#indigo's face looks weird

[ace-dodo]

RAAAAAAH OC POSTING 🦅🦅

Kay so, it's my spiderman au (if you can call it that way), so, yeah

The red head is MJ (María Juana 🤭🤭) and the blonde is Indigo (the spiderman of that universe :O)

If I actually get enough motivation I'll keep posting random drawings and maybe do the timeline of lore 😁😁 (I already have the lore, I just need to organize it)

And maybe I'll do character introductions (probably the first thing I should've done but oh well)

[latenightdaydreams]

Perhaps you have plans for things, but can you please write part 2 of Viking! Konig? I'm so curious how would reader get used to her new life and her new husband

Husband upgrade🤭

Viking!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1, Part 3

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, breastmilk

2.1k word count

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Two middle life blonde women gently help you out of the tub they were bathing you in. Small drops of water fall to the wooden ground beneath you. They speak in a soft tone, but in a language you cannot understand. They’re telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky you are to be König’s queen.

You’re seated in a wooden chair, drying off from the bath. One woman stands behind you and combs through your hair. The other leaves out of your view to grab something. You shiver slightly, being naked and wet.

“Vi varmer deg opp snart.” The woman’s voice is kind, and she stops combing your hair and caressing your arms, trying to warm you.

You don’t respond, not knowing what she said. In a weird way, her touch feels familiar and calming. With a simple nod of your head, she goes back to combing your hair.

The other woman walks in front of you, holding up a beautiful blue dress. Again, she speaks and you just gaze up at her. Her blue eyes are bright as she’s speaking. Your head pulls back slightly as the tension on your scalp grows from your hair being pulled into a long braid.

Once your hair was done, she stood you up to dress you. The indigo blue dress fits you tightly, extenuating your breasts and the curve of your waist. A woven belt placed around your waist and a necklace with a medallion of a wolf dangles for it. Leather shoes tied to your feet as you

“Hun er klar.” She exclaims as she sees you totally transformed into a queen. “La oss gå.”

You leave the small house, their arms wrapped in yours as your guild you down a pathway. Inside, you feel as though you are about to throw up. Your feet drag beneath you, dreading seeing König.

“I can’t” You try to turn but the women’s grip on you is firm.

“Du blir bra.” One speaks as she pets your arm.

König paced back and forth in his house waiting for Hilda and Thyra to finish cleaning you for him to enjoy. He walks shirtless and without a mask, exposing his sculpted body covered with battle scars, tattoos on his pecs, and scars on his face. His light blonde hair falls to his shoulder, some pushed behind his left ear.

His head turns as he sees the door open and you enter. The same worried look that has plagued your face this whole journey is still there. König walks to you and takes your hand, thanking the women and sending them on their way.

Worried or not, you’re still the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. You look as if a goddess decided to come live amongst men. He will never understand how he got so lucky as to find you. Your breasts are full and swollen with milk, he can’t wait to taste you.

“You look beautiful, Liebling.” The door closes, and it’s just the two of you.

“Please, I can’t stay here.” You instantly plead, voice shaking. “I need to go home.”

“You are home.” He looks down at your face, studying you in the low light. “Don’t be so sad.”

“My children—”

“Are safe at home.” His hands caress your arms up and down.

“I need my children here.”

“I’ll give you new ones. Stronger ones.”

König’s hands grasp yours and bring them to his chest. You look at his body, turning your head away to gaze at the ground. He lifts your chin to face him.

“How about you come with me? I’ll help you forget about your troubles.”

There was no room to protest as he grabbed your hand and led you to the large bed in the corner of the room. He sits on the bed and keeps you standing in front of him. His hands roam over the curve of your body. On the journey back he refrained from touching you so you could mourn your last life, but now- now you’re all his.

“Are your breasts sore?” He asks as his hands feel how swollen they’ve become after days away from your child.

You don’t answer, but just look him in the eyes. It’s clear to see that you’re too full to be comfortable. His hands squeeze slightly and the indigo fabric begins to darken from the milk he expressed. Thyra and Hilda got you all dressed up only for König to ruin you.

König grabs at the woven belt around your waist and slowly undoes it, pulling it towards him, and laying it on the bed beside him.

“Please stop, I’m a married woman.” You step back.

“You are. To me.” He wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer.

“In the eyes of God, you’re not my husband.”

“God? Which one?” König teases as his hand runs down to rub your plump ass. “Here, in my land, you’re mine. Unless your old family comes to my shore and fights for you back…you’re mine.”

You just stare into his eyes and nod. Realistically, your husband will never come for you. He wouldn’t even know where to look. The memories of your life with him, with your children flashes before your eyes until a tap on your ass takes you out of your own mind.

“Let’s get you more comfortable.”  His voice is a soft whisper as he stands to get you naked in front of him. The last piece he grabs is your necklace, setting it down on top of your dress.

You stand naked. Your breasts are full and round. Body soft and curvy. A small white pearly bead of milk lingers on your left nipple. Between your legs is a soft patch of hair, he can’t wait to feel it rub against his face. All you can think about is how God will smite you for infidelity, you can only hope he understands.

“Look at you. Beautiful.”

König wraps his arms around you and places you gently on the bed, as if you were a delicate jewel he didn’t want to harm. He looks down at you as he finishes undressing. As he steps out of his pants, you can see his massive cock bounce, leaning down. He notices you looking at him, making him feel cocky.

“Big, ja?” He walks to you, parting your legs. “Let me show you how a real man fucks.”

Instantly, a blush forms on your face as you look at his blue eyes. His blonde hair falling forward as he looks down at you. You hate to admit that, compared to Callum, König is far more attractive. Your eyes travel all over his body, inspecting his tattoos as he moves on to the bed with you. He notices your gaze and smiles.

“It’s for my family name.” He whispers as he rests his large body next to yours.

“Oh.”

König moves his lips to yours, tenderly kissing you.  You don’t kiss back at first, and that's okay. He knows you’re nervous. His lips leave yours and travel down your neck, he lightly nips at your flesh. A small whimper leaves your lips causing him to smile.

Lifting his head for a moment, he moves his hand to your breast and squeezes. A fountain of milk begins to spurt out. König moves his mouth to your other nipple and begins to suck. He continues to squeeze the other to spray himself with it.

A mixture of relief and pleasure rushes over you. Callum has not touched your breasts since the milk came in, finding it repulsive. König acts like a starved man, as if your milk is the only thing that can save you. It’s…hot.

Milk begins to drip from the corner of his mouth, rolling down your breast. He slowly pulls away, licking his lips. “So sweet.”

König licks in between your breasts and over the other, cleaning up the mess he’s made. His hand slowly trails down your body and touches your pussy. The feeling of your wet folds between your fat pussy lips drives him wild.

“I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside of you.” He growls as his lips kiss up your neck.

König moves his body between your legs, running his hands from your breasts down to your hips. He brushes his hair back and out of his face with one hand as he presses his cock against your entrance. You gaze up at him before he moves his hips forward.

“Wait.”

His eyes move to your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I can’t. My husband—” You were cut off by the euphoric sensation of meaty cock being shoved into your tight little cunt. A moan spills from your lips as your eyes go wide.

König grins looking at your reaction. He leans over your body to kiss the tip of your nose. “I am your husband now. Don’t forget that.” The words leave his lips as he slowly shoves the rest of his cock into you.

Your nails dig into his arms as you squeeze your eyes shut. König looks at your face, your mouth hanging open and eyebrows pinched together. His hips slowly pull back before pushing back into you slowly; enjoying the look on your face as he does. A small chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls away.

“My perfect queen.”

He grabs your hips, pulling your rear up slightly off the bed as he bucks forward into your tiny cunt. Your back is arched as his fingers dig into your ass. Loud moans leave your lips, loud enough people passing the home can hear the two of you.

“König, I- it’s too much.” You feel a tingle run over your body as a heavy pressure builds in your core.

He realizes that you’re about to cum, “beg for it.”

“For what?”

“To cum.”

“I- I can’t.” You feel shameful. Shame for having sex with someone other than Callum and shame for feeling this pleasure. You’ve always been taught to not give into this type of lust.

“It’s okay to let go.” He whispers in your ear as he leans over you, his arms on either side of your head. His lips meet yours, pushing his tongue past your lips. You open your mouth accepting him in as you mewl pathetically.

You turn your head away, desperately begging. “Please…harder.”

He grabs your head and forces his tongue back into your mouth. Moans leave your lips into his mouth as your legs tremble around his waist. His kisses begin to trail to your cheek and down your jawline as he feels your walls flutter around his cock.

“There you go.” His kisses travel down to your breasts.

König pulls out and stands from the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling you to him. His arms wrap around you and hold you up. One arm holds you tightly to his body as the other reaches down to line himself up with you. He pushes forward while lowering you slightly. A groan leaves his lips, your arms wrap around his shoulders.

His fingers grasping the supply flesh of your ass as his hips thrust into you; your tight little cunt squeezes his cock as he bounces you on his length. The lustful daze you’re in makes you gaze up at him as if you’re in love. The sound of your wet pussy and little pitiful sounds leaves your lips mixing. König glances down to your breasts bouncing. Everything is just perfect.

“Y/n…” He groans as his cock pulses, face scrunching with pleasure.

The next morning you take up to an empty bed. You rub your eyes and stretch, slowly stepping out of the bed. That’s when you noticed König sitting nude and watching you with a smile. Your eyes travel along his body before meeting his eyes, trying to sit in a way that conceals your body.

“Don’t try to hide your beauty, Liebling. It’s just us here.” He stands and walks over to you, caressing your face. Your braid is barely together and face flushed with an afterglow from last night’s activities.

“We have a long day ahead of us. You’re going to be introduced to my people as their new queen. They will be astonished at your beauty.”

You look into his eyes and nod. There is still a lingering sadness in your eyes, he is aware you miss your old life. It will take time for you to move on, but he knows you’ll be happier here with him. No longer are you poor and working the fields. Now you’re a queen.

Part 3

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Sex pollen!Bucky Barnes one shot

What a weird night.  Another mission blowing up an old Hydra base, ransacking it for information before the explosion.  You and Bucky had been scouring emptied shelves and desks.  All computers and hard drives had already been wiped clean.  As you explored you found a lone flower in a pot, sitting in the middle of an exam table in an abandoned lab.  

“What is this?” you wondered out loud, walking closer to the flower but not daring to touch it.  It looked otherworldly, a color that you could only describe as indigo with iridescent anthers that seemed to glow as you came closer.  You took a picture and sent it to headquarters.  A video call quickly came back within seconds of you sending the picture.

“Hey Shuri, what am I looking at?” you asked.

“DON���T TOUCH IT!  GET AWAY FROM IT!” she yelled, her eyes bulging through the screen.  You quickly stepped back, staring at it in fear.

“What the hell is going on?  What is it?” 

“We don’t have a name for it here on earth, the only way I can describe it is an alien aphrodisiac.  The anthers on it will shoot out a dust that will make the one who breathes it extremely aroused to the point that if they don’t…copulate quickly it could cause dangerously high heart palpitations, abdominal pain, even psychotic breaks.  It can severely hurt or even kill you.”

“An alien aphrodisiac?” you asked dumbly, staring at the flower again.  It was beautiful, and you could feel a strange pull to go up to it and desire to touch it.  Thankfully you had some sense of self-preservation.  “Okay, what do we do with it?”

“Just get out of there and blow the place.  The explosion should be enough to kill the plant.  I don’t know how Hydra was able to get one, but there’s a reason they left it behind.”

“Jesus, okay, we’re on it.  I’ll report back soon,” you ended the call then tried to get hold of Bucky.  “Buck, can you hear me?” you said, hitting the earbud in your ear.  Nothing.  You left the room, walking down the corridor to another side of the base to try to get a better signal.

“Bucky, do you read me?” you called more loudly.  You heard nothing but static.  “Dammit,” you grumbled.  You tried your phone since you’d been able to get hold of Shuri.  After two rings he answered the video call.

“Hey doll, where are you?” he asked, a strange glowing behind him.  Your eyes widened at the color of the glow. 

“Buck, where are you?”

He turned, showing the lab you were just in.  “This old lab, there’s this weird looking flower in here, we should probably bag it up and bring it in for testing,” he said, reaching a hand out to the flower.

“Bucky NO!” you screamed at your phone, already running back down the corridor.

It was too late.  A large puff of indigo dust poofed from the flower’s anthers, surrounding Bucky and making him cough violently.  By the time you reached the lab he was on his knees, dry heaving as the dust seemed to magically disappear into his skin.  

“Shit,” you swore, running in and pulling him away from the flower.  “We have to get out of here.  Did you set all the charges?”

Bucky was unresponsive, still coughing and holding his stomach as he tripped over his feet as you dragged him out of the room.  You grunted as you pulled him along back down the corridor, his arm hung over your shoulder.  

“Come on Buck, stay with me,” you reached a hand up and grabbed his chin to make him focus on you.  “Did you set the charges?!”

“Yeah,” cough, “yeah I got it,” his arm around your shoulder seemed to tighten as he doubled over in pain, his face getting dangerously close to yours, like he was nuzzling your cheek with his nose.  “What the fuck was that thing?”

“Ugh, I’ll explain once we’re out,” you ignored his close proximity, pulling him through the halls until you finally found the entrance, quickly loading yourselves into the quinjet.  As you placed him into a chair and buckled him in you noticed a sheen of sweat along his hairline.  You gingerly placed a hand on his forehead.  He was burning up.  “Shit,” you swore again.  When you turned away to start the jet Bucky groaned.

“Don’t, don’t leave me,” Bucky begged, his eyes screwed shut.  His metal hand was warping the arm of the chair.

“I’m right here, Buck, just gotta get us in the air,” you placate him, getting the jet moving then turning to him again.  “Where’s the remote for the charges?”

Bucky shifted in his seat, reaching towards his pants pocket but fumbling as his fingers trembled.  You quickly reached down and dipped your hand into his pocket.  Bucky moaned loudly as you touched him so close to his cock, which you just noticed was straining against his pants.  He still had the sense to look embarrassed as your eyes flashed to his face when he moaned, but you pretended like nothing happened as you took the remote and once you were a good distance away detonated the charges.  A loud boom reverberated as you flew away, taking out the base and the alien flower.

As you sank into the other chair and took a breath you called Shuri again.

“Shuri, it’s done, but we have a bit of a problem,” you started when her face showed up on the screen.

“Oh please don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” she pleaded, looking worried.

“Bucky wasn’t with me when I called you, so he didn’t know to stay away from the flower, and by the time I tried calling him there was no reception so I wasn’t able to tell him before he got too close to it.  It blew right in his face and now he’s–”

“Ungh!” Bucky moaned again, his flesh hand palming himself through his pants.  “What is this?  God, it burns everywhere!”

“Oh Bast,” Shuri swore.  “What are his symptoms?”

You stood back up, walking over to Bucky as he writhed in his chair.  “Sweating profusely, high temperature, abdominal pains…hey Buck, open your eyes, look at me,” you directed him.  He quickly responded to your voice, his eyes looking wild as he stared at you.  “Pupils are dilated, and uh, well, some major arousal from what I can see,” you finished quickly, looking away from his debauched gaze.  

“Damn, and it all started immediately upon breathing in the dust?” Shuri asked quickly, her body turned towards a screen that she was typing on.

“Yes, he was choking and dry heaving on it, and it seemed to, I don’t know, seep into his skin?  It was crazy,” you rushed out.  You felt a tug on your shirt, looking down and seeing Bucky’s metal fingers pulling on the hem of your shirt, trying to pull you closer to him.  “And now he’s trying to touch me,” you stated plainly.  

Shuri sighed, turning away from the screen she was looking at.  “There’s nothing else that can help him.  He needs to have sex as soon as possible or else he will get worse and worse until his heart or mind gives out.  And seeing how much his mind has gone through in the last 80 years, you don’t have much time,” she remarked gravely.  “I’m sorry I don’t have any better answers for you.  This is something that we’ve never had to deal with before.”

You sighed, feeling Bucky’s fingers grab onto your thigh and pull you closer to him.  “I get it, Shuri, thanks.  Just…turn off the cameras and speakers for the jet, please?”

Shuri nodded with a pitiful smile on her face.  “You got it, good luck.”

You hung up your phone and set it on the other pilot chair.  You glanced back at Bucky and saw him crying as his metal fingers dug into your thigh.  “Oh Buck, it’s okay,” you sank down onto your knees in front of him, your fingers wiping his tears.  

He sniffed hard.  “No, it’s not.  This isn’t okay.  I didn’t want it like this, this doesn’t give either of us a choice,” he cried, his metal fingers now rubbing the back of your neck.  He didn’t seem to have control over what his hands were doing as his flesh hand pushed harshly against his cock.  “It’s not fair.”

You nodded, “You’re right, it’s not fair, it’s not right.  But I’m not going to let you die.  It’s okay,” you reached your hand up and cupped his cheek again with your palm, which he happily hung his head into.  “You’re my best friend, my mission partner, and I’m not going to lose you to some alien fucking flower.  I want to help you, do you hear me?”

Bucky looked in your eyes deeply, looking for any hesitation.  He didn’t find it.  “Buck, I want to,” you reassured him resolutely.  “I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear.  He ripped the seat buckle off of him and stood quickly, pulling you up harshly from the floor and towards the back of the quinjet where there were a couple of rooms for resting.  He picked the one with the bigger bed and shoved you through the door.  As much as this situation was dire, you were also secretly excited.  The feelings you’d tamped down as a childish crush were now coming full front as you peeled your mission suit off, kicking your boots off to a corner and then helping him get out of all the buckles and straps on his outfit.  Once you were both naked he wasted no time in cupping your face in his hands and kissing you.  The kiss was desperate, his fingers digging into the softness of your cheeks, his lips moving against yours then biting your lower lip.  You gasped and he took his opportunity to stick his tongue in your open mouth, tasting your tongue and swirling it with his.  His hands quickly traveled down your body, feeling his way over each hill and valley of your curves, settling his flesh hand on your breast, tweaking the nipple making you moan, and his metal hand kneading your ass.  Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.  

Bucky picked you up and heaved the both of you onto the mattress, gently seating himself between your legs.  His hard cock was nestled against your stomach, the contact making him rut against you.  He grunted as you bit his lip in return, another thrust against your core making you arch your back.  He slipped his flesh hand between your bodies and felt around your lower lips, feeling the slick already building up.  He moaned at how wet you were for him, using some of that slick on his thumb to bring it to your clit and rub you.  You arched again, your hips thrashing as he flicked your clit and rubbed you harshly.

“Gotta get you ready for me,” he murmured, looking down at you and watching as he dipped two fingers into your pussy while his thumb kept busy on your clit.  The fill of his fingers made you moan loudly, your mouth dropping open and hands digging into the sheets below you.  He pumped his fingers lazily, his thumb doing all the work.  You could feel the orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly, your hips gyrating against his hand.

“Oh god, Buck, I’m gonna cum, ungh,” your breath hitched as he flicked harder.  The snap in your core was sudden, a yelp falling from your lips as you came on his fingers.  He let you ride out the orgasm and the aftershocks, pulling his fingers out gently then bringing them up to his mouth and sucking on your juices.  His eyes rolled back in his head as he licked his fingers clean.  The scene almost made you cum again.

“Fuck, you taste divine, doll,” he growled.  “Next time I’m gonna eat you out and pull as many orgasms from you as I can with my mouth.”

“Next time?” you breathed.

Bucky nodded as he shifted his hips and gripped his cock, lining himself up with your pussy.  “Yeah, next time.  Been wanting you for so long, doll.  Although this isn’t the way I wanted it,” he paused as he pushed in slowly, making you gasp, “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.  Jesus, you’re tight!”

Your hands gripped his biceps, fingernails digging into his flesh arm.  You tried to relax as he pushed slowly, trying to let you adjust even though you could tell he was struggling to go slow.  The sweat was almost pouring off him now, his pupils dilated so much that his eyes looked almost completely black, his temperature even hotter than before.  You worried that if he didn’t cum soon he’d pass out.  He was trying to be careful, but he didn’t need careful, he needed relief.

“Buck,” you whined, swiveling your hips.  He buckled as you moved, falling to his elbows above you.  “Move, please.  Just use me, honey.  I can take it.”

“No,” Bucky grunted, “I don’t want to use you.  You deserve better.”

“I know, hun, I know, but that’s not what you need right now.  I need you to take me, please,” you ran your fingers through his hair then gripped it harshly, pulling his head up to look at you.  He whimpered at your rough treatment, his eyes widening.  “Fuck me, Bucky.  Fuck me hard.”

His eyes seemed to glaze over as they narrowed at your words.  His brow furrowed with determination as he moved himself to a different position, holding up your hips and lifting your legs over his hips.  “Yes, doll,” he answered through gritted teeth.  He then thrust into you violently, causing you to scream.  He set a punishing pace, savagely driving himself into you as he chased his high.  All you could do was hold on, your fingers grasping the sheets or his arms.  You could feel the building orgasm in the pit of your pelvis as he hit your g-spot over and over.  As your pussy fluttered around him he suddenly twisted you around, still inside you as he flipped you to your front and rutted into you from behind.  The sound of skin slapping skin and gasping breaths filled the cabin as you moaned, trying to keep your hips up as he drilled you into the mattress.

“Bucky, oh baby, yes!” you cried, tears starting to form in your eyes.  The new position made him reach even further inside you, making you see stars with each thrust.  Your peak kept getting higher and higher until you finally fell, screaming his name as you came around him.  Bucky shuddered as you came, your pussy convulsing around his cock, making him cum with a shout.  He kept thrusting into you as he pumped you full of his cum, mumbling your name repeatedly.  The flower dust had made him so incredibly horny that he kept cumming more than he normally would, making a mess as it overflowed from your pussy to the mattress below.

You both stilled as you calmed down from your highs, more dribbling out of you as you tried to regain your breathing.  Bucky slowly pulled out, a squelching noise coming from your pussy as you both groaned, more cum dripping from your aching hole.  You fell onto the mattress, your legs periodically shaking and arms splayed above your head.  Bucky laid on the mattress next to you, breathing heavily.  

After a few moments you shifted to your side facing Bucky.  His eyes were closed, his mouth open as he breathed, his hair matted to his forehead from all the sweating.  You reached out and moved some of his wet hair from his eyes.  His eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your fingers.  He looked at you with shining eyes, looking thoroughly fucked.  You giggled at him, and he gave you a lopsided smile back.

“You feel better?” you asked slyly.

“Yes,” he chuckled.  “Thank you, doll.  I’m sorry I put you in this position,” he started, moving to his side to face you as well.

“Buck, it’s okay–”

“Will you go out with me?” he asked hurriedly.  You blinked as your mind caught up to what he said.  He watched you carefully as you processed what was happening.

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, closing the distance between you and kissing his cheek.  It was very innocent considering you were both still naked.  He smiled and took your free hand in his, giving your fingers a squeeze then bringing them to his lips and gave them a kiss.  

“I know it’s too early, but um, I love you,” he confessed.  “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

Your smile widened, your hand squeezing his hand back.  “I love you, too, Buck.  Probably too much.”

Bucky recoiled, “What do you mean too much?  How could you love this,” he gestured to his body, “too much?”

You doubled over in laughter, slapping his chest as you straightened out after a minute.  “You’ve been hanging out with Sam too much,” you laughed, wiping your eyes.

He laughed along with you, grimacing at the sound of Sam’s name.  “Please don’t say Sam’s name while you’re naked in bed with me.  It just doesn’t feel right.”

You laughed again, this time trying to stifle it behind your hand.  “Okay, I’m sorry…Barnes,” you teased him.  His eyes narrowed at you.  “Or should I call you James?”  he minutely shook his head.  “Okay, how about…Sergeant?”  His eyes widened.  “Oooh, did I find a kink?” you giggled.  “How about, sir?”

Bucky pounced on you, encircling you in his arms and tickling your sides.  You squirmed against him as you screamed his name.

“That’s right, doll, that’s what I want to hear.  You screaming my name,” he growled in your ear as he let up on the tickling.  “Just Bucky is fine.”

“Haha, okay, okay…Bucky,” you said his name sensually.

Bucky moaned, rolling his eyes.  “Don’t start, or else we’re never leaving this cabin.”

“Who said I was ready to leave?” you teased him again, your fingers scratching down his chest.  His hips jutted forward as you flicked his nipples lightly.

“Okay, you asked for it,” he warned.  

[bunnyyyuu]

hellooooo vampireyuuta :3 can we pls talk about……. ehem…………….. vampire yuuta perhaps…… he’d be so sweet me thinks

includes: f! reader, aged up! vampire yuuta, blood, dubcon-ish

i fear my vampire knowledge is shit and this is not accurate to vampire lore. blame my babysitters a vampire (ghe only vampire media ive consumed). sorry chat

he is such a sweetie pie. he's real gentle with you (and literally only you). unfortunately for him, urges are strong and he is so hungry. but, he is stronger than that! he can find other people to feed on and turn, plus he can just avoid kissing your body.

but that sucks! he wants you.

your blood smells so good (yes he can smell it, yes it's kind of embarrassing when he mentions it), and your neck just looks so empty and bare — you deserve those two little marks on it! he knows that your blood would taste so good, nothing like the supply he has. he knows he'd just get addicted to the sweet taste if you let him.

he gets antsy after a while of being together, and he just can't help himself anymore. though, he's not gonna do anything against your will.

he starts shoving his face in the crook of your neck in literally every hug you share (and you guys hug a lot). you can feel him practically panting against your skin as he nuzzles his nose against you. he judt grumbles and whines when you tell him "that tickles!"

god forbid you accidentally slice your finger while you two are making dinner together. he immediately whips his head around to where you're cutting up some veggies. his first instinct is to be concered, but his second is to ogle that crimson fluid bubbling from the slit you'd opened on the tip of your finger. he watches you shove your finger into your mouth to ease to sting, face scrunched in pain.

he just stares for a second, statue still. his eyes are so dilated as the smell and sight if your blood floods his mind — there's barely even a sliver of those deep indigo irises as his hollow pupils blow up. the already scent overbearing scent that is usually all yuuta can smell has increaed by tenfold: it's suffocating.

"yuuta —" you hiss, words muffled by your digit still between your lips, "bandaid!"

he blinks at you once. twice. "oh," he nods, his pupils returning to normal, "yes, yes. sorry, honey..."

he can't help but sneak glances at your bandaged finger during dinner as the pad of the bandaid gets stained with your blood. he knows he's being weird — but, you don't care, right? you've told him everything he does — weird or not — is okay as long as he doesn't feed on you! which he'd never do (at least, not if you don't want him to).

yuuta's extra strange after that. he wishes he wasn't, but, in the back of his mind, he's hoping that maybe you'll slip up like that again and create another shallow gash in your flesh. and, that time, he'll be there to lap up your cherry gore instead. though, he'd never say that. he doesn't want you to intentionally hurt yourself, but, hey, accidents happen! but, that's not the only thing wracking his brain for weeks after the vegetable-cutting-incident.

it's, unfortunately, during sex that he finally has the guts to air out all the things swarming his mind.

his fat tip is pushing past your entrance barely two minutes after he had you seeing stars with his fingers. his chest is flush against yours — missionary — and his face is, once again, buried in the crook of your neck.

"ohhhh, baby," he groans when your cunt excitedly clenches around his cockhead, his mouth falling open. you shiver a little at both sensations: the unfamiliarity of his lips on your neck (kissing your neck is something he avoids like the plauge) and the not-so-unfamiliar stretch of your hole.

you gasp when he doesn't push himself in any further and instead, for whatever reason, plants a wet kiss on the collum of your throat.

"i need to talk to you," he murmurs.

your eyes, previously gently shut, open and grow wide. "w-what? now?" your voice sounds so weak, shaky — his cock throbs at just the sweet sound of it. he could just eat you up.

"yes, now. please," he murmurs with another peck on your skin.

your head is spinning. his lips, always so soft and still leaving gentle smooches on your neck, almost tickle. and, the pulsing of his leaky, pink tip inside you. he's so desperate to go deeper — knowing that, if he was fucking you stupid, it would be much easier to have this conversation — but he doesn't, despite the overwhelming need.

"okay," you mumble with a tiny nod.

he doesn't talk for a moment, leaving you impatient. he's just kissing your neck. not sucking hickeys or nipping at it, just planting little pecks. something's off, clearly. the second you decide to speak, though, you're cut off.

"yuuta, what is —"

"i want you," he pulls back just enough to rest his face above yours, sweaty foreheads touching, tips of noses grazing, "i want you," he repeats when you don't answer.

"w-want me, how?" you meekly ask after a beat of dry-mouthed silence.

"i —" he takes a shaky breath, hot air fanning your face, "want you. i-i don't know. 'wanna feed or turn you, bite you — i-i don't care. just... need your blood, angel."

again, you're left stunned. you almost ask him to repeat himself, unsure if maybe your horny mind is playing tricks on you. but, you heard him. you know what he asked. and, maybe it's the way butterflies flapped their wings in your tummy at his words or maybe it's how insatiably you need him right now and, god, if agreeing will get him to properly fuck you, you'll do it.

you can almost feel how his nerves spike at your silence. though, those nerves seem to be eased by the way he pushes his cock further into your needy pussy — about halfway in. he doesn't even notice when you promptly smack! his back that you'd been digging your nails into a few seconds ago.

"y-yuuta!" you whine, "'m trying to t-talk!"

if he were a worse man, he'd probably keep going. but, he's not, so he stills himself upon your request. he mutters a basically inaudible apology.

there's another beat of silence. you gently rub over the red handprint you'd left on his back (though it didn't hurt him one bit).

"did i scare you?" he whispers when his anxiety grows almost all consuming.

"no — no, yuu, you've never scared me," you instantly reassure him with a small peck on his frowning lips, "i just..."

it's definitely the brain fog from how he's stretching your cunny (even though it's still not enough) and your last orgasm still thrumming through you. but, something in your head is telling you yes yes yes!

maybe it's — no, not maybe. this is a bad idea. do you want to live forever? not really. do you want to durvive off human blood? definitely not. do you —

your mind is a mess, but, "okay," is all you have to say.

it hurts — his teeth digging into your flesh — it hurts like hell. it's an abundance of pain that courses all throughout your body. the only thing stopping you from screaming and crying as his fangs pierce your neck is how yuuta's cock is pushing in to the hilt.

your crimson blood pools from those two little punctures for a mere second before he speedily licks it up with his tongue. he moans louder than you think you've ever heard at the taste, his hips sloppily stuttering up into you. he can hear your panting and feel the tears falling down your cheeks and into his hair as he suck, suck, sucks your blood.

the smell and the taste of you, unfiltered, unrestrained, is all too much for him.

"i'm sorry," he mumbles, "i love you, i'm sorry, thank you — i love you so much," he's chanting incoherently against your new wound whilst slamming into you over and over again.

is he really sorry? no. he's not.

this is what he's wanted since he first met you — to live with you forever. he wants to love you like this always, blood and all.

[crimsoncandy04]

OH MY GOD YOU WRITE SO FUCKING GREAT!!!! Can I ask for a mouse/hamster hybrid reader and Kitty/Scaramouche. He's trying to catch us and eat us 😏 👅

Can I stick to canon a little? I might not be very imaginative so I usually work with lore and stuff to make my ideas flow a little easier for me.

And I think I know how to do this.

It was no secret that the harbinger known as The Doctor often tampered with human DNA in order to succeed in certain projects regarding his segments. However as one of his subordinates, you became increasingly concerned when he started involving animal DNA too.

And terrified when he picked YOU out of everyone else to undergo a sort of surgical transformation to see if weaker humans could be physically "improved" with animal genetics.

You went to sleep on the operating table, a woman.

You woke up in a similar body, however your eyes widened in shock as you noticed the rounded ears and long tail you had. You were in a small box sized room full of reflective walls. And in them you could see that you were now in fact a mouse and human hybrid.

You tried to yell but only squeaked.

However the experiment was far from over.

One of the tall reflective walls suddenly retracted into the ground. Revealing a long dark corridor made entirely of stone. The narrow walls Rose high into the shadows and as you stepped out the the tiny place you had woke up in, the opening slammed shut behind you too. Leaving you in the darkness of the weird maze/labyrinth all alone.

Or so you thought.

Suddenly a sharp tone cut through the cool air.

"Oh so you DID survive. Congratulations I suppose. But don't think this makes you any more of a useless pawn dear."

A figure leapt down from the top of one of the higher walls behind you.

His indigo eyes glowed. Marked by beautiful long lashes and striking red eyeliner. He looked so...catty and you'd definitely be right about that.

The young man's big fluffy tail suddenly began to swish behind him as he stalked closer to you slowly.

"now don't move, mouse. This is only going to be uncomfortable if you make it that way." His big fluffy ears twitched a little with excitement as he suddenly tried to reach out and grab you.

However you were faster than you remembered now.

And you ran.

Sprinting through the dim maze of nothing but more long stretches of hallways and sharp turns, you could hear the man in pursuit of you.

Every time you thought you put some distance between you both, you'd see a flash or indigo hair out of the corner of your eye and force yourself to keep going as he seemed to be able to scale walls and leap from high places just like a cat effortlessly could.

Finally you felt fear overwhelm you. And you panicked.

And you tripped.

Hands descended upon your shivering body before you could even muster up a scream. Lips silencing you as the man gently rolled you over onto your back and pinned you beneath him.

"you're fast my little mouse. But not faster than me~" he mumbled in a strangely seductive tone as he moved his lips down your body and stopped just above your pubic mound.

"please don't hurt me!" You wail. Your body shaking as you watched a devious grin appear on his rather lovely face.

"keep begging, mouse. You look even more delectable when you do~" you noticed something strange about his hands then as he ripped your panties off. His fingers resembled those of a doll. He wasn't human or cat...

Was this the sixth harbinger that was rumored to occasionally help out The Doctor?

You didn't have time to ponder this as you feel him dig his nails into your knees and force your legs apart as he leaned in closer to your sex and gave your clit a small kiss before roughly shoving his long tongue deep into your aching cunt.

"ah~ please stop! Please this feels so...good~" your body continued to shiver but not out of fear as you felt him moan and purr against your pussy. You felt a tiny squeak leave your lips then. Making his eyes take on a predatory gleam as he pulled you against his face even more and began to alternate between lapping at your heat and teasing your clit with his sharp teeth and cool tongue.

He kept you on edge for the longest time. Seemingly enjoying your taste as you felt his purring get louder while you rocked your hips a little and felt your lower body tighten.

"don't fight it. Just let go little mouse ~" he hummed. You felt so good at that moment that all sense of shame seemed to have been lost as your body erupted and you squirt into the eager mouth of the man before you. He greedily slurps up every last drop and hungrily swallows your lewd juices as you lay panting and completely drained before him.

You struggle to sit up as you feel him pull away finally. Only to see him give you another sadistic and horny grin as he looks you directly in the eyes and starts counting.

You immediately feel nervous again.

Quickly getting to your feet and running away as he neared the final number.

You didn't know how long he planned to draw this out or why he was so hungry for you like this, but one thing was for certain. He would continue to hunt you.

And you would be devoured.

[rationaliity]

there's a lot of words in here about that one fanart that i saw of ratio having an emo phase, you're so welcome guys for those who say my favorite is welt yang & not ratio,,,, how does it feel being wrong ( i still love welt yang SO much it makes me look stupid )

you swore you remember who veritas ratio was ! that was the guy who went to school at veritas prime on recommendation and absolutely blew through every single class that he attended. shoot, you were sure he taught a few classes himself despite being a student there. he was that unkempt guy, with the messy, slightly wavy dyed indigo hair that he clearly never brushed, the hair dye always overgrown and showing his brown roots, and the tongue piercing. he was tired looking, always having bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, with so much eyeshadow lazily slapped on for the added effect that he undoubtedly slept in for three nights in a row before he finally took a shower. and he always smelled so strongly of weed that it would make someone's eyes water a little bit just by standing around him for a minute or two.

you were sure that he slept through every single class, if he even bothered to show up, anyway. unless it was a test day, or he just wanted to show up and fuck around with the less gifted, you doubted he ever showed up. probably too busy trying to prove to his parents that he was more than his brains, of course. didn't he have a garage band with a few of his friends that went to a different school than him ? what was it called again ? ' irrational piety ' ? was that a joke on his name and pi ? and... god ? edgy, egotistical, and nerdy, exactly who he was as a person summed up short and sweet.

he was that guy who had approached you so many times in veritas prime, asking you about yourself, trying to show off. he was clumsy with it, his manner and the way he spoke made it clear that his family was filled with important people. scholars, doctors, teachers of any type. there was no doubt that genius was simply a way of living at his house, and he was determined at this time to be different.

you had to admit, it was charming in its own way. veritas wasn't your typical crowd that you would hang around with, but he was somehow still sort of down to earth in his own way, although it was silly. you thought it was cute how he bumbled over his words trying to be cool in front of you. you tried to pretend to be aloof and indifferent to his advances, but you leaned into them at the same time, too. you knew that he would listen if you told him to wash the makeup off his face. you told him it was because he didn't need it, but in reality, you were just worried about his skin back then. you weren't downright rude to him, and you found yourself laughing with him more often than you found yourself laughing at him.

you remembered when you spent that night with him in his dorm, and how weird it felt in your stomach for months when he graduated two years earlier than he was supposed to, and left you behind. you knew that he had to go do something important, you knew that was just who he was. no matter who he was going to be externally, you never had any doubt that he was going to be someone so incredibly important to the world around you, possibly to the entire cosmos. you thought that his passion for learning was going to outweigh anything else, and maybe you were right. you had lost contact with him for years, you honestly had no idea where he was now.

so who was this in front of you claiming to be doctor veritas ratio of the intelligentsia guild, and why did he have the same face as that man you knew in school ? there was a pause, a moment of recollection between the two of you, and you opened your mouth to say something, anything, but the words didn't come out. he looked so similar, but so different at the same time. it seemed that despite everything, he decided to keep up with the indigo hair, although he was doing a great job at keeping up with his root touchups. he probably got it done every two weeks religiously now.

" dr. ratio ? " you repeated his official title weakly, finally. you weren't surprised that he was who he was, no, that wasn't it. maybe it was just the nostalgia, coming face to face with the man who had so quickly and unwittingly became your first love, even if you never openly said it out loud to him. " you, err, decided to drop the eyeshadow, i guess ? "

in a moment, veritas' face paled, and he found himself at a loss for words. " ..yes, i did. that was a long time ago, i'm not the same person i used to be. "

" i think you're exactly the same, " you cut him off, shaking your head with a little smile on your face. " i mean, you don't have the dark eyeshadow anymore, and you smell like you shower now. you probably have those fancy baths with the bath bombs and flowers and milk to make your skin soft, am i right ? but you're still you, you know what i'm saying ? pre or post garage band. "

veritas seemed to calm down with your words, although it was clear that he wasn't happy that you still recalled that garage band that he so desperately wanted to erase from everyone's memories. and yet, he found himself chuckling softly, shaking his head. " out of all of the things i've created, i've yet to create something that entirely erases specific memories from people. how i wish i could make you forget all that you saw back then. "

" well, i remember. and i don't ever intend to forget, " you joked softly, tentatively stepping over the big question. did that night mean anything ? did any of it mean anything, actually ? sure, you can say that he's the same man, but is he really ? the man back then would've stumbled over his own feet to get you to look at him, and you found it so cute that you couldn't help but give in and fall in love with him. you'd always regretted not telling him, but here you were, with what could perhaps be a second chance just waiting on the horizon for you. if you played your cards right, if veritas wanted you to play your hand. " what happened ? "

" i grew up, " he responded, as if he had anticipated this question, something that you knew he likely had. " i couldn't just stay that way forever. people.. didn't respect me enough to hear what i was saying. "

" do you miss it ? "

" no, not really. "

you held your cards closer to your chest. that was a pretty clear answer to any of your questions so far, which might hurt if you gave yourself time to think about it, but you wouldn't. instead, you just gave him a silly little grin. " pity, i thought you were rather cute with your fake tattoos. do you still have the tongue piercing ? "

veritas paused for a moment, before opening his mouth, showing off the little ball on his tongue. " i thought about letting it close up, but decided against it. " you remembered so clearly how that piercing felt against your- now was not the moment to think about things like that.

" why do you still dye your hair ? " you asked, trying to think of something else other than his piercing at the moment. " not that i don't like the indigo. i think it suits you. "

" i believe it's just become a necessary part of my appearance. i don't think i look right with just brown hair, but that's subjective. now i have the proper schedule to keep up with care, so i make sure its always taken care of. " veritas doesn't sound awkward any more answering any of your questions. on the contrary, it looks like he's enjoying it, just a little bit. although you knew better than to mention that out loud. no matter what his appearance was, you knew the core of his personality was still the exact same. some things never change.

you felt so stuck in the past, unable to distinct this veritas from the man bumbling over his own feet so long ago. but you had to admit, veritas still made your heart beat so wildly out of your chest. you weren't sure if it was the memories, or just who he was as a person. " well, that's a lot of questions just to say that i think you look great, no matter what you wear or how you present yourself. appearances don't really matter at the end of the day. not to those who really care. "

" thank you, " veritas couldn't stop a small smile from forming on his face, and for a second you saw him again, the golden retriever of a person, hidden beneath layers. " ...would you like to catch up over coffee later ? "

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing a little bit, raising an eyebrow. " veritas, i thought you didn't like coffee ? "

" oh... well, my tastes have changed, too. " what a liar. maybe he really hasn't changed all that much at the end of the day.

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

[telekinetic-electronica]

Indigo Park: Oswald and Mickey, Rambley and Lloyd

I've not that long ago gotten into Indigo Park and I think it has a lot of potential to be something good. This just hit me, and I read somewhere along the lines but. Here's my theory or speculation, if you will.

Lloyd was the first ever mascot character for the Indigo brand, and was the original face for the Indigo brand. For the first chapter, let's look back at the old timey advert for Indigo Park.

Isn't it weird that Rambley, the face of Indigo Park, isn't up at the entrance of the gate? Especially on opening day, but Lloyd is?

Not to mention, the ONLY character to have a vintage style plushie is of Lloyd not the rest of the gang. It's more custom for the character who started everything to get merch of him in the good ol' days.

Let's look at their color schemes.

Oswald, in modern depictions wears blue shorts.

And Mickey has red shorts.

Lloyd's main color scheme is blue.

While Rambley's main color is indeed, indigo, but guess what he is wearing? A red bandana.

Geese has stated he is a fan of Disney theme parks and their history. I wouldn't be surprised if he put Oswald and Mickey's dynamic into his game. Oswald, at first when he's coming around to Mickey, as bitter, resentful, angry, and jealous that he was replace and that Mickey has the spotlight. Rambley really acts like Oswald when Lloyd is even mentioned, but Lloyd doesn't seem to notice Rambley's distaste for him.

Look at how he reacts to the Retro Lloyd plush.

I think it's obvious Rambley is jealous of Lloyd. It's been mentioned that Lloyd is more popular than Rambley. I think if we add onto the fact that Lloyd is the most popular, with him being the first rubs salt into the wound for Rambley. Because now HE'S the face of the Indigo brand. Why do they still treat Lloyd like he's the face of everything, when he's here? Dude is so jealous of him downright insults him.

Kind of like a role reversal, in a way. Lloyd still gets special treatment, when Rambley is the literal face of the brand. On top of Lloyd being egocentric. Yeesh, that has to hurt. In the song, Rambley says HE'S the most devoted devotee of the park, but gets none special treatment besides... one of his plushies being painted gold.

Not to mention, Geese said in his VOD reacting to YouTubers play Indigo Park, Lloyd is going to be important to the plot and we're gonna see more of him. Do of that what you will.

But I guess we'll have to see. Chapter 2 is coming out 2025.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Dj! I‘m so glad I just found our your doing cuddle requests! As I‘m in a terrible Crosshair phase atm, may I request 2 or 14 with him? The boy needs lots of hugs.

Thank you!

I'm Right Here.

A/N: My beloved @somewhere-on-kamino! 🖤❤️ Please accept deepest thanks for your patience while you waited for me to fill this request! This fic stands alone, but it is the same Reader from “I Know,” so there’s a brief reference to a prior breakup. Reader also still experiences the fallout of unspecified trauma, as they did in “I Know.”

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader (GN; has hair)

Rating: T (but as always, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings and tags: angst; Reader has a brief dissociative episode and the beginnings of a panic attack; hurt comfort; cuddles; implied/fade to black sensuality

Summary: Crosshair has returned to the Batch, and it’s kriffing weird. The prompts are getting the greatest feeling of safety from cuddling/cuddles after being touch-starved.

Suggested Listening:

This fic smells like: Indigo by Nest (citrus, tea, fresh figs)

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This is weird. 

You glanced across the cockpit of the Marauder toward Crosshair, who stared out the viewport, carefully avoiding eye contact. 

This is kriffing weird.

In all the time that had passed since the last time you’d seen him, all the times you’d dreamed and fantasized about reuniting, it was never like this. When Hunter set up a rendezvous to collect Omega on a desolate moon, the last thing you expected was to see Crosshair walk down the ramp behind her. The shock of it had punched the air from your lungs and left you reeling. 

And he’d seen it. Of course he’d seen it. He saw everything. The way your joy at being reunited with Omega had morphed into confusion, surprise, and inevitably, anger. It was gone in a flash, but the damage was done.

And now you sat on opposite sides of the Marauder, deliberately not looking at each other.

Omega was confused. She didn’t know. You’d never told her the truth about your history with her brother, and neither, apparently, had he. For some reason, that stung. You knew it made you a hypocrite, but at that particular moment, you didn’t care. 

There had been a brief instant, all those months ago, when you thought you were finally going to get him back. Discovering that he’d turned on the Empire had sent a fierce, hot stab of hope through your chest. And then… Eriadu. Ord Mantell. Hemlock.

Tech.

There had been no hope after that. Just months of endless, fruitless searching: crisscrossing the galaxy more times than you cared to think about, watching the faces you held dearest grow haggard and worn with grief and desperation, ignoring the way your reflection revealed the same about your own. 

And then, a miracle. You almost hadn’t believed Hunter when he told you Omega had commed him. But it had been true, and as she crashed into your arms, you’d felt nothing but unadulterated, transcendent joy. 

All of which collapsed like a puppet with cut strings the second he stepped off that ship.

So yeah, it was kriffing weird.

The jump to Pabu took a lifetime. Omega and Wrecker’s conversation filled the awkward silence, granting you a respite, at least for now. You glanced toward the cockpit, where Hunter piloted the ship silently. He, too, was wary of Crosshair, but the relief and elation of having Omega back was evident on his face, and it eased the ache in your heart to have your little family back together—at least, as much as possible. 

After several hours in hyperspace, Omega and Wrecker fell asleep, and the ship descended into silence. You took over for Hunter in the cockpit so he could get some rest, and for a time, piloting the ship pulled your thoughts away from the confrontation that you knew was inevitable. You just hoped it would wait until everyone else was off the ship.

A shadow moved at the edge of your vision, and you turned to see Crosshair settling into the copilot’s seat. He said nothing for a long while, and you refused to be the first to speak. The tension stretched like a thread of spider silk between the pair of you, binding you together: always on the verge of snapping, but never releasing either of you from its tangled bonds.

It had always been like this. Even when you were running for your life on the opposite end of the galaxy, you could feel the connection. Tenuous, frayed, but unbroken. And now he was here, sitting less than a meter from you, and it was unbearable.

Kriffing weird.

His voice, low and bitter, splintered the brittle stillness of the cockpit. “Gonna give me the silent treatment for the rest of your life?”

“Thinking about it,” you replied.

“It wasn’t like this last time.” 

He spoke quietly, barely loud enough for you to hear him over the hum of the hyperdrive. Wrecker and Omega slept on, but you had no doubt Hunter could hear, and you mentally cursed Crosshair for doing this in front of him.

“That was different.”

“Why?” he asked. “Because last time, you were the one who left?”

Stung, you gritted your teeth and punched in a minor adjustment to your route. “Because I never tried to kill you.”

“If I’d wanted that blaster bolt to hit you, it would have.”

“Cocky,” you muttered.

“Realistic,” he corrected.

You refused to answer, instead gazing out the viewport at the endless swirl of hyperspace. He was right, gods damn him, and you both knew it. But that still didn’t change the incontrovertible truth that he’d chosen the Empire over his own family. 

Over you. 

You’d made excuses for him, defended him to his brothers, pointed out that even Wrecker—even Rex—hadn’t been immune to the effects of the inhibitor chip. And then, when he had the chance to choose of his own free will, he picked them. How could he ever expect things to go back to the way they had been between you?

The cockpit descended once again into silence. Within minutes, Hunter’s deep, regular breaths that revealed he, too, had fallen asleep, leaving you and Crosshair alone in a fragile soap bubble of privacy. He waited for a response that never came. With a scoff, he turned away from you to watch the viewport, absently picking up his mug. His hand trembled, sloshing the hot tea on his skin, and he cursed under his breath. 

That was new. What the hell happened to him?

Before you could voice the question, he stood abruptly and stalked out of the cockpit, leaving you alone in the dim, flickering light.

It was midday on Pabu when the Marauder touched down, and a small crowd had gathered on the landing pad to welcome Omega home. You watched from the ship as Shep and Lyana, Phee, and several other islanders swarmed around the batch. Even from the distance, you could see the discomfort on Crosshair’s face, and you let out a grim, inaudible laugh. It wasn’t justice, but it was a start.

You remained on the ship to complete the post-flight protocols, and before long, the raucous sounds of the crowd faded away as the celebration migrated elsewhere—presumably to Shep’s home for one of his legendary feasts. You’d join them soon. For now, you just… couldn’t. Not yet. You finished your tasks and dropped into the pilot’s seat. With a heavy sigh, you leaned forward to rest your forehead in your palms, bracing your elbows on your knees and tunneling your fingers through your hair.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that. It could have been minutes or an hour. A soft footstep on the ramp brought you back into your body, and without looking to see who it was, you spoke.

“Not now, Crosshair.”

“Not Crosshair,” Hunter replied.

Surprised, you sat up. “I figured you wouldn’t let Omega out of your sight for the next… I don’t know… fifty years or so.”

“I can see her from here.”

You laughed. “Of course, you can.”

“She’s asking for you,” he said quietly. “You all right to come out?”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, not bothering to suppress your surge of irritation as he treated you like some breakable thing.

For everything that Crosshair had done, at least he’d never looked at you with that expression of concern, like he was afraid you were going to disintegrate in front of him. He knew you were more resilient than that, even when you didn’t believe it yourself.

Hunter’s jaw firmed. “You know you don’t have to—” He broke off with a sigh. “Fine. Yeah.”

Dank farrik, you wanted to needle him. You wanted to start a fight, to give yourself an excuse to vent the grief and the rage, the exhaustion and the frustration, the fear that had become your ever-present shadow over the past months. You wanted to see those eyes fill with anger instead of worry when he looked at you. But he didn’t deserve it. And he wasn’t the one your rage was truly directed at, anyway.

With a final, deep exhale, you stood and followed him down the ramp. The walk to Shep’s home was uncomfortably silent, but by the time you arrived, you’d wrestled your emotions sufficiently under control that you were able to muster an overly bright smile and shift into charming social butterfly mode. 

Crosshair hovered on the perimeter of the group, alternately keeping watch over Omega and glancing at you from the corner of his eye. Aware of his scrutiny, you allowed a few locals to get flirtier than you normally would as you mentally flipped him the bird.

The party went on for hours, stretching late into the night, until eventually, the crowd began to dwindle. Wrecker appeared to be exceptionally cozy with one of the locals who’d been his dance partner all night, while Hunter and Shep settled into a corner for a quiet chat. Omega and Lyana had long since passed out on their laps. 

You were kriffing exhausted.

Hunter’s eyes followed you as you slipped away. You could feel them on your back, and they only spurred you to walk faster as you made your way back to the Marauder. The night breeze off the ocean was cold, and you’d been too distracted and upset when you left the ship to remember to put on a jacket. Hugging your arms around yourself, you hurried through the dim streets of Pabu up the hill to the landing pad. Once you were safely inside the ship and the hatch sealed behind you, you slumped against it, then slid gradually down to the floor.

The Marauder was dark and blessedly silent, and you stared vacantly into the shadows, waiting for the chaos in your mind to settle. Inhale, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. Exhale, two—

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

A murky shape loomed in front of you, and you flinched away with a hoarse curse, curling in on yourself protectively as your heart thundered and your lungs seized in terror.

“It’s me,” Crosshair said, resting his hand on your wrist. “It’s just me.”

“Cross.” His name tore out of you with a sob, and you buried your face against his shoulder, clinging to him while the galaxy tore itself to pieces around you.

His arms wrapped protectively around your body as he cradled the back of your head in his hand. You could feel him shaking, but then again, you were shaking, too—trembling so hard it felt like your skin couldn’t contain you. 

Breathe, breathe, just breathe, it’s all right, you’re not back there again, it’s not real.

“I have you,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”

“I know,” you choked out. “I have you, too.”

His arms tightened around you, and very slowly, you began to relax as your panic ebbed, and a feeling of safety you hadn’t experienced since the end of the war settled over you. How long had it been since you’d allowed anyone to hold you like this? Since he’d allowed anyone to hold him? How long had you ached to feel him again, to have him in your arms, to breathe his familiar scent and listen to the beat of his heart? 

Too long. Far too long. 

You wanted to crawl into him, to press yourself against his body until not a molecule of air separated you from him. It was impossible to be close enough. 

“You’re freezing,” he murmured.

“I’m all right,” you lied through chattering teeth.

He exhaled a silent laugh. “Of course you are.”

He didn’t bother to argue, just gathered you up, stood, and guided you to the nearest bunk. He stole the blankets off the rest of the bunks and climbed in after you. The space was narrow, but it wasn’t the first time you’d shared it, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world for him to lie on top of you and wrap his arms securely around your body. 

Tucking your cold nose into the crook of his neck, you whispered, “You know I’m still gonna yell at you, right?”

“Obviously,” he replied, his lips brushing softly on your earlobe. “Tomorrow.”

The warmth of his breath, the touch of his lips—stars, it’s been so long. You found yourself softening beneath him, not intentionally, but without hesitation. His mouth moved lower to taste your skin as his hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt and grazed up your side. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Tomorrow.”

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Azul 27

Summary: Azul finally decided to let you see his sea form. You've been wanting to touch him in this form like this for a while.

(This turned out longer than I thought. Was going to keep this short but oh well, I like spoiling him occasionally.)

"What if, one day in the very very far off future, I decided to show you my other form? Of course, it's not as if I'm ever going to show you… but, if I do, what will you do?"

Usually questions like that are accompanied by that usual, irritating smug look on Azul's face, like he had the clairvoyance needed to see all the little things that go on in your head, but it wasn't there that day. Well, it was there, it was just a different variety of smug. A fake smug. Like his attempt to toy with you ended up exposing a part of himself, to himself, that even he wasn't aware of.

Azul is horribly easy to read once one gets to truly know him.

So, on that day, you responded with, "Hmm, probably cherish every part of you."

He choked and you laughed as you set his hat straight, and then Azul never brought up that question, or that day up again.

Until now, that is.

You have seen Azul in his sea form, but it was under circumstances too dangerous for you get a good look at. Or properly enjoy. That and when someone is under overblot, all their colors just get more ashy, like they were dunked in a pool of ink and not properly washed out.

Azul is still gray, but there's this purple, almost indigo undertone to it that gives him more life compared to back then. His tentacles writhed uncomfortably on the floor, and Azul looked ready to curl up somewhere and hide from the world.

"Well?" Azul pouted, "Are you going to just stand there with the door wide open?"

It's weird to think that all people under the sea are usually naked, and that they're comfortable with it. You can't help but wonder how long it took to adjust to full clothing. It couldn't have been a comfortable adjustment. And yet here Azul is, trying to cover himself like a human would, in a form that works best naked.

You closed the door and brushed your fingers against the tentacle that was ready to lock the room for you.

"Wait--" Azul shivered, hand slapping over his face to hide the blood rushing to his cheeks. "Don't just touch me out of nowhere!"

You put your hands up, smiling. "Sorry, sorry."

It felt… just about what you expected to be honest. Fleshy, but there's a firmness to it that felt nice.

Azul retreated his tentacles back to himself, but he didn't turn away from you. His arms were stiff at his sides as his eyes look at anywhere but you.

So, as per usual, you took the first step. "Mind if I touch your face?"

Best to start off with something easy, something familiar.

"…You… you may."

Besides, you can never waste an opportunity to make his face go soft like this.

Azul's head practically brushed against the ceiling. He had to both sit and bend down just to have your hands reach his face.

"It really is weird how magic can hide so much of your mass," you said after a quick peck on his lips.

Azul didn't give a verbal reply. He just made a noise under his throat.

You gave another kiss, on his left cheek. "Mind if I can feel your extra limbs?"

Azul made the same noise, louder, behind a clenched jaw.

"Is that a no?" You soothed a palm over the back of his neck, playing with the little hairs on them. You're fine with just seeing. At least now you know how his colors actually looked.

"You… may." He sighed into your neck, clutching at your shirt. His tentacles rose from the ground and lazily brushed against your legs.

You caressed a thumb over the glittery freckles of his hips. "You can stop me at any time, alright?"

Azul hummed.

You tapped against one of his lilac suction cups, liking their almost swollen appearance. Almost reminded you of bubbles. Your every touch made Azul twitch, but he didn't say or do anything about it as you continued to touch.

Azul's breath transformed into a shivering sigh when you trailed from the thin end of his tentacle, to the plump base, and to the gills flaring below his torso.

"Was that too much?" You asked, amused as you continued to touch his waist.

Azul slid his palms over your waist, turned his head, and kissed your neck.

"No," you lightly chuckled, carding through Azul's hair, "I guess not."

You guided his head and laid your lips on his.

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Y/N’s swollen lips were a reminder of the man who had just dropped her off, her body feeling weightless as she did her skincare with a fluttering still calming in her stomach. 

Her date with Harry made her feel completely and utterly… high. Cloud nine, soft cushions catching her as she fell. The trail that his finger had followed the side of her cheek as his gentle kisses had spun her head around left a skin deep buzzing she could still feel an hour later. The most incredible date ended with another kiss against her door, the feeling of him against her thigh and the whine she had emitted when he tore his mouth away to try and keep control of himself. A whispered promise of texting her as soon as he got home had been his goodbye, paired with a chaste kiss to her nose before he jogged down the stairs and watched as she made her way inside. He didn't pull away until she had looked out the window and waved to him. 

For a man who had been so shy previously, his kisses had knocked her on her ass. 

She had felt him staring, his eyes burning into her face half the time. While she hadn’t felt particularly upset that he wasn't paying attention because he was too busy looking at her, it was a little funny and a smidge intimidating. He was studying her expressions thoroughly, eyes catching her tiny micro movements. She’d never been studied like this.

“See something you like?” Y/N laughed, slowly turning her head to met his eyes. There had been a miscalculation in just how far her face had been to his, her breath catching in her throat as she realized just how close they were when her nose accidentally nudged his- but he didn’t make a move to make any distance between them. 

“I do.” He said softly, lifting the fingers from her arm to brush the hair that hung in her face. “I can’t get over that you… that you said yes and that you’re letting me close to you. I’ve been a little enamored with you for a while so please forgive me for staring.”

And god, if that didn’t melt Y/N completely. 

“It’s okay.” She whispered back. “I don’t mind. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. I…” She paused for a moment, leaning into his hand. “Same, kind of. I felt weird for having a crush on you despite it all but it was just something telling me to give you a chance. I’m really happy that you like me back.”

She watched his eyes search her own, fingers curling around her jaw and visibly swallowing as he opened his lips. “Can I- Would you like me to kiss you?” He questioned, feeling it in the air. Being this close, the feelings between them both made the air a bit thicker despite the chill in the air.  Her nod was slow, leaning slightly into him and lifting her chin up, looking between his eyes and his lips. 

Harry had been given permission, and he was taking it. The first one slow, their lips melding together as his thumb stroking the very corner of her lip. Pulling back for a moment, there was a moment that they took a breath and she knew he was going to ask if it was alright, but she didn’t want to talk. She wanted more of this feeling. 

Like pins and needles but in a good way, heat in her stomach and ears and a need to get closer to him, buttoning their lips together again and lifting her blanket warmed hand to his cool neck, holding the side of it as she kissed him back with an energy that she hope conveyed how she felt. It was an addictive feeling, this man’s lips. Something she had felt so guilty about thinking of prior, but her newest obsession. 

Harry let out a little groan that had gone straight between her thighs, gently moving her to get closer to him as he shifted to his side for easier access. His body was warm and solid, making her feel incredibly safe and comfortable in his arms. She couldn't remember the last time- or any time- she felt this happy to be in someone’s possession. 

Getting into it, it shocked her how thoroughly he kissed. It felt like she could feel his emotions, his intentions. The promise laid into the kiss that he liked her, he was going to take care of her. His thumb brushing over her chin and slowly dragging her lip down with the force, making her mewl as she turned and slipped her leg over his thigh. It was instinct to want to get closer. If they weren’t around other people, she would be tempted to crawl into his lap. Especially since his other hand had held the side of her neck so gently, so sweetly with his thumb running up the base- god, it was making her ache. 

“I know, sweets.” He mumbled against her lips, his own heart pounding in his chest. The movie was fully ignored me the only sounds he could hear was their breathing and his pulse in his ears. He finally was getting to kiss her, but he couldn’t let it go too far. Not only because of the setting, but because he really wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t just in it for the sex. “But there’s people around. We can..” he cleared his throat quietly. “I’ll kiss you as much as you want, but you’ve got to keep it quiet.” He rubbed his nose against hers, the next words impulsively slipping out. “As much as I like to hear your pretty noises, I don’t want the rest of them to.”

As if those words would make her want to shut up. If anything, they quickened the burn between her thighs, the flames shooting up to her belly as she reconnected their mouths again and pressed closer to him so she could try and muffle them. He didn’t know about her fantasy for public play but she would keep that tidbit hidden for now. 

They’d kissed and kissed and kissed until it was over and Y/N had felt dizzy, the lights for the field turning on and her eyes felt like they were swimming. Any semblance of lipgloss had faded and smeared between the two of their mouths, a flush slightly coating the man’s cheeks. He was so cute to her, his sudden shyness as if he hadn’t said flirty things in between kisses. She was obsessed with the way he felt, the way he grabbed her and held her where he wanted her. It was a contrast she enjoyed thoroughly. 

He drove her home with a smile on his face as he played Hozier’s first album, giving her a lovely soundtrack to observe him with as the wind chilled her face a bit. The giddiness had settled fully in her stomach, though, when he had reached to her thigh and took her hand in his own. It felt real, her body tingling as he stroked his thumb over the back of her fingers. The sweetness of the gesture made a squeal crawl up her throat she worked hard to extinguish, only barely succeeding. This had been a dream date, one for the books, and Y/N wished she could have extended the night further, but he had been adamant that they’d not done anything else tonight. It made her think, her smile soft as she floated through her apartment with Harry’s sweatshirt he’d pulled from the back of his car for her on the drive hanging on her body. Tying her hair back into a single braid, she climbed into the bed after brushing her teeth and setting her laptop to charge. It had taken her the most restraint she had ever felt when she heard her phone buzz 5 minutes ago to not dive out of the bathroom to grab it from her bedside table and pouring over the text- but she had done it, and her self control that had persevered in her bathroom had crumbled as soon as she pulled the blankets over her bare legs. 

H: Hi. I’m home :) Thank you for coming with me tonight. 

Y/N: Are you kidding? It was the best date I’ve ever had. 

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. 

H: Good. It was a long time coming, at least in my head. 

H: Do you think you’d like to go on another one? I’m not sure if it’s too early to ask, but I have to admit that I’m hoping to plan the next one really soon. 

Her heat swelled as she fell back into the pillows, kicking her feet with a grin. He was seriously asking? It was a given. She’d nearly climbed his body when he kissed her goodbye. It was a relief that she wasn’t the only one who felt sadness at the unknown of when they’d see each other next. He wanted to plan the next one already? And what constituted really soon? She nibbled on her bottom lip as she laid back against the bed, letting her warmth slip into the linens.

Y/N: Yeah. I’d really, really like that. 

Y/N: How soon? 

H: In a few days? 

Y/N: ooooh, eager? 

H: I mean… Yeah. I am. If that’s too soon, I’m sorry. I just had a really good time and I like being around you. 

Y/N: I was just teasing!! It isn’t too soon at all. That sounds good, perfect actually. 

Y/N: And I had a really good time and like being around you too, fyi. 

Her eyes narrowed at her screen as she debated going a bit further in teasing, not wanting to scare him off but gage where he was at. Was he someone who could handle more banter? He’d kept up quite well before but this was more.. Heated. 

Fuck it. 

Y/N: And I really liked how you kiss… So I’m not going to complain. 

The three dot bubble came up and disappeared. And then it happened again, and once more over a period of three minutes, and Y/N had just started panicking slightly about mentioning it when her phone buzzed in her hand, spooking her slightly. 

H: Same. It was the best I’ve had. Was all of that ok, though?

H: I know you reciprocated but I just want to make sure you were okay with that sort of stuff. I really want to get to know you, but I am extremely attracted to you, Y/N. 

The flushed girl smiled at her phone like an idiot. Of course he had to be attracted to her- he had her convinced he hated her because she was too cute and he didn’t know how to act- but seeing it laid out like that, experiencing him asking her again if she had been alright with it was more care than she was used to. Perhaps it was sad, bare minimum, but knowing he actually cared made her happier than she cared to admit. 

Y/N: It was amazing, Harry. Seriously it was more than okay with me. I would have said so otherwise. 

Y/N: I really enjoyed it. I mean, you had to basically pry me away to leave, so… haha. You’re a gentleman.

H: Okay, good. I wanted to make sure. But I am happy to hear you think I’m a gentleman. That was what I was going for. You deserve the best shit

H: Prying you off was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done but I want you to be sure about me before we do anything

The sentiment was nice, but Y/N knew she liked him a lot and wouldn’t regret sleeping with him. Harry was already showing the qualities she wanted but perhaps he was right. Maybe it was better for them to wait- although… 

Y/N: I wouldn’t have regretted anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. However, if you want to be a gentleman, I don’t mind a bit of edging. 

That’s where Harry coughed on his tea, eyes watering as he read the last sentence of her message. Was she trying to make this hard for him on purpose? He was trying so hard to keep his head on straight, but it was hard when she had  been whimpering for more, her foot rubbing over his leg, fingers gently playing with his hair. If he’d had his way, he’d have taken her against her front door- but Y/N wasn’t just a hookup. She was someone he could see for a long time, if she let him. 

H: Don’t be bad, Sweets. 

Y/N: Hm.. Ok. I can be good, for you. 

Harry let out a groan, rolling his head back at the message. She could be good for him? Well, that was incredible to know. Was she not normally good? This was a side of Y/N he hadn’t been familiar with, her soft spoken stories and giggly jokes not hinting towards any sort of dirtiness. This was a new side that had been shown to him, and he should be a bit ashamed of how intrigued it made him. 

Y/N: I do feel like…. 

H: Hm? 

Y/N: I do think you would like me to be bad sometimes, though. 

H: How do you figure? 

Y/N: You’ve been nothing but sweet to me since we connected properly, so gentle. It’s a mindfulness.  But… IDK. There’s something in my gut making he think maybe that isn’t all there is. 

It was interesting to him, considering he had thought she was all good, perhaps a little vanilla, but he of all people should have known not to judge a book by its cover. Although, he had to admit that the direction of the conversation was making it harder and harder to say goodnight as he had originally anticipated. She had baited, and he was biting. 

H: Well, you wouldn’t be wrong. I like bad sometimes, but I’ve enjoyed your behavior so far, Sweets. 

Y/N: I am fond of that nickname. I am a sweetheart, I dare say. 

Y/N: And I think I’m sweet in all the ways. 

H: Y/N… 

Y/N: H?

H: Please, darling. I’ve been doing so good with being a gentleman. 

Y/N: Who said that’s what I want right now? 

Y/N: You’re the one who gave me blue balls. 

Harry sputtered out a laugh despite his active ignoring of his cock beginning to thicken in his boxers. She was cute, but she was testing him. Harry wasn’t any sort of Christian Grey, but he did enjoy a bit of an acquired taste in the bedroom. He wanted to introduce her to it slowly, but she was testing limits. And damn it, Harry was too fucking curious for his own good. 

H: Oh? And how did I do that now? Quite an accusation. 

Y/N: You kiss me the way you do, stroke over my neck and in my hair and do that little smile against my mouth and you think I’m fine???!?!!

H: I mean…

Y/N: You know what you’re doing. Luckily, I like you. And like I said, Edging can be fun. 

H: So can overstimulation, but they both can be punishments, can’t they?

The man swallowed, setting his phone on his knee as he clipped his hair back, turning his television on low. He had just gotten off in the shower before she’d replied, and now he was feeling it again. Just a few minutes of talking and she had managed to make him achey. How was this fair? What god had to be playing with him? 

Y/N: Ohhhh… breaking out more terms. 

H: Yes. You started it, though. 

Y/N: Nope. You did when you kissed me. 

The smile was familiar now, usually painted on his face when she was involved. She’d been moving further and further into his mind, taking up more real estate without his permission- but he didn’t mind. Focusing on the sweet, gorgeous girl was much more fun than anything else he had been storing up there. 

Y/N: But if you want to wait to talk about that sort of stuff, we can. I won’t be too bad tonight. 

H: I’d say you already have been. It wasn’t easy for me to pull back, like I said but… I’d like to do things right with you.

H: Plus, I want to see you squirm when we talk about this stuff. I’d much rather watch you go shy on me. Such a brave girl on the phone, but I know next time I kiss you you’re going to remember this and I need to let you know- as much as I really, really wanted to just follow you inside and dip my hand between your thighs to see just how wet and hot you got for me, I think you’re going to thank me for it later. I’ve only so much control.

Harry had been poked with a stick, coated in temptation to devour her and he had resisted,  but if they talked about this now? 

H: Not to mention, if we talk about it I will be more apt to jumping in my car and coming to you to do exactly as we talk about. So, let’s keep it PG for tonight. Sound good, Sweets? 

It was such a hard thing for him to do, dying to spread those pretty, soft legs open for him and sampling the honeyed cunt that would be waiting for him- but he wanted to be the guy that Y/N deserved.  He wanted to do  the flowers and chocolate sort of shit, prove how much he actually liked her. He liked her enough to restrain and make sure she felt confident in her decisions, not just something in the heat of the movement. 

Y/N: fine, fineeeeee. I’ll put my halo back on. 

H: There we go, angel. Good job. 

Y/N: I aim to please

H: You need to go to bed, and so do I. You’ll wake up with our next date details. 

H:I had an incredible time with you. 

Y/N: Me too. Goodnight, Harry. Thanks for taking me out. 

H: Always. Goodnight, Sweetness. Hope your dreams are sweeter than you. xx

[vraiao]

I LOVEE YOUR NEWEST FIC!!! YOU ALSO WRITE AMAZING WITH ANGST!!

OKAY,OKAY!!! its really embarrassing to type it out but the idea i had is, a virgin inexperienced reader x kaeya(or any genshin men) like theyre teaching them how it works and how to pleasure themselves, I HOPE YOU ARENT WEIRDED OUT BY IT HUHU

(i really like your writing so im sure whatever you do with this idea, its gonna be👌🏻👌🏻)

-‼️ anon

i will try my best to write this but i’m a horrible smut writer so here we go😋😋

✰ . fingering, creampie, virgin!reader, experienced!kaeya, fem!reader, smut, rough, unprotected, overstim(?)

smut below the cut !

being your older brother's best friend, kaeya had always seemed to have a thing for you. spending a lot of time over at your house, he was always trying to give subtle hints, whether it be occasionally brushing a hand up against your thigh whenever he got the chance or pretending to pin you up against the counter before reaching into the cabinet above you for a cup with that typical devilish smirk on his face, but you were just too oblivious!

on another night of sleeping over at your house, kaeya found himself rather restless this evening. it was late, and the whole house was quiet, sleeping. unable to sleep, he quietly opened the door to the guest room to make his way downstairs to get a glass of water, but his thought process was interrupted when he noticed a faint glow from under your room door. sensing an opportunity, he strutted over.

gently knocking twice on the door, he waited a couple seconds and opened the door to your dimly lit room out of mild impatience before you could reply. noticing him walk in, you sat up and set your phone to the side, sleepily blinking at him and speaking in a somewhat drowsy tone. "kaeya? do you need something?" you said.

he shook his head, "no, just can't sleep." not bothering to wait for you to say anything else, he walked over to your bed, sitting next to you close enough that his shoulder was pressed against yours and looking at you with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. "what are you up to?" he asked.

the close proximity between you two woke you up, and you began feeling slightly nervous. your eyes darted in any and every direction that wasn't his, and you hesitated before you spoke. "nothing, really.." you muttered. he responded with a simple hum and a nod, not once taking his eyes off of you. your eyes remained elsewhere, devoid of any contact with his until he suddenly placed a gentle hand on your chin, redirecting your gaze to meet his. with a faint grin on his face, he leaned in just a little closer and lowered his voice to a tantalizing whisper. "what's wrong? you nervous?"

with his hand still firm on your chin, trying to shift your gaze from his piercing indigo eyes was pointless. too close, you thought. your heart was beating so rapidly that you felt it would jump straight out of your chest at any moment. you bit the corner of your lip, unsure of what to say and fearful of fumbling your words and looking like a klutz. "no," you responded, voice hardly above a nervous whisper.

feigning innocence, he tilted his head to the side, devilish grin growing wider by the second. "oh, really? well it sure seems like you are." just then he let out a slight chuckle, and before you could fully process what was happening, he closed the distance between you two and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. the initial shock from this sudden contact made your eyes widen and you hurriedly placed a hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, but you didn't really try because it wasn't like you actually wanted him to stop.

letting your hand fall back to your side, your eyes began to flutter closed with his lips still pressed against yours in a heated kiss. he suddenly pulled away for air, softly panting while he gazed at you. you panted as well, trying to catch your breath when the realization of just what you two were doing hit you, so you began to speak. "wait.. we shouldn--" he cut you off, placing a finger on your lips in a shushing motion as he began to speak. "shh,, it'll be fine. let me take care of you. i'll be gentle.." he said as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours once more.

he moved closer, shifting himself to hover above you. your hands shot toward his hair, fingers tangling between his soft blue locs and he placed both of his hands gently on either side of your waist as your legs instinctively snuck around him. he pulled away for a moment with a grin. "eager, are we?" he teased, giving you no time to respond as his lips crashed onto yours once more.

his satirizing words rendered you flustered and you tried to move your legs away, but you felt him grin against your lips as he placed his hands against your thighs to keep them in place. patience thinning, one of his hands slid down your thigh and began tugging at the hem of your panties. you then panicked, a hand swiftly moving to grab his wrist to immobilize his hand from going any further. you pulled away, taking a few heavy breaths before you spoke, "wait..! I've never-" but kaeya interrupted you before you could speak.

another sly chuckle and you began to feel so embarrassed. your eyes darted in another direction and your hand lightened its grip on his wrist as the already overbearing red on your cheeks just seemed to grow. he grinned, reveling in the way he was making you feel. "don't be shy, love," he placed a gentle yet fleeting kiss on your lips, "i'll teach you," he whispered. he began placing featherlight kisses on your cheek, trailing them down to your neck and collarbone while leaving occasional nips between his firey trail of kisses.

he was much gentler than moments before, moving with less eagerness and such. you released your hand from his wrist and he began to move it, tugging lightly at the hem of your panties and pulling them down, the cold air of your room hitting your sex and sending a light chill down your spine.

he absolutely drunk in the sight of you. your hair disheveled and breath heavy while your face was flushed a deep red. he moved his hand down, a finger teasingly prodding at your entrance and causing your pussy to convulse and clench around nothing. he grinned, harshly nipping at your neck before he finally dipped a finger into your cunt. you let out a shaky breath as he began to move his finger back and forth at a not-so-fast yet not-so-slow pace. you were practically dripping already-- both of your hands tugged at his hair and you whined, bucking your hips forward into his hands to try and feel more friction.

taking this as an opportunity, he slipped another finger in with no effort. you were met with a stinging feeling that was quickly overshadowed by the pleasurable feeling of his fingers filling you up as he increased the speed of his hand, and the utterly lewd sounds of his fingers scissoring in and out of you turned him on even more. the growing tempo of his fingers fucking you was sending you over the edge. "you like that?" he said softly. you tilted your head back, eyes fluttering shut as you whined and whimpered a series of incoherent phrases, along with the occasional spill of his name, all while trying to keep quiet as to not wake anyone in the house. noticing your head flying back he used his other hand to grab your chin, redirecting your face and placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before speaking. "eyes on me, love," he said.

you started to get the feeling of a tight knot in your stomach that was going to snap at any moment, and kaeya could tell that you were close from the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his fingers. he increased his finger's momentum, pressing his thumb against your clit and massaging it. every little sensation set your senses ablaze and before you knew it, you were cumming all over his fingers with a hushed moan of his name spilling out of your lips.

your mind was spinning, and your breath was heavy. feeling somewhat unsatisfied, you wanted more-- and it seemed kaeya was on the same page. after you took a moment to catch your breath, he grabbed your chin with his clean hand, fingers that were just digging into your core suddenly invading your mouth. "clean them off for me, yeah?" he said with a wide smirk on his face. obediently, you began licking and sucking at his fingers, the taste of your mess spilling into your mouth. it was so filthy, but you couldn't help but enjoy it.

seconds later, kaeya pulled his fingers out of your mouth, momentarily still connected to your lips by a string of saliva before he moved his hands toward working away at his pants. pulling them off and discarding them, outsprung his already leaking erection. your eyes widened and for a moment you wondered how that was even going to fit in you. lining his tip up with your entrance, he wrapped a hand around his cock, coating it with your slick and saliva that remained on his fingers, and giving it a few pumps before beginning to slowly push into you.

already losing himself, kaeya leaned in, breath tickling your ear as he spoke in a low, husky tone. "do you know.." he groaned, pushing further, which caused you to whine, "how long i've.. wanted this?" you squirmed, and just then his hands moved to your waist to hold you still. he let out a low growl when he fully bottomed out in you, head drooping low with heavy breaths. "fuck," he muttered, the feeling of your tight hole milking him before he even moved already sending him to space. it hurt. it hurt so good and you couldn't seem to really care. yes, there was an overbearing stinging feeling, but the feeling of him filling you up so wholly, so completely-- it was enough to make any of the pain feel like a simple pinch.

he gave you a look, practically begging and pleading for you to let him start moving. when you finally responded to his eager look with a curt nod, he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he pulled his hips back, leaving only the tip remaining still in you before he snapped forward, instantly bottoming out again and causing you to whine loudly into his mouth. he pulled back again and again, each time pulling out less and moving back in faster. he pulled his mouth away from yours, your tongues connected by a thin string of saliva as his tongue lolled out of his mouth followed by a string of pants and moans leaving his mouth.

tugging and running your hands through his long, soft hair, you tried your hardest to keep the volume of your moans and whines to a minimum, but it was so difficult. in an attempt to quiet yourself, you used the arms wrapped around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your warm and rapid breaths tickling his skin. in response, he began another trail of kisses and bites along your neck, only making you whine further. you were still so sensitive from just moments ago, but that made the things you were feeling all the better.

you could tell he was close, because his rhythm grew sloppier and he was hardly pulling back in between thrusts. not only that, but he was also incessantly whining about how he was going to cum<3. you couldn't even think, head thrown back and moaning his name at the top of your lungs like it was a mantra. you're not sure when, but somewhere along the lines of him fucking your brains out, you stopped caring about the pitch of the lewd noises leaving your mouth. just know that tomorrow's breakfast table will be awkwardly silent. you began to feel that familiar knot coiling in your stomach once more, and the increasing quantity and incoherentness of your moans was a sign enough to let him know of that fact.

with a few more quick snaps of his hips, you let out one final cry of his name and snapped, orgasming all over his cock that was still pistoling in and out of you. feeling your cunt squeezing and pulsing around his dick, he was quick to follow suit, groaning as his hot, sticky cum spilled into you, painting every inch of your walls a creamy white. his thrusts slowed, riding out his high before he came to a stop, cock still sheathed inside of your hole as he panted, resting his forehead onto yours while you panted along.

the room smelled of sex, and the air was humid. you were both spent,, or at least you were. he didn't seem to be done just yet. "you can go another round, right baby?" there's still some things i wanna teach you."

a/n!! this is probably not how you wanted it but I was kind of just going with the flow so i hope you enjoyed it!! <3

[lewdangelsou]

cats don't speak

sypnosis || scaramouche ordered some gifts for his lover to try out.

warnings: lower case intentional, mean scaramouche, afab gn! reader (using she/her), filming, fingers down your throat, saliva/spit/drool, choking, dacryphilia, mention of butt plug, heavy degrading, sprinkle of praise. getting called kitty. humiliation.

minors dni

·˚ ༘ not proofread hehe

the pads of his fingers caress the texture of the leather that wrap around her neck, the bell dangling with soft dings. scaramouche smirks, gazing down at herㅡ on her knees on the floor, looking up at him through those pretty long lashes with a hint of shame within her eyes.

"see? it's perfect." his smile was condescending, a type of malice that made her heart pound against her ribcage. scaramouche traces the artificial ears that clipped to her soft hair, he's starting to treat her just like a small pet; delicate and needy.

his lover puckers her lips into a slight pout, the plug nestled deep into that tight cavern of her rear, an uncomfortable yet sensational feeling, the fluffy tail resting in between her thighs. "it feels weird..." she confesses, resting her cheek upon the rough denim of his lap.

the entire ordeal of getting dragged to his bedroom with a nicely wrapped package on his sheets piqued her curiosity greatly, only to reveal that they're merely toys for his entertainment. for his model, his muse, his loverㅡ she's the perfect candidate for his sore eyes. scaramouche doesn't listen to her complaints in the beginning, her sentences falling to deaf ears as each article of clothing strips off of her body just for this act of power.

he tips her head back, "i don't understand you, kitty" a derisive grin spread across his handsome face, causing her very core to tighten from the voltage of adrenaline.

"come on, meow for the camera."

a thick clump of saliva dries her throat as she swallows, a whole weight of shame lay heavy within her head as her pupils gloss towards the camera. she hesitates, ".. me.. mew..?"

despite her best attempt, scaramouche isn't pleased. he pulls at her bottom lip to part them, eyeing the pink interior of her mouth as strings of saliva thread loosely. "i know you look so pathetic but at least try."

".. scaramouche, come onㅡ"

her eyes gape immediately at the flavorless taste of his fingers pushing past her teeth, pressing down on her tongue to silence her protests. as if on an instant, she clicked right back to her place, kneeling before the man who has spoiled her with his morbid affection.

"if you can't meow, why not lick, hm?"

he drags his fingers across the surface of her pink tongue, gently moving in and out of her mouth, suggesting that she puts in the effort for him. through her muddled vision she submits, suckling on his fingers until a rhythm builds that satisfies them both. with each bob of her her head, the bell attached to her collar jingles, only adding to the throb that aches scaramouche's cock.

his indigo eyes watching every detail of the way her pretty lips wrap around his middle and ring finger, glazing them with spit each time she parts from it for a single second before drawing in once more. he groans, voice mixing with the followed slurping noise of her continuous sucking.

"hah.. finally, something you're good for."

her heart quelled, urging herself to go faster, deeper. thus, scaramouche muses at the way she gags at the tips of his digits hitting the back of her throat, feeling his dull nails hit the flesh. tears form to sear her vision and pearl down her flushed cheeks, the thickened tension between them making it difficult to breathe. and through all of this, she doesn't take her eyes away from the lenses of scaramouche's phone as he fails to keep it steady.

she even puts on a show, opening her mouth enough to swirl her tongue around his fingers like an obedient pet, before shoving them deep down her throat once more. drool dribbles down her chin and dripping down to the surface of her cleavage, adding to the pornographic-like feel that is presented to him.

"fuck that's it."

[pleasehelpmeimfying]

For the one I love most.

[FTM!Scaramouche x Male reader.]

{ FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SMT LIKE THIS. Smut with plot!! MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI.} { Warnings: FTMsub!bottom!scaramocuhe/wanderer, non-protective intercourse, oral (scaraussy receiving), top!male!READER, slight fem language, vagina sex, mating press, semi public (?) and much much more :3. }

Scaramouche in the early stages of your relationship was.. was something unique in its own way. He was either clinging onto you like a lost puppy, refusing to leave your side. That unbearable gnawing feeling of fear of being abandoned once more by someone he truly adores inflicting his hallow brain.. That Or he’s just throwing insults at you like you’re some kind of peasant. All in an attempt to find comfort in his own fears and anxiety.

So of course your guy’s sex life was extremely slow. Ironically he was a virgin, never having a thought of touching himself or anything in that manner. But hey that’s Fine! It’s not like you were rushing anything. You understood where the poor puppet was coming from. So being the absolute W partner that you were you waited for scaramouche to come around in that field. You knew that he was trans and frankly that really didn’t stop you from having certain thoughts of him.

So as months went, yalls trust and bond grew. Scaramouche slowly became aware of his growing needs for you… And he absolutely despised it. Whenever you touched his body he felt odd. That weird sensation and faint heartbeats down there was uncomfortable. He wanted to get rid of it but he actually didn’t know if he was actually tweaking out or feeling those dammed emotions. So he went on a silly lil quest to find out what in the holy hell was happing to him!! <3

Let’s skip to where this beautiful man is standing on a near edge of a cliff, looking at the glorious landscape before him. The sunset is at its brightest, the crisp cool air brushes against his small figure. Oh how beautiful the light bounces off his indigo eyes.. in this moment freedom gave his empty heart an overwhelming feeling of warmth. Then, he hears familiar footsteps. It was yours.. your voice faintly calling out his name as you walk just a tad bit closer.

Soon enough you managed to wrap your arms around his waist. Pulling his back close to your chest. There wasn’t much of a height difference between the two of you! Your lover becomes somewhat stiff, slowly but surely becoming more comfortable in the position you placed him in. You hear a scoff as you see how he crosses his arms in a false annoyance. “ <Y/N>, haven’t I told you to not grab me without permission? Whats the use for that insignificante brain of yours when you clearly can’t use it properly ?” All bark no bite. Typical scaramouche.. you leaned in, whispering a half - assed ‘sorry’ to your lover boy and he could only roll his eyes in disbelief. You began to rub your thumbs on his lower abdomen area and he feels that strange sensation again.

He felt odd. A good kind of odd.. your lover let out a soft gasp as you kept massaging him ever so gently. Course’ you stopped the moment you heard it. Why wouldn’t you?? It was like a little awaking for you. (And scaracoochie too Dw Dw) that faint crimson tint graced Scaramouche’s face and dear seven it was priceless. So you bit your lip as you waited for scaramouche to make a move. You didn’t want to rush into this and (possibly) make your lover feel.. a certain type of way. So you waited. Scaramouche kept feeling sensations down there.. wanting to explore it but he held back. Scared that he was going to fuck up again, he started to overthink this situation. Thinking about how you stopped and trying to piece together a reason why you did. All of his thoughts were halted when you spoke. And you best believe he was LISTENING.

“Can we go further? Could I explore your body more.. throughly?” Scaramouche felt his throat tighten up, lacking a verbal response. So he slowly nodded his head and agreed to this nonsense. Wasn’t long before you slowly slid a few fingers on the side of his shorts and began to pull them down. Leaving him in only his undergarments and top clothing. You could feel yourself get a boner from seeing him surrender completely.

As the sunset was becoming more dim you guided your and his body onto more stable grounding. Finally after moments of getting in a more comfortable position you were now sitting in between his legs trying to figure this out. Should you just go right for it or prep him up??? In the end you decide to tease him a bit. Raising yourself to kiss his lips, then down to his neck as your hands worked on his thighs.

On Scaramouche’s end everything was going fuzzy. He felt his sex throb as he whimpered at each kiss you graced him with. He was SHAKING with excitement. Wrapping his arms around you as you did all the work.. few kisses here and there and he soon felt your hand pull at his undergarment. Revealing his slick covered pussy! The grass was soothing in a way as the wild life made great background noise :3! You moved away from his upper body to his pussy, and you gave it an experimental lick.

He fucking loved that. His hand covering his mouth as his hips leaned more towards your mouth. Of course you took it as a good sign and kept going!! Grabbing his hips as you forced him not to move. You heard him whine as you ate him out. Sucking his puffy hole as the slick got all over your mouth.. he was delicious! The more you went one the higher his whines and whimpers became. He swore he could see stars right now as something felt like it was becoming tighter until- before you know it Scaramouche arched his back beautifully as a loud wail slipped out of him! “ O..OH! Fuck- fuckfuckfuck!! KeE- mMMPH!!♡︎♡︎” Squirt started to gush out of him as it filled your mouth! Tears formed on his eyes as he struggled to stay still, though you were fine though. Licking him him clean and didn’t waste a drop of slick that was provided by your lover

He was already so puffy from just one orgasm ♥︎ how adorable! You raised your head up and leaned towards your lover once more. Shushing him and you placed more kisses around his face.. “shh.. shh it’s okay. We’re just getting started ❣︎.” Quickly you placed two of your fingers in him and Jesus Christ was he warm. His walls kept clamping down on you! As if he was begging you to stuff him full already. Quickly your fingers went in n’ out of his poor pussy! :( making lewd squelching sounds and you scissored the poor boy open. After a while you eventually added four fingers in him :3 stretching him open as you were absolutely sure you were ready to stuff him full.

Of course you took your fingers out and gave him a little break. Deeming him ready you pulled out your cock. It was huge! Almost made Scaramouche snap his legs shut. You aligned it with his hole and slowly inserted it inside him. There was a cute little bulge! “ N-no more!! Gonna cum.. gunna cum! A-Aghh!! P-pleEAAUHGG♡︎♡︎?!” Once your were halfway in you slammed the remains. Completely bottoming out, you were fully inside your lover. His legs going limp and you began to ram in him ☆ sinful squelching noises filled the air as his moans were laced like a beautiful melody.

Soon enough you changed the positions! Lifting his legs up towards his face, having better access to go even deeper! Of course you abused his prostate. Hitting that soft muscle over and over again. Scaramouche body shook, his eyes rolling to the back of his school as he gritted his teeth. Drool slipped through the corner of his moth as he felt his pussy spasm on your cock. Squirting harshly as he clawed his face for some kind of self control ♥︎

He looked so good :3 so beauty as you kept ramming his insides. Of course he became over sensitive! Cumming on your cock for the nth time. Did you get to cum yet! No. And that was okay! Just keep going until you filled your little lover boy to the brim :33

[bamdelune]

utterly, unbelieveably in love pt. 1 ░ scara x reader modern!au ★ mini series

summary ➜ he has six months to win you over. the famed scaramouche of tevyat unviersity wants the honor of owning a place in your heart. you want to see how far his feelings hold true.

genres/tags ➜ fluff, scara is genuinely head over heels for you, fem!reader, scara is your brother's best friend, courting, new writing style.

Your brother bringing home friends from university wasn't a surprising occurence. He'd do it all the time. The only thing surprising was how a real human being could bear to even form a friendship to someone akin to a persistent little fly that buzzes in the shell of your ear.

This time, the person who welcomed himself through the entrance of your home was none other than the flamboyant Scaramouche. Academic by nature, with ladies and gentlemen swooning over him at every stride of his feet. Sure, a little too confident over the scale but still charming nonetheless. Your brother was on the popular side of the school tier, perhaps it was a matchmade in heaven.

"I'm home." He would say, after the lock clicks free. You were hunched over a laptop on the couch, with a screen that displayed two tabs as you accomplished your essay due in about... seven hours? A hum of acknowledgement slips past your lips, eyes still trained on the bright screen in front of you, too busy to even notice the fact that he brought a new friend today but it was a sight of familiar indigo streaks of hair.

For the next few times, Scaramouche would become a frequent visitor at your apartment and you had grown accustomed to the routine. You would be studying by the time the both of them get to the apartment, you'd acknowledge them, and Scaramouche would leave an hour and thirty minutes later. But today was a different case.

Your brother, being the trustful guy that he is, apparently gave Scara his key to the apartment telling him to go ahead and use it as he did some short errands.

Now here you were sitting in silence with the ever-charming boy from uni, with his eyes shooting glances he thought was subtle enough for you not to notice.

"You've been staring." You begin, your focus shifting from your laptop to his direction, although not directly into his eyes.

He hums, "I'd say the same about you."

Well, shit. Cover blown, does a life in the countryside tickle your fancy in any way?

Heat brushes your features but you are quick to school them.

"I'm curious as to how my brother thought this whole thing through."

Scara tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing in question. "Thought what through?"

"You. Giving you the actual key to our apartment. He's never done that so there's something different about you." Your eyes squint at him suspiciously, hands reaching for the top of your laptop and it shuts it closed. "Why are you here?"

"You're pretty cocky if you think I'm here for you." Scara blurts out in response. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"I never said that though?"

His face flushes a shade of pink and he takes a big interest in the crown moldings of your ceiling.

"You're weird." You mutter.

"Right back at you."

You scoff at his reply, albeit a small tug on your lips curls them upward. Just then the knob of the front door turns clockwise. You send Scara a 'you didn't lock the door?' type of look and he merely shrugs as your brother comes inside.

"I'm home— oh, you really did use the key." Your brother says, settling his belongings down on the marble counter. You swear you caught a small smirk playing on his lips but he was far too quick at concealing it.

From now onwards, Scaramouche would become a reoccuring character in your life. How long will it take for you to fall into the wraps of his charms?

[affableramen]

Pantalone x Reader | Angst | Pantalone hates himself | Tipsy | No smut

ALCOHOL; MURDER MENTIONED; CURSING

☽

Pantalone is standing on the balcony drinking wine when you slowly approach him from behind the back. Your steps are silent and deliberate, as if you’re afraid to ruin the moment of his serenity.

“Just who do you think you are coming up behind a Harbinger announced…?” Pantalone’s voice trails off and his face becomes long at the sight of you. Anyone, but you. His gaze quickly examines you.

“You?”

He sounds like he can’t believe it. Perhaps he has drunk too much wine and is hallucinating.

“Why aren’t you enjoying the party? A big day for the Fatui as an organisation.”

“The parties are too loud. I dislike loud noises.” You reply nonchalantly, as a matter of fact.

“Ah, without a doubt Northland Bank is abundant on lavish decorum and excessive amount of… visitors. Everyone’s coming here to congratulate us.” He smirks, raising his glass full of wine to his lips. “Still, I’m not sure coming to me is the same as finding peace. Knowing that I engage in monologues here and there.”

There is a pause between the two of you. Yes - Pantalone is sure known for a habit of yapping, a sharp long tongue and ability to manipulate people’s emotions. You are aware, that’s for sure… Slowly approaching him closer and closer you finally appear to his right and place your hand on the balcony ledge.

“At least those monologues are interesting.”

“Really,” Pantalone says with a harsh, unlike him lowly tone, completely mocking your observation.

“You actually want to talk to me, or are you just being polite because of what I could do to you?”

He places his wine glass on the ledge near his hand.

“You’re so untrusting and wary. It might just scare people away. But I can understand that. I am familiar with the concept of keeping people at a long distance.”

“Oh, I happen to notice that. You have no friends, do you? I wouldn’t be surprised, given your detached demeanour and unapproachable look.”

“Said the coldest man in Snezhnaya.”

Pantalone swallowed your words, raising his chin up high.

He turned away, looking at the night sky - so peaceful and indigo.

“At school, others would always find me a bit weird. Seems like nothing’s changed since then.” He laughs bitterly but then freezes, realising how intimate the slipped words sound. “Pardon me, it must have been the wine.”

“No… Perfectly fine.” You grasp the desperate attempt to pretend like what he said was not personal at all.

But Pantalone seemed like accepting his defeat.

“I take pride in being the odd one, however”, he covered his embarrassment with quick words.

“No doubt about that”, you replied as quickly as him.

“I hope though that you are wholeheartedly alright with my talking.”

You see Pantalone’s hand slowly move over the ledge closer to your own. He follows your gaze, watching you look at the movement of his fingers. Your hand slowly moves in accordance to his, tracing the way on the ledge, your rings clinking. Pantalone moves slightly even closer, making your fingers finally interact. And then, you finally feel him cover your hand. A gesture so innocent, so unlike him.

The silence fallen onto the two of you becomes as much uncomfortable as thrilling. Not knowing whether you can suffer it anymore, you almost push the words out your throat:

“Talk economy to me.”

Pantalone gives your hand a light squeeze and sucks in the air loudly.

“You’re scaring me. You’re genuinely scaring me.”

“Why?”

In velvety tone, he mutters:

“Your presence… Your whole being… It feels… I don’t know what it feels like. And I hate not knowing something.”

“How come? A genius banker is afraid of something so innocent!?”

Pantalone scoffs, relaxing his tense hand, so tense that the veins were popping up.

“Innocent? There is nothing innocent about you. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t be listening to me. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t willingly come visit me. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t stay here and look at me like… this.”

“What instead do you want me to look at you like?”

He spurts the words out: “Like you’re fucking terrified of me. Like you cannot stand my mere fucking presence. Like you know damn better than chatting with me here, perfectly aware of me having so much power I could kill you and no one would investigate.”

“Is that truly what you want?”

“No. I want you to be here. I am enjoying this immensely, that out of all people you chose to engage in conversation with me.” The smirk on Pantalone’s face falters. “But I don’t know if I am worthy of it.”

He plants a soft kiss on the back of your hand and holds his lips there for a long while.

“That is for me to decide who I deem worthy.”

“You intrigue me. Do you think I can be good for you?”

“Don’t belittle yourself. Anyone but you, Pantalone.”

Pantalone leans closer to you, caging with his body. His arm snakes around your neck, slowly tracing the path down, like a snake running your back. You push yourself towards him, focusing on his lips. Pantalone almost opens his mouth, ready to respond to your attitude before the balcony door is thrown open. The both of you immediately step a good distance from each other.

“Hey, the cake is being served. Don’t miss the ceremony, you two lonely chatters.” Pantalone mutters a curse, annoyed at Childe rushing to ruin the moment so intolerably. He bites his lip to prevent from cursing out loud.

“Y/N, you didn’t even dance. Not much of a party lover are you?”

Silencing Tartaglia, Pantalone barks back.

“I wouldn’t call it is a lonely chat. You see I found someone to listen to me, unlike you, Tartaglia.”

“Good riddance, you’ll finally free me of your yapping?”

Pantalone shakes his head, ignoring the Eleventh.

“I don’t mind participating in the cake presentation.”

“Glad to hear that.”

Pantalone fixes his tie, still upset by having his moment with you ruined so audaciously. You walk out together.

“Pretend like you’re not bad-tempered.” You whisper to him.

“Me, bad-tempered? Absurd.”

“Your whole face is saying ‘Approach me and I’ll kill you’.”

“And I suppose you’re suddenly an expert at reading my moods, are you not?”

You feel him give your hand a tight squeeze.

[gretavanlace]

Stars Collide

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, adult themes, semi public sexual acts, dirty talk, pet names, digital penetration, etc.

First, special thanks to this ask who got my gears turning, I know it isn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you love it all the same. Second, I asked for josh pics and ya’ll 👏 came 👏 through 👏 Thank you so much for taking the time to help out with my little request, you guys are the greatest! They were all incredible, but in the end @jakekiszkasbelly-button killed it with this stunning pic featuring a camera flare-halo that stole my heart. Just look at him!

Photo credit to the lovely @indigo-starcatcher

You wake with a start, eyes wide with drowsy confusion, and he thinks you’re adorable. Like a tiny baby bunny, startled in the brush by rustling leaves. It makes him want to scoop you up, to hold you cupped in his hands, safe from the world. To peer down at you and soothe your nerves softly. To pet you and marvel at your softness, your warmth….

It also makes him long to corrupt all that innocence. To strip it away down to the bones of what you’re really capable of. That wicked glint in your eye that appears when there’s no one to bear witness but him - he wants to see it.

“Josh?” Your voice is gritty with the impromptu slumber you’d fallen into after the show. Curled up like a cat in one corner of the couch in the corner of his dressing room. He hadn’t the heart to disturb you.

Instead, he’d lost the satin suit and showered, and was now slipped into something a little more pedestrian, scribbling lyrics and ideas upon the lined pages of his notebook, sipping from a glass filled with honey-laced whiskey.

He speaks softly, as is so often his way “I’m here, princess.”

Your gaze swings over to him, and he watches the tension leave your form and loves you just a little bit more. They way you find solace in his presence softens his heart indescribably.

“It’s so quiet.” You sigh, arms reaching for the ceiling in a dramatic, feline stretch. “Where is everyone? Did I sleep through the apocalypse?”

He laughs gently, eyes trained on the page where he’s finishing a rough sketch to present to wardrobe. You’re right to ask questions, he knows. Normally the energy backstage is electric before a show, and even more so after. Voices booming from all directions, golf carts grinding up and down the halls, equipment being dragged across concrete, shouts of congratulations and instructions. The rock and roll circus of live wire sound is easily tuned out as seasoned as you all are. Silence, on the other hand, is deafening.

“They’ve all gone back to the hotel.” He shrugs, setting everything aside in order to focus on you. He loves to watch you do anything, but witnessing you inch your way out of floating dreams deserves his full attention. “I told them we’d just call a car. Wanted to let you sleep.”

You shimmy your shoulders in a mock shudder. “This feels weird. It’s way too quiet.”

A smile that it feels like he can’t help, shapes his lips beautifully. You resemble a fallen angel, all wrinkled skirt and tangled hair, a groupie who just clawed her way out of the pit, disheveled and out of breath, all for him. “It is sort of weird, isn’t it?”

An idea lights his face up, urging an unsure giggle out of your sleepy chest before he’s even shared what he’s thinking.

“You want to go walk around a little? It’ll be like being at school after a play. Remember that? When the halls and classrooms were dark and it felt like you shouldn’t be there…when it felt like some strange, alien, terrain…remember?”

His enthusiasm is catching, “No, I don’t remember that…I wasn’t a theater nerd.” You toss a tasseled throw pillow at him and, in retaliation, he rises and grabs your hands, tugging you to your feet.

“That’s what’s wrong with you, my love.” He nudges you closer to your shoes and smooths out your clothes while you toe them on. “Too much time bouncing around in your little cheerleader uniform and not enough time down in the trenches with the drama club dreck.”

“I wasn’t a cheerleader and you damn well know it.” You roll your eyes with love and swing open the door to find the hall desolate and dimly lit. “You don’t think we’re completely alone in here, do you?”

“Nah,” he steps out behind you. “They’d kick us out before all that. But even if they missed us, there’d be security. Still, probably the closest to alone we’re ever gonna be.”

You spin around, grabbing up his hand tightly in both of yours…the spirited fire in your eyes lighting his own. “Let’s go check out the stage. Think anyone will stop us?”

“Pfft,” he scoffs, waving you off like he can’t believe you even said such a thing. “Do you have any idea who I am, princess?”

“Humble, aren’t you, Kiszka?” You kiss the air at him and trot off ahead in the wrong direction.

“Hey, Lewis and Clark?” He calls out smugly, “Stage is this way.”

~

“Look at all these seats,” you marvel, staring out at a sea of now empty chairs feeling nearly worshipful. An incredible talent stands beside you. Warm as the sun, and just as revered. You’d kneel at his feet, a peasant before her king, if it might please him…though he would likely despise it.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking the same thing about you. Wondering at your beauty, and how it threatens to steal the breath from his lungs, even in the shadows of the darkened arena. Loving you and your gorgeous soul. Adoring your light. You are an angel. His angel. His princess.

“You fill these seats,” you shake your head, amazed by him as if he’s brand new. “Ever think about that? You and your brothers, you fill these seats. It’s incredible what you guys do. I’ll never get enough of it.”

He sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. “You don’t get bored with it? Same show night after night? Rehearsal after rehearsal?”

“Same jokes…” you tease sweetly, “champagne, caviar, anyone?”

“Shut up,” he squeezes you with a quiet chuckle, “I haven’t used that one in a while. It’s a classic, though.”

“You look like a god, you know?” You’ve fallen hushed, picturing the way he shines, “Divine, a graven image come to life. Sometimes it’s like…it’s like I forget I even know you. You aren’t my Josh, how could that breathtaking spirit glittering under lights be mine? You’re magic.”

“Not to negate the poetry in which you’ve just showered me, but it makes my dick hard when you talk like that.” His lips have found the spot just below your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Yeah?” You’ve begun swaying along with him to some inaudible song it seems you both can hear. “Well, what doesn’t make your dick hard?”

“Hey!” He nips at the side of your throat in punishment. “I put it away for this tour.”

You gasp and tingle beneath his kiss, but hold fast to your footing. “Mmm-hmm. We’ll see how long that lasts. You’ll get tired of tucking. Plus, you like it when they look.”

Now, his arms have loosened to allow his hands to explore the silken skin of your stomach…palms searching and slow, hidden below your shirt. “Maybe I do like it. Maybe there’s no maybe about it.” He pulls you closer and there is his cock, hard and inviting, no longer concealed behind a stage costume, but pressing into the small of your back like an offering. “Do you like it? When they look? When they want what’s yours? When they want to fuck what’s yours?”

He wants you to say yes. He wants to know that you find some sort of perverse pleasure in it, the same way he does. He wants you to love their need as much as he does. He wants you to be secure in his love enough to enjoy it all.

And he’s in luck.

“I do like it when they look. Sometimes it makes me want to go out there and drop to my knees right in front of them,” you confess, listening to his breathing pick up, “makes me want to suck your cock right in front of them. To show them that you don’t only sound pretty when you sing.”

He’s toying with the button on your skirt now, like he’s contemplating unfastening them, like he’s wrestling with the idea of something he knows he shouldn’t want.

And he is. He’s thinking about laying you right down, of giving it to you right there on the catwalk beneath both of your feet. He’s imagining how lovely you’d sound given the acoustics, he’s wondering how loud he could allow you to be. His beautiful mind is pondering how open you might be to the idea, whether you’d think about the risk of getting caught, whether you’d care even if you did think about it.

“When do I sound pretty, princess? Besides when I sing?” He gives in to how badly he wants you, but forgoes the buttons, choosing to slip his hand under your skirt from behind, instead. “Hm? Tell me.”

“Josh,” it squeaks out of you, and he’s never loved the sound of his own name more. His fingers inch under the hem of your panties in reward.

“You sound pretty when you can’t catch your breath,” the pads of his fingers circle your trembling entrance, gathering your warm, slick, desire, as his opposite forearm snakes around your throat to hold you in place. He listens with rapt attention as you whisper his praises. “And when you moan. When you get close and start to whimper, that’s pretty…the filthy things you say, pretty…even prettier when you cum. I think about it all the time, the way you sound.”

He sinks into you, curling and stroking, petting you from the inside. “Wish they could hear you. All those beautiful little whines when you’re right on the edge. You’re a star, princess. You’re a fucking star.”

Thankful for his centering hold on you, you reach back, gripping his thigh for a moment before grabbing at his cock as your body rolls and arches, free hand squeezing viciously at your breast, urgent and frantic in your need.

With a kiss bestowed upon your temple he brings his lips to the shell of your ear and hums, “Reach down and touch your clit. Rub her just right while I finger fuck your sweet little cunt. Want you to feel good. Can you do that, baby? Can you feel good for me?”

A hurried nod accompanies a breathy gasp of his name as he works you over on stage, on display like art for the gaze of anyone who might happen upon the both of you.

You can’t imagine caring any less. You want this, and you want it now. Let them see.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes, princess.” Your lids drift shut, instantly obeying his gentle command. “You listen so well. My princess likes to make me proud, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” you thrust your hips forward, wanting, needing, him deeper still.

“I’m honored, my love.” His lips are kissing over your cheek, nuzzling and pecking tenderly as he fucks against that heavenly spot deep inside that makes you want to scream. “Keep your eyes closed. Picture them out there. Watching you. Watching you flush and squirm. Watching me want you, watching me touch you, watching me take you apart. Wanting to be you. Wanting to be the girl up here with her cunt wrapped up tight and wet around my fingers…making such a pretty mess of me.”

“Fuck,” the obscenity flits off your tongue as you gush into his palm.

“Yeah?” He taunts, biting tingles into your dewy skin. “You like that? Show them, princess. Show them what a gorgeous girl you are when I make you cum. C’mon, show them how pretty my favorite star shines.”

“Josh, please,” you’re balanced upon the razor, praying to be sliced open and bared to him. It’s so close, but…

“Please what, princess?” He’s rocking his clothed cock against the swell of your ass from behind, fucking those perfect, insistent, fingers into you at a delicious clip, coaxing you nearer and nearer as you soak his skin and your thighs. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you, baby, I’ll fucking give it to you. You know I will.”

Your fingernails want to bury into his flesh, but you’re careful not to leave marks. “I’m gonna cum…” it breathes out of you wildly, as an uncontrollable desperation steps in to steal your sense. “I’m gonna cum. Talk to me, Josh. Talk to me while I cum for you. I want your voice…talk me through it.”

A feral sound growls out of him, but it dissolves into something weak, as though he can’t handle you. “I’ll talk to you princess, don’t you worry that pretty fucking head. I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you. You feel that?”

He tightens his grip, holding you upright, and you fuck against his hand faster in reply, thrusting your hand back to bury into, and pull at, his curls “Yeah you do. My girl feels it. She knows. She knows I’ve got her, and she’s gonna cum pretty just for me, isn’t she?”

You explode into sensation in response. Sparks fly and batter themselves against your nerve endings as you coil up sung around his pumping fingers…pouring and dripping against his skin like warm, floral bath water.

“There you go, sweet girl…” he praises softly, in contrast with the relentless pace his hand is working away at you. “You let it all go, alright? Yes, baby, that’s it. That’s it. Let it out, princess, just for me, let it all out. good girl, fucking sing for me just like that.”

You’re wailing into the empty space, likely alerting anyone still wandering the halls, but you can’t hear yourself and he can’t be bothered to care.

His voice carries you through, groaning your praises as he ruts his aching cock against you, holding you fast and safe in his embrace until you fall limp, a rag doll with his blissful fingers still filling her throbbing cunt.

“That’s my girl, princess…” he kisses along the curve of your jaw, bringing you down gingerly. “So, so good. You’re an angel.”

Head now descending from the rumbling clouds of the storm he’s created, you realize suddenly what you’re faced with, “Josh, I was so loud…we have to go.”

“Not now,” he protests, languidly slipping his fingers in and out of you still.

“Yes, now.” Your thighs tighten, barring his movement, until he shakes out of his stupor.

“Okay, Okay…” he lowers your skirt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you from his wrist and inner forearm as you begin yanking him towards the stage exit. “But I’m about to make sure the whole hotel knows how pretty you can sing, too, princess. You’re a star.”

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