#better late than never 😎

[eggdoodles]

@gokutober day 10: Rival 💥

[pepa-is-drawing]

tiiiny tiny diggers in a big bubble :)

[plutoselfships]

bew selfship carrd and strawpagw almost done finally 🫶

working on new carrd/pin!!! for now, just basics

Pluto(+other names) , he/him(ftm) , 23 , autistic

i ship with mostly ✨old men✨/men in general

selfship blog! been selfshipping since 2019, been in the community since 2022!

PROSHIP/OTHER GROSS FUCKS DNI

[dooberific]

Damn that angst Harumasa oneshot was smth else 😭

Could you perhaps write an alternative happy ending? 💔

❝ 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ➸ 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: hurt w comfort, fluff, you lived bitch 😎

summary: it was supposed to be a routine mission, it's a good thing you are there to help pickup the pieces

wc: 3.2k

this is a hybrid work, the start of new content will be marked with colored text!

There was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

He hoped you were the sentimental kind, your voice warbled over the line from the outpost in his ear as he smiled. “I’m just saying to be careful is all.” He asserted, fingers running aimlessly over the silver band resting in his palm. Your initials and his were cut into the inside. 

It was supposed to be your day off, the first you had taken in several months, but when H.A.N.D phoned you that they needed your section of the HSO to assemble for a rescue mission after a Defense Force team had vanished inside of Hollow Zero, well….you didn’t get the luxury of saying no, even if you were the Chief. 

“When am I not careful? Remember which one of us you’re talking to here, Haru.” You chided, the smile on your face so present he could hear it change the lilt of your voice. 

“Right, right, I’m talking to my beautiful, kind, intelligent and all around perfect girlfriend~” Though he hoped that title would be changing very soon, as he held the ring up to the light, the sun filtering through the window of your shared apartment dancing enticingly over its surface. 

You giggled in his ear, the sound warming him to the soul. He could practically see the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled in delight.  “That’s much better.”

The interference in the background of the call amplified, faint callings of your name cutting through the static. You sounded disappointed. “Sorry Haru, I gotta go.”

“It’s okay baby, duty calls. Just try to be home for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t miss a date night for the world, you better not peek in the closet while I’m gone! I want that dress to be a pleasant surprise later.” 

You fell quiet again as you pulled the receiver away from your mouth, yelling a response into the background. “They’re about to have an aneurysm over here,” you huffed. 

“I love you, Haru~”

“I love you too, (y/n)~”

That was a little after noon. It was now nearing midnight and the outpost was crawling with H.A.N.D uniforms and HSO stragglers. Countless outpost scientists shouldered through the crowd, chiming off readings and acting as if they just had a some great scientific breakthrough.

But you were still inside of Hollow Zero.

And H.A.N.D was beginning to withdraw. 

Even flashing his Section 6 badge failed to get him answers despite his insistence, earning little more than the shake of a head and a “this is above your paygrade, kid.”

They threatened to court martial  him if he kept accosting them. But they didn’t have you inside the Hollow like he did. The epitome of his happiness, the one he swore hung the moon and stars, his most constant companion, and the only one he could imagine waking up beside of until the day he expired. 

They didn’t have you, but they had the version of you that made their actions palatable. The “good soldier” and “valiant leader”. The slave to a public that didn’t care to know your name even as you shouldered their burdens as ceaselessly as atlas held the heavens. The one who signed up for a death job.

A chorus of shouts erupted, the flash of the medical units blazing to life under the white spotlights. 

Survivors.

He shouldered his way through the swell of the crowd with little regard for those he pushed aside. In a perfect world he would break from the crowd and see you standing there, a little worse for wear but alive and smiling like you just cheated the world. You would push past the medic teams as they chased you down to throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips as you gloated playfully.

“See? What’d I tell you? Safe and sound.” 

But you weren’t there. A cluster of five soldiers stumbled through the outer bounds of the Hollow—no, those weren’t soldiers, they were members of your faction carrying the torn uniforms of Defense Force operatives. They dripped with blood and grime, corruption marring their skin as they limped out, half-dragging others.

“Hey!” He yelled over the roar of the crowd as he grabbed one of them by the shoulder. His name badge shined under the lights. Kimura.

 “Where’s your chief?”

The man shoved his hand away, “Get off me man!”

He didn’t know where he got the strength as he grappled with Kimura before taking two fistfuls of his collar. “Where’s your fucking Chief? Where’s (y/n)?!” 

Multiple pairs of hands tore at his uniform from behind as they hauled him off, legs kicking as he wrestled against their pull.

“Where is she?”

“She’s stayed behind!” 

Kimura’s face was blank, his eyes distant and foggy as he stared at the ground. There were tears streaming down his face as he drew a ragged breath. “I’ve never seen so many ethereals, we were overran so quickly…Chief (l/n) and Deputy Chief Kato created a diversion to draw them away so we could get out.”

Kimura looked up with red rimmed eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

Hollow Zero had mutated. Or that was the story they were telling everyone now. The sensors at the outpost had registered a dramatic spike in etheric energy about 30 minutes after Section 2 had infiltrated, and by the next 20 the bangboo that accompanied you had stumbled out with fried circuits, the carrot it followed now expired as the interior of the hollow rearranged. 

It was supposed to be a standard recovery operation. You had done them hundreds of times in the past.

“I’m sorry, Asaba. My hands are tied.” The officer said with a shake of his head. “No one’s allowed in unless they are operating with their faction. You’re the only one from Section 6 here.”

He gripped his bow tighter. “Then I suggest you turn around and pretend you didn’t see me.” 

~

It felt like an electric current thrummed under his skin as he breached the Hollow. He didn’t bother to call the proxy or wait for the association to form a new carrot. There was no point, even as desperately as he clung to the idea of you being unharmed, alive, there was still a rotten crawl of doubt in the back of his mind that made the thought of wandering forever as an ethereal within Hollow Zero a more palatable choice than leaving here without you. 

He didn’t know how long he had wandered through the hollow, hair matted to his forehead from sweat as he cleared another broken wall, trying to survey as much of the warped landscape as he could. He doubled over, hands braced against his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He had overextended himself already, his chest constricted tightly as his breathing became shallow, a sharp ringing in his ears. He screwed his eyes shut, focusing on getting his lungs back under control.

In and out.

In and out.

There was a distant cry that met his ears with the sharp and hollow sound of clashing metal, one that twisted his gut in an iron grip as his head shot up.

You.

He didn’t know what he hoped to find when he fumbled over the rubble in your direction. Finding you was the sole focus of his mind for the past few hours, the rush of adrenaline carrying his mind past rational thought.

You. You. You.

It urged his tired legs forward, kept him standing as he rounded the corner and saw the torn back of your uniform jacket fluttering in the etheric breeze. 

You, despite all odds, were still alive.

A Hati screamed as your blade plunged between its armored plating, the etheric shell shattered at your feet as the creature collapsed alongside it, your body pivoting with deadly precision to bring your blade down upon the blazecrawler that leapt into your blindspot before an electrified arrow whistled past your face and knocked it from the sky, it’s body disintegrating before it even hit the ground.

“Haru?”

You looked utterly exhausted, your face smeared with grime and hair matted with sweat, but you’d never looked more alive and perfect than when the veins of acute ether corruption made the healthy pink of your cheeks and lips glow. 

“Haru, what are you doing here?” Your voice cracked, tongue fuzzy in your mouth from dehydration as you limped in his direction, tired eyes blazing with anger. “The ether is too strong, you shouldn’t be--,”

Any ounce of wrath or concern at his lack of prudence died on the tip of your tongue when he swept you up in his arms, face burrowed firmly into the column of your throat. His body trembled unnaturally against you, skin feverish. He clung to you like you were his lifeline, hands fisted into your torn jacket and hair as if he were afraid you would vanish at any moment if he loosened his hold even a fraction. 

His shoulders heaved once, twice before he pushed his face from your neck, hands cupping your dirty cheeks with his own dirt-caked nails. From this close you could see the ether burning under his skin, the fogginess that dimmed his brilliant golden eyes a matte honey as turquoise veins burst within the sclera and seeped into the pupil. His lashes were wet and caked together, face twisted in some hybrid of pain, anguish and relief as he kissed you like you put the very breath in his lungs to do so. Hungry and sloppy, more teeth and whispers of affection burning in millimeters of space seasoned with sweat, tears, and the sharp iron flavor of your split lip nipped and tugged with a tenderness that boiled in the depths of your belly as you cradled his own face in the state of desperation he rendered you in. 

A sharp stink pricked the skin just above his choker, his head snapping back with a hiss as the syringe in your hand clicked with completion. 

“Anti-ether serum,” You reassured, throwing the empty syringe off into the rubble before slipping another from your belt bag and sticking your forearm, lip pinched between your teeth. “Got lucky and found an old H.A.N.D cargo container. It’s old, but it works.”

You tossed it aside, offering him your hand with a smile.

“Let’s get outta here, Haru.”

~

It was a pure stroke of luck that you made it out of the hollow. No bangboo, no carrot, only the whim of walking in one direction and hoping the fissure you happened upon was the way out. The last recovery party stared at you like you had grown a spare head when you came stumbling over the rubble together, your face drawn tight with strain as you muscled the weight of Harumasa, the ether finally having worked him over to the point that his knees gave out and he couldn’t see, his consciousness spotty. How your own body had yet to give in was some blessing of genetics, the roots of corruption seeding deep and black as it began to pierce out through your skin. 

The wet kiss of the morning dew and the blazing of the rising sun warmed your skin despite the electrocharged sensation that left your hands trembling. You watched helplessly as the medical team swept him away from your side, your own strength finally giving out as you crumpled on the concrete before a flurry of hands hoisted you up and onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask forced over your nose. You watched as they shut the door of the ambulance across the way, a flash of dirty orange sneaker soles vanishing behind a thick metal plated door. 

You grabbed the medic nearest your side, his uniform collar bunching at his throat as you pointed and hissed.

“Make sure I’m there with him.”

~

If it was your own physical and mental exhaustion or a pharmacologically induced sleep, you weren’t sure, but the sterile ceiling of a hospital room expanded before your weary eyes like a blanket of snow, the rhythmic beeping of some monitor just out of sight keeping tune with your heartbeat. Your entire body felt stiff and tight, muscles screaming as your fingers twitched into a fist. You rolled your head to the side, staring at the empty bed a few feet away.

The nurses had to restrain you from how wildly you fought, ripping lines from your arms as you pushed yourself upright despite the lancing pain that seemed to ignite every nerve in your body, grappling with them as you demanded to know where he was, how he was, if he was even still alive as hot, angry tears stung at your dry eyes.

You didn’t stop fighting until the bed at your side was filled by a familiar body, albeit worse for wear. You were quite the pair, both looking like absolute shit as tired eyes and pained smiles passed between you. He had about ten more monitors and drips running than you did, his pale face gaunt and covered in a sheen of sweat. But his eyes were clear and dripping with adoration every time he woke up and saw your own scuffed face grinning back at him as if flaunting how you had cheated the world once more with a simple, “Good morning, sleeping beauty” easing past your lips. 

When he weakly reached his hand out to you, you weren’t about to refuse his invitation as you swung your legs out of bed and shuffled like your body had aged 80 years across the few feet that stood between your bed and his. You clasped his chilled fingers, pushing some of the many lines and wires that ran from his body to the side as you readjusted his arm, sliding up in the bed as you cuddled up against him. 

You felt his body relax, hand skimming your back through the thin gown you wore as you pressed your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong under your ear, his lungs expanding and collapsing with a steady rhythm under your splayed fingers. 

“Haru? I don’t want you to dive into a hollow like that after me ever again.” you asserted.

“And I don’t want you going into hollows ever again, period.” Came his cool response, fingers drawing little circles along the curve of your spine. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “But we don’t always get what we want, so we’ll just have to trust each other to make the best decision, whether the other agrees with it or not.”

You didn’t want to admit that he was right, fearful still of his weakened constitution and the report you received on his care. 

He’s lucky to be alive.

It made you cling to him a little tighter, nestling closer to his side as your eyes screwed shut and you willed yourself to focus on the living, breathing and warm Harumasa and not the weak, confused and fearful one that gripped you with such ferocity even as his senses fled him in the bowels of Hollow Zero.

He played with your fingers for a moment before pressing something warm and circular against the meat of your palm, folding your fingers over it. Your eyes peeked open curiously, head lifting off his chest. 

“What’s this, Haru?” The question tumbled from your lips before you unfurled your fingers, staring at the item nestled in your palm before a harsh breath sucked past your lips.

It was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

“I had planned to give it to you somewhere a little more…sentimental than a hospital room, but I’m tired of waiting.” He cupped the back of your opened hand, thumb brushing against your knuckles. 

“I shouldn’t have waited in the first place.” He said with a rueful laugh. “You’re my person after all. Always giving the world your best, always thoughtful and selfless and so, so strong. You’ve never ran from your responsibilities, from yourself, toughing it out all on your own even when you had to shoulder my problems too.”

His thumb pressed over your pulse, his lungs stuttering for a moment as he caught his breath. “You’re everything I’m not. Every strength to my immeasurable weakness. My perfect reminder that the world is worth fighting to be in even when my body begs to give it up. It’s not much, but consider this me begging you to keep being the best half of my existence.”

You rolled the ring between your fingers, tracing the initials carved inside the band before peering up at him from under your lashes.

“In sickness and in health?”

He smiled feebly, his lips chapped and rough against the tender skin of your forehead where he pressed them, a promise whispered quietly into your flesh willed to be shared intimately and only with you.

“In sickness and in health.”

.

.

.

Your favorite coffee cup sat beside the pot in the kitchen, the rim stained pink from your choice lipstick. Your toothbrush sat in the cup beside his, your shampoo in the shower, your shoes by the door. Your picture was perched on the bedside table, your face radiant as your hand rested against his chest, his arm around your waist in front of the New Eridu Janus Quarter courthouse. 

Any more perfect and he would begin to question if soul mates were really determined at birth, given names that matched together like the pieces of a puzzle as beautifully as yours did when you assumed his surname and the title of the only family he ever truly had.

You still glowed, hair tousled and cheeks creased from sleep under the golden light of another morning. You sought out his warmth under the covers, flopping unceremoniously into his chest, your forehead pressed against his sternum as your weight relaxed into his body, sleepy murmurs of “good morning” tickling his skin. 

“What happened to, “good morning my handsome, perfect husband” hmm?” He mused as he threaded his fingers through your own, admiring the matched silver bands snuggly around your ring fingers. 

“ ‘S a mouthful,” You whined, lifting your head as you leaned in and nipped at his lower lip with a lazy, lopsided grin. 

Your eyes blew wide as he flipped you onto your back, trapping you beneath him on the mattress as he straddled your lap. “Well then my beautiful, perfect wife, we’ll just have to work something out then.”

There was a ring cut to your size, and it felt like a perfect adornment on your skin as he drew your hand up and pressed his lips against it with a grin. 

Rey 2025

[quickstappen]

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A/N: hello, welcome to another smau i guess, enjoy? this is the real reason why the latest part of carved my name was up so late yall ;) oscar won his first race and i had to do something!! i'm sorry to all the carlos fans, but someone's gotta be the bad guy, yk?

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december 2019

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paola_sainz I can't believe it is time to go, it still doesn't feel real. Thank you for those amazing years together, for the memories and happiness, I couldn't wish for better team, better friends, I love you all and I'll miss you tremendously. Cheers to the next chapter in our lives.

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prema_team We'll miss you vice-champ! Make sure to visit when you're around ❤️

↳ paola_sainz of course! I'll visit so much you'll get sick of me ;)

sainzssss_ noooooooo, what???

shithappens what. the. fuck.

carlossainz55 Excited for your new journey! Now you can spend more time in my garage 🔥😎

↳ paola_sainz yeah, im so excited too!

↳ quickstappen this seems... dry

↳ albono_23 right???

ilpredestinatox oh noo! you were the reason i decided to follow my dreams and go to college for mechanical engineering, i can't believe you're not gonna be racing anymore

↳ paola_sainz oh sweetie, i'm so glad you're following your dreams! dm me if you have any enfeneering problems - i can ask around and get back to you ;)

↳ nyoomf1 she's so sweet 🥹

arthur_leclerc I'll miss your annoying face you know? (only a tiny bit)

↳ paola_sainz acting like you won't see me at basically every race anyway (i'll miss you too) 🤍

↳ arthur_leclerc 🤍

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february 2024

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paola_sainz does it ever drive you crazy...?

3 years ago i was broken beyond recognition, i lost my purpose and will to carry on, i thought that without racing i was noone. to think that the same girl just sold out her first collection of athletic wear is absolutely crazy, i can't believe how far we've come and i can't wait to see what else we can do

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carlando333 girl 💀💀

↳ ilpredestinatox what do you mean, tf

↳ carlando333 Carlos literally just lost his seat for next year

↳ ilpredestinatox well, this is not carlos' page is it? she's not his keeper, she's allowed to be her own person

cuddlyxricc can she like,, read the room?

byelandoo lol, she does not care about the ferrari drama AT ALL

carlove55 are you gonna comment on the carlos situation??

shithappens she looked so happy when she was racing 🥺 i still can't accept that i'll never see her in a f1 car

↳ quickstappen right??

arthur_leclerc i am going to model the next collection

↳ paola_sainz don't know if you've noticed, but i make WOMEN'S athletic wear

↳ arthur_leclerc you just don't want to see me slay

↳ paola_sainz do not say slay ever again

charlosp1 💀

spanishxbabe so Carlos means nothing to you?

jensonbutton So proud! Brittany loves her set 🧡

↳ paola_sainz 🧡

charles_leclerc Knew you could do it Lola 🤍

↳ paola_sainz thank you for believing in me Charlie 🤍

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paola_sainz oh baby, how good to see you again!

(also, charles_leclerc go and win me a race please, i don't know how many forza ferrari sempre's i have left in me)

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shithappens i'm sorry, is that a man? with my wife?

quickstappen queen is back in paddock!

arthur_leclerc so the ones with me in them were not good enough to make it, but the random one with him tying you're shoelaces made it?

↳ paola_sainz guess so, try harder next time

screwderriaf1 she's so real for that, Charles for WDC2024

↳ ilpredestinatox GIRL, be so fr rn

↳ screwderriaf1 just let me dream man

carlando333 oh come on! she doesn't care about carlos at all! fucking snake, thinking she's better than him🐍

logansargeant nice of you to visit old friends

↳ paola_sainz we're literally going for lunch tomorrow?

↳ sheilaxf1 they know each other??

↳ lewibear yeahh, since her time at prema i'm pretty sure

charles_leclerc Yeah, no pressure right

↳ paola_sainz you know it ;)

charlosp1 did she really say that she wishes that charles won and not her brother who's fighting for his future this season 💀

redmilton Paola Sainz soft launching a white man in the year 2024 was not on my bingo card

cuddlyxricc sorry but first no comment on carlos' seat and now this? yeah no, not cool

elmatadorf1 traitor! rooting for charles when your brother lost his seat because of him 🐍

madi_races is my girlfriend in a relationship with a.... man??

predestined55 absolutely no honour, not surprised tbh after seeing who she hangs out with 🐍

darth_nando can we please stop mentioning Carlos in every comment section under her posts? it's so unnecessary

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Hello dear writer! Whenever you have time would you consider doing a fluff and maybe smut piece about how Adam would be on a restaurant date? I’m so curious how he would act since they didn’t have dates when he was alive a trillion billion million years ago.

And Valentine’s Day has me way up in the feels 🥹

Thank you bebe 🩵

A bit late for Valentine's day but better late than never babes 😎 this was longer than I was expecting 🫢

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Valentines

It's been a while since Adams been on a "date" if you could even call it that. The last "date" he had was with Eve in the Garden of Eden. So... Yeah. A while might be an understatement. He also hated the day. Like many holidays. Why should SaInT vAlEnTiNe get a whole holiday after him?! Adam is the ORIGINAL dick. If anything there should be a holiday celebrated for HIM. But, whatever. You were into it. And he was into you.

He was so nervous when he asked you out for Valentine's day. He waited until last minute before finally getting the courage to ask. Ten o'clock at night he frantically knocked at your door. You hurried to answer, the panic filled your body at the knocking. It was desperate, like someone needed help. When you opened the door and saw a panting Adam you were confused. Was he hurt? Before you could say anything he put his hand up to your face signaling you to not speak as he caught his breath. It was odd why he was out of breath. He flies everywhere. Did he run? "Be- huff- will you- jesus, fuck- pant-" his hand were on his knees as he choked on his breath. "Ada-" hand in your face. Rude. He straightened himself out, at least as much as he could in the small apartment hallway. The apartment was made for smaller Winners not 8 foot Giants like Adam. "Be my Valentine?" He panted out. Of course you said yes! What can you say? You've been crushing on him for, like, ever! You never picked up that he likes you back. Even though he was never subtle. "Cool- pant- text you the deetz." He shot you some finger guns before leaving.

So now it's Valentine's day! 💘 Cupid's shot his arrow and hit you. You're feeling fun, flirty, and feisty. You put on your cutest outfit and checked yourself in the mirror. Is cute what you're going for? It's your first date. But it is Valentine's day. You don't wanna be prudish. You change into something a bit more revealing and again checked yourself. This might be a bit too sexy.. slutty even! You don't want to give the impression that you put out of the first day! Even if you do. No. This needs to be perfect. You think to yourself... "I bet Adam isn't having this much trouble."

You weren't wrong. Adam was much more relaxed. Too relaxed. Why would he be nervous? He's the man. In fact he was out right now looking at new guitars. When he left the store he saw Valentine, surrounded by his Cupid's. "Augh." Adam grunted, not wanting to interact with the Saint. "Adam!" Shit. "A little birdy told me you've got a Valentine's this year. It's been what? Centuries?" Valentine laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, then glared at him. "Yeah? So what? I figured it's a good way to get free pussy." Adam shrugged as a cocky grin formed on his face. The Cupid angels surrounding Saint Valentine cringed. "Oh, Adam. Come now! This is a holiday of love and romance. Not cheap pickups!" The man placed a hand on Adam shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. "So, are you going anywhere special? Have you bought the lucky angel flowers? Chocolates? A gift of adoration?" "Uh.. what?" "You haven't bought them anything have you?" The man laughed, putting his hand on Adams shoulder again pulling Adam closer. "Good luck getting fucked, playboy." He hissed with a wicked smirk. Valentine released Adams shoulder laughing. "Happy Valentine's days!" He said before flying away with his cupids. "Motherfucker!" Adam's flew off to the nearest store to get you some flowers.

When he arrived the flower section was bare. Maybe one half dead rose. "What the hell?" He flew all over the store looking for anything Valentines related. "No, no, no!" He stopped in one of the aisles before finding worker. "Hey! Where the fuck is the stuff?" "S-stuff, sir?" Adam gestures around the store. "You know! The fucking Valentines shit! Where is it?!" The poor retail worker fretted telling him there was nothing left. "V-valentines day is o-one of the most popular days of the year sir... There's nothing left.." "NOTHING LEFT?!?!" Adam yelled. His voice booming around the store causing shelfs to shake knocking almost everything off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING LEFT?! I NEED SOMETHING FOR TONIGHT!!!" "I - I'm sorry, sir!" The poor angels voice shuddered. Adam groaned, balling his hands into fists. He was about to leave before he noticed a bottle of soda that hadn't fallen. He pushed it off the shelf for good measure before storming out of the store.

He wasn't going to spend all day looking for shit of this shitty holiday. He hated it. This was dumb! He's gift enough. Still, he takes his phone and texts Lute

"URGENT! flowers! Plz get 4 me thx dngrtits"

That'll do. He heads home to get ready for your date.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

The time comes and Adam is waiting outside of your apartment building, he's not walking up all those stairs again. He was feeling cool. Calm. Collected. Until he saw you. His hands started getting clammy, his heat racing. You look so pretty. You of course found the prefect in-between of cute and sexy for your outfit. "Heeey, you could of made an effort." He joked. You frowned. You thought you did well. He clears his throat. "Let's go." He wiped his hands on his robe before taking flight with you following after.

You both arrived at the restaurant. Neither of you stop on the way. It was awkward. He walked in first, he didn't hold the door open for you. Rude. Once inside you noticed the restaurant was jam packed. Adam also noticed this and froze. "Good thing you booked, right?" You said, playfully, hoping to break some tension. "Uh... Yeah... Wait here, surgartits." He walked over to the host. "I need a table for two." The host scoffed. "Yeah, sure. We've got one available tomorrow." Adam was fuming. This was all going wrong. This can't go wrong. "Do you fucking know who I am?!" He raised his voice. "I'm fucking ADAM! I'm the fucking man! And I want a damn table!" You walk over. "Adam?" "What, bitch!? Fuck! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm getting us a table!" He yelled at you. No. Nope. You're too good to be yelled at. This was meant to be fun. Fuck this. You put your hands in the air. "Nope. I'm out." You turn on your heels and exit the restaurant. "Wait- no, y/n." He looks as you exit then back at the host. "I'll ruin your fucking life, cunt." He hissed before flying out of the restaurant.

He looks around and you were no where to be seen. "Fast fucker. AUGH!!!" He stomped his foot covering his face with his hands. If he wasn't wearing his mask he'd be pulling his hair.

You got yourself home. Fucking shit day. Dumb idea. You don't even know why he asked you. The whole thing was dumb. Everything about it was dumb. You collapse onto the couch, sulking. It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door. Adam you suspect. You roll your eyes before peeling yourself off the couch. Opening the door you see Lute. Huh. "Uh.. hi?" "Adam requests your presents. Put on this blind fold." She hands you a blindfold. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. She never does. You groan, knowing she won't leave until you do it so whatever. You put the blindfold on and lute takes your wrist and flies off with you ragdolling.

Once your feet touch the ground she lets go of your wrist. Leaving you there blindfolded. "Uh.. you can take that off now." You do, to see a candle lit picnic layed out. It was adorable, there were fairy lights on the trees. Adam stood there, awkwardly, with a bunch of your favourite flowers. How did he know? Lute. "Uh. Surprise.." he handed you the flowers. "Sorry, about the restaurant. Fucking idiots double booked or something.. I don't know." He shrugged. You know it wasn't true. He didn't book, you know that. But you smiled. "Thank you, Adam. This is much nicer." He smiled and stretched. "Well, what can I say? I know what I'm doing."

You sat on the blanket, Adam did also and popped open a bottle of champagne. "I got the good stuff." You smile at the gesture although you always thought champagne tasted disgusting. He got all the good stuff, strawberries and chocolates. Cheese board. Cute little cakes. "This is all very well thought out. How did you get this so quickly?" You asked. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm just that good, babe." Lute. This was more his style anyway. Outside, under the stars. It reminded him of the Garden.

"so, this was fun." He rubbed the palm of his hands on his knees. "I'd much rather not do this Valentine's bullshit though. Maybe next time we can just... Do it whenever?" "I'd like that. Although, this Valentine's day has turned out pretty perfect." You smile. "Well. I am perfect so." He smirks at you. You don't want to stroke his ego anymore than you already have. You roll your eyes before quickly giving him a peck on the lips. "you're alright, I suppose." You took his sweaty hand in yours and led down, he followed. You both watched the stars in silence. He'd gently squeeze your hand every now and then, you'd squeeze back.

"Happy valentine's, Y/N."

"Happy valentine's, Adam."

[xndrexcruz]

A Birthday Surprise to Remember

✮- pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

✮- summary: you surprise gavi with a room full of balloons and 20 gifts for his birthday, creating a night filled with love and unforgettable memories

✮- warnings: just really fluffy

✮- author’s note: happy late birthday to our golden boy pablo gavi, i know this is late and his birthday was the 5th but better late than never

The anticipation in the air was almost touchable as you moved around the room, finishing the final touches on Gavi’s birthday surprise you’ve arranged. The space had been transformed, every corner of the room filled with decorations. Red and blue balloons floated against the ceiling, while golden balloons that spelled out ‘Feliz Cumpleaños’ (‘Happy Birthday’) shimmered in the lighting. It was a burst of colors, vibrant and full of life, just like he was. And on the bed, neatly arranged and waiting to be opened, were 20 carefully wrapped gifts, each one a symbol of the love and thought you’d poured into this night.

You couldn’t help but smile as you surveyed the decorated room. It looked perfect-exactly how you had imagined it would look. All that had been left was to keep Pablo out of the house for a little while longer, and for that, you had recruited Pedri and Fermín.

Pedri had been more than willing to help you with your plan, taking Pablo out for the evening with the promise of some friendly competition at an arcade near by. Fermín, he had been equally eager to play his part, Fermín tagged along to ensure that Pablo stayed occupied for the required time you needed. With the two of them, you were confident and trusted that they’d keep him distracted without Gavi getting suspicious.

As you finished blowing up balloons your phone buzzed, pulling you away from what you had been doing.

Pedri

[23:32] arcade games are in full swing

[23:32] how’s everything going on your end

Y/n

[23:32] it’s coming together

[23:33] just need a little more time, thanks for doing this Pedri

Pedri

[23:33] anything for you and Gavi

[23:33] i’ll keep him busy

[23:33] don’t worry about anything i got it

You could practically hear the mischief in Pedri’s voice through the scream, imagining the lengths he and Fermín have been doing ti distract your boyfriend Pablo. Knowing the two of them, Pablo probably didn’t have a clue on what was actually going on.

As time start ticking closer to midnight, you turned off the overhead lights in the room, letting the soft glow of the string lights you had hung around the room cast a nice warm, golden hue. The balloons swayed gently with the movement of the air conditioning, adding to the atmosphere she had created to celebrate in. Everything was set perfectly.

As you pulled out your phone to check the time another buzz could be heard from your phone breaking the silence in the room.

Pedri

[24:45] we’re heading back now

[24:45] be ready 😎

Your heart raced as you read the message, quickly tucking yourself into a hiding spot, trying to calm down the swarm of butterflies in your stomach. The house had once again fallen into silence, except from the occasional rustle of the balloons that flew above you. The anticipation built with each passing second, and you couldn’t help but wonder how Pablo would react to your surprise.

The clock had just struck midnight, and you could hear the front door creak open. Signaling that Gavi had just arrived.

“Y/n?” Pablo voice echoed through the house, a hint of confusion lacing his words. He had gotten used to you always greeting him the moment he stepped into your shared home, so the quiet house must’ve really thrown him off.

His footsteps had grown louder as he walked closer to the bedroom, the soft thud of his sneakers against the floor sending your heart into overdrive with all the anticipation.

“Y/n?” he called again, this time sounding more concerned then before.

You held your breath, clutching the edge of your hiding spot as you watched him reach for the light switch once he entered. The room was suddenly flooded with light, and before he could even try and process what he had just seen, you leaped out from your hiding spot with a confetti popper.

“¡Feliz cumpleaños, amor!” (“Happy birthday, love!”) you excitedly screamed, popping the confetti popper.

For a split second, he just stood there, too stunned to speak. His eyes widen as he finally took in the sight before him-the room filled with red and blue balloons, the golden letters spelling out ‘Feliz Cumpleaños’ (‘Happy Birthday’), the gifts neatly arranged onto the bed. And then, a big smile slowly spread across his face, wide and genuine.

“¡Dios mío! No lo puedo creer.” (“My god! I can’t believe it.”) He laughed, running his hands through his hair as he looked around the room. “This is…. amazing! How did you….?”

His voice trailed off as he took a few more steps further into the room, still in awe of what you had done for him. You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself for pulling this off, watching as your boyfriend took in every detail of the room.

“So…. did you like it?” you asked, your voice was soft but it was filled with excitement.

“Like it?” he repeated, turning to you with his big bright doe eyes. “I absolutely love it! I can’t believe you would do all this for me preciosa.” (precious)

You only shrugged at his words, trying to play it cool, but the cheeky grin on your face betrayed you. “I just wanted to make it special, you know?”

He finally approached you, his expression softening as he pulled you into his embrace. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” he murmured against your hair, his voice sounded thick probably from all the emotions. “Though, I’m really glad that you did.”

When he finally pulled away, his gaze landed on the like of gifts spread onto the bed. “What’s all this?”

You followed his gaze, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “They’re your birthday presents.”

He looked at each one, touched by your gesture. “Twenty gifts?”

You nodded, wrapping your hands from behind his waist. “One for every year. And yes, they’re numbered, so you have to open them in order.”

His eyes let up with excitement as he rescued over for the gift number ‘1’. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did,” you replied, pulling your arms away, watching as he begun to unwrap the first present. “Everything had to be perfect for your surprise.”

Each gift he opened brought a new wave of joy, one after the other. There were the personal, heartfelt gifts, like a framed photo of the two of you from one of your favorite memories together from you both’s anniversary date-and then there weee the small, thoughtful gifts-like his favorite snacks and a new pair of training socks. With every unwrapped box, Gavi’s smile grew wider and wider, his appreciation evident in the way he would look at you between each gift.

As he reached for the final gift, he paused, looking at you with a mixture of affection yet disbelief. Carefully, he unwrapped the box to reveal a sleek personalized gold watch-engraved with his initials and a date that held a special meaning to not just him but you as well.

His breath caught in his throat as he turned the watch over in his hands, his fingers tracing the engraving in it. “This is…. wow, Y/n. I just don’t know what to say, I can’t explain it.”

You stepped closer, wrapping you arms around him and resting your chin on his chest. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to have something to always remember today by.”

He leaned his head down slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he said softly. “Not only because of all the gifts, or the decorations-though those were amazing-but because you went out of your way to do lo of this just for me.”

You could feel the sincerity in his words, the way his voice slightly wavered as he spoke. “I just wanted to make you happy,” you whispered, your heart swelling with love for the boy that stood in front of you “You deserve it.”

He cupped your face into his hands as he looked into your eyes. “You make me happier than I ever thought would be possible,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you gently. The kiss was sweet and lingering, filled with so many unspoken promises for the future and the warmth of a love than would last forever.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a smile playing on his kissed lips. “So, is this the real reason why Pedri and Fermín dragged me out with them tonight?”

You laughed, nodding as you remembered all the lengths they went to keep him occupied. “They had been in on it. I needed time to set this up.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I should’ve known. Those two had been acting suspicious after all.”

You both laughed together, the moment light yet full with happiness and love. As the laughter slowly died down, Pablo’s expression turned serious, his voice softening as he spoke.

“Thank you, Y/n. For everything. This was more than I could’ve ever imagined. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you with me.”

“You don’t have to thank me Pablo,” you replied, your voice equally as soft as his had been. “I love you, Pablo Gavira. I just wanted to make you feel extra special on your special day.”

He kissed him again, his lips warm and soft but puffy against yours, from your shared kiss from earlier. When he pulled back, he whispered against your lips, “I love you too, Y/n L/n. More than you could ever imagine.”

With that, the both of you got into bed, the balloons still swaying gently above you both, the room had been bathed in the soft glow of the string lights you had put up. As you cuddled up together, wrapped in each other’s warm embrace, you knew that this night-this birthday would be one that neither of you would ever forget in the years to come. Because it wasn’t just about the decorations or the gifts; it was the love you two shared, the memories you were creating with one another, and that no matter what you’d always have each other to depend on.

[snghnlvr]

delicate | nishimura riki

౨ৎ ## love so delicate like yours, synopsis: you've realized how far you've gotten with your boyfriend now that both of you are adults.

includes: 1.9k words | soft fluff | yn is anxious asf but riki comforts them | we love reassurance | movie notebook reference 😎 | yn got a tattoo and it makes riki fall in love with them more 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ | coming of age¿?

extra: at this point, all of the members are taylor swift coded | soft love is the best love | yn is me because im also 18 and i dont wanna pay taxes D:

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! <3

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you sighed as you laid yourself flat against the blankets. you smiled in delight as if your troubles and worries left you. 

“school’s over.” you said, feeling your chest heavy. you recalled the school memories that you’ve experienced; both happy and sad, now that you’re taking the next chapter of your life; college. 

it’s leaving a bittersweet feeling on your whole body. 

“it is.” you looked over your shoulder, to see your boyfriend, riki fiddling with his yearbook. his fingers spotted towards the back of the book, heartfelt messages and inspiring words that his friends wrote for him. 

you’re in riki’s backyard, inside of a treehouse both of you built since children with the help of your parents. you’re so lucky your dad is a constructor. 

riki is sitting, one leg sticking out and one knee bent as he leans into the wooden walls. this position allows you to admire him from below as the sunlight flashes on his beautiful features. 

he’s reading every single message with sincerity and care, from his senior friends that he will probably never see again and his younger juniors that he can’t annoy anymore as he pleases. despite hating waking up early every morning and him dealing with tiring lectures, he has to admit he made memories and friends that’s worth a life time.

���i can’t believe we’re gonna be college students now. where we have to pay off debts, start our career paths, those people who are gonna be closer to 20 than 16 - it’s just,” you took in a breath. “surreal. surreal that we are growing up.”

you had always had a fear of growing up. not wanting to achieve the things and goals you’ve planned on time. you felt like you’re rushing to do everything at once before it becomes too late. you always wanna stay 16 forever; forever naive to understand the real world. how you’re closest friends will separate from you. how everything you’re experiencing right now will be just a memory. 

riki glanced down on you where you’re staring off of space. he can sense the anxiety in your tone. 

he closes the book after he was staring at a picture. a picture titled, “best couple” and it’s a picture of the both of you standing next to each other, smiling widely. he smiled at how adorable you looked next to him.

he scooted closer to you, making himself comfortable once he lays down next to you. his back lays flat, mimicking your position. 

“are you scared?” riki likes to question the obvious, but it helps you reflect on your feelings; how fear is just a feeling and to understand your emotions a bit better.

“just a little anxious just all,” you confessed, looking at riki whose eyes never left yours. “i’m sure it will disappear soon. i mean, everyone experiences this.” you reassure yourself and riki sense it, enjoying your honesty.

“mhm,” riki mumbles. “it’s okay to feel anxious, the future is scary.” he looks down. “it’s only a matter of time how you’re gonna handle it. you create your own future.” 

his words ring in your head. he’s right.

riki took your silence as a way that you agree with him. 

he then glanced down towards your arm, a black-inked drawing that attracted him. riki scooted closer, his body turned to yours. he propped himself up with his elbow.

no matter how close the proximity is between the both of you, it still makes you nervous til this day. especially with how much older and mature-looking your boyfriend of 6 years is. 

“your parents aren’t mad about this?” riki gently poked on your arm, eyes analyzing the art in your arm. it’s only been a week since you decided to get your first tattoo.

it’s beautiful, he thinks. 

“not anymore, i’m 18 now.” you huffed out. you remembered the horror on your parents’ faces but a sigh of defeat when they realized you’re now responsible of yourself. it makes you chuckle about their panicked expressions, slowly making themselves aware that you’re not gonna be their little 4 year old reckless daughter anymore. 

“i can imagine your mom shrieking.” riki giggled which made you scoffed because he wasn’t wrong. 

“your birth flower?” riki asked, his fingertips gently tracing the traces of your birth flower. 

your eyes widened a bit at his sudden touch then you looked down at how focused riki was. his eyes were staring at it as if your tattoo was a museum. 

your heart beat quickened at the sight. 

“the flower that i drew for you in your math notebook in 6th grade.” riki smiled, realizing how much time flies since you guys called it official since middle school. you’ve remembered the nervousness riki’s hands were, fiddling the bouquet of origami flowers. flowers he made for each that day that he fell in love with you. you thought it was silly. riki has always been caring and kind to you so it was natural for you to reprociate the feelings back. and so, without any pressure or doubts, you guys called it official.

“i thought you threw your old notebooks away..” his voice still remains soft and delicate, still smiling at your tattoo. he started to reminisce the times he would doodle on your notebook without you noticing. like a surprise.

“i ripped the page and kept it since.” when you were going into your freshman self, you looked back into the notebooks to reminsince your middle school memories. you’ve came across a drawing — no other than riki’s in one of your notebooks. you ripped it out and hid it in a safe spot until you get a tattoo of it ever since.  

some people thought you guys weren’t gonna make it past middle school — even you too, but since both of you got in the same highschool, it remained strong. a strong string holding your relationship tight.

yes, with hormones acting up and puberty getting in the way, there were times where you guys had fought and argued together to the point it was nearing breaking apart but both of you shouldn’t let it slide. not when it has reached this far. and how much you love each other.

although your boyfriend has grown up, there are occasionally times where he teases you and becomes childish around you, it makes you soft-hearted at how he still has a soul of his 12-year old self. especially moments where he look similar to a duck, which made you think about how much duck plushies you have on your bed because it reminds you of riki. 

you’re happy that you’re growing up with him.

“what are you thinking about pretty girl?” 

you gasped lightly, realizing that you’re spacing out. you looked at him and you see a small smirk implemented on his face, curious of what your pretty head is thinking about.

your face relaxes, trying to calm yourself. you’re nervous over nothing.

you looked down at your hands, then glance at riki’s hand comfortably resting, then back to your hands. your fingers slowly creep upon riki’s fingers, slowly rubbing them with yours. you smiled at the sight.

“it’s insane to think about how much we’ve grown.” you paused. “together.”

riki’s eyes looked at the sight, his heart beat echoing and growing louder. no matter what you do, you always make him think irrational. he then glances at you smiling when you’re playing with his fingers. “not many people believed in us lasting this long, not even me. i was worried if one of us lost feelings, found someone else better, or get something in our way, but im glad that we didn’t give up.” you looked at riki where his attention was diverted to you. he raised an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening.

“i’m happy that i’m dating you, i can’t express how much i adore you, how much you mean to me, i’ve never felt love this strong before — you’re just everything to me. i can’t imagine laughing harder than with anyone else, smile so much with anyone else. with you, it’s different. thank you for loving me.” 

you’re cringing on the inside at how much you confessed in such a short amount of time. you’re met with silence from your boyfriend who seem atonished from your words. you’re embarrassed, pulling back your fingers to cover your blushing cheeks in front of your boyfriend.

riki’s lips twitched, happy for you to express your feelings more comfortably now compared to the past situations. (one of the reasons that you’ve guys argued before) his chest felt light, his grin becoming bigger when you’re hiding from him.

you hear the blankets rustling, you felt riki’s arm slowly snake around your wrist to lightly remove your hand from your face. you removed your embarrassed hands and your eyes followed his hand clasping onto yours. the sight of his veiny hands makes you silent.

you admire the two of you holding hands. your stomach was feeling butterflies just as it was the first time riki confessed his feelings to you. riki twists your wrist, allowing you to see the sight from all angles. it looks so perfect. your hand perfectly structured to hold his. 

“you’re just as perfect as to what i am seeing right now.” riki spoke with a soft tone, chuckling when he kept twisting and turning your wrist. “you have a place in my heart no one else could ever have. my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. i choose you. and i’ll choose you over and over. without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, i’ll keep choosing you. as long as i’m alive, you will always be loved.”

you’re speechless at your boyfriend’s words to the point you feel like crying. riki still kept smiling at you, giggling. you saw the crescents formed in his eyes whenever he smiled at you and it never fails to make yourself love him more.

riki took this opportunity to lift himself up, hovering above you. he pecked your forehead. you felt his warm lips touching your skin and the goosebumps always forms whenever he makes you flustered.

you looked up at him, surprised. he looked down at you with his head tilted and a scrunched nose like a puppy, as if he was proud to do that.

nothing but an exchange of loud heart beats matching with one another and genuine giggles back and forth. 

riki then leaned in towards you. you closed your eyes at the expected action. his lips touching with yours. electricity flows when he rubs his fingers on your hands. it always make you feel all tingly on the inside. 

riki then pulls back, “cute.” he teases you, making your cheeks grow hotter. “shut up.” you rolled eyes, earning a little laugh from him.

riki still doesn’t let go of your intertwined hands as he returns to his original position where you’re laying flat on the ground, shoulder to shoulder. 

“so your summer plans?” riki asked casually. he lifted his head as his arm was under his head to act as support.

you then touched your bangs, realizing that you still have that caramel-like highlights since march. you were starting to get bored of it.

you pursed your lips. “maybe dye my hair next week back to black.” 

riki’s eyes shined. “match with me.” he spoke without thinking. you turned your head to him, realizing that his hair is black now. 

your boyfriend likes it alot when both of you match. 

“if you bleach it next month to some color then what?” you pointed out because sometimes your boyfriend makes impulsive decisions on his hair whenever he sees a cool hairstyles. you’re not angry whenever he does this because he’s good looking with whatever hair color he has.

“i won’t bleach it, i promise. i’ll follow you.” riki spoke and it makes you chuckle that he probably doesn’t realize the importance of his words. “red? blue? silver, i’ll do it for you.” you froze at his sudden deep voice erupting from him. your heart beat also freezes when his lips touches the location of your tattoo. you looked down and see his lips pushed forward. your heart flutters once again.

“you’re dumb.” you spoke, eyes softening at what you were hearing. 

gosh, you really love this man.

riki smiles against your skin, looking up and your heart twists at an umfamiliar sight. “i can be that.” he whispers like it was a promise.

[normansnt]

For old times sake (pt.2)

(Huskerdust x platonic! Male!overlord reader)

I'm really happy with how this turned out. Non of y'all asked for it the idea just hit me so I had to write it down😎

ALSO

I'm VERY likely going to write a pt.3 thats an Alastor x male reader so lemme know if ya'll would want that🫡💗

Warnings: V@lentino

Art by the very talented: @dragon-spaghetti

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You were having the best time. Talking to Husk and Angel was very fun and you saw the amazing chemistry they had. You guys were talking laughing and drinking in your office when suddenly Angels phone started to get bombarded with messages.

You felt the sudden shift in atmosphere. Angel hurriedly reached for his phone and when he saw the messages he jumped up.

"It was nice to meet you (Y/N) I had a lot of fun and thank you for the drinks but I have to go now, Husk baby I'll see you at the Hotel don't wait up for me if I get home late."

He said, with one breath and quicker then you have seen anybody talk and left with the same speed.

"Shit..." said Husk as he stood up with a sigh to pour himself another drink.

"What was that?" You asked baffled.

"It's...its his job, his boss he is... a fucking cunt"

Said Husk with audible anger in his voice.

You were about to ask more questions but then it hit you. You knew angel was a porn actor. And you also knew about the Vees. It was easy to put the picture together from this point on. And judging by Angles terrified reaction, Husks anger and cussing you could quite easily tell how his boss treated the spider.

"Hey, Husk" he looked at you with tired eyes.

"I have an idea." You said at last with a smirk on your face.

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"HAHH, suck it idiots, guess who was invited to a business meeting by THE (Y/N) Demon of gambling." Yelled Valentino as he entered the Vees break room.

"What. The. FUCK, give me that" said Vox pissed as he tore the invitation from Valentinos hand.

"THAT BITCH, why did he invite you and not all of us."

"Never mind that who the fuck sends messages via letters?" Asked Velvette disgusted.

"This is the way the big shots do it, you uncultured swine" said Valentine still very full of himself due to the invite.

"That doesn't make ANY sense" Vox has read the invitation at least 3x by now not understanding why you invited only Valentino.

The Vees have been trying to get in contact with you for years now but to no avail. You had no interest in any alliances since you thought them to be stupid and egoistic, if overlord meetings were something to go by.

"Deal with it honey, I'm just better than you guys" ended Valentino the conversation as he snatched the letter from Vox and blew the pink smoke from his cigarette into his face.

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Valentino showed up to your casino with Angel by his side dressed in...well, almost nothing. Of course he wasn't gonna show up without a pretty thing by his side and who better than his favorite toy.

"If you embarrass me in front of the demon of gambling I'll-" he started saying through clenched teeth but got interrupted. By you.

"Mr. Valentino, it is such a pleasure to meet you." You started as you put your hand out to shake.

He shook your hand slowly. He was surprised to say the least. One of the most powerful overlords was this young, not to mention very hot. When he got over his surprise however his personality was back and on FULL display for you. He turned on his charm like never before and started shamelessly flirting with you.

You just kept the calm smile on your face.

"So, Mr. Valentino I'm sure you are wondering why I invited you and we will be having a business meeting do not threat however I'm afraid I have something else to take care of first, please go ahed and try out the games my casino has to offer and drink something, all the drinks are on the house for you."

Now, in a situation like this normally Valentino would be offended. How dare someone invite him and then say they have something else to do.

But you were different. You were a very powerful person in all aspects, your goddamn charm, it was just irresistible not to mention the free drinks.

"Well all right but do not keep me waiting for long now, amor." He said with the ever present flirtatious tone in his voice.

You didn't react to this, just a simple nod of your head and with that you left.

Valentino hasn't gambled much in his life, or death, he just stood by when Vox did it, so he sat down by a random table.

He won. To his (and Angels) biggest surprise, he won.

"Oh, yeah, this is going to be a good night. ANGEL, bring me another drink."

This was just the beginning of the night. He continued to go around table by table, and he won, by every single one of them. And the more he won the more he drank.

About two hours after he arrived one of your employees came up to your office.

"It's time sir I think he is drunk enough." Said your guard. So, you put down the book you were reading and stretched. You didn't have anything to do, that was just a lie. It was just part of the plan.

When you arrived downstairs you saw that your employee had been right, Valentino was standing on the table singing and kicking the coins he had won.

You cleared your throat.

"Mr. Valentino, I'm glad you're enjoying my casino" with that one sentence you got everyone's attention in the room.

You could have that effect. You weren't a cruel overlord and didn't choose to rule over people by the means of fear. But you could make it so that even just your voice demanded respect.

"I see you have won quite a lot, would you care to play a round against, me?" You said ever so calmly.

And of course drunk and full of himself due to not loosing once all night, Valentino was more then happy to play with you.

"Now then, since we are playing in the big leagues now we cant just play for money thats below us don't you think."

"I'd like to be below you, handsome" he answered.

You just hummed, unamused.

"I say, how about we play for souls."

That caught Valentino off guard, he didn't think of that, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you so he agreed.

"And...whose soul would you be offering? I heard the demon of gambling doesn't own anyones soul" said Valentino with just a bit of temptation in his voice.

You hummed.

"You heard correctly, I'm in no need of souls, I will be offering...my own" you said still as calm as ever.

To that Valentine spit out his drink. The amount of power that would be in his hand if he owned your soul is...too much for his drunken mind to think about. And of course due to the amount of alcohol in his system he didn't think about how stupid this proposition would be on your part if you weren't 100% sure you would win. He didn't even think about the fact that you are the demon of gambling, the owner of a casino, it would have been obvious to anyone that he had no chance at winning.

"Well then, I'll offer the soul of this beautiful thing here" he said while squeezing angels cheek.

You looked at Angel and said

"Very well then, let the game begin.".

After a few rounds, you were loosing. Big fucking time and Angel was starting to get very worried. But not only him, Husk, who was the whole time as well, making sure the plan goes well, was starting to doubt you two. He knew first hand just how good you were especially in poker, but it was still a game that depended on luck at least 50% of it.

When Valentino needed a break to go puke, Husk walked over to you.

"Kid, just what the hell are you doing you are aware that you're loosing." He said pretty pissed off.

"Oh, I'm just messing with him-"

"Well stop, what if you mess too close to the sun you might be good but you cannot control your luck."

"Luck is a non factor if you use logic. You seriously think a porn seller, money hungry, moth man big shot wanna be will beat me, in Poker? Don't insult me." And with that Valentino returned and the game continued.

He kept winning rounds and Angel and Husk were growing more anxious by the second.

Finally the last rounds were coming around and thats when you decide you messed with him enough. And just like that you started putting down winning hands one after the other.

Valentino was panicking. He is about to loose his best paying costumer whatever you come out with this round everything depends on it-

Royal Flush.

You fucking won the game.

Now that the loss has sobered his mind he could finally look at all of this in a logical way.

Of fucking corse you won. You are the mother fucking demon of gambling just how the hell did he think he could win.

But the wins before. Hold on. That was illogical too, NO ONE goes to a casino and wins every fucking time was he really that drunk not to notice.

You broke him out of his thoughts when you snapped your fingers. And Angels contract that bound him to Valentino appeared in your hands.

However now, where Valentinos name used to be, stood yours.

"Well, Mr. Valentino that was a very productive business meeting I hope to never see you in the future"

"...What?" asked the moth angrier by the minute.

"You still haven't figured it out? I do not care for you or the other Vees business. Did it not seem suspicious that I only invited you? What am I saying of course it didn't, because a narcissist like you would never ask why someone wants their company. See, thats why tricking you was so easy. Getting you drunk wasn't even necessary I only did it so I can be sure that you will play for angels soul."

"...but, but...NO, Angel dust is still mine, he-" Valentino went to reach for Angel but Husk stopped him.

"No he fucking aint." Hissed the cat.

In panic Valentino tried to make the leash appear but to no avail. A deal was a deal. He doesn't own Angel's soul anymore.

"Just why the FUCK was it so important to you to get a wretched whore's soul?" Asked the moth now yelling.

"It was a favor for an old friend."

"You mother fucking- do you know who the fuck I am, I will destroy you me and the Vees-"

"No" you stated simply.

This was the last drop for Valentino.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO-"

"I would like to ask you to leave now Mr.Valentino and, please tell your partner not to send me any more invitations, I do not care"

Valentino made one last attempt to attack you but your guards stopped him.

"I was winning all night you dickwad I sucked your casino dry" tried to irritate you Valentino.

"Oh? Thats right here, isn't this one of your coins?" You threw it at him.

"Of course, every coin has two sides."

Valentino turned the coin around to discover a big fat 0 at the other side.

"What-"

"You really thought you won at every single table? Wow, you are even stupider than I thought."

It was part of the plan, you told everyone who worked at the casino wherever Valentino sits down, he wins, at least coins of zero. You needed to boost his confidence so he'd think he can beat you.

"You will not take him away from me I'll find him-"

"You will do no such a thing he belongs to me now so he is under my protection." You were getting a but pissed now, he just wouldn't give up would he?

He was about yo say more when you looked at him. Dead in the eyes. Thats half the reason why you are as powerful as you are. The look. If you looked someone deep in the eyes they will see their worst nightmares playing right in front of them.

Valentino started screaming, crying and shaking uncontrollably. And with that your guards dragged him out.

You turned to Angel and Husk, who were standing there holding hands.

You looked at Angel, lifted the contract, and tore it in half right in front of him.

Angel was staring at you. He stared as tears started to roll down his cheek and he fell to the ground in sobs.

'I'm free' he thought to himself over and over again. Husk chuckled as he knelt down to his boyfriend and hugged him.

You two locked eyes, and you understood just how thankful he was, words weren't needed.

You wanted the couple to have some privacy so you headed back to your office.

Unbeknownst to you another demon was present that night at the casino, and he saw the whole ordeal.

"How well you grew up to be, young (Y/N)" chuckled Alstor to himself.

"(Y/N)" you heard Ang- Anthony yell from behind you.

You turned around with raised eyebrows and looked at him.

"THANK YOU" he yelled still sobbing.

You smiled at him.

"Happy to help, for old times sake."

[lllivia]

Lottie Matthews x tired fem reader

Reader is overworking herself because she's stressed about very important exams that will guarantee she gets to the college she wants, but lottie noticed this, and just drags her away from her desk to cuddle and pamper little cutie kisses all over her face, body, basically everywhere until Reader falls asleep :((

U said to send requests, so idk if this one is all that good 🥹

I'll always take care of you

Lottie Matthews xf!reader

a/n: AHH I HOPE THIS IS OK, I'VE NEVER REALLY GOTTEN REQUESTS SO I'M PROBABLY NOT THAT GOOD YET (also I forgot to read through it properly and kinda went offscript with some of it sorryy) 😭😭

Summary: Lottie tries her best to comfort you in a stressful situation

Warnings: not proofread, kinda short, modern au, tooth rotting fluff

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"Fuck" you mutter as you sit up, rubbing your eyes as you look down at the cluttered desk where you accidentally fell asleep for a few minutes, once again.

You look down at your stuff and sigh, tired of all the studying you have been doing for the last few weeks to make sure you'll ace your upcoming exam.

As you sort through the multiple stacks of paper and pencils your phone suddenly vibrates in your pocket, effectively breaking you out of your trance.

'Hey can I come over? Soccer practice just finished 😎⚽' - lottie the loser🤓💕

The notification lights up, making you giggle tiredly as you see the message from your girlfriend. You hadn't really spent too much time together lately, usually clinging onto each other 24/7, but ever since your exams had started you had been locked up in your room revising everything you had learned for much more time than needed.

You quickly go to answer, your happiness sucked out of you as you look down at your work again and remember you still have stuff you haven't gone through as throughly as you would have wanted.

'I'm sorry Lottie but I don't think I have time for that rn, too busy studying ☹️💔' - you

You respond before putting your phone down, focusing once again on your work.

After about an hour you decide it's time for a well deserved break and stand up from your desk, swaying slightly from the exhaustion weighing down your body before collapsing right into bed thinking a thirty minute nap wouldn't hurt.

DING

You shoot up from bed, wondering who could have just rang the doorbell as your parents weren't expected home from their date until late that evening and the only other person who you had talked to was Lottie, who you specifically told not to come.

DING DING DING

Comes from down stairs once again and you throw your blanket off of you, a tiny bit pissed off that somebody decided to disturb the little time of rest you had set off for yourself.

A few long seconds go by before your hand wraps around the handle to your front door, opening up to whoever interrupted you.

"Hi baby!!" Your girlfriend excitedly says as you open the door for her, stepping into your house before you can even utter a word.

"Now I know you said not to come over, but we haven't hung out in so long and I miss youu" Lottie pouts, shrugging off her backpack before wrapping her long arms around you.

"I miss you too Lot, it's just that I have to nail this exam to pass my final grade" you sigh again, feeling miserable about rejecting her as you pull away.

"Come on y/n, I haven't seen you looking up from your notes in WEEKS, you look exhausted and you need to rest. " Lottie responds with a mildly stern voice as she tries to hide her sadness.

"It's just a couple more weeks, I'll be fine! There's no need to worry about me" you try to reassure her.

"I have to get into this school Lot, It's where my parents always wanted me to go, and I don't want to disappoint them.." You continue, suddenly somber as you try to contain an overwhelming gush of emotions.

"You have nothing to worry about y/n, I know you, you're probably going to do better than anyone else ok? So let's take a little break together, it will probably be easier to study after you've slept a bit" Lottie says gently and lifts her hand up towards your face to brush over your cheek gently in an attempt to comfort you.

Quickly accepting defeat you lean into her, too exhausted to argue as you let yourself relax properly for the first time in a while. "Well I was planning to take a tiny break anyways, but no longer than an hour, ok?" you muster a small smile and playfully poke Lottie.

"Ok then, go lay down in your bed, I'll be right there" Your wonderful girlfriend gushes and hurries to her backpack as you start walking towards your room.

10 minutes go by with no sign of Lottie before you start to get to get suspicious. You're about to get up to check if she left when she walks through the doorframe with a tray in her hands, balancing two steaming cups of tea, two blueberry muffins (from your favorite cafe) and a bowl of fresh fruit while looking extremely proud of herself.

"Oh gosh, you didn't have to do all of this Lot" you let out a surprised laugh making the girl opposite of you grin even wider, her tiny fangs showing.

"Of course I did, I love you" She puts the tray down in your lap and snuggles up close to you. "And I'll always take care of you, okay? So if you ever feel this much pressure and stress again just come to me and I'll help you in any way possible" she peppers your cheek with kisses and wraps her arm around you affectionately, using the other hand to turn on the tv.

What feels like hours go by as you relax together, enjoying the peace as a movie plays.

You end up laying in Lotties lap as her hands soothingly brushes through your hair, her head coming down to kiss you once in a while as she explains that your lips are so addicting that she'll never get enough of them.

And then before you know it the tray is set aside and you lay down, your back pressed against Lotties front as she whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you Lot" you whisper tiredly, your slightly slurred words making her chuckle as she kisses you all over.

"I love you too baby, I'll wake you up in the morning, you need some proper sleep" she whispers back as all your thoughts drift away, the last thing you feel being Lottie shifting one last time to kiss your forehead before she slowly begins falling asleep too, her heart beating steadily as she listens to your calm breath with a small smile on her face, happy that she managed to make you feel better.

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a/n: so sorry idk anything about how american high schools or college's work so Idrk how they do exams either 😍

PLEEEASE SEND REQUESTS I'M BEGGING YOU 🙏😩

[asimplesimp4]

Let's Play a Game.

⚠️:Blood drinking, punishments, biting, blindness, restrained, tentacle mention.

Thump. Thump. Thump

*I was running so fast it sounded like a heartbeat. Not my current heartbeat.. It was going way too fast, this is unhealthy. Better than dieing. I was being chased by Alastor, THE RADIO DEMON. He likes to do these.. how do I explain this..? Predator/Prey games. I'm always the prey. If he finds me.. let's just say. I don't wanna find out. Sometimes it's good, like cuddles some other times when i piss him off like today.. it's a punishment. I scramble into a tree, my breathing shallow as I try to quietly catch my breath*

*I hear a raspy voice echo through my head. Two words bounce from ear to ear.*

"Oh Dear~"

*'Shit shit shit shit..' is all that fills my brain*

"You can't hide forever, my love." Alastor says, voice sultry.

*'Try me then, Bambi.' I argue back in my head.*

"Y/N~" he hums my name in a steady tone.

*Crack.*

*'What was thAT- OH SHIT'*

*The tree branch breaks under me.*

"I didn't even eat that much for lunch what the hell-" I look up. My eyes meet Alastor's.

*His smile stretches*

"Boo." he says, leaning down. I never got why he always bent down at a 90 degree angle- Shit. I should go.

*I scramble up and take off*

"Ah ah ahhh.. Not getting away that easily my little doe."

*You feel a hook around your waist. It yanks you back towards him.*

"Oomph!-" You grunt, the wind getting knocked out of you as you get slammed into his chest. How did his breath not get taken?

*You look up at Alastor. You couldn't tell if he was agitated or proud.*

"Now, my dear.. I found you. You haven't been obeying me quite well recently and i've found this to be a... hassle to deal with. You will be punished tonight darling."

*'Ok shit. Yea. He's angry.'*

"Al, I'm sorry! I'll be behaved!" you blurt out, afraid of punishment

**"It's too late for that, my love..."***

*Your breath quickens as your vision gets swept into darkness*

"Fuck! Alastor! Please-"

*He cuts you off.*

"Y/N. I've given you multiple warnings this week and all you've done is disobey me. This punishment will be enforced onto you. Whether you like it or not."

*Whilst he says 'not' you feel his tentacles grasp your wrists, pulling them behind your back. Now you're restrained and blind. Yay.*

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***Warning Ahead.***

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*You feel his hot mouth enveloping your neck. Alastor bites down. You let out a breathy whimper*

"A-Al-"

"Shhh.."

*You feel his sharp teeth pierce your neck. Drawing blood. You hiss in pain, he pulls back with a 'Pop!'. Alastor starts to lap at the sore and bloody bruise he had inflicted onto your neck.*

"Delicious.. Always being good for your punishments..."

*You feel a gust of cold wind as he whisks you two away to your hotel room. You restore your vision. He's taking off his shirt. You're on the bed, panting softly. You look up at him*

"A-Alastor?- What are you doing, baby?"

*Alastor's eyes meet yours.*

"You're gonna be punished. And you're gonna scream my name."

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Idk- Should i finish this..? I'm also aware that alastor is aroace. This is fake. WHICH MEANS NOT CANON!!!!

[iikoru]

super late to the fandom but it's better late than never 😎👌

[mysilaan]

Hellow, hope everything's good! I'm here to request some hcs for my boy, Thomas. 😎

I noticed something cute about him in these two episodes, and I wondered if you could write about it.

So, whenever he shows something of his interest or something he created (aka his coffee machine app/the VR set) to the Newcete, he looks so proud of himself and full of enthusiasm to share something he likes with her, it's just-- so cute!!! I imagine him having the proudest, stupidest smile on his face when she likes it as well. And they're bonding slowly, and it's just fills my soul with so much happiness! (i'm a slave for slow burns, can't help it)

Thank you! 💕😊

Hello Anon :) It has been tough for me recently but it’s getting better, thank you!

Now that’s a very good headcanon request… I’ve noticed it too and I found it very endearing⭐

(And yeah slow burns supremacy 😔)

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THOMAS MCL NG HEADCANON PART.1🍒

⭐

You were having one of those comfortable sleeps where nothing in the world could get you out of bed, and you were having a pretty nice dream on top of that. Your eyes slowly opened, and you were hit with the feeling of forgetting something. Had your alarm already rung this morning? Your eyes flashed open and you took your phone on your nightstand to check the time. 08:53 am.  You were so doomed.  You leapt out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans and top you could find. Snatching your keys, you dashed out of the house without even grabbing a snack. Once at the bus stop, you took a look at when the next bus was passing by. “Five minutes… It should be fine.” You muttered to yourself. But the bus was late and you ended up waiting for ten long minutes…

Arriving at the building, you glanced at your phone screen: you were almost an hour late… You knew that Devon wouldn’t mind much, it wasn’t in your habits and he knew that. You searched your pockets and bag to find your badge but it seems to be nowhere to be found. “No, don't tell me…” Yes, you forgot it. You let out a frustrated noise while looking for the doorbell of the open space. But before you could do anything, a loud motor sound made you turn towards its source. Someone on a motorcycle had parked just in front of the building. Did this person work here? You were curious about their identity. You got your answer when the person removed their helmet-and it was none other than…“Thomas?!” His name slipped out of your mouth in a mix of surprise and confusion.  He tilted his head towards you with a raised eyebrow and you unconsciously moved towards him. “Weren’t you supposed to start at 8:30 this morning?” You were caught red handed. “Well… Hello to you too. I overslept.” He just nodded and turned his back to you to grab his stuff. “I didn’t know you were riding a motorbike.” “You never asked.” Of course he would say that. When he turned back towards you, ready to head inside, he seemed surprised to see you observing his motorcycle with such fascination. “That’s a pretty one. How long have you been riding it?” you asked. Were you seriously asking about his bike? He never thought it was something you were interested in. “I'd say about three years… It’s not my first one though.” “That’s so cool! The speed might be crazy on this one.” When you raised your gaze on his face; you noticed he was smiling, he almost seemed proud. That’s something you noticed before: his usual serious expression vanished when he talked about something he liked. It made you smile involuntarily. “It is. What’s great about this one is its tires-” You cut him mid-sentence without thinking. “Yeah, I heard they’re pretty light for this kind of motorcycle.” He looked at you, completely incredulous. “Did I say something wrong…?” “No… Do you ride one yourself?” You laughed. “I wish! But no, I’m just interested. My father was a MotoGP fan; looks like he passed on his passion to me.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah! You don’t believe me?” you teased. “No! It’s just that not many people are interested in it.” “Well… You found a comrade!” He simply nodded, smiling, his head full of things he’d like to talk to you about motorcycles, but reality interrupted. “We should go now, you’re already really late.” You gasped. How could you forget? You walked beside him, and he used his badge to get the both of you inside.

You had to stop by Devon’s office to apologize for being late. He, of course, accepted your apologies, but made it clear that he wouldn’t tolerate it if it became a habit-and that was only fair… Returning to your desk, which was just in front of Thomas’, the ginger-haired boy raised his head to catch your attention. “Is something the matter?” you asked. “No… I just wanted to know, since you seemed really interested… Would you like a motorcycle ride one day?” You thought your ears were playing tricks on you. “You mean… On your bike? With you…?” “Who else?” Now you were the one surprised. But you couldn’t refuse such an offer. “I’d be delighted!” Thomas nodded at your answer. “I don’t have a second helmet with me, but I can bring that tomorrow… If you want.” “Of course! Let me treat you with dinner as a thank you then.” “If you really want to.” You smiled while sitting back on your chair, satisfied. You couldn’t help but steal a glance at your colleague who seemed pretty content too. You were already imagining it-a ride on this amazing motorcycle (maybe not at full speed, for obvious reasons), the wind all around you, a delicious dinner… And Thomas’ company. You almost slapped your face when you realized what you were thinking about. You quickly started working, not allowing your thoughts to drift any further. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening…

[mudandmire]

✨Azris time-loop AU✨

UPDATE - - -

16k folks! It's not polished in the slightest, also not done, but man am I having fun. I had no idea so many people love time-loop aus!! This is so exciting, I feel like a mouse who found a little mouse colony 🐁

...I think I've gotten to a point where I hate my writing because I want it to get better but also I know it's getting better by objective comparison but also the progress is so slow and I'm so wordy so all my scenes are like over 1k words and it's a pain in my ASS anyway 😎

moral of the story is to never trust what you think about your writing (by extension yourself) after 9pm.

I have SNIPPETS come and get y'all food

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The archer is somewhere else this time. Eris takes too long trying to find him, and by then it's too late. Rhur goes down with the bodily thunk of an arrow meeting its mark. His form crumpling to the ground as it spears right into his chest, spurting blood as he falls onto his back, the bones of his wings crunching beneath his dead weight.

Rhav is lost soon after. Caught in the throes of devastation, he doesn't see the archer draw another arrow and aim again. Eris's shout of his name falls on ringing ears, and though he throws a lash of flame at the archer, he looses his arrow before the fire can scorch him.

The brother falls. His body splayed beside his kin.

Eris knows, then, this cycle he will not win. Not that there was much hope, but his mind is scattered with how quickly things went wrong. He doesn't even hear the draw of a bow—larger than the ones made for slinging across the back. Wildly, his eyes scan his surroundings taking nothing in. It's only Azriel's voice, rising loud and panicked above his own panting breath, that he's able to break through the wave of hopelessness that had overcome him.

Too late.

The heavy twang of a bow string. Eris's hair stands on end at the sound of a whistle, high and soft as air behind him—Azriel's war cry is lost to darkness.

Eris opens his eyes to the yawning, black mouth of the roof of his tent. His eyes are wide, he can feel his lids stretch in panic as he pats himself down from head to chest to abdomen. A quick death. He can't help the relieved swallow as he tips his head back, squeezing his eyes closed.

Stuck in the pitch black of his tent, the ground cold and hard beneath him, Eris curls up on his side. Dreading the light. Dreading the loud footsteps of Anton signaling the start of another cycle. His breath is entirely locked away in his chest—tightened and painful as he brings his knees up to his sternum. As close as he can get to being small enough to wink out of existence.

Something solid presses through the thin stuffing of his pillow and into the side of his face. Too hard to be the earth, it rises like a crest from beneath and Eris feels dread slide down his spine.

The dagger. Azriel's Cauldron-forsaken weapon Eris had foolishly taken from the ruins that first day. Looking back, he doesn't know if it was in some misguided sense of remorse or remembrance. Either way his lip curls up in a snarl at the thought of its ornate onyx hilt.

A thought dawns; sharp and bright as the dagger under his head. If he could destroy it, would it end the endless days? It sends a foolish spark of hope, burning as a carefully tended fire, into his chest.

Eris works quickly, knowing the sun is not so far away now. He cannot be there when Anton comes—he firmly shoves away the intrusive thought that if this works he'll be able to explain why he wasn't there. Steps at a time; the dagger, his armor, his sword, his pack. Night settles around the camp in a blanket, dawn just barely on the cusp of the horizon, that bleary, opaque blue lightening the sky beyond. The darkness is scattered around the torches, set every couple of feet down the row of tents. Even at such a quiet hour, the faint sound of talking between the guards on watch prick Eris's sensitive ears. He makes sure to walk on light feet—in the way his armor won't brush and clink and give him away.

The stables are too far, makeshift and holding supplies Eris knows will be heavily guarded against thieves. Instead, he aims for a group of stallions near a trough. There's packs of horses everywhere, not enough room in the camp to set up a stable for hundreds of them.

Eris's breaths fogs in front of his face, steaming against his night-chilled skin as he ducks behind the spread of a canvas tent as two guards pass in front of the torchlight.

Their chatter fades, Eris makes his quick dash across the field for the tied up horses. A sleek, black friesian had caught his eye.

Apart from light, it moves like an oil-slick shadow. Eris is careful, walking crouched and slow towards them. These aren't war horses, not like how the Spring and Autumn court bred them.

They snort at his presence, heads dipping and thick lashes fluttering as they stamp a hoof on the ground.

"Shh," Eris hushes them, no louder than an exhale. The night is waning, he can make out the edges of tents and the makeshift buildings now.

"Shh, easy," he says again, taking each step cautiously towards the friesian.

Eris knows from his time with his hounds and in the Forest House's stables, how to handle a spooked horse. Hopefully—he begs against the pounding of his heart—it doesn't come to that. The friesian blinks his big, lake-dark eyes at him when Eris approaches. He doesn't shift nor flinch when Eris runs careful, soothing palms up the side of his muzzle, a gentle caress against the smooth pelt.

"Good." He whispers, easily untying the knot of its reins on the fence post in front of him.

"I apologize for dragging you away," the reins come loose, and he slips them over the friesian's head, "I promise you will not come to harm, friend."

The friesian does not say anything back, his mild manner relaxing Eris's tense shoulders ever so slightly.

They cannot stay long, though, Eris knows. Keeping careful eye on the progress of dawn—sooner or later Anton will come to his tent and find him missing.

"Come." Eris leads the stallion away from the group, getting nothing but a snort in response as he jolts into a heavy-boned trot.

Eris hadn't thought very hard about which direction he would go, he only knew where he wouldn't. The mountains to the east morph to a stunning shade of violet this early in the morning. Gathered around its roots are the dark, tangled shadows of a forest.

Quickening his movements, Eris attaches his pack to the friesian's saddle, hefting himself up with one more comforting pat to the strong neck. One touch of his hand to his hip lets him know the dagger is still there. It's not a comfort, yet he breathes a sigh of relief and leans forward over the stallion's back.

Their escape is gentle—quiet. Though it's difficult to make a horse's hooves silent, if not impossible, so Eris keeps his body tucked as close to the saddle as possible.

The tents are beginning to thin out, dry, sun-worn land crunching under hooves as Eris begins to relax.

"Hey!" Eris's ears perk up at the same time his heart tumbles down from his chest into his stomach.

"Hey—someone help me get this horse!"

One of the guards walking the camp grounds calls out, most likely to his partner on duty. Eris takes a quick glance over his shoulder, revealing the soldier in all his fine, shining armor glinting in the light of a torch in his hand.

Eris's eyes narrow, and with a ripple of heat in his irises, the torch in the guards hand flares. A flame jumps out, tall and licking at the empty sky. The soldier yells in alarm, dropping it as stray sparks fly into his face.

A quick kick of his heels into the friesian's flank sends them off into the direction of the dark boundary of the forest. Eris leaves the clamor of the guards behind him, settling into his seat and trying to get a handle on his pulse as he does on the reins.

The friesian works up to a canter quickly. The dense, strong muscle of his body moving under Eris as he shifts in his seat. He had been riding since he was a boy, ponies no taller than his hounds, until his feet could comfortably fit into the stirrups. It is not new to him, so acclimating is easy enough as they bolt across the landscape, racing for the safety of the shadows.

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the amount of times I've killed Azriel so far in this draft is insane. I'm trying to make it, like, respectful? It's not death for deaths sake, y'know, I don't wanna kill him just because, but I need to it's necessary. I'm playing the game "how many ways can I describe someone dying" and it's....something. that's for damn sure.

Also I made a map 👉👈 I can't plan battles for SHIT and though I love the artistic-ness of the Prythian map I can't envision anything being anywhere. so. enjoy my crappy little rendition of dawn and day court, not the whole of Prythian cause that would be ridiculous, but I needed something cause my brain just can't picture places I guess

✨ta daa✨ (thank you Inkarnate)

Tag-list: (lemme know if you want on or off)

@chunkypossum @c-starstuff-man0 @molcat07 @futurehunt

[jerseyshoresy]

Kia Ora!

May I ask something for letterkenny where the reader routinely bakes for the produce stand( staples like bread, cookies etc) but then branches out into cakes and shit that they get Wayne, Darryl, Dans and Katy's opinion of their work? Wayne wants to pay you but honestly cooking/baking for others is your love language?

AHHHH I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH because I totally would be this person in the LK universe!!! I freaking love baking and did I mention I LOVE this idea??? xD anyway thanks so much for lending me your creativity with this request, can't wait to see what you think of my creation below :) <3 I combined this ask with the other ask about being a friend of Katy’s and being a baker so don’t worry, I saw that request too!! No one falls through the cracks on this account, I see y’all and all your messages I promise😎 even if it takes me awhile to get everything done lol

This'll be another implied Wayne x reader story, but again, it can be read either romantically or platonically!

Bringing Home the Bakin'

Fluff

lil bit of Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: none

There was nothing better than hearing the sound of your oven ding with the promise of yummy baked goods. You pulled out a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, the delectable smell filling your kitchen. You turned around, putting the raw dough of your very popular bread in the perfectly warmed up kitchen appliance. You were anxious to get this round of baking done as soon as possible because you needed to drop it all off at Katy and Wayne’s produce stand before it got too late in the morning. You and Katy had been friends for a long time, and in turn, her friends became your friends, and soon enough you were officially adopted into the Hicks’ group. You had always been an avid baker, too, which certainly didn’t hurt when it came time to making friends. You loved to bake things for people as it was your love language—food easily brings people together and full bellies equal full hearts. You never, in a million years, thought that people would love your products so much that they would line up so early in the morning, eager to get their hands on whatever you were selling that day. You couldn’t lie, you were proud of making a name for yourself like that, especially in Letterkenny where bad gas travels fast and good gas travels… well, probably just as fast, but nonetheless, you were happy. As your bread baked, you decided now would be the perfect time to go get ready so you’d be on time leaving later.

40 minutes bake time and 20 minutes cool down time later, everything was sliced, packaged, and ready to sell. You loaded up your car and drove over to the produce stand, excited to see your friends. As you pulled into the dirt driveway, you saw car after car waiting for you to arrive with your baked goods. Wayne saw you arrive and came over to help you carry everything to the stand.

“One of these days you ought to park your car and sell right from the trunk,” he commented, his arms filled with cookie containers.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to see your big muscles at work, moving my stuff,” you teased. Wayne scoffed quietly, but you knew he was flattered.

“Y/n! Glad to see you so chipper this morning,” Katy greeted, taking the bread from your grasp and setting it on the second stand they made specifically for your treats.

“Any morning I see my best friend is a morning worth looking forward to,” you said, a big smile on your face.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” she replied, smiling back at you.

“Our favorites baker’s heres,” said Squirrely Dan, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Sure is,” Daryl piped in before leaning in close to you. “Did you save us anything?”

“Hmm. Maybe,” you said with a sly grin. Daryl tried to contain his excitement but failed, letting out little giggles.

All of your baked goods were displayed neatly in no time with everyone’s help. Pies were placed all over pretty patterned plates, tarts were looking totally tantalizing, and the cookies couldn’t look any cuter in their containers.

“Pitter patter?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Let’s get at ‘er,” Katy responded, nodding at you before addressing the crowd. “Y/n’s Bakestand is now open! Line up nicely or we’ll lay you out.”

Crowds of people started swarming in as they all tried to buy something before it was sold out. You did your best to bake lots of extras this morning, but it didn’t look like it mattered. The stand was emptied in a half hour after what seemed like the entirety of Letterkenny’s residents came by. When the rush was finished, leaving you and the Hicks standing by yourselves, you clapped your hands.

“Now that that’s over with, you guys wanna taste one of my newest creations?” you asked, a sly grin taking over your lips.

“I like the sound of that,” said Daryl, unable to stifle more happy giggles.

“I’d taste anythings of yours that you’d so kindlys puts in my hands, y/n,” replied Dan.

“Why don’t you take about 50 to 60 percent off there, Squirrely Dan,” reprimanded Wayne, making you chuckle. You retrieved a cooler from your car that held something you’d finally tried after thinking it over for a while. You were confident in your baking abilities, but this time, you really wanted your friends’ opinions on your work. You opened the cooler and took out the large container, your nerves creeping up on you a little bit. Wayne eyed you curiously, wondering what delicious item you brought this time. When you finally took the lid off the container, you held your breath, waiting for each person’s reactions.

“It’s so pretty!”

“Too pretty to eat!”

“I disagrees with thats, Katy, but to each their owns.”

Wayne didn’t say anything, but he nodded his head in the slightest manner—that was a great sign. You had baked a carrot cake and covered it with cream cheese frosting; not only did you frost it, though, but you created art with it. You had decorated the border on the bottom and top with an intricate piping design, the swirls looking like they were dancing on the cake. In the middle was a perfect illustration of a carrot, the coloring vibrant and detailing neat. As you sliced it and doled out the pieces, you could see the nuts inside were evenly distributed and the cake was pleasantly spongy. Not a single element was out of place and you smiled to yourself, awaiting the consensus of flavor.

“You outdid yourself again,” commented Katy, taking another big bite.

“It’s so good I could cry,” an almost tearful Daryl replied.

“Delicious as always, y/ns,” Dan complimented.

“This tastes as good as puppy breath smells,” said Wayne, and you let out a relieved sigh.

“You guys don’t know how happy that makes me! I was nervous since I usually never bake cakes,” you confessed.

“You truly have a talent and I’m so glad we’re able to showcase that to Letterkenny,” Katy told you, gently nudging your shoulder with her own. There were still morning chores to get done so after everyone finished their treat, you and Wayne were left to watch over the produce stand for the time being. You busied yourself with the till, counting out how much money you made—you split your earnings with the siblings since you used their stand but you still came away with more than enough to cover some of your everyday expenses.

“You know, I wish you’d let me pay you more,” Wayne said, looking at you intently, “especially when you bring over those other treats just for us. You’re a hard worker, I want to make sure you’re paid fair and square.”

“This is a hobby-turned-side job for me, I promise I’m making enough,” you consoled. “And I enjoy making things for you guys. That’s just me sharing my love for you in the form of baked goods. No money needed there.”

Wayne wasn’t fully convinced until he saw just how brightly your eyes shone when you spoke about baking. He could tell that you honestly did it because you liked it, not because you were looking to make a profit. He felt his heart swell at the thought of you in the kitchen, apron on and humming to yourself as you worked on some more recipes to please him and the others.

“Okay,” he conceded, his steely gaze concentrated on your carefree one, “but if we have to build a second stand for you, you’re getting a bigger share of the profit. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Wayne, but I’m inclined to agree,” you said, stretching your hand out for a handshake, “only if you promise to keep being my most prized taste tester.”

“Fine by me,” he said, grasping your hand in his own and shaking it. However, he held onto your hand for a little longer than necessary, his lips curved into the tiniest smile.

He could never say no to you.

[brienneoftarth1989]

“This was sooooo goooood…😛 Can you do a smut for our Captain Phasma? Wiiith Daddy vibes 😏😎” requested by Nicole on A03

Yes Captain NSFW

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Next / Series

Summary: It’s that time of the month where mandatory training is necessary. You and Phasma have your one-on-one training session but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: daddy kink, dom/sun kink, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, overstimulation

Requests open

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It’s that time of the month again, mandatory training. This was never something you enjoyed but in order to be kept in good shape it was necessary. It was a week-long training regime and the last two days were spent doing one on one sessions with your division leader. In your case that was Captain Phasma. For whatever reason you were always the last one called for one to one training which meant you had the whole day to do whatever you wanted.

You decided that you needed to be productive today because you knew if you weren’t then you would most likely get a bollocking from Phasma later tonight. So throughout the day you were in and out of the gym making sure that you were keeping on top of your physical health. If you weren’t in the gym then you were in your quarters brushing up on your studies.

It’s important that as a stormtrooper that we know what is going on and that when technology advances we are learning how to run the new equipment correctly. It’s happened before when people haven't kept up with their work and accidents have happened because of it. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured from these accidents yet but the aircrafts ended up getting the most damaged which is costly to repair.

At about 16:00 you decided to retire to your quarters after coming out of the gym for the last time. You needed to relax to make sure you rested well for the evening. Your time slot always seemed to land between 20:00 till 22:00 at night. It was a bit late for your likings but you weren’t going to tell that to Captain Phasma.

You decided that a nap would most likely be the best idea. You got changed into some more comfortable clothing before jumping into your single bed. It wasn’t the best but it does its job. You set an alarm to wake you up in three hours so it would still give you an hour to sort yourself out. You let sleep overtake your aching body as you snuggled up in bed.

Three hours later your alarm was blaring in your ear. You lazily rolled over, turning the alarm off. You really couldn’t be bothered to move but you knew if you didn’t you would regret it later. You managed to pull yourself out of bed taking yourself over to the small kitchen to make something for dinner.

A cheese omelette was your meal tonight. You needed the protein and it would keep you full for a while. After dinner you made yourself a protein shake that you could drink between now and the end of your training. You also decided to fill another bottle up with ice cold water. You were definitely going to need it because you knew how rough Phasma could get.

Once that was all sorted you got into some clean workout gear. It was now 19:30 so all you had to do now was wait in your quarters until Phasma called you down to the training centre. While you waited you continued to drink your protein shake while watching some intergalactic television. Nothing interesting was ever on but it was better than sitting in silence.

At about 19:55 you finally heard Phasma call you down to the training centre. Finally you thought to yourself. You would much rather be doing something productive rather than sitting in your quarters waiting around. You grabbed your drinks, your training towel and a snack before walking down to the training centre.

As you were about to walk in, one of your friends who had obviously just finished their own one-on-one training quickly grabbed your hand before entering the room. “I would be careful tonight y/n” he said, making you stop in your tracks. “What do you mean?” you asked confused as to what could be happening.

“Captain is on one tonight. Everything is pissing her off. I made the slightest error and she basically exploded” he said with a worried expression plastered on his face. “I’m sure I will be fine. She has probably had a rough day and taking it out on us once again” you laughed slightly.

His facial expressions did not change. He was serious. “Ok thanks for the heads up. I will try my best not to piss off the Captain anymore than she is” you said to him before opening the door and making your way into the training centre. You went into the locker room placing your towel and snack on one of the benches before grabbing your drink and heading to the training room where hopefully you would find Phasma.

Any other time you would put your belongings in a locker but as it was just you and Phasma in the training centre you didn’t think it was necessary. Plus the only thing you would be missing was a towel and your snack so nothing valuable. When you finally made it to the room you would be training in you could see Phasma pacing back and forth waiting for you to arrive. You were early so they couldn’t be angry so you thought.

“You’re late,” Phasma said with a stern look plastered on her face. “Sorry Captain it won’t happen again” you said as you placed your drink on the ground and stood to attention waiting for Captain Phasma’s orders. “First hour you will be doing shooting practice with a variety of weapons. Second hour we will be doing one-on-one sparring practice in the gym” she said walking over to the shooting range as you followed behind her.

You saw a number of different weapons set up in one of the cubicles that you assumed Phasma wanted you at. “Alright, I want you to be working on your aim today with a variety of different weapons. I will be observing you in a number of different ways. If I believe you are not up to standard then you will have to make time for more training in the firing range” she said sitting down grabbing a clipboard.

“You may begin” she said as you walked up to the weapons picking from the range in front of you. The task was relatively simple for you as you trained everyday in the firing range. You could tell Phasma was impressed as you got headshot after headshot with each weapon. When you got to the final weapon you realised that this was one that you had not worked with before.

You aimed the weapon but due to the power of it the shot missed the target completely. You tried again but yet again missed. You sighed out of frustration as this was the one weapon you couldn’t seem to fire correctly. “Don’t worry about it y/n, just keep practising with this one in your training. Other than that you have passed this with flying colours” Phasma said looking at you.

She could tell you were disappointed but just let you get on with things. “You have a 10 minute break and then I want you in the sparring room” she said, putting down her clipboard and walking out of the firing range. You went back to the locker room to have your snack and just waited for the 10 minutes to go by.

Once your break was over you made your way over to the sparring room to see Phasma in a tight tank top and sport leggings. Fuck she was hot. You’ve never seen Phasma like this. Normally Phasma is always in her armour so to see her like this made your core ache. No one knew that you liked women so you really had to keep things together.

“Alright so for our sparring session today we are going to be working on your defence. I will be making a number of moves at you and I want you to defend yourself the best you can with just your hands. This will hopefully help you if you ever get disarmed” she said, getting into her fighting stance.

You readied yourself and waited for her attack on you. She made her first move which you were able to block. You continued to do this dance where she would lunge at you and you defended yourself stopping yourself from landing on your arse. However as the session continued you found yourself getting tired which caused you to lose focus on the task at hand.

Eventually Phasma managed to knock you on your back which resulted in you just lying on the floor. “Fuck sake” you mumbled to yourself out of frustration. “Again” Phasma said, waiting for you to get back on your feet. You got back up and the same thing happened again however the last time you ended up on your back you grabbed Phasma bringing her with you.

So there you both laid with Phasma pinning you to the ground however as she went to get up her knee grinded against your aching core which caused you to let out a moan. “Mmm fuck daddy” you whispered thinking Phasma didn’t hear. However when you looked up your eyes immediately met Phasma’s dark lust filled eyes.

“What did you say?” Phasma whispered in your ear. You didn’t know if you were in trouble or if Phasma felt the same way as you. “Ummm nothing” you whispered trying not to get yourself into more trouble. Phasma then moved her knee again so it came in contact with your covered cunt. “No, I believe you said something. What was it you called me? Daddy was it?” she moaned in your ear.

You let out a deep moan as you instinctively bucked your hip into her knee trying to pleasure yourself further. “What do you want daddy to do?” she moaned, continuing to bring you closer to an orgasm with her knee. “I want daddy to fuck me! Please daddy I need you to make me cum” you moaned into her neck.

You were so close to cumming and Phasma could tell because just when you were about to cum she pulled herself away from you causing you to let out a whimper. “You cum when daddy tells you to, do you understand?” she whispered in your ear. “Yes daddy” you whimpered.

“Good now stand up and strip, daddy is going to worship that perfect body of yours” she said standing up allowing you to stand. While you started removing your clothes Phasma locked the door so no one would disturb you both. When she turned around you were still removing your clothes so she just stood and enjoyed the sight in front of her letting out a moan when you removed your bra and panties.

You looked up to see Phasma eyeing up your body enjoying the sight in front of her. This made you feel a tad self conscious so you instinctively tried to cover your body which was a grave mistake on your end. “Did daddy say you could do that?” she asked, walking over to you starting to lose her own clothing.

“N..No daddy” you whispered as you looked up into Phasma’s eyes. “On the floor with your legs spread and your arms above your head” she said sternly which made you follow her orders instantly. You gasped as your naked body came in contact with the cold floor which made Phasma chuckle.

“Don’t worry baby girl I will have you sweating in no time” she laughed as she crawled on top of you leaving red marks all down your neck, on your breasts before coming down to your dripping wet cunt. She slightly blew on your soaked pussy causing a shiver to shoot through your body. “All this for daddy? You’re dripping wet. How desperate are you for me to touch you?” she moaned, leaving little kissing up your thighs and near your cunt but never on it.

“I need you daddy. I need your tongue, I need your fingers deep inside me. Please daddy fuck me” you moaned. That was all Phasma needed to hear before sliding her tongue up the length of your folds. You let out this ungodly moan at the touch of Phasma which only seemed to spur Phasma on even more.

She continued to use her tongue to taste your wetness before finally devouring your clit. She traced circles on your clit and on the odd occasion started suckling on it which made you buck your hips in pleasure and spread your legs even further to give Phasma better access to your aching cunt. You were getting close and Phasma could tell as your breaths were getting deeper and your moans getting louder.

“You going to cum for daddy?” Phasma said briefly before going back to paying attention to your throbbing clit. “Can I come daddy? Please, I'm so desperate for you. I want you to lick up all my cum daddy” you moaned throwing your head back as Phasma continued to torture your clit. “Cum for daddy baby girl” she moaned.

Upon hearing this you felt yourself cumming within an instance. “Fuck daddy I’m cu..cumming” you pratically screamed. Phasma helped you ride out your high before eventually just leaving little kitten licks on your clit which sent bolts of pleasure throughout your body. She wasn’t done with you and you knew it.

“Hands and knees now” Phasma said sitting up allowing you to get in the desired position she wanted you in. “Pick and number between one and four” Phasma simply stated once you were in the position she wanted you in. “Two” you said randomly. Upon hearing that Phasma sucked on her index and middle finger before slowly entering into your tight pussy.

“Fuck your so wet for daddy” she moaned into your ear as you leaned over your back wrapping her arms around your waist. You waited for her to move inside you but she didn’t. “Please daddy” you moaned out hoping Phasma understood what you wanted. Of course she knew but she wanted to hear you beg. “What do you say?” she asked. “Please daddy fuck me with your fingers” you moaned trying to move your hips slightly.

Thankfully Phasma didn’t notice that action of yours as she thrusted her fingers deep inside your pussy which caused you to scream at the sudden fullness in your pussy. Fuck she felt good you thought to yourself. Phasma eventually found a pace that seemed to get you to the edge quite quickly. “I n.need to c.cum” you moaned as you felt Phasma’s other hand make its way down to your clit and start rubbing small circles on it.

“Cum for daddy baby girl. I want you to cum over and over again for me” she moaned as she thrusted her fingers deeper and played with your clit and that's just what you did. You came not once, not twice but four more times. You were exhausted and overly sensitive. Phasma finally pulled out which resulted in you letting out a small whimper at the loss of contact but instantly moaned as you watched her suck your cum off her fingers.

“Go and get cleaned up. I will see around y/n” she said as she left you to sort yourself out. You couldn’t think straight. She had fucked you dumb. You decided that a cool shower should help your mind sober up from this. You made your way to the showers placing your clothes next to your towel. You turned on the water and immediately stood under the water.

Phasma was about to head back to her quarters but as she passed the shower block she realised you were still here. Maybe she could make you cum just one more time. She snuck into the shower block stripping off her clothes placing them next to yours before walking into your shower cubicle.

You had your back to her which made you jump when you felt a pair of big strong arms wrap their arms around your body. “Daddy is going to make you cum one more time” she moaned into your ear. Phasma rested her back against the wall as she pulled your body so your back was flush against her front.

Her hand travelled down your body and found its way to your sensitive clit once more. There was a little ledge in this shower cubicle so you lifted your leg letting it rest on the ledge which gave Phasma better access to your throbbing cunt. Unlike last time Phasma was much more gentle with her actions. She teased your clit as she rubbed small circles over it.

You were a moaning mess and Phasma loved the fact she could make you weak at the knees for her. Phasma could tell you were getting close once again as she started to feel your body shake slightly from the pleasure. “Cum for me baby girl. Cum for daddy” she moaned in your ear before marking up your neck.

You came instantly and you were weak at the knees. Phasma held you until you had finally gained the strength to stand again. “My quarters tomorrow night at 21:00. Don’t be late because daddy is gonna fuck you with his strap and destroy that pussy of yours” she moaned in your ear before leaving you in the shower, shock clearly plastered on your face.

What the hell happened tonight? You weren’t complaining and you couldn’t wait for Captain to fuck you senselessly again tomorrow night. You tried to walk back to your quarters but Captain Phasma had fucked you so good that you couldn’t walk properly. It looked like you wouldn’t be walking for days because Phasma clearly wasn’t done with you quite yet.