#he served crotch and died

[xxweyussyenjoyerxx]

Wew it’s just Stu Frightmare no need to spend too much ti-

😭@jeffrey-combs-smash-or-pass 😭

The rest of the Star Trek boys are getting a group one.

[funniestpersonalivefr]

Maybe a husband di/id leon x reader one shot?

Or two...or multiple? Idk whatever you are comfortable with also make it smutty if you like, i know everyone is so hung up on RE4r leon but older leon is SOOO husband material and i'm so down bad for him!

flame that never dies

just starting with one for now however if anyone would like to see more let me know. older leon >. nsfw under the cut, mdni. not proofread and credit to image owner. also unprotected and afab reader.

you and leon had been together since your twenties, going through so much together. he often worried that after being together for so long that flame between the two of you would dwindle and die.

yet it never did, he had just gotten back from business on alcatraz island, you knew better than to ask him what exactly happened. you were just glad your husband had made it back to you alive, in one piece.

you were all over him as soon as he had gotten cleaned up, pressing soft kisses along his jaw. your hands glided around his body, his once hard muscles are softer now. he would be lying if it wasn't an insecurity as his body aged but how he never failed to leave you dripping wet helped him that.

"missed me that much, huh?" he says, his tone is teasing as he captures your lips with his. you pulled away, brushing his hair out of his face as you stared into his blue eyes.

his hair wasn't quite the blonde it used to be and his face had aged over the years but so had yours. the eye bags under his eye serving as a reminder to you just how hard he worked, he could only ever sleep when he was home with you.

you smiled at him, your gaze filled with love. it gave him butterflies, just like when you two had first started dating. he pulled you back in for a kiss as he flipped you on the bed.

you were under him, your legs wrapped around his waist. you could feel him getting hard against your crotch. you loved knowing you still had that effect after all of these years. he pulled away from you.

"god i love you," he spoke out, his lips were soon connected to the soft skin of your neck. his lips sucked in-between soft bites resulting in a small mark. he soon kissed over it before moving down.

his hands were working under your shirt, his hands cupping your boobs. he'd squeeze and knead at them as he continued to leave marks all over.

your shirt was soon thrown to the floor, he moved slower compared to his pace when he was younger. he just needed to appreciate every inch of you.

his mouth was on your nipple, tongue swirling around the sensitive nubs. you can feel him smirk against you when you gasp out from the sensation, your head dropping back with a soft moan. it doesn't take long for him to give attention to your other nipple all the while his hands start to unbutton your pants, slipping down to feel the wet spot on your panties.

you were completely in love with leon, your hips bucking up against his crotch. he released a groan from it, he decided to pull away and tug your pants down. your underwear is gone with them and he's soon naked as well.

he's already positioned between your legs. his tip slowly sliding into your wet hole. you moaned out as he slid in, bottoming out quickly. he gave you a brief moment to adjust before he slowly started to rock his hips.

his thrusts were slow and deep, leon couldn't last as long but he still wanted to savor the moment. you were moaning from under him as you pulled him on for a kiss. his lips slammed against yours as your hands wrapped around his neck. his grip on your hip was gentle, he couldn't stand to hurt you.

as the two of you got closer, his pace increased. you were left falling apart on his cock, pulling away to meet his gaze as your hand pulled his hair. he moaned at the sensation of you clenching around him and you could feel him twitch against you.

leon's lips captured yours once again as his hand finds your clit, playing with the bundle of nerves to send you over the edge. you're quick to cum, squeezing around him as your back arches.

he's soon spilling inside of you, cursing as it happened. with a few more thrusts he pulled out, collapsing next to you as he pulls you close. he kisses you more, it's a soft moment between the two as his hand cups your face. his thumb is stroking your cheek as you pull away.

you stare up at him, giggling slightly at how in love you feel.

"you know mr kennedy, i hope you never stop kissing me," you say, your tone is unserious as your hand rests on his shoulder.

he chuckles at your response.

"well mrs kennedy, i have no intent to stop kissing you," with that his lips are back on yours as you melt into his warm touch.

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Always by your side

Qimir x reader

Qimir, Mae and I traveled to Khofar. I decided to look around, but when I came back "Oh, it seems like your world is upside down." I laugh and Qimir just glares at me. "Stop laughing and get me down from here," he growls and I just grin at him. "Where's your lightsaber?" I ask. "Somewhere," he just says and I roll my eyes and deliberately search in his pocket, touching his crotch. "Oops, wrong lightsaber," I grin and Qimir just glares at me. I look for the lightsaber in his backpack and find it. I activate it and cut the rope.

Qimir gets up from the floor. "What happened?" I ask. "Mae happened," he says simply, taking off his other clothes. "Oh shit," I whisper. Qimir stands right in front of me in his Sith robe and grins. I can see his muscles clearly. "Do you like what you see?" he grins. "You look damn hot," I say, and Qimir kisses me. "Please tell me we still have some time," I whisper against his lips. "I always have time for my wife," he growls, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

later

"I want you to go back to the ship and wait there," he says. "What?" I say, surprised. "This is too dangerous, Y/N. I don't want you to get hurt," he says gently. I sigh. "Okay," I say.

He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. "I love you," he says. "I love you too," I smile and give him another kiss before I make my way back to the ship.

I suddenly have a bad feeling and go back immediately.

I've been walking around for what feels like an eternity. It's already dark. I walk a little further when I hear a fight and start running in that direction. I see Qimir. He's standing there without his mask. "Damn, he looks so hot," I think to myself. I look to the left and see that a Jedi is trying to sneak up on him. Without thinking, I run towards the Jedi. I've thrown him to the ground. "Y/N," Qimir says, surprised. I look at Qimir and don't notice that the Jedi has stood up and is trying to attack me.

Qimir uses the Force and I land in his arms. He turns slightly and his lightsaber blocks the attack.

He uses the Force to incapacitate the Jedi. "What are you doing here?" he says angrily. "I helped you," I snap angrily. "You could have died," he growls. "Where's your lightsaber anyway?" he asks, and when I reach to my side I realize I didn't bring it with me at all. "Damn," I say, and Qimir hands me his second one.

I turn around and there is only one Jedi left. "You are outnumbered," I grin and point my lightsaber at him. "Why are you serving someone like that?" the Jedi asks and I start to laugh. "What makes you think I serve him? I don't serve my husband, well, I do serve him in another way," I grin and the Jedi looks slightly disturbed. "We're done here," says Qimir and I use the Force to incapacitate the Jedi. "What about Mae?" I ask, but get no answer. "Qimir, wait," I say and hold his arm. He looks at me confused. "Look," I say and point to Osha. "Her sister," I say. "She switched clothes," says Qimir. "We should take her with us. They can still be useful to us," I grin.

Back on the ship, Qimir has entered the coordinates and activated the autopilot. I grab some bandages and go to Qimir.

"You're hurt," I say, pointing to his wrist. I take off the rest of the cortisone and carefully clean the wound before putting a bandage around it. Neither of us has said a word. "That was really stupid of you," he breaks the silence. "You could have died," I say. "Just like you," he growls. "Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?" Qimir says. "Because I love you, Qimir. I can't stand the thought of you fighting alone and me not being by your side," I say.

I hear Qimir sigh. "I should have, thought that you felt the same way" he says and takes my hand. "We are not only married, we are also a team, Qimir. I always stand behind you and I want to stand by your side in battle," I say. "I'm just afraid that you will get hurt or that I won't be able to protect you," Qimir says. "I understand you," I say and stroke his cheek. "But you trained me so many years ago," I say with a smile. "I know that you are strong and a good fighter," Qimir smiles. "But I'm just afraid of losing my wife. We still have so much to do together. Start a family," Qimir says and my eyes widen. He looks at me briefly, confused, and then realizes what he said. "Shit," he curses. "You want to start a family with me?" I ask, still in shock. We had never talked about children before.

He nods slowly. "I actually wanted to bring this up when this is all done," he says, scratching his neck sheepishly. "You would be such a good father," I smile. "Do you think so?" he asks. "Of course," I smile. "When everything is done, we can start our family. But until then," I say, putting my hand on his crotch, "we can practice," I grin, and hear a growl from Qimir.

He stands up and throws me over his shoulders. "Someone's in a hurry," I laugh. "You have no idea," he says.

[ceescedasticity]

Unforsaken, 12c

(All sections on tumblr)

(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)

After they stop for the night Glorfindel asks if Alphsîr and Alphlîn want to take the night off from training. They do not. They want to hit things.

Since none of them know how strong a blow from the swan-twins' power would be, Glorfindel isn't comfortable having them aim at anyone, and it's hard to strike so abstractly at nothing. He rigs up a target of a polearm stuck into the ground with a bucket on top; goal is to knock the bucket off the polearm.

(Inert objects with no real spirit of their own are not ideal targets for this kind of attack, but Glorfindel is guessing with their level of strength they should be able to manage it.)

There are a few false starts, but when Alphsîr manages to loose an actual strike the polearm gets ripped out of the ground and knocked flat in one blow, dirt flying. The polearm is also now slightly bent.

That's supposed to be a dragon-grade polearm.

Glorfindel sets up the same target again, but says they can't get another polearm for a target if this one gets too badly damaged.

(They still haven't seen any sign of dragons but wrecking all their dragon-grade polearms would surely summon some.)

(Celeborn does not, in fact, drink the rest of Legolas's Mirkwood moonshine. Celeborn stares blankly up at the stars missing Galadriel until Elladan and Elrohir bring the palantír over and make him talk to Arwen.)

*****

Turgon's reprieve is over the next day.

There is no reprieve for Celeborn, as he still insists on riding beside the wagon listening to all of it, even though Turgon tells him again he doesn't need to.

Did she talk about them?

"Not if she could avoid it I'm sure. She would have wanted to protect you."

But did she talk about them in the past, about back before she died?

"Not to me. We only ever discussed the kin we had in common, and very seldom the past. Mostly we avoided talking about our pasts at all. All orcs-who-know, not just me and L—Nimloth."

She didn't forget them, did she?

"No, no, everyone avoided— She alluded to you, sometimes — to what Celegorm's servants did to you."

What did she think about working with sons of Fëanor?

"She hated it but there weren't enough of us that we could afford to do anything about our grudges. —Except she did kick Reckless in the crotch hard enough to actually rupture something once, the first time they met when she remembered all the way."

Why do some orcs remember? How?

"There are a lot of different ways it happens. Any orc can get reminded, it's also — not falling apart, after you get reminded. I don't know why some people can handle it and some can't, and I don't know what things pushed Nimloth into remembering. It wasn't every lifetime. —That's not a bad thing. It's still awful, if you don't remember, but it's not — you don't fully understand how awful it is. Or feel as bad about how awful you are."

But if you remember can't you… be less awful?

"Well, when the Shadow was light we could just go to ground, but other orcs could do that too… You need to understand that when the Shadow is — was strong then an orc is an orc, and all of us did bad things. If we were lucky we could avoid doing bad things directly to people important to us, but all of us hurt innocents and served the Shadow's purpose. And if you were unlucky— If there was any doubt the Dark Lord could bend any of us to his will if he took the trouble, then after— There wasn't any doubt. We were weapons or we were dead. And it's hard to stay dead."

What's it like in the Crucible of Souls?

"…Hot. Close. Confusing. Bad. I'm not sure how to explain it better, just… it's very bad. It hurts. Everything always hurts, but the Crucible hurts worse."

Did she want us to come help her?

"Absolutely not, no. There's— Glorfindel recognized me once some centuries ago. He was a great warrior when I was alive and I could tell he'd gotten better, but I never once wanted him to come after me. He couldn't have done anything to help me, not truly. It would only have put both of us in danger. It might have put him in danger from me, if the Dark Lord noticed. He made an orc-who-knows torture his own son to death once, out of spite. None of us wanted our living family coming near us. She wanted you to stay away."

What happened to her, why isn't she alive now?

"I don't know what exactly happened to her, or to most of the other orcs-who-know. There were some very great battles, and landslides and other disasters — it's more surprising that we're alive than that they're dead."

…

Turgon sighs, and looks over at Celeborn for the first time in a while. "This is the thing I was hoping you wouldn't have to know. And I really don't know very much."

"Yes…?" Alphsîr prompts.

"She believed Saruman and went to Isengard. She's probably the same Leafblight that Zuste mentioned."

Celeborn goes gray.

Alphlîn asks, "What's Isengard?"

Oh, hell.

Alphlîn asks, "Are you all right, Uncle Celeborn?"

Celeborn's eyes are open, but he is starting to list sideways.

*****

Glorfindel and Elladan come take charge of Celeborn.

Elrohir herds the swan-twins up to Zena's wagon and asks her to give them a brief introduction to what was going on in Isengard. He figures they have a complete lack of relevant context that might make Zena's version appropriate.

After overhearing enough to understand what's happened, Legolas goes back and volunteers the rest of the Mirkwood moonshine. Glorfindel says to hold it in reserve but he's starting with miruvor.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Floatie

A modern AU featuring Rolan, Cal, Lia, and Amelie having fun at the pool. Mostly. SFW.

Based on this glorious art.

What a beautiful day! Love that the four of us can relax and have some fun. Amelie Wildheart thought as she leaned her head back and soaked in the Baldur’s Gate summer sun at the fucking awesome pool at Wildheart Manor. It was a rare afternoon when her fiancée Rolan (the new super sexy CEO of Ramazith’s Tower---a shocking promotion but he’s so much better than that other twat), his siblings Lia and Cal, and her had free time, so Amelie made the executive decision that they would have some “fun in the sun” poolside. At Mum’s.

Lia was lounging in a chaise poolside while sipping a frozen margarita while Cal went down the side into the pool for fifth time.

In my favorite hot pink pool tube. Wearing my favorite bikini that made my grumpy man blush and his tail wag.

Speaking of…

Where is Rolan?

“Oh. My. Gods.” Cal sniggered before he disappeared under the water.

Lia, meanwhile, was doubled over. “ROLAN, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!”

Amelie was trying hardnot to laugh.

Her fiancée, in all his glory, was wearing purple swim briefs (VERY TIGHT) with the symbol for thunderwave RIGHT ON HIS CROTCH.

ARE THOSE FLOATIES?!?!?

“I don’t know why you children are so amused.” Rolan sniffed, crossing his perfect arms over his perfect chest. “I’m not a strong swimmer. Therefore, I require some assistance in the water.”

“Rolan,” Cal said, half groaning and half laughing. “It’s a bloody pool.”

Hmmm, is it time to tease? Just a little? As a treat?

“You don’t need those.” She giggled as she not at all gracefully left the tube and swam to the edge of the pool where Rolan was standing. Elbows and a lot of cleavage on the edge, she glanced up at him, smiling as innocently as possible. “After all, I could be your personal floatation device.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Fat floats, Rolan love.”

Lia nearly fell out of her chaise.

Cal was laughing so hard he was crying as he went down the slide for a sixth time.

Rolan…

Oh dear.

Amelie found it difficult sometimes to tell when her beloved was blushing because of his red skin but not at this particular moment. Good gods, I think even his freckles are blushing. He’s so cute and sexy and grumpy and all mine.

“Amelie! Dearest! You can’t���you’re not…” Her future husband stuttered. “What I mean to say—”

“ROLAN, IF YOU DON’T GET IN THAT POOL, I AM GOING TO SHOVE YOU IN!” Lia yelled, now standing behind him.

Oh dear. Again.

Rolan rolled his eyes. “Lia, you can’t be ser—”

Luckily for Amelie, she moved to one side because I know what’s coming.

With a primal scream, Lia pushed Rolan into the pool.

“Serves you right, boomer!”

When Rolan surfaced, he whipped his long hair backwards and wiped his face. His expression, currently directed at Lia, was the most annoyed I’ve ever seen him. Oh dear. “Lia. You will not push me into a pool ever again. I could’ve hit my head and DIED! Or hurt Amelie!” I was not anywhere near you? “Or Cal could’ve kicked me in the head! OR SOMETHING!”

Rolling her eyes, Lia crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re such a stick in the mud, Rolan. You never have fun with us anymore.”

Amelie and Cal’s gazes met and decided that perhaps now was not the best time to have this conversation, but Rolan spoke first.

“What do you mean? Of course, we get together and have a good time.” He insisted, gingerly wading to Amelie and holding her in his arms. “Don’t we, darling?”

Uh oh.

“Rolan,” Cal began slowly, pushing himself up to sit on the pool’s edge near Amelie, Rolan, and Lia. “The last time the four of us got together was at New Year’s. The three of us---me, you, and Lia---that was before that. It’s summer now. And Mia’s said—”

UH OH.

“Mia’s said what?” He looked at her with the faintest hint of fear in his eyes. “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Not with Lia and Cal here.

Amelie turned towards the pair of tieflings. “Hey, can you two give us a minute please?”

Nodding wordlessly, they were gone in moments, leaving the couple in the pool.

“What’s wrong? Please, please tell me.” He whispered in her pointed ear. “Please, my love.”

Well, it’s now or never, I guess.

Inhaling slowly, she closed her golden eyes. “Your work is so important. I understand that. I do, and I don’t want to sound like I’m needy, but I just…” She buried her face in his neck and pressed a kiss there. “I miss you, Rolan.”

We all do.

Silence hung in the air for several extremely long seconds before he spoke. “I-I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry, sweetling. I’m so sorry. I’ll apologize to Lia and Cal too. I promise I’ll make more time for them, for us as a family, and us as a…a…” He bit back a sob. “I love you so much, my darling. I’m so sorry.” His hold on her tightened with one arm snaked around her thick waist and the other cradling the back of her head. “Everything I do…I do for the three of you. I want there to be no more struggles for any of us, to rebuild the good reputation of Ramazith’s Tower, and make a strong legacy for our family.” He chuckled sadly, his fingers gently stroking her hair. “But it appears I’ve lost sight of the very thing that matters most to me---my family. What can I do? What must I do to make this up to you?”

“Rolan,” she whispered. “Let’s just have a really great day---the four of us. We can figure out the rest later.”

“What would I do without you?”

She kissed along his jaw, smiling. “You’d still be wonderful—”

Tilting her face upwards, he captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss. “I would have none of this if it weren’t for you, which is why,” he whispered, pressing kisses along her jaw as his tail oh my gods it still has the fucking floatie on!!!!! It’s floating to my arm!! This so cute and funny and so him. “I’m going to…” He found a sensitive spot on her neck and smirked when he heard her moan. “Spoil you. More than usual. You deserve it all, sweetling—”

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“CAL, LOOK AT THE LOVEBIRDS!”

Rolan adorable pouted. “You’re children! Both of you! CHILDREN!”

He did end up spoiling me more than usual.

And Lia and Cal.

My grumpy man with the tail floatie.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep : I don't know the episode numbers anymore I never wrote them down, so from here on out, I'm just going to number up from my previous post. So I guess episode 49

Fun fact I finished this post a week ago and then never pressed send. I can blame this on a lot of things, (work, illness, brain fog, etc) but at this point we just know it's the universe trying to keep me from finishing S5 of my Yugioh reblog, lmao.

So, last we left off, Sad Seto was next to die.

What makes this extra weird is that the other Seto is going to just watch this entire thing happen. He apparently didn't have enough traumatic disassociating while watching his Blue Eyes Wife die, now he will disassociate from watching himself go out in a blaze of glory, too.

Sad Seto's strategy against Zorc is not really what you'd expect out of the #2 of Egypt's court. Although...I guess before everyone biffed it, Seto was more like #5? #6?

He's above Mana I feel. Barely. Mostly because Mana probably isn't the right age to legally work, even in ancient Egypt when the working age is like...if you can walk.

But he was apparently so busy doing Aknadin's taxes that he's decided it's good judgement to throw himself at a 800 ft tall dragon/crotch/man.

for his credit, Sun Tzu's art of war hasn't been written yet.

And Sad Seto realizes his true purpose, which is that he has a smarter, stronger, and more powerful girlfriend (ish.) Which is a running theme on this show, as we all know.

In a bizarre cut that I can't believe they left on US TV...other than I think they couldn't cut this any other way, the penis dragon attached to Zork extended it's neck up to grab Blue eyes by her neck and just fling her into the ground, killing her instantly.

I don't like that the neck can extend longer. I don't like that it's a function of the dragon crotch. They knew. They knew what this looked like. Thanks, I hate it.

Also what an embarrassing way for Seto's past self to die. Truly the hieroglyphs about this event will be wild, and thousands of years later, Grandma Muto probably looked at this event etched into stone and just thought it was weird ancient pervert stuff.

Sorry if you were thinking Sad Seto would recover last minute and realize he's like the most OP person in Yugioh. He instead rotted from his hand and joined the rest of our Egyptian cast in Shadow Hell.

Leaving us with just Mana. And like kudos to her, but how on EARTH did she survive so freakin long!? Like of all of them, I thought Seto would be the last one. Not Mana. Not in a million years did I think it'd be the girl who hid in a pot.

But youknow maybe that's why she survived?

And then Bakura casually walked away from the only Seto who matters. Which is fitting, because if memory serves, that's also what Yami did to Seto for like half of the Battle City tourney.

It's such a weird strange bod on this dragon. It's such a strange bod. He's both got kind of a belly, but also is ripped to shreds. Such a weird bod.

In case you were like "We haven't given Seto enough motivation," we also toss in a few nearly dead brothers just to make sure we have properly traumatized this boy to the point where he'd duel someone who isn't Yugi Muto.

Seto decided magic exists 6 minutes ago, and he's already better at magic than Yugi Muto who's had access to it for YEARS.

Like he learned about magic in a different culture, a different time, a different language, and now he's fighting the final boss.

But it's Seto, so I buy it. He would speedrun his life like this.

That's the dialogue of the show where he says his first words were "neutron blast attack" and youknow...he probably has very few memories of himself as a child since his parents died and his other family put him up for adoption...but he knows his first words?

That, or Seto likes making his brand a reality by making up whatever nonsense it takes to make that brand legit. Which I can also see him doing.

Also please don't look at this foreshortened hand, don't look at it, ignore that this happened.

So thanks to Bakura's weird choice to drag Seto into this universe in the first place, now Bakura has to fight Seto and his 3 blue eyes that would not have existed here otherwise.

++++++ME RANTING ABOUT THE SETO ARC FEEL FREE TO SKIP++++

TBH it kinda makes the whole Sad Seto arc feel kind of like it didn't need to exist. Like this is the Seto fight that matters. This one right here, and although they share a name, it's not with the same guy who fought Zorc at the beginning of this episode.

And like I could add it to a list of problems with this season. But Sad Seto started out so interesting, and then forgot. It was like he only existed to introduce the dragon, and not explain anything at all about the nature of Seto Kaiba we know and love. Like the possession of Aknadin can be a parallel to how Seto was raised following Gozaburo's footsteps, but youknow...that's all old territory.

Like, I wish I had any sort of new growth from the interaction of either of the Seto's together in the same room, much like we've been getting from Yami facing his past self. Yami's been growing a lot, he's been facing his demons, but Seto? Seto's been walking around this desert trying find wifi.

(which like he did find a "wifey" which is almost wifi but wasn't as helpful because she was dead)

The Seto Kaiba who is fighting Bakura right now, is the same exact guy we saw at the end of the last arc against Zeigfried Von Schroeder.

Which means the reason that Seto is now souped up and capable of going up against Bakura isn't because of anything we witnessed here in this arc, but because of the weird horse guy last arc who taught him how to put up a better firewall.

And maybe there was a draft where Seto decides he is a spiritual reincarnation of the Pharaoh of Egypt. Maybe there was a draft where he gained a new ability. Maybe there was a draft where he realized the gravity of what was happening and wanted to save the world.

But it ain't this draft, unfortunately.

Seto is here not because of an internal growth reason, but because he was on a tablet in S2, and we have to know where that plot thread went to have an ending...but the show rewrote what it initially said in S2.

Like in the OG timeline, it was Seto who killed Pharaoh. But here we found out it was actually Aknadin who possessed Seto to kill Pharaoh. (and at some point in that fight, Pharaoh stuck his soul in a box and sealed away Zorc)

Sad Seto was apparently a chill bro the entire time. Just a nice guy who arrested half of Cairo and had a sort-of-girlfriend for about 8 hours before she biffed it.

And I would have been OK with that, if it were more interesting than what we initially thought happened in the past: where we thought it was a kickass Seto launching a coup. But unfortunately, it's not, instead it's a boy who started out powerless, and continued to be powerless despite working in Pharaoh's literal court. He didn't even have the power to not get possessed.

And I am sure there were other drafts, and endings are hard, and the author did get hella hospitalized while he wrote this season, animation is a miracle of many moving parts and budgets, and we were lucky to even get an ending to this show. So I don't want to sound like I'm complaining when there are so many worse directions this show could have gone. I'm just a little surprised it went this direction, mostly.

But say what you will about Yugioh, it doesn't like to be predictable, doesn't it?

+++++++++++++++++++OK I'M DONE++++++++++++++++++++++

Speaking of characters who haven't gained anything from being here, Tristan is no longer possessed!

Tristan begs his apologies and Yugi takes it gracefully. Which means, it's time for the main character of this entire show to finally re-enter the plot.

And they do so, in style.

Y'all I remember being excited about the look and style of extreme sports, but I do not remember this many heelies in the 00's.

Anyway, this is the link to read these in chrono order, you know the drill. See you next time to see yet another girlfriend biff it!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Ok so Jimin is my one and only bias. I love him to death. BUT, he's definitely not my ideal type nor I can see myself marrying a guy who looks or behaves likes him. And you maybe right, it's mostly has to do with him not being a human but a fairy 🤧 I definitely can't see myself with a pure dainty soft spoken boy like him lol. The most lovely feeling I get when I see him is, him feeling like my own child. There's no husband/bf fantasy even he does something kind or hot lol.

I do scream for sometime when he does something sexy but that's it. LC was sexy to me 1st, now that I listened to it a 1000 times it feels like a lullaby. Filter performance was sexy af.. HE SERVED but even him grabbing his crotch didn't made me go thirsty lol. 90% of times I only get endeared by him in whatever he does (there's 10% I'll go crazy tho, LIKE PARK JIMIN 🤯) Like anon said, I won't mind eating him out.. just because I'm obsessed with his booty like every Jimin stan on this planet but nothing above that 🤡.

And armys reaction to him, is indeed good in a way. He don't get those cringy af messages much like other get. And more than 'I'm Jimin's wife or marry me Jimin' he got Marry me yoongi, I'm JK's/Tae's/Hobi's wife etc. Majority of the time his chat box is civil unlike JK's or Joon's lives. We don't wanna handle those crazy ass y/ns. There will be a negative reaction when some girl is associated with him but definitely not the level women associated with Tae or JK gets and it dies down pretty fast. None of his dating rumors last or becomes strong enough to the point company has to address it. Like 2022 beginning, company denied JK's and Joon's rumors, Tae denied him and that museum girl rumors, Joon himself addressed about poodle incident etc. 2022 Jimin also had a rumor with some actress that no I-PJMs nor K-PJMs blew up so they didn't accessed it. So yeah.. that's all perks of him not attracting y/ns as he makes less headlines about his dating life lol

Hi anon,

Intersting that you view him like this. And sweet...in a way lol

I think a lot of people might feel like that because of all the stuff he's gone through too. You get this "must protecc" feeling for him. And since he's so gentle now and soft, it kinda doesn't feed the crazies.

Someone mentioned in the replies that it has to do with stereotypes and that could be.

And yes! It's better that the y/n's stay away. The stuff they have said to Jk during his lives has been so out of line and I hope other members don't have to deal with that. It's too much.

We don't need bad Jimin rumors at all!

Thanks for sharing.

[keijoikawa]

aventurine loves his sweet little bunnygirl very much. 

how couldn't he, when you're nothing but obedient, perfect for him? waiting patiently for him while he's away at work, not making a mess on his pillows, leaving his days' old boxers and sweaty shirts in the laundry bin where they should belong— as your daddy says. your days pass with the mountains of fun little brain games he's bought you and the occasional visit from veritas in the form of a bunnysitter.

you're just so well-behaved. and good bunnies like you are rewarded.

which is why your daddy spoils you silly and fucks you good— lets you nuzzle into his crotch and drool over his cock while he's finishing up paperwork in his study, fucks his cum into your little bunnycunt one, two, three times before your bedtime, fucks you full of it because you just can't sleep without it, daddy!

he has you caged against the bed, tugging your hips higher, higher, until your tummy is lifted off the mattress and you're left whimpering into the spit-drenched pillows from how deep he's hitting, fucking an obscene amount of his cum and your own right past your cervix. "d-dwaddy—"

"'s it too much? but i thought you wanted this, princess." his voice is saccharine sweet, dripping honey as he thrusts into you harder. he gyrates his hips once he stills his cock inside of you, letting your pulsating walls feel every inch, every throbbing vein that you know as well as the back of your hand serve as a reminder of how much your daddy loves you. "thought you wanted a litter fucked into this cute bunnycunt of yours, no?"

and it's almost too much— the heel of his palm rolling harshly into your swollen bud, his cockhead leaky as it grinds directly against that one spongy spot that has your thighs trembling and ears folding down from overstimulation, but it feels too good, and you nod desperately because you can take it, daddy, can take more, can take all of daddy's milk!

he releases a sound somewhere in between a laugh and a groan when you whine and wiggle your hips against his crotch, leaning over your arched back to cage you to the bed, twining his fingers with yours before he lays gentle kisses over your cheek, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach, "oh, you're so cute… my sweet little bun deserves all of her daddy's special milkies, yeah?”

— 🐾 ( witl gift frm pawnonnie 2 vennie's most beloved bwunnie babie :3 saw u weren't doing 2 well so i hope dis made u smile , even if only a teensie bit ♡ )

miss pawnonnie… ueueueueue cried in more than one location 4 dis (｡>\\<) thankies sosososooooooo much ((again)) i has so many thoughts n’ barely da ability 2 put into words (ó﹏ò｡) daddy !!! daddy wiv veri as bunnysitter (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) uh huh !! ‘m such a good girl… squeals n’ kicks feeties >///<

eeeek… n’ becuz i know who dis iz… u r not safe from a thankies in ur inboxie :3 (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

[tessbev]

Day 1 Ha Giang Loop

Wow gonna do this in parts because there’s just so much to say about this trip. We woke up around 830 and had some breakfast. Seems like an egg banh mi is the standard. It’s basically a mini baguette with egg tomato and cucumber. Pretty good but nothing amazing. Does the trick. We had a little orientation, went over the route and talked about what to expect and what we were going to see. Afterwards we chose our helmets (of course none fit me but I found a little red lone with Anna and Elsa from frozen on it that did the trick. Felt perfect for the passenger princess that I am). We met our drivers shortly after, mines name was bang, pronounced like bung and he was wearing a sweater that Paige and I tried on a few days earlier, it was such a funny coincidence (I’ll post a pic). He was awesome, most of the drivers were. They didn’t speak much (if any) English and some of them couldn’t read so you couldn’t even give them the phone to google translate but mine could and he knew the basics “you okay” “so beautiful” (the scenery, not me) “let’s go”. He also taught me how to say “let’s go” in Vietnamese. I heard “knee toy” (phonetically) but when looking up it’s actually “di thoi” but we said it all week so I must of been pronouncing it okay. He also said beautiful was “tem” but when looking it up it says it’s “xinh đẹp” so maybe it’s their slang who knows there was a big language barrier lol.

We all paid for drivers but there were about 70 people starting the loop when we were and they didn’t have a driver for nick so he ended up driving himself the first day (this gave me major anxiety because I had heard the roads were pretty intense but he did fine and had a blast).

The first day was pretty cold, about 12 degrees and super overcast and wet. I had on a tank top, two long sleeves, a t shirt, a sweatshirt and a windbreaker and then leggings and joggers overtop. Like mother like daughter lol I was the perfect temp. We stopped lots along the way at all the amazing viewpoints and also to stretch the legs and give our bottoms a break. The motorbikes were “crotch rockets” as dad likes to say and by day 3 my butt was so sore. The price you pay for being a passenger princess! We stopped at this one place where you could watch the women making clothes and bags. They were weaving and painting and I wish I could have bought so many things but we only brought our day backpacks and it was already bursting so I just bought a keychain. We were told all about how Vietnamese women are known for being extremely hardworking. They had to be because historically the men were constantly at war. The day was amazing, such a cool experience.

We made it to our hostel finishing the day around 430. We were there with about half the group so 35 ish people and we were the only ones at the hostel which was super fun. The room had 14 mattresses on the floor and not an inch of space in between. Crammed like sardines but it was only for a night and I’m no diva I can sleep anywhere (foreshadowing a bit here... ) We played some card games and pool before dinner was served. It was done family style and we split up our group and sat with new people (not intentionally but super happy we did). The food was so good, rice, tofu, spring rolls, salad, rice chips, beef and pork. We traded our meat for the next tables tofu. There was also this chilli garlic soy sauce and a sweet chilli that I poured on everything. Ugh so yummy. They also fed us happy water shots all dinner. I could do a whole post about happy water but illl just give you the jist.

Happy water is basically corn wine. Because northern Vietnam is so mountainous it’s really hard to grow food so they started planting corn to sustain themselves. The consistency is just like water but it tastes like alcohol lol. They gave it to us in water bottles (like you would with moonshine) and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between it and water by just looking at it. They taught us a Vietnamese chant and fed us shots all throughout dinner. Let me tell you it lived up to its name. Maybe the best drunk I’ve ever had? Actually a tie with one night in Australia drinking goon but anyways it had me, a person who typically hates karaoke, grabbing the mic and screaming the classics. The vibes we immaculate, it was so much fun. Nick sang brown eyed girl (little homage to yours truly).

We made some friends from the states and tried to teach them our card game rules, but they were pretty stubborn and annoying about our variation. Ended up having a bit of an argument with them as they wouldn’t shut up about New York City being the best and greatest city in the world blah blah blah. They were pretty arrogant and it was a shame cause they were so cool at first. Would it shock you to know that they’re from New York? If that’s the hill they want to die on so be it, I could never make such a blanket statement having never of even visited BILLIONS of cities out there. Oh well. We put ourselves to bed around midnight and recharged for our next day.

[caxycreations]

Liminal Death

CW: Death, depiction of death, depiction of resurrection, graphic resurrection, bodily functions

It wasn't like he had expected, the first time he died. He had expected to be welcomed into one of the Divine Domains, to be judged by Gaius and sorted to his eternal home.

Instead, he found himself outside of it all, floating, witnessing the spin and flow of the worlds. There was no God waiting to greet him, and yet he felt the comfort of it. The embrace of the emptiness between realities.

With comfort weighing on him, he felt as if he could sleep. For minutes, or forever, he cared not. He was dead, what did he need to worry about? With a glance above, he saw it, the realm of Gaius, high above the realm below, shining like a beacon of power, of life. But he knew he could not reach it. He could not move. That was okay.

He wasn't cold, like the movies had portrayed it. He had been, as he lay there in the alleyway bleeding out. But now, in the strange bath of colors and energies flowing between the world of life and the worlds of the afterlife, he felt warm, soothed. He felt happy.

He no longer felt the weight of his body, the stress of college or payments, the anxieties over what he was. He was simply Cyrus. And that was good enough for him. He finally let his eyes, or what served as his eyes, close. Vision left him, and he saw no more. Yet he felt more than he ever had, once his vision darkened. He could feel the gentle pull of the universe, guiding him in cosmic drift with the rotation of the realities around him.

He smiled, or felt like he did, and he could sense the energies of every living thing in the realm below, and the peace radiating from the realms above and around him. For the first time since his birth, he felt truly comfortable, in the deepest sense. The physical comforts of Relan had been nothing compared to the potent and enveloping comforts that blanketed his soul on all sides. Warm and cold, light and dark, color and void, pleasure and calm, crashing against him in gentle waves, the colors of reality licking at his soul like flames to the air.

He was about to drift off when he felt a sudden, unpleasant throb. He allowed his vision to return, greeted once again by the beauty of the world between worlds. Looking down, he saw the source of the throb. A heart had formed where his chest would be, and it beat once again. With this second beat, this second pulse, he watched veins grow from the heart, spreading slowly like vines of blood.

The heart beat again, and he watched as nerves began forming alongside the veins. Another beat, and muscles grew outward from the heart. It beat faster with each new pulse, more and more of his body restoring as it did. Bone, blood, vein, nerve, muscle, sinew, marrow, flesh. Beat after beat, physical sensation was forced upon him. The sudden, infinite cold of the void he inhabited, the agonizing pain of an airless reality. He was about to scream, if he even could, when his heart beat one final time.

He awoke, coughing, choking, lungs burning. He was in the alleyway. His joints ached, his fingers cracking with every movement. He turned over, looking at the ground and vomiting. Tears pooled at his eyes, and he sobbed, digging his fingers in against the concrete below him. His sobs turned to cries of pain, misery, of anguish. He felt his organs in painful detail, the slosh of his stomach acid, the blood pumping with great effort in his veins, his new heart working as hard as it could to reinvigorate his body.

His head pounded, a deep and unforgiving ache as he was bombarded with his senses. The sound of footsteps as people ran over to the source of the noise, the feeling of liquid against his hands, the fabric of his shirt and pants, the now-cold liquid staining the crotch and the foul stench that had filled the air from his death. The sight of color and concrete, burning into eyes that did not wish to see.

He could taste his own tongue, fleshy and slick, and altogether unpleasant after voiding his stomach. Even his skin itself, every cell burning, revving up to life once again. He had died, he had been dead, he had been as free as anything or anyone could possibly be. And now he was back, living, crying in a pool of his messes in an alleyway, hearing the worried and panicked questions from those who had gathered, his head throbbing more with each new word.

He couldn't tell what was being said, only that more noise was invading what had been peaceful before he had taken his first breath. He lashed out, swinging in anger, in fear, in pain. His hand collided with something and he heard someone drop, only for him to suddenly be held down by others. He could see them, several people working to keep him down while another tended to his victim.

Why were they here? Who were they? What did they want? With his mind racing, head pounding, entire body feeling as if he were manually controlling every individual cell with agonizing effort, he felt himself slip. Consciousness ripped away, and with the shock of overwhelming sensation, he fell.

That sleep was the most painful sleep he had ever had.

Looking back at every death since then, it never had gotten any easier.

[hereliesbitches--me]

Starter for Billy @godstrayed

When Rosie had first learned about Billy Hargrove, it had been of no significance; He was nothing more than a passive topic shared by her daughter : 

Max's older brother , a real ass who seemed to have a problem with Lucas. And for reasons that her daughter could not understand, Mia herself as well 

At the time he was written off as nothing more than an irrelevant racist boy from a small midwestern town in the 80s, with more pressing matters at hand regarding Will Byers and the parasite that he seemed to have brought through from the Upsidedown. 

If he says anything to you personally, Mia,

Rosie spoke casually as she served her tween daughter dinner that night, sliding cutlets of breaded chicken onto the plate with two very large and well-polished kitchen knives,  

You punch him square across the face. Or in the crotch, if that's easier. Or, if you don't want to do it yourself, you let me know and I'll make sure that boy never bothers you or Lucas again.

Then that was the end of the Billy Hargrove.  

Or so she had thought.  

In a twist of fate, only a year after they had purged the proclaimed Mindflayer as the children has called it, the fleshy beast reared its ugly head yet again, accompanied by the appearance of infiltrating Russian agents just below the shopping mall… and the boy who had faced the devil itself, freed from its clutches, very nearly died saving his younger stepsister and her friends. 

All in all, Rosie had begun to count the diverging events of this dimension that differed from those of home.

Comparatively… despite demon attacks being a commonality, they didn't quite compare enough to make news in the 80s as much as these events did in Hawkins, Illinois. 

Or maybe they did… 

Her memory each day was growing foggier and foggier without her medication to regulate the stress and the havok it evoked out of her mind. 

How long had they been away from home now, she and Mia..? 

How many years had passed in their home dimensions,

compared to this? 

How had her sons developed

without their mother's protection? 

How had her angels fared without their fearless leader

to guide the missions?

 Did it all fall apart without her, 

as she always feared it would? 

Those thoughts that circle.. and circle..

Oh no, no no. 

Think of the boy. The subject at interest: Billy Hargrove 

The agent briefing her on the aftermath had snapped his fingers in her face, drawing the Sphinx back into the moment with a few blinks. Her hollow gaze shifted upwards, then back down to the files at hand. His names embossed in the manilla folder tab in that cheesy military font they used on the movies. It doesn't take long for familiarity to set in as she thumbs through the panels, skims background and event timelines, then come down to a singular conclusion –

" So you want me to find this traumatized boy who barely escaped with his life, and you want me to gather as much info as I can about what the connection was like?" 

Rosie speaks plainly, flatly and unamused as she stared through the agent with her sunken sleep deprived eyes. 

The agent, growing steadily uncertain with the decision to keep Rosie as an ally, cleared his throat and nodded towards the folder in hand,

" That there could be a step closer to discovering what's blocking your way, and how to get you and your daughter back home. The quicker you gather information, the quicker we can help you in return." 

That was the safe answer… the one that doesn't get your head bitten off or furniture smashed against walls as her frustration and exhaustion grows with being stuck in a timeline because of her impulsive daughter. Dangle the prospect of home in front of her face and the lioness simply exhales loudly from the nostrils and balls her fist into the folder with a tight nod.

Enough to placate her now... until her dissatisfaction grows again. Rosie was getting damn near burned out over this goddamn mystery no one could solve in sourcing the puppet Master of these monsters. She only wanted to go home..

 if she had to rip through this boy for this information, so be it. 

It came through as an odd request, to temporarily trade in her work cruiser for some older broken down muscle car. 

But there was a method to her madness, she told them,

all she needed was a little trust. 

It's early that morning after dropping Mia off to school that Rosita Roselyn dolled herself up for the role she had in mind ; A widow whose husband left her his beloved car that was in desperate need of repairs. It seemed to be the most reasonable opening, to pull from her playroom of disguises as she did in a time long past. The vehicle had a horrible shake and audible metal rattling to it as she drove it down the quiet hawkin streets, preparing her mind for the task at hand, to remind herself to feel nothing for what she was about to do as she pulled up up to the open garage slot and clambered out with purposeful clumsiness. 

" Hello, anybody home?"

Rosie calls out in the workspace, clutching her keys to her chest and timidly clicking her short heels as she steps into the working area and scans anxiously for a familiar face to match her target. She's mastered the clueless look, just as easily as she can shift it to hope when she follows the sound of cranking tools from a car in another bay.  It has to be him , she thinks, because only the young bucks would be posted to open shop this early. 

The woman swivels on her heels and clacks around the body of the vehicle in hopes of finding the desired greasy Mechanic underneath – the answer to all her problems. When she spots the well worn, oil stained jeans peaking out from beneath the body, the cat smiled and tapped her talons against the metal to draw his attention out. 

She plays her expression apologetically,

" Excuse me,  do they have you working here all by yourself, Handsome? "

[wri0thesley]

dearest Nat have u ever talked about other characters popping accidental bones over chubby reader?

Like Thoma who expertly catches you in his arms as you work together at the Kamisato estate, you were up on a step ladder to dust and he was trying sooo hard not to look up your skirt to see more of your thighs…good thing he was there when you lost your balance hm?

or !!! Kaeya who is teaching the newbie Knight in training, your armor fitting you snugly and how easy it is to have you in his arms as he presses against your backside to show you how to hold a sword for maximum damage to the enemy. hopefully you don’t notice how his hips seemingly chase after your soft ass to keep close. For teaching reasons of course.

hnnnnzjsjsksk Dainsleif who accidentally walks in onto a quick moonlit bath you were taking, you’re his traveling partner after all, he sees your soft curves as you brush water over your skin, it’s chilly so your nipples are erect and as you move his eyes glint shamefully as he takes in every wobble of your tits and the softness of your belly when you bend over at the waist. He quickly turns to walk away to give you privacy but his cock is hard and needs attention, now.

JNKFVDJNKVFDJNK i always mean to. return to the concept. too busy short-circuiting. thoma..... dain.... dfkjnvnjkfgdkjnbgf

let me see. who hasn't gotten a chance to pop a boner over chubby reader. (cw: guilt, power dynamics (ayato/maid reader), reader wears a skirt in albedo's)

ayato, who witnesses the aforementioned catching of you as he walks through his own hallowed halls. thoma looks so terribly out of breath, all red-faced and awkward and covering his crotch with his hands . . . oh, the housekeeper's so obvious. he's lucky you didn't turn around whilst on the stepladder, or you'd have certainly seen his green gaze staring at the soft plush of your lovely thighs . . . ayato sweeps towards you and takes your cheeks between thumb and forefinger, making you look up at him, a perfectly serene smile on his face as he asks you if you're okay. he feels your cheeks heating up in return - the young master, touching you so openly and brazenly, looking at you in concern . . . how cute. the little stutter out of "o-oh, my lord, i'm fine, really, thoma helped--" only serves to make his cock twitch in his own expensive trousers - the title, shaped from your pretty lips, the way you squirm under his gaze, the bashful flutter of your eyelashes and the plump cheeks he can feel beneath his fingers . . . wouldn't those cheeks and that mouth look so much nicer if his cock were filling them up?

albedo, who watches you bend over to clear up the errant shards of glass and spill of liquid from some alchemical potion gone wrong, and opens his mouth to tell you that your skirts are all rucked up - only for his words to die in his mouth as he realises how much he's enjoying the sight. the round plumpness of your ass in white lace (he's never thought about what kind of underwear you wear before, but now--). how he's sure his fingers would sink into that softness if he were to grip it. how nicely it would fit into the cradle of his hips. he swears he feels all of the blood in his body rush to the space between his thighs. he's never had quite this carnal a reaction to somebody before. it bears further testing - but perhaps not yet, as you come back up and your skirts fall back to where they're supposed to be and you shoot him an entirely guileless smile as you form eager apologies for your clumsiness. not yet. but soon.

venti, who has seen you listening to him in the angel's share and has taken a liking to the dreamy look on your face as you rest your chin on your hand and gaze at him, lost in the music. who has - of course! - not missed the generous plush of your chest in your clothes, the pleasant curve of your hips, how incredibly soft he's certain you'd be if he were to simply allow himself to faceplant directly into the heaven of your decolletage -- oh. he's gotten distracted whilst expertly fingering his lute, and his mouth has began to run away with him, a bawdy song already on his lips. you stifle a laugh behind your hand as venti reaches a particularly pleasing passage. would you be as impressed by his skill with his mouth and fingers, if he were able to demonstrate them to you somewhere more private? He hopes nobody can tell that his mind is not on the music - and, too, he hopes nobody can tell that the stricture in his shorts is beginning to feel uncomfortable--

tighnari, who knew he had a crush on you but didn't realise quite how bad it was until he emerged from his own little hut after one of his ruts was over, still sensitive and easy to rile up. upon seeing him, you smile and ask after his health (he's still lying about other afflictions, the truth is far too embarrassing) - your face so sweetly caring. he notices, for the first time, just how pleasing your shape is. those thighs. those arms. how soft you would be, in his nest - to wrap himself around and lose himself in the scent of. how well you would take his thorough and hungry thrusts, your thighs clamped about his waist. how much pretty skin you have to mark with his bites and his scent and how warm you would be and -- oh. blood is rushing to his ears. as he makes desperate excuses, he wonders if perhaps his rut wasn't quite over yet.

[masonmyluv]

The Bodyguard part 3

Warnings: smut.

Day 3

*Mason's pov*

I wasn't the usually cuddly type after sex, I fucked and left, but with her it's different. During the night I woke up to her cuddling into my chest. I didn't know how to act, so I wrapped an arm around her waist and placed my chin on her head. A small smile appeared on her lips at the interaction. Please don't fall for me princess. You deserve better.

In the morning, I couldn't help but stare at her sleeping. The duvet rolled off her body, her breasts were pressed into the mattress and her face still flushed from our last night activity. She looked fucked out, but she looked like a goddess. My princess. I got up slowly, not wanting to wake her up, and made my way to the terrace to enjoy the view and make order through my thoughts.

*normal pov*

You rolled on his side of the bed to find it cold and empty. You opened my eyes, the clock reading 11 am. You stretched my arms above your head and looked down at the window, noticing Mason doing push ups shirtless. You bit your lips, you weren't getting enough of his perfect body. As if sensing your gaze on him, he turned around and your eyes met. He smiled, before coming into the room and greeting you 'good morning'. "How did you sleep?" He asked. "Good" you yawned, looking at your beside table, finding a tray of food. "Did you make it?" you asked. "Yeah" he said blushing. "I hope it's eatable" you joked. "Course it is" he frowned as he placed the tray at your side and crawled into the bed. "You're serving breakfast on my lap" he said and you climbed into his lap, feeling his morning wood underneath you.

You picked one of the pancakes he made and moaned in delight. They were delicious. "I didn't know you had cooking skills, Mr. Mount" you said, rolling your hips slightly over his crotch. "There's a lot of things you don't know, princess" he groaned.

You gasped when he poured some chocolate sauce on your chest, licking it afterwards and sucking on your nipples. "Mason..." you moaned, guiding his head closer to your breasts. "I want to ride you" you said. "God woman, you're going to be the death of me" he growled, pushing you away just enough to let his dick spring free form his boxers.

He guided you just above his dick, and pushed you down to sink onto it. You both gasped at the feeling, the new angle making him go deeper than ever before. "Fuck Mason..." you moaned into his shoulder, slightly biting it. "Move" he groaned, helping your movements with his hands on your hips. "Fuck... just like that" he moaned, thrusting his dick up into you. Your head rolled back while you bounced on him, playing your clit between your fingers. "Come baby... come on my cock" he whispered. "Mason... fuck" you screamed when you reached your high. "Where do you want me?" He asked. "Chest" you replied. He twisted you around so he was on top again, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulled out and came all over your chest.

"Fuck you look beautiful" he said, kissing your lips. You swapped some cum on your fingers, while he watched you with a frown on his face. He nearly died on the spot when you inserted your fingers inside you pussy, fingering yourself with his cum. "Such a dirty whore" he groaned, touching himself too. "Just for you, Mr. Mount" you moaned, bringing yourself closer to your orgasm. "You want my cum in your pretty pussy don't you?" He asked, fisting his dick faster. "Yes Mason... I want you to fill me up" you replied. He was willing to do it, positioning himself at your entrance, but something held him back, and he never pushed in, he just came on your pussy. "Why didn't you— Mason!" You whined, but he already left to the bathroom.

*Mason's pov*

Why couldn't I do it? Just fuck her and come in her. I hate myself. I never ever held back from this, and now she probably thinks I'm a pussy. I looked at myself into the mirror, and almost couldn't recognise myself.

You love her, that's why you couldn't finish.

I don't love her. I'm just fucking her.

Yes, you do.

No, I don't.

Great. Now I'm having I'm having conversations with myself. I exited the bathroom to find her drinking her coffee in peace in my shirt. I cleared my throat before speaking. "I want to show you something. Outside. We'll go for a walk" I said. "Okay" she replied, passing me without even a glance. I fucked up really bad.

*normal pov*

You went out for a walk to the mystery place Mason told you about, but the awkwardness between you was unbearable. You kept a considerable distance from him, occupying yourself with collecting sea shells. "This is the place I wanted to show you" he said, placing the blanket he brought on the sand. It was a wild beach, half of it covered with giant rocks. "It's beautiful" you said. Indeed, it was breath taking. You both sat on the blanket in silence, until he broke it.

"I'm sorry"

"For?"

"For earlier. Your wish is and will be my command and yet, I couldn't do what you asked me to" he said. "It's fine Mason" you replied shortly. "I don't want you to think it's you. You're perfect, you're an angel and such a whore in bed. It's my fault" he said. "It's no one's fault". "Stop okay? I know what's going through your pretty head. You think you're not good enough for me, but it's me who doesn't deserve you, princess. You deserve someone better" he sighed. "I don't want someone else. I want you and I don't care about your past or your job as my bodyguard" you said, finally looking at him. "I...have feelings for you" you whispered, climbing into his lap. "Y/N..." he sighed, closing his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his neck. "I love you, Mase" you whispered.

*Mason's pov*

Those three words I was afraid to ever say in this life just left her mouth. She was addressing them to me, a broken hearted idiot with a heart of ice. Say it back you idiot. "Mase?" She looked up, searching for an answer in my eyes. "I knew it" she said, laughing bitterly. "I was so dumb to fall for you. You don't love me the way I do" she said, getting up from my lap. "Y/N wait... It's not that I don't love you" I said, quickly getting up and catching her wrist. "Then what is it, Mason? Tell me so I can go and cry my eyes out over an idiot" she said. "It's...it's..." I shuttered. "Leave me alone, Mason" she said, snatching her wrist from my grip. Fuck. She went on a nearby rock, bringing her knees to her chest and crying. Because of me. If I was her boyfriend, I'd left her alone. But as her bodyguard, I had to sit there and watch her suffering, which pained me as well.

I tried not to look at her, but I couldn't. Rays of sunshine at sunset adorned her tear stained face and her full lips, which I adored so much. I noticed her getting up, she was probably cold. "Let's go" she muttered when she reached me. I let her lead the way back, keeping a considerable distance between us. She abruptly stopped, looking over her shoulder and frowning at me. "You know... I don't bite" was the only thing she said before reusing her walk. I jogged to reach her, and we walked in silence, her arm often brushing mine. "I'm not mad at you" she said as we entered the villa. "But I have one more request" she added. "What is it princess?" I asked. She came closer, until her breath fanned over my ear. "I want you to fuck me... raw. Like this is the last time you ever laid your hands on me" she whispered. I gulped, seeing her point in all this. Our last night on the island before we went back to our normal lives. The last time I could show her how much I care. "Get on the bed. Spread your legs. And wait for me" I growled into her ear. She smirked, going to my bedroom, swaying her hips and making me want her more

*normal pov*

You laid on the bed in only your soaked panties and waited for him to join you. He made the appearance 5 minutes after you, with a box in his hands. "Are you sure?" He asked and you nodded. He threw the box in the bin, you guessed those were the condoms he packed. "Get up" he said coldly. You immediately obeyed, not wanting to push his buttons more. You were surprised he didn't fuck that attitude of yours when you got mad at him earlier today. He kneeled before you, circling your clit over the fabric of your panties before he tossed them aside. He came eye level with you and kissed you roughly on the lips.

"I want to try something new" he breathed against your lips. "Do it" you said. He pulled away and laid flat on the bed in all his glory. You became wetter instantly, seeing his hard cock and abs displayed for you. "Reverse cowgirl... come on" he ushered you. You turned your ass towards him and carefully climbed onto his body, your entrance hovering over his dick. "Up" he said, tapping your thigh. You frowned as your pussy hovered above his face and you were faced with his hard erection. "Suck" he simply said before he pushed your ass down and he attached his lips to your pussy. You grabbed his tip and pushed it into your mouth, sucking slowly. He bucked his hips up to let his dick hit the back of your throat as you gagged around him and couldn't focus on the pleasure his tongue was giving you. The obscene sounds he made in your wetness spurred you on sucking him faster. "Fuck..." he groaned into your core while you came squirting over his face. A few bobs of your head and he came undone down your throat. You pulled away, catching your breath and looking over your shoulder. Mason was still buried between your legs, lapping your juices and pushing his fingers inside. "Mase... fuck" you moaned, rubbing your clit on his face. "Mason I'm gonna—" you came with a cry of his name. Two orgasms in less than 2 minutes. This was going to be a long night.

He pulled away and helped you get off him, while he walked naked in the room, as if he was thinking about something. He revealed something from your bag that he brought in before. "Have you ever used it?" He asked. "No" you replied. "There's a first time for everything princess" he grinned, taking the double vibrator and lube with him on the bed. "Spread your legs" he said, pouring some lube that is ran between your ass cheeks. "You dirty girl. Keeping this in your drawer? What would daddy say about it?" He asked, attaching one of the vibrator's ends on your clit and the other in your ass. "I don't know. What do you say?" You asked and he groaned. You just called him daddy. Subtly and indirectly, but it still turned him on.

"Enough talk. I want to see you get off" he said, pressing the first speed on the vibrator. "Fuck!" You groaned, as he switched to the second speed. You looked at him through hooded eyes and saw him palming himself to get hard again. "Mason please... fuck me" you begged, tears rolling down your cheek from the vibrations in your ass. "You want my dick? Say it" he groaned, slapping your pussy with his cock. "Fuck yes... I want your dick... daddy" you moaned. He turned off the vibrator and shoved the machine from your holes, replacing it with his cock. One harsh thrust and he was inside you, buried to the hilt. "Taking my cock so well" he praised you, thrusting in and out of your pussy. "Mason please" you moaned, feeling your 4th orgasm approaching. His teeth scratched your sensitive nipples, sucking them until your reached your high and came all over this cock.

He pulled out and you frowned, since he didn't finish yet. "Don't worry about me princess. Worry about that tight pussy that I'll destroy tonight" he growled, flipping you on all fours and placing a slap on your bum. You remained silent as he rubbed your ass cheeks, occasionally slapping them with his hands and cock. "I can't have enough of you baby... I'll fuck you every day and night" he groaned before pushing in form behind. You arched your back, moaning his name as he pounded into you, your ass hitting his abdomen with each thrust. The skin slapping sounded dirty in your ears, making you squirm underneath him. "Fuck... do that again" he groaned, slapping your ass. "Mason please... I need— I need to come" you moaned. He yanked your hair and pressed your back firmly against his chest while he still thrusted into you. "Who's fucking your pussy this good? Who's pussy is this baby?" He asked. "Y-yours... fucking hell" you cursed as another orgasm crashed, and you collapsed on the bed, your knees giving away from the immense pleasure. He wrapped an arm around your waist and put you back in doggy position, his thrusts becoming sloppier. You pushed your ass behind, fucking yourself on his cock. "Fuck baby I'm gonna—" he didn't finish his sentence, but he finished inside you. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, pushing his cum further into you. He pulled out, finally allowing you to lay flat on the bed, exhausted from your dirty activities.

He kissed the top of your head, before bringing a towel to clean you up. "I'd like to swim" you said out of nowhere. He burst into laughing and it was a genuine laugh, one you've never heard from him before. "Princess, I just fucked your brains out and you still have energy for that?" He asked. "Well, not really, but I could use a bath" you said. "I'm gonna run your one okay?" He said and disappeared into the bathroom. "You can come" he said. Obviously, you couldn't move but he was too dumb to realise that. He came back into the bedroom with a frown on his face. "Come on" he gestured to the bathroom. "I can't, Mr. big dick" you rolled your eyes. "I fucked you too good, didn't I?" He smirked, picking you up and placing you in the bath tub. "Oh shit Sherlock" you scoffed. He wanted to leave, but I grabbed his hand. "Stay please?"

He joined behind you, drawing soft patterns on your arms and waist, humming a low tune near your ear. "What do we do when we go back? Will we pretend nothing happened?" You asked. "I can't pretend I've never fucked this sweet cunt princess, but for our sake, I will" he said, sounding almost sad. "I don't want to forget this" you said, cuddling into his chest. "I don't either. But there's not a chance for us at home" he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I wish our lives weren't that complicated" you sighed, relaxing into his touch. He didn't reply, but hugged you tightly, as if he wanted to remember everything about you and your body. "I'm gonna miss this" you said, kissing his lips softly. "I will too" he whispered, kissing your deeply and longingly.

Hope you like it❣️

[geocait0815]

Demons Grasp - Chapter 20

Holy smokes, people! I have initially planned this story to have 5 or 6 chapters and now look where we are!

But we have reached the end of our journey :) I am very happy with how this turned out, especially with so many of you reading along and leaving positive feedback. This gave me the motivation I needed to see this through. I hope everyone enjoyed this as much as I did.

I raise my hand to shield my eyes from the bright headlights directed at us. Doors clap and a middle-aged man in an expensive looking gray suit approaches us. He is flanked by two mountains in black suits. They seem relaxed, no guns are pointing at us, yet. When they stop, the two huge men stand back a few steps, feet spread apart and hands crossed in front of their crotches. They are wearing a decidedly disinterested looks on their faces.

“MC Landon?”, the gray one addresses me. “Yes… Who are you?” “Irrelevant. We have come here because we share an interest in disbanding a rogue cell of government officials dealing with classified information.” Oh, really? “A few hours ago, we received a quite impressive collection of information that serves as evidence against said organization, including names, locations, clients and communications. There are raids being carried out throughout the country as we speak.” 

I wonder who this anonymous source could be. It must be someone from Tess’ group of hackers. They are the only ones with access to all the information. But what does this mean for us now? I can sense the men behind me shuffling. After all that happened tonight they can’t be happy about more agents showing up now.

“Look, we need to get out of here and to a hospital.” I take a small side step to grant him a view on Beaker and Curly struggling to keep Jake upright. “And you will. I won’t take up much of your time. We have come here tonight to ensure the men acting on behalf of the rogue cell are being brought into custody. I take it this is the wanted hacker, calling himself Nym-0s?” He takes a step forward but I step back between him and Jake. Several of Jacky's men also step forward, forming a protective wall beside me.

The two black-suited giants shift as well, reaching into their jackets. But the gray one raises one hand and they settle back. “We are not here for him. In fact, I have authorization to grant him and everyone involved in tonight's events full immunity in exchange for an agreement to keep everything confidential regarding the rogue cell, their activities and our involvement in its destruction. As long as none of this ever reaches the public, none of you will face repercussions or prosecution. As soon as you agree to this, all of you are free to leave and my men will get to work cleaning up whatever you left behind in there.”

This is a very surprising turn of events. And it sounds almost too good to be true. I glance around. The expressions of the men next to me betray no emotion, though I can sense a tension radiating from them. When I catch Jacky’s eye, she just shrugs. Several men died here tonight. Several more are incapacitated and tied up in and around the building behind us. This agreement would guarantee the safety of Jacky and her men after all they did for Jake and me. The same goes for Tess and her friends. And if this deal is real, it would mean that Jake would also be free, finally.

But can I make a decision like that for him? A cold hand grasps my heart when I look at Jake now, slumped between the two men holding him up. I am not even sure if he is conscious and aware of what is happening around him right now.

He must have read my mind, though. Because as I am standing here, looking at him, considering our options, he raises his head ever so slightly. His piercing blue eyes are barely visible behind the bruising and swelling in his face. But he seems clearer than before. And he gives me a brief nod.

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A few days later

After getting lost a few times, I am now very familiar with the labyrinth of narrow hospital hallways. I have not left this building since we finally got Jake here. I can barely remember the drive here. But I do remember the relief after he got the much needed medical attention. I had to put up a fight with several nurses before they finally agreed to let me stay at his side.

Jake has been fading in and out of consciousness, largely due to the pain medication. Several of his bones are broken, including two ribs. Thankfully, his lungs were not punctured from this. Aside from this, there were several cuts and a myriad of bruises. And they had to get the drugs out of Jake’s system, that he was injected with to keep him calm while being held.

I had to undergo some medical checks as well, since I took quite a beating myself. The scratches on my left cheeks have been joined by several bruises and a cut in my lower lip. Right now I am returning from receiving the results of my bloodwork. Both Jake and I have been drained several times. For testing, they say. But by now I am convinced that this hospital is run by vampires.

Before turning the last corner I stop at a vending machine and grab several cups of coffee, and tea for myself. I have mastered the skill of carrying multiple plastic cups of hot liquid back to the room during the last few days.

Two men are standing guard in front of Jake's room. Jacky still does not fully trust the deal we have made and insists on stationing guards. Tess and Maya have visited almost every day as well. Even Max and Flex showed up once. It turned out that it was Max who leaked the information to a contact he had somewhere in the government. He told me that they owed him a favor and promised they were trustworthy. He never gave me a reason to not trust him so I left it at that.

“Good morning, gentlemen. I come bearing gifts.” I smile at the two guards and hand over two of the cups. Stepping into the room I am surprised by seeing Jake awake and sitting up, talking to Tess. She has propped herself into the remarkably uncomfortable armchair that I moved next to the window close to Jake’s bed.

“Jake! You are awake. How are you feeling?” I walk over and place the cups on the table attached to the hospital bed. Then I sit down at the edge of the bed. “Still a bit foggy. But much better. Your friend here has started catching me up on what you were up to since we got separated.” He raises an eyebrow. “You never told me you had connections like this.”

Oof, that is going to be a long story. “Well, I am full of surprises.” “You sure are.” The smile he gives me sends butterflies through my body. It feels so good being at his side again and seeing him being on the mend. I reach out and gently place my hand on his cheek.

A nurse bursts into the room. “I am going to need a moment with the patient.” I get off the bed. Tess also gets up. “Hey MC. Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure.” “Let’s go outside.” We walk into the hallway. “I’ve come in today to say goodbye” Tess says. “Oh?” “Yeah... I’ve landed a lucrative IT job at a major corporation. I think right now I prefer to lay low for a little while.” Why is she being so cryptic?

“But we will stay in touch? We still have so much to catch up on.” “Of course!” “Thanks for everything. I don’t know what I would have done if I had not found you. I owe you and the others a lot.” “We are all happy that we could help. This whole thing turned out bigger than anything we were ever involved in.” She pulls me into a tight hug.

When we separate, her expression is serious again. “One more thing: Jacky asked me to let you know that she considers her payment as taken care of.” “What do you mean? I did not get around to that yet.” Meaning I have not figured out yet how to come up with the full amount. Tess shoots me a conspiratory grin. “Don’t worry about it.” Then she just walks away leaving me baffled.

Back at the room I meet the nurse on her way out.  “Everything is looking good so far. He will need some rest now, though.” I nod and walk in. Jake really does look exhausted. I circle the bed and climb onto it next to him, making sure to not get tangled with his IV accidentally. “Do you need anything?” I ask, while gently stroking his hair. “A kiss would be paramount to my recovery.” I laugh and bend down to meet his lips. We stay like this for a long, precious moment. Then I carefully shift down to rest my head on his chest.

“I have talked to your sisters earlier.” This had been a long and excruciating call. I had a lot of explaining to do, since I had been ignoring Lilly's calls for several days. “They are on their way here. I might need protection from Lilly, though. She is furious with me for not telling them earlier about what was happening.” I do not get a reply from him. The silence stretches on for so long that I am convinced he has fallen asleep.

But then I feel his hand stroking up and down my arm. “Where were you earlier when I woke up?” Right. I sit up again, taking his hand into mine. “I was just down the hall with a doctor. He was giving me the results of some bloodwork they insisted on running after we came to the hospital.” I see concern flickering up in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Well, it depends on how you see it. Look, they have uncovered that I am suffering from a condition.” “What? What condition? Nothing serious, I hope.” “Oh it is pretty serious. And it will affect our lives permanently.” I lift his hand, which I am still holding, up to my lips and press a gentle kiss on his fingers. Then I lower it to my belly. The expression in his face shifts from concern to confusion as he stares at his hand.

Then the penny drops and he looks up into my eyes, beaming with joy.

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[bumbleklee]

philocaly (kaeya x reader)

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★ ironically this came to me in a dream last night lol. it’s also 4 in the morning so please excuse anything that makes no sense <3

★ summary: you have the worst nightmare of your life but thankfully kaeya is there to calm you down

★ content warning: there’s a very quick, very vague sex scene that isn’t detailed at all but just so everyone knows. major angst but also major comfort so do with that what you will. also reader was written as female but its pretty vague so feel free to imagine them as whoever you want

philocaly

(n) the love of beauty 

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the intoxicating smell of gasoline that surrounded you. Your body felt sticky and wet and it didn’t take long for you to realize you were drenched in petroleum. You felt dazed and when you tried to look around, your eyesight blurred and you stared into a cloudy abyss.

A voice began speaking and you jolted up, trying to find the source only to find absolutely nothing. You didn’t even know if you were sitting in a chair.

“So naive…”

Your breath caught in your throat when you recognized the voice as Kaeya’s. But your mouth wasn’t moving. You thrashed around but it was like your arms were being held down by invisible bonds.

“Don’t panic, pretty,” Kaeya said. His voice echoed around the room and finally the clouds started to dissipate. Your beloved boyfriend stood feet away from you, wearing a brilliant white tuxedo. “We’re just going to talk. For now.”

Out of thin air, Kaeya pulled a chair in front of you. He sat down in it backwards, leaning his head on his arms. He had his signature smile on his face but his eyes were dull and emotionless. Suddenly your feet hit something hard and you glanced down, seeing a polished wooden floor beneath your shoes.

“Tell me, Y/N,” Kaeya purred, looking at you in a way that made you shiver, “Do you really think you amount to anything in this world?”

His words stunned you. What was going on? You gaped your mouth to speak but no words came out. You didn’t know what to say.

“It would solve a lot of problems if we just got rid of you right now, don’t you think? I would finally be free to find someone worth my time and the rest of Mondstadt would be happy to have such a burden lifted.”

You felt like your throat was on fire. You couldn’t believe Kaeya was saying these things to you but he really was. Tears streamed down your face and you sharply inhaled, your chest aching in pain. You prayed that this was some sick joke.

The gasoline that was poured on your head before started to run down your face, sliding between your eyes and burning your nostrils when you breathed.

“You’re crying now? How pathetic,” Kaeya laughed. He shoved his hand into the pocket of the tuxedo jacket and pulled out a pack of matches. Your eyes widened and you felt yourself stop breathing momentarily. He hummed casually and stood up from the chair, “I can’t wait to find someone so much better.”

You tried to scream, defend yourself, but no sounds came out. It was like your voice box had been ripped away. Your eyesight was blurry again from your tears but you couldn’t even wipe them away. A gloved hand reached out and gripped your jaw, pulling your face upwards. Kaeya was in front of you now, his eyes even more sadistic than before. He cocked his head at you and rubbed his thumb along your bottom lip.

“You always had such an ugly face.”

And with that, Kaeya ripped his hand away and lit a match. He threw it at you carelessly and turned on his heel. As soon as the tiny flame touched the gasoline, it was like an explosion. The flames crawled up your legs and surrounded your body. You had never felt this kind of pain before and it was unbearable. Once again, you tried to scream but only silent heaves escaped your throat. The last thing you saw was Kaeya’s long ponytail being thrown over his shoulder before the flames consumed you.

You shot up in bed, your hands clutching your nightgown like never before. You heaved and erratically inhaled, trying to catch your breath. While you couldn’t feel the flames anymore, in that moment they felt so real. Never before had you had such a horrendous nightmare and you didn’t know how to handle it.

Kaeya’s words rang through your head over and over again. You couldn’t stop the tears falling from your eyes, only this time you could reach up and wipe them away. Hands crawled up your shoulders and Kaeya, the real one, rubbed them slowly.

“You’re drenched in sweat, Princess,” He mumbled, “What happened?”

Your blood grew cold as your dream replayed. You choked back a sob and managed to twist your body so you were facing Kaeya. “I’m okay,” You lied, your voice hoarse and quiet, “I’m just a little shaken up.” Kaeya raised an eyebrow at you. He had seen you shaken up before and it was never this extreme. He opened his mouth to speak but you surged forward, pressing your lips against his. “I want to do it. Right now.”

“What?” Kaeya mumbled between desperate, rough kisses. Normally he wouldn’t be opposed to a spontaneous midnight session but you were clearly in distress.

“Please,” Your voice cracked. You needed to be intimate with Kaeya right now, you needed to feel his body flush against yours. You needed to know that he still wanted you.

Kaeya only nodded and let you push him back onto the bed. You inhaled sharply again and rubbed your cheeks. You slung a leg over Kaeya and wasted no time in kissing down his neck. You placed wet kisses on his skin and Kaeya’s hands grazed your hips. If this was going to make you feel better right now, then he would do anything you wanted.

You inched backwards so your crotch was over Kaeya’s and you pulled down his pants quickly. He was still soft but you didn’t care, lifting up your nightgown and lowering yourself onto Kaeya. He didn’t make his usual sound of pleasure when he entered you but you paid no mind, placing your hands flat on Kaeya’s stomach so you could move your hips and back forth. Your movement was erratic and, honestly, didn’t feel good at all but you needed this intimacy now.

When you and Kaeya made love, it was gentle and sensual. He treated you like glass and his touches made you feel like you were on cloud nine. But this didn’t feel right. You weren’t feeling loved and beautiful this time. You could only think about what Kaeya said in your dream and maybe he was right.

You started crying again and Kaeya’s heart ached. He hated seeing you like this and he knew that having sex wasn’t what you needed right now.

“Alright, we’re done,” Kaeya said softly. His hands tried to lift you off of him but you only ground your hips down and let out a sob.

“No!” You cried, “We have to finish. We have to.”

“No, we don’t,” Kaeya countered. He suddenly overpowered you, lifting your hips off his and moving you beside him in bed. He pulled his pants back up and pulled your nightgown back down. This time, Kaeya leaned over you and boxed your head in with his arms so you couldn’t roll away. “Tell me what happened.”

At this, your cries turned into uncontrollable sobs. You couldn’t breathe and inaudible words floated out of your mouth. You tried to explain your dream but your wails only drowned it out. Kaeya waited patiently for you to stop crying. He hated seeing you cry but knew you needed this and wasn’t going to push you to stop anytime soon.

He stayed perfectly still until your sobs eventually died out. You were still a teary, sniffling mess but at least you could form coherent sentences now. You shakily explained your dream, repeating what was said to you by the love of your life. Kaeya listened and felt sick. His nose brushed against yours.

“None of that is true,” Kaeya said firmly. His eyes stared intensely into yours and your bottom lip quivered again, “You know that, right?”

“I’m so in love with you,” You started, “So in love that a nightmare about you not loving me is more painful than getting stabbed fifty times. I want to be enough for you.”

“You are enough for me.”

Kaeya’s hands brushed through your hair gently, his thumbs rubbing circles in your temple. Your eyes felt heavy and stung from your hysteria. You snaked your arms around Kaeya’s waist and managed to maneuver your bodies so you were both lying on your sides. Kaeya pulled you close to him and you found solace in the crook of his neck. Kaeya pressed soft, warm kisses all over your face and kissed away the rest of your tears.

“I love you, too,” He whispered.

Your eyes fluttered closed and Kaeya waited until your breathing was normal again to close his own. His hand found yours and laced your fingers together and in that moment you realized that this was the intimacy you were longing for so deeply. Your dream that night would haunt you probably for the rest of your life but as long as you could bring yourself back to reality, back to Kaeya, you would be okay.

Kaeya pressed a final kiss to your temple and spoke one last time before sleep overcame you both. Quoting your favorite book Kaeya said, “I’m in love with you, and I know that love in just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

a/n: did i just quote tfios? yes <3

[marvelous-harry]

thank you for blessing us with blurb night! could you maybe do public play/punishment for harry/flo/reader? maybe at like a fancy dinner or on set/after a concert? i feel like that would be v hottt

"Do they have proper food or do they only have fancy food and the serving is only a mouthful?" I asked as I looked at Harry.

Harry glanced up at me in the rearview mirror as he chuckled. "They have proper food, yes. I know you'll like it," he replied as Florence looked at me and smiled.

"They have several pasta dishes," Florence told me before turning back, grasping Harry's hand and lacing their fingers together.

"Nice! I'm going to get pasta then. Can we get dessert too? But only if they have good desserts, not like healthy fancy ones," I mumbled as I looked out the window.

As Harry found a parking spot not too far from the restaurant, I opened the car door and stepped out. Pulling down my skirt that Florence had insisted I wear, I waited till both of them were out of the car before hooking my hands with Harry's and grabbing onto Florence's hand.

By the door, we were greeted by the owner warmly and led to a secluded booth in the back of the restaurant. "It's so cozy!" I remarked as I took a seat by Florence and Harry scooted in beside me.

There were candles and dim lighting, gold accents, and dark walls done tastefully well.

"Good evening, I'm Nic. I'll be your server tonight," a sweet girl said as she handed out menus to us all. "Can I get you guys some drinks to get started?"

I went to get my menu but Florence picked it up, laying it on top of hers. "We'll start with a bottle of riesling white wine and a bottle of sparkling water please," she said charmingly.

"Wonderful, I'll be right back," Nic smiled as she subtly looked Florence up and down, her eyes lingering just a second too long at Florence's cleavage.

I huffed and shot her glare.

"Behave," Harry whispered as he put his hand on my thigh, giving me a little squeeze.

"She was looking at Flossie! My Flossie! Keep her eyes to herself and do her job," I grumbled as I strained my neck, trying to look over the booth and see what she was doing.

Florence laughed quietly. "Darling, it's okay. You're the only girl for me," she said as she tilted my head towards her and gave me a little kiss.

"Promise?" I pouted as I looked at her.

"I promise," Florence grinned before turning to look at Nic as she came back with our glasses and bottles. Florence put her hand on my other thigh and suddenly I couldn't concentrate on anything but the feeling of both of them resting their warm hands on my thigh.

"Have you had a chance to look at the menu?" Nic asked once she had poured two glasses of wine and one glass of sparkling water.

"Yes, we'll have one of the lamb, the profumo di mare pasta dish, and the salmon, please," Harry replied as he gathered the menus and handed them off.

"Nice choices. I'll let the chef know," Nic walked away.

"How did you know what to get? What if I wanted something else? We didn't even look at the menus?" I asked, looking at Harry confused as he put his hand back on my thigh, higher up this time - slightly pushing my skirt up.

"Florence and I decided before we left. You trust us to choose what's best for you don't you?" he asked as he started rubbing his fingers softly up and down my skin.

I nodded and blushed as I shivered slightly. "Yes, Harry," I replied as Florence moved her hand up a bit too. Resting my hands on the table, I took a deep breath and licked my lips as I let my legs spread a little.

"Good girl. We always take care of you don't we?" Florence asked as she crossed her legs and switched hands.

Blushing even harder, I looked around as I felt her thumb rubbing at my clit. "Yes, Flossie," I moaned quietly as I moved my hands to my side. "You planned this," I said accusingly while looking between them both.

Harry and Florence smirked. "Might have. You don't mind though. Can feel how wet you are already. You'll be soaked through your panties before our meals even arrive," Florence teased while rubbing slowly at my clit.

Whimpering, I looked at Harry as I could feel his hand moving up.

Florence moved her hand out of the way so he could have a proper feel too.

"You're right. So fucking wet, baby. Such a good girl, letting us touch you in public. Though I bed you'd let us touch you anywhere anytime," Harry smirked as he used his thumb and index finger to touch my clit and my pussy.

"Please," I whispered as I pushed my hips out, rubbing my crotch against his fingers, already desperate and so close to cumming.

"You going to be quiet?" Harry asked as he pulled my panties to the side.

I nodded quickly and bit my lip as I breathed quickly.

"Florence, rub at her clit," Harry said as he eased his finger into me.

"Oh my god," I gasped as Florence put her hand under my skirt and quickly rubbed at my clit while Harry started fucking me with his finger.

"Cum for us baby girl. Show us how good you can be. Letting us finger you in public. Such a good little slut for us," Florence whispered into my ear.

Throwing my head back, I held my breath as I felt like I was going to pass out as I cummed hard.

"That's it. Good girl. So good," Harry whispered as he pulled his finger slowly and moved my panties back in place before Florence adjusted my skirt and put her hand around me, hugging me close.

Harry brought the glass of water up to my lips and I took two huge gulps before he pulled it back. "Mmmm," I moaned and licked my lips. Leaning my head on Florence's shoulder, I grabbed for Harry - wanting him closer.

Harry put his hand around Florence and I, sitting as close as possible.

"I like this restaurant," I mumbled as Harry chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

Later when Nic arrived with our food, I relished in the fact that Harry and Florence barely looked at her, thanking her for the food quickly before their attention was back on me.

Once we had finished our food, I was quite eager to go home to play some more.

"Relax, darling. We still have to get dessert," Florence pointed out before nodding at Harry. In yet another planned move, they pulled my soaked panties off and Harry stuffed them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket before their hands were disappearing under my skirt again.

"Fuck," I whispered as I saw their smirks. They weren't done yet.