaginal sex, double penetration

"Oh, you like that, you fucking slut? Hm? Like feeling fucked out by two guys?" was gasped into your ear, before you felt a breath on your neck, and a set of teeth slowly falling into your skin. The sensation made you clench your teeth, and furrow your brows together.

A hand cupped your chin, and a warm thumb stroked your cheek, "You're doing so good, beautiful". Your eyes forced themselves open through tears and found themselves staring into a set of dark and familiar, wild two-color eyes. The thrusting from behind picked up the pace, making you fall into the arms of the flame pillar.

"Don't get all sappy now, bitch, we're not done yet!" the wind pillar grit through his teeth while giving a hard slap on your ass, forcing a moan out of you.

Your eyes opened slowly feeling yourself being shaken out of your sleep. "Y/n! Are you okay?" Kyojurou's voice yelled into your ear was what made you sit up in the bed. You looked at the men who woke you up, and shot them a confused look.

"What?" you asked them before yawning. Shooting each other an unsure look, Sanemi put his hand on your forehead.

"Mmm feels normal, so you're not sick at least, but you sure are moist," he muttered, looking back at the flame pillar.

"You're not feeling weird? If anything is feeling off, please let us know," the flame pillar asked you, giving you a concerned look. Getting even more confused, you looked back at them in disbelief.

"What is going on?" you almost yelled out, being on the edge of freaking out. Kyojurou placed his hand on your upper arm and shushed calmly at you.

"Shh, it's okay," he started while locking eyes with you, "you just moved a lot in your sleep, and made some.... noises" he explained. Sanemi scoffed and sat down on your bed.

"It wasn't just noises, you sounded like you were on the verge of pain. You were also drenched in sweat, so we had to wake you up," he looked at you, giving you a stern look, “we never know if a demon has a special technique that affects us even after their death," he muttered, "Worst-case scenario, you could become a demon or somehow become dangerous in other ways. We couldn't take the risk," he suddenly looked away.

Kyojurou squeezed your arm, turning your attention back to him. "Do you want to tell us what the problem is? We have to know if it's something we should be worried about," he gave you a reassuring smile.

"Luckily, we're the only people close by," Sanemi added, making you remember that you found an abandoned house you could sleep in after your mission, all of you being exhausted. You suddenly got a flash from your dream, and quickly covered your mouth after letting out a shocked gasp. They both reacted at this, taking a step back. The looks they gave you made you feel inhuman; they looked at you like you could attack any second.

"I-I uhm, I'm okay..." you started, but didn't want to explain the dream to them. Your face fell into your hands in embarrassment. "I-it was just a dream I had.." you whispered.

"Speak louder," Sanemi demanded, making your stomach curl, another flash from the dream showing itself. At this, you turned to look at both of them, an apparent blush on your face.

"I had. A dream." you enunciated, before looking away ashamed.

Sanemi grew a smirk, catching on quickly. "Really? Wanna tell us more about this dream?" he teased you, a mocking tone in his voice.

"Why? It was just a dream," Kyojurou innocently asked, being confused as to why you were so ashamed. Sanemi let out a loud laugh, before clapping the flame pillar on the back.

"You know the sounds she made earlier?" Sanemi asked him, looking at you making yourself smaller in the hopes of turning invisible. Kyojurou only hummed in agreement, waiting for Sanemi to continue, still confused.

"She had a wet dream," he whispered before laughing, making you yelp out and throw yourself under the covers. The flame pillar had a neutral reaction, but chuckled in response.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, y/n! It's completely natural," he said, wanting to make you comfortable.

"Pffft I don't think she had a wet dream about someone random" the wind pillar scoffed, dragging the covers off of you, "there's a reason she's refusing to face us now," he smirked at you.

Kyojurou suddenly understood the situation, and looked at you wide eyed with a rapidly reddening face.

"You dreamt about us?" he gulped at you. Before you could defend yourself, Sanemi pulled at your feet and dragged you to him at the end of the bed, and pinned you down with your arms above your head. He smirked down at you with dark, lustful eyes.

"Come on, doll, answer him" he said lowly, looking in Kyojurou's direction who was frozen in place. You exhaled deeply, looking into the flame pillar's eyes.

"I-I did dream about you" you yelped out, feeling Sanemi licking up your neck, making you moan out. You managed to muster out "the both of you", and Kyojuoru managed to move from his spot on the floor, to behind you.

"Let's see if we can live up to that fantasy then," Kyojurou whispered into your ear, before kissing your forehead.

Your head rested against the flame pillar’s shoulder, as he toyed your nipples between his finger, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while your other partner licked roughly through your lips and up to your clit, making you rapidly buckle your hips and throw your head over Kyojurou’s shoulder. Sanemi spread your legs wider and pushed them towards your chest, growling at you as a hint for you to hold them yourself. Your fingers felt the heat of his touch as you went to place his hands with yours, and he smirked before sucking harshly on your clit, resulting in a scream ripping through your throat.

“Such a good girl, behaving so well for us,” Kyojurou said softly to you, placing a warm kiss on your head, “and may I add how amazing your breasts are?” he whispered to you while palming and squeezing them, making you let out a low laugh that turned into a moan as Sanemi put a finger into your slick cunt.

“Yeah? You think they’re amazing, you’re gonna lose your shit when you feel this,” Sanemi blurted out with a smirk plastered on his face, “Too bad you only have one pussy though,” he said calmly, pulling his finger out of you, making you sigh.

“Better find another solution,” he grit through his teeth as his finger touched your other hole, making you gasp out at the sensation.

He chuckled, pressing harder, “Is this what you dreamt about, huh? Is this what you want?” he smirked at you, and you could feel Kyojurou’s breath quickly growing more shaky, and the presence of his bulge growing more prominent against your back. Your face flushed red, and you looked away from Sanemi.

He clicked his tongue and started slowly circling his finger while pressing down. The foreign sensation forced you to writhe against Kyojurou, and he groaned at the friction against his cock.

“Use your words, slut,” he grabbed your chin with his other hand, forcing you to look at him. His ministrations on your lower half only increased, forcing tears down your cheeks.

“Yes, please, please, I-I want it!” you yelped out through moans, and Sanemi smirked at the scene in front of him.

“That’s it! I think you can be the perfect little whore for us,” he said as he placed his hands around your throat.

“Now, tell us if you want to stop, no matter when, alright?” Kyojurou told you, stroking your arm. You simply nodded, not sure if you were ready for what you had brought yourself into.

“You’re so wet for us, y/n! Amazing!” the flame pillar exclaimed between your legs beneath you, as you were in the middle of dragging down Sanemi’s underwear. Your cheeks heated up, and before you could protest, Sanemi pulled your hair.

“Get distracted by flame-hair one. More. Time. and you’ll regret it tomorrow,” he warned you and dropped your head. You quickly pulled down his underwear and were faced with his cock. You looked up with a nervous smile to see him grin down at you, before you collected saliva in your mouth, and let it drip onto his cock. Your eyes locked while you put his tip in your mouth and his head rolled back. Kyojurou lapped at your folds and kept circling your clit, making you moan around Sanemi, sending vibrations through his cock. Your breathing was hard to control since you both received and gave pleasure at the same time, something Sanemi noticed. He got a grip on your hair and bobbed your head along his length for you, careful not to be too rough just yet.

Saliva went down your chin, making its way down your neck and chest, the only sounds exchanged in the room being unholy gurgling and wet, slick sounds.

“Good fucking girl, yeah, sucking me off so well,” dark, lustful eyes looking into your tearful ones. Kyojurou currently fucked 2 fingers into you, curling them at just the right spot, making your thighs shake around his face, and almost putting all your weight on him.

Suddenly Sanemi pulled you off and placed himself behind you, allowing you to finally inhale deeply for some much needed air. Strong arms tucked themselves around your thighs, and pushed you lower onto Kyojurou’s face, letting him put his tongue in your cunt, forcing a gasp from you. Taking the opportunity, Sanemi shoved his fingers in your mouth, and you instinctively swirled your tongue around his digits. His other hand grabbed your throat, pushing your back against his chest.

“Now, it’s not fair to only have one option available, is it? And your poor throat can’t handle anymore, I can tell,” he chuckled into your neck, before nipping at your skin harshly, while Kyojurou kept tongue-fucking you, leaving you to shake above him. Sanemi’s fingers found your hole and carefully started opening you, your brows furrowing together and your eyes shut close at the intrusion, and you couldn’t do anything but moan and yelp, and dig your hands in the blond’s hair.

Sanemi pushed deeper into your hole and slowly curled his finger, in order to make your muscles relax. Kyojurou’s heavy breaths could be heard between your legs, and he felt the tension you had in your body. He stroked his thumbs on the insides of your thighs, reminding you that the pillars want you to be comfortable. He lapped at your juices and gave huge, flat licks from your clit and all the way down your lips, and back up again. Every time he reached your bundle of nerves, it made your legs spasm as desperate squeals escaped your throat. Having Kyojurou spoil you and send you to paradise added to the sensation of something up your rear, blessing places that have never been touched, sent you over the edge. Screaming out for them, and pulling Kyojurou’s hair, while Sanemi could feel your walls convulse around his finger, made the pillar’s cocks twitch and they could barely hold back any longer.

“I think she’s ready for us, Kyo,” Sanemi said behind you, and lifted you off the flame pillar’s face, which was drenched in your wetness. As Kyojurou sat himself up he placed his fingers on your lips, and you allowed them in, tasting yourself on them.

You did wonderful, sweetheart,” he told you while caressing your cheek with his other hand, and kissing your forehead.

“Is this still something you want to do, or do you want to stop?” he looked into your eyes, now pulling his fingers out of your mouth, allowing you to answer. Sanemi put his lips against your neck, goosebumps finding their way down your arms.

“Sure you’re ready to take us, hmm? You’ve never done this before, right?” he muttered against your neck, and Kyojurou filled the spot on the other side, nipping at your sensitive skin. The situation and sensations put you off, and giving an answer at the moment didn’t occur to you, until Sanemi bit down on your neck, and you cried out.

“Yes! Yes yes please, I need you both!”. Your encouragement set the pillars aflame, and they threw you on top of Kyojurou, with Sanemi directly behind you.

Kyojurou placed your hands around his neck while giving you an assuring smile.

“Alright, are you ready, sweetheart?” Kyojurou cupped your face in his hand, while his other hand lifted your hips and placed his cock at your entrance.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Kyojurou smiled at you before enveloping his lips with yours, and slowly sinking you down on his cock, as your hands found their way to his hair for some way of keeping your composure.

“You’re such a fucking softie, flame head,” Sanemi teased behind you. Kyojurou only deepened the kiss and bottomed out inside you, “but I guess it would be too much for her if there were two of me,” he continued, giving your right asscheek a hard slap, making you groan against the flame pillar.

A spit could be heard from behind you as something hard was probing your other hole, and your grasp on Kyojurou’s hair tightened. Noticing your nervousness, Kyojurou took hold of your face in his hands and pulled away from the kiss to look into your eyes. As he stroked your cheek, he gave you comforting words, and you fell into his hand while nodding and giving him a small smile. He gave you a small kiss again and gave Sanemi the signal he had been waiting for.

Sanemi pushed slowly into you, and you fell into Kyojurou’s arms, gasping at the unfamiliar feeling. Kyojurou kissed all the available skin in front of him, comforting you.

“I’m barely even inside you, and you’re already falling apart? Guess I just have to make you a good little fucktoy then, huh?” Sanemi grunted while sinking deeper into you. Shutting your eyes, your mouth found Kyojurou’s shoulder, and bit softly into it. The flame pillar groaned, but let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t be afraid, y/n, don’t hold back,” he whispered to you, and you bit harder as Sanemi pushed deeper inside of your canal.

The wind pillar found a slow and steady rhythm as Kyojurou started lifting your hips up and down on his cock, and you hissed at the friction it created against your inner walls. Drool escaped your mouth and fell on Kyojurou as you were being completely filled.

“Look at you, already fucked out,” Sanemi chuckled, “and we’ve barely even started,” he ended with a hard slap on your ass, making you squirm.

Lewd sounds from the wetness Kyojurou created and Sanemi exploited filled the room along with your desperate moans and breaths. Sweat from you dropped down on Kyojurou’s neck, while you laid nearly limp in his arms, almost passing out from all the waves of pleasure washing over you. The only words trembling past your lips were curses and the pillars names. Sanemi picked up the pace, making you push your back upwards while you let out a tired scream.

“Hell. fucking. No. - ngh - You’re gonna keep that back arched, like the good little slut you are,” Sanemi groaned out, pushing on your back aggressively, forming the arch again. You cried out with tears painting your cheeks, one of the only things keeping you grounded was the grip you had on the flame pillars' hair. He started thrusting deeper and slower into you, in contrast to Sanemi. Wild, two-colored eyes met yours, and he wiped away your tears.

“Look at you taking us so well,” Kyojurou breathed out, “you are allowed to cum, sweetheart, please let go for us,» he smiled at you, never failing to hit just the right spots inside you, making you see stars. His right hand touched down your neck, lightly scratching over your nipple and tummy, before finding its spot on your drenched cunt to graze over your sensitive nub. His thumb circled your clit, resulting in bolts of lightning shooting through your weak body, making you gasp and whimper between the two men.

Sanemi slapped your ass again, and the two men kept up their paces. After a few minutes of the flame pillar’s added ministrations, a knot rapidly built up in your tummy, and you were panting into Kyojurou’s neck, moaning out his name, making Sanemi jealous. He gripped your hair, forcing your head backward, still thrusting hard and fast into you. A firm grasp around your throat could be felt, and you became slightly lightheaded.

“There are two cocks inside you, bitch, you better appreciate it,” he warned into your ear, not letting go of the grip around your throat. Seeing your breath change, and becoming less rhythmic, the pillars could see you were close.

Kyojurou switched to two of his fingers, instead of just his thumb, and rubbed your clit more harshly, causing you to squirm under the wind pillar’s grasp. Your legs were shaking, your head was lightheaded and your stomach felt like it was going to explode. Your walls pulsed around the two men as your second orgasm of the night ripped through your body, both of their names being moaned in an all-but-wholesome way. Feeling you like this almost sent the pillars over the edge too. Sanemi’s thrusts and breathing became more erratic and clumsy, until he groaned loudly and thrust himself completely inside of you, keeping still as his seed pumped into you. Kyojurou followed soon after while kissing your forehead, cherishing the feel of your gummy walls milking his cock of every drop he had to offer.

Heavy breaths and the smell of sex filled the room, and Kyojurou brushed your hair away from your face. You gave him a tired and exhausted smile, before letting out a yelp when Sanemi slowly pulled out of you, followed shortly by Kyojurou. Suddenly feeling empty, you cradled yourself in the blond man’s arms and chest, hearing Sanemi fidgeting with something behind you. Both your own and the men’s cum slowly squeezed itself out of you, and you could feel it making its way down your thighs, adding to all the build-up of slick from your previous actions.

“You did amazing, y/n, such a good girl,” Kyojurou whispered softly to you, as he wrapped his muscular arms around you, hugging you closer to his body while you felt your heart flutter.

“Please let me know if there’s anything you want me to do, alright?” he added, and you only had the energy to give a small nod against his chest.

Sanemi came back with wet cloths, and washed up all the bodily fluids off of you, making sure to clean through your folds.

“Your body’s fucking beautiful, y/n,” Sanemi chuckled while praising you, for a change, “and although it doesn’t have to be said, I just want to clarify that I in fact do NOT view you as a slut or whore, those pet names are just for fun,” he sat down beside you and stroked down your back softly. Hearing him not angry felt weird to you, but you didn’t have the energy to tease him about it.

“Well, all those marks on your neck will be your problem to cover up in training,” he laughed out to break the tension, comfortable with the tension that had been created. And he made you realize how fucked you must’ve looked.

“I think it suits you! I wouldn’t mind painting your skin again some time,” Kyojurou added, admiring all the purple marks on your neck, while Sanemi proudly smiled at his handprints on your ass.

“Yeah, me neither, let us know when you’re ready to make new ones,” Sanemi stroked over the marks he created, and chuckled lowly to himself, before picking up the duvet.

“Alright, lay in the middle, y/n, Kyo’s had you for himself long enough, so let me get a share,” he commanded you, yet he gave you a small smirk.

Kyojurou gave you one last kiss before he laughed and placed you next to him and Sanemi. They both wrapped themselves around you once the duvet was on, and you fell asleep instantly, a satisfied smile resting on your lips.

Not my best work, but I love threesomes and this was the very first one I wrote, so… posting part 2 soon! Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it!

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[snailor-bee]

Your songfic idea sounds really fun! May I please ask for a songfic with Doffy, Kaido, or King with a female reader. I don't have any hard nos. A vampire/monster/alien AU would be cool if the muse runs with it

HELLO! Thank you for the request! Honestly I did shaky eyes at the Kaido plus AU cuz I love that but I have ONE favorite song for Doffy and all was lost in the face of finally being able to do it. I hope you enjoy this anyway!

GN!Reader / SFW / 877

Warnings: Some use of his strings, enough to bleed a little. GN but calls the reader "doll".

Song: "I've Got the World on a String" - Frank Sinatra

Giggling you tried to roll away from the fingers that sought you out. They skimmed down your sides before grabbing onto an ankle to stroke against the pad of your foot. 

"Doffy!" you managed to cry out past your laughter. "Stop itttt ha ha ha." Tears streamed down your face as you tried to kick your foot out of his grip. He didn't let go but at least he stopped tickling you. You gasped for breath as you lay collapsed on the large bed in his room. "So meannn," you whined. 

His grin grew wide before he released your foot, kneeled on the bed and crawled over you, his large frame blocking out the light from above. "Am I? I could get meaner if you want." The tone was joking but there was just enough touch of truth to it that heat pooled in your stomach. Doflamingo was dangerous, everyone knew that. He could be charming and loving when he wanted to be, but underneath was a bed of knives. You never knew when you'd lay on one. 

Honestly, you didn't mind. That darkness is what drew you to him, after all. Well, that and the fact that he was smoking hot, powerful, rich, and treated you like royalty. (When he was feeling generous). 

"Could you?" you teased right back not at all frightened. You looped your arms around his neck as he smirked down at you, missing his usual feathered coat, chest bare. "Say," you continued, trailing your fingers down his skin. "What's your favorite song?" 

The random question made his smirk fade for a moment before it came right back, wider than before. "Favorite song in general or favorite song about me?" 

You laughed. Doffy had strange pockets, he was vain but didn't always like talking about himself. Or if he did, it was always very specific aspects. This felt like a safe spot. "About you." 

Quickly, Doffy scrambled off the bed. "Well, I'm glad you asked doll. Get comfortable." You crawled to the edge and sat back, leaning on your hands as you watched him giggle to himself as he pulled out a record and put it in the record player. Dragging the needle over to the specific spot, the speaker snail made an awful static noise that had you wincing with pain; suddenly brass filled the room. Doflamingo snagged up his pink feathered coat and posed dramatically, making you laugh. He was quite the picture, naked chest only framed by his signature feathers, pants hanging low on his hips, toes digging into the plush rug. Then he started to sing and all other thoughts flew out the window.  

I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow Got the string around my finger

Immediately you started to giggle as he wiggled his fingers at you. 

What a world, what a life, I'm in love

You smiled at the proclamation but didn't take it seriously. 'In love' could mean a lot of things and this was a song about Doffy, not you. 

I've got a song that I sing I can make the rain go, anytime I move my finger

The familiar tug of strings at your arms pulled you forward suddenly. A puppet on strings and you didn't bother to fight against them as they corralled you towards him. When they stopped, you were pressed in tight against his body, peering up at him. 

Lucky me, can't you see, I'm in love

The strings loosened enough for you to move and you wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling his chest expand and retract as he sang. 

Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string I'd be a silly so and so, if I should ever let it go

Pain around your neck and you didn't flinch as you felt his strings wrap around, digging in slightly. Blood dripped down but you simply smiled. 

I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow Got the string around my finger What a world, what a life, I'm in love

The thing was, you'd do anything for Doffy and he knew it. Whatever he decided to do with you, love you, kill you, throw you away like you were nothing, you'd accept any treatment because in your heart of hearts you knew you loved him. Despite how stupid that was, despite common sense that screamed at you not too. 

Swaying gently around the room, you let his voice wash over you, comforting in its glee and happiness. His strings never left your neck, likely dyed a crimson red by now. 

He smiled a serpent smile, ready to strike. 

Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string I'd be a silly so and so, if I should ever let it go

And what did Doflamingo value more than absolute loyalty from his followers? 

I've got the world on a string, sittin' on a rainbow Got the string around my finger

Nothing. The answer was nothing. So you'd be devoted, let it consume you until you would be left with nothing if he ever left you. 

Just the way he wanted. 

What a world Man, this is the life Hey now, I'm so in love...

[frogtanii]

a soft jazz melody buzzed over your group’s heads as you entered craft los angeles, the pretty hanging lights casting a warm glow over your deep red suit.

the restaurant was lovely, as expected, and also very very full. scanning the dining room, you were surprised yachi had even managed to get a table at all but apparently management pulled some strings to make this all possible.

a little drop of anger pooled in your gut at the thought. the higher ups had the funds to allow the house to go to an impromptu fancy (and extremely expensive!!!) dinner but they wouldn’t give you the time of day when you were sending them letters and emails, appealing for equal pay.

“hey,” kuroo’s soft, baritone voice sounded from beside you, nearly scaring you out of your skin. “are you alright?” your first thought was to just say you were fine but dr yamada’s words rang throughout your skull, unprompted.

take a moment, assess how you feel, and only then do you share. if you don’t want to, then don’t but don’t lie either. it doesn’t do you or anyone else any good. i hope you’re actually listening brat, this is important.

you mentally rolled your eyes at the old memory. you were so combative back in highschool, never really understanding the purpose or benefits of therapy so you used to battle yamada at every turn. as time went on, his badgering and sarcastic nature pierced through your walls and the rest was pretty much history.

“yn?” a quick glance back at kuroo revealed the open concern written all over his face at your silence, his hand hovering over your shoulder as though he’d been reaching out for you but stopped himself. once he caught you looking, he quickly dropped his arm and shoved it into the pocket of his slacks while averting his eyes in embarrassment.

“sorry, i was just thinking about something negative. i’ll be okay though!” you responded with a small smile, internally cheering when the hostess came by to seat everyone before you could hear his response.

the beautiful hostess brought the group to a large table near the back, handing out the menus before telling you who your waiter was going to be and disappearing. you chose a chair near the end, swiftly flanked by atsumu and kuroo. sakusa, bokuto and oikawa took the seats across from you and everyone else filled in accordingly.

a pang of sadness shot through your heart as you watched kenma sit the furthest away from you next to yachi and osamu. you’d promised yourself that you would give him time but... how long would it take? what if he never came around? did he even want to be friends with you anymore?

your depressing thoughts were broken by the waiter entering and taking everyone’s orders. you couldn’t help but wince at all the prices on the menu ($60 steak!!!), but you took a bit of comfort in the fact it was all coming out of upper management’s wallet.

it took a moment for everyone’s courses to come out, but once they did, everyone dug in. the table would be mostly silent if it weren’t for the occasional quips from sugawara and oikawa but otherwise, a feeling of awkwardness blanketed over the group.

the blame for the uncomfortable atmosphere could very easily be attributed to meiko’s presence. she sat by yachi, clad in a lime green bodycon dress and black strappy heels, her outfit in stark contrast to everyone else’s more classy options.

when the waiter had come around earlier, she refused to order any real food, instead opting for bottomless champagne, her request causing sugawara to tense up at the opposite end of the table. before you could say anything to him, sakusa leaned over to whisper something that had him relaxing back into his seat.

you couldn’t have kept yourself from smiling if you tried.

anyway, time seemed to fly, and even under the oppressive discomfort of the room, you still managed to share a few laughs with your seat mates over the incredible food.

somewhere in between polishing off your main course and waiting for dessert, your bladder came calling your name. “hey,” you called to atsumu, his attention immediately snapping up to you in concern. “gotta go to the bathroom.” he gave you a nod and a sweet smile as you stood and maneuvered yourself to the small hallway leading to the women’s restroom.

the bathroom was silent when you entered as you quickly scurried into one of the suspiciously clean stalls to relieve yourself. a squeak signaled the door opening but whoever arrived remained at the mirror, not bothering to venture any further. you continued on your business before leaving the stall only to come face to face with...

meiko.

“oh, i was wondering when you were going to come out,” she grinned, false saccharine sweetness dripping from her words. she stood leaning against the sink counter, preventing you from washing your hands.

you barely kept yourself from rolling your eyes, moving forward to get to the sink. “wow, it’s so lovely to see you too! now, do you mind?” your patronizing tone apparently didn’t sit right with meiko because in an instant, she was on you, one of her hands wrapped around your throat.

frozen. you were frozen in place, muscles locked and unable to fight back like you knew you were capable of. somehow, this time, your fear and anxiety gripped you, keeping you still as her acrylic nails dug in and pierced your skin.

“stay away from what’s mine or this will be so, so much worse,” meiko sneered into your ear, giggling maniacally at your short, choked breaths. with you so out of commission, she dared to tighten her grip, your eyes rolling back into your head as your hands shot out to weakly fight against her hold. she studied your trembling expression for just a moment longer before letting go, allowing you to slide down to the floor as you scrambled for air.

your vision was swimming but you managed to catch meiko giving you a cheeky little wave as she exited the bathroom, the door making a loud bang as she left.

black crept up on the edges of your vision, the sheer amount of energy it took to keep yourself conscious quickly dwindling. thoughts drifted aimlessly through your head as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

did the boys even notice you were gone? did they even care? what if no one came to find you and you were left to die on the floor of this beautiful restaurant? what coffin would they pick out for your funeral? what music would they play? how many people would be in attendance? would anyone even come at alll?

at that, the darkness finally won over, dragging you down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

℗ poker face

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Cry - Tom Riddle

[WARNING: Dark themes? Angst. Swearing. Hair pulling, kind of dacryphilia]

Summary: Tom and reader are together because he is so very charming until he finally shows a part of his true self one night after a stressful day.

I AM GOING TO EDIT THIS STORY AND MAKE A BETTER VERSION.

Tom was good at a lot of things, effortlessly so or at least that's what people believed. He was top of every class, poised and perfect. He didn't play sports but when the time came to prove himself, not that he ever really had to would...he knew how to play the part of a perfect example.

But something he was also good at, something nobody knew was that he was good at being cruel. Cruel with you.

He had seen you around, a pretty girl with a nice smile, you didn't try or maybe you were like him, but it didn't matter. You didn't try with school, but you weren't bad at it, you were smart. But most of all...you were pure, he knew that. Though in comparison to him, most people would be.

In many ways you were, mentally no, but you were never touched by anyone, you didn't care much for it...until him.

Your focus wasn't dark arts until he opened your eyes to the beauty of it...a lie of course.

It didn't take him long to make you his, you fell easily for his charm, the one he had always had but never really used. You were a hopeless romantic. He blinded you from all the bad things he was, his true self. He'd spoil you with small gifts that weren't expensive but memorable. All the things he knew you liked. He did what you wanted, danced, walked, held hands even if he secretly hated how warm you were against his icy skin, maybe you weren't that warm, but he thought you were and that thought alone only made him angrier. He did it all to make you think you had some control, truthfully though you had none. Not with him. You realized it and he did too. That's what made him unknowingly dangerous

The way you smiled up at him made him angry too. Your eyes sparkled and your smile was genuine, he knew that, he felt it and so his hate for you grew. His dear girlfriend.

One day when one of his secret meetings had gone bad you were up in his room waiting for him. He didn't really like when you lingered too late, it was against the rules, but you did so anyways. He found you on his bed with a book in your hand, your eyes glued to the words, immersed in the world in front of you. When he shut the door roughly you finally looked up at him worried. "Are you alright?"

Not that he cared, but you looked pretty like that. With a nightgown and a scared expression. "Get out y/n. Now. I don't have time for this." He finally said. His voice was filled with anger, even if he wasn't yelling it was obvious.

"What's wrong?" You sat up on the bed.

He rolled his eyes. "Are you fucking deaf?" He snapped.

You were taken aback; he'd never been so rude. "No, I just-"

"You just what? Don't pretend like you're worried darling, we both know the only reason you're here is to act like a fucking slut. Isn't that right?" He took a step towards you and you pushed yourself further against the headboard. You didn't like the look on his face but you didn't want to think much about what he said. It would make you angry and you didn't want to fight.

"No...I really do care." You whispered.

"So I'm a liar? I'm just making it all up because I'm the crazy one?"

"I never said that." Your tone was annoyed, and it only pushed him further.

"If you don't leave, I will drag you out of here myself. I have no use for you tonight, you aren't worth anything to me unless I'm using your cunt and I don't really want it right now so...go." He said, now stepping closer directly in front of you.

You felt your heart stop beating and drop to your stomach at that and then the tears began to pool in your eyes, but they stayed hanging on like they were too scared to fall, you didn't want him to be worth them. He looked at you intently, at how you had your arms wrapped around yourself and how your face was a mix of anger and pain, but the pain overtook you, he knew that. A dark laugh came from him, he looked to be enjoying the way you stayed in shock at his words. "You're going to cry? Because of that? Because of me?" He gave you a mocking pout, bending down so his face was at level with yours. You wanted to deny it, but one got the best of you and slid down your cheek. He watched it fall all the way down and you stayed in silence. His face was so close to you, a boy so beautiful, so mesmerizing to look at, one who was sweet to you and smiled and laughed and helped you all the time and here he was breaking you, little by little. He cradled your face in his hands, swiping away the wetness on your cheek. "How fucking pathetic. I don't even have to try that hard. You're already a mess. Nobody's ever told you the truth before baby?" The usual nickname would have sounded beautiful coming from him but under these conditions you were only embarrassed by how quickly he could humiliate you and you wouldn't do a thing. He let a hand slither into your hair.

You finally snapped back into yourself when you felt the stinging pain that came from your scalp. You tried to push him away but he had the upper hand. "Let go Tom." You tried to say with as much power in your voice as you could but it gave up on you.

He smirked at you, but he was angrier, hearing your voice for the first time since he'd started arguing a while back. "You're fine, you wanted to be here. Wanted to care. Ask me if I'm okay now." He said gripping your hair harder and your eyes stung with more tears.

"Stop. Stop. Please." Your voice was weak and it broke. Now you were scared because he didn't move only examined your face.

After what felt like forever, he let you go, and you let out a sob. You weren't one to fear a man or stay after that but now you felt failed in many ways. Then you felt his arms wrap around you for the first time, it was usually the other way around. Your arms would wrap around him, and he was reluctant to hold you back but this, it was a complicated feeling. Because he smelled so good, and he felt so nice but you were scared and he wasn't like home anymore so you didn't hug him back.

It was in that moment that Tom realized that even though he was angry a lot, like when you held his hand or smiled or for a lot of reasons really, not all involving you...he quite liked it when you cried.

Your eyes shinier than usual, you were quiet, and you barely wanted to touch him, but you allowed it because you didn't want to say no to him. Yes, he liked this. Having you here, falling apart in his arms all because of him. It was a pretty sight.

"You look so pretty like this." he whispered.

You instantly stilled your crying, now you knew...it would always be this way, with you crying in his arms and you wouldn't do a thing. Because if you were being honest, there was a lot of things you could do but leaving Tom Riddle wasn't one of them.

Because this was only the first time, he'd made you cry.

[hansensgirl]

put me in a movie.

summary. | He knows you can’t make it on your own, so he’ll put you in his movie.

warnings. | Dubcon (reader doesn’t know what he’s doing but consents to it), smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal), virginity loss, choking, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, corruption kink, innocence kink, cream pie kink, penetration, teasing, praise, filming, voyeurism, porn (the industry), fluff, yearning, Daddy kink, humiliation, overstimulation, dumbification kink, and more. SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 6.5k.

pairing. | Grey!Pornstar!Helmut Zemo x Innocent!Reader.

a/n. | please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know. inspired by wet, written by the talented @thewritingdoll! do not translate or repost my fics at all.

You don’t like the heat, but you love the summer. The way the days are seldom cold and cloudy, with that occasional breeze that your skin gracefully soaks up in the same way your beach towel soaks up the water on your bathing suit. Popsicles of different flavours dripping down your skin and onto the hot sidewalk. The sticky residue makes you cringe, and you’d use the damp side of your towel to wipe it away. It would work for a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two, before the feeling returns.

You hate the heat, but you love to see him. Those swim trunks of his sticking to his wet skin. They’re a blue colour that seems easy to describe at first glance, but you’ll soon realize just how many shades of navy blue there are, and suddenly you don't even know what colour they are. Maybe it’s the colour of the jeans the cameramen wear, or perhaps it’s the colour of the night sky at around six in the evening during the summertime.

They lug heavy equipment, and you just wonder if they’re filming a movie. If your friends and family members got word, they’d probably lose their minds before begging you to get them a part. Vying for fame runs through the family tree branches, and even you would want a small part in it as well. You give them empty promises, forgetting their words after a few minutes until the following text message or phone call.

You don’t spend much time at the beach anymore. Heck, you haven’t been there since June. Your friends have left with their boyfriends and girlfriends on a trip to Bali, and all you have are your family members to keep you company. Your white fence, magazine and lawn chair are all you know of now. You spend your days outdoors, knowing each one will be filled with the same things. The sunlight, bees buzzing, and seagulls having unwarranted ferociousness.

Your parents spend their days at work, and you stay home to hold your small fort down. You don’t water the grass or touch the garden because your father does it better than anyone. You don’t touch the paint meant for the walls or the furniture boxes that are strewn across the floors because your mother knows where to put them and how to paint. You just relax, and you don’t mind it at all.

That was until you saw him.

Curiosity is your closest friend other than the blue raspberry flavoured popsicles that take up more space in your freezer than anything else. So when the empty house next door suddenly filled up with around half a dozen people, you just couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. So you peer over the fence, standing on the small two-step ladder that your dad stole from his previous job. Women and a few men are laughing, dressed down in both swimsuits and t-shirts. Their bodies are lovely, the pinnacle of beauty that you sometimes envy. Other times, you’d feel as though you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and that’s not far from the truth. They’ve got different brands of alcohol in their hands, White Claw cans littered on the ground, and you cringe at the mess.

They must be mentally younger than you’ll ever be again because no person older than you can act like this. Heavy, black cameras are resting nearby briefcases, and you hope to god that nothing illegal is going on. The last thing you need is the police questioning you at 1 in the morning. Some of the men ogle at the younger ladies, and they bask in the attention. You watch as their eyes rake up and down their shiny, sweaty bodies.

“Oh, please, the least you all can do is wait for me before you start the party,” a man snickers, stepping out of the house. You look over to him, and your breath is taken away. Water drips down his face, cascading down to his neck and onto his slightly hairy chest—a navy bluish-purple robe and those blue swim shorts that peek through underneath the cloth. The colour of the fabric goes oh so well with the blue of his eyes. They all laugh until they’re sighing and already cracking open another bottle of beer.

You admire him from afar, and you can’t help but be mesmerized by the way he moves: such grace, such elusiveness. The glass in his hand isn’t cheap beer or tequila; it’s whiskey that looks rich as fuck, and he swigs it back like it’s water. You remember the first time your father and mother brought whiskey home from the local liquor store. Your father didn’t enjoy it, and neither did your mother. It sat in a random cupboard until a year ago when your mother decided to throw it out.

He lets out an exhale as the amber liquid flows down his throat, and you watch in awe as he handles the burn like a champion. God, you can’t even handle beer if you try hard enough. He gently places the glass onto the table, far away from the men’s feet, as he knows that they can be quite clumsy. There must be a proper name for all feelings; you believe. Like that feeling when it dawns on you that you’ll never experience something like this ever again.

Or maybe the feeling that Helmut has right now. Not the excitement of finishing this film, and not the tiredness that is a result of working too hard. No, the feeling that he knows you’re watching him from over the fence. He sans his hand towards you, and you quickly duck down, letting out a whimper. You nearly fall from the small ladder, but it wouldn’t be so graceful if it did happen. “What’s wrong, Baron?” one of his co-stars teasingly asks.

“Nothing... Must’ve been the whiskey…”

You don’t hate the summer; you just don’t like the boredom. Even relaxation is something you can tire of, believe it or not. You’ve got nothing to do. Your friends are still out of town, and your parents are at work. You’ve cleaned the house not once, not twice, but three times. Your closet is as clean as it’ll ever be, and the pantry is now organized by most used to least used. The plants have been properly watered, even though it wasn’t necessary since the forecast said there’d be light rain.

You love the rain, especially during the summertime. The sky makes the surrounding world have an almost orange tone to it. The after smell––an earthy, oceanic scent that is so unique––is something you’ll forever look forward to. You’re excited for the day it’ll rain, but even meteorologists tend to be wrong, and Mother Nature has a thing for keeping her children on their toes. It’s one of the many reasons why you love her. So with your little red dress on, you spin around in the backyard.

You’re sensible. You know what creepy crawlers lie underneath the dirt, between the fluffy grass. So instead of being barefoot (just like in those Sofia Loren movies) and playing around, you grab that little latter once again. You’ve scrubbed the grooves and cleaned them of their plant stains––sloppily, of course. Your oversized slippers belong to your dad, and they struggle to stay on your feet, but it doesn’t matter.

You’re not going to be moving around much, anyway. You move the latter closer to where you last saw the group of men and women. You truly hope you don’t get caught and get into any trouble; the last thing you want is your parents scolding you and embarrassing you. You step up on the ladder carefully, grasping onto the wooden fence for support. The surface is hot to the touch, and you really want to let go, but you really shouldn’t. You whisper affirmations along the lines of ‘I won’t fall…’ over and over again, under your breath.

And you hope to God they work.

Admittedly, you also hope he’s wearing those blue swim shorts of his again. The look (and he) resides in your heart, amongst other tubes and canals that have learned to make room for friends, family and passions. But he’s not a friend, he’s not family, and he’s most certainly not a passion. ...He’s something else, that’s for sure. An enigma, really. He reminds you of that feeling––the one that has a name, temptation. Someone tells you not to do something you weren’t going to do in the first place, and now you want to do it.

Except the case is different. You shouldn’t be perving on strangers like this––sneaking up on them, spying on them––all because you just can’t help it. Your mind tells you to stop, but it’s just giving you all the more reason to continue doing it. So, until you nearly get caught one more time, you’ll continue to watch him. Desperate to figure out who he is and what he’s doing.

The cameras are no longer on the ground; a smart decision, given that there’s a pool that takes up more space than anything. The blue water of pools has always fooled you. You grew up believing that it was the true colour of water, not even knowing that it was, in fact, the tiles and not the water. There’s no mess there either, clean and tidy. Maybe professionally done, because the concrete has but not one dark spot or crease where grass grows out of it.

Laid perfectly, you know your mother and father would admire it for a few minutes. You squint your eyes and gaze at the glass sliding door. Inside is him. You let out one of those dreamy, love-filled sighs that only main characters do in romance movies. You watch him as he pours himself a cup of coffee, two spoonfuls of sugar, and a dash of what seems to be almond milk.

You wonder if he likes iced coffees, as they can be so nice during the summertime. He wears those lovely blue swim shorts once again, hair slightly damp (with a pretty curliness to a few strands) and a navy bathrobe. It’s that same outfit as the other time you saw him, and you realize that they’re probably filming a movie. He moves around the counter, putting away certain little ingredients and whatnot.

The most mundane actions ever, ones that even you did just this morning. But god, he just makes it all seem so unique. He cards his fingers through his brown, almost dirty blond hair. There are clumps of strands that stick together, wetness that’ll dry probably as soon as he steps outside. He faces the window, staring out towards the fence that has been freshly painted, and sighs.

His head lulls back, and his neck is exposed. He’s probably both an actor and a model, you think to yourself. His chest hair has grown a bit more, and you can’t find yourself complaining. Tingles run through your body and even down to your pussy. You rub your thighs together, trying to make the feeling go away, while still being careful about holding onto the fence. You hope that he doesn’t know you’re watching him because you’ll never be able to live that down.

And it’s just so unfortunate that Helmut is such a clever man. Heightened senses from when he used to camp a lot when he was younger; he just knows practically everything. He knows you’re watching him, squinting your eyes until they’re nearly shut close. The skin around them wrinkles in the most adorable way, just like the way your nose scrunches up out of instinct. God, he could kiss every crevice of your body, even if you don’t know who he is.

“Hey, Helmut, we have a few re-shoots to do. Do you want to start now?” one of the cameramen asks him, holding a microphone in his hand. “No… I’m tired; we’ll do it all tomorrow,” Helmut says, waving his hand. He’s no longer looking outside and instead at the man who he’s addressing. He nods and walks off before Helmut follows him. Common courtesy is to always escort your guests out, and Helmut was raised with manners. With a hand on the man’s lower back, and a smile on his face, Helmut gently pushes him out the door and locks it.

You watch him as he disappears, seemingly leading someone out of his home, and you think all is fine. That is until that little voice in your mind decides to be obnoxious. The slight possibility that you’ve been caught and he’s mad haunts you, and your breath hitches. Your eyeballs are wide open, as big as the eyes of an owl, and your hands shake a bit out of fear. They dampen up a bit, not enough to the point where you’d be disgusted, but they’re clammy nonetheless.

You make a move to jump off the latter, not caring about the possible risk of falling and scraping your pretty legs. Your hands begin to let go of the fence, but they’re stopped by someone grabbing you by your wrists. You let out a squeal of shock as they hold you tightly from over the barrier, and you’re screwed. “I’m sorry!” you quickly yell, squinting your eyes out of fear. You’re not sure what to expect, whether he would yell at you or threaten to call the cops.

“No, it’s okay. Calm down, I’m not mad. Come back,” Helmut tells you, and you calm down. Yet you’re still nervous, scared that he’s a liar and that you’ll be in deep shit with the law. You step back onto the latter and are wary of looking over the wood. His eyes meet yours, and you swallow thickly. “I’m not mad, okay? I think it’s kind of cute. You’re like a curious little bunny,” he smiles, and you giggle.

“Never been called that before, usually just a curious cat,” you share with him, and he laughs. “Well, that’s not wrong,” he adds. A brief silence intrudes, and you just stare at one another. Helmut’s eyes jump from feature to feature on your face, relishing in that unique gorgeousness of yours. Someone like you will never be found amongst models because you’re an absolute angel. You’re like a pretty rose amongst other flowers; all are beautiful in their own ways, but you always manage to stand out.

You wonder if Helmut is the wolf to your bunny. That dark look in his eyes that compliments his features and overall attitude. He carries himself in such a way that old Hollywood actors wish they were so graceful. He’s the polar opposite of you––seemingly. But from the few words you’ve exchanged with each other, he just might be a bunny friend to yours. “I- I saw that there were cameras and I heard people talking… Are you filming a movie?” you ask him.

“...Yes, we are, bunny. I apologize for being so loud. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions with a smile on his face. You nod your head and bite on your bottom lip, watching as his eyes brighten up a bit. “What’s it about? Can I know? Are you the main protagonist? Or the antagonist? What genre is it?” you interrogate, flooding him with questions. “Shh, one at a time, bunny. It’s very, very special and secretive. I can’t tell you much. But I’m the main protagonist, and it’s a bit of a naughty movie, so I don’t think a little girl like you should know much,” he whispers to you.

You nod your head as you listen to him, so intrigued about the work of art being filmed next door. “I’ve always wanted to be in a movie! Especially in one of those old Hollywood ones, they’re so good,” you admit to him shyly, with a coy smirk on your face. “Really? I think you’d be an amazing actress. You’d be even more popular than Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe,” Helmut praises, and you giggle once again.

“T- Thank you so much! ...Can I be in your movie?” you politely request him, but he shakes his head. You frown, your bottom lip jutted out. “You wouldn’t want to be in this movie, bunny. Remember what I said? It’s a naughty movie, and you’re just a little girl,” he reminds you, but you’re still pouting. “Is it a violent movie? One with curse words and lots of scary stuff?” you innocently ask, not sure as to what he means.

Helmut laughs quite loudly. “No,” he stifles a chuckle, “but one day I’ll shoot a movie with you, and I’ll show you how it’s all done.” He promises, and you can just tell he’s honest. You’re elated, hoping that the day he’s talking about will come soon. “What is your name, bunny?” Helmut asks, and you tell him. He nods before repeating it, giving you a smile. He brings both of your hands close to his face. You go on the tip of your toes to properly watch him once more. He presses his lips to the back of your hands, kisses them one by one.

“Go get some rest, bunny, and come by my place tomorrow,” he tells you before letting go of your wrists. He walks off before you do anything else. Sliding the glass door behind him, he disappears somewhere, and you’re left all by yourself. You’re still standing there, sighing dreamily as you replay the moments that will surely turn into a broken record. You hope that he’ll wear those blue swim shorts again, even though he’s already worn them twice.

There’s a skip in your step—nothing new and nothing unusual. Your shoes scratch against the concrete of the sidewalk that connects to Helmut’s front door. The sun only rose an hour and a half ago. The sky is a bright blue, filled with a few clouds that compliment the colour. The sun beats down onto your skin, and you haven’t forgotten to put on sunscreen once you finish twirling around in your little sundress.

You’ve got a miniature backpack that is slung over both of your shoulders. It’s orange, a bright one, in fact. It reminds you of the tangerines you love to peel, and those creamsicle treats that can be quite rare to find at this time of the year. You climb up the two steps that lead to his grey door, and you rap the wood a few times. There’s a doorbell too, one of those high-tech ones that record everything in its view.

Nothing but silence echoes back. No cars driving by, no birds chirping, no insects buzzing. Nothing. You wonder if he’s woken up yet, or if he’s even home. But as the door suddenly swings open––without a squeak, mind you––you’re met with the smiling face that belongs to Helmut. “Good morning, early-bird, is everything alright?” he questions, not one ounce of sleep tainting his look.

“Good morning! Everything is alright… D- Do you remember what you told me yesterday? About coming by?” you ask him, almost thinking to yourself that you’re just insane and that conversation never really happened. “Oh, right! Sorry, I've been a bit forgetful lately. But come in, have you eaten already?” Helmut asks as he moves to the side for you to enter.

Hesitatingly, you step inside his home. You kick off your shoes and look around. It seems sleek and modern at first, quite… different from the familiar feel of your house. Now, there are no wild polygons or geometric shapes that make you feel like you’ve been placed on a spaceship. No, it’s something that even your mind can’t come up with. The walls are a cream colour, engraved with different patterns that make it resemble marble. The chairs and couches have clear plastic legs on them, adding to that newfound era feel.

The floors are a light brown colour; wood in the shape of long, skinny parallelograms fitting against each other perfectly. The lights hang down a bit, high ceilings that you can’t even fathom reaching. You spin around and look up at them as they shine down brightly on you. They stem down from a pretty grey bronze appliqué that is attached to the ceiling. It’s practically art, just like the portraits of half-naked ladies that hang on his walls. There’s a specific piece that is above the fireplace.

It’s a mirror, and your reflection is in it. So is Helmut’s. You’re in front of him, looking at him through the mirror. He’s behind you, staring at your reflection. You both stay like that for a bit before you look away and admire the windows. He has such a lovely view; you can’t help but envy him for it. “Now, bunny, I have to be honest with you. We wrapped the movie up last night, and it was very late. I didn’t call you over because of that, and I’m really sorry about that. Do you forgive me?” Helmut questions.

You nod your head eagerly, just sensing that he’ll lead on with some sort of good news. Your parents have done that far too many times for you not to know better. “But, if you want, I’ll put you in a movie. It’ll be just between you and me because it won’t be too professional, okay?” Helmut grabs your hands and looks you in the eyes, waiting for your answer. “Oh, yes, please! That sounds amazing. Thank you so much!” you cheer, wrapping your arms around him.

You hug him tightly, and he eventually hugs you back. “Now, I want to finish it as soon as possible. So set your bag right on this couch, and go sit on that one,” Helmut instructs, pointing at the biggest couch in the living room. You nod and do exactly as he tells you. He walks away, possibly to set something up or to get ready, but either way, you still sit on his couch, filled with pure excitement. You cross one leg over the other, your pretty white dress covering the upper half of your thighs.

Lace that is on top of the cotton, both the same colour, and you realize how much you love this dress. Helmut saunters back into the living room, holding a giant tripod in one hand and a small camera in the other. You gasp at the sight, and he chuckles. Setting them up from the other side of the small coffee table, you watch him in awe. “This is going to be… a big girl movie, okay? Just like the one I was in. But I don't think it will be visible to the public eye, might just be between you and I,” Helmut tells you.

You nod in understanding. “Are you fine with that, little bunny?” he asks you just for reassurance. “Mhm, you can do anything you want; I don’t mind!” you reassure him, with a giant smile on your face. He swallows thickly as blood rushes downwards to his cock from your words. You still grin gleefully, such innocence on your features that he almost feels bad for having feelings for you.

He presses the little power button on the camera and waits for a green light to come on. With a smirk, Helmut walks around the table and stands in front of you. You look up at him, waiting for him to do something. He bends down and grabs both sides of your face––gently, of course––and he makes you stand up. He tilts his head and leans forward, slotting his lips against yours.

Now, you’ve kissed someone before. His name started with something along the lines of ‘J’ or ‘L,’ but that doesn’t matter. But that kiss was nothing like Helmut’s kiss. His kiss is soft and passionate, something you struggle to match. His lips stay locked with yours before moving to push his tongue into your mouth. You’re not sure what to do, so you just give up and let him kiss you until you both run out of breath. His tongue runs against the wet skin of your mouth, and you gasp at the feeling.

He eventually pulls away, and he looks at you with his eyes blown out. Helmut sighs and smiles at you. “You gotta trust me, okay?” he tells you once more, and you nod. “Ok…” you trail off, not knowing what to follow up with. “You gotta call me by a nickname, bunny… Hmm, how about Daddy?” he exclaims, his accent becoming more prominent. You love it and how unique it is. “Okay! I like that one a lot, my friend calls her boyfriend that sometimes,” you share with him, and he laughs.

He sits you down on the couch again, and his hand inches up your dress, making you giddy. He smiles at you, and you can see from the corner of your eye how the camera is filming you both. Helmut just knows you’re wet already, but you probably don’t know it. And he’s not wrong. You feel slightly tingly, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. Your panties slide down your legs, a wet patch on them, and Helmut throws them to the side. He lifts your dress over your head and tosses the fabric away, too.

He takes a step back and admires you. You still have your ankle socks on, but God, you’re so gorgeous he thinks he’s in heaven. “You’re so pretty, bunny. The prettiest bunny I’ve ever seen,” he compliments. You grow shy and smile before whispering a thank you. You smile at the camera, and he begins to undress. The first thing that goes is the robe, and his chest is now exposed.

Helmut hasn’t shaved his chest hair, and you’re glad. It looks nice on him––but to be fair––anything does. All he has on is those swim shorts. God, you love those shorts so much. They’re no longer wet, and yet they still cling to his thighs. He slowly pulls them down––and you feel as though you should look away and give him privacy––but you just can’t. His cock is hard, and it shows through the fabric, but you’re too busy staring at his hands to notice it.

His Adonis belt is slowly exposed, along with his pelvic bone, as he pulls down his boxers as well. There’s a small bush of hair right above his cock, and you find yourself wanting to tangle your fingers between the strands. Helmut’s cock bounces up––hard, red, and leaking––and the tip slaps right below his belly button. You let out a gasp, and he chuckles. His swim shorts lie on the floor, and you’re suddenly being urged to lay back.

Helmut climbs on top of you, caging you beneath his well-built body. Soft abs that are just perfect enough for you, and big hands that hold you so lovingly. He wants to feel his rough palms against your delicate skin, falling into every groove and curve there is. Like an artist admiring their artwork, he runs his hands along your body. From your thighs to your hips, over your stomach, between your breasts, all the way up to your neck. His hard cock is between your legs, nearly touching your sensitive little pussy.

You swallow nervously at the feeling. Helmut’s left hand wraps around your throat, and his right hand moves downwards to your legs. Gripping your calf, he places your right leg on the head of the couch and moves to position your left leg so that it hangs off the edge of the seat. You’re spread wide open for Helmut, not able to hide your naked body or close your legs. Your hands rest above your head, almost as though you’re pathetically shielding your hair from the rain.

Helmut’s hand still rests on your neck, but he doesn’t squeeze your throat or anything like that. You’re not sure if he’s playing the antagonist or not, but you decide to just go along with what he does. “You’re okay, right, bunny? You’re fine, I’m gonna treat you so good,” he promises, and you give him your best superstar smile. You have to admit that you’re nervous, but you trust him completely. Helmut would never do anything wrong to you.

“Has anyone ever touched you down here, bunny? Have you ever touched down here?” he questions you, walking his fingers up to your soaking wet pussy. “Hmm, uh, I touched it once, but I didn’t know what was happening, so I stopped,” you shyly explain to him, and he nods. “That’s okay, bunny. Can I touch you here? I won’t hurt you too badly, I promise,” Helmut assures you, and you nod. His index finger sticks out, and he watches as slick drips from your hole and coats the silky skin around it.

The digit becomes a bit shiny and quite sticky, and he traces your slit lightly. You shiver lightly from his touch, and sensitivity blooms in your core. “Uhm… Daddy?” you call out to him, a bit worried. “What’s wrong, bunny?” he asks, bringing his finger up to your clit. It throbs with want, just like the veins on his cock. “It feels very sensitive, almost too sensitive…” you admit to him, even though he continues to touch your clit.

“That’s okay, bunny, that’s how it’s supposed to feel. But if you want to stop, just tell me,” Helmut urges you. “Okay, Daddy.” He rubs your little nub in small, light circles. The muscles in your legs twitch, and you bite down on your bottom lip. He continues to touch your clit, and you begin to writhe from the overwhelming feeling. You let out a few whines, and Helmut watches as your cunt just gets wetter and wetter.

You try to shift his hands away from you in your weird position. It’s just too much at once, and you’re scared of what will happen next. The pornstar’s finger slips off your cunt, and he lets out a small gasp. The sound is mixed with displeasure, and you look him in the eyes with innocence. “Don’t do that again, bunny,” he warns, squeezing your neck a bit just to add to his threat. His index finger returns to your clit, and this time, he rubs your little pearl even harder. You see stars, ones that are dark and would be hidden in the blackness of outer space. Your eyes roll back into your skull, and you’ve never felt such pleasure in your life. Helmut’s digit touches the most sensitive part of your clit, and you jerk in response. Your legs try to shut close, but his body stops you from doing so.

When you open your eyes, you’re faced with a displeased superstar. Helmut lets out a shaky exhale, trying to compose himself. He knows he shouldn’t get mad at you, but he just doesn’t like it when he doesn’t have his way. His hand leaves your cunt and moves downwards. Suddenly, a harsh slap lands on your ass, making you cry out in pain. The skin stings and prickles, and you can feel slight tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Instead of staring at your pretty little face, Helmut squeezes your neck even tighter and watches as your little hole begins to leak with even more wetness. “Aww, bunny, did you enjoy Daddy hitting you? Hm? I bet you did; that’s you’re so wet,” he chuckles, and you grow shy. He’s not wrong, though. You enjoyed the pain quite a bit, even though you tend to avoid any and all activities that could leave you with a minor injury.

“Such a little slut for pain. But I bet you don’t like it when Daddy gets mean with you, right? Yeah, because you’re just a sensitive little bunny,” he coos, and you smile. You nod to him, and he grins down at you. Helmut’s cock is a furious red, almost purple if you really look closely. Beads of precum run down the sides of his cock, all the way to his thick base. He slaps your ass once more, enjoying the way you flinch and then smile from delight.

“I guess I’ve been a bit mean, just touching your little button without even letting you come…” he sighs before shifting onto his knees. Helmut looks over to the camera, just to make sure it’s still recording. And it is, so he smiles. He towers over you even more now, a few strands on his hair dangling downwards, and you find yourself wanting to play with them. The hand that was on your ass grasps the base of his cock, and he runs the head through your folds.

A quiet squelching sound echoes between the both of you, and you giggle. Your laughter is cut short when he bumps up against your clit, and you let out a moan. The sound is unexpected on your behalf, but Helmut just smirks. Your moans turn into a string of shallow pants, and he curses under his breath at the feeling. Dragging his head away from your clit, he brings himself down to your hole, and you let out an even louder gasp.

“Shh, just let Daddy in, okay? I know it’s your first time, but it’s okay. You’re fine, don’t worry,” Helmut reassures. You nod your head and let out a pained cry as he pushes into you slowly. You feel as though you’re being torn apart, split into two. He grips your throat even tighter, and you wrap your hand around his wrist in a panicked, fleeting moment.

Helmut sheathes himself inside you, with your mouth parted open in a silent scream and his eyebrows knitted together. He eventually bottoms out, and the stretch of his cock goes from a harsh burn to a pleasurable feeling. His swollen balls touch your aching ass, and he bends down to kiss your forehead lightly. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he questions. “Y- Yes, it feels really good, Daddy. Just a li’l uncomfortable, but it feels really good,” you tell him.

Your cunt squeezes him in a tight hug, your silky wet walls welcoming him in hesitantly. He wishes to stay inside you his whole life, and he would if he could convince you. Helmut pulls out until his head is the only thing inside you before roughly thrusting back inside. You cry out, and his hand loosens around your throat. “Such a good girl, letting me use your pussy for my pleasure. You like being recorded while I fuck you, right? Say it,” he demands, fucking into you roughly.

Your tits bounce with each and every movement. Helmut’s cock gets closer and closer to your sweet spot, and you moan loudly. “I- I like being recorded while you fuck me, Daddy,” you repeat to him. Helmut groans loudly, and you clench down on his cock tightly. “You feel so good, bunny, better than anyone else,” he compliments, feeling slick sweat beginning to build upon his back. “Uhm, Daddy? S- Something’s happening,” you whisper to him through your desperate cries of pleasure.

Searing heat grows hotter and hotter in your stomach, right above your pussy. You’ve never felt like this before, other than when Helmut was touching your pussy a few moments ago. “Let it happen, bunny, it’s okay, come all over Daddy’s big cock. I know you can do it, squeeze me, bunny,” Helmut urges, and you listen to him. The powerful feeling grows and grows, and so do your moans. And the elastic cord breaks eventually. It always does.

You cry out ‘Daddy’ as you come undone around his cock for the very first time. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, even though you’re gripping him so tightly. You gush all over him, wetness coating his cock, and it makes him fuck you even quicker. The sound of skin on skin and loud moans fill the room, and Helmut hopes to God that the microphone is picking up on it all. The feeling in your body makes you lose all sense of reality, and you’re babbling like a little baby.

“Daddy- It’s too much,” you sob to him, digging your nails into your palms. “Shh, it’s okay, bunny,” he shushes gently, keeping his hand wrapped lazily around your neck. Helmut’s cock slams into your cunt, pounding into you ruthlessly, yet he’s somehow oh so gentle. Your eyes roll into the back of your head again, and you moan gently as you feel another climax being built up. Back to back, and you’re not sure how your body is going to handle it.

He’s close, too. He’s never had this happen before, and he’s not sure what to think of it.

“Awe, you’re going to come again, bunny? That’s okay, shh, Daddy’s here, bunny. We’ll do it together, and it’ll b- be good,” he tells you, and you nod. Helmut bends down and places his shiny forehead against yours. He stares you into your glassy eyes––they’re hazy––and he can tell you’re gone. You’ve gotten all stupid and dumb for his cock, and he loves the idea so much.

You both pant as he sloppily fucks into your cunt, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fill up your tight little pussy with my cum. Gonna watch it leak out, and I’m just gonna fill you up over and over again. Make you all mine because you belong to me. Right? Say it,” he growls, fucking you even faster. “I’m all yours, Daddy, I’m all yours,” you say to him, and you’re both pushed off the edge after one specific thrust.

“O- Oh my…” you choke out, squeezing your eyes shut. Helmut curses loudly, saying all kinds of sinful things that a nun would faint if she hears him. His cock twitches as he comes inside you, and your pussy squeezes him as you let go. Streaks of cum shoot out his tip and paint your inner walls, and it all begins to leak out already. Your cum mixes with his, and he can’t lie and say he doesn’t enjoy the sight of it.

He presses a kiss on your nose before slowly pulling out. Helmut’s cock is still hard, and he just knows the afternoon won’t end until he says so. You wince loudly at the feeling of emptiness and overwhelming sensitivity. “Sorry, bunny,” he frowns, reaching over for the camera. You watch him through droopy eyelids as he focuses it on your cunt, then to your body, and then to your face.

“Did I do good, Daddy?” you ask him excitedly.

“So good, bunny. You’re going to be sweeping up at the awards next year.”

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

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Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.                                                            

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.  

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”                                                      

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn.  He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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Pretty Face | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius takes his girlfriend to his family home and Walburga takes out all her pent up jealousy out on her. 

Inspiration: Click

Walburga Black didn’t have the life every girl dreamed about. She always dreamed of an extravagant wedding with the man of her dreams. Perhaps a tall man with a sweet personality. One to take care of her when she had a bad day at work. But that was not the life she got. 

Instead, Walburga Black had an arranged marriage with her cousin Orion. The wedding was extravagant, but she definitely wasn’t marrying the man of her dreams. Sure he was tall, with dark hair and gleaming grey eyes, but he wasn’t sweet. He was quite the opposite. He had a tongue of silver, and his brutal words brought a knife to her heart. 

Waking up to Orion was like waking up on Christmas Day alone. You can feel it; it’s so close, but yet it’s never quite right. The feeling of loneliness is there, and it never fades. Walburga was beautiful, or at least she thought so. Beautiful thick raven hair and eyes bluer than the sky, cheeks full and colored. If she was this beautiful, then why did she deserve this cruel of a fate. 

Pressure is the worst motivator. Walburga’s mother - Irma - pushed her and Orion to have children before she couldn’t carry them. Irma wanted grandchildren, and Walburga needed to produce an heir before; for some reason, she couldn’t. The Black family name needed to continue and get passed down. 

As a result of Orion and Walburga’s parent's pressure, she got pregnant with their first child. She hated this. She hated knowing that this child would grow up without a loving parental relationship. Orion and Walburga couldn’t love each other. They just couldn’t. But she wished that for her unborn child, they could. 

After much debate, they decided to name him Sirius Orion Black the Third. Sirius was the brightest star in the Canis Major - the dog constellation. His middle name was a regular hand-me-down. Most boys got their middle name from their fathers first, and most girls got theirs from their mothers first. 

Sirius was the most beautiful baby boy. Maybe she was biased, but she thought he was gorgeous. His skin was beautiful porcelain, and his eyes were so bright, energetic, and full of life. Something Walburga used to have but no longer did. He was her pride and joy—his little giggles and his voice when he began to talk. Sirius Black would be her everything - her one reason. 

But eventually, that one reason would become two. She was pregnant again. While her first pregnancy, she felt entirely alone. Now she had Sirius, and he was so sweet. During days where Walburga didn’t feel like getting out of bed, leaving Orion to take care of him, Sirius would sneak away to spend time with his momma. Sirius would crawl to the side of the bed and poke her until she held him in her arms. 

He would lay on his side and snuggle his back into her chest. Walburga would place her hand on his stomach, placing the covers over them both. She couldn’t believe how lucky she got. Orion was god awful, but her son was everything. 

Nine months later, Regulus Arcturus Black. His first name was a star in the Leo constellation, while his middle name was inherited from his Grandfather. The same pale skin as Sirius and sparkling silver eyes. She now had two reasons to continue. Her little boys, till the end. 

It wasn’t until both boys were five when Irma had a talk with Walburga about how they should be raised. Personally, Walburga thought they were the perfect little boys. Okay, sometimes they would break something, but that was normal, wasn’t it? They were boys, and they cause a ruckus. Sirius had tuffs of straight black raven hair. Regulus’ hair was wavier but still held the dark color. 

Of course, they knew their manners. Saying titles such as ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir,’ but apparently, that wasn’t enough in Irma’s eyes. They needed to sit straight, only speak when spoken to, begin their studies and stop being childish. But they were children. They’re supposed to be children. 

Irma did the cruelest thing when this was brought up by saying that if Walburga didn’t straighten her boys up, they’d be banned from the Noble House of Black. So she tried. But Sirius and Regulus were already so in their roots that trying to get them to stop was damn near impossible. So she resulted in using spells as punishments. 

By the age of seven, they were terrified of their mother. Walburga thought that Orion’s words could hurt her, but nothing hurt more than seeing her boys cower at the sight of her. She so badly wanted to cup their cheeks and give them kisses all over. She tried to baby them. She wanted them to have a childhood. But that couldn’t happen when you’re in the Noble House of Black. 

So why did she feel this way? Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Why did she hate it when Sirius brought his girlfriend home? 

Walburga couldn’t deny it. The girl was gorgeous. Her hair was silky smooth, rid of all tangles. Eyes of hypnotizing e/c. She seemed shy but still managed to be formal—greetings with the titles of ‘ma’am’ and ‘sir.’ 

Sirius was fourteen, him getting a girlfriend was bound to happen. He only got more good-looking as he grew up.  His hair got longer, and his face became more defined. Not to mention how tall he got. He was taller than Walburga now. Her baby boy, who used to snuggle with her, was no longer such a baby. Of course, Walburga had scolded him for being in Gryffindor, but in reality, she was proud of him. 

This girl - Y/n - was in Slytherin. She wasn’t a pureblood, in fact, she was a half-blood. But regardless, she was a Slytherin. Perhaps that could do some good for Sirius. Maybe Walburga wouldn’t have to ban him from the family-like Irma kept telling her to. Even as an old woman, she was a pain in the ass. 

They all made it to the dining room, and Sirius pulled out Y/n’s chair, gently pushing her in. It made Walburga grit her teeth. Why couldn’t Orion show some decency when around guests? Why didn’t Orion do that? Is this what she’s been missing the entire time? She tried to swallow it as they began eating. 

Y/n wiped her mouth with her napkin, “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Black, for this meal. It’s terrific.”

Walburga did nothing to acknowledge her. It dampened Y/n’s mood a tad, not knowing what she had done to tick them off. Sirius reached his hand under the table, intertwining their fingers together. With his thumb, he drew hearts and smiled wildly. Their love made Walburga sick to see her son with that dopey smile on his face. 

Regulus made conversation first after minutes of the awful silence, “So, Y/n, I saw you talking with Pandora and Marlene before the break. Are you guys friends?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Pandora is so sweet. She’s astute too.”

“Well, she is in Ravenclaw, makes sense.” Regulus shrugged, “What about Marlene?”

“Oh, well, we practice Quidditch together even if we’re on opposing teams.” Y/n answered, “Normally, someone else will join us like James or Nick, so Marlene throws the Bludgers at us while we throw the Quaffle around. It helps us learn how to dodge.”

Regulus had stars in his eyes, “That’s brilliant!” 

“Thanks. You can always join us if you’d like.”

“I’d love to.”

Y/n smiled warmly at him as Walburga spoke up for the first time that night, “So, you and your friends hang out often?” Her tone sounded condescending. 

“We do.” Walburga gritted her teeth, “I hang out with Leia the most, though. She’s been with me since the first year.”

“You guys must go out every night.”

She chuckled, “No, ma’am. Most of the time, Leia and I study. Sometimes Sirius and I sneak out to Hogsmeade, though.”

Sirius smiled as Y/n nudged him with her shoulder, gently kissing the top of her head, “You guys don’t have a care in the world, do you?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re ruining the Black family name.” Walburga snapped, “All you have is a pretty face. You’re too happy and pretty for this family.”

Sirius tightened his grip on Y/n’s hand, “You shouldn’t get to choose who you marry. You’re in Slytherin. You get an arranged marriage.”

“Mum, I think that’s-“

“No!” She yelled, and both boys flinched, “You’re so pretty, aren’t you, doll? That doesn’t even matter in the grand scheme of things.”

“Looks mean nothing.” Walburga growled, “One day, Sirius will find better, and he’ll cheat on you because that’s all he’s ever seen.”

Sirius stood up abruptly, “That’s enough!”

“Walburga!” Orion shouted, and they turned to him, “Leave the girl alone.”

Walburga hmphed and sat back down in her seat. Y/n was flabbergasted, trying to digest everything that had just been said to her. Sirius was glaring daggers at his mother. That was improper and awful behavior. He wished that Y/n didn’t have to witness it. After dinner was over, they went up to Sirius’ room, where he packed a bag of some stuff, and they left to go to Y/n’s house. 

Sirius had met Y/n’s parents prior, and they were so kind to him. It’s where he usually went over winter and Easter break. That night hon of them had gotten ready for bed. Sirius was in a hoodie and sweatpants. Y/n was wearing his Quidditch jersey and shorts. 

Both of them slipped under the comforter of Y/n’s bed, and Sirius’ arms went around her waist, pulling her back close to his chest, “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“It’s not your fault, Siri.” Y/n rubbed his hands, “You told me it was a bad idea, but I insisted anyway.” 

“That’s because it’s normal to meet the parents.” Sirius sighed, “Mine just aren’t normal.”

Y/n turned to face him; his face looked crestfallen; she cupped his cheek, “Your parents were forced together. There was never any love in their marriage. That’s what makes them different. I think your mum saw us together and was jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Has your dad ever pulled out a chair for her?”

Sirius shook his head. 

“Has he ever held your mum’s hand?”

Another shake.

“Kissed her?”

“Not by choice.”

“She’s jealous because you do all those things for me. You’re a gentleman, and she hates that.” Y/n replied, “She wanted a man like you to love her, but she never got that.”

Sirius kissed her palm, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n kissed his forehead, pulling his head to her chest, “I promise I’ll love you till the end.”

He kissed her neck in thanks, “Get some rest, puppy.”