#continuously begging for the scraps like they were raised to do
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
cyarsk52-20 · 2 years ago
Text
I’ll never forgive everyone who has retraumatize her and call her a liar. Considering what she’s had to endure, losing her family members and getting shot by this Canadian sociopath and him traumatizing her for two years I have every right to say that I am, always have, and will forever ever be and remain outraged for her and every bw and women in general who has has been harmed by punks like lames
The black community progressively gets worse as the years go by, the Megan the Stallion situation being a prime example. This honestly should’ve been a moment where the community banded together and helped fight for justice for Megan but instead the likes of both black men AND women are clowning her and making light of the situation. We need to do better.
770 notes · View notes
myfictionaldreams · 2 years ago
Note
Hello to one of my favorite writers! I saw requests are open. If I may request one in the mafia au with Steve x reader x Bucky. I'm currently sick and clumsy so I have a broken wrist on top of it. Could I request the boys taking care of sick or clumsy reader please? Fluff and sexy times with them melt my heart!
No Touching // Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader
A/N: thank you so much for the request (and the compliment ღ). I hope you are feeling better soon! x
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, injured reader, anxiety, dom/sub, size kink, size difference, sir kink, daddy kink, hint of subspace, edging, oral sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise kink, begging, pet names
Words: 6666
my masterlist 📚 AO3 Link
Tumblr media
“Are you sure you have to go in today?” you asked in a hopeful tone, following Bucky around your home, almost like a lost puppy as he and Steve prepared to leave for work.
“Sorry Doll, but you know it's shipment day and if anything goes wrong,  Fury will be on our asses and that’s not a sight I particularly want to see”, Bucky joked, leaning down to peck your lips before walking past to stand by the front door, easing each glove onto his hands.
Your shoulders sagged, resorting to childish tactics by sticking out your bottom lip but that only caused Bucky to chuckle and continue to get ready to leave. ��Are you sure both of you need to go? I’m sure they could survive this one time without one of you there”.
“I don’t want Fury on my ass either”, Steve quipped, as he descended the stairs, kissing your cheek as he passed, pulling on his own leather jacket and zipping it up. Glancing between both of your boyfriends, you decided to do your next tactic, tiptoeing over to Bucky as he waited for Steve to finish getting ready.
From only your expression, he knew you were up to something, particularly as you raised further on your toes, hands on his shoulders to kiss him gently on the lips, breathing in the faint scent of his aftershave mixed with his leather jacket. “You know… I think Steve’s just saying you can’t do the job by yourself Buckaroo”, you tease with a sly smile, eyes flicking between his crystal blue eyes.
Bucky laughed, his gloved hands cupping your cheeks tenderly, muttering against your lips, “nice try hot mama, but we are both still going”. He released his hold as you sighed in defeat, leaning into his chest as the brunette kissed your temple.
“Just please be careful and drive slowly, the snow from last night is starting to turn into ice and if anything happens I will personally trek through this winter storm and-”.
Any further threat was cut off as another warm body slide behind you, two hands gripping your hips, swiftly turning you on the spot and distracting you with soft lips which you melted into instantly. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the day but Steve pulled back first, amused at your flushed expression as he stroked a finger down your cheek.
“We’ll be careful, I promise”, Steve reassured, standing to his full height, passing the car keys to Bucky over your shoulder.
Bucky had a different reaction to your threats however as he whispered, “such a mother hen” into your ear, briskly kissing your cheek and opening the front door causing a shock of icy wind to brush over your skin. Turning, you leaned against the door, watching both men walking towards the car but Steve had one more reminder for you.
“You know that your little threat goes both ways. No leaving the house - or at least if you do, ask one of the guards out front to come with you just so you have someone to hold onto”.
“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean? My feet are very sturdy thank you” you glanced down at your sock-covered feet.
Both Steve and Bucky seemed to disagree with the deadpan expressions they both held as they looked at you, still not getting into the car. Bucky was the first to remind you, “you do remember a couple of months back-”
“Yes ok, one time I tripped over and scrapped my knee but that doesn’t make me a liability”.
“Did you also forget about the time in Montana-?”
“Fine there’s been more than a couple of times, but your lack of faith in me is really shocking boys”, you teased, not being able to hide the smile spreading across your face.
“We have all the faith in you baby” Steve agreed with his own smile, finally getting into the car.
“Yes, all the faith to fall over so please don’t leave the house!” Bucky shouted cheekily as he too climbed into the car, only to receive a playful shove from Steve as he started the car. Giving them one last wave before shutting the door and shivering, trying to feel any warmth.
Having the Rogers mafia leader and the second-in-command as your boyfriends did mean you led a very protected life which sometimes could be frustrating by rarely being alone. However, for the topic of today, you were fine with playing along with their requests, not wanting to be out in the cold at all.
For the next half an hour, you watched the car's location on your phone closely which was one of the perks of being with overprotective boyfriends. They wanted your location which means you could have theirs so could watch as they had arrived safely at the warehouse and then were swiftly followed up by a text from Bucky reiterating that they had arrived safely.
This meant you could relax for the day, put your feet up and not have a worry in the world. However, this was not how it proceeded as it was spent finishing the menial chores such as responding to emails, washing clothes and cleaning the house. It was also a nice distraction to keep busy, even though there were no potentially dangerous meetings, anything involving the gang could go wrong so instead of sitting and worrying, you liked to stay busy.
As the sun began to set and the evening rolled around, you decided to cook some chilli, something that could easily be left to simmer or reheated for when the boys returned. As you left the pot on the stovetop, you casually began emptying the trash bag, tying it up and walking towards the back door.
The frozen backyard was enough to have you standing and contemplating your next steps. The bin was only a few steps outside, and you’d only be outside for 30 seconds, it wasn’t like going for an actual walk and there was no way you’d call a guard to walk you to the trash bin.
This was the deciding factor for you, moving to find your trainers, not needing a coat as you were only going to be in and out quickly. Of course, however, the boys seemed to have a sixth sense as your phone began to ring and a picture of Bucky graced your screen.
“Hey Buckaroo,” you answered, smiling as you held the phone to your ear.
“Hello beautiful”, he answered, and you could almost hear his smile.
“Did everything go ok?” as you spoke, you multitasked by pulling your trainer onto your foot, and balancing the phone against your shoulder.
“Yeah, everything went peachy surprisingly. I was just calling to say we’re heading home soon”.
“Good! Please be careful driving, I think it’s snowed a little more since you left earlier - oh and I have some food ready for you both”.
“God I love you” he praised making you grin giddily.
“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would cook more often” you responded, easing your other foot into the trainer.
“Oh trust me, mama, you please me in lots of different ways, especially when you flick your tongue right over-”
“Bucky! I know for a fact you’re surrounded by other people, can you not!” your whole body warmed at Bucky’s words.
Your boyfriend chuckled deeply down the phone, “trust me, it’s nothing they haven’t heard or seen before”. He had a very good point, but this wasn’t the point you were trying to make.
“Just- I-, I’ll see you later Bucky, drive safe please,” you tried to move on from the smutty talk and hang up.
But Bucky quickly asked, “what are you doing?” From his tone of voice, he had his suspicions, almost like he could see that your hand was on the back door’s lock.
“Cooking”.
“So you’ve not been outside?”
“No, I’ve been good and stayed in” you responded far too quickly, glancing around the kitchen area for any cameras that you definitely knew weren’t there.
“I’m shocked I thought you would have been outside just to prove a point”.
You tried to laugh convincingly, “your lack of faith in me is really starting to become offensive, Barnes”.
“Yeah well, I’m sure I’ll make it up to you with my own little tongue trick-”
“Alright I’m hanging up now! Have a safe drive both of you, love you”. Quickly you hung up to the sounds of Bucky laughing loudly. Damn that man and his wicked words because now not only were your cheeks warm but in between your legs were dampening.
Shaking your body, you tried to continue with your task of taking out the trash, the back door opened wide and the cold wind almost took your breath away. Luckily it wasn’t snowing anymore but there was a thick, icy layer on the floor that crunched underneath your trainers as you took a step outside, holding the trash tightly.
Just as predicted, it didn’t take you long to reach the trash bin, discarding of the bag into the container and then start the short journey back, the kitchen lights being the only luminosity that you had.
Only a couple of steps away from the door did your luck run out as the fresh covering of snow coated a puddle that had frozen over. It all happened so quickly that you hadn’t any time to put your arms out to soften the blow, instead as your feet slipped back, you managed to fall onto your side, your right arm tucked into your ribs which also meant it was the first thing to collide with the floor.
Not only this but as your elbow then took the impact of your ribs causing the wind to be knocked out of you, taking a minute before you were able to take in a breath of air and the pain was excruciating. It started in your wrist, travelling the length of your arm and down the right side of your rib cage.
As the initial shock wore off, it wasn’t long and you were crying from the pain, attempting to stand as adrenaline and the cold were causing you to shake which only made the pain worse. Somehow, you’d managed to walk your way back into the house, closing and locking the back door with your uninjured arm as silent tears rolled down your cheeks.
Trying not to lose composure completely and have a complete meltdown, you even managed to take off your trainers before walking into the bathroom and staring into the large mirror above the sink.
The entire right side of your body was drenched from lying in the snow, the whites of your eyes were red from crying and the wet streaks left behind by the tears were obvious to anyone that you were in pain. You’d been too scared to look at your wrist in case it was broken but from what you could see in the mirror, there wasn’t any obvious bone sticking out of the skin, thank god.
Beginning with your fingers, you moved each one slowly and then all together. Next was your hand which ached a little bit but again this wasn’t broken, but as you attempted to straighten your arm, you audibly shouted in pain as the burning hot sensation spiked through from your elbow to your shoulder.
Having dealt with Steve and Bucky and their multitude of injuries, you were sure there was nothing broken, possibly just a strain, needing to keep it wrapped up with some ice and painkillers. You attempted to sigh in relief but as you sucked in a deep breath, more aching pain shot through your ribs. Again you were sure there were no broken bones as the pain wasn’t as significant as how the elbow felt but it was enough that you’d be in discomfort for a while.
With your left hand, you began to clean your face, attempting to brighten yourself up and then returning back to the kitchen to take some Advil and check the food wasn’t burning which thankfully it wasn’t.
Then it dawned on you. Steve and Bucky.
Luckily your clothes were beginning to dry from the heat on the stovetop but how were you expected to hide this injury from them? And should you even keep this a secret, maybe they wouldn’t freak out if they heard you sprained your elbow?
Ok that was a lie, of course, they were going to overreact, as well as being injured from something they explicitly asked you not to do and it was embarrassing, if they could go without knowing you had slipped over, that would be wonderful. All you needed were a few days as you contemplated the excuses, making yourself feel sick with the nerves that were building.
“Fuck!” you exclaimed loudly, knowing there was no use. Whenever you were around either man they were always touching you, no excuse would stop them. If it was your period they would be massaging your abdomen to help the cramps. If you said you were feeling unwell, they would lie in bed with you, stroking your hair and being at your side until you felt better. There was nothing Steve and Bucky wouldn’t do for you so you’d have to just face the consequences for your actions.
Switching off the stove and leaving the food to sort out later, your hands began to tremble slightly as you decided to call them and tell them, at least you wouldn't have to say it to their faces. Steve would most likely be driving so you clicked on Bucky’s name, lifting the phone to your ear as a heavy sensation filled your stomach, biting your lip to try and distract yourself.
The first ring hadn’t even finished before his gruff voice was answering, “we really have to stop meeting like this Doll, people are going to think you like me” Bucky teased.
You attempted a half-laugh under your breath, he always found a way of making you feel at ease. “Wouldn’t want them thinking that” you responded quietly, staring at a spot on the floor.
“What’s up anyway, sweet mama?” he asked casually.
“How far away are you?” you asked, feeling the full weight of your anxiety throughout your body, feeling almost nauseous.
“Only a couple of minutes, just a block or two away now. I told you we weren’t going to be long”, he politely reminded you. “Why? Did you need anything from the shops or something?”
You found yourself shaking your head rather than answering, not entirely sure what to say. Apparently, you had not answered for a suspicious amount of time because Bucky spoke up again, sounding worried. “Sweetheart? Is everything ok?”
In the background, you could hear Steve as he asked, “put her on speaker. Honey? What’s wrong?” he sounded more serious than Bucky had.
You could feel your eyes filling with tears again as your nerves got the better of you, “don’t be mad at me”.
 “Mama you’re scaring us, what’s wrong?” Bucky was using his “work voice now”, with no hint of sarcasm or joy as you could hear the car’s engine revving louder in the background to show that Steve had begun driving faster.
“Don’t rush, please be careful still, I’m ok! Well I’m not but I um- fuck!” you exclaimed, your anxiety causing you to stutter and panic more. “I did something stupid and I don’t want to tell you because you’re going to be mad at me but I also can’t hide it either” you rushed out, still pacing across the kitchen.
“Baby girl, I’m going to need you to take a deep breath for me and try and explain what's going on, do I need to get some of the guards to come in?” Steve asked. You tried to take some deep breaths but this only caused the ache to return to your ribs.
“No, it’s ok, I don’t need them. I just wanted to tell you on the phone because I don’t think I could say it in person because it’s embarrassing and you told me not to and-”
“You went outside didn’t you”, it was Bucky who made the point and you hated how quick it was for him to guess that you’d done something you’d been told not to.
“Yes”, you whispered into the phone, tears still slipping down your cheeks.
You’d expected them to groan in exasperation or even laugh at your stupidity but they didn’t, both asking questions along the lines of, “are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance? Have you hit your head? Are you ok?”
“I didn’t hit my head and I don’t need an ambulance, I think I’ve just sprained my elbow and bruised my ribs that’s all,” you explained to them.
“We’re just pulling into the drive now mama, can you still move your fingers?” he continued the conversation, even as you heard them exiting the car outside.
“Yes, and I can move my hand still”, you began walking towards the front door sheepishly as it opened, Steve rushing through first followed by Bucky who hung up the phone. You weren’t sure what to have expected, maybe a frown of displeasure or anger but instead, it was only worry as their eyes frantically searched you up and down.
“I’m sorry” was your automatic response, wishing you could run and hug them both but not wanting to move your arm and risk the pain. Steve reached you first, cupping both of your cheeks, his thumb wiping away any of the tears that were still there.
“Shh, it’s ok, just show us where it hurts,” he said in a much softer tone than anticipated. Glancing down at your arm that was still kept close to your side to reduce the pain, you wiggled the fingers of the injured hand.
“It’s this one but as I said, I don’t think it’s broken, I can still move it but it just really hurts”.
Bucky delicately placed your hand in his, inspecting every inch of skin with his eyes first then his own fingers, checking for any lumps or tender spots. Once satisfied, he too agreed that it was most likely a sprain, even noticing that the area had begun to swell slightly. “Think it’ll be best to wrap it up and place your arm in a sling to stop it moving as much, maybe some ice as well to help with the swelling”.
So this was exactly what the two of them did. Over the next half an hour, they helped you out of your shirt which became too painful to manoeuvre off so Steve ripped it off instead, promising to buy a new one. Then Bucky delicately wrapped the area and placed your arm into a sling, before helping one of their larger plain t-shirts over your head the wrapped arm remaining inside of the t-shirt.
Then after returning downstairs, Bucky dished up the chilli you’d cooked earlier, as Steve placed some ice into a towel and helped to hold it against your arm. This he did for the entirety of the meal, even after you’d said it would be fine and could do it after, he insisted on holding it to the injured area.
Sometime later, you were in a warm sandwich on the couch, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, careful as to not touch your arm or rib, the TV showing some random show that Bucky had been recommended by Sam.
“Thank you, for not freaking out about my arm and not being angry with me”, you said glancing between your two boyfriends with a thankful and relieved smile.
“I don’t know why you always assume the worst of us, we’d never be angry with you mama”, Bucky’s voice was gentle, his own smile glistening in the shallow light. 
“It’s not assuming the worst, it’s just the whole ‘I told you so’ scenario spiralled in my head. I mean, I’d be angry if you didn’t drive carefully and got into an accident”.
Steve’s finger delicately traced over your jawbone as he leaned down to kiss your temple, mumbling against your forehead, “I’d love to see you try and be angry with us”. You raised an eyebrow at his teasing, looking towards him as his lips dipped to gently caress yours before he continued on. “Anyway, we don’t need to say I told you so for you to feel the repercussions for your actions and ignoring our warnings”.
Your smile dropped, pulling away from his kiss to try and get a better understanding of what this meant. “What repercussions?”
Steve leaned back fully, watching the TV as he spoke. “Well of course you need to heal, and that’s going to take quite a few days by the looks of things which means no touching.”
No touching… what was he talking about? You found yourself frowning now, looking at the mafia boss. “What do you mean no touching?”
It was Bucky who spoke next though, his metal hand moving a few strands of hair away from your face as he addressed you. “Exactly what he said, no. touching.”
“But you’re touching me now, I don’t understand-”.
Oh.
Oh no.
“But….but that part of me isn’t injured?” It felt like you were watching tennis with how fast you were turning your head between Steve and Bucky who were both smirking as they watched the TV.
“Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart,” Steve asked in a light tone, clearly finding the situation funny.
“But I can’t, my ribs hurt”.
“Exactly, do you really think you could handle one of us, let alone both of us fucking you? Now, we could use our mouths, a couple of fingers or even a toy but that’s only going to hurt you more when you’re taking deep breaths to scream our names”.
Even just talking about it was causing you to feel turned on, thighs rubbing together just thinking about all of those scenarios, all of which apparently you would not be experiencing until you felt better.
“But…but that’s not fair, I think I could handle it!” you sounded unbelievably needy but you didn’t care.
“Shall we test out that theory? If we take you upstairs and you flinch or gasp in pain, even once, neither of us will be making you cum until you are better” Bucky threatened but you were past the point of no return, needing to feel him, watching his hands on your body so you were instantly agreeing, letting them help you to stand.
It was definitely not the most attractive you’d ever looked getting ready for bed, deciding to keep the t-shirt on as it meant your arm could stay close to your chest but Steve had to help pull your joggers, panties and socks off as it was difficult with only the one arm.
Finally, however, you were lying in the middle of the bed, and a leg was thrown over Bucky’s shoulder as he ran his tongue up your dripping cunt. Your ribs were already aching from breathing at a faster rate but the flicks that the tip of his warm tongue, something he had promised to do earlier on the phone, were distracting you enough from the pain.
He was taking it nice and slow, making sure to touch every area between your legs with his mouth, building your arousal up but it already felt like you were going to orgasm. Bucky could also tell from where he was between your legs, his eyes watching your every moan and movement, the same with Steve whose lap your head was laid in.
You were trying to relax your face as you desperately wanted to flinch but you were so so close, just a few more minutes. This was when Bucky decided to seal his lips around your clit and suck, causing you to both suck in a deep breath and arch your back.
Not only did you scrunch your face up but also hissed from the pain, reaching with your good arm to hold your ribs.
Bucky was instantly moving away, making sure you were ok but now you were shouting in frustration for another reason. “No, please! Don’t stop I was so close!”
Steve tutted above you, stroking your cheek, “we did warn you, baby girl, we just need to make sure you’re feeling better first”.
It felt like you were being punished for something, and in a way, you were but to be edged so closely to have it all taken away and for this to go on for a few days! You were half tempted to lock yourself away in the bathroom and finish it yourself but they also would be kicking down the door to stop you.
Admitting defeat, you sulked further up the bed, wanting to just go to sleep and forget about the whole ordeal. Even worse was having to lie on your back to protect your arm and ribs which meant that you couldn’t be properly spooned by either boyfriend, only having room for Steve to place one arm across your thighs.
Just as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, Steve’s fingers began to wander up and down the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
“Steve stop that” you whispered tiredly, clenching your thighs together and trapping his fingers.
“Hmm?”
He stopped for only a few minutes before continuing his actions which were causing small bursts of pleasure to spark in your abdomen. This time you batted away his hand causing him to chuckle.
“Stop that, you know I’m sensitive there, I thought you said no touching”.
“Maybe we should have been more specific. Remember when we said there would be repercussions, maybe we wouldn’t be saying ‘I told you so’ but you did do something stupid even after we told you not to for exactly this reason, and you get hurt. So I stand by no orgasms but these touches? These are your punishments for not listening”.
24 hours later and you were wishing they’d come home angry instead, wished that they had shouted at you or said I told you so because this punishment was near torture for your pussy.
Neither went to work the next day, instead, they continued to look after you, checking over your arm which was still slightly swollen and still very painful and once it was rebandaged, the torment continued.
It started in little ways, a hand high on the thigh whilst sitting at the table for breakfast, lingering kisses up the column of your neck or eyes wondering too low along the neckline in a suggestive manner that all had your cheeks burning and panties dampening. However, as the day progressed it only increased which only made it more difficult as they were being so caring in other ways such as helping hands to stand, being cooked for, helping to get changed or getting painkillers whenever you asked.
By the time it was bedtime, their teasing had reached a new level of torment however after finishing brushing your teeth, you found both of your boyfriends lying on the covers, completely naked, mouths gaped open in loud moans as they wanked themselves off.
Your eyes were wide and unblinking as you moved from watching Steve, taking in every detail of his naked body, over to Bucky who you now realised was moaning your name.
Your knees felt unsteady and they pumped both of their cocks, a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies, something you wish you could lick up, as well as the small drips of precum on the tips of their cocks.
“Like what you see?” Steve asked, snapping you out of the horny trance you seemed to be stuck in.
“This- this isn’t fair!” you shouted, watching as Steve thrust his hips up to meet his fist, wish it was your mouth he was thrusting into, wanting nothing more than to taste him.
Not being able to watch anymore, you quickly returned to the bathroom and shut the door, hoping to drown out the noises they were both creating but they were still very audible so you also turned on the tap.
Even then you could still hear their deep moans and you desperately tried to pull down your joggers but the movements only caused pain to flare up in your still-healing ribs and arm. You sighed aggressively, unbelievably horny and frustrated and not able to do a single thing about it so you sat on the toilet lid and hoped the next few days would fly by.
Of course, it didn’t though and with their teasing it seemed to make the days drag by and at one point, you’d even begun to feel slightly floaty from being so horny. The overwhelming sensations in your abdomen and in between your legs were driving you insane and as the fourth day was coming to an end and the word “daddy” began to slip from your lips, Steve and Bucky decided maybe they would tease as much as they had been.
By the sixth day, your ribs were feeling a lot better, even being able to stretch as you woke up. Your arm was still tender when moving but it didn’t need to be in a sling anymore, the sprain having been quite mild in comparison.
Still, however, you continued with the day, trying to distract from the uncomfortable feeling in your cunt and having a restless night's sleep once more.
On the seventh day, your ribs were nearly back to normal and you could move your arm as you had before, maybe you couldn’t rest your weight on it but this was as best as it was going to be.
Steve and Bucky were still sleeping on either side of you, and as you turned on your side to look at Steve on his side facing towards the centre of the bed, you could feel how drenched in between your legs were. Your juices had spread over the top of your thighs and ruined your pyjama shorts.
Hating the sensation, you tried to shuffle out of them in the centre of the bed, thankful that you were finally able to use your other arm to do so. Your movements were not subtle either, hoping to wake either of your boyfriends.
Thankfully this master plan worked as Steve grunted, “what are you doing baby?”
You didn’t answer, instead reaching for his hand and bringing it up to your thighs, letting him feel your arousal. He peaked one eye open at the wet sensation, a cunning smirk creeping across his lips, “did someone have a good dream?” he teased.
Once again you didn’t say anything, your thoughts on one thing only as you moved down his naked body which was also another punishment that she had to sleep in clothes and they slept naked, feeling their warm soft bodies against her side but not being able to touch. Until now that is as your mouth was finally level with one of the objects you desired most and his flaccid cock was being sucked into your mouth
Steve sucked in air quickly, cursing under his breath and then he was pulling back your head as you could already see his cock hardening. This didn’t stop you however as you pushed back on his hips so he was now lying on his back, batting away his hands, crawling to sit between his legs and continues to suck his cock.
With your once pained arm, you held down one of his wrists that was starting to make its way to pulling you off him again and then it clicked for him
“I see someone is feeling better” he muttered before groaning and closing his eyes as your tongue lapped up the underside of his now fully erect cock. “Fuck you’re good at that”, his praises were like music to your ears as his hand settled lightly on your head as you began to take his length into your throat, trying to take every inch of him, needing to taste everything he had to offer.
“Well good morning to you two” Bucky’s deep morning voice had your attention snapping towards him as he watched you closely, his attention on your arm that was still holding down one of Steve’s wrists. Releasing Steve’s cock with an audible pop, your eyes drifted lower on Bucky, seeing the visible tent under the sheet, smiling slightly at the awaiting treat.
“What do you want mama?” Bucky asked, sitting up, causing the sheet to pool around his hips.
“I want you both”, you admitted desperately, eyes flicking between the blonde and brunette.
“Come and sit on Daddy's lap, that way you can taste Bucky and still have me, baby” Steve demanded, sitting up as well, helping as you were instantly moving to sit in his lip, not wasting another second as your hand wrapped around his cock and aimed it for your awaiting entrance.
Your dripping arousal was all the lube you needed as you sat on his cock, the girth stretching you out completely, eyes rolling to the back of your head in overwhelming desire.
Again, you weren’t waiting around, needing them both now so as your cunt adjusted to Steve’s cock, you reached out for Bucky who was standing on the bed so his hard member which was throbbing in the air, was now eye level with you.
Hungrily you reached for it, pulling him straight towards your mouth, starting with a long lick up the underside before flicking the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock causing him to grit his teeth in pleasure, “fuck I have missed that tongue of yours”.
You grinned before taking a couple of inches into his mouth and sucking whilst simultaneously beginning to move your hips up and down Steve’s cock.
This had to be the closet you’d been to being in charge, normally at the complete submission to them both but the days of teasing had caused any sort of sanity to leave your body, your arousal doing the only thinking for you now.
The boys were just as eager to help you out as Bucky held back any hair that was getting in the way, and Steve began to move your hips up and down, your juices causing obscene noises to come from between your legs but it only matched perfectly to the ones coming from your throat.
You tried to take as much of Bucky’s cock into your throat as you could before gagging and the moans he was producing as he stared down at you were pure perfection. But before long you were pulling away, having to suck in air quickly, not having time to ask permission before shouting, “I'm cuming!”
You had to hold onto Steve’s shoulders tightly as your body was rocked with your first orgasm in a week, your cunt contracting around his cock in waves that last longer than usual.
You were thankful for Steve as he basically held you up, waiting patiently for you to catch your breath, kissing along your shoulder causing shivers to erupt through your body. “Do you want to have a break?” Steve asked gently.
Shaking your head against his shoulder, you responded, “I want you both to cum inside of me, please sir”. 
He chuckled, kissing you just below the ear where you were most sensitive, feeling your cunt tighten around him. “I’m sure we can both do that for our best girl” he praised, wrapping both arms around your back, and switching positions, lying you in the centre of the bed and this was where you stayed.
It started with Steve, you thought he was going to continue fucking you but instead he dropped his face between your legs, lapping up all the extra juices you’d produced, not stopping until you were cuming again before he finally began to fuck you again.
Starting slow and then building up the pace until your hips were slapping together, his large thumb brushing back and forth against your clit until your third orgasm was trembling through your body. Enough so that you’d not even noticed that Steve had came with you, his hot seed dripping out of you and onto the sheets below as smiled happily up at him.
Steve leaned down, kissing your lips once before rolling off and watching his best friend, move to take over his position.
Bucky took a minute to appreciate your body, his metal hand gliding over the skin causing goosebumps to appear. “I’ve been waiting all week for this” he grunted as he too dropped his face between your legs and instantly was sucking your already oversensitive clit into his mouth, much like he had seven days before.
Your guttural scream echoed around your bedroom, hands gripping his hair tightly, keeping him them. Bucky licked up every drop of Steve’s cum from your cunt before inching two of his fingers in and as he curled them, his mouth and tongue played with your clit.
With all the previous stimulation it wasn’t long before you screamed out his name in pleasure experiencing yet another orgasm. It took a while for you to catch your breath after this one but you still wanted Bucky to also cum inside of you, “please sir, I still want you!”
He was more than happy to complete your request as he knelt between your legs, lifting one of them up until your foot rested on his shoulder and then he was easing his cock into your sensitive hole.
Your bodies moved frantically, and you desperately tried to reach him with your hands so he repositioned himself so you could wrap both legs around his waist, using his forearm strength to rest on either side of your head. His hips continue to move at a quick pace as he plunged his tongue into your mouth, mixing the taste of him and Steve’s cum with your taste and you were moaning in a constant stream, fingers gripping into his hips.
Bucky gasped loudly, pulling away from the kiss to rest his forehead on yours as your cunt desperately fluttered around his cock, nearly yet another orgasm. He knew it was most likely your last before you needed a rest so he frantically demanded, “don’t cum, not yet hot mama, I’m so close, just a little bit longer”.
You grunted in exasperation, needing that release and tried to will your body to do as you wanted but it was no use. “I- I can’t, I’m going to cum Bucky”.
“Ah, that’s ok baby, I’m cuming, cum with me, that's a good girl, fuck!” You had to push yourself away from Bucky your cunt contracted that hard and was so sensitive, causing his streams of cum to cover your abdomen but you didn’t care. Your entire body felt like it was floating in euphoria, everything felt perfect and truly satisfied, the sensation you’d been wanting all week.
In your exhaustion, you hadn’t heard anything Steve and Bucky had said between one another. Only noticing when a warm flannel was being brushed between your legs to try and clean you, a feeling that you tried to get away from but Steve was quick to calm you, “shh it’s ok, I’m just cleaning you, just relax”.
You did as instructed, allowing him to clean the rest of you off including the drying streaks of Bucky’s cum.
Bucky on the other hand had returned with a glass of water, encouraging you to drink it all and then climbing back into bed, pulling you into his side. Steve also did the same, his fingers grazing over your naked spine in a comforting manner. 
“That’s the last time I ever don’t listen to you both,” you mumbled against Bucky’s chest, half asleep.
2K notes · View notes
houseofripley · 9 months ago
Note
HII
Could you write a rhea x fem!reader where they are at a scare house with a bunch of friends and reader is a big scaredy-cat and clings onto rhea the whole time and all of them end up in a maze but rhea and reader get lost and separated from the group and reader is terrified so rhea tried to cheer her up with some make-out time and hugging and reassurance(maybe some smut there or when they get back home🤷‍♀️)
Scared?
Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
Tumblr media
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, Publix Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Mommy Kink
WORD COUNT: 1,613
A/N: I AM ALIVE SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING!!!! im on spring back so hopefully i'll actually have some freetime now
“No wait, I don’t think I can do it,” you jittered, your anxieties shaking through your body as you stood next in line to enter a dingy barn that was quite literally in the middle of nowhere.
After weeks of begging your partner Rhea to be the hugh hefner to your playboy bunny she agreed under one condition; that you’d go to the scare attraction she had been talking about non-stop. At first you were ready to scrap your matching costume idea altogether but after some reassurance from Rhea that your friends would be there you reluctantly agreed. 
“You are not backing out on us now!” Your friends started throwing playful teases at you.
“Don’t be a wimp, it won’t even be that bad,” 
Rhea wrapped her arm around your waist as she added to the taunts, “My little scaredy-cat,”
“I am not a scaredy-cat! I just don’t like having clowns chase me with machetes,” you attempted to defend yourself.
“That’s totally something a scaredy-cat would say,”
The attendant at the entrance signaled for your group to enter the building. You let a few of your friends enter before hesitantly entering, making sure you were in the middle of the group. Stepping inside a thick layer of faux fog clouded your vision while strobe lights beamed through the hazed air. “I wanna go home,” you raised your voice so your group could hear you over the loud ambiance and scream of others further down the path. 
You braced your hands in front of you in self-defense as you made your way through a flashing corridor. Rounding the corner you were immediately jumpscared by a bloodied woman hopping through a curtain, making you back up into Rhea as you let out a scream. 
Rhea let out a laugh as one of her hands took grip of your waist, giving the skin a light squeeze. “I got you,” Rhea chuckled as she spoke just loud enough for you to hear her. 
Your group of friends continued through the scenes of the attraction with plenty of jumpscares and many more screams before eventually being chased out of the building into the second half of the attraction, a haunted corn maze. 
You hesitantly followed your bunch of friends on the paths, your hand clinging to Rhea’s. It wasn’t long until your crowd was deep into the maze. By the time your eyes had hardly adjusted to the darkness you were soon caught off guard by a group of actors emerging from the corn stalks, causing you to dart further into the field.
“Oh my god I can’t see anything,” you yelled, too focused on running away from the bloodied men, you and Rhea wound up split from your group getting lost along the trail.
-
It had been fifteen minutes since the two of you last saw your friends and ten minutes since a scare actor popped up, your nerves were growing by the second knowing it was only a matter of time before another actor would find you. The grip you had on Rhea’s hand had to have been cutting off her circulation at that point. 
“Look at me, pretty girl,” Rhea spoke, her tone of voice was soft, “you’ll always be safe with me, you know that I’d never let anyone touch you,” she assured. You couldn’t help but look up at her with a soft smile, her reassurance sending ease to your foggy mind.
Rhea’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug before she dropped her lips against yours. You melted into her embrace as you squeezed your hands around her stiffened biceps. 
“As much as I’d love to kiss you forever, I’d love to get out of this damn maze as soon as possible,” you giggled, pulling back from her lips after a moment before continuing your way through the trails.
-
“We’re never making it out of here alive,” you pouted, throwing your head back realizing you were caught in yet another dead end. You were caught off guard by the feeling of a set of hands grabbing you from behind and pulling you back against their body, causing a shriek to leave your mouth..
“You’re so sexy when you’re scared, all tensed up,” Rhea quietly chuckled into your ear. “plus that little outfit making you all vulnerable isn’t helping your case,” she added, her teeth nipping at your earlobe while her arms pulling your back further against her chest.
“Not funny Rhe’,” you whined. Although your body relaxed knowing you were in the safety of Rhea’s arms, your heartbeat was still stuck in your throat, the thrill of Rhea’s sudden instigating had already begun forming a puddle in between your legs.
Rhea let out a breathy chuckle as she placed a kiss below your ear, “did you really think I’d be able to control myself when you look like that?” she murmured, her hands trailed to the bust of your strapless bodysuit.
“Mm- no but I assumed you’d have enough self control to wait till we got home,” your giggle soon turned into a quiet gasp as Rhea quickly flipped the bust of your outfit down, revealing your chest to the brisk air. Her hands glided to cup your breasts as her lips connected to the crook of your neck. Her fingers took hold of your nipple, rolling the flesh between her digits causing a hitched curse to leave your mouth. 
Rhea soon guided your body face hers, a satisfied smirk painted across her lips as she bent down and took your nipple into her mouth. Her knee found itself separating your legs causing a whimper to escape your mouth as her knee pushed up against your needy heat.
“Rhe’, we might get caught,” you whispered, your hands reaching to grab Rhea’s face, a grin creeping onto her lips as you pulled her face up to yours.
“Oh baby,” Rhea murmured, trailing her hand down the length of your bodysuit, “that’s the fun part,” she added before quickly yanking the fabric covering your core to the side. You sucked in a harsh breath, a shiver running through your body as the bitter autumn air hit your slicked heat.
“No panties? Naughty girl,” Rhea clicked her tongue as her finger slipped across your wetness, gathering your juices on her finger, “look at you, all soaked for Mami,” she hummed before taking her finger into her mouth, sucking your juices from her skin.
Rhea brought herself to her knees before you, her cobalt eyes twinkling in the moonlight as they trailed up your body, silently asking for permission. Although a quickie in a corn maze was definitely not in your Halloween plans, Rhea's mouth was nearly always impossible to resist. Once you nodded your head in approval she began peppering soft kisses to your inner thighs, leaving you whining at the sensation of her warm lips against your chilled flesh.
“Such a brave girl for me,” Rhea quietly praised, tossing one of your legs onto her shoulder, “I think you deserve a treat,” locking eyes with you she flattened her tongue against your cunt. She licked a wide stripe up your wetness, humming at the taste of your arousal. Your hand found itself tangled in her hair, pulling at the jet-black strands as her pierced tongue began rounding your clit. 
You chewed at the insides of your cheeks, hoping to stifle your whines when Rhea’s tongue sank into your heat. Quiet hums of approval escaped from Rhea as her tongue prodded with your entrance, her nose pressed against your clit. 
Rhea’s mouth returned to lapping circles around your bundle of nerves while her pointer finger snuck into your hole. Your abdomen tensed in reaction to her finger rhythmically pumping into your tightness. Faint whines echoed from the back of your throat as Rhea’s tongue worked alongside her finger that toyed with your aching core.
It wasn’t long until a second finger dipped inside of you, resulting in a whined “Fuck,” to escape your throat. Rhea’s tongue stayed focused on tracing shapes over your clit, her eyes still gazing up at you, clearly enjoying the sight of you losing control over her touch.
The adrenaline of knowing there was a possibility of someone rounding the corner and catching the two of you only fueled Rhea’s gestures. Your eyelids squeezed shut at the sensation of her fastened pace, 
“Mami,” you threw your free hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans, “oh- fuck Mami,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against Rhea’s face, your climax rapidly approaching.
The curling of Rhea’s digits as they pumped into you initiated your orgasm. Muffled moans left your mouth as your climax washed over you, releasing all the tension that sat inside your stomach onto Rhea’s fingers. 
Rhea assisted you in riding out your peak before retracing her fingers from your insides. She brought herself back to her feet, licking her fingers clean, the remnants of your slick coating her chin. “Better than any Halloween candy I’ve had,” she praised under her breath.
“How sweet, but please get me out of here,” you giggled out of breath, playfully rolling your eyes as you adjusted your costume.
You hopped onto Rhea’s back after gladly accepting a piggyback ride from her. Rhea successfully guided the both of you through the rest of the maze, thankfully making it out with minimal scares.
“Jesus, what took you guys so long?” a friend questioned as Rhea carried you to your group of friends who were sat at a bench waiting for the pair of you to show up.
“It's a maze! We got lost!” you threw your hands up in self defense.
377 notes · View notes
syluscore · 2 years ago
Text
Choke Me
~Leon Kennedy x female! Reader~
Word count: 2127
This is my writing for an anonymous request that I have copied below:
“I was thinking, (with a female reader please) it’s set just after the story of RE4 and you are Leon’s work partner and romantical partner, so (there is a scene in the original where he chokes Ada and this is kinda inspired by that) back in Spain he was momentarily mind controlled and strangled you. Now that you guys are back home the bruises have formed on your neck and he refuses to touch you out of guilt, but all you know is that he refuses to touch you, so you try to seduce him almost by doing stuff like wearing lingerie, laying seductively. Then one moment it almost works but he closes himself off again so you confront him and want him to tell you what’s wrong, then he tells you and you guys have a heart to heart. Then it ends in a smut!”
Content warnings: smut, sexual content, small argument, reader self-deprecating, choking, worship/degrading/praise kink meshed into one, love bites, oral (female receiving,) fingering, overstimulation, consecutive orgasms
!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!
“You know what? Fuck this. And fuck you too actually,” you said before pushing yourself up from the dining table, your chair scrapping across the hardwood floor. “I can’t even find it within myself to be sorry when you won’t tell me what I’ve fucking done. You see the issue with that, don’t you?” Leon sat completely still in his chair across from you, eyes wide.
He stumbled over his words, unable to formulate a response to your outburst. “I,” he begins before sighing deeply, “what?” He gave you a disbelieving look and it had you seeing red. Your hands were shaking at the confrontation playing out.
“Is this it for us then?” you asked, somehow managing to keep your voice level. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, you wanted to reach across the table and shake the man. Your heart felt like it was crumbling in your chest and your fight or flight mode was activating.
“What are you talking about?” Leon tilted his head and shrugged his shoulders at you. How was he going to sit there and act as if your reaction is preposterous? “Let’s just eat-”
You didn’t give him a chance to continue his suggestion. You had no energy and not an ounce of mental capacity to bullshit around with him anymore.
“No, let’s not just eat, Leon. You won’t look at me, you won’t touch me. Fuck, you can barely even talk to me. It’s like I’m not even here. I’ve never felt so,” your eyes scanned the wall behind him as you searched for the words, “I feel like I’m nothing. I feel so fucking shitty. And I don’t want to feel this way anymore. I’m really fucking tired of feeling this way. So you tell me. Is this it between us?”
You fell back down into your chair and let your head fall back. You let out a sigh to try and ease your nerves, but your lungs still felt like they couldn’t take a steady breath. You force yourself to take a few deep breaths before bringing your head back down to face Leon.
“Why would you,” Leon nervously bit his lip, “Why would you think this is it for us?”
“Because of the way you’ve been making me feel, Leon. Did you hear anything I just said?” 
“No, well, yes I was listening,” he struggled to maintain eye contact with you, “None of this has anything to do with you. Or with us. I’m just, I’m just struggling.”
“Struggling with me? I don’t understand. Help me understand,” you were basically begging him at this point. You would beg, plead, bargain your soul for him to just talk to you. You were partners, best friends, lovers, but he couldn’t even look you in the eyes.
“I almost killed you,” he said plainly.
You raised your eyebrows at him, “Well, a lot of things have almost killed me.”
“When I was choking you, it may not have been me doing it and I know it was out of my control,” he takes a shaky breath, “But fuck man. I was still there. I had to watch as life slowly left your eyes in my hands. Because of me. At my hands.” He seemed lost in his own head once again. “How do I get over that? Every time I look at you, I’m taken back to that moment.” His eyes had glazed over and he tried to blink them back into focus.
You quickly stood up from your chair again and climbed over the table to him. You knocked over all sorts of food and drinks, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care at all. You pushed his plate to the side as you sat down in front of him, your legs draping around either side of him.
You bring your fingers to his chin and slowly lift his face up to look at you. “Can I be honest with you, Leon?” you asked him as you gently ran your fingers across his jaw. He nodded as he continued to stare up at you.
An airy laugh left your mouth before you slowly shook your head. “I don’t think I was scared at all. I know it wasn’t you doing it, but I was still looking up at you as you were still looking down at me. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy that moment. It felt intimate almost. Felt like a level of vulnerability between us,” a blush slowly crept up your cheeks.
“You enjoyed me, nearly choking you to death?” he asked slowly.
“Well, not the almost to death part. But the choking was intense,” you shook your head and laughed, “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
Leon’s fingers deftly ghosted over the marks on your neck as you closed your eyes and absorbed his touch. His fingers caressed the skin back and forth, over and over.
“I can’t get rid of the memories, but,” Leon paused, deep in thought.
“But you could cover them with new ones,” you finished for him. You two were so close that it was often easy to put together what the other one was trying to say.
His hand wrapped around your throat, each finger perfectly matched up with the previously left marks. He slowly applied pressure to your neck. You gulped deeply at the touch, only further pressing your neck into his palm. He didn’t cut off your air, but he slowed the blood flow to your brain.
Your brain went foggy. Feeling as if you were encased in clouds. You felt weightless, almost detached from your own body. It was blissful and the longer he choked you, the more arousal started to pool deep in your belly. 
His lips found your jaw, barely making contact with your skin as he left ghostly kisses up and down the edge. His hand fell from your neck as he stood up in front of you. One of his hands held tightly to your waist as the other hand tangled in your hair. He tilted your head back, fully baring your neck for him.
He left a line of gentle kisses across your entire throat. Not one dark spot was left untouched by his lips. He then started to suck deeply on the tender skin. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he left a different kind of bruise over the previous ones. 
He gripped your jaw and turned you to face the decorative mirror across the room. “Look at you. Every time you see your reflection, you’ll be reminded of how much of a good girl you are for me. My good fucking girl,” he spoke darkly into your ear, continuing to firmly hold your jaw in his hand. 
He abruptly turned you back to him and his lips went crashing into yours. You couldn’t help but whimper as you rolled your hips into his.
His hands held your hips firmly in place, stopping you from grinding into him any further. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he chuckled into your mouth.
“Please, I want you so bad, Leon-”
“Oh I know, and you’re gonna fucking take it too. But it seems you’ve forgotten just what you do to me. And I’m gonna have so much fun reminding you,” he pushed your back down onto the table, pushing your knees apart to make more room for him. A plate went crashing to the floor, but neither of you flinched, too caught up in each other to be worried about a worthless dish.
He pushed your skirt up until it was bunched at your waist, displaying your lacy panties with an obvious wet spot decorating them.
“All for me, princess? You shouldn’t have,” he tsked as he yanked your panties down your legs, causing you to yelp before tossing them somewhere behind you. He stared at your wet pussy, “Fuck. Glad I still have that effect on you, baby. You get wet like a fucking virgin for me, yeah?” 
You whimpered as your hips involuntarily raised up in search of friction. Leon dropped to his knees, his mouth level with your spread cunt. Your legs draped over his shoulders as he sucked little love bites into your plush thighs.
“Please,” you whined, “I need you to touch me so bad, fuck.”
“Of course, sweet girl. I’m going to stay on my knees and worship this sweet, little pussy until I’ve had my fill of you. You’ll never question who my God is ever again,” as soon as the words left his mouth, his lips were connecting directly to your clit and sucking harshly.
Your hips bucked up into his mouth as he continued his intense movements against your pussy. It felt like more than an oral fixation; he truly was showing you what it meant to worship something so absolute through his mouth on your pussy. 
He pulled his mouth away from your pussy and watched as he shoved two fingers inside of you. Your pussy was clenching around his thick fingers. The wet sounds coming from his movements were loud and downright pornographic. 
“Fuck, look at me, baby. Look how your pussy sucks up my fingers. Such a desperate fucking hole,” he instructed you as you looked down and watched as his fingers spread you open sloppily. You could see your arousal running down his hands and your thighs. It was at that moment that his fingers curled just right and found that sweet, sweet fucking spot inside of you.
Curses started pouring from your lips as you arched your back, allowing him to hit your sweet spot every time his fingers moved inside of you. With his free hand he reached up and gripped the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him.
“Fucking watch me when I fuck you,” he said harshly. Your mouth was hanging open as you panted uncontrollably. His mouth came back to your clit and he flicked his tongue over it so fast yet so gentle at the same time. You struggled to keep your eyes open as he created the perfect storm inside of you, slowly and persistently sending you closer and closer to your climax.
You weren’t sure how much time passed, his tongue devouring your clit and his fingers fucking your tight hole. Each second felt drawn out as the sensations overtook your brain. 
You were shaking and pathetically moaning beneath his touch. He held you so close to your release for what felt like an eternity before he fucked his fingers deeper into you and sent you soaring over the edge.
Your head slammed back into the table and maybe if you weren’t so far gone, you would’ve felt the pain of the hard hit. But that would be a problem for another time. The only thing you could think of right now was the hot, intoxicating pleasure wracking through your whole body. 
Your body started to tremble from the overstimulation as you tried to push Leon away, but he never slowed his movements. It was too much, the pleasure was almost painful. Your face felt like it was burning up as drool poured down your chin. If you had the ability to speak, you would’ve pleaded with him to stop. Your hands desperately searched for something to grasp onto, before entangling them in his hair.
You felt like you might start sobbing, but then your back was arching and you were coming again. The orgasm hit you harder than any other one had ever hit you before. It had you screaming, wrapping your thighs tightly around Leon’s head, and tears pouring from your eyes. It seemed to last forever, every muscle in your body spasming with pleasure.
Leon pulled away and leaned over you. He kissed your neck as you tried to catch your breath. You kept whining as the aftershocks coursed through you. Everytime you got a proper breath into your lungs, it felt like your clit would pulse and you would be whimpering again.
“Open your eyes,” Leon demanded and you immediately complied. “How do you feel? Have any doubts, baby?” he spoke condescendingly. 
“I feel fucking ravished,” you spoke breathlessly. Your huffing and puffing persisted as he chuckled at you.
“I’m not even close to being done with this pussy. You’re gonna take it and take it and fucking take it until you feel destroyed and worshiped at the same time. I’ll make you understand how it feels to be a God, baby,” he told you before spreading your legs open for him again. 
How will you be able to feel like a God if Leon sends you to meet him first?
~masterlist~
628 notes · View notes
minimomoe · 2 years ago
Text
another scrap of mine that is just my horny brain going off abt Toji. warning ⚠️ somnophilia so if you’re not into that look away!
Why do you keep moving so much?”
“Why do I keep– you’re not moving enough ,” you hissed at your husband and his chuckle rumbled through his chest. You laid on top of Toji, skin to skin, heart to heart, and, his favorite, his cock inside of you.
Take a nap with me , he said, so sweetly, so innocently. When you got underneath the covers, he tugged at your shirt and pouted. Aren’t you gonna get hot? This man talks you out of your clothes at any given chance and you fall for it every single time. You couldn’t deny him, you didn’t have it in you. So when he stripped you down and held you flush against your chest you didn’t think anything of it. When his fingers traced your spine and cupped your ass you raised your brow but paid it no mind. He has always been a touchy person. You were laying naked together, for crying out loud. But one thing turned into another, and he coaxed you into sitting on his half hard length after continuously teasing you for thirty minutes with misleading touches. You thought the situation would progress itself like it did already, because there was no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you, but up until two minutes ago he was slightly snoring. He was sleeping and you were embarrassingly wet.
“Toji,” you whined. You weren’t able to move much. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and one of his legs was tangled up with yours. You tried to take slow, even breaths to focus your mind anywhere but the dull stretch you felt between your legs but it wasn’t working. You tried to move inconspicuously against him but he only tightened his hold on you.
“We’re supposed to take a nap.”
“ You want to take a nap. I want to get fu—“
“I’ll move if you ask nicely.”
You could hear his cocky smile and you stopped fussing. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You want me to beg?”
Toji adjusted himself underneath you and you let out a shaky moan. He barely moved but it was enough for the head of his cock to rub right against your g-spot in a way you’ve been craving for nearly an hour now. He looked down at you, a playful glimmer shining in his eyes. “I want to sleep. You can do whatever you want.”
“Can I now?” You said dryly. He laughed once again and turned his cheek to rest in a pillow. He removed one of his arms off of your shoulder to hold the back of his head, his other hand resting on your waist. He was giving you an out if you wanted it. You could get up and leave, then have him trailing behind you later. You wanted to make him eat his words and the thought of leaving without getting what you wanted now was torture.
“Fine,” you muttered, snuggling deeper into his chest. “Let’s sleep.”
“Let’s.”
So you did. You took all of the spiteful energy you had to force yourself to become drowsy. It was rather easy when you had a goal in mind because Toji was the perfect temperature. The fan you turned on before hopping in bed with him offered a subtle white noise that you needed, and you simply turned off your brain to enjoy the moment. Toji didn’t expect you to fall asleep so fast. It had only been ten minutes and you sounded like you haven't had a good night’s rest in days. You snored against his chest, lifting your head to rest your other cheek on his skin and he thought you woke up. To his dismay you really were napping. The only problem is that you never stopped pulsing around him.
He felt your anticipation the first time he slipped inside. You fluttered and rocked your hips into his, but Toji didn’t reciprocate in any way. He silently laughed at your attempts, trying hard to keep a stoic expression. He thought you would’ve broke the second he told you to take off your clothes. You were ready to pounce him then and your arousal only grew from there. Now, with you hanging off of his body, he can only pay attention to how your body pushes against him more in some places than others. How your knee was hiked up and nearly touched his elbow, or how you were dripping all over his pelvis and the bedding.
Toji groaned and thrust once again into you. He did not expect for the tables to turn so quickly. It was the exact same thing he did to you, except he knew that you would truly get up and leave without sparing him another glance. His hand skated down your back and over the curve of your ass where he gripped it gently.
“Baby,” he whispered. “Honey?”
He received a noncommittal sound from you and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was only getting harder and you earnestly napped away. You clenched around him again, causing him to curse under his breath and hold your waist with both hands.
“I can’t believe you. You’re really gonna sleep at a time like this?” He said into your ear. You didn’t respond because you really were sleeping, but Toji was unbearably hard now and couldn’t hold out anymore. He laced his arms around your back, one hand held the back of your head, and his feet planted flat on the bed. He eased himself in and out of your warmth, sighing heavily at the friction.
You groaned from his movement, quick to wake up from the soft moans he was releasing. His fingers sank into the flesh of your ass and you pushed back down on him.
“What happened to sleeping?” You licked the hollow of his neck. Your nails dragged along his arms as you pushed yourself up, your body unsticking itself from his to look down at him better. The view was always nice on top of him. His body has softened over the years. No longer chiseled and contoured to the bone, but the heavy muscles were still visible. Your hands rested on the base of his neck and you asked your question again.
“You’re really asking me that?” He grunted. You leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth and his lips followed you. You dodged them well, instead licking the top of his nose and leaned back.
“I just want you to know that I won,” you answered. You decided that you were taking control now. Toji watched in awe while you rode him languidly. One hand of yours rested on his knee behind you, making you stretch your body and lengthen your curves. His hands travelled up your stomach reverently until he reached your breast, pinching the nipples between his fingers to hear you gasp just the way he likes. He wanted to put one in his mouth but when he tried to move you pushed him back.
“Just lay down. Let me take care of you.”
His green eyes were blown wide watching you. His hands held your hips instead, one hand closer to your clit to run circles on your clit. He was close to coming, too close since he’s been inside of you for an hour now. His hips matched your rhythm, rutting into you, chasing that sensation that was right there. You shivered, your own orgasm nearing with the touch of his hand, and the way the head of his cock was pressing the spongey spot deep inside of you.
“I’m gonna come,” he murmured, bringing your hips down faster.
“Good,” you chuckled. “That’s the point, no?”
You relaxed into him again, your mouth exploring his, swirling your hips to spell his name. Toji couldn’t hold back anymore and came before you did. He held you on his cock, ramming up until every drop of come was deep inside of you, his strokes sloppy and uneven. You bit his shoulder harshly until he slowed down, then smiled into his skin. You rocked into him again, picking up speed and holding his chin when you lifted your body up from him.
“I just— give me a second!”
“I know, baby, I know,” you hummed. You pushed your thumb past his lips and watched his jaw go slack.
“Let me get you off with my mouth,” he begged around your finger. You were overstimulating him and it was almost too hard to watch. A sheen layer of sweat covered your skin, your stomach contracting the faster you fucked him, and he felt his balls tighten again.
“Don’t wanna come that way,” you murmured, grinding into his pelvis instead of bouncing on him. His thumb drew faster circles on your clit and you bucked into it. “Want you to fill me up,” you panted. “Too much?” You asked him that with your eyes glazed over with lust. He cuffed the back of your neck for another kiss, fucking your with newfound vigor. He could never get enough of you.
543 notes · View notes
xiaosorbet · 1 year ago
Text
you try to get kaveh to stop working so hard, only to find that he’s not exactly doing work. (kaveh x reader)
1.5k words, no warnings, fluff, reader and kaveh are roommates, written with kind of a college au in mind but nothing specific is mentioned, gender neutral reader
“don’t you need sleep?”
your voice resonated throughout the small bedroom, accompanied only by the scratchy sounds of pencil against paper. your roommate kaveh sat at his desk, focused on some assignment of his.
“no.” his tone was blunt and sure, leaving little room for debate, although the eyebags settling below his tired ruby eyes begged to differ.
you rolled your eyes from your place on his bed. you should’ve expected that answer.
he didn’t look up from his work at all. he was encased in his own little world with his work - although trapped seemed a more fitting word. he spent countless nights just like this: working on a project last minute either because he had scrapped his previous work on the grounds of it being imperfect (to you, everything he came up with seemed fine. amazing, even), or because his inspiration had conveniently only chosen to appear right before a deadline.
a helpless sigh left your lips. you continued to lie on your stomach, watching him with your chin on your palms. he was obviously tired. it seemed the more tired he was, the more stubborn he chose to be about not taking a break.
it was always hard to get through to him on nights like these. bribery, trickery, words of persuasion… none of them worked. each time you tried to coerce him away from his work, seeing him grow more fatigued by the minute, his determination and complete and utter stubbornness won out.
your concern for his wellbeing as his roommate and friend was always clouded by his desire to not only meet expectations, but exceed them and constantly deliver perfection even at the expense of his own health.
but tonight, you would have none of that.
“when is that even due?” you asked him, once more trying to get his attention. if it wasn’t extremely urgent, then you wanted him to get the rest he so sorely deserved, even if he didn’t agree.
a pause. you saw his eyes dart to the side, away from you. “…around this time tomorrow.” he said it haltingly, as if he was a little unsure.
you raised your eyebrow. “will you be busy the whole day tomorrow?”
“well, no… but this is really important. it needs to be perfect,” he turned to you then, resting his cheek on his knuckle. he blew out a small exasperated breath, like a frustrated child would.
and here he was once more trying to justify his simply ungodly working hours with the fact that it needed to be the best. in your ever-changing lives, that was one constant you wished he would break.
feeling somewhat fed-up with his uncompromising will to work himself to death, exhaustion clear as day on his face, you stood up and approached the desk. “let me see it.” you were sure that whatever was on the paper was more than good enough already. he was always too hard on himself.
as you moved closer to his workspace, he sprung into sudden alertness, the hand where his face had been resting moved away, and he covered whatever he had been sketching with both his forearms. you furrowed your brows in clear confusion. he had a sort of deer-in-headlights look on his face.
“kaveh?”
you stared at him, waiting for an explanation. he remained still, arms not budging, eyes looking everywhere but at you.
“come on, i’m sure it’s already amazing. and even if it isn’t, you still have the whole day tomorrow to work on it. you clearly need some rest.”
“but i-” he began. his arms moved towards himself, pulling the scattered bits of paper closer to him, farther from you. you didn’t let him finish speaking.
“tut! no buts. show me.” his behavior wasn’t too unusual; sometimes he’d refrain from showing people the rougher, less coherent of his ideas. but you didn’t care whether it was fully fleshed out and polished or just the messy beginnings of a concept. everything he spun with his mind and fingers seemed to capture you. nothing he did was imperfect to you.
you wished he’d see that, especially during times like this. “i’m sure it’s already amazing, just like everything else you draw.”
“that... that’s not… i…” he stumbled over his words as a faint blush, soft and pink as a flower petal bloomed on his cheeks.
taking advantage of his momentary discomposure, you quickly leaned in and seized a piece of paper from underneath his arms, ready to shower his work with compliments in hopes of convincing him to take a break from pressuring himself so much.
rather than the scribbled words and architectural sketches you were expecting to see, your eyes were met with none other than yourself.
rough sketches of you from the neck up, drawn from different perspectives, this angle and that. all in kaveh’s unmistakable style. you’d know it anywhere, the quick strokes that seemed to move faster than his own train of thought, like his hands knew exactly what to do. except you had never seen it like this, lines moving and curving into each other to form a portrait of a person—of you.
you were speechless. the drawings were beautiful. artful, even. for one thing, you were stunned because you didn’t know he was capable of something like this. and for another, the subject of the art in question was you.
in the time you took to stare at his drawings, kaveh had stood up and watched you silently, waiting for you to say something. you’d expected him to jump up and grab the paper immediately, but it seemed that despite his initial adamance in not letting you see it, he now wanted to see your reaction.
a flurry of emotions flutter around in your chest. mostly bewilderment; the fact that he drew you… and so… beautifully… was this how he saw you? was this really how you appeared to him?
“kaveh… did you do these?” you knew it was stupid to ask, but you wanted him to confirm it nonetheless. when you turned to look at him, he immediately averted his gaze.
“yeah, i did.” his voice was quiet and shy, so unlike the usual confidence he had when talking about his works. he seemed now like a child bracing for judgment.
you tried to move into his line of sight. you wanted him to look at you, to see how you felt about it. to see the astonishment and amazement in your eyes when you spoke. “i love it. why did you try to hide it?”
finally, he met your eyes in earnest. his face reddened once more. his usual loud and bright demeanor was replaced by something softer, more fragile. “isn’t it obvious?”
you shook your head, but it seemed that your body was aware of something your mind hadn’t caught on to yet, a warm flush creeping up your neck and your cheeks. he stepped towards you and held onto one end of the paper. you unwittingly breathed in his scent. you encounter it every single day, every time you pass by him, every time you do the laundry. but in that moment, the smell of him suddenly felt much more intimate.
“look, it’s not finished. they’re just rough sketches.” he glanced at the paper before setting his gaze on your face, looking at you sheepishly. a bittersweet smile played on his lips. “i want to draw you to perfection. i want to capture the way i see you in all of its entirety. these don’t even come close.”
and there it was again, his ever-present perfectionism. it confused you; why would he put so much effort into drawing you?
and suddenly, the answer came as quickly your question had. kaveh’s face inched towards yours, his eyes holding desperate meaning, like he could read your mind and was trying to answer with his expression.
kaveh, he…
“it’s already perfect,” you mumbled. you found yourself in a trance, lost in the emotions held in his gleaming red eyes, yet still wanting to reassure him. “…everything you make is beautiful.”
“not nearly as beautiful as you.”
all of this was to get him to rest… you knew what was happening, but you couldn’t let yourself forget that he needed a break still. eyebags still sunk underneath his eyes.
and yet… while you wanted him to stop working so hard—real work or otherwise—part of you now felt that you just wanted him all to yourself.
and so what you did next was what you’d later call a stroke of genius, a master stratagem to achieve both of your goals. not only that, it was also an expression of what you couldn’t quite put into words just yet.
you leaned in and planted your lips gently against his.
despite the tiredness you knew he was harboring, you felt his lips move to form a little smile as he kissed you back. your heart fluttered in pleasant surprise. you felt kaveh’s grasp on the paper wane before he let go completely to cup the side of your face instead.
after a couple seconds of chaste kiss against smiling lips, you pulled back and he grinned at you, his face lit up with joy, all but forgetting about his earlier discontentment. you smiled back at him before reaching to place the paper back on the desk behind him.
“now… how about a break, hm?”
207 notes · View notes
acotrash · 2 years ago
Text
Butcher with a smile - Azriel
Azriel Head canons based off Tear In My Heart by Twenty One Pilots
You stumbled into Azriel's life, quite literally
He wasn't looking for anything, deciding he needed to not be infatuated by someone, that he had hurt both Elain and Gwyn and that was not his intention. That was not who he was, he wasn't that type of male
So instead he went on more missions, begged Rhys to give him more work
Which, eventually Rhys did, but not without unsuccessfully trying to talk to Azriel first
That was a disaster
So Azriel went on his missions and did all the extra work and he was happy, he tried to convince himself of that
One of the missions was to a small village in Illyria where rumors of talks of an uprising were stirring
You were on your way back from the market, poor looking produce in your basket along with some fabric scraps and sowing needles you needed to fix your brother's fighting leathers
Azriel hadn't been paying attention to where he was going, most people gave him space anyway. But not you
No, you had walked right into him
The Shadowsinger's glare could bring rival villages, no, could bring whole courts to their knees and that glare was fixed at you. Shadows coiled tightly around his upper torso
He was surprised and slightly stunned at your own glare directed towards him
You let out an impatient huff before continuing on your way back to your little house, his little busybodies of shadows started to whisper in his ear then, your name, that you were the daughter of one of the camplords, that you were being trained to fight and your wings hadn't been clipped, yet. At least one of the camplords was still afraid to piss Rhys off
He stayed around an extra day or two after he found out the origin of the uprising rumors. His shadows delighted in telling him every piece of information they found out about you
He'd be lying if he said he didn't stick around to see you again.
He did
Azriel came back more frequently after that first time, all under false pretenses of uprisings, making sure females are training, and once he claimed he left something behind the last time.
You smirked at that last one, an eyebrow raised "And was that your dignity you left behind or was it something else entirely?" He glared at you to which you rolled your eyes
But you had started to look forward to Azriel coming, it was like clockwork. He came back every few weeks
And soon enough, you were always there to greet him, a snarky comment on the tip of your tongue whenever he landed in front of you
It took him long enough to press a kiss to your cheek before he left one time with a promise that he'd be back soon
The next time he returned, you raised an eyebrow as he stood in front of you fidgeting and you knew it was bad when the mighty spymaster fidgets "Oh let me guess, you forget a shadow this time?"
Azriel was glad for the comment as he let out a shaky breath. He was nervous, had been nervous to return back to your village to ask you something
"Do you want to see something?" Azriel asked and you tilted your head. "See what?"
"Velaris" Azriel thought he'd have to beg and plead with Rhys to allow you back to the city, but his brother had just fixed Azriel with a look and asked if he would be happy with you in Velaris or happy to be with you in Illyria. Azriel's answer was quick and easy
Your answering smile brought the Shadowsinger to his knees.
"Show me"
357 notes · View notes
basu-shokikita · 1 year ago
Text
Kloktober 23 Day 26
Pick a tarot card for inspiration
I actually had another draft I was planning to continue today but I scratched it and started over because I wasn't satisfied with it. And yeah, I do like this better, I think.
Have some young pre-Dethklok Toki for tarot card day!
Tumblr media
“Um…I don’t haves money…” Toki said, but the lady dragged him all the same. 
“Shush.” She waved her hand dismissively, before returning to her cards. “This vision is really strong.” She shuffled her cards intensely before spreading them all face-down on her table. Then, she closed her eyes and her hand began hovering over the cards.
Toki swallowed nervously. It was getting dark and he was walking on the streets when this random old lady told him he needed to get a reading and dragged him inside her stand. What he actually needed was some food because he was starving. He wondered if he could beg for scraps at the bakery again. That one girl was really nice to him…
“Ah!” The old lady opened her eyes and dragged one of the cards, staring at it with a wise smile. “I knew it.” She said, before showing it to him.
In it, there was an illustration of a naked woman and man standing beside each other in what seemed to be a field. At the bottom of the card, there were two words.
“De Lovers?” Toki asked, extremely confused. 
“Yes.” She was still smiling. “Signifies love and harmony. A beautiful connection is upon you, my little…” She stopped, blinking. “What is your name, young one?”
“Uh, Toki.”
“Toki.” She repeated calmly. Suddenly, she clasped his hands tightly. “You’re about to meet your soulmate, Toki. Be very aware of your surroundings today! It’s the most important relationship of your life!”
Startled, Toki looked at the card, hanging at the corner of the table and threatening to fall. While he considered himself a romantic, he was highly skeptical of this whole thing. “Um, ladies, dat ams impossible.” He finally managed.
She let go of him, raising an eyebrow. “And why is that?”
“Wells…” Toki forced a smile. “Ams just a homeless boy. I don’t has a house, or foods. I don’t even has clothes.” He pointed at his stained shirt. “Ams just mes and my guitars.”
Her expression went from shocked, to horrified, to finally disgusted. He was pretty used to that reaction, to people dehumanizing him the moment they found out about his circumstances. Normal people hated the homeless, after all. 
Clearing her throat, she faked a smile. “Oh, that’s…” She stretched the collar of her shirt awkwardly. “That’s strange, haha…Lady Fortune is never wrong.” She looked at the card, as if it was disgusting too and shoved it on Toki’s hand. “You can keep it, but I’m waiting for some clients so…” She made a gesture with her eyes.
Toki nodded. “Okays.” He said, shoving the card in his pocket. “Um, thanks.” He said, even though he hadn’t asked for any of it in the first place.
As soon as he turned around, he heard her spray perfume on her table. Again, he was used to it, but it still stung a little. 
Back in the streets, he got the card out of his pocket to look at it. The illustration was pretty cool, he wondered if he could sell it somehow. Maybe he could trade it to the nice bakery lady for a couple of breads?
He noticed one edge of the card being split, though, which seriously undermined his chances at being able to trade it for anything valuable. Curiosity got the better of him, however, and he tried to separate the ends, only to realize there was a card stuck under. 
This card had a different illustration, of a lady pouring water into a puddle of sorts with one hand, the other one pouring water on the ground, with a starry sky in the background. The bottom text read “The Star”. 
Well, guess the silver-lining of not having money was that you couldn’t get scammed because, what the hell. Not that he had believed the lady at all but was she really going around trying to convince people they were about to meet the love of their life? That was just…lame.
On the other hand, he now had two different cards he could trade for possibly food now. That was pretty good. Perhaps the forced fortune-reading had been the fortune in itself. If everything went well, he could share some of his dinner with the kitty cats from around the area.
A booming noise from nearby distracted him and he looked up, tucking the cards safely in his front pocket this time. It was coming from a bar, blaring lights accompanying the loud bass noise. A menu board outside read “Free entry! Rock music all night!” with drawings of guitars and thunders around the text.
These days, anything that had the word ‘free’ caught Toki’s attention instinctively. And there was a crowd forming outside, which only intrigued him more. Leather jackets, spider hair, dark make-up, he could only imagine the music being played was good to attract these types.
Swiftly, he pushed and squeezed himself until he got inside, merely avoiding a couple of bulky dudes about to fight at the entrance. Perks of being small and malnutritioned, he supposed. 
The people inside were crowded around the empty stage, booing and cheering simultaneously.
“Who ams playings?” He asked the guy next to him. He was bald but had a piercing on his nose. 
“Dethklok!” He said. “They aren’t all that great but they have a cult forming around them these days. Probably because they have that guy from Snakes n Barrels.” He snorted. “Bunch of-”
Suddenly, the lights went out and the crowd went insane. Toki was a little nervous so he unhooked his guitar from his back and grabbed it. He really couldn’t afford to get it repaired at the moment so he might as well take care of it.
Five figures walked on the stage and, after a short introduction by the vocalist that Toki could hardly understand anyway, they started playing. Their music was loud, powerful, unrefined. The crowd started dancing with the beats, pushing one another with the rhythm of the music. 
Lights went on and off as the five men on stage demonstrated their craft. The vocalist roared against the mic, black hair, muscly and intimidating. The red-haired drummer beat his arms and legs against the instrument with a force that could only be described as violent. The rhythm guitar played soberly, knowingly, as he was looking down on the audience. Oh, and they also had a bassist. 
But the real star of the show for Toki was the all-white dressed lead guitarist, whose blond locks covered his face as he headbanged, fingers sliding against the guitar strings as if he were born for this. 
Toki had listened to a bunch of guitarists in his short life, especially of the metal genre. This guy, however, had a different kind of energy. Like an aura of holiness surrounded him and his mighty-shredding axe. It was both beautiful and entracing and Toki felt like he had to get closer. He wasn’t even scared of getting hit by the moshpit, he just needed to be closer and witness his guitar God in all his glory.
He shoved and elbowed his way in, managing to stand right in front of him. Like a flash, blue eyes gazed at him, but they were gone, the golden curtain covering his face again. It was like a spark for Toki, though, like electricity spreading through his body, rendering him to life. He was alive and awake and he needed to play guitar with this man. 
It was ridiculous, but the cards flashed in his mind for a brief second, and he wondered if the old lady had accidentally predicted his future after all.
55 notes · View notes
imaginedreamwrite · 2 years ago
Note
After being the punching bag of my manager all day I need someone with BDE to tell her off. But since this is the real world and that won't happen I'm turning to you and your wonderful fanfic world. May you please write something with BDE Steve helping a poor overworked reader
“Sweetheart, are you leaving soon?” Steve was already in the vehicle, his hand clenching the steering wheel with white knuckles as his other hand held the phone against his ear. “We’re supposed to have dinner at 7.”
“Steve, I’m sorry…” he heard the regret in your voice, the sadness over being held back at work again. “My boss has me working overtime.”
“It’s okay, baby.” Steve crooned, never being able to take a harsh tone with you. “I’ll have dinner waiting for you when you get home.”
“Are you…” he detected your pause and he could picture you through the phone biting your lip and anxiously drumming your fingers against your desk. “You’re not mad..?”
“No sweetheart,” Steve cut the engine and yanked the keys from the ignition, slipping them into his pocket, “I’m not mad at you. I’ll see you when you get home.”
“I love you.” You were tired, weary, and Steve was going to fix it.
“I love you too, beautiful.” Steve stepped out of the vehicle and ended the call, returning his phone to the passengers seat before he slammed the door.
Steve stood by the drivers side studying the mansion before him, the lights in the living room illuminating the scattered clothing from the start point up the stairs and into the bedroom. Steve grit his teeth and started stalking toward the front door, angered by the lack of disrespect your boss not only had for you but for his wife.
The slimy bastard thought he could make you work to the bone so he could go back to his soulless hellhole and cheat on his wife. It was disgusting, it was revolting and Steve wasn’t going to let it continue. He was going to deal with the arrogant pinworm the best way he had known how, and he was going to make his entire world implode around him.
“Fucker.” Steve cursed, using minimal force to open the door with a quick tug and once he was in, he began gathering evidence.
Every picture that could’ve incriminated him was taken, every slip of evidence Steve could use to obliterate the bastard for what he had done to you and his wife was recorded. Steve started in the kitchen where the adulterous date started, he worked his way to living room and the scraps of clothing that were shredded during the height of lust.
And then when he was ready, Steve started making his way up the stairs toward the bedroom. He could turn a deaf ear to the twisted and pathetic howling of your boss as he cheated on his wife, the sickly expulsion of sounds egregious to his ears.
“Mr. Smith,” Steve stepped in front of the closed door and raised his foot to kick it open, coming upon the image of your boss being tied up and fucked, “we need to have a discussion.”
The woman was pushed off the bed, your boss scrambling for cover. Steve withdrew the baton from his back pocket and whipped it against the wall, the sickening crack of plaster earning a shriek from the woman and a cry from your boss.
“I warned you once not to fuck with me or my girl.” Steve stepped toward your boss, the baton in his hand smashing into the lamp beside your boss’ head, glassing and ceramic flying everywhere.
“You like to overwork your employees while screwing around on your wife?” Steve questioned with ire, raising an eyebrow as his mistress started to rise to her feet.
“You’re gonna call her.” Steve directed the mistress with a point of his weapon. “And you’re gonna tell her everything, do as I say and you won’t get a scratch on you.”
“Mr. Rogers please-!” Your boss begged, pleading while pissing himself.
“I let my girl work because she wants to be independent, but I’m not putting up with this shit anymore. Now,” Steve tapped the edge of his baton against your boss’s flaccid dick, “let’s have a real conversation.”
226 notes · View notes
smolcinnamonchipmunk · 2 years ago
Note
I like the both the prompts “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” and “Your stomach can wait its dang turn.” !
(Finally able to make something for this request from a while ago! I feel so rusty at writing rn, Jesus. Glossed over the early on bickering because I didn’t feel like writing a lot of dialogue and just wanted to get into it. Honestly, trying to write the argument was delaying me for a few days before I scrapped it ;-;
But, here it is! I hope it’s up to snuff despite taking a couple weeks and being shorter than most with another rushed end. I hope to have the beach episode done by the end of Saturday, but we’ll see. :P) TW/CW: Soft, safe, NONSEXUAL, m/nb g/t oral vore; kind of foodplay?? (It’s crepe filling, so not exactly food) Count: 2426 “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” I paused what I was doing, tapping the whisk I was using against the side of the bowl so that it wouldn’t drip as I turned around to face the ginger demon that was practically drooling on my shoulder. “Beel. Honey,” I said in the tone of mild sweetness over barely restrained irritation as I looked up into his eyes. Which were a bit too glazed over and focused on me for my liking. Simultaneously reaching across the pact to magically give him a tug and lifting my empty hand up to snap and catch his attention both ways, his eyes blinked into focus and I took the opportunity to say, “I’m busy making dinner and dessert right now, and not only will the others not appreciate you eating me in the middle of doing so, I’m also hungry and tired and REALLY want my fucking strawberry crepes. So, your stomach can wait it's damn turn until after dinner, capeesh?” “But, Kaaaat,” Beel’s eyes widened as he begged, reminiscent of a dog begging for a treat.
But, I was too used to this and gave him an unimpressed look, gesturing to the kitchen with the whisk and commanding, “Go sit down and WAIT, Beel.” He whined but reluctantly walked out of the kitchen with the help of some nudging from the pact. I sighed to settle my irritation at being interrupted and turned around to continue cooking dinner. ………………. Dinner was, thankfully, uneventful in the way of arguments between the brothers. Not because they didn’t have anything to argue about, but more because I feel like they could sense my rising irritation anytime voices started raising, mentally tightening the hold on the pacts with the brothers in preparation. Today was just not a day that I had the patience for much bickering. Of course, bickering was inevitable when I got up to put my dishes in the sink and Beel kindly tried to remind me about my ‘promise’. And by remind, I mean a whine that made me sigh with the knowledge of the inevitable onslaught of argument from the other brothers about eating me.
“That’s not fair! I haven’t been able to eat Kat in over a week,” Levi complained, like the Avatar of Envy he was. I groaned and rubbed my temple with my free hand, breathing in and counting like Barbatos and Simeon had suggested. Apparently I could rival Satan on my bad days with my moods. I decided to leave the brothers to fight, knowing that any damages would be something for THEM to deal with, not me. As I walked to the sink and placed my dishes in, I tried to avoid a loud clatter. Humming in mild smugness at the ‘Whoever cooks doesn’t clean’ policy, I walked up to the fridge and took out the small tupperware of crepe cream and strawberries I’d set aside for myself. There were more extras, but this one was for me before Beel could get to the leftovers. Popping over the two little tupperware containers, I got a clean fork and stabbed a strawberry, dipping it in the creme and eating it. “Kat?” I made a noise of curious acknowledgement, looking towards the kitchen entrance with fork still in my mouth, seeing Beel walk in. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I made a disgruntled noise at probably not being able to finish my strawberries and pulled the fork out, saying, “Hey, Beel.” “Can I eat you now,” he asked, placing his own dishes in the sink. Like usual, there were several plates and utensils. “Can I finish my strawberries,” I replied, frowning a bit at his tower of dinnerware. “And you just ate. You know I don’t like being in any of you when there’s food.” The demon let out a whine and placed a hand over his stomach. He looked so dejected that I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for his ever-present hunger. Everyone did say that I gave into the brothers' whims a bit too easily a lot. “Okaaay. Mira.” With a grumpy growl, I cleared my throat from the sticky sweetness of my treat and leaned on the counter. Once Beel gave me his attention, I added, “We can watch a movie or something so that I can finish my strawberries and your stomach can empty, and you can eat me for tonight.” “Really?” Beel’s eyes lit up as he looked at me, able to see drool at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, really. But no going for a run in the morning with me inside,” I grimaced at the thought, very much not wanting to be woken up by being violently jostled. “When you wake up, let me out so I can shower and pass back out.” “Of course,” the demon nodded seriously, taking the instruction seriously since I can, and have, used the pact to make him stop his morning runs while eaten. “Alright then, let’s go.” I closed and grabbed my two tupperware containers and followed Beel to his room. There was still a bit of arguing from the dining room, but I’m pretty sure it’d been long enough that the topic had changed from who should probably get to eat me next. Just the usual brotherly bickering of raised voices and name calling probably. Belphie wasn’t in the room when Beel and I entered, either still in the argument with his brothers or gone to catnap somewhere, so I didn’t hesitate to flop down on the purple comforter while Beel started up the TV. “Do you have any movie in mind?” He asked, catching my attention. I shook my head, sitting up and carefully setting my small tupperware aside to look at the ginger demon. Humming a bit, I said, “You can pick whatever you want. Wasn’t there some movie that came out that you wanted to watch?”
“Oh yeah. That new horror movie that came out. Are you sure though? I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”
“I mean, not really, but I’m probably not even watching the whole thing,” I replied, feeling like we’d probably get into about thirty minutes max before he ate me. “I’m just here to chill and eat my strawberries before you eat me.”
“Fair,” Beel’s eyes glossed over a bit at the thought and he shook himself from his fantasizing to look at the movies on the shelf. After a couple seconds of searching, he pulled out the movie he wanted and put it in, patting his bed once he sat down.
I moved over from Belphie’s bed to his to sit in front of him while we started watching the movie. Sitting cross legged in front of him, I carefully ate my strawberries and creme while he rested his head on top of mine, arms loosely wrapped around my middle.
The movie was something about people in mirrors being able to kill their real life counterparts, at least from the looks of the first few minutes. Then it moved onto some family who would probably inevitably have to face their mirror selves and likely not die because they were the main characters, and no movie I’d seen had the balls to kill off children on screen. That one side chick was totally going to die somehow though, I could feel it.
I didn’t get to see it though because once my strawberries were all gone and we’d watched maybe twenty minutes of the movie, Beel’s stomach loudly growled behind me, causing me to jolt. I’d honestly gotten too absorbed in the movie to remember why we were watching it in the first place.
“Can I eat you now, Kat?” Beel whined, arms tightening around my abdomen as he sort of hugged me to himself like a living teddy bear to try and ignore the hunger pangs.
“Tch, yeah, you can eat me,” I snorted in amusement, reaching up to pat him. I was still a bit annoyed, but felt a lot better than when he’d interrupted me while cooking. Besides, I couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared as I felt him lean into my hand.
“Can I use the crepe stuff?”
“Ehhh,” I glanced at the currently closed tupperware, not really feeling like being drizzled in the stuff. But, I was going to end up soaked by saliva and eaten anyways, so I supposed it didn’t really matter. “Fine. Just try not to make a mess everywhere.”
“Thanks, Kat,” the demon purred, something that rumbled in his chest and I could feel it against my back as he hugged me closer briefly. Without any hesitation, he began to recite the protection and shrinking spells, causing me to shudder at the feeling of magic coursing through me.
A familiar sense of vertigo washed over me and I tried to shake it off on instinct as I was quickly shrunk down to half a foot tall on the bed, finding myself carefully scooped up by Beel.
“You doing alright?” he asked on routine, though he was already licking his lips in anticipation. Still, he was restrained enough to allow me a response.
“Yeah, I’m good. You’re set to go ahead.” I nodded up at him, still finding myself easily overwhelmed by the brothers size when I shrunk. I wasn’t scared like I used to be, but there was still something daunting going from normal size to almost handheld in mere moments, and I could never quite get used to it.
Being given permission to continue, Beel looked as excited as a Golden Retriever that found a treat, replying, “Let me know if I hurt you or anything.”
“Will do.”
Beel excitedly glanced down at the two tupperware containers and obviously thought about how to utilize the crepe cream without spilling it all over his sheets. He decided to place me down while popping both plasticware open and then scooped me up to deposit me in the container that had had the strawberries.
“Ugh, I’m already looking forward to a shower,” I grumbled at feeling the residual strawberry juice soak into my shoes and socks with the knowledge that I was only about to get stickier.
“Sorry, Kat.” Beel apologized as he picked up the crepe filling container, pausing as he glanced at it, warring with his guilt and innate desire to use it.
“It’s fine,” I waved off his apology, adding, “I already said it was okay, and I’d be showering afterwards anyways.”
He hesitated only a second before nodding and starting to tip the other container above me.
I braced myself as much as I could for it, tensing and unable to keep my mind from going to the comparison of one of those slime dump videos from the Human Realm. But, I still wasn’t prepared for the chilled sensation as it was drizzled on top of me, making me yelp in surprise. After a few seconds, the entire container had been dumped on me and I was left raising my arms with a grimace, covered in crepe filling that dripped off my arms and body.
“You ready, Kat,” Beel asked, carefully plucking me out of the tupperware, three fingers to my back and thumb against my chest.
“Ready as usual. And the more we wait, the stickier I’ll be,” I stuck my tongue out in distaste, feeling like I could already feel the sugary liquid drying on my skin and clothes. But, maybe that was just my immense dislike for anything sticky against me.
“I’ll be quick.” Beel purred, licking his lips again before raising me up to his mouth.
I made a small noise as he licked my front from chest up, his tongue taking a good chunk of the crepe filling with it and replacing it with warm saliva that contrasted the still kind of chilled cream.
“Mmm, you taste really good,” the demon said. Despite him saying similar stuff everytime, my face still heated a bit with embarrassment, still unsure how to feel about the ‘compliments’.
“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, trying to ignore the redness at the tips of my ears.
Thankfully, Beel never really cared about whether or not I got flustered, so he didn’t tease as he opened his jaws and shoved my upper body into his mouth.
Carefully clamping his teeth around my middle, everything around me rumbled from his purring. He didn’t waste any time as he immediately started tasting me, sucking and licking the crepe filling off of me. The eager tasting probably only lasted seconds, but I was still left gasping for air when he paused to swallow the excess saliva that had pooled in his mouth, using my arms to press away from his tongue and try to allow me more breathing room.
Gluttonous as he was, the reprieve was brief and I found his teeth splitting apart slightly to shove more of me inside.
“Beel!” I couldn’t help but exclaim a bit as I was quickly forced further into his jaws, my arms slipping over the precipice at the back of his tongue. A loud swallow made my ears pop, drawing me into his throat. Several greedy swallows followed, each as noisy as the last.
It was obviously pretty constrictive in his throat, but it definitely had more give than his brothers, something I was thankful for with his habit of eating me at larger sizes than the others. I could feel him place a hand against me from the outside of his throat as I was worked down past his collarbone, where he sighed in satisfaction and purred even louder, rattling me to my bones.
I could feel him hunch a bit forward as I slipped past his heart and lungs into his stomach, knowing that he was doing his best to feel me even more.
“Are you okay, Kat?” Beel asked, voice laced with satisfied bliss at having his hunger sated.
“Yup, fine,” I called back up, pushing myself to a sitting position. I shook off the small daze that naturally came with being eaten, let alone eaten upside-down. Huffing a bit from the trip down, I stretched and asked, “You feeling better.”
“Always, with you inside,” the demon purred.
“Well, I’m glad to help your hunger pangs, but don’t forget to let me out in the morning before your run,” I yawned, already not looking forward to being woken so early.
“I won’t.”
73 notes · View notes
bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago
Note
Hi, I hope you’re ok. I just wanted to give you a heads up that someone who also writes for Mitch Keller is a little concerned about your character being called Sunny, because the MC in their fics is also called Sunny 🙄.
They made a post about it yesterday, and said they’d be keeping an eye on it. I just wanted to let you know as i really love your Mitch Keller fics, I think your ability to come up with the stories you do is mind blowing and absolutely incredible. I’m not sure if they’ve reached out to you at all or if they’re looking for some tumblr beef
https://www.tumblr.com/marmie-noir/763182933106442240/have-you-seen-this-i-havent-read-it-but-the
Tumblr media
Hi Babe,
Thanks for flagging it! I had no idea that this was a thing! Honestly I just live in my own little blog, doing my own little thing.
Also I just want to say thank you so much for your kind words on my fics! It means the world to me that you enjoy them so much and I really enjoy writing Mitch because I think he’s such an interesting character.
Nobody has reached out to me which I feel would be the adult thing to if they have an issue with me. As far as I’m concerned it’s just a weird coincidence.
The person in question can be as concerned or unconcerned as they like, it’s not really an issue for me. If you know me and know my work in general, you know I’m not going sneaking around blogs looking for characters and ideas to steal. I have far too many of my own. I’m certainly not lurking on the tags because frankly I don’t have the time or inclination.
I’ve not looked into their character Sunny but here’s some info on mine so there’s no confusion. (Spoilers for two upcoming fics Rhinestones & Her Name Was Lola…)
Mitch and Sunny met at one of his rodeos in Texas, she was singer/songwriter and Ms Oklahoma 2014. They spent a wild night together. She was engaged to a councilman who was boring as fuck, whom Mitch begged her not to marry. She left him at the alter opting to continue a relationship with Mitch.
Mitch made Sunny a promise – which we find out he broke in Her Name Was Lola… and she’s very hurt by it.
Her name is a play on Sonny & Cher, her mom was a massive fan and chose the female equivalent of the name Sonny because in her head there was only one Cher.
She was born and raised in a trailer park before earning money for her family through beauty pageants, which is incidentally how she ended up engaged to the councilman – she craved financial stability, having lacked it growing up and he needed a wife who looked good on his arm.
She likes to wear yellow sometimes to remind Mitch of their first night together – usually lemon yellow or pastel.
Girl knows how to scrap with the best of them and was taught how to shoot by her mom, it’s something they used to on a Friday night when the whiskey bottles from her father started building up.
Sunny and Mitch were together for a long time until his addition issues become too much. She couldn’t stand to see the man she loved kill himself so she left. She had tried getting him into rehab previously several times but he resisted.  – Both Babe and Mitch call her ‘the one that got away’ before she returns to Tulsa.
She spends a few years bouncing around, playing songs around the country before she finally ended up back in Tulsa. She heard Mitch had gotten clean and decided to see for herself.
Currently she helps out behind the bar and plays live music but when the bar shifts into the casino, she becomes house entertainment/hostess, splitting the duty with Mitch and making sure all the patrons have what they need.
If anything else needs clearing up feel free to give me a holler. I like to think I’m a pretty open and approachable person.
4 notes · View notes
bakuzen-xiv · 4 months ago
Text
FFXIV Write 2024 (Day 3): Tempest
The Cabinet of Curiosity was bustling with energy. Regulars were studying at their tables, murmuring amongst themselves over old tomes. The sound was a constant comfort to Moren while he went about his tasks as head of the library.
He enjoyed hearing them go about their day, lively yet out of sight, while Moren sat in his favored area at the top of the center staircase. It was as peaceful as could be — except for one fascinating and strange elf who really ought to use his indoor voice more.
The Warrior of Darkness, Orion, his dear friend, was speaking loud enough for his voice to reverberate across the library. It seemed Moren had made the error of asking him about his favorite author. It was as if he’d forgotten all about it until just then. And now he was going to share every thought that came to his mind about the author before the memories slipped by him again.
“—it’s called The Tempest,” Orion continued, enunciating the last two words as if he expected Moren to write them down. Which he would have, if he wasn’t looking for a pause in the adventurer’s speech to quiet him down first. "A favoured play that I performed often, to an audience of none—"
A shriek escape Moren as he watched the situation escalated further. The adventurer jumped on top of the table with the ease of a practiced fighter, planting his heavy boots among the stacks of books. Entirely unprompted, and entirely beyond anything Moren was trained to handle.
“Orion, what are you doing?!” Moren hissed, his eyes darting around the table as he watched the adventurer step around the table, deftly avoiding each book and scrap of paper while he continued, “—when the mage conjures up a storm to wreck hus enemies' ship—”
“Get down from the table, you…!” Moren felt a blush spread across his cheeks. Was he truly admonishing this adventurer like he would an unruly child? At least children had the decency to look at him, if he ever raised his voice—which he rarely did.
“Orion, I’m warning you one last time—” He reached forward to grab him, attempting to stop the elf's shameless his act of violence towards library property. To nobody’s surprise, Orion dodged his hand with ease. The blush crept further across Moren’s cheeks at the awkwardness of his efforts.
“Fine, I give up!” He turned away from the table to approach the fence that hugged the area’s perimeter. Orion’s voice continued to drone on, but he could at least pretend not to listen. Surely he’d stop, then. Hopefully.
Moren peered over the edge. To nobody’s surprise, several faces were looking up at him from the lower floors. Whether they looked entertained or disturbed, he could not tell from this distance. He gestured an apology nonetheless.
“And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault, set roaring war,” Orion monologued from his makeshift stage, returning Moren’s attention to the center of his current predicament. He twirled across the creaking table, gesturing to emphasise his every word.
With a loud stomp, Orion turned around once more to face Moren, stretching his arm towards his unwilling audience. “To the dread rattling thunder have I given fire!”
Moren could no longer handle his nerves. Nevermind the books falling, these tables weren’t built to support a man’s full weight! “I beg you to stop it with the dramatic soliloquy—”
Shaking his head, Moren moved to clean the books off the table. Better move them out of the way before the man lost his wits entirely and knocked them clean across the Cabinet. Wicked White, if that man were to damage any of the books he worked so hard on, he’d throw the fool over the fence himself!
“The strong-based promontory have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d up the pine and cedar…”
His hand was outstretched to pick up the next book, but he stilled when he noticed the cadance in Orion’s words. He spoke in iambic meter. A quality of carefully crafted lyricism, each syllable as important as the next.
His curiosity gained the upper hand as he looked up at the elf. Orion smiled at him. Perhaps it was the angle or the light, but he looked terribly tired, Moren thought to himself.
“But this rough magic I here abjure…” Orion’s breath hitched, though Moren couldn’t tell if it was part of the act or not. A background in theatre, perhaps?
Moren sighed and stepped back to listen properly, trying to listen attentively despite the flush still burning on his face. He’ll have to punish the man later, he decided.
“And, when I have required some heavenly music,—which even now I do—to work mine end upon their senses, that this airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff.” He dropped a silence after those last words. A true silence, Moren noted with a sudden spike in discomfort, realizing that the usual murmur of background noise had quieted entirely.
Orion was, of course, clueless about Moren’s plans. He moved down into a crouch, gesturing for Moren to step closer. Once Moren was within arms-length, he rested a hand on his shoulder.
That certainly didn’t help his flustered state, and Moren cursed himself for failing to keep his cool.
“Bury it certain fathoms in the earth. And deeper than did ever plummet sound—” He leaned forward, resting one hand on Moren’s shoulder while he moved to whisper in Moren’s ear with a dramatic hiss. “I’ll drown my book.”
Before Moren could even process the ending line, Orion hopped off the table. Moren frowned, his mind racing to piece together fragments of an analysis that came to his mind. “You’ll have to write that down for me,” he said, his mind too occupied to consider a punishment for Orion’s misbehavior.
“Wouldn’t you rather have the full play?” his friend replied, sitting himself back down on the table. Moren cringed at the sight. He decided he could take a moment to think of a punishment.
“But of course,” Moren replied. “Such writing—fictional or not—would be invaluable to our collection…” he started, trailing off when he realized that his enthusiasm was misplaced. “Ah. But you’re unable to travel home.”
Orion shrugged dramatically, dropping his hands back in his hands with a loud slap. “I’m sure one day I’ll have the strength to handle the aetheryte trip back home.” He was looking off in another direction.
Such reassurances worked better when you made eye-contact while saying them, Moren thought, a crinkle in his eyebrows giving away his concern. Still, he hummed in agreement, “After you’ve broken your staff, so to speak.”
“Ha,” Orion laughed, perhaps surprised Moren had listened to his monologue at all. “Yeah, I...” His voice trailed off. It seemed like he was trying to find a retort, but failed to come up with anything. He simply lowered his head and nodded, a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
It was a familiar sight. He had a way of looking like a hurt pup when he got caught up in his thoughts, hence why Moren felt so compelled to entertain him with distractions. It seemed to raise his spirits, at least. Enough to make the adventurer visit him from time to time. The more time they spent together, the more it seemed to hurt Moren to see the cracks in his friend’s spirits. He wanted nothing more than to help.
Moren stepped next to Orion and wrapped an arm around him. With his thumb, he rubbed reassuring circles against the elf’s shoulder for a moment, before breaking the silence. “Well, whatever you choose to do…” He leaned in close to the man’s ears, smirking as he saw the pointed ears flinch. “I’m not letting you walk off before you clean that table.” He tapped his hand against the table they were sitting on. “Understood?”
Orion looked at all the footprints he’d left across its surface. He knew Moren’s definition of clean, and that he would gladly inspect Orion’s work with incredible scrutiny. “Right,” he sighed.
“And,” Moren continued in a chipper tone, patting Orion on his back, “You’re also putting all these books back in place,” he added with a smirk, gesturing to various stacks of books scattered across his work area. Those had nothing to do with Orion. That was just pure payback.
He glanced up at the adventurer, watching the horror on his face as he counted up the half-dozen stacks of books. “Oh, come on!”
No dramatic sighs could hide the crinkles around Orion’s eyes when he was grateful for a distraction. He’d better keep his friend occupied with more mundane distractions, before he came up with any more dramatic ones.
3 notes · View notes
the-creeping-clans · 1 year ago
Text
More Like Your Mother
Dialogue set a bit before the start of the official story. A sweet self discovery piece!
Four Moons before the first moon, on a hazy morning as usual, a lanky built white and gray cat is staring out. A distant green gaze drifting all across the woods before them.
A Forest they would soon be setting themselves out into…
The day was cold, as most were in their territory. But it felt unnerving like it never had before. Like it was creeping up under his skin. Trying to worm itself in.
Treatkit spent his whole kithood begging to finally be seen as older, to finally be on the same level as the larger cats. He felt much bigger despite him being so small. But now he is six moons. It was the night he’d be made an official alumni. Him and his sibling Trickkit.
Yet he still hadn’t spoken the things he thought at all.
While Trickkit found its voice when they were still squeaky and wobbly, he had not.
It was. Scary. Terrifying to face the truth of his heart. Especially as his pops Pumpkinpail had told him so many stories of his real dad. How much they looked alike. He didn’t want to turn from his dad. But he wasn’t like him. Not in every way at least.
He was. Not a he. A she. A molly. How much he wanted to be a sister, to be a granddaughter. He was a mirror of the cat he never got to meet, and he felt so close to his dad when he saw his face in the puddles around camp, to get a glimpse into his lost papas life- to be the reflection of the tom that every cat knew and cared for. A part of him knew that none would be rude or deny him accepting himself. Yet it still felt so selfish. So wasteful. To toss away the scraps he got from his father set in his blood. It was- it was rude. It was practically mocking! He would be spitting on what the stars gave him! He was so. So. So-
“EEP!!” Treatkit cried at the shock of a warm nose nudging his cheek.
The silver speckled senior flinched back from the sudden noise that broke the perfect peace that was the morning. Immediately Treatkit apologized profusely for the shock, even if the other cat was the one to scare him.
Riverwrath muttered his own back and a spark of guilt gripped his stomach at being upset at the mediator for just coming over to him.
A cloud of curiosity misted over the other cats foggy eyes.
“Whatcha thinking bout kid? Nervous for ya ceremony?” His voice was low but clear. With the same cut-off end of words always present in the old cat's speech. Even so it made him want to spill every thought that had stung his mind since he was young. Maybe that’s why he was chosen to be a mediator.
Treatkit realized he was just staring at the speckled tabby tom and had to bite back another apology. Didn’t want to be annoying.
“A little nervous but I’ve always wanted to get out there. To be just like my papa yknow- learn something good.” He said clearly but faltered on his father’s mention.
“Pops tells me all the time about him. Look up to my dad a lot. I have his pelt yknow! I mean of course you know, you knew him- but Pumpkinpail’s alway mentioned it. Spitting image of him…”
Riverwrath let the younger’s words settle for several seconds before looking out where the other was. Out into the blurry forest they’d lived in for so long. While Treatkit couldn’t read his mind he had this twitch in the back of his tongue. As if telling him to say something. Do something besides… stare.
“Yer papa was a selfless soul. See that in ya a lot little look alike-“ the elders' eyes looked at a particular tree, tracing it up and down before continuing to speak. Even as Treatkit waited anxiously to hear anything about his own dad.
“But ya also got yer mother in ya. See it in ya face. The way you’d two listen and latch onta things. Evens when ya was so small. Practically raised that pipsqueak myself with how much she’d stalk me.” He laughed at the memories of the mother he didn’t know much about, clearly seeing the kit that was his mom in his own mind. Or maybe in the spot Treatkit took up.
Treatkit listened harder than he had ever before. His mom. Pops had few stories of her. Apparently she wasn’t too into others' hearts like his dad was. But just like him she had disappeared. Gone into the fog like so many.
“Ya know she’d get so lost in her own shell. I took time trying to crack inta it I’ll tell ya that! She was something special.”
A smile pulled at the usually stoney faced senior and Treatkit ended up leaning closer, just in case the cat whispered.
Good thing he did, as Riverwrath’s gravely tone got much much quieter. “But the cat she became once she spoke startled us all. She was truthful. Her words were practically meals with how much meaning she packed into them. No one would’ve known though.. until she opened up-“
“-What I’m trying to say is, whatever it is, whatever got ya mind in a twist, ya don’t have to unravel it alone. Speaking about yerself will loosen that knot a whole lot trust me kiddo. Did it myself when I was bout yer age. Tacked on the title of a tom and been one since. As did yer mother, though when she was older. She came to me and said she wasn’t no son of mine and we said it to every other cat till they got it right!”
And then back to silence. It wasn’t the tense kind like before. It wasn’t making his stomach turn anymore. Instead it filled him with a kindling that’d he had never felt before those words brought him alive.
With a clearing of his throat,
And a rest of his head against the other cats side,
He said it. Just like his mother had many many moons before.
“I think I’d prefer to be seen as a molly.”
6 notes · View notes
mitch-the-silly · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
“A Terrible Man” Pt.1
Tumblr media
A William Afton introspective narrative inspired by (the narrative accuracy of) the song “TERRIBLE THINGS” (also slightly by “Stuck Inside” they’re the best 2 FNAF songs lore-wise imo).
This does include an OC and is based on my ao3 fic “The Tragedy of The Afton Family”.
Tumblr media
The rubble on the floor of the abandoned Freddy’s was of no consolation to her. The search for Mr. Afton had her exhausted and honestly, Catherine had no idea why she was even looking for him here. Or rather, she had a vague idea as to why. A stupid personality trait as a lead.
She’d known Mr. Afton for almost two decades. If there was anything she’d picked up about him was that he was a man of loyalties to himself. The few times she’d seen him severely affected by something, whatever it may be, he always returned to his firstborn.
Not his ACTUAL first born. If there was anyone he’d rather not return to, it was Michael. He disposed the boy. He simply put up with him because he was kin of his own. He tolerated him at best.
So if not Michael, then what was she referring to? The creation that he loved the most. His ever-so-empowering Spring Bonnie suit. If it was here, it meant he would be back soon. But if it wasn’t it meant she was in for a world of troubles. Best case scenario: they were both here and Catherine could beg him to return to the Afton Robotics facility. She was convinced she wouldn’t be able to take care of it on her own anymore. They were starting to turn against her.
She stepped through the pieces of metal. They all felt a bit too familiar to her. She leaned down to touch it. Its texture felt far from foreign. Not far from the scraps of metal, she found a piece of red fabric. This she recognized immediately, and how couldn’t she? She’d tended to them with her bare hands.
“Foxy…?” She mumbled, traces of pain in her voice. They were similar to that of an anguished mother. She looked a bit above it to find the mangled shell of Foxy’s head. She gasped in slight shock, picking it up as if it were made of porcelain. She ran her petite fingers down the wanton dents on the material.
“Who would do such a thing to you… oh my poor baby…” She felt foolish when she spoke to these animatronics as if they were her own children, but truth is that she built them, rebuilt them, and repaired them for years. She knew them better than some of her family members. Foxy was her favorite, not just because the little guy (ironic since they all towered over her by almost two feet) was always broken, but also because it was Michael’s favorite. To her, spending time in the workshop fixing Foxy, was like spending time patching Michael’s bruises and patches from when they were kids.
She took Foxy’s head in her arms and continued forward. She decided to not look down. The pain of seeing another one of her friends destroyed on the floor would send her into tears. She was in no stable mood and she couldn’t afford to cry break down and cry at the moment.
She flashed her flashlight at arbitrary corridors. She knew exactly where everything was because how couldn’t she? She practically raised herself at Freddy’s. But she almost didn’t recognize it. It was as if she was peering into the casket of a once cheerful, now dead family member. Its organs hallowed out and blood drained and replaced by preserving chemicals. It was a horrific sight to see from the inside. Freddy’s, that is…
She rounded the corner, flashing her light at the one door she’d yet to check: the employee safe-room. She placed Foxy’s head down on the floor leaning it against the wall, facing it away from the door’s direction. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. A feeling of overwhelming doom filled her body as she even considered entering that room.
She ignored it and opened the door. After which she begun coughing. She covered her mouth and nose with the collar of her shirt; the stench of death emanated from that room. She flashed her light directly at the back of the safe-room, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.
Why was Spring Bonnie in this condition? She thought she’d left him in a better position than this. One that would preserve him better. To her, Spring Bonnie was Mr. Afton. Plain and clear. At times she didn’t mean it metaphorically. So seeing him in this condition was like seeing Mr. Afton in the same place.
She got closer, inspecting and poking at it with an arbitrary piece of metal she’d found in the room. Only then did she notice the stain on the floor. A black, putrid stain that revolted her from the very depths of her stomach.
“Goodness!” She jumped slightly. “Ugh! What happened here?” She sighed, upset as she flashed the light right into the suit’s face.
The suit suddenly twitched in response, groaning as its mechanical parts ticked causing her to fall back in fear. A realization dawned upon her, one that made her chest heavy.
There was someone in that suit. Someone long gone, body tattered by a spring lock failure. But the twitch means that there was a spark of life left in there, but it was way too late for them. The floor was already stained with their blood and their (seemingly living) body was rotting.
She reached to touch it out of morbid curiosity. She was absolutely afraid of it, but something didn’t allow her to stop. She tried to touch the face of it. Her plan was to lift the head and identify the victim, but before she could, it grabbed her arm.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, trying to get away, but its grip was too strong.
She looked at it dead in its eyes. Eyes she expected to be blue, as they’ve always been. But these eyes were silver, and they reminded her of the man she was searching for. A friend, a teacher, a coworker.
“Save….me….Star….” The old voice box of the animatronic groaned. Its glitched out, deep voice was not its original. It was someone else’s entirely, and that’s when it clicked.
She knew exactly who was in that suit. Tears streamed down her eyes, her body flailing in an attempt to escape his grip. She tried her best to process everything that she’s just realized, scared down to her marrow. However, he wasn’t going to let go of her arm until he got his blessing.
Out of the suit emerged a spirit of darkness. A shadow-like being that resembled a man. Upon its head were rabbit ears, and its eyes were that damned silver color that made her tremble in fear. It was dressed with a bow tie and its finger resembled claws.
Catherine stood still, freezing like a deer staring at the headlights of a car. The shadowy figure reached for her like one would expect a damned soul to reach for its savior. Perhaps because that’s what it believed was the situation.
“I’ve committed unbearable sins… Sins against you and humanity… Please… I’ve prayed you return to me, my Star, my pupil.” It pleaded desperately. Anguish pouring out from its words.
“M-Mr. Afton… what… what are the extra tracking systems in the Funtimes for…?” She mumbled. She refused to have this question unanswered. It was her priority. Mr. Afton was dead, there was nothing she could to about his situation. She had to know, she had to know if it was really true. If she’d been wrong all her life.
The figure immediately changed its stance and demeanor. Standing straight with a shocked glare. “How much have you seen?”
Now there was the Mr. Afton she knew. Stern and sure of himself, calculating and cold.
“Enough to want to know more.” She responded as she always did. With patience and giving him the benefit of the doubt. He was a misunderstood man. She had to appeal to him in order to get the truth out of him.
“I’d have to, explain, dear.”
“Then explain it, please. It IS what I’m asking of you.”
Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes
shiroi---kumo · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He's been feeling much better since he came clean to Opettaja Sielu but that mean he needed to do the same to the others and it was going to be difficult to show someone again. He needed them to see the scars. He needed them to be aware that his time was limited and even if they just got him back, he couldn't promise them that he would stay. Even if he wanted to.
He desperately wanted to.
If he'd given up on life before now it was a burning fire within him to fight this because he just got them back, he doesn't want to lose them again.
Except this time he would be the one saying good-bye.
How was he supposed to look at any of them and say such a thing?
Hyvästi.
How was he supposed to.... ?
He doesn't know and he doesn't want to.
Somehow he's found himself floating into a room towards the end of the hall where his beloved guard is resting after taking a beating from that creature. He'd been torn open and bones were broken. He had no doubt the Northern Lights were expecting to be down for some time so very least of the things he could do was bring the man a gift.
"Revon are you awak-" He starts only to be met with pink eyes looking deep into his own and a smile on lips he didn't need to see to know it was there.
"Valkoinen. My Valkoinen. Come here."
And it's like he's been pierced straight to his heart with a simple set of two words. My Valkoinen. It's been so long since anyone took claim to him. He has Cid and Rakkani.... Oh sweet dear Rakkani but it's different now with his family in the picture.
Hyvästi.
He doesn't want to say it. Not now. Not ever. Not yet. He doesn't have a choice so the least he can do is make it a bit less painful for his once guard to set upright and in a little less pain.
He's floating over to him and there are already strong arms reaching for him. A hand coming down on his wrist to tug him in closer and soon he is enveloped in a scent so safe he forgot the feeling of love coursing through another body that holds him. This is what real love feels like. This and the others and Rakkani.... This is what it's supposed to be like and not whatever else his mind has twisted into believing was love if only to make it easier to digest.
He's sick to death of being fed table scraps just to keep him happy. Anything to stop the aching pain if hunger in his belly that begs so thoroughly to be loved. This is how he's supposed to feel.
He's allowed enough space to wiggle back as the arms release him only for large hands to make their way to the sides of his face. Calloused fingers gently wiping locks of snow from his vision so his head can be guided down and a gentle kiss from toxic lips to be placed upon his forehead.
This was only toxin he could swallow and it would never dare hurt him. This was the only poison that didn't tear him apart from the inside. This was the only toxin that was truly safe.
"Rakastan Sinua, Valkoinen. I missed you so much My Liege."
The love in the man's voice drips so much deeper than the toxin to his Soul's Breath and pink eyes stare so deep into his gaze that he swears the man could see into his soul.
"If I may be selfish if even only for a moment, My Liege, would you grant me one simple request?"
"Name it and it shall be yours."
"I just would like to hold you for a while, Pilvi. I need to know that you're real. "
Snow colored brows raise for a moment as thin lips spread out into a soft smile.
"That is all you require of me?"
"I wish for nothing else. I just wish to hold you for a short time while I rest."
"What if I grant you more than a short while but instead we take a nap together?"
"There is plenty of room for you, My Lord."
"Revon, you hardly need to continue to be so formal. "
There is a short moment of pause, cheeks flushing behind a mask as bright green brows upturn with the color flushing his face.
"It is a difficult habit to break, My Li - Pil - Valkoinen. May I still call you that?"
"Of course. If I were to wish anyone to keep that name on their lips, I would give it to you. I will always be your Valkoinen."
"Poikani."
The dam breaks. Crystal rushes over porcelain cheeks. Revon has never called him as such out loud even if they both knew.
They both always knew that was how he felt.
"Joo. Isä, poikasi. Aina."
3 notes · View notes
Text
I’ve taken a break from my astarion x tav piece as I’m up to doing the hair, which I’m having a really hard time with so I’ve decided to put it on the back burner until I get my new iPad in a couple of weeks. In the meantime I’ve been working on my half-baked backup DND character since playing a version of her in BG3 got me invested. I finished her backstory the other night and then decided to draw her for my character sheet. And OMG YOU GUYS, I love her so much. If I didn’t also love my current character heaps too I’d totally just drop her and bring in this one in next session. She’s not perfect, and still unfinished, but I’m pretty happy with how she’s turned out considering she’s purely out of my imagination and only my second attempt at self-teaching this medium of drawing.
Azrael, my 250 year old, chaotic neutral Dhampir Wild Magic Sorcerer.
Tumblr media
Backstory below the cut as it's long.
When Azrael’s mum was 8 months pregnant she was attacked on her way home one night. She managed to get away but not without sustaining an injury to her neck. The following morning her husband took her to a healer at their church (Pelor). On the way there Azrael’s mum went into labour. When they arrived the healers took one look at the wound on her neck and her labour and whisked her away. The labour was long and difficult. The High Priest was called in to perform a blessing ritual. Azraels mum died during the ritual. Once Azrael was born her father was brought in to meet her. It was explained to him that his wife had been attacked by a vampire, the ritual to try and cleanse the child had resulted in his wife’s death, and they had to wait and see if the child would even survive, let alone if the ritual had worked. He took one look at his baby girl, pale and death-like, and walked away without a word. He never returned.
Azrael was raised in the churches orphanage. She was never told the circumstances of her birth and abandonment. While growing up Azrael noticed that some of the sisters were quite standoff-ish with her. It was also at about this time that she noticed she had innate magical abilities, but hid this as much as she could as she didn’t want to give even more of her caregivers reason to dislike her.
One night she overheard two sisters talking quite nastily about her and they mentioned something that led her to break into the churches records and there she learned the truth about herself. She also learned that if she were to show any signs of vampirism that she was to be killed. That same night she packed her belongings and left. She was about 12 or 13 years old.
She lived on the streets begging for scraps for the following years. A woman named Heather would be kind to Azrael whenever she saw her, giving her food, some coin or a roof over her head during rough nights. When Azrael was about 17 or 18 years old she realised that she could use her looks to her advantage and began working in an establishment owned by Heather. She quickly became a popular attraction with both men and women due to her delicate and exotic appearance.
One night a client became rough with her and, after going into a blind rage when Azrael refused to become his exclusive companion, attempted to kill her. In the heat of the scuffle Azrael instinctually bit into his neck and drained him completely. Terrified by what had just happened and her own actions she sat frozen in place and that is where Heather found her when she came to investigate the sounds. Shaking in the corner with blood dribbling from the corners of her mouth and a pale body slumped on the floor a few feet from her. Heather helped Azrael get cleaned up and dispose of the body. She came clean to Heather about all she had learned at the orphanage. Heather agreed to help her and together they went about trying to learn more about what Azrael was being neither full vampire, as she could walk in the sun and had a heartbeat, nor full elf.
For years following Azrael continued to sell herself, but would also help Heather out with violent clients, making them disappear and feed her hunger at the same time. Eventually the authorities started getting suspicious of the people that had gone missing and began sniffing around. Heather assisted Azraels escape before they got too close.
Since then Azrael has spent her life travelling from town to town, never staying in one place for too long for fear of getting recognised for what she is. She continues to sell her body for the right amount, whether that be she needs coin or she needs information, or killing monsters for coin. In her journey she has also been trying to learn more about herself and where she came from, hunt the one who did this to her, and find and confront her father.
As she had been suppressing her magical abilities for so long and has now begun to try harnessing them, they have a tendency to burst out in strange and unexpected ways at times.
Azrael still occasionionally travels back to the one place that feels like home and helps Heather, the closest person she has to a mother, out while she’s there.
2 notes · View notes