#boredom leads to killing.

[lunar-fey]

AUGH ended up getting to my doc appt almost a half hour early but the doc is running late so ill prob be here for an hour waiting 😔

[flammenxci]

I'm going to need people to realize that throwing a hissy fit over somebody gently or casually rejecting your offer to help them is going to make them SO MUCH LESS inclined to accept it in the future. And making it a point that they should have anyways, often through guilt trips, is going to motivate them even more to avoid you.

Especially if it's over something so fucking small like carrying something for somebody even though you know they can do it themselves and they're clearly not struggling.

"I'm just trying to be nice. 😤" If you're going to be like that then I have some bad news for you, you're not a nice person. You're larping one. "Being nice" to get some sort of mental or spiritual high out of it and throwing a fit when you're denied that isn't what it actually means to "be nice."

I'm not sorry but since fucking when were you entitled to using someone else to regulate yourself? Even through "nice" gestures like helping them with something? Especially if the only reason you're doing it is because you're bored?

"I don't handle it well." You can die of it for all I care once you've taken it to that point.

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

No Caller ID - Ticci Toby x female reader NSFW

Warnings: dubcon?

Originally published on AO3, which you can read here if you’d prefer :)

Tags: Phone Sex, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Choking, Degradation, Obsessive Behavior, German dirty talk, Hide and Seek

Words: 6.3k

Summary: Your friend canceling on you gives you an unexpected treat: a night in to yourself. Your boredom leads you to entertain a stranger that dialed the wrong number. Little do you know, he's watching from your window.

As always:

⋆˙⟡ All canon will be flexible to make way for sexy ⟡˙⋆

Alright so YES this was supposed to be for Toby’s bday and it’s a bit belated… I knew I had to write something for Toby's bday but I was crunched for time so I went for a ghost face-esque sort of theme. A basic idea I know but I kind of love the way it turned out so… slay?

“I can’t make it tonight.” Your friend’s voice rang through the phone’s speaker.

“What? No way.” You said, hanging your keys back up.

“My car won’t start. Fucking battery is busted or something. I’m really sorry. Can we reschedule?” She really did sound sorry. If only she knew how much she didn’t need to be.

“Man, that fucking sucks… No big deal though, we can always hang another day.” You tried to contain your glee, slipping your shoes off.

“Totally! I’ll talk to you later. I gotta get this car shit figured out. Love youuuu, bye.”

“Okay, love you byeeeeeeee.” You hung up quickly.

Immediately after you set down your phone, you did a little happy dance.

Fuck yes!

It was a true rarity for you to have a night in to yourself. You already had the perfect idea. You had a tub of ice cream that was waiting in the fridge and a box of brownie mix that was screaming at you to bake it.

You quickly ran to your room, ditching your going out clothes for a pair of sleep shorts and an old band tee.

This was going to be an awesome night. You already couldn’t wait.

—

Toby watched as you danced around the kitchen, loving how adorable you looked. God, you were the perfect distraction tonight.

He had things he was supposed to be doing of course, but how was he supposed to resist you? You had no blinds on those kitchen windows, and the light from the room pouring out into the darkness of the night attracted his attention. What he saw through the window, though, was far more captivating. He was the moth and you were the flame, an irresistible force pulling him in. Those people he was supposed to murder could die anytime. He had to have you tonight.

His eyes were fixed on you as you twirled around, giving the performance of a lifetime to your cat. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face and the small laugh that escaped him. You were so carefree, all caught up in your own little world. You’d never notice him watching you from the bushes outside your window.

The longer he watched you, the faster he was becoming infatuated with you. Everything about you was drawing him in. He loved the way your shirt was loosely hanging off one shoulder, exposing just the right amount of skin. Your sleep shorts were perfectly hugging your ass, and the way you moved in them around the kitchen got him in a trance.

He felt his jeans grow tighter, his bulge straining against them. His mind was already racing, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He imagined how your body would writhe under him, how your cunt would look stretched around his cock as you arched your back.

He wanted to know how you sounded when you moaned, the way you’d scream his name when you came. Right now, he needed to know what your voice sounded like.

It was time to see how much fun you’d be.

—

“So~ melodramatic but it turns me on. I clo~ose my eyes, it feels just like a movie.” You sang out, using a spoon as an imaginary microphone. “I’m convinced that we don’t make sense but I’d kill-”

Beep! Beep!

“Alright, alright. I heard ya.” You pulled the brownies out, setting them on the counter to cool. Now all you needed to do was find a good movie on Netflix and you’d be so set for tonight. You hummed as you walked to the fridge, ready to pull out that tub of ice cream, when your phone rang.

You looked down at it. It was a number you didn’t recognize. You shrugged and silenced it.

If it’s important they’ll leave a voicemail.

To your surprise, your phone started ringing again. It was the same number.

Well, if it’s a scammer at least they’re persistent.

It’d been a while since you messed with a scammer. At least you’d be able to get a laugh out of being silly with them. If they’re gonna try to waste your time, it’s fair game for you to waste theirs.

You picked up the phone. “Helloooooo~” you answered in a sing-song voice.

“Hello.” A lower, gravely voice rang through the speaker.

“So like… what’s the dealio~?” You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you got the ice cream out of the fridge.

He had to contain a giggle. You were already so much fun. He leveled his tone before speaking. “I’m looking for someone but I’m -fuck- not sure if this is the right number.” His neck cracked in tandem with the swear as he spoke. He hoped that hadn’t thrown you off too much.

You straightened up upon hearing that.

Oh shit, this is like a real guy.

You decided to be normal now. “Oh sorry, I thought you were a scammer.” You laughed a little. “Who are you trying to call?”

“Who is this?”

You raised your eyebrow a bit, slightly amused with the oddity of this situation. This was starting to feel a little like a very familiar movie scene. “I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for.” You smiled, scooping out your ice cream. “Good luck though.”

You hung up the phone and set it on the counter, finishing your scooping. Just as you set the ice cream tub back in the freezer you heard your phone ring again.

It was the same number.

You scoffed, wondering why he called again. Yet, you picked up the phone and answered. “Hello?”

“Whoops, I guess my finger slipped.” His voice was almost sultry.

Is he… trying to flirt with me?

It felt like you were jumping the gun a little to think that already but what was with that tone? Plus, he called you again after you already told him he had the wrong number. Either way, you didn’t really mind that he had. It’s not like you had anything better to do. Plus, he had a pretty nice sounding voice, and the way he had just said that was kind of hot. Nonetheless, this was some random guy calling you by mistake.

“Well, I think I’m still not who you’re looking for.”

“Are you sure?”

You walked to the living room with your ice cream, sitting down on the couch. “Oh, I’m pretty sure. I hope you find them though.”

“Wait, don’t hang up so soon.” He said as he followed you to living room, watching the way you froze for a second.

He had an even better view of you at the window beside your couch. Being this close to you, all without you knowing was stirring up his arousal. The darkness completely hid him from your view, not that you were paying much attention anyways.

Your lips curled upward a bit as you answered. “Why not? You lonely?”

So maybe flirting with some random guy who called you by accident wasn’t the best idea but who cares? You don’t know him in real life and it’s not like you’ll ever have to see him. It’s just a little harmless fun. Besides, he started it.

He was loving the banter you two had started up. The tone of your voice, your flirtatiousness, was only serving to tempt him further. “Maybe. You can’t spare a little time and humor me?”

You smiled even more. “Hmmm… I dunno. I’m kinda busy.” You sunk into the couch, resting your back against the cushions while you twirled your hair.

“Just -fuck- answer a question for me.” He bit his lip, annoyed that he couldn’t keep his tics under control while talking to you.

“Let me guess, you wanna know what I’m wearing?” You teased.

He was so amused with your behavior. You were much bolder than he was expecting. He knew you were trying to rile him up, and it was working like a charm. “Yeah? I wouldn’t mind knowing. Tell me.” His voice was low and husky, sending heat between your thighs.

“Hm…. No way~” You said cutely, a big smile on your face.

His laugh sent butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“Aw, playing hard to get? That’s cute.” He said.

Watching your jaw drop had him stifling a growl. He could just imagine that pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock. He was already starting to feel a little impatient, but he wanted to hold out for a bit longer. He wanted to play with you a little more before he pounced. “Tell me your name.”

“Well that wasn’t a question.” You said sarcastically, but your enjoyment was evident in your voice.

“C’mon, I’ll tell you mine.” He coaxed. Of course, he already knew your name though. It wasn’t hard to find your name and phone number, especially since he already knew your address. Really, it was a test of naivety. He was seeing how easily you’d give information to a stranger.

He watched as you took a bite of ice cream before you answered, loving the sight of your mouth sucking it off the spoon.

“Tell me yours then.”

“It’s Toby.” He said easily.

“Hm… Toby, Toby, Toby.” You drew out the -y part on the last one, doing a little experimenting with saying his name.

He’d never loved hearing his name more than just now when it came from your lips. “Mm, careful how you say it now.”

“Why’s that, Toby~?” You said, taking another bite of ice cream before wincing as brain freeze hit you. “Ack-”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ugh, I just got a brain freeze.” You pushed your tongue against the roof of your mouth, trying to alleviate it quickly.

“Eating something cold?” He silently wondered what that felt like, both the pain and the cold.

“Yup, I was just having some ice cream.”

“You have a big sweet tooth or something?”

“Eh, I dunno. I’m just having a little night in to myself and I thought I’d be a little indulgent.”

Crap, probably not the best idea to tell a stranger I’m alone.

“What kind of ice cream is it?”

“Cookie dough~”

“Is that your favorite flavor?” At this point Toby was just having a bit of fun chatting with you, getting you to relax and open up.

You had a thoughtful expression for a moment. “Oh, I dunno. There’s so many ice cream flavors. That’s a really hard question.”

“Well, how about an easier question? What’s your name?”

A smile broke out across your face again. “You really wanna know, huh? It’s a secret.”

“You’re really not gonna tell me? Why? You scared?” His voice was like a caress, just a little breathy and somehow making your heart race.

“Pfft, I’m not scared. It’s just fun to mess with you.”

“That’s fine. Haah… I think it’s sexy when you play hard to get.” His breathing was a little heavier.

You shifted on the couch, feeling the moisture collect in your panties. You questioned if your hearing was off or if he truly sounded like he was having a lot more fun talking to you than you thought. You were probably reading too much into it. There was no way he was… doing something like that.

Your own breathing picked up. You bit your lip, wondering if you should say something. You heard another breathy sound on the line. It sounded almost like a moan.

If he was truly doing what you were thinking he was, that would be really creepy, right? Not… hot at all. You shifted again, feeling the uncomfortable tension building between your thighs.

“Whatcha doing over there?” You asked, a little nervously.

He laughed breathlessly and you pulled your knees up, hiding your face in them.

God, I’ve only heard his voice but why the fuck is he so hot?

“Whatever do you mean?” His panting got a bit louder.

“I mean… um… it- it kind of sounds like you’re doing something… inappropriate…” You said the last word in a tiny voice, not even wanting to say it out loud.

He chuckled again, and you almost couldn’t take it.

He knew he was driving you wild, and it was only serving to make him harder as he freed himself from his boxers. He started to lazily stroke his cock. “Mm… does it?” He let out another breathy sound. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m thinking about you and all the things I wanna do to you.”

Your breath hitched at his confirmation, and it was the last straw. Your hand traveled down between your legs, lightly cupping yourself and adding just a little pressure, just enough to sate your aching clit. “Well, if you are, that’s pretty gross then.”

He bit his lip hard to stifle the growl that erupted from his throat as he watched you touch your cunt while you lied to him. His voice started to sound more ragged, “Yeah? It’s gross? Why aren’t you hanging up then? I bet you’re already wet for me.”

Your breath hitched again, getting just a bit heavier as you started to rub yourself through your sleep shorts. “As if I’m getting turned on by some pervert touching himself while he talks to me.”

He moaned breathily as he watched you start to rub yourself harder, grinding your hips against your hand. He chuckled again, “Mhm… sure you’re not. I guess you’re not rubbing your cute little pussy to the sound of my voice are you?”

A sigh escaped you as you kept grinding against your hand. “I’m not doing anything, but I bet you’re stroking your cock right now.”

This time you heard a low groan emit from the speaker. “And I bet you’re playing with your pussy like a little slut.”

You bit your lip hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. This was getting you way more worked up than you’d care to admit. You pulled off your shorts and your panties, discarding them to the side. Settling back down on the couch, you leaned back against the back of it. You spread your legs wide, letting them fall to the sides of you with your knees pulled up to your chest, exposing your cunt fully.

You kept a hard bite on your lip, trying to stifle any sounds as you slipped a finger inside.

Toby groaned again, fisting his cock harder as he watched your finger disappear into your cunt. It was taking everything in him not to just walk up to your door and let himself in. He knew you needed more than just your little fingers to satiate you. You needed something bigger. “What’s the matter, pretty girl? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too occupied to say anything back?”

You were slowly dipping your finger in and out of your cunt. You were trying to be quiet, but secretly you really wanted him to hear. You wanted him to pick up on your tiny moans and whimpers. “No, I just thought I’d let you sit here and entertain your own fantasies.” You slipped another finger in, picking up the pace. You were so dripping wet your fingers made little sticky wet sounds each time you pushed them inside.

“You think I can’t hear what you’re doing?” His voice was low and breathy, with just a tinge of roughness. “You think I can’t hear you fingerfuck your sloppy cunt?”

“Oh… god…” You moaned as you moved your fingers faster. You put the phone on speaker, setting it down beside you so you could use your other hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck… I wanna be inside you so bad… need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around my cock…” He groaned as he picked up the pace, trying to match the rhythm of your movements.

“Mm… I wanna feel your cock stretching me open.” You whined, feeling your stomach start to tense as the pleasure built deep inside you.

“God… fuck…” he grit out. “I wanna feel you coming around my cock so bad… I need to feel you come all over my cock.”

Your whines and whimpers were getting more desperate, rubbing your clit faster and pushing your fingers deeper as you imagined him fucking you. You knew it’d feel so fucking good, he’d get deeper than your fingers ever possibly could.

“Are you gonna come? Huh? Are you gonna come just from hearing my voice like the pathetic little slut you are?” His groans were also sounding more desperate. “That’s all it takes for you? All I had to do was call you and you turn into a filthy little whore.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t resist stroking your cock to the thought of fucking me.” You were so fucking close now, just a little more. “You probably called me… fuck….. just for this.”

“I know you’re so fucking close. You wanna come for me? Be a good girl and say my name while you come.”

That was it. “Fuck… Toby…!” You cried out as your cunt started to convulse around your fingers. You kept rubbing your clit, riding the waves of pleasure as you listed to a strangled growl come out of Toby.

It was the final straw for Toby too. “See you soon.” The call ended.

That had shocked you out of your post orgasm haze. Your heart immediately started to race.

What the fuck does that mean?!

You suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. This guy was a complete stranger to you and you just had phone sex with him and told him you wanted him to fuck you.

You started to look around, feeling a little less safe in your home now. You grabbed your panties and shorts, pulling them back on so you could at least go double check all your doors were locked.

You checked the front door, finding it locked. Looking around your windows, you saw nothing as you walked to your back door to make sure it was locked too.

Sure enough, it was also locked.

Maybe you were overreacting. He could’ve just said that as some kind of prank.

Pretty shitty prank.

Just as you felt the coast was clear, you heard some noise coming from the front door, like someone was trying to open it, or pick the lock.

You ran to the door, determined to lock it back if someone picked the lock. Your heart was racing, hoping you’d make it in time.

Just as you reached for the handle, the knob turned, and the door pushed open. You grabbed the door, but just as you did another, much larger hand was placed over yours.

“Toby…?” You trembled as you spoke. Your stomach dropped as his large frame pushed through, entering your home.

He was much taller than you, towering over you as he stepped inside. He had messy brown hair and dark eyes that bore into yours. His eyes were the only thing you could really focus on, the rest of his face was covered by some kind of mouth guard that sort of looked like a muzzle.

You tried to take in as much as you could about his appearance, grasping at straws to try to find something that would help you decipher his motives. There was a pair of orange scratched up goggles on his head and he wore a striped jacket along with jeans. Nothing really jumped out at you until you noticed the hatchet hooked at his hip.

You started to take slow steps backwards as he closed in on you. The only thing that could be heard throughout your empty house was the sound of your own shaky breathing, trembling in fear.

You continued to back up until your back pressed against the wall, looking up into his eyes.

He placed his hands on the wall beside you on each side. “Aw, what’s-” he interrupted himself with a breathy laugh. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

He pulled off his mouth guard, revealing the rest of his face. He had a kind of grizzly attractiveness to him, but the most notable feature on his face was a large gash on his right cheek. It was jaggedly scarred up, and deep enough to go all the way through, exposing his teeth.

A wolfish grin spread across his face. “You scared?”

Honestly, you were, but not in the way he was thinking. Much to your displeasure, it was the good kind of fear. The kind that made you feel the need to press your thighs together, wondering what he was going to do with you.

God, I need mental help.

You shouldn’t be finding this hot. You really shouldn’t and you knew that. You should be running away, screaming, something other than standing here getting wetter. You truly pondered where in the evolution process you had failed. Your flight or flight response had suddenly presented you with a third option: fuck.

Your only choice was to bring your hands up to cover your face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

He let out a sick sounding giggle when he saw you do that, eating up all your reactions. “Oh no, don’t try to hide from me.” He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t tell you’re all shy now. After you just came to my voice.”

Even after he moved your hands you kept your head down, trying to keep your face out of his view.

“Aw, you’re acting so pathetic, baby.” His voice was taunting. “What happened to all that boldness you had on the phone?”

He leaned in close to your ear, letting out a breathy laugh when you shivered. “Tell you what.”

Your whole body was trembling in anticipation.

“Since you wanna hide so bad, I’ll give you ten seconds to hide.”

Much to your displeasure, the idea of playing some kind of twisted hide and seek game with him excited you even more. “What happens if you find me…?” You just had to ask.

“You’ll find out when I find you.” He let go of your wrists.

You immediately broke into a sprint, already hearing him counting.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

You really had no idea where to hide. It was like the adrenaline killed your ability to think. You ended up in your bedroom, and he was already halfway to ten.

Under the bed felt too obvious, not like the closet was any better. Your eyes darted between the two places. You heard Toby call out nine and you yanked the closet door open, getting inside and shutting it just as he got to ten.

Your heart was jumping out of your chest as you heard his footsteps. Your house wasn’t that big, he was clearly just toying with you, taking his sweet time to find you.

The door to your bedroom swung open slowly. You clamped your hand over your mouth to quiet your breathing. Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, loud enough you feared he could hear it.

He appeared in your field of vision through the crack of the door.

“I know you’re in here.” His voice was only slightly menacing.

He dropped down to the floor looking under the bed.

I knew that was a shitty spot.

“Not there? Guess you’re a little -fuck- smarter than I thought.”

You watched as his neck cracked uncontrollably, straightening back up before turning to the closet you were in.

A big sinister looking smile stretched across his face as he slowly approached the closet. Your heart felt like it was going to explode.

“I know where you are…” He said before yanking open the door.

You froze. Partially because there was nowhere to run to, and partially because you weren’t sure you really wanted to.

He bit his lip as he closed in on you. You looked like a bunny hiding in its burrow, eyes wide and heart racing. You couldn’t look more adorable to him. He felt his cock throb in his jeans, a painful reminder that he still hadn’t came yet.

He pressed his body up against yours, pulling your chin up to look at him. “Found you.”

His hands were already all over you, grabbing and squeezing wildly. “A little too -fuck- obvious, don’t you think? It’s like you -fuck- really wanted to be found.” His neck was cracking and twitching uncontrollably even more, like getting him riled up made it worse.

Your lips fell open in a gasp, and he took the opportunity to capture your mouth, instantly pushing his tongue into it. His kiss was desperate, like he was pouring all of his desire into you. He grabbed your waist, roughly pressing your body into his. You gripped at his hoodie, trying to anchor yourself with something as he overtook you.

He released your mouth, his lips traveling down to leave bites and suck dark marks into your neck. He moved his hand from your face down to your waistband, pushing past it and into your panties, instantly feeling how wet you were.

He laughed, pulling away from your neck. “Oh, you’re so worked up. You like this? You like being scared?”

You nodded your head, not having the courage to say it out loud.

Now it was his turn to have wide eyes. He truly hadn’t expected you to agree. You kept proving you were better than he thought. He grabbed you, pulling you out of the closet and pushing you down onto your bed.

His eyes traveled up and down your body, drinking you in. You pressed your thighs together again, trying to sate that ache. The action caught his attention and he smirked, looking up into your eyes. “Oh, you really do like this don’t you?”

He ran his hand down your neck, just a featherlight touch. You shivered as he kept going, down to your collarbone and slowly down the curve of your waist. At this point you were contemplating begging him to just touch you already.

Finally, he hooked his fingers into your waistband, yanking your shorts down and taking your panties with them.

He grabbed your legs, pushing them back to your chest and spreading you wide open. You let out an almost squeak sound in embarrassment.

“There’s that pretty pussy you showed me earlier.” He was staring hard.

“You don’t have to stare… so directly…” You mumbled nervously.

He let go of your legs, looking up at you. “Keep those there.” Just the look in his eyes was enough to keep you in place, but his tone had you set on staying put.

Your legs trembled as he continued to stare, inching his face closer to your cunt. “You’re dripping onto the bed. Fuck… that’s hot.” He said, running his finger up your slit to collect the moisture.

He grabbed your hips and jerked you to the edge on the bed as he sunk to his knees. “Need to feel your cunt coming on my tongue.” He mumbled before pressing his mouth against you.

You couldn’t help but moan out the second he did. He started sucking your clit a little before tracing slow languid strokes up your cunt. You arched off the bed, only for a second before Toby roughly grabbed your hips, holding them down with a bruising force.

You placed your hands over his, grabbing them as a way to ground yourself. He sucked your clit again, starting a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing and whimpering.

“Toby….” You whined.

You felt him chuckle into your cunt, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure even more. He moved his tongue down to your entrance, slowly pressing his tongue inside.

He moved one of his hands down to rub your clit with his thumb and the other he used to hold your hand, lacing your fingers together on top of your hip where he could still hold you down.

He started moving his tongue in and out of your cunt, while keeping pressure on your clit with his thumb. Your orgasm was building rapidly, the combination of every way he was touching you had you clenching around his tongue before you even realized you were that close.

He moaned when you came around his tongue, lapping up every bit of your arousal that flowed out. He kept going, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

You thought that would be enough for him, but he switched the placement of his tongue and hand, slowly pushing a finger into you while he sucked your clit lightly.

Your head was going numb as he stretched you open with his finger, slowly working a second one in and curling them forward. At this point you didn’t even have the capacity to think about how embarrassing the sounds you were making were. You were moaning unabashedly because that was all you were able to do.

He was sloppily dragging his tongue over your clit over and over. Drool poured from the gash on his face, only making your cunt messier. He pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, making wet noises fill the room from him pressing your g-spot over and over.

You squeezed his hand you were holding hard, a pitiful whimper coming from you as you came again. He moaned on your clit when he felt you squeeze his fingers, which only served to heighten the feeling of your orgasm. Your whole body felt like it was on pins and needles, all stemming from the wet heat of his mouth and fingers torturing your cunt.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, lightly running them over your cunt as he climbed back onto the bed. “You’re so cute~” He cooed. “This time I wanna watch while you come.”

This time…?!

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest. He took a nipple in his mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers back in. Your body jolted and trembled, it was like every little touch was sending electric shocks through your body.

He laughed and then said, “Ich könnte dich jetzt sofort brechen.”

You weren’t sure what scared you more, the fact that you had no idea what the fuck he said or the tone he said it in. Either way, it had you tightening around his fingers, eliciting a growl from Toby.

His cock was so painfully hard, screaming at him to claim your pussy already. He was in a battle with himself, he wanted to come so badly, but he was also enraptured watching you come. He just needed one more from you.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, grinding them against your g-spot, his palm pressing down on your clit. You struggled to keep up when he leaned down and kissed you sloppily. Your whole body was being surrendered to him. He pulled away, loving the way your tongue stayed out a bit even after he pulled away.

He cupped the side of your face, pushing your hair back with his fingers. “Look at that slutty face you’re making. I wish you could see how much of a whore you look like right now.”

You tried to keep your eyes locked with his, failing miserably. Your head felt so fuzzy, the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure building deep in your cunt.

“You want my cock, pretty girl?” He asked.

You instantly responded with an eager nod. “Pathetic…” he said under his breath with a smirk.

His breathing was so ragged. He leaned down close to your ear, his fingers so deep in your cunt as he whispered, “Ich kann fühlen, wie gut sich deine Fotze anfühlt. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, es in dich zu stecken.”

You were so close to coming again, just a little more would tip you over the precipice.

As if he could read your mind, Toby bit your neck, sucking the skin right below the ear, right where he could feel your pulse. Your head went fully blank as you convulsed around his fingers. Your cunt was greedily sucking him in and that was the last straw for him. At this point it would be cruel to not give you what you so desperately need.

He stood up, pulling off his jacket and his shirt. Your eyes ran over his form, taking note of his slender, yet somewhat muscular form. What really stood out to you was the tattoo on his chest, right below his right collarbone. It looked like a scratchy drawn circle with an X through it.

You could practically feel the impatience coming off him in waves. His hatchet made a dull thud on your bedroom floor as it was tossed to the side. He yanked his zipper down, not even bothering to pull his pants off before pulling his throbbing hard cock out. You could hear the way his heavy breathing was shaking, how close he was to losing his restraint, how much he wanted to give into his overwhelming need for you.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, his head falling back in a groan when he ran it up your slit, your cunt coating the tip in your wetness. “Du bist so verdammt nass...es fühlt sich so gut an, dein kleines Fotze gegen mich zu reiben...” He said breathlessly.

“Please…” You whined. Feeling his hard cock press on your clit was too much. You needed him inside you before you went insane.

“Mm… You can ask better than that. C’mon, I know you want this cock. Beg for it. Show me how much you want it.”

You whimpered, already feeling pathetic enough. “Please, Toby… I need it so bad.”

He kept running the tip over your clit, teasing you with the feeling of his hard cock. “Is this what you imagined on the phone? You imagined my thick cock rubbing against your cute little clit and making you feel good? Tell me again what you said you wanted.”

You thought back to your phone call, trying to remember what you said in your cum drunk stupor. You grabbed your legs, pulling them up for him to expose your dripping cunt even more. “I wanna feel your cock stretching me open.”

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned, slowly pushing his cock into you. The gush of your cunt was audible as he filled you completely. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He couldn’t break his new toy already. “God…” He harshly sucked in a breath. “Your slutty fucking cunt is gushing.”

You let out a particularly lewd moan, the stretch of his cock was nothing short of pure euphoria. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he started to thrust into you, starting a slow and hard pace.

“Yeah… that’s it. Fuck… Moan and cry and gush all over my cock.” The sounds of your sloppy cunt only amplified as he picked up the pace, hooking his arms behind your shoulders. “God… you’re such a good little cock sleeve. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that?”

Your wanton eyes met his dark lustful ones. You nodded profusely. “I’m so pathetic…” You whined.

He growled, using one of his hands to pull your mouth open. You were so obedient, giving him no resistance as he spit in your mouth. You swallowed it, still holding his gaze.

“Pretty fucking slut.” He looked absolutely enamored with you at this point. “Du bist so nass, deine Möse fühlt sich so gut an.”

He leaned back, hooking his arms under your legs so he could hold them back himself. He wrapped his hands around your neck, applying just enough pressure to feel your pulse. Your hands scrambled to his shoulders as he started drilling into you.

“Ich werde dich so sehr züchten, dass du nicht mehr klar denken kannst, mein Mädchen.” He grit out. He was getting close, your cunt wrapping around him perfectly. He could hardly take it, the slutty face you were making, the way your tits bounced each time he pounded his cock into you, the way your cunt looked stretched around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

His voice was getting breather, whinier almost as he rutted into you like you were his lifeline. “God… you’re such a perfect little slut, so fucking perfect. Ich werde dich zu meiner eigenen kleinen Besitzung machen und dafür sorgen, dass du nie wieder von mir weg willst.”

“So good… fuckkkk… Du wirst mir gehören, ob du willst oder nicht.” His head was scrambled, rapidly switching between English and German as he slammed into your cervix.

His cock felt so good nestled right against your cervix, pressing so deep you were seeing stars. You came hard around his cock, sucking him in.

The feeling of your cunt milking his cock pushed him over the edge. He pressed in deep, filling your cunt with his cum.

He didn’t pull out right away. Your head was spinning, feeling his cock throb inside you with his aftershocks. He captured your lips again, lazily pushing his tongue into your mouth. You were both exhausted. He pulled back, cupping your face like you were the most precious thing in the world. “You’re cute. I wanna keep you.”

He got up, pushing a hand through his hair, looking pensive for a moment. “I gotta go take care of some business though…”

“I’ll be back for you.” He said casually, he picked up his shirt, slipping it back on.

“Hm…?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion, still feeling out of it.

He smiled to himself, not really noting your confusion. “Maybe you should get some things together… probably not coming back for a while.”

You finally realized what he meant. This harmless fun of yours had gone farther than you thought it would.

He headed for your bedroom door, turning back and grabbing his hatchet. “By the way…” He said with a sick little giggle. “Don’t try to run later. I don’t wanna have to use this thing on a pretty girl like you.”

He left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and apparently giving you time to pack. It turned out your night had been more eventful than you planned.

~please remember to distinguish fiction from reality

Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments <3 I love hearing what u guys think and I'm always open to constructive criticism

[mod2amaryllis]

im just gonna be petty ignore me

are you ever training someone and eventually it gets to a point where you just like

give up on them lol

[taycherouzz]

rodrick bf headcanons fem/gen reader pls? 💗🤗

this is a part of what I think Rodrick would be like, hope you liked and enjoyed it!

there is no doubt he ALWAYS invites you to his gigs and band rehearsals

As the band Löaded diper started playing, Rodrick's eyes kept drifting towards you. Every time he looked at you, he couldn't help but smile, his focus wavering. He tried to keep up with the beat, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

"Rodrick, dude, focus!" one of his bandmates called out, snapping him back to reality.

He chuckled and nodded, trying to concentrate, but it was no use. Your presence was too distracting, and every time he glanced your way, his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't help but blush, knowing you were the reason for his distraction.

During a break, Rodrick came over to you, shaking his head with a grin. "You're killing me here" he teased, his eyes filled with affection.

You laughed, playfully nudging him "I'm just here to support you". "Well, you're doing a great job" he said, leaning in for a quick kiss "Maybe a little too good".

when you both can't sleep (or just out of boredom), he would take you to have late-night drives

The city lights blurred past as you cruised through the streets, the windows rolled down and the cool night air filling the van. He played a mixtape he made just for these drives, the music perfectly capturing the mood.

As he drove, Rodrick took you to a secret spot he had discovered—a hill overlooking the city, where the lights twinkled like stars. He parked the van and you both got out, sitting on the hood and enjoying the breathtaking view.

"This is our little hideaway" he said, taking your hand "Just you and me" you completed his sentence while you smiled.

Rodrick wrapped his arm around you, and you leaned into him, the music still playing in the background while you both looked into the mesmerizing view ahead of you.

I feel like sometimes you both would prank greg

One afternoon, you both decided to play a classic prank on Greg: the old "fake spider in the bed" trick.

You and Rodrick carefully placed a realistic-looking spider under Greg's blanket, making sure it was positioned just right. Then, you both hid around the corner, waiting for Greg to come into his room.

When Greg finally walked in and pulled back his blanket, he let out a loud scream, jumping back in fright. You and Rodrick burst into laughter, high-fiving each other for the successful prank.

Greg quickly realized it was a fake spider and glared at both of you. "Very funny, guys" he muttered in a sarcastic tone while rolling his eyes.

he would 100% teach you how to play drums

"Okay, let's start with the basics" he said, handing you the drumsticks, he sat on the stool and he positioned you on his lap.

Rodrick's arms guided yours as he showed you the proper way to hold the sticks. "It's all about the rhythm. Just feel the beat" he explained, tapping a simple pattern on the snare drum.

You tried to follow his lead, your movements awkward at first. But with his patient guidance and encouragement, you started to get the hang of it. "That's it! You're doing great" he said, a proud smile on his face.

The garage was soon filled with the sound of your combined laughs, and the sense of accomplishment you felt was indescribable.

when you have a sleepover, you would definitely make marathons of horror films or comedies

One rainy Saturday, you decided to have an all-day movie marathon. Rodrick had a stack of DVDs ready, and you both created a cozy nest of blankets and pillows in the living room. As the first movie started, Rodrick pulled you close, his arm around your shoulders.

Halfway through the night, a particularly scary scene made you jump, and you buried your face in Rodrick's shoulder. He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her tighter "Don't worry, I've got you" he reassured.

Between movies, you'd debate which one was the scariest or funniest, sharing your favorite scenes and inside jokes.

By the end of the night, you were both sleepy but happy, the warmth of your time together lingering long after the credits rolled.

he has no problem on letting you use his löaded diper shirts, but I feel like he would make one shirt specially for you

Rodrick was incredibly proud of his band, Löded Diper, and he loved seeing you in their merch. One day, he surprised you with a special gift: a custom band T-shirt. The front had the band's logo, but it was the back that made you smile the most—it boldly read "Drummer's GF".

"You like it?" he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You grinned and nodded "I love it! It’s perfect".

Every time you wore the shirt, Rodrick's face would light up with pride. He'd often brag to his bandmates about his amazing girlfriend who supported him wholeheartedly.

despite his though side, he has a soft spot for you, which causes him to be protective over you

One evening, you both decided to go to a local concert. The venue was packed, and the crowd was getting rowdy.

You felt a bit overwhelmed by the pushing and shoving, and Rodrick immediately noticed. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to his side.

"Stay close to me" he whispered in your ear. He navigated through the crowd, making sure you were safe and comfortable.

Throughout the night, he kept a watchful eye on you, ensuring that no one got too close or made you uncomfortable.

he would definitely make you a mixtape with songs that reminded him of you, and you listen to it together in his van while he explains why that song (or which part) made him think of you

You were parked in Rodrick's van, the low hum of the engine barely audible over the mixtape he'd made for you. The song "Think About You" by Guns N' Roses started to play, and Rodrick turned to you with a soft smile.

"Listen to this" he said, his eyes meeting yours "these lyrics made me think of you".

As the song played, he explained "It's the way the song talks about always having you on my mind. Whenever I'm not with you, I miss you... God that was just so corny" he muffled with a chuckle while looking down.

But he lifted his gaze and saw you blushing, feeling your heart swell with emotion. Rodrick's hand found yours, and you sat in comfortable silence, letting the music speak for the both of you.

you would help him with homework and have study sessions together (but you always end up making out instead)

Books and notes were spread out on Rodrick's bed, ready for today's session, but it didn't took long for distractions to take over.

As you leaned in to explain a math problem, Rodrick's lips found yours in a quick kiss, and then another, and another one after that, until you find yourself making out with him instead of studying.

"C'mon, Rod, we have to study" you murmured between kisses, trying to stay focused.

"One more, and then we'll study" he promised, but his lips met yours again, and you couldn't help but kiss him back.

Your kisses grew more frequent, each one stealing your breath away. You kept trying to remind him of your homework, but his persistence made you lose track of time.

Each kiss pulled you deeper into the moment, and soon enough, the textbooks were forgotten as you got lost in each other.

[returnofeternity]

synopsis. you're still not coping well with the loss of your sibling. who better than to take your grief out on than your girlfriend who's at fault?

pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST.

wc: 990

fic note. you're just replacing travis basically. just wanted lottie angst.

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your heart feels numb as you lead lottie to the covered pit trap you started making a few days ago out of boredom, the dozens of stakes you carved over and over for your sibling's grave finally having a use.

you don't know when you decided that you're gonna kill your girlfriend. maybe it was when she took the opportunity to leave this place away from you. maybe it was when she held you back as the girls chased your younger sibling after they pulled the queen card, telling you that the Wilderness chose them for Its sacrifice and there was nothing you could do about it. maybe it was all the times you'd sneak away from sleeping with her and go to the place where you hid their bones, talking to them about how sorry you are.

you think it was after she curbed your chance at rescue that made you so angry at her. you finally had the opportunity to go home, to get away from this place and the reminder of your sibling that pains you every day. but lottie's also a reminder.

and while staring into the pit one night, you saw a vision of her bloody body at the bottom and felt all the stress and guilt leave your body.

in some twisted way, you think that maybe if lottie's gone, you can finally breathe. you don't know. all you know is that something is telling you that this is right, even despite the feeling in your stomach telling you that this is wrong.

you have to blame someone.

"what's wrong?" lottie calls from behind you, her concerned voice making you flush with unbridled anger. she steps closer to you, analyzing your blank face and clenched jaw. "tell me. you know i can help."

"can you?" you scoff bitterly, looking at her with disgust. if you were thinking clearly, you would've hated the way she sunk in on herself and made the most devastating frown. "all you do is ruin things. we could've gotten rescued, we could be home right now. how can you not understand that you're not helping?"

you look away from her sad face, guilt and anxiety eating away at your brain. you can't think correctly. all you can hear is the screams of your sibling yelling for you to help them, the feeling of lottie's hand keeping you from saving them burning your wrist like a mark you can't get rid of.

you mumble frantically to yourself, closing your eyes and tugging and scratching painfully at your hair as you try to make their screams stop. "i can't let you keep doing this... i can't. i can't."

"i'm sorry." her voice breaks you out of your daze, and lottie's heart aches at your anguished face glistening with tears. "i'm sorry." she repeats, stepping closer, her hand hovering out and waiting for you to give her the okay to touch you. "i just wanted you to see that they're still here with us."

you let out a choked sound, something between a scoff and a laugh as you look at her. your hands shake as you take them out of your pockets and clench them, itching to just grab her shoulders and push her into the pit. you can't believe her. i mean, you can, you know her better than anyone else, but really, fuck this. fuck her.

"it's bullshit. you're fuckin' bullshit, lottie." you spit, walking closer and getting up in her face. "they're not with us, they're fucking 10 feet in the ground because you killed them—because you didn't let me save them." you correct yourself, stabbing your finger harshly into her chest.

"the Wilderness chose," she says calmly which pisses you off even more. "i know you're angry, but denying the Wilderness-"

you push her shoulder and shout in irritation, your fingernails finding their way back into your hair and digging harshly into your scalp until you think you feel the skin break. you blink a few times, the world around you spinning and turning into a blur as you feel all the anger and sadness you've been keeping inside finally spill out.

"it's not real!" you yell, pushing her back to where you covered the pit with twigs and leaves, holding your breath as she stumbles back and lands on her ass. you feel your throat close up when she doesn't fall in and you drop to your knees, hands clutching your ears as you sob. "it's not real....it's not real."

lottie's by your side within seconds, combating your attempts to push her off as you scream for your sibling.

"no! get away." you elbow her in the chest to try and get her off of you, but you can't help but stop resisting as she cradles you in her arms and shushes you. "i miss them, i miss them so much." you weep, hand clutching tightly onto lottie's as you let everything out.

"i know, i know." she whispers softly, her thumb swiping across your hand to comfort you. "it's okay. i know you're mad at me. I'm sorry, i love you."

you grieve into her arms until you can't shed any more tears and until your throat can't produce any more screams. you're tired, slumped into lottie's body as you breathe heavily and sniff away your snot. pain racks through your body as you try to move your neck to look at her, eyes fluttering when you notice tear stains on her cheeks.

she smiles sadly at you, her hand coming up to softly grab your chin to pull you in for a short kiss. she scratches behind your ear before moving to stand up, and you shake your head and pull her back down.

"i don't wanna leave yet. can we just...can you just hold me here for a while?" you murmur, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. but you need lottie, you know that now.

[cyberclouddream]

Signs of Career Dissatisfaction

Aries in the 10th House (Cancer Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you’re stuck doing the same thing every day and can’t really take the lead. If work feels too slow or boring, it totally kills your vibe. When you’re not getting recognition for your ideas, it can feel pretty frustrating. Like, if you're in a role where you can’t make decisions or push your ideas forward, you might start daydreaming about something more exciting.

Taurus in the 10th House (Leo Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you don’t feel secure in your job or know what’s coming next. If you’re not building towards something stable, it can leave you feeling anxious. Plus, when your hard work goes unnoticed, it’s hard to keep your motivation up. For example, if you’re in a gig that’s always on shaky ground, you might be constantly worried about what’s next for you career-wise.

Gemini in the 10th House (Virgo Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you can’t be creative or share cool ideas. If your job feels repetitive and doesn’t challenge you, it can make you feel kind of stuck. When you’re not learning or growing, it’s easy to lose your enthusiasm. Like, if you're stuck in a position where you have to follow a strict routine, you might find yourself wishing for a job that lets you brainstorm and collaborate more.

Cancer in the 10th House (Libra Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when your coworkers feel more like strangers than friends. If the vibe at work is cold or just not supportive, it can leave you feeling isolated. When your job doesn’t have a purpose or you can’t make a difference, it can be pretty disheartening. For instance, if you’re working in a big company where no one really cares about each other, you might find yourself missing that sense of community and connection.

Leo in the 10th House (Scorpio Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when your efforts don’t get the recognition they deserve. If you can’t showcase your talents or inspire others, it’s like your shine gets dimmed. When you feel like your creativity isn’t valued, it can leave you feeling kind of off. For example, if you’re in a position where your ideas get overlooked, you might start looking for a place where you can really shine and get appreciated.

Virgo in the 10th House (Sagittarius Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you’re buried in details and can’t see the bigger picture. If your tasks feel boring and repetitive, it can zap your enthusiasm. Plus, if you’re not making an impact, you might start feeling like it’s time for a change. For example, if your daily tasks feel like busy work with no purpose, you might start wishing for a role that lets you make a real difference.

Libra in the 10th House (Capricorn Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when teamwork feels more like a dream than a reality. If you can’t form good connections with your coworkers, it can get pretty lonely. And if your job doesn’t align with your values, it’s hard to stay motivated. For instance, if you’re working in a competitive environment where everyone’s out for themselves, you might start longing for a more collaborative vibe where everyone helps each other out.

Scorpio in the 10th House (Aquarius Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when your passions are left unchallenged and your interests feel ignored. If your job seems shallow or doesn’t allow you to dig deeper, it can lead to boredom. When there’s no room for growth or exploration, you might start to wonder if this is really where you belong. For example, if your work feels too surface-level and doesn’t push you to grow, you might start looking for something that ignites your curiosity.

Sagittarius in the 10th House (Pisces Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you’re stuck in a rigid environment that doesn’t let you be yourself. If your job doesn’t allow for freedom and adventure, it can feel stifling. And when you can’t pursue your passions or contribute to something meaningful, you might feel restless. For instance, if you’re in a role where creativity is squashed and you can’t take risks, you might find yourself dreaming about a more adventurous career path.

Capricorn in the 10th House (Aries Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you’re not making any progress toward your goals. If your work feels chaotic or lacks direction, it can be super frustrating. If you’re not being challenged or given room to grow, it’s easy to feel stuck. For example, if you’re in a job where you don’t see any advancement opportunities, you might start thinking about moving on to something that offers more growth potential.

Aquarius in the 10th House (Taurus Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when your job feels too conventional, and your creative ideas are ignored. If you can’t be yourself or think outside the box, it can be really frustrating. When your work doesn’t align with your values, you might find yourself looking for something more fulfilling. For example, if you’re stuck in a role that’s all about following rules, you might start searching for a job that allows for more creativity and self-expression.

Pisces in the 10th House (Gemini Rising)

You feel dissatisfied with your professional life when you can’t find meaning in what you do. If your job feels disconnected from your values or you can’t express your creativity, it can leave you feeling empty. Plus, if the workplace isn’t supportive, it can be hard to stay engaged. For instance, if you’re in a corporate job that feels too rigid and unfeeling, you might start dreaming about a role that lets you follow your passions and be more true to yourself.

[karaaeilish]

౨ৎ bad, bad girl b. eilish. . .

౨ৎ g!p assassin!billie x target!reader ౨ৎ smut ` ౨ৎ warnings; sub top billie?? unprotected p in v, face sitting, gun play, murders mentions ౨ৎ wc; 1,8k

"god, you're pathetic," you smirk, eyes shamelessly roaming over billie, all pretty and sprawled across your bed. hands tied to the headboard with her own rope. a rope that was meant for you. but how quickly some things can go wrong.

she was here to kill you. just pull the trigger and disappear from your apartment without leaving a trace, like she always did. a perfect kill and no leads for the police. but this time, something went wrong. everything went wrong.

the problem was that you'd already crossed paths before. too many martinis in your system and seven shots of vodka in hers. hell, you didn't even bother driving to your apartment, greedily tearing each other's clothes off in her black tinted audi. no boundaries, no safe words, no rules; spanking, passion, greed, hands everywhere, tongues marking every inch of each other's skin. and then you're gone. and god, it pissed her off.

no trace of you for months to come, and an eternal ache between her legs because no pussy had ever been as sweet as yours.

"i fucking hate you" she spits out the harsh words, squirming on the bed and twitching her hands as if trying to free herself from your bonds. but you both knew she wanted it, she let you do it. for that reason, you can't help but let a chuckle escape your lips.

your gaze falls down to her pants, where her black top's pulled up slightly, revealing her toned stomach, the elastic of her red boxers, and a noticeable, strong erection that pulses beneath the strain of her baggy pants.

"maybe, but your dick clearly loves me" you tease, climbing onto the bed between her legs, and as much as billie denies it, she spreads her legs wider with more enthusiasm. your hands drop to the zipper of her pants, not opening it, just stroking the length through the fabric, feeling it get harder and billie get more impatient.

"fuck just—stop teasing" she says through clenched teeth, and you can feel the wall inside her crumble, and the real billie comes out. a sweet girl, ready to beg for hours just to feel your hands on her body.

but while she plays boss, you waste no time, leaning down and pinching the pull of her zipper, slowly pulling it down with your teeth. oh, she whined, trying to lift her hips, pushing them closer to your face.

"that's what i thought, bils. think with your dick, not your brain" words sound more sweet than harsh, and she bites her bottom lip in frustration, her hands clenching into fists above her head.

you finish with her pants, pulling them down to her ankles, taking a few seconds to stare at the wet spot that has formed on the fabric of her boxers before you get rid of them just as quickly.

dick's hard, engorged with thick veins running along its length. nine inches of pure pleasure. you stare and billie growls, blushing like a lovesick girl.

"stop looking and—" words are cut off in her throat as your fingertips circle her pre-cum stained tip. billie starts shaking instantly, letting out a heavy ragged breath as she swallows the drool that has built up.

your hand slowly moves around the thick length, making lazy strokes up and down as she lies there, cursing under her breath, hips bucking, seeking more friction.

"you're not getting anything unless you ask nicely, baby." you feign boredom with practiced skill, scooping up the chin with one hand as the other slowly works on her cock.

"you're such a bitch" your fingers squeeze the thick base, contrasting the soft strokes from before. "fuck—mommy!"

the nickname slips out before she can stop herself, and you smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to the sticky tip, then to her bare stomach. higher and higher until your lips are hovering over hers and she tries to lift herself up to reach them, but you pull away, standing completely off the bed.

shirt falls to the wooden floor, followed by your pants and bra. only red see-through panties, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"fuck" billie whispers under her breath, blue eyes wandering hungrily over your naked body, watching your every move carefully until you are on top of her again, your hands resting on her chest.

pathetic whines and strangled moans fill the room as you lower yourself slightly, letting your clothed pussy slide over her cock, feeling her wetness spread across the lace fabric.

"you're such a terrible worker, billie" you taunt, continuing to tease her even as you feel the arousal growing inside you exponentially. "just shut up and fuck me"

you watch her eyes roll back in her head, how much she's in pain, knowing that until she shows enough manners you won't give her more.

your hand reaches for her gun, fingers curling around it inexperiencedly, pressing the barrel to her cheek, then tracing it across her lips until she's trembling under your teasing. taking advantage of the moment her mouth opens, you press down, sliding the barrel between her plump lips, and she takes it gladly, sucking on it and coating the cold steel with her saliva.

"please, mommy" her voice is muffled as she shyly, quietly, but it's enough.

"it wasn't that hard, bils, mm?" weapon flies to the other side of the bed as your fingers reach for the edge of your underwear, pushing it aside, finally letting your sticky folds fall onto her cock, slowly lowering until the tip kisses your cervix.

moans in unison pierce your lungs, brows furrowing, lips parted, gulping air. you feel filled to the brim; she feels your walls hugging her.

“oh god, you’re so tight..!” she throws her head back, legs shaking from the sudden sensations filling her mind. “so fucking perfect”

you lean forward, hands on either side of her head, intense eye contact until you’re moving your hips, causing both of you to roll your eyes to the back of your heads, breathing heavily and moaning. "billie…"

name drives her crazy, eyebrows furrowing charmingly as she lets out a string of whines, biting her lip and trying to somehow reach your face to kiss you.

"need a kiss, baby?" you feel the first beads of sweat slowly start to trickle down your forehead, your hair sticking to your sticky skin. your pace quickens with each passing second, and billie can't help but start to lift her hips, pushing into your cunt at a breakneck pace, finally showing you something that could indicate her as a assassin and not a slut who's doing nothing but whine under your touch. she was really strong.

"please, please, kiss me—please!" she whispers the pleas like a mantra, really wanting to feel your lips on hers, and it's just impossible to refuse when she's so polite.

lips crash suddenly into each other with burning passion, biting, sucking, devouring. she moans and whines into your mouth, starting to shake like a wet puppy. wrists especially twitch in the iron cuffs, clanking and hitting the headboard every few seconds.

as soon as you break away, greedily gulping air, she looks straight into your eyes, as if she's about to fall apart. "i'm close, fucking close.."

you grin, not stopping your movements for a second, riding her cock. "damn, it's only been two minutes and you already want to cum?"

blue eyes roll back at your tone, but she's too lost in pleasure to play tough.

"mommy—please, i need to cum, cum inside you" her whole body starts shaking uncontrollably, and you can see how hard she's fighting to hold out for at least another half minute.

"mm, do you want to cum inside, baby? put your sweet babies in me?" you growl somewhere into her neck, and immediately feel how furiously she nods, starting to be especially noisy. and you just have to let her. you just need to feel her deep inside.

her body tenses up, more like a rock, and her mouth doesn't shut, screaming a million "thank yous", guttural hoarse moans flying from her lips. thick streams of hot cum cover your walls, painting your insides white.

"fuck" the feeling is dizzying, you fall onto her chest, breathing heavily and clutching the fabric of her top.

but billie's insatiability quickly made itself known as soon as she caught her breath.

"i need you to sit on my face" your eyes widen. "what?"

"i said i need you to sit on my fucking face" she says firmly but shyly, looking down at you as you rise up again to see her face. "please, i just need to make you come, i wanna make you feel good"

you've never jumped up so fast, reaching for the key on the nightstand to uncuff her handcuffs, pressing quick kisses to her reddened wrists. "you're so greedy"

"you're just too sweet" she slides down so she's completely horizontal. hands immediately go to your hips, slapping and squeezing the tender flesh as you lower yourself onto her face. trying to act like she's in charge now. sweet.

as soon as your pussy is level with her already outstretched tongue, she dives in. licking the wet folds hungrily, feeling your sweet arousal. tongue entering the tight hole, making you scream, one hand grabbing a handful of her dark hair, the other gripping the headboard to keep from falling.

"mm, fuck, so perfect" she moans between your legs, becoming more insatiable until her head is shaking, devouring that pussy messily and sloppily, until it's running down her face, dripping onto the already ruined sheets.

your moans never stop, despite the aching pain in your throat. you know you'll come out hoarse, but it doesn't matter when her fingers join her tongue, perfectly filling your tight pussy.

"fuck!" a moan, more like a scream, cuts through the damp air, and you double over, feeling perfectly filled once again.

"right—right there, baby…" her tongue never slows, with one goal in mind — to feel you cum on her tongue. she really didn't need anything else. just to feel your sweet taste.

your orgasm builds in minutes, given the way she constantly stimulates your clit, wrapping her lips around it and swirling her tongue like she was made for your pussy.

you come with her name on your tongue, and billie moans even louder, finally feeling you dripping down her lips, her chin, her cheeks. and she doesn't let a single drop go to waste, swallowing all of your release.

"damn.." you literally fall onto the bed next to her, head moving to her shoulder as you look down and notice that she's hard again. so hard. you chuckle, pushing yourself up on your elbow, and reaching for her cock with your free hand to cup the sticky head.

"another round, baby?"

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[metalnchains]

He’s staring again. Even with one earbud in, music blaring, and a turned back, you know he’s boring holes into your back. Why he’s here terrorizing you is beyond you. You’ve never addressed him by the wrong rank, never bumped into him, never spoken out of turn to your knowledge. To your remembrance your longest conversation was whether or not he and his team had had a good flight over here, nothing offensive about that right? So why he’s once again chosen to sit here in a hard plastic chair that’s far too small for his hulking frame is a mystery. You know it’s his choice now. You’d interrogated Kate after the first time. She was wholly amused by your plight apparently, assuring you he wasn’t a threat to you. He was just…like that apparently. His team always comes in boisterous, happy to be on flat ground and in good company with Kate and the captain leading. The captain is always polite but distant. He and Kate always seem to need to get down to business quickly to help ease the weight on their shoulders. Being at the top came with heavy burdens. The sergeants are more chatty. They’re quick with a quip for you, or a light hearted jab for the other sergeant before heading into the conference room. He’s always the last to enter building, massive, intimidating, and silent. The first time he entered he’d stared at you with furrowed brows as you greeted the small crowd. His stare cut through any lighthearted chatter on the tip of your tongue. Scuttling back to the desk and starting on those end of quarter reports seemed a much safer option than standing there waiting for any orders from Kate. And it would have been a perfect plan…If he hadn’t stayed outside the conference room on guard duty not even ten feet away from you. No words, no acknowledgment just that god awful staring. Your polite attempts at small talk eventually petering out into embarrassed paper shuffling. Now you can say you’re almost used to it. It’s still unnerving to catch the skull out of the corner of your eye. Or steal a glance at just how deep and dark his eyes are. But at least he’s stopped trying to kill you with his furrowed eyebrows. His expression has smoothed out to boredom instead of unease, and mistrust. Your best guess is that the sound of a keyboard, and a stapler just aren’t much of a threat. Whatever it was you’re thankful.

You’ve started to bring them coffee for their meetings. The puffy rings under their eyes noticeable. Your hands nearly shake when you bring him a cup for the first time. Sitting at your desk feels easier and less heavy now that you’ve gone and approached him successfully, even if he’s not moving to actually take a drink. You feel accomplished, like a little kid brave enough to go and check for monsters all by themselves instead of asking an adult to do it for them. You have to stifle a laugh with a cough at how comically small the little styrofoam cup looks in his massive hand. Almost like a child’s toy teacup. He takes his coffee black. You’ve only seen him drink a sip or two in the several times they’ve been here over the last few months. But he’s never reached for the creamer or sugar you always leave on the chair next to him. He’s started to nod at you when you hand him the cup. When his finger tips had brushed yours the last time you handed him his cup it had felt like a spark. You’d almost said sorry to him for touching him, it was so unexpected. His fingers had been warm though. Warm and slightly rough with callouses. Winter was the worst. With the end of the year looming the workload you and everyone else were expected to complete become more and more. Your poor wrists were taking the brunt of it. The ache was getting harder and harder to ignore, and lifting them to stretch or rub at the aching muscles was only getting you so far. Still the reports, spread sheets, and now frequent coffee runs didn’t let up. The 141 had been here for nearly 2 weeks now. Meeting with Kate and god knows how many other people all over base. The lieutenant’s stare hadn’t even registered in your frazzled brain as you tried to survive these damned reports. He’s never approached your desk before today. Never even come close to stepping behind it. But today he’s leaning over your chair, nearly touching you. His body heat is radiating out warming you quicker than the ancient central heating in this building could ever dream of. With a grumbled “can’t sit ‘ere watching ya break yer wrists luv” he placed a wrist rest by your keyboard. His face is so close when you turn. You’re close enough to see the brown of his eyes, and that they’re crinkled a bit like he’s amused at your warming cheeks. They’re deeper than you’d ever glimpsed in your periphery, but they’re so very warm.

Suddenly having him stare at you with those eye of his doesn’t seem so bad.

[altacctforastarion]

Under the desk

So I had a thought, what if you lead the spawns with Astarion but he’s like ��actually can you handle like all of it. I just want to chill and go do things when you tell me to.” And so, you being the leader of the Underdark while Astarion plays housewife (kind of) and talks to people for you/goes out on his own to get things or whatever was born. And then I was like, what if he was horny and you were busy and he ate you out under the desk while you worked? What if someone barged in, rude as hell, angry that you were in charge and not him, demanding to speak with him, and he just moves your chair, climbs out from under the desk and lets the guy have it after wiping his mouth?

Also ignore the vampires can’t go in homes uninvited rule for the sake of porn pls and thank you.

Warnings: 18+, mdni (you’ll be blocked on sight. I check my likes/reblogs/follows constantly.), oral sex, you ride him in your office chair, kinda exhibitionism, he kills a guy, you have sex while he’s all bloody and the body is in the room, Hot angry Astarion being a sub just for you, praise kink, aftercare not super included but it is referenced a bit and with all my fics just assume it happens 🤷🏻

You’d woken up to his lips and tongue on your neck, and assumed he’d been feeding, but the lack of pain disproved that quickly. “Astarion?” You question, groggily, your mind still in between sleep and consciousness. He’s clearly been using his skills in stealth, because his body is on top of you, his arms framing your head while his face is buried in your neck.

“Good morning, darling, I’ve missed you. You slept for so long,” He doesn’t move away as he speaks, his lips brushing against your skin, and the kisses and licking resuming, and one of your hands comes up to stroke his hair, tracing the pointed tip of his ear occasionally. It’s true, you’d slept in a bit in preparation for the day. Making deals with a multitude of groups meant sending and receiving a multitude of letters, revising plans constantly to do the very best for your little slice of the Underdark.

“There will be plenty of time for all of this when I’m done with what I need to do, but the list keeps growing and I need to get started. I’ll wash your hair tonight, if that will make it up to you? Use that nice soap I bought when I went topside last?” You already feel heat stirring in your stomach from how he’s lavishing your neck with attention, and you’ve woken up enough to register the hard bulge of his cock against your pelvis.

“If you want to make it up to me, indulge me now,” He pouts against your neck, and you can’t decide if it’s an invitation or a demand, as his hips roll just slightly, pressing his cock against you despite already knowing what your answer will be. Not that you mind, of course. You’d encouraged him to be open about what he wants, sexual or otherwise, and he’ll always respect a no you actually mean and won’t be wavered upon.

“I’m sorry, love, my schedule is clear this afternoon and tomorrow. And I’m not taking visitors today, so you can stay with me in the office if you want? Keep me company? Maybe help me with plans?” You laugh as you speak, and one of his fangs pokes into your neck, not enough to pierce or hurt, as a show of disapproval before he sits up, on his knees between your legs.

“Fine. I’ll sit with you, but I won’t be helping with plans. That’s your job, I am lucky enough to only need to do some talking and rule enforcement as needed. Both things I enjoy, of course.”

“Of course,” you sit up and kiss him, and he wastes no time before pulling you onto his lap, feeling a smile on his lips when you let out a giggle, “Mm, more of this later. I promise.”

—

To his credit, despite being horny and clingy, he brings you water and burnt breakfast to eat while you work before sitting on the edge of your desk instead of the chairs across from you or the seat just for him next to you, and chatting with you while you respond to letters, keeping his boredom contained for longer than you’d thought he would.

“Darling, do you still want my help?”

“Certainly, I’ve got plans for some shops that need built somewhere, plenty of letters that need responses, where would you like to start?” You don’t actually think he’ll actually help, of course, but you smile up at him anyways. His hands touch either side of your face, and he’s eyeing your pulse.

“You’re still excited from this morning. Why don’t you let me help with that?” He leans down, lips inches from yours, but the hands on your face don’t let you lean in, expecting a response from you. He’s right, of course, it’s been a struggle to focus on your tasks instead of thoughts of his body under yours, the sounds that leave him when you sink down on him slow- no, no you can’t focus on that now. His lips widen into a wolfish grin, and you know he’s picked up on your pulse, perhaps even your scent.

“I’d love to go to bed with you, beautiful, but I really need to get these done today. Just a few more hours if I’m fast.”

He sighs out his disappointment, and starts to pull away without kissing you, but your hands catch on his shirt and pull him down, one coming up behind his head to help you deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Astarion moans into the kiss, and the hands on your face begin to travel as he moves without breaking the kiss, sitting closer to you on the edge of your desk. You bite his lip and pull back, and he almost falls onto you while trying to chase your lips, his hands slapping your desk to regain his balance.

“Just a little break? Slip away for an hour or so?” His voice is pleading, hands reaching for you again, but you sit back in your seat, leaning away from him.

“We just took a break, love,” you can’t help but to tease him, watching him deflate, “Now either go back where you were of get off of my desk, I need to work.”

Astarion’s red eyes light up, and he pushes your chair back, ignoring when you question him as he drops to his knees in front of you, moving backwards into the space under your desk, his hands going to your thighs and drawing you in until you can barely see him. “Will this help you work, my love?”

You look down in surprise, “What?”

“Well, I just thought maybe you’d want some relief, with how fast your heart is beating, and this way you can finish your work. What do you say, darling?”

The arrogance in his tone annoys you, and you’ve half a mind to kick him out of the office entirely, to tell him to go find his own relief and leave you alone, not wanting to let him win you over, but it’s too late, you’ve been won, and all you can do now is make your next move to regain the control you’d planned on having. You reach down and grab his hands, bringing them under your skirt, feeling him grab your underwear to pull it off of you but keeping his hands still, “Fine. But you’ll do as I say, or you’ll go somewhere else and wait for me to be done.”

You feel his hands tighten around your underwear, “Yes, of course, love. Whatever you say. May I?” It’s not often that he’s submissive, and that makes his request for permission that much sweeter, a special treat just for you, a beautiful man between your legs under your desk while he trusts you with not just his body, but the leadership of more than seven thousand of his kind as well as himself.

You give him the affirmative, and your hand finds its way into his hair, burying into his curls after he’s removed your underwear. You pull just slightly, and he makes a pleased humming sound beneath you, “Go slow, and don’t distract me. Keep your hands on my thighs, I’ll touch you later when I have the time.”

“Of course, darling.” Astarion sounds eager, head already moving towards you, pulling his own hair in the process, and you wonder how obedient he’ll be as you let go of his hair and pick up your quill. You feel him move closer, the hands he puts on your thighs pulling you in, and you feel his hot breath on your pussy, but his tongue touches your thigh instead, licking and kissing, teasing you. You allow it, though your thighs tense in anticipation everytime he moves.

You focus back on your work, reading over the letter you’re responding to and trying to rearrange your thoughts, resuming your writing, and the second your quill starts to scratch on your parchment his tongue finds your clit. You gasp, and his hands tighten around you, tongue moving against you slow as you’d asked and it’s deliciously agonizing. You fight the urge to buck against him, or to drop your quill and grab his hair, to pull him against you and make demands until you’re dripping and sated, instead you try to think of a good response to a proposed agreement, your free hand clenching on top of your desk.

—

Astarion dares to suck your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it lightly and relishing in the low moan he gets in response. Your thighs tense under his hands and when he speeds up his movements your hips jerk towards him as you gasp, and he’d really planned on slowing back down but how can he? With your taste on his tongue and the little sounds you’re making, it’s impossible really, so instead he keeps going faster, and he hears you drop your quill before he feels the hand in his hair, pulling him back.

“I told you to go slow, beautiful. And here I thought you were going to be good for me.” He hears your voice above him, stern but shaky, and he’s glad you can’t see the way he smiles, proud of himself at how he has you wavering. He does want to be good, however, craving your praise and needing you to be pleased enough to keep your promise of taking care of him later.

“I must have forgotten, apologies, my love. Let me make it up to you.” He practically purrs and he hears you laugh, amused and breathless.

“Be good and remember this time.” There’s no humor in your voice, and he knows you’ll make good on your threats of kicking him out. You let go of his hair and he hears you pick up your quill again as he goes back to his task, licking into you slowly, long languid strokes against your core. Your body tenses under his hands, and then you melt as he works you, hips occasionally bucking before your body relaxes again.

He fights the urge to speed up when you moan, your thighs shaking around his head, his grip on you tightening as he thinks about how easy it would be to keep you still long enough for you to finish, but the craving for your approval wins, and though the grip remains the same, so does his slow pace.

Astarion’s falls into a peaceful state, licking you how you’ve asked, his head resting against your thigh, the joys of obedience taking the shape of your free hand going to his hair, petting his curly hair, and your voice above him, “Good boy, doing so well for me. I’m almost done now, just a few more things to do. When I’m on the last one, I’ll let you make me cum.”

He whines, wanting to make you cum now, but he so desperately wants your approval, so he flicks his tongue against your clit, slow firm licks from your entrance up, and your thighs twitch in time with him.

—

You’re close to your release, but you need more constant stimulation, and he’s done as you’ve asked, keeping you so close to the edge but not pushing you over. You grip his hair, not enough to hurt, but he moans his approval, and you a shiver trails up your spine at the feeling.

But then you hear rapid knocks on your front door, along with an angry voice, “I need to speak with you, I’ve waited long enough, and I’m sick of it!”

The spawns name evades you, but you know the man. A fool who’s been angry ever since Astarion told everyone you’ll be handling more of his share of leadership. He’d tried to run for a position on the council, but he’d gotten few votes, and voiced his suspicions of you tampering with the election. You’d thought about it, honestly, but it hadn’t been needed in the end.

“I’m coming in! You are not too important to listen to me, no matter what you believe!” You hear the doorknob turning before you can do anything, and then footsteps march towards your office, and you realize there’s no good way to get Astarion out from under your desk before the man reaches the second door you should have locked, the first being the front door, just in case anyone had ignored the office hours listing as the fool had.

Astarion stops his licking, and you feel him draw back, his head resting on your lower thigh, and his thumbs move on your skin in what you think is supposed to be soothing. It helps, only slightly, but your heart still races as the man opens the door to your office and barges in.

“I know you rigged the election. Everyone wanted me on the council. How dare you?” Fool, as you’ve decided to call him, accuses you, red faced and angry, standing in the doorway.

“I did no such thing. Did you speak to all of the, what do we have now? Close to seven thousand, five hundred others, or did you just decide that everyone wanted you? Get out of my home, office hours are closed today.” Your voice comes out a lot more cold than you thought you were capable of, and Astarion gives your thighs a proud squeeze, and then, he leans back in, his tongue immediately finding your clit, and he starts to lick you again, slow and silent.

You bite back the sounds you’d make, and stare the man down instead, hoping he would leave. Instead, Fool glowers at you, “I didn’t need to, everyone is talking about how incompetent you are, and how someone needs to take your place, if Astarion is going to allow you to take his. Where is he anyways? What have you demanded he do while you take his job?”

Astarion’s nails dig into your thighs, and you feel anger radiating from him, but his tongue continues to work you, as if he’s unbothered, keeping his slow pace on your sensitive clit.

“Gods, you’re pathetic. I didn’t take his job, and you won’t be taking mine. Astarion is busy doing his job right now,” His hands squeeze you, and his thumbs resume their soothing patterns, apparently pleased with his job, “and I am doing mine. Get out of my home, Fool. I’m not going to spend my time arguing with a power-hungry man who barges into homes to accost the residents.”

Fool laughs without humor, and turns to look over shoulder as he yells, “Astarion! Come get your dog so we can speak like men!”

Astarion pushes your chair back slowly, and you look down at him, eyes wide. He smirks up at you, face full of rage, face still wet, and moves out from beneath your desk, standing and turning to face Fool, who looks impossibly more pale, clearly not thinking your partner would hear him, and obviously not knowing he’d been in the room at all. He raises his hands and starts to back away as Astarion starts to walk towards him, surprisingly calm steps for a man ready to kill.

“I’m sorry, I had no idea that-“

Astarion cuts him off, his voice harsh, “That I could hear you calling my partner a dog? That you walked into my house to berate my partner while thinking I was away?” He stops walking, a foot away from the man, and wipes his face with the back of his arm, the man watches his arm move, flinching, and fails to notice Astarion’s other hand going for the blade you know he’s placed in the wall behind a painting of the two of you. The painting falls to the ground as Astarion quickly puts the dagger to the man’s throat, shoving him into the doorframe with his other hand.

The man’s voice is small as he cowers, “They said you were doing your job. I didn’t know you were here or I would never-“

He’s cut off once again, this time with a deceptively genuine seeming laugh from Astarion, “I was doing my job, which you so rudely interrupted, by the way. And you shouldn’t have entered my home whether I was here or not, and you certainly shouldn’t have spoken to them that way. You’ve made a mistake- what was it you called him, darling?” He looks at you over his shoulder, and his eyes soften just slightly when he sees you.

“Fool. I can’t remember his name, Fool seemed fitting.”

Astarion throws you a smile before turning back to the man, “Ah, yes. Fool. Very fitting, don’t you think, Fool? Shut up, that was rhetorical, I don’t want to hear your voice unless it’s an apology.”

Fool looks up at him, and makes to speak, before he realizes it’s not Astarion he should apologize to, looking at you, pleading with his eyes and his voice, “I’m sorry. Please, tell him to spare me. I’ll leave, you’ll never see me again, I swear.”

“Oh, no. You didn’t want me to call the shots, remember? So I won’t, Astarion can do what he likes, just like you wanted.”

The man’s throat is slit as soon as you’re done speaking, and Astarion lets him fall, blood staining the pretty rug you’d picked out only a month ago. “On the rug? You couldn’t have gotten him into the hallway?”

“I’ll get you a new one, or maybe someone can get the stain out? I don’t know, it’s bloody now and if you’re willing, I’d very much like for you to cum.” He looks at you, blood splatter on his face, eyes dark with lust though you can sense the anger still boiling within.

“Fine, I’ll finish the last of the plans the day after tomorrow. I suppose you were very good, getting rid of my problems for me. Come here, beautiful, have your reward.”

He walks over to you quickly, and starts to drop to his knees but you stand before he can, pulling him into a kiss, blood transferring from his cheek to yours. Your leg slides between his, your body pressing against his hardening cock, and you rock against him. He moans into your mouth, his tongue pressing against your lips, asking for permission. When you grant it the kiss becomes tongue and teeth, and your hands find his hips, urging him to grind against you.

When he’s hard you pull back and he whines, but stays where he was, “My good boy, you’ve been lovely. Ask for what you want, beautiful.”

His eyes close for a second, and you watch his face and ears tint with pink as he speaks, submission like this is far from a second nature, and though he enjoys it thoroughly, it’s not hard to have him flustered, “I want to make you cum. Please. Then I want to be inside of you, however you want me.”

“You don’t want to cum first?” You tease, knowing the answer, and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t respond with the attitude you expect, instead he drops to his knees, and looks up at you expectantly. One hand goes to his hair and the other on his jaw, pulling his head back, “How do you want to make me cum, Astarion?”

“However you want, I just want you to cum, please. I already wanted that, but the way you spoke to that man- I just want to please you, please let me.” He sounds desperate, and you really shouldn’t keep teasing him, it’s unfair, but you do anyways.

“Oh, that’s very sweet, but I asked you how you wanted to do it. You should find an answer, or I’ll make myself cum while you kneel and watch. I want to hear you ask for it.” You give his head a little shake, the way one would play with a dog, and a shiver runs through him.

—

You look beautiful like this, standing above him, holding him this way, commanding his obedience. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else, but there’s something so thrilling of submitting to you, something so rewarding about the praise and touches you give him.

He sighs, flustered and turned on, and so very impatient, “I want to use my mouth again, please darling? Sit down and let me make you cum.”

“How nice of you to ask,” you taunt, “of course you can.”

You take a seat and his head is beneath your skirt immediately, his hands returning to your thighs and his nails biting into your skin. Astarion licks you fast this time, chasing your praise, chasing the reward of hearing the sounds you’ll make. His tongue flicks against your clit rapidly, applying light suction, and he moans against you when your hands grip his hair, pulling him in and grinding your face against him.

Your breathing picks up, your hips jerk against him, and he knows your close when you moan his name and keep his head still, his tongue working your clit with precision. You cum with a cry, and he licks up the wetness, savoring your taste and working you until you pull him away.

“Stand up, beautiful.” He does as he’s told, watching you catch your breath, your head thrown back and your eyes closed, and barely stops himself from touching his cock, just to get some relief.

When you’ve recovered, still red-faced and panting, you stand and go for his pants, struggling with the laces until he unties them for you, and pulling them down to his knees before urging him to sit. He looks up at you, eager and wanting, glad now more than ever that you’d picked such a large chair. He’d make fun of you at the time, but now he gets the appeal, as you remove your skirt and press your cunt against his mostly untouched cock, your knees on either side of his hips.

—

He groans beneath you, and you pull back a bit, just to watch his desperate, pleading eyes find yours, before you go back to how you were, grinding against him gently. His hands go to your hips, holding tight but not attempting to move or rush you. “Please, darling?”

Astarion’s voice is strained, and you relish in your control over him, smiling down at him and cupping his jaw, “So good if you to ask.”

His body tensed as you reach between your bodies, hand encircling his cock and lining it up with your entrance, rubbing it against yourself for a moment and letting out a little moan as you feel his hands clench tighter around you, maybe even leaving bruises on your hips. You sink down slowly, and when he’s inside you fully, you drop your head on his shoulder and listen to the whine he lets out.

“My pretty good boy, do you want to cum now?” You kiss his neck, sweet and kind despite your teasing.

“Please let me, my love.”

“Of course, beautiful. You’ve earned it.” You lick a stripe up his neck and watch him shake, before you start riding him, sparing both of you the teasing and moving your body with vigor, listening to his choked gasps and moans and whispering praise in his ear, the head of his cock ramming into that spot inside of you and causing your thighs to tremble. You won’t last long, too high strung, too sensitive after your previous orgasm.

“B-bite me, please, love.” He stumbles over his words, half from pleasure, half from the rare request, and you oblige him immediately, biting down lightly on the unscarred side of his neck, and you feel as he moans, his arms wrapping around you and his hips thrusting up into you. The angle change has you gasping, and you bite down harder as you cum around him, not breaking skin but certainly leaving a mark.

He lets out a cry, and cums inside of you, hips jerking upwards with no real pace or direction, a little whimper in his throat from the sensitivity as you continue to move on his cock, riding out your own orgasm.

—

The two of you clean eachother up and return to bed, his arm around your waist to guide you on your shaking legs. When you lay down he pulls you to him immediately, demanding your attention as if you hadn’t given him plenty all day, but you aren’t complaining.

As you both start to doze, a nap in the near future, you remember the body in your office, “You’ll need to get rid of Fool, and you promised we’d get a new rug, can we go tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll remove our unwelcome guest, and we can go find a new rug tomorrow, but you did promise no work tomorrow, and that you’d give me plenty of attention, don’t forget.”

“How could I ever forget the demanding vampire that goes under my desk when he isn’t getting enough attention?” You ask, laughing, and he pulls you in for a kiss, a smile on his lips.

[mellowwillowy]

CW: A literal Serial Killer, obv gore description.

Yan! Serial Killer who didn't expect to fall head over heels for you, his supposed next victim. Don't get him wrong, he still wishes he could just yank those eyeballs out of your eye sockets and dip them into his cup of tea but he will refrain from doing so, just yet.

Yan! Serial Killer who loves to hide under your bed and waits for you to either fall asleep, stay up like a bat, or do your business. He's savoring every little noise you make like a fine wine.

Yan! Serial Killer who will actually stay in your home like he lives in it. Won't hesitate to make himself a dinner if you are a heavy sleeper (can always just knock you out with sleeping pills). That said he will also shower in your home, savoring the scent of the products you are using

Yan! Serial Killer who actually helps you in one way or another! Oh goodie, you ran out of soap! Here, let him refill it for you. Wait, you got a stain on your shirt. tsk tsk tsk, this will do justice. Hm? Are we running out of eggs? A visit to the market will solve the problem!

Yan! Serial Killer who loves to collect the eyeballs of anyone who dares to look at you for more than 5 seconds adoringly. He's lucid enough to differentiate which one to be spared and which one is not.

Yan! Serial Killer who almost squeals happily when you acknowledge him indirectly. "Perhaps my fairy godmother has finally come to help me," you quoted.

Yan! Serial Killer who can't help but stroke one out on your sleeping figure, his hand lifting your pajama up to reveal your chest. He will go as far as to rub his cock against your sex then whoops, plunge it into your hole <3

Yan! Serial Killer who contemplates whether he should cum inside you or not. One thing leads to another, and he chooses not to (It's rather troublesome to wash you up so he just came inside your mouth <3

!! Gore Warning !! (You don't have to read it if you are not a fan of it, nb: Cannibalism and Necrophilia + Backstory)

Yan! Serial Killer who somehow adores the idea of gutting you and feeling your innards, tasting how your heart beats against his tongue, or playing with guts as though he is making dough.

Yan! Serial Killer who adores you so much that he won't stop rutting against you, fucking you despite your state, cold and unmoving. Dead. He might even treat himself by burying himself deep in your guts huh?

Yan! Serial Killer who will not let death separate you two. Didn't you know that the reason he fell for you? Ah, you didn't know why he is branded as a serial killer too right?

Erickson is a man of wonder, due to his upbringing as the first heir of an infamous dukedom, he has been spoiled rotten with everything he has always wanted.

Nonetheless, he feels like he has never even once been given what he truly wanted because the supposed first heir is supposed to be his twin brother, Noel, who came out first.

In the mansion where his family resided, there was a servant who caught his twin brother's heart. A girl, or a boy? He pondered. It appeared that you were an orphan that his mother took in out of pity for your state.

It was not love nor fascination. It was the urge to take and destroy what Noel possessed and adored. And this kept going even until the three of you grew up as adults.

He would do anything to tarnish his brother's life, his position, his honor, and his beloved. That would also include you, his unrequited lover whom he accidentally met during his killing spree.

It was boredom that killed him and killing people kept him away from boredom. But you? You surely would not fail to ease his boredom for you were whom his brother longed for. And what Noel longed for would be what Erickson longed for as well, alas loving you in his stead.

[alastor-simp]

Slow Dance With You - Sylus x Fem Reader

♦︎ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜- 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

♦︎ 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎- 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

♦𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜- 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝙽109 𝚉𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

♦𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜- 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 2, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 :)

♦𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝- 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 -> @adornedwithlight

"Yawnnnnn." Opening your mouth like a fish, you sounded out your boredom, as your body laid against the large leather couch in the living room. You were in the Onychinus base, located in the N109 zone, having been invited by Sylus himself to converse with one another, only for him to be called away for an important call, leaving you alone for a bit. It saddened you that he had to go, but you knew he was an important man, being the leader and all. The two of you had gotten closer ever since your first encounter in the N109 zone, with him erasing the man in front of you with his Evol. The way about him irked you, since you believed he was the cause for the explosion that killed your loved ones. It soon came to be that he was never the cause, making you feel extremely horrible for pinning it on him, the extreme hate for him evaporating without a trace.

He had declared the two of you as "besties", but over time, something else had sprouted between the both of you. His sassy remarks and cute nicknames were growing on you, face becoming flushed whenever he called you "kitten." His demeanor around you had changed as well, his once cold eyes filled with warmth whenever you were around, devilish smirk morphing into a kind smile that could melt your heart. The relationship between the two of you was becoming complicated, not so much friends but no lovers either, it frustrated you, wanting to become closer with him, yet fearing it at the same time since the both of you were enemies.

Stretching your legs, you removed yourself from the couch, heading towards the door, leading to the long hallway. You might as well go explore a bit, since sitting around doing nothing was getting tiring. There were many rooms in the base, each reflecting a lot of Sylus's personality, one room containing a gym where he worked out, another room filled with vinyls showing his love for music. Picking a random door, you grasped the handle, opening it slowly to peak inside.

The room was dimly lit, only source of light coming from the window and the lamp that was lit. Books were layered in stacks, on the floor and in the shelves. Various instruments were in random places in the room, spotting a violin and a beautiful elegant piano in the center

Stepping inside, you took the whole room in, until your eyes locked back onto the piano. It was crafted perfectly, figuring Sylus must have spent a fortune for a piano like this. Lifting up the board, fingers traced along the keys, pressing down to allow a note to echo throughout the whole room. It has been a while since you have ever played a piano before, remembering how much you enjoyed it when you were little. Sitting on the chair, you took a deep breath, hands hovering over the keys, until they pressed down, a soothing melody playing out. As you carried on playing, your body swayed with the music, mouth opening to sing.

🎶𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘴

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰��

𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?

𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘐'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷e

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶🎶

Finishing the last note, your song was finished, leaving you pleased. Sounds of clapping came from behind you, making you turn, seeing a tall figure standing at the door. It was Sylus leaning against the door frame, crimson eyes gazing at you while wearing his signature smirk. "Didn't know you could sing, kitten." Flustered that he had caught you, you turned away from him. "You never asked." You said, hands motioning to close the top board, covering the piano keys again. Footsteps thudded behind you, indicating that Sylus was walking closer. A hand had motioned to grab your chin, allowing him to observe you. "Acting shy now, are we?" He was teasing you, making you put your hands on his chest, pushing him back. "Stop messing with me." You said, eyes glaring at him. Appearing apologetic, Sylus patted your head, "I'm not teasing you, sweetie. Your singing was incredibly angelic. I quite enjoyed it" His eyes soften, hand going from your chin to trace your cheek. Blushing harder, you dropped your head down, feeling more embarrassed then before, "Thanks."

Sylus chuckled, his cold eyes staring at you warmly, something not many got to see when they met the Onychinus leader. Recalling the lyrics of the song, he had an important question to ask you. "So? Who is it?" Eyeing him with confusion, you pondered what he meant. Noticing your confusion, Sylus decided to expand his question, "Who is the person you want to slow dance with, sweetie?" Oh, that's what he meant, the only answer you could provide him was a shrug, saying the song wasn't really dedicated to anyone, just something you came up with in the moment. Sylus, removing his hands from you, stood straight, eyes looking down at you. "Well, do you want to?" Sylus bowed, hand held in front of you, waiting for you to take it.

His actions stunned you, not expecting him to do this. "You want to slow dance? With me?" Sylus narrowed his eyes, "Do you see someone else here in the room, sweetie? Besides, it wouldn't be the first time we danced." Recalling the mission from the past, you remembered that you had slowed dance before, but that was part of the mission, wasn't it. "That was different back then...um..." Unable to word how you felt, you casted your eyes down. His narrow eyes soften, "Well this won't be like back then, and I want to dance with you." Looking back at him, you saw how tender his gaze was, showcasing how sincere he was. Pushing back the feelings of unease, you agreed, placing your hand in his.

Smiling further, Sylus pulled you closer, hand placed against your waist, face getting closer to his chest. You flushed, but kept it cool, motioning one of your hands to his shoulder. His Evol had appeared, flowing to a record player that was on the other side of the room, allowing soft classical music to play. The both of you then began to sway to the rhythm, yet you were a bit tense, not being a really good dancer, afraid you would step on his shoes. "Heh, relax kitten. It's just you and me here." Sylus gave you a sincere smile, hoping it would be enough to calm you down. "Sorry....I don't want to step on your shoes." You looked down below, monitoring your feet, hoping they wouldn't step on top of his. Stopping for a second, he inched his face closer, forehead pressing against yours. "My shoes are not important right now. The only thing important is the both of us dancing together."

Your heart felt like it was gonna beat out of its chest, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. Only he could make you feel like this. Smiling up at Sylus, you nuzzled your forehead back against his, causing him to chuckle. The dancing continued, the tense feelings disappearing without a trace. Leaning in, you placed your head against his chest, wanting to be closer to him, allowing you to hear his heartbeat. Sylus didn't utter a word at your actions, smiling more at how adorable you were, his hand on your waist pulling you closer. After awhile, the record player had ceased playing, yet the two of you remained in the same position, slow dancing to your heart's content, never wanting it to end

-END-

[andcars]

[ 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 ] Mondays in Monaco

premise. being carlos' girlfriend means getting dragged along the limelight. you're invited to a sponsor's event and the two of you split for a moment. a moment is a long enough of a time for his jealousy to strike up

tags #ㅤjealousy, making out, posessiveness, semi-public display of affection wc #ㅤ 1.1k

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The hum of the crowd buzzed in your ears. It was a busy night for both you and Carlos, needing to nurse in some sponsors for the season. You stand near the open bar, a completely full glass of red wine in hand. You’re used to these functions by now, tonight was nothing different. Almost so, anyway. 

Carlos is rather busy. The lights catch the glint of Carlos’s eyes every time he glances your way. You'd think it was worrying about your boredom but it was something else. Perhaps it’s the persistent man who had been hovering at your side for the past twenty minutes, his charm falling just short of genuine.

“So, you’re not interested in Formula 1 at all?” he asks, leaning in a little too close, his breath tinged with whiskey.

You forced a polite smile. Not everyone gets it, you reminded yourself. In fact, more people have just assumed you know nothing of the sports. “Not my favourite sport,” you replied, “much more of a basketball person or wrestling. Carlos has made me deepen my love for F1, though.”

Your gaze drifts over his shoulder to where Carlos was deep in conversation with a group of sponsors. He looks back and a laughs fall short on him.  “Ah, Sainz. Lucky guy.” He takes a sip of his drink, his eyes locking back on yours. There's a strange confidence glowing from him, it's terrible. “But sometimes, it’s nice to get a little attention of your own, isn’t it?”

Whatever that meant.

“I’m good, actually,” you told him. Your drink suddenly seems even more unappetising than it was earlier. He doesn't seem to get the point that you're not interested in this conversation. “You’re from HP, right? That's nice. Must have more important things than listening to the WAG talk about the wrong sports.”

He laughs. It sounds like grazing. “Nothing more important, don't worry, girl,” oh God, “You think you’re up to some drinking?”

Before you could respond (an insult was on your tongue), a familiar presence materialised at your side. Carlos’s arm slid around your waist, his touch warm but almost too tight when it should be soft. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, his voice smooth with an edge that made your heart flutter. You can almost tell what's going to happen next. “But I need to steal her for a moment.”

The man’s confidence falters. His expression neutralizes as he straightens himself, trying to compose himself. Maybe the act of literally hitting on your client’s girlfriend was embarrassing to an audience. “Of course,” he mutters, stepping back.

Carlos doesn't wait for a reply. He leads you away with a firm but gentle grip. His strides were almost rushed, weaving through the crowd until you both reach a secluded corner. The noise of the event fades into a distant white noise. You're far enough to be hidden with some walls but the chatter of people is still present. The moment you two become alone, he turns to face you, his eyes dark with something that sends a gleeful shiver down your spine.

“That guy,” he began, his voice playing with shallow water, “has been talking to you for way too long.”

The excuse is laughable. You raise an eyebrow, trying to play it cool despite knowing Carlos’ pattern already. “Jealous?”

His lips twitched, but there was no humour in his expression. You try to stop a smile. “Yes. And you should be flattered by that.” He steps closer, crowding you against the wall. His hands rest on your waist, body softly crashing into yours to kill the distance..

Your breath hitches as his gaze drops to your lips. You can feel his breath against your face as his fingers twitch to have a hold on you. You start, “Carlos—”

He doesn’t let you finish. His mouth crashes into yours, his kiss demanding and relentless. You feel your body respond in tone with his. Carlos’ tongue swipes past your lips, pushing in for entrance to further claim you. He wants to taste your entire being because it's the way he wants to own you. You melt into him, your hands gripping his blazer as both of you disappear from the world.

Carlos is touchy. One of his hands strokes up and down on your side as the other wraps around. You return the favour by swinging a hand around his neck, feeling that thick neck in your skinnier arms. He loves it. A small gasp leaves him as his tongue directly kisses yours. The feeling of it is dizzying and heartwarming. You're fucking addicted to it.

When he pulls back, you’ve become breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. In his eyes, you can tell that the two of you separated not out of his own choice. It's from the need to breathe. You know that if both of you didn't need air, he would be kissing you for days. 

 “You’re mine, cariño. Don’t forget that.”

A teasing phrase was about to drop from your tongue. It doesn't reach his ears when a cough interrupts you. Both of your attention move to the man—yes, that man—who stands there awkwardly. “I, uh, didn’t mean to interrupt,” he stammers, his eyes darting between you and Carlos. “Just wanted to reach the bathroom, mate.”

Carlos doesn’t move, his arm still around your waist as he fixes the man with an unbothered look. It's as if he hadn't just kissed you like a starved man just for him talking with you. “You weren’t,” he said coldly. “In fact, I was just showing her how much she means to me.”

The man’s face flushed as he mumbled an apology and passed by the two of you, his footsteps a fading noise. Carlos turns back to you, his lips curling into a smug smile. “Now, where were we?”

“Come on, Carlos,” you try to remind him, “you have a lot of people to attend to. I can just hang around for a while.”

“Hm…” he fauxes thinking as he hugs your frame. “Are they so important to me as you are?”

Your cheeks flush but you laugh at his ridiculousness. “I'm being serious. Go out there and entertain them like monkeys.”

He huffs. “Okay,” Carlos starts to pull away and you're smiling—

The ridiculous man turns around and returns with another kiss, this one slower but no less consuming. Immediately, he wraps himself around you in a warm embrace. You unexpectedly lean against him, putting your weight to his. He's loving the way you have to depend on him. Open-mouthed kisses come to your mouth and he breathes out,, “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you moan out. You feed his possessiveness and he is receiving it gleefully.

He mumbles the same thing over and over and you gladfully tell him the same. He's yours, you're his. He doesn't put your lips to rest and it's like the event doesn't matter. You don't push him away because you don't really want him to leave either. You're utterly whipped. Carlos smiles against the kiss and doesn't let you go the rest of the night.

@Delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @rtorresblog @Jamie2305 @yourmommyagone22 @nichmeddar @vannylen2144

FOOTNOTE ────── I WANT HIMMMMM i found that front pic of carlos and i just WANT HIMMMMM pls lord one chance... one... one chance....

[ranchracoon]

Change

Alcina Dimitrescu x Fem Reader

Requested by: zoeymac20

Your back aches as you continue to mop the floors, this is your daily chore: mop the floors. It takes all day, lunging buckets of clean water to wherever you are, in hopes that one of the daughters hasn't made another mess in there. A few other maids work around you, one dusting, the other moving furniture so you can mop underneath, another sweeping, all working in sync like clockwork. A blood curdling scream halts all motion, listening intently as the sound of giggles echoes through the halls. The giggles and pleads for mercy grow closer, you and the others clear a path as the sisters drag along a poor unfortunate soul through the room to the dungeon. There's a eerie silence before you and the others return to your work, eyes down, until one dares to break the silence once the giggles have all but vanished into thin air. 

"That's the third head maid this month" one of your coworkers states. 

"It's none of our business" you reply. 

"They've never killed this much before" another says. 

"The lady has her reasons. You know she only kills when necessary. The first head maid tried to steal, the second got too power hungry, and I'm sure the third did something to anger the lady" you say firmly. 

"Or, maybe those are all lies to cover up their blood thirst."

"Silence" you order.

"Why? Why bother doing all of this when we know our fate? No one lasts long here."

"Except Y/N."

Your jaw tenses as you feel the eyes of your coworkers bore into you, it's no secret that you're the oldest amongst the staff. That fact alone has opened the door to relentless teasing from other staff. A woman of your age, still a virgin, until they're kindly reminded you've worked here since you were their age. Having survived the culling of maids multiple times, and that makes them listen to you; the younger ones look to you like a motherly figure which at first was an insult, but now you wear pridefully. 

"Why is that?" One of them asks. 

"Because I don't disobey, I do my work without failure, and I certainly don't talk ill of those who feed us, clothe us, and employ us" you reply. 

"Don't forget: threatens us with torture and chases us with sickles" one scoffs.

"Only if you deserve it" you snap. 

It's also no secret that although you're respected among the staff, you are not well liked. Many of them don't understand, they haven't lived long enough or they won't live long enough to learn. You accepted your role early on; no parents, no spouse, no children, no one to mourn you if you die so where else could you go? Your options were either marriage to a man or servitude to Castle Dimitrescu. You got the same treatment when you first arrived, being chased by the daughters and threatened until you started to understand that they did it out of boredom. Once you started curbing their energy with alternative activities then they left you alone, and you recently noticed they only threaten those who appear to be slacking or need a reminder of their place. 

The others return to their work without another word and your shoulders relax. You know the ladies of the castle have eyes and ears everywhere, and you don't want unnecessary bloodshed just because someone's slack mouthed. The famous click of heels makes you tense again as you look to those around you, they also tense and their movements become stiff and rigid as they attempt to continue working. The heels stop in the foyer above you on the stairs, you don't look up, you keep moping back and forth. 

"Y/N."

You look up to see Lady Dimitrescu standing there, her fists on her hips looking down at you before she motions with her finger for you to come. Without a word you hand the mop to the coworker closes to you then ascend the stairs to the lady. She walks away and you follow obediently, she leads you to her chambers with her vanity and the only non-covered windows in the whole castle. She opens the door out onto the balcony, in her hand is her cigarette holder which she puts a cigarette in then lights it, taking a long deep breath before exhaling slowly. 

"How long have you worked here Y/N?" She asks. 

"10 years ma'am" you answer. 

"That long?" She says with surprise, she takes another hit of her cigarette, "and you're still a lowly maid."

You continue to stand there, not speaking unless asked a question as you watch the lady smoke. 

"That's certainly incredible, you've managed to slip under my radar for so long. I thought you passed long ago until Bela recommended you as a replacement. Do you know how rare it is for my daughters to recommend someone?"

"No ma'am."

"It's never happened before."

She looks at you to see your reaction, despite your neutral expression your eyes are wider showing surprise. Bela recommended you? Bela? The eldest daughter who is the hardest to please and even harder to impress?

"Had I known sooner it might have saved me all the fuss I've experienced this month. I hope you will be the change I need."

*          *          *

You survive another month, giving the Lady hope that maybe you are just the change she needed. Someone with experience, respect, loyalty, and it doesn't hurt that you are easy on the eyes. A perk all on its own. Sometimes she's convinced you can read her mind because you do these things before she asks; bringing her a paper she's looking for, having her bath and wine ready after a meeting, listening to her rant about that idiot Heisenberg. You act, dare she say, like a partner, rather than a personal maid. She won't allow herself to fall for that again. She must remain distant, cold, because the last thing she needs is another insufferable plaything thinking she has special privilege.

You don't object to it. You hate to admit that you've softened your walls since being around her, seeing a different side to her that the rest of the staff doesn't. The way she interacts with her daughters behind closed doors, how firm yet caring she can be with them. With her being distant and cold it makes it easier to hide your feelings that have slowly infested your heart. It's only difficult at night; you'll be exhausted from the day and she'll speak so softly that you want to fall into her and never awaken. You imagine that curling into her would be a taste of Eden that you could get addicted to.

There's only one problem: her daughters. They treat you differently, at first they teased you about your record coming to an end, then about their mother making you "unusable" for their wine, and recently they've sought you out for problems amongst each other. Lady Dimitrescu values her daughter's opinions more than anything so how can she continue to be distant and cold with you, when her daughters practically adore you? She's conflicted: this could all be a trick for her to lower her walls and give you an out to escape or harm them, or you could be genuine. She needs to know. 

She starts with little things: dropping subtle hints of weaknesses in the castle, purposely leaving gaps in her schedule giving you ample time to yourself, leaving you alone with sensitive material or personal objects. Then she moves to more blatant things: leaving the key to the front door in the open for you, taking you to meetings with her, and inviting you to meals with her in hopes it'll harm you relationship with the rest of the staff. None of it works. Maybe you are genuine.

You are walking along during one of these gaps in her schedule, since having more time you've spent it in the library with Daniela who helps you with your education. You never got to finish it when you came to the castle, so she helps refresh and heighten your skills. The two of you read, write, do math, and occasionally Bela joins to give you a lesson in science or anatomy. However when you arrive to the library you find Daniela hunched over, her face in her hands and her shoulders shaking as she sobs quietly. Before you is a scene from a horror novel; a maid with her throat cut, laying upon the center with her blood pooling underneath her. Daniela's sickle lies beside the maid, fresh blood coating the blade. 

Stepping carefully you approach Daniela and rest your hand on her back, she startles thinking it's mother only to see it's you. She sobs softly and grabs at you, burying her face into your side as she starts to cry harder. You stroke her back soothingly, shushing her calmly as she hiccups from how hard she's crying. When she calms enough she pulls back and sniffles, you pull out a hankie from your pocket and offer it, she uses it to wipe her snot before she breathes out shakily. 

"What happened Daniela?" You ask softly. 

"She-she said she loved me Y/N. I thought she was the one you know? She was always so kind, she liked the same books, and wasn't scared of me. Then-then I came in here for our time together and found her waiting for me. I was so excited until she-" Daniela starts to cry again, "she opened the roof. She had my key Y/N. She used me just like they all do."

Daniela buries her head into your side again and you lean over, hugging her closely while stroking her head. You shush her softly again, whispering soothing words until she calms down enough to listen to you. 

"I'm so sorry that happened to you Daniela, but someone will come someday who genuinely loves you. You are so special Daniela and anyone would be lucky to have you as their partner. You're funny, witty, so incredibly creative, passionate, and honestly one of the best cuddle buddies I've ever had."

Daniela wipes her tears with her hand, "I just wish I had what you and mother have."

You blush, "what are you talking about?"

"Oh please, you'd have to be blind not to see the way you two look at each other. I wish someone would look at me like that. Longingly, like I'm the center of their world, their sunshine after it rains. I want someone to love me like that."

You push some of her hair behind her ear as you attempt to hide your blush by lowering your head, "you will someday Daniela. I promise, and you know I always keep my promises." 

She sniffles softly, "can you stay with me?" 

"Of course."

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"Daniela told me what happened" the lady says when you arrive for her afternoon tea.

You freeze when she stands, approaching you and taking the tray from your hands, you swallow when she kneels to your level, her eyes locking with yours. 

"Answer me honestly, do you care about my daughters?"

"I do, they've grown on me and I've come to think of them like my own. I would do anything for them."

"And me? When Daniela said she wanted someone to love her like we do, you didn't deny it."

Your face turns red, your uniform suddenly feels tight and stuffy as you tug on your uniform to try and loosen it around you. Sweat forms in the small of your back as you continue to maintain eye contact with her.  

"Because that would be a lie. I don't know how you feel, but in the short amount of time I've worked for you personally, I've had these feelings. My heart flutters when we're in the same room, I could listen to you talk for hours, you're the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep and the first thing when I awaken, and not for work purposes."

The lady listens, when you finish speaking she hesitates, her eyes flicking back and forth between yours. 

"I didn't deny it either when she told me" she finally admits, "you've been loyal for so long with no reward, you've been given ample opportunity to turn on this family and yet you haven't, and you even comforted my daughter. You've more than proven yourself to have earned immunity, but you've also proven yourself to have earned my affection."

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Lady Dimitrescu, Alcina, is old fashioned when it comes to dating. Everything has to be a spectacle. She invites you to one on one lavish dinners in her private chambers, all which she dresses to the nines for you. Unfortunately you feel like a street rat in comparison to a work of art because all you have are your uniforms and day off clothes. She has none of that and gets you the finest clothing around that fits you. For once in your life you have something resembling a style which is similar to hers of course, because you two have to match. 

She doesn't just kiss you, she swoops you up and shields you with her hat before kissing you deeply and passionately. When it's your first time together, she's gentle kissing your neck and breasts, and your thighs. Getting you aroused before taking you, claiming you as her own by littering your neck and collarbone with bruises in the shape of her mouth. 

Master Post

[anomaly-hivemind]

We’ll meet again || Double penetration in one hole and public w/ Bill cipher x fem reader

Word Count: 1993

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Tag: Double penetration in one hole, vaginal sex, Exhibitionism, public, Overstimulation, dubcon

Note: The reader is slightly black-coded. Nickname is Dimples or honey lips

You got a full time job at this mystery shack in the middle of the forest. You had been working there for maybe a total of three months with little to no issues, until it became the start of the summer. Then came two young kids and all the oddities that seem to have started when they got there. Staying with their Grunkle which was also your boss, you got to know everyone well.

“Hey Y/N do you mind watching over the shack for me for a few hours, I’m taking Mable and Dipper out for a bit” Stan said while already basically out the door so you just nod. It was a long slow hour of nothingness, maybe an old lady or two but nothing interesting to make you pay attention to anything.

“So one save me from this boredom,” You groan and rub your forehead. You could only play with pens and paper clips for so long. You heard a ring and turned to face the door, but there wasn’t anyone around as far as you could tell.

“I’ve only seen you around recently how fun” A voice behind you makes you turn to it with wide eyes and you lean against the register. A guy who didn't really seem all there was standing behind the counter with you. ‘Where did this bum come from, how the fuck did he get behind you in th first place.’ You thought with a panic as you looked at the unnatural yellow glow in his eyes and felt like he was peering into your soul nonconsensually might you add.

“Sir you can’t be behind the counter” You try to keep a kind voice in hope to not upset the potential crackhead that had wandered into the mystery slack.

“BuUt I came to answer your pleas of boredom dimples. definitely not to find something of importance. ” He spoke dramatically before mumbling something under his breath.

“My what now.. Sir please just set back into being in front of the counter.” Instead of doing what you asked, he took a step closer and unfortunately for you that ass of yours was not moving any closer to the register than you already were.

He moved his arms on both sides of you and smiled an uncanny smile that made you shiver. Next thing you know you are moving onto the counter to escape his attempt to trap you. Like hell were you gonna get murdered by some random probably drunk stranger for drug money. You liked it here but not enough to get yourself killed and mutilated for it.

“That tremble of yours is pretty cute Honey lips, filling my head with all kinds of things.” you make a run to the door but before you could open it the yellow eyed guy stood in front of the door blocking the fastest exit out.

The room felt cold and shaped all of sudden and you felt like you were a deer in headlights. You couldn't move anything but move your head which is what tipped you off that this was no normal paralysis.

“What the hell did you do to me!” You yelled at him in a concerned voice. The guy uses your stuck body to lean against your shoulder.

“You have a pleasing meatsuit Dimples.” he whispered in your ear.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!” your voice got shaky as you tried to keep the confidence you definitely didn’t have right now.

“Name’s Bill! But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!” The guy’s body drops to the ground in front of you and out comes a bright yellow triangle with one eye and a top hat pops up in his place floating around. “Oh so i’m tripping balls right now, inhaling the wrong type of air that's what going on right now.”

“I am very real despite what that simple brain of yours thinks.” he rolls his eye at you as he flies around you in a close circle.

“You are nuts.” you shake your head, who would have thought that your mundane need to cure your boredom would lead to… well whatever this was right now.

“Well it's not my fault your corrupt mind brought my attention, so what was it you wanted Dimples.” you don't answer so he speaks again.

“Entertainment was it, well honey lips consider me willing to entertain…But in exchange you gotta entertain me.”

“How would i do that” you felt dumb even entertaining this Dorito thing.

“How ‘bout I reverse the functions of every hole on your face.” his eyes smiled or so that's what you think his face was doin at least.

“How about no.”

“No fun boo, mhm how about something we both can enjoy” He had his hand in front of his face where his chin would have had if he wasn’t, well if he wasn’t a triangle.

“Like what?”

“You'll just have to take the chance and Trust me.” There was a slight giggled that came from his lip face. his hand lit up in a blue fire and you realized you could move again.

“But why are you doing this?” you tried to ask but he only gives you a cryptic answer.

“Boredom is my worst enemy, so I'm here to save you,” he said loudly.

You were definitely going to regret this lapse in judgment you were about to have. You raised your hand and shook the demon's hand with great hesitation. ‘Was I fucking stupid, i gotta be brain dead to shake the hand of a demon who gave me vague information of his probably dangerous arrangement i agreed to already. Sign my life way I guess.’

He snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone, you let out a shrill as you covered the important bits the best you could.

“No amount of gold on earth can buy originality…but you're come close enough.” Move your arms away.

You felt very exposed, you were naked in your work space in front of this triangle being of unknown origins. You were in the middle of the room and anybody could come inside the place, hell Stan and the kids could come back at any time then next thing you know it you’re a register offender. You could only hope that what this chip shaped man demon thing had in planned for you wouldn’t last that long.

In a flash Bill grows a body and keeps his triangle head that has changed into a pyramid. He was also equally as naked as you are, Plus he looked Hot to add to it. You look him up and down but your eyes get stuck on a thing well two things actually. Two dark cocks that were long and thick at his base, erect and twitching. You were staring at them and you were drooling a bit. It was embarrassing.

“This form pique your interest?” He stroked himself slowly as if he was giving a show for you. You don’t catch yourself nodding to his question and before you know it he is up against you, dick touching you everytime he curves it in a stroke. He moved you closer to the counter, your bare ass touching the desk.

“Let's get started, Honey lips.” he rubbed the tips over your fold and let out a funny happy sounding noise.

“So wet already~ who would have thought you could be so needy and wanting.” he pushed one of his veiny cocks into you, all the way to in until kissed it on your cervix. You let out a loud squeal like moan as you arched your back. There was no way you were going to cum, not from him just sliding into you…right.

“Feel free to cum at any time, I'm super giving Dimples.” he started to move his hips, your pussy regards no shame as it makes wet squelches as he tickles your g-spot. Your hole sucking in him it's making you feel like a slut.

“Fuckin… Ah~” you feel your legs start to shake from his mean pace inside of you. Bill starts to push his other cockhead and you clench around them. You cum around them as soon as he pushes the other one all the way inside as well. Stretching you out like never before, it felt like you were touching stars.

You have no time to recover from his movement because he doesn't stop, letting out a groan and mumbling to himself about how snug your pussy felt around him. Your ears burn as he teases you for cumming so fast and mentioning how he was just getting started with you. He starts to push almost all the way out before ramming back into out then repeating. Your eyes start to water as you reach another climax right after the other.

“You are mighty easy to please Honey lips.” he groaned and pushed you over on the counter, you were now laying back on the cold desk in a daze as he held your legs up at his waist. Your walls flutter around the girth of the two dicks of his inside of you.

“I can’t take it!” you whine as you feel an orgasm number who knows you're not keeping track start to approach you.

“Limits only exist in the mind.” Bill rolled his hips at an odd angle that it was almost like his dicks were moving at different times. He gives a squeeze to your breast and you shiver.

He kept moving his hips in this devious way that was starting to make you spasm and moan. Bill moved his hand down your body and he started to play and tease your clit, the whole action makes you choke out a cry as you feel a pool of wet hit yours and his thighs. ‘Did I just?!’

“YOU DID?” He answers your thoughts with an overly happy tone that was embarrassing. He kept thrusting his hips into you and circling your clit and you impulse your legs shut. You didn't think you could cum anymore but this DEMON has proved that to not be true in the slightless.

“Can you try not to lose consciousness, it won't make me stop.” He spoke through breathy groans. Bill’s words make you clench around you again, you could see the specks of darkness forming in your vision but you try to shake them off.

He slammed his hips into you at a breathtaking pace, his was slower and harder and it literally took your breath out of your lungs with each thrust. You could feel him twitching in you, a dead give away that he was close to coming. His pace brought you back to another painful yet pleasuring orgasm, his hand went back to your clit to run a slow tight pattern on you.

His hips sputter and he comes in heavy thick ropes of cum, filling you up like a pie. Pools of his seed dripped out of you when he pulled out of you a bit too fast for comfort. You let out a quick whine.

“Your a fun time Dimples, really know how to keep up with me.” he changed back to his triangle form. You try to get up but the sudden movements make your ears ring and thighs send you any single they can. You look up at Dorito demon as he watches you struggle a bit.

“We’ll meet again, Honey lips.” his eye curls as his way of a smile, then he poofed out of nowhere.

Now you need to get some clothes before anyone sees you like this…And to wipe the cameras.

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I heard you were begging for Silco asks and I will take literally anything.

Jealous Silco or Jealous Reader (bonus points if Silco doesn't notice that someone is hitting on him)

I also feel like Silco would be an amazing dance partner/classical waltz style or some intimate partner dance but would only ever do it in private.

Silco with a reader who is maternal with Jinx ❤️

Smut or fluff, whatever you feel like writing I just want to treat that man right 👍

To all the anons that requested Silco i will be getting on that soon!! Now I present to you: Silco looking for a mum for Jinx, any takers?

This gif has such a fucking GRIP on me it's driving me insane. How can pixels be SO F I N E. Anyway per your request anon this is Silco x reader x (kinda) platonic!Jinx :D!! SILCO DESERVES SO MUCH LOVEEEE. I don't care if he commited like... actual war crimes, what does AIR mean to my LUNGS. CW: brief cursing!! not much besides that, pretty tame, kinda ooc.... sorri... wc: 1261 .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚ .  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚.  * 　　 ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .⁺ 　　 ˚

The Zaunite air was filled with an unrelenting heaviness. Each day, despite Silcos best efforts, the food was getting scarcer and people were more and more scared. It wasn’t ever too much. He could handle it no doubt. Right?

Jinx was sitting on his desk and talking his ear off.

She was enjoying her time with him while Silco was quietly taking care of some documents. Spending time together with Jinx was one of the few things he enjoyed in life. Sure, his unique appearance made many women drawn to him and most people in Zaun felt nothing but respect for the man but he never developed anything meaningful, anything… tangible. Aside from Jinx he had no one. 

The stream of words being let out of Jinx at, at least, 200 words per minute stopped when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Said Silco with his usual sombre tone. He always filled the room with a certain coldness few were able to tolerate or enjoy, for that matter. Sevika entered the room. “Someone wants to talk to you.” 

He nodded, giving her permission to let them in. 

During the conversation with whoever was sitting on the other side of the desk Jinx kept returning to the thought that brushed by her mind that morning. Shouldn’t someone as undoing as a daughter have a mother by her side? Jinx was good. Good at what she did, good at killing and even better at creation. She lacked the maternal hand that was supposed to lead her through life even if she wasn’t exactly aware of what she was looking for she needed someone to guide her through her life. 

On the other hand, Silco, the effective ruler of Zaun, didn’t have anyone to share the parental burdens of life with. The swooning crowd of power-hungry women in the city weren’t a good choice for a mother. Not for someone as unpredictable as Jinx. 

Jinx was convinced you fell from heaven for her, how could he not see it? A godsend perfect for what she needed.

The Last Drop was busy. People talking, the air stuffy with Zaunite tensions, dilemmas and the smoke being extruded out of the lungs of many. He noticed you before, an everyday woman, providing her parents with whatever they needed in their old age. He didn’t do many of the job interviews himself, his lesser henchmen took care of that, but the barkeep of The Last Drop was the person he came to care for. 

“You’re hired.” He said at the end of your chat.

You were used to people chatting you up while you were behind the bar, an additional drink, boredom or true infatuation were all at play here. Never… this. “What can I get you?” You said when someone took the only free stool at the bar. When they didn’t answer you so you turned around to check them out. If they were a danger to the well being of the people inside or the bar itself you’d rather they threatened the guards than you. 

What transpired was truly bizarre. You expected to see anyone here, Sevika in a foul mood, Jinx with a gun to your head or even one of the lesser lackeys of the many people running this city. Silco? Silco was last on your list.

You froze in place almost dropping the pint you were holding. Quickly you put it on the counter in front of the person who ordered it and turned your attention to him. He looked at you with an unusual intent, normally when you’d look over to his usual spot he’d be smoking and surveying the room with his ice-cold vision, today there was… need. 

You were stuck in place not being able to even utter a word in such presence. After a moment more of scaring you into an early grave he spoke. “Come to the back, someone will take your place for tonight.” Suddenly terror turned into anxiety. “Am I being replaced?” He only stood up and went around the bar to presumably accompany you there. 

Your heart was pounding and your hands were sweaty, this could be your execution you realised. Your mind was going a million miles a minute, combing through all your wrongdoings and if you were eligible for any pardon. 

He didn’t enjoy that scared expression on your face, he enjoyed them on most people with exception to Jinx and well… you. “Nothing to be afraid of, lady.” Said Jinx toying with her gun. That definitely didn’t mitigate your concerns. “She’s right.” Said Silco somehow appearing behind you. You jumped at his sudden intrusion into your personal space. 

Explaining what they wanted was certainly difficult. You had a lot of questions regarding your new position as a… babysitter for Jinx? You’d never say that out loud for fear of swift death. The payment was lucrative as well so you decided on accepting the offer. At the end of the talk you were more or less familiarised with what this job entailed, along with being a co-parent to Silco, you were to be on their beck and call, still you retained the position of the barkeep. 

As all people you were a bit afraid of Jinx. Looking at her she was inconspicuous, the braids giving her a child-like wonder look to her. Underneath you could feel a profound sadness sitting inside of her and you were determined to make this weird little fucked up family a happy one at least. 

You were happy to tend to wounds, look after The Last Drop when needed and listen to Jinx talk for hours. With time, Silco grew fond of you. Your mannerisms of a caring and doting parental figure, despite all which burdened you, would soon make him swoon. 

One night after closing when you were wiping down tables Silco walked in, in an unusually good mood. He leaned on one of the clean tables. “Hello. How was your day?” You asked mindlessly, not noticing him inching closer and closer to your figure. Nobody else was in the room when it all happened. 

You weren’t the best at concealing your growing affection towards Silco. The longing stares weren’t doing you any good and the fact that somehow he kept catching you was even worse. You were sure your position was soon to be terminated. 

He spun you around and caged your body between his own. His breath was warm and falling just over your chest. “Silco?” You dared. 

“You make me sick with worry sometimes.” He was… smiling? Silco was smiling? You couldn’t make anything out, your head was spinning from the proximity and his cologne. “Look at me.” He demanded grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards. “I’ve got a question.” You nodded. “Do you want to dance?” You were stunned.

The tables were moved to the sides as Silco put a few coins into the jukebox and began striding towards you with the delicacy and grace of a cat. You put your arm on his shoulder and grasped his other one. He led you around the room to the song being played and amidst the growing tension, brought his lips to yours, hesitantly. The kiss was magical, you could feel yourself rising above the roof when he finally closed the gap. You reciprocated the kiss and as the song faded away he put his hands on your cheeks trying to get as close to you as possible.

He thought he’d lost the spark and now, here you were. 

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