#it's not exactly for anything specific and it's kinda more for me(and my darling) than it is for anyone else

[feral-aether]

Debated for a long while making physical feather refs for my own wings and how they look, but the thing is that they aren't always the same. They tend to shift day to day depending on a variety of things, not last of which are my interests at that time lol. A usual trigger for change is also music 'cause it's just so deeply part of me so it makes sense; as well as some emotions lol

Anyways, here's a list I drew up with the most common bases at the top and some others that have stronger visualizations towards the bottom lol

Fully aware I maybe should have shifted the Eagle and Owl as Hawks and Owls tend to be my default birds, but it's already been written in pen lol

Also, that bit in quotations is often how the visualizations come through in my head. That one in particular is for my Matron and Patron deities, of which I'm gonna do a pair for 'cause that feels better than doing just one. Plus then, I can add little elements from both into the other, largely with colours and little design bits but yeah lol. I have already drawn up bases for the first several here

And props to anyone who can guess the Matron and Patron deity from the colours and description alone lol

[justwinginglife]

The BL Boys React To Your Pet Names

Guys, I did just kinda pick and choose from the boys because there are so many of them and I’m lazy. Wrote this kinda off the top of my head, might do a part two maybe. If you want HCs for a specific boy, either one who wasn’t mentioned or more of one that was mentioned, let me know and I’ll do my best. 

@ouiouimochi this is your sign to write more BL.

Sae Itoshi

The first time you call Sae a pet name, he simply stares at you, seemingly unamused. He doesn’t say anything, but you’re sure he’s probably thinking something along the lines of, “Really? ‘Baby’ was the best you could do?” You quickly cough and change the subject, vowing to never bring up the pet names again. As the day goes by, he realizes you really aren’t going to call him by the pet name again. He waits for you to say it, he doesn’t want to be the one to tell you that he actually enjoyed it, but eventually when he comes to the conclusion that you’re far too embarrassed to ever attempt it again, he sighs and takes you by the chin before giving you a stern look. “Did I say you could stop calling me baby? No, I didn’t. So get on with it already.” You blink, surprised. Then a smile spreads across your face. “Whatever you say, baby.”

Meguru Bachira

Bachira’s grin stretches endlessly when he hears the pet name you’ve so casually let slip from your lips. “Ooooh, so we’ve moved onto pet names, have we? Sounds like so much fun, my turn!” You have to smile at his enthusiasm and you’re honestly curious to see what he’ll pick out for you. It isn’t until he starts whispering every pet name he can think of into your ear, in that low, seductive tone of his that you realize you might’ve started something dangerous. Sweat begins to drip down your neck and your cheeks flush red as he murmurs in your ear, nipping and sucking at the lobe, “How’s my baby doing? My darling. Love of my life. Honey. Princess. Angel.” He purrs each word like he knows exactly what it’s doing to you. “M-Meguru!” You protest, trying to pull away. He holds you firmly in his grip. “I’m not done yet, sweetie.” Just what have you done?

Hyoma Chigiri

Chigiri looks away, and you think he might’ve disliked the pet name, but then he mumbles under his breath, “Say it again.” You grin. “Hi baby,” you coo into his ear. He shivers and then pulls you close to him. “You’re such a tease,” He grumbles. “But you like it though,” You say with a wink. “But I like it though,” He concedes, repeating your words in agreement. After snuggling close to you for a few more moments, he finally says, “You know you can’t take it back, right?” You laugh. “Silly baby. What makes you think I’d take it back? You’re mine for life.” His brows furrow, his mind still clouded with conflict, “Alright, well, if we get into a fight and you’re mad at me, you better still call me baby, you got that? None of this Chigiri or Hyoma shit anymore.” 

Reo Mikage

Reo blinks and then he smirks. “Baby, huh? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. Makes me want to parade you around, in front of the entire team, and have you say it over and over again. Give them something to bitch about later.” You laugh. “That’s not why I said it.” He grins devilishly. “I know, but it’s a perk that comes with it. Why shouldn’t I show you off? Let’s make everybody miserable with how unbearably happy we are together.” He begins to suck and kiss at your neck, unbothered by the fact that he’s acting out in broad daylight. His hands wander your body greedily as proof of the effect the pet name has had on him. “Reo-” You whine, trying to fend off his advances. “Nuh-uh. It’s ‘baby’ now, remember? I won’t answer to anything else anymore. Now, moan it a little louder for me, sweetheart.”  

Seishiro Nagi

“Baby? Oh. Yeah. I guess that is what couples usually call each other. Alright, I’ll call you baby too.” He’s completely unbothered by this new phase in your relationship, and he continues to game on his console without a care in the world. You should’ve known he would react like this, should’ve known it wouldn’t be as big a deal to him as it was to you, but you’ve just spent this whole time psyching yourself up to say it, and if you’re honest, you’re disappointed he didn’t react more. You bite your lip. He peers up at you from his position laying in your lap. “Something wrong?” You muster up a smile and shake your head. He sits up. “That’s not true. Tell me. What’s wrong?” You sigh. “I thought you’d be more… excited by the pet names.” His brows furrow. “I’m thrilled, what do you mean?” Your heart skips a beat. “You…are? You didn’t seem like it.” He caresses your cheek. “I instantly jumped to calling you pet names too, didn’t I? I’m thrilled, baby. I am. Really.” He presses his forehead against yours. “I love you,” He adds for emphasis. He says it so simply but maybe it’s the straightforward way in which he says it that sets your heart at ease, because for him, loving you is as easy as existing.

Rin Itoshi

Rin ushers you into a supply closet and quickly shuts the door. You smirk. “Something wrong, baby?” There’s that word again. He tenses up. “You can’t just call me that in front of the team,” He hisses, cheeks tinging red. You take a step towards him, backing him against the door. Then you dance two fingers up his chest. “But you’re my baby, are you not?” He huffs and crosses his arms in a fake show of annoyance. But he isn’t annoyed. Not in the slightest. In fact, he’s thinking to himself that it’s probably perfect he yanked you into the supply closet because he’s feeling he might melt into a puddle at this very minute and you’ll have to carry him home in a mop bucket. “Yeah, well…” He finally begins to speak, his voice taking on a much softer tone, “Can you just say it when we’re at home alone? I don’t want anybody to see this side of me but you.”  

Shouei Barou

Barou snorts. “Do I look like a baby to you?” You roll your eyes. “Well, I’m not calling you king.” He raises a brow at your attitude. “My lord will do just fine.” A devious look crosses your face. “Oh, you want to play the power game?” You suddenly straddle his lap. “Mind telling me exactly which one of us was whimpering last night, begging for a break?” Barou grits his teeth. You bite back a grin as you snuggle up against him, triumphant. He tenses in frustration, but he allows it. “I’ll try something else then,” You concede, not wanting to tarnish anymore of his ego than you already have. “How about my darling? Or my love?" He wrinkles his nose. “Do I look like some lovesick fool to you?” You raise a brow as if to say “Do you really want me to answer honestly?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Fine. How about, Handsome?” He straightens slightly, interest peaked. Finally. “There he is. Hi, Handsome.” You purr into his ear with a voice that turns even kings into beggars. Looks like he’ll be spending tonight on his knees too.

[badgers-and-cats]

Loki Smut (he has a God complex)

Masterlist // requests are open

18+ MDNI

AFAB/Female reader. (She/her pronouns used)

Warnings: smut under the cut. No plot. Unprotected P in V sex. (Wrap it before you tap it). Choking. Kinda degrading (reader referred to as a toy, etc), pet names (darling, good girl) God complex??? Let me know if I forgot anything

A/N; Not proof read. This was supposed to be short… oops. Not sure how I feel about it tbh

Yesterday i thought of Loki (specifically Ragnorok!Loki) with a God complex when he fucks you, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

Just imagine, he would be pounding into to your wet heat, groaning at the feeling of it welcoming his dick, the sweet mixture of your slick and your cum making it so much easier for him.

You’re already a moaning mess underneath him, you’ve already come undone on his tongue 3 times, and there’s no sign of him slowing down anytime soon.

“That’s it darling… such a good girl for me, taking everything I give you. Such a perfect toy, made for me,” he moans, biting and licking your neck, before wrapping his large hand around it, squeezing it… not hard enough to completely cut off your airflow, but enough to make you a little dizzy.

“Oh… my god,” you manage to get out, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated, but still so so good. He stops suddenly, balls deep inside your pussy, that’s pulsing around his length. His grip on your neck tightens slightly, as he groans and kisses your lips.

“That’s right… I am your God. And you will worship me and take everything I give you. You’re just a set of holes made to please me,” he groans.

You can’t help but to moan at his words, pussy squeezing his dick, as he stays balls deep inside you, moving his hips slightly to reach further inside of your heat.

“P-please, my God, fuck me… God I need you so much,” you manage to get out, his hand still around your neck.

He kisses your lips once more, before flipping you round so your on your hands and knees. His pace is now much more brutal; you’re coming undone within a couple of thrusts, soaking his crotch, cock, and balls.

“Yes, my dirty girl. Cumming all over her God’s cock like a good slut,” he pulls your hair harshly, using it so he can pound into you harder; though you didn’t think he could go much harder than he was already.

“You going to take my seed, slut? Gonna let your God fill you up? Gonna fill your little pussy with my cum, and you’re going to thank me for it, understood?” He demands, his arm now wrapped around your neck, your back against his chest as he bites your earlobe.

“Yes… please, my God… need it,” you beg, moments before he releases inside of you, cum painting your walls and some leaking out of you.

After a moment or two, he gently pulls out, before laying you down on the bed, kissing your forehead and your lips softly; a nice contrast from the brutal fucking.

“Are you okay, my love? You did so well for me,” he says, moving some hair from your face as you both catch your breaths.

“Never better,” you smile softly, kissing him once again, before he runs you a bath and helps you to get cleaned up, praising you and being so gentle. The night ends with gentle kisses, cuddles, and “I love you’s.”

You smile to yourself as you fall asleep, wrapped up in his arms, knowing exactly what to do to him to tease him get him riled up.

All it took was two words. My God. And that he was. Your God.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

heyyy it’s me again😓

i love ur writing sorryy😭 whenever it’s more convenient for you tho could i ask for yan zhongli (im obsessed with that man omfg), ayato and pantalone (again im obsessed w him sorry🥀) with a darling who is like, super high-maintenance? for an example they need to have their hair and nails done or they REFUSE(including them) to go near anyone because they think they don’t look good enough

stay safe, take breaks and make sure u are healthy above everything tho!!💗

-🐚

so i've never been into any of the hair and nails stuff (got my nails done professionally once in middle school, got sick of em after a week and ripped em all off) so i don't know how correct the lingo is, i kinda just went based off what i know from my sister, so i hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including a small bit of delusional behavior, a small bit of obsessive behaviors, no specific pronouns used for the reader but a lot of mentions of reader having their hair/nails/lashes being done, and the rest is just sorta soft. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Zhongli, if you think this man has the mora to pay for anything you’re funny. There is an upside to this though, while he can’t pay to have you get your nails and hair done, or your lashes or for whatever else you wanna get, he can learn to do it for you. Hair and lashes take him a while as they can be more finicky but nails he picks up instantly. Not only is it cheaper but you can describe to him exactly what you want and he’ll be able to do it because he understands you and knows what you mean when you describe things. Plus you don’t have to worry about looking good when you get them done, you can just hang around in your pajamas until everything is finished.

Zhongli listened as you described the design you wanted on your nails, sorting through the assortment of polishes he had collected over his time with you. He’d do anything to please you, and while he couldn’t pay for the things you loved, he could certainly learn to do it for you. He understood wanting to maintain a certain image to the public but he’ll always insist that you look your best when you’re just you. When your hair hasn’t been done in a while, no fake lashes, and when your nails are just painted, no extra things on it. He doesn’t mind appearances, finding that he’s lived too long to base his relationship off something as simple as that, but he does appreciate both sides of you. While he’ll gladly chat about things while he does your nails or gossip while he does your hair, he’ll occasionally remind you that regardless of how you look, he’s always going to love you.

Yandere!Ayato is on top of it, like he schedules and pays for everything. He hires only the best and has them come to you, so that you can get the proper treatment you deserve in the comfort of the Kamisato Estate. You have personal stylists who do your nails, your hair, lashes, wardrobe updates, anything you want and they can do it. They also have some of the hottest gossip about the happenings in Inazuma, giving a proper salon treatment everytime they’re around.

You weren’t sure how Ayato made time to always schedule your appointments and such, keeping more on top of them than you did some days, but you weren’t about to complain about it. Your nail tech and hair stylist were amazing at their jobs, catering to your every whim and doing a phenomenal job at that, like they were born for this kind of work. The stories they brought with them were always just as great, the latest happenings around the city and the nation as a whole, who was doing what now and such on and so forth. Ayato would come to check in on you occasionally throughout your appointment, checking that everything was going well. And of course, when it’s done he expects you to come to his office and show off. He doesn’t care if you interrupt anything, to him you’re his top priority always. Plus he loves to see his darling all dolled up, feeling like the prettiest person in all of Inazuma. In his opinion, you always are, dolled up or not.

Yandere!Pantalone appreciates your intense take on your looks as appearances are a huge thing in his line of work, both on the business aspect and the intimidation aspect. He wants people to see that his accumulated wealth doesn’t go to waste, that he didn’t work for nothing. No, he uses his mass amount of mora to spoil his beloved, someone he has no problem writing checks or opening his wallet for. Anyone else can mind their own, his money is yours. The only downside to this is that he’s a horribly busy man, he’ll find whatever stylists you want and find some way to bring them to the Palace so you can have your appointments in the security of the Harbingers, but it’s up to you to schedule the appointments and keep track of when you’ll need to see them again. Just make sure you tell him when they are when you go to flaunt your new hairstyle and nail’s to him.

Pantalone’s soft smile spread just a bit farther across his face as you came bounding into his office, a bright smile of your own. You had just gotten your hair done and nails touched up and he could tell you were back to feeling like yourself again. While he appreciated all your looks and sides, he loved seeing you smiling and happy, and if that meant spending all this money for you to get pampered, he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand a lot of the words you used as you described what they did to your hair and nails, but he happily listened anyway, his delicate smile never faltering as you retold the whole chain of events. Even if his smile was often for show, when you were around it was never more genuine. He holds your hands in his larger, gloved ones as he looks over your nails, his fingers lightly tracing over the designs with an amused glimmer in his eyes. You were certainly something, and he intended to keep that bright light of yours shining.

[hawkinsoutcasts]

Currently listening to the entirety of Happy Birthday and so far I'm really enjoying it <3 I'm just gonna share my first impressions real quick:

1-Happy Birthday: Has a slightly off-putting/ominous vibe to it, but I think that's on purpose. It weirdly reminds me of the Gorillaz.

2-Choose The Latter: Love the chaotic roller coaster of emotions with this song. Also a really fun beat, I think this would be a good song to learn on guitar.

3-Eat: Another good chaotic song, though I'm not sure what it's about yet. (Will have to really listen to it) It definitely has that Indie Rock vibe with a 60s Psychedelic twist

4-Objection: My personal favorite of the whole album. I just love the guitaring, the lyrics, the story it creates. It's probably the most personal song from Finn, which is why I find it the most interesting. I don't know anything about Finn's past relationship but I bet $20 it had an influence on this song. It's also the most George Harrison-sounding tone to it and I love it for that.

5-Everytown There's A Darling: This one is cute, it's just a quiet little song. This one makes me think of Autumn for some reason. It's also the most Paul McCartney sounding song in my opinion. Not a bad one!

6-Trailers After Dark: This one is a punch in the gut every time I hear it. ;-; It's my second favorite on the album, it's just so beautiful and raw. I interpret this one as being about self love, the comfort that nostalgia brings, and the anxiety that goes with those things. It's the one I relate to the most to be honest.

7-Crown: Damn this one is intense! This one kinda goes into Post-Grunge territory with the aggressive guitar playing and angsty lyrics. If this is meant to represent what Finn's anxiety sounds like...Damn did he nail it. I always feel like, if anxiety was a sound, it would be very chaotic and messy, and this song has that. I really like this one!

8-You: I'm not sure about this one...I might have to listen to it a couple of times and see if it grows on me. I'm not sure exactly what it's saying either, but I'll probably have to read the lyrics as I listen to it to get an idea. Not bad by any means, but I'll have to come back to it.

9-Wait: The beat to this is everything to me, oh my god. This is probably the most Beatles-sounding song as well, specifically it sounds like something from the White Album. I feel like this song is meant to represent burnout or something. He sounds so tired and done with everything, especially when it comes to his career as an actor and musician. (Not assuming that, that's just my interpretation) Either way, it's quite melancholy like "Trailers After Dark" but in a different way. I love it.

Overall, I give this an 8/10. "You" and "Everytown There's A Darling" are ok, but I think I'll need to listen to them more in order to properly appreciate them. Everything else on the album is a bop and I thoroughly enjoy them.

Mr. Finn you've done a damn good job 🫡

[somethin-strange-27]

hellooo!! I loveee your rottmnt au anything with Raph and Big Mama has me in a chokehold and I was wondering a few things abt it

Do Raph and Big Mama's assistant know each other at all? Are they more sibling-like or just kinda know each other?

How does Big Mama treat raph, and what's their whole relationship like?

What's Cara's battle nexus uniform look like(with the most detail as possible pretty please) because id loveee to think about his design. Any art you post of him has me running around in circles

And lastly since Draxum and Big Mama kindaaa know each other, would he know about raph?

anything about your au's are so super cool thank you sooo much if you answer this :D bye byeee!!

i have so much to say about this au it's not even funny. i have like 10+ chapters fully planned out in my mind of his father's son. amount i've actually written? 2.

ANYWAY, ANSWERS TO YOUR QUESTIONS BELOW THE LINE:

while Cara/Raph (the difference and similarities between these two identities is a huge part of the au) gets to know and forms relationships with a couple members of the Nexus staff, I currently have no plans on Big Mama's assistant because having her there kinda ruins all of Rise's previously-established lore. sorry girl. Cara's closest friends are Usagi (yes, THAT Usagi) and Nyx, two other kid fighters in the Battle Nexus who team up to keep him alive after realizing how genuinely nice and naive Cara is. the three of them get into and out of a lot of trouble together.

that's his mama! kinda directly as revenge for the fallout between her and Lou Jitsu, Big Mama almost aggressively takes over the role as Cara's sole parental figure. she loves him, but she loves the idea of getting back at Lou even better. she does genuinely view Cara as her son- she just doesn't exactly know what it means to be a good mother. plus, as a mob boss, she also sees Cara as her successor, which causes...problems between them. Big Mama very much does love her kid. she just expresses it in very bad ways.

believe me: Cara's stylin'. no son (or daughter, or kid) of Big Mama would go into the ring looking drab! the Battle Nexus, though including actual violence and being mostly unscripted, actually functions similarly to modern pro wrestling in a way that Cara REALLY gets into. it wasn't just Leo who got the showman genes, they just need different stages. I've drawn him before a year or two ago (OLD ART CRINGE) but generally: Cara has a black mask, metallic elbow guards, and a skirt with a spiderweb pattern on it. Cara specifically asked for the skirt- he doesn't know it for a while, but Caravaggio is actually bigender! He/She swag. whenever he has to do the real, unfun mob violence, Big Mama always puts him in a suit. on top of that, as the son of a high-profile yokai in the Hidden City, looks are everything. both him, Big Mama, and their stylists are always trying out new costumes and outfits.

oh, Draxum most DEFINITELY knows about Raph. in fact, Draxum and Cara's first interaction is him trying to claim custody of his creation- when that doesn't work, he becomes Cara's sensei instead. Cara is very much not on board with the whole "kill all humans" thing, but Draxum couldn't stand to see his creation wasting its potential. (fun fact: this is actually how Raph and Usagi & Nyx meet. after Draxum accidentally breaks Cara's arm sparring, Big Mama steps in and demands actual age-appropriate combatants. "I didn't even hit him that hard! "Draxum, darling, you're a grown man. Find him a proper sparring partner or I'll find you a grave.")

so...yeah! I have literally SO MUCH about this in my head- please please PLEASE ask me literally any questions you can think of about this au, or any other in my portfolio(??? what would the word here be). thank you so much!! :)

[wendichester]

Hellooo, I hope you're having a beautiful Saturday 💖 not actually a request, but rather to share a thought of mine that you never asked for about safe haven and being a nosy person as usual, and wondering about your own thoughts and what you imagined about it (if don't feel comfortable or don't want to respond this, just ignore it, no problem): I don't know why, but for some reason, every time I read the 2 parts of safe haven, I imagine Annie as Mary Darling from Peter Pan but from the 1953 animated film, no sure why but wtv. And the house it's like the Simpsons' but the exterior it is of bricks. Very random, and weirdly specific, I know 😂

My questions for you are: 1) How did you imagined that John and Annie meet, they seem like each other's opposites, yet John trusted her with Dean and Sammy, smt big must happened to him be able to trust the boys with someone that it's not Bobby. Like, was she a hunter, maybe Annie had a spouse and they were a hunter and that's how they knew of each other's existences?

2) Did you ever thought (even if you have decided to not write more about safe haven) if smt between Annie and John happened, like romantically or sexually? Personally, I can't imagine John giving someone a chance to date or being in a serious relationship, one night stands, flings, maybe, but he literally dedicated his whole life (and also his sons's) to hunt whatever killed Mary and other supernatural beings. Also, I would found it weird John with someone else romantically, I feel like he would be with that someone else in a way to pretend it's Mary. idk, maybe I'm wrong, but that's just me and what I think.

3) How do you imagine Annie's house? Is it the house from a movie or a series? Would you share it with us if so? 😬

4) not a thought or a question but every time I read those two stories, every time there's a dialogue between Annie and Sam or a moment between them, in my mind I'm replaying Mama's boy, but instead Annie's boy 🥹 I know Dean only had his mom only 4 years, almost nothing, which it's so sad, I know, but at least he had some memories with her, Sammy had nothing, and it wasn't when he was already an adult that he had some type of mother figure, so for me safe haven it's extra special 🩷

I'm sorry for this vomit of words, but it seemed I wanted to write 😂

heartbroken that this got lost between requests and i'm only now seeing it. but better late than never, imma right? honestly these questions are soo good and layered, i am in awe at this. i want to snuggle up on a blankie and sip some hot choco as we dewlve into this 😙

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 1 : john and annie meeting okay so, yeah... on paper they are opposites because annie is portrayed as warm, soft, slow to judge. and john's a storm in boots, angry at the world. kind of a dick. BUT! he does trust her--and you're right, something huge had to happen for him to trust her with something as important as his kids. thinking about it, i'd go for something as simple as them meeting through annie's late husband, who was also a hunter. i image john and annie's husband were on a hunt once--something really bad, like a witch coven that had already claimed a few kids. and maybe john's life got saved because of a charm annie made, something protective she slipped into his duffle without asking, without fanfare. her husband dies on a later hunt--not with john, maybe a year or so later--but john never forgets her. because she's the kind of woman that never asks for anything but gives everything. and that kinda strikes a little bit too close to someone he used to know. she keeps to herself. not exactly a hunter, but safe. reliable. home. so, when john hits a wall one day, too injured or too raw to drag the boys along, he drives to annie's, unannounced. and she opens the door like she was expecting him and just reassures him with something along the lines of "they'll be alright with me".

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 2 : did something erver happen between john and annie so... kinda. but like you, i don't think john could genuinely give anyone a shot romantically--not really. he was too obsessed, too broken. and honestly, too damn guilty. because i could see him wanting annie--one or two times where they almost crossed that line--but in the end john stopped himself. because being with annie would feel too close to healing. and john didn't want to heal. healing meant letting go of mary, and that was never an option for him. maybe he kissed her. but just once. and pulled away like it burned. and annie didn't chase him, because she understood he wasn't hers to fix. if i'd have to label it, i wouldn't exactly describe it as love or lust... more tragic, like they're war-bonded. like old scars that never quite forget.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 3 : annie's house

if i had to describe annie's house it would be kinda like the bennet's family house from pride and prejudice (2005)--but aged down to a cozier scale, like a single-story farmhouse with creaky wood floors and sun-washed windows. a wraparound porch. mismatched mugs in the cupboard. a braided rug in the hallway, the kind that tickles your feet. oh, and there's always something baking. because she just loves the way cinnamon clings to the air.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 4 : annie's boy okay, first of all--ouch?!! my heart, ma'am. second of all--yes! sam didn't get a mom. he got stories, a faded picture, and a lullaby dean probably hummed once without even realizing he remembered it. but annie? she gave him soup and clean sheets and looked at him like he was precious. she saw sam, not as a responsibility, but as a child. and she never asked dean to grow up faster or to be her second-in-command. she just gave him space to exhale.

overall, i just think our boys grew up in such a messed up way, yet they're such kind souls. i believe it would only be fair for them to have someone such as annie to watch over them every once in a while. to show them compassion. and kindness. and patience. and that making mistakes and feeling down and being sad was alright.

read the safe haven drabbles ( part 1 , part 2 ) .ᐟ

[starsthoughtsonthings]

[[Tiny little dialogue piece to write out how I mentally played out that I'm now using those earrings on him and a little bit of, I think eyeliner is the word. Purple is Ari, red is Astarion. Happens after the reveal that he's a vampire, and after their first night together.]]

"Now that we've gotten closer... let me suggest some improvements."

"Improvements?" Astarion looked up to Ari when she walked up to him with these words, repeating the word with a gasp of offense. "My dear, are you planning to critique the centuries of experience I've honed the art of companionship?"

"Oh no, nothing like that - I'm not out for hurting your self-esteem." Which isn't to say she wouldn't have suggestions, like how she could feel that he wasn't fully into it which only further confirmed her suspicions that he was putting up an act at the very least to a degree, if not completely; or how on the ground somewhere within the forest wasn't exactly a spot she'd choose - but that wouldn't do anyone any use to bring up. Walking up close, she leaned in to put one hand on the side of his face. "I meant, more like... appearances."

"Excuse me?" For just a moment, Ari could see in his eyes and expression that speaking like she was going to criticize his looks hit a bit deeper perhaps still than if she would be speaking about their night in the woods. His hand took hers away from his face, and instead holds on to it. "If you're trying to insinuate that I am not beautiful, I'll have you know I have been told too many times that I am to believe your words."

She chuckled. "You certainly are beautiful. You don't really think I'd have agreed to anything with you otherwise, do you?" Maybe she would have - he was fascinating in more than just his looks, but that wasn't the point here. "No, all I mean to suggest is... you could do more." And since he was going to ask what exactly she meant next, Ari decided to elaborate already. "Take your ears for example. They're pretty, and these little rings are a nice addition, but... I've seen those clamps you stashed a little ago. I'd have taken them for myself, but, gold really isn't my color. I don't think we should sell those, though, they would look great on you."

"I'll choose what I accessorize with myself, thank you very much," he waved dismissively and let go of her hand. It seemed he didn't much enjoy her suggestion, but regardless, Ari wasn't done yet.

"And... your eyes. Those wonderful, alluring, dark and enticing eyes." Those compliments clearly eased his mood a bit again, and Ari grinned. "They would work even more on, well, everyone, with just a little bit of accentuating." She gestured to her own makeup, more specifically to the accents of black around her eyes. "I assume you can't really do that yourself, because mirrors, but... I'd be happy to help."

He gave her another little grimace, though Ari simply kept smiling. "Thank you, darling, but I don't see need for that."

"Of course," she nodded. "Just let me know once you decide you want to look your absolute best." She knew it had to be on his own accord, so that he didn't directly agree was no surprise. Ari was rather sure he'd consider her suggestions though, and soon he would try both of these things.

[[Some more author's blabber below the cut]]

Wow. Okay. I just wanted to write a "flirty little snippet" of dialogue between the two where she convinces him to try those earrings and the makeup, and then Ari just kept pressing kinda the wrong buttons and it turned out like this instead. Now I'm honestly not quite sure anymore if I'd consider this a canon dialogue for them, maybe it would have gone smoother and I simply failed to do it properly - but I'll post this anyway.

Parts of her dialogue hurt me to write because how dare she imply things like that to him, but uh, yeah. To be fair, at this point, she doesn't know many details about his past yet. But still, ouch.

[nogenderbee]

Night Ride with Haruka

Happy birthday to my darling idol!

TagList: @bleachtheidiot

In recent days Haruka had way too much work on her head. Since she's an idol, she wanted to throw a birthday show which only added onto everything. She had to take care of environment, costumes, songs and all that stuff since she wanted it to be perfect and for everyone to have fun. Of course she accepted some help but it wasn't enough.

You figured out that you might at least plan something for her so she can rest, so you suggested picking her up from concert which she gladly accepted!

Soon after you heard them all say goodbye and everyone started to leave, you noticed your girlfriend heading to you. You were in more isolated corner since you know how much she hates getting you dragged into all of that.

"Hi, sorry for making you wait. More people wanted to wish me happy birthday than I expected..."

"Not a surprise. You're their idol, it's natural they want to show they appreciate you. But it's kinda sweet of them!"

"Yes... I asked girls to hold in gifts for me since I didn't wanted to drag them here with me... so we're all good to go."

You gave her a happy nod and that's when your ride began. Just you, your girlfriend and a motorbike. Streets were rather quiet so she finally had a break. And you could feel it by the way she laid her head on her back. Of course she wasn't falling asleep but she was just resting and you couldn't be more happier!

"Are we going anywhere specific?"

"I figured out the best for you is to go home. But sky is clear so maybe we can have a bit longer ride if you're not this tired?"

"Sounds good to me!"

"I'm glad. Happy Birthday then Haruka. I hope you enjoy it even tho this day is coming to an end."

During the ride, you were mostly resting in comforting silence, sometimes she was looking at the sky and so were you whenever you got the chance, but you were also simply chatting from time to time about topics that passed your head!

Maybe your idea wasn't anything shocking but you could tell that it was exactly what she needed. A moment of relaxation she deserved so much!

❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉⊱•═•⊰❉

[pricegotmedickmatized]

HIIIIIII hi helloooo hiii i've seen you around and i decided like. ur writing is sooo yummy lemme do a little scrolly scroll to see what else i can devour here and. ouuughe my gowd. oufhhe my lordt. houghely fuaack. stepbro gaz fic. oh my god. like. i feel crazy. like ok so lemme be so entirely for realsies. i've always been like essentially 'oh yeah i tangentially get the whole step!xyz thing, makes sense n all. not my immediate go-to, but i get it' BUT THIS WAS. WWEHA., i feel like it was such a personal direct attack.....likes...ouughe....not to be like. too real or whatevsss but Reader n i r soo shaking hands...eldest daughter, pseudo second mom, chose a college specifically so i could stay home and help out..kinda dont have a life.....yeagh....but like oh my goddd SWOONING over darling knight mr garrick....he's so warm...so kind....i want.....gimme.!!! tears rolling down my eyes AND my thighs thank u very much!!!! will now spend the rest of this month daydreaming about being rescued by the beautiful charming enchanting kind knight that is kyleeee <3333 also also addendum but SOOO intrigued by whatever the hell is going on w kyle's bio father here....bc like wtf it feels like kyle went to him like 'i want this one. you shut up and fuck off.' like either that or some specific event [a fight? argument? maybe something kyle took care of while bio j watched?] happened like. years ago and mr bio realized he was so entirely outmatched by his son in every way possible he j went 'ok this is my life now.' like the vibe there was sooooo freakay interesting....

N E WAYS!1 sending u a flying peck on the cheek and a basket of snackums thank u sooooo so so so much for all the delicious scrumptious yummy writing you share w us <3333

-🐁 [perhapys....maybe....i shall be....mouse anon....?......scampers away mousily....!]

ok FIRST OF ALL this ask was so genuinely sweet and kind that I think it might actually make me cry, you have no idea how much it means to me that you took the time to say all of this in my inbox about the stepbro gaz fic, that literally anyone but me (and the wifey gothghostiie obvs) like it this much frankly baffles me i'm so flattered and soft rn mousie, thank you so so so so much!!!

(and of COURSE you can be 🐁 anon!!!)

also you're so right on because there's so much backstory i didn't get to cover with gaz and his bio dad since it wasn't from his pov. that boring ass 'man' lives in total TERROR of gaz (rightfully so) and he knows that if he were to lift a finger around reader, even breathe in her direction, gaz would gut him with his dinner fork.

gaz knows exactly what kind of people his bio dad and step mom are and he hates them deeply. he only tolerates them (or pretends to) for reader's sake, and once that's not necessary anymore he doesn't keep up the pretense. i also imagine that when he collects all of the things that belong to reader, he collects the cat and their half brother (the cat goes to Price, i'm pushing the agenda for cat lover Price!!) and custody of their half brother goes to Soap because Soap fucking loves kids and wants to be a dad more than anything and they want the little guy to be in their lives, and they also recognize that leaving anything living in the hands of their parents is The Worst Idea Ever, but that doesn't mean that they have to become parents...not yet at least

[whitegirljoshuamacheath]

ATTENTION I CAN DO THST I CAN GUVE YOU ATTENTION

Tell me abour hr new oc or or or chnt please please pleaee

sterllinggggg,,,,,,, my newest darling boy. fun fact i only have two male ocs and they both have s names. silly to me. anyway

sterling is. a chnt oc. heart. i imagine hes a big builder kinda guy (6'1, massive muscles with a cute little baby face. linebacker build basically) who comes to rebuild cabin dung beetle over the course of a summer and stays in a room in the nurses office.

because of this, he gets close with juniper and rowan, who are helping to oversee the building (it was junipers cabin, after all) and has an eye for a very specific weird little man bodied guy. he's too nervous to ever say anything to joshua but he admires from a distance and gets pointed at by yvonne, who Knows. cuz shes amazing

definitely a silly goofy guy. pulls silly little pranks on people. glitter in a shampoo bottle, gibberish notes treated like theyre too secret documents, stuff like that.

relatively well-liked by lucille solely because he keeps the campers happy with his pranks and keeps a lot of them out of real trouble by teaching them the more harmless pranking style. he doesnt know this and she will never tell him. treats him exactly the same as everyone else. has asked him to play chess though. scolded him the whole time. hes better at cards

moderately close with sydney too. important to note that. goes out of his way to make sydney feel better on bad days, including taking over announcements when sydneys having bad pain days (esp because jedidiah Still hates doing announcements)

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #2: Friends Help Friends Cum.

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be posted until next week. But , I think in light of the current state of Twitter, we could all use a reset. So, here you go. warnings: smut.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here?" Matty walked straight up to her in the crowded room, drink in one hand, a blunt in the other.

She all but jumped out of her skin. "Holy shi- hello to you, too!" All this time and self-restraint she'd wasted trying to avoid him, not keep her eyes on his every move or watch his every interaction at the party, not think about his hand between her legs the other night, his voice encouraging her, his touch lighting her up, he has ruined it all in 5 seconds.

"Seriously, this party's kinda depressing. Wanna go someplace else?"

"Did you have somewhere in mind?"

Matty shrugged, "not really. could be out on the front steps for all I care. Just- something about being surrounded by all of this" He waved his armed in no specific shape or direction, "it's just- sad."

she nodded. Matty took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and led her, confidently, through the crowd. She was devastated. She never imagined herself to be such a cliche. The whole "inexperienced, bumbling idiot catches feelings for the bad boy who occasionally sleeps with her" thing is such a tried and tired trope. And, yet, here she finds herself, sweating through her top because he's holding her hand when he didn't necessarily NEED to. She always thought if she were to make a fool of herself over a boy, she’d at least be original about it. But the truth is that her experience is one she shares with all the women in his phone.

***

"I have to say, I never thought I'd see the day that Matty Healy willingly leaves a party early." She took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, passing the glass back to him. "I mean, we're literally four feet away, on the stairs, but still."

Matty laughed softly, looking up at the sky and considering her words, as if an answer were written in the nights stars. After a moment's pause, he simply shrugged. "Just trying to grow up, I guess."

"That's-"

"Pathetic ?"

"Hot, actually." the words that left her mouth surprised her. She blushed instantly, internally kicking herself for being so careless with her tongue. If Matty was thrown off, he didn't show it.

"I thought you liked my, umm- wait, what did you always used to call it?"

"Sophisticated dickhead act." she reminded him. It sounded more like condemnation.

"Ah, yes! ‘Sophisticated dickhead.’ that's it."

"You pulled it off beautiful, don't get me wrong. But, doing the difficult thing and being a responsible adult, that's...gonna get you so laid."

They both laughed.

"Speaking of getting laid." Matty quirked an eyebrow, looking at her suggestively. "I'm just the right amount of sad, horny, and stoned. Wanna go somewhere?"

"My place."

***

“Lay down for me?” Matty adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them up so they’d be comfortable for her. She blanked for a moment. Focusing a little too much on the “for me.”

“yes- okay.”

“thanks, Darling.”

Oh, she was so in for it. Desperate for a change of topic, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “So, what’d you have in mind for today?”

Matty giggled. “You make it sound so clinical.”

“well, we’re not exactly, making love or anything.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Matty hesitated for a moment, his brows curled. “No, I guess we’re not- anyway, I, umm, was going to ask you if you like getting head?”

Now, that, was a swift transition. “I- uhh- sorry, what?”

“do you like it when guys go down on you?” He asked, bluntly, yet again.

“I, uhhh. No. Sorry.” She squirmed away in embarrassment. “No, don’t apologize! I’m glad I asked first!”

unprompted, she began to offer up all sorts of explanations. “It’s always boring. Either doesn’t feel pleasurable at all, or feels kinda gross like they’re drooling on me or something. And then there’s that weird feeling of guilt. Like- like, they’re at least trying so I have to be nice about it. I can’t tell them to stop, can I? So- umm…I just end up faking it to get them to quit.”

“Oh, I see.”

“what?” She could see a look on his face that she wasn’t able to read. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Matty, tell me!”

“It- well, it just sounds like these guys didn’t know what they were doing. And- I mean, if we were to do it, I would never make you have to fake it.”

“oh, really? Is that so?” She smiled, mildly intrigued by the idea. “yeah, I mean- this is, like, the wankiest shit I’ve ever said- I don’t mean to mansplain the female orgasm to you- I just- I’ve had great reviews is what I’m saying. But, I don’t wanna push it. If you say you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. We’ll just do something else-“

“no, no. Hold on a minute. I wanna try.”

“you do?”

“yeah, I mean, that’s the point of this-“ she stuttered for a moment, “this sex education course…”

“Is that what we’re calling it, then?” Matty chuckled, making her wonder if he meant anything by this question. Did he want it to be what they’re doing? Did he not? “Alright, let’s give it a try. But if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at any moment, you let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”

she smiled, nodding. “if you’re too overwhelmed to speak in the moment, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll stop. Okay? That’ll be our signal.”

*** She couldn’t deny it. Matty was right. He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as she’d suspected, it was all in the foreplay. The way he’d delicately touched her, whispered into her ear every single obscene thought that he looked forward to “showing” her and “teaching” her. The way his hands grazed past her nipples, ran down her legs. Hover over her thighs. She was already wet before his tongue had even touched her. “Relax, darling. Don’t worry about a thing, yeah? No pressure.” There was that ‘darling’ again. At long last, he dipped his head between her thighs, licking into her. She gasped, her body raising slightly, before Matty’s firm grip over her waist kept her in place. Something about his strong arm pinning her down so effortlessly stirred desire within her, so when she felt his mouth at work again, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. “Holy shit! Matty- I- ahh”

Soon, she’d abandoned the idea of remaining quiet. She was begging and moaning for him. Matty pulled away from her with an obscene slurping sound. “How’re we doing, honey? Still feeling good? Havin fun?”

she appreciated the check in but she also desperately wanted him to shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Fun. Just please-“ her hand reached for his hair, shoving him back down. She imagined that he was smiling. *** ”hey, you look…all blissed out. So it wasn’t fake then?” Matty grinned down at her as she struggled to catch a breath after her orgasm. “Absolutely not.”

“good to know.” He winked. “Okay, now your turn.” She sat up on her elbows, looking at him with anticipation.

“what?” He laughed nervously. “you scratch my back; I scratch yours. Drop your jeans, Healy. Let’s go.”

“we don’t have to do that right now, you know. It’s not a transaction. That’s not the point-“

“I want to. Please? C’mon. Unless you’re not in the mood, then-“

“For you? Im always in the mood.”

*** “Fuckin hell, baby. So good for- just relax your jaw- open up a bit more, that’s it.” Matty mumbled something under his breath, his head tipped backwards, his eyes clothes. “Fuckin perfecttt.”

She felt her breathing flatten, fighting the urge to move her mouth, she kept going, even attempting, at one point, to surprise him and take more of him into her mouth. Unfortunately, her eagerness was not reflected in her gag reflex.

Matty’s eyes shot open, looking down at her. “You alright? Gosh, why did you do that for. I didn’t say you needed to!”

“sorry, sorry, I’m fine! I just thought- I don’t know what I thought.” She look downwards, still heaving and coughing, and now embarrassed. Matty reached over and wiped at the drool with the back of his hand. “Good students follow instructions. Just do as I say, will you?”

she nodded. “You wanna keep going?”

“yeah” as soon as she opened her mouth back up, she realized that she did, not, in fact want to keep going. She reached for his hand and squeezed it three times, instantly getting his attention. “what? What is it, baby?”

“jaw is tired. Don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He pulled away immediately. “Alright. That okay. Thanks for telling me.”

***

“so, how’s that jaw?”

she rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Matty! Just like the last five times you asked.”

“And your knees?” His arms squeezed her closer to his side. “my knees never hurt in the first place. Cuz you set down a pillow and all.”

“okay. Just makin sure.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Your dick is not that powerful. You ah end broken me.”

Matty chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s go to sleep then.” He turned his back towards her for a moment, to turn out the bedside lamp. “Hey, what are we?” He asked, flicking the switch off. The darkness hid her shocked and confused expression. “What?”

“I mean, I know I’m showing you all these things…but, I guess I never know if that’s all it is?”

“w-what do you mean?” Her heart drummed with anticipation. He feels it, too. He thinks about it, too. It’s not all in her head. “I mean, I never know where the boundaries are…like, am I allowed to kiss you? Like when we greet each other and stuff?” He paused for a moment. “Nah, that would get too confusing, wouldn’t it? Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? We’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. Yeah?”

“y- umm- right. Yeah. Friends don’t kiss.”

“okay. Glad we cleared that up. Goodnight.” he rolled over on his side, eventually falling asleep. Leaving her wide awake right by his side.

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Brain rot about the same Solomon from his darling appertince getting jealous of Satan tutoring mc in HIS best subject and him taking mc to the school’s library after everyone is gone and…..

Anon, your brain deserves a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates! Oof how I love this!

⚜️

Everyday you and Solomon talked about your dorms, telling each other about anything and everything that happened. Usually you have way more to report while he sits back and chuckles.

You sighed. "...and before dinner, Lucifer suddenly called a meeting and assigned Satan to tutor for the upcoming exams, so Satan took Levi and me- Solomon? You... okay?"

Solomon didn't realise exactly how fast his expression had changed. How his knuckles turned pale white, how his eyes widened in rage or how blue flames shot out of his fingers.

"Oh sorry. One of my new magic stones must be acting up again." He controlled himself. "Please continue, what did Satan teach you?"

"Seductive speechcraft. Can you believe it's an actual subject?" You shook your head in disbelief. Solomon's jaw tightened again. "He was only teaching you? Alone?"

"No, Levi was there too. Jeez, he made me seduce both of them." You chuckled. "And the best part is how easy it was. I mean simply meowed at Satan and I was done!"

But, you'd look so cute meowing on your hands and knees.

Solomon grit his teeth and shook his head. Lately you were making your way into his head in such lewd scenarios, he had to control himself magic.

"I see. Well, what's the next subject he's supposed to teach you?"

"Devildom history." You groaned. "By far the most tedious. It's going to take days to cover all the material. I just hope I don't fall asleep midway."

Solomon grinned. History is his forte. He can take care of this for you, in the best possible way. "Say, MC, I'm fairly skilled at the subject myself. Would you like me to teach you instead? I can even correlate with human history to give you a better understanding of the timeline."

Your eyes sparkled. "Yes please! That will be so much better! I'll go inform Satan. Thank you, Solomon!" Excited, you pressed a kiss on his cheek in gratitude.

Once isn't nearly enough. Do it again. Please.

"Haha sure. It pleases me to talk to someone who actually understands what I'm talking about, you know?" Solomon talks, still dazed from your kiss. "Meet me at the Central Library at 8, tomorrow."

⚜️

"There you are, MC." He patted the seat next to himself. "Come sit. I already took whatever books we need from the shelves."

You smiled and thanked him. "The library seems kinda empty today. It's usually more crowded, isn't it?"

"Indeed. I wonder why." He lied. As if he didn't specifically choose this time and place. He sat back, letting your fragrance fill the air around him. "Now, then shall we get started?"

He counted each time you gripped his thigh and laughed, each time playfully elbowed his arm and especially the times you laid your cheek on his shoulder to read off the pages.

11. 6. 15.

"I didn't know history could possibly be that fun! You should teach classes instead of that teacher we have." You frowned and shook your head. "Hey look, they dimmed the lights. Looks like we're the only ones left."

"Indeed." Solomon leaned in towards you. "Want to stay longer? See if something happens?" You smiled cheekily, nodding. He remembered your kiss from yesterday. Surely it meant he was allowed to embrace you with one too?

"My curious little apprentice, aren't you?" He let his lips fall on your cheek. So supple. So soft. His kiss lingered much longer than a casual kiss is supposed to. Yet you didn't mind. Only stared at him with a blushing face.

Something more fun was about to happen tonight.

[albeyo]

sweetest pie

[kaeya x reader]

you've never been to heaven, have you?

kaeya has been through so much, and because of that, he deserves so much more.

warnings: sugar baby kaeya :D, soft dom, "sugar daddy" is used for reader but their gender is undecided, modern au, slight mentions of mistreatment and human trafficking

With the physic kaeya owned, He knew he would best at tempting people and stripping them of their money. Even his personality accommodated for it. Flirting came naturally to him and his body moved gracefully yet sultry. He knew he would be perfect for the job. It's why he took on sugar baby offers given to him by old men commenting on his Instagram posts. through that, he quickly finds out that taking in sugar daddies/mommies in that way is a bad idea. His accidental free sex work without anything in return or being exploited off his nudes. Even when he contractually got a sugar daddy, all that happened was sex. Kaeya received the bare minimum, though it wasn't until he heard the old man planning to sell him off did he decide to end the contract and run away.

Kaeya thinks back to his scumbag of a first sugar daddy. As if he was just another toxic ex he had a long time ago which, to be fair, he kinda was. He thinks of all the other bad things that happened to him in his "career." From dealing with weird fetishes to almost being sold off, it's been a very eventful job.

He sighs while wearing only his silk robes as he wanders through his current residence; an expensive condominium that hovers over the city of mondstadt, giving him a view of the entire city like no other. He couldn't even dream of living here if he stayed with that scumbag. The condo wasn't the only thing luxurious item he had. He had designer everything, the latest editions of devices available, wines from all over the world, and more. Everything he earned from being hot and pretty from someone, specifically his current sugar daddy.

(Name) is a businessman, or at least that is how they introduce themselves. Kaeya doesn't know what kind of business it is they operate but this job pays him too so he doesn't concern himself much about it. He can't help but be curious though, especially when he's given so much time to himself. He tries to think of the possibilities on what (name)'s business could be. Considering (name)'s personality and net worth there wasn't much he could think of other than illegal works, but he doubts (name) with dabble with such work.

As kaeya thinks to himself, he hears the doorknob jiggle and opens. Revealing the devil that is (name).

"Hey there, love. Enjoying yourself?" (name) mentions as they walk closer to their darling, quickly but sweetly kissing kaeya's lips. "very much so. How about you? did you enjoy yourself at work?" kaeya pats down (name), dusting the non-existent dust off of their suit. "Very funny of you, love. You know best how work treats me." Kaeya chuckles to himself as he is reminded of the many times (name) would absolutely wreck him when work proved itself to be very stressful. "Maybe you were hoping for me to let it all out today on you, hm? You do know that if wanted the same treatment you could just ask."

as much as kaeya loved those hate-lust-filled nights it's not exactly what he's opting for tonight.

"You work so hard to support your little whore." kaeya leans in to catch (name) into a deep kiss, making sure to let his hand wander all over (name)'s body. (Name) pulls away to trail kisses up to kaeya's ear. "Of course, i gotta treat him right." He whispers as he resumed to kissing kaeya all over.

"hng~ then.. please treat me right~"

Kaeya deepens the kiss making sure (name) is linked to his tongue. His hands find themselves tangled in (name)'s hair. (name)'s hands traveling lower and lower kaeya's body. Suddenly carrying kaeya's body onto the couch. "The couch will have to do, for now, love. As you've said, i gotta treat my whore right, and I should do it as soon as possible" (name) trails kisses once more, but this time they trail down to kaeya's chest. untying the ribbon that's holding up his robe to have access to his body. (Name) immediately dives down to suck all over kaeya's breasts and nipples, prompting multiple loud moans from the man beneath them. (name) looks at kaeya's face, seeing how kaeya is freely moaning, they hitched their hand lower. As (name) happily sucks on kaeya's tits, their hands went to pay attention to kaeya's hard cock.

"a-aH~ mhmm (n-name)~" kaeya moans as he looks down to see all the activities done on him. His tits were all bruised and wet from the sucking, and his cock now standing proud in (name)'s hand being teased at the same time. "You like seeing yourself like this, love? you love it when you see yourself done right, no?" (name) then proceeds to pump kaeya's hard cock slowly, but fast enough to give him a bit of stimulation.

"Hng- nghmm~ (Name), please" kaeya pleads to (name). His horniness being off the roof cause of (name)'s gentle care of him.

"You haven't answered me, love. Just a simple yes, and you could have anything from me. So answer me, kaeya,"

Kaeya trashes around trying to fuck himself on (name)'s hand, all the while he tries to answer. "ngh- yess~ haah.. i love to see when you make me like this~" Kaeya's answer was all that (name) needed. Not wanting to prolong it, they pull away from kaeya's chest and reach their head lower. Kaeya had no time to react to the lack of stimulation when he immediately felt (name)'s tongue lick his cock. He looks down again to see (name) with their tongue out making direct eye contact with him before taking him fully in their mouth.

"Mhmm~! Fuuuck, (name)- aAhH~" Kaeya freely moans, feeling everything (name) does to his cock. He feels the back of (name)'s throat, their teeth occasionally grazing his cock, and more. (Name) moans around him, making sure kaeya feels it all over himself. Pulling themselves off for a moment, continuously jerking kaeya off. "Don't hold back on me now, kaeya. grab my hair, fuck yourself in my mouth, do everything you want." And kaeya does just that. Holding onto (name)'s hair and humping up, as if (name)'s mouth were a fleshlight made only for kaeya.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ mhmm! 'm gonna cum- hng~" it was embarrassingly for kaeya to cum so early, but the entire day of pent up horniness was to blame for his current endeavor.

(name) stays still as kaeya keeps moaning and fucking their mouth, only wanting to please his whore.

It takes merely a few seconds for kaeya to come in (name)'s mouth, coating it all with his semen. (Name) slowly pulls away from his cock, climbs up to his face, and kisses him. Kaeya happily accepts the kiss when he feels (name) push his own cum down his throat, nonetheless, kaeya gulps it down. They pull away with a string of saliva and maybe some cum connecting them.

"mhmm (name), i want more.. fuck this whore of yours<3"

Both of them are breathless but knows that the night is far from over.

[thecontumacious]

Hey there! I saw your fnaf hcs and I just finish watching vox stream fnaf so can I request a part 2 to the hcs where their first date is another streaming of fnaf? I’m looking forward to it, thanks a bunch!

Nothing More Romantic

Pairing: Vox Akuma x Streamer!GN!Reader (part 2)

Cheeky Little Things | Vox Akuma x Streamer!GN!Reader (part 1)

a/n: i'm glad you both loved that and i'm more ecstatic to know you guys are interested in a part 2~ the hc's might not be exactly how you wanted anons, and i sincerely apologize if it's not up to your expectations (T⌓T) hopefully you'll enjoy what i've come up with regardless!

vox akuma 🟢 : hey y/n

y/n l/n 🟢 : yes vox?

vox akuma 🟢 : what would you do if i were there to meet you irl?

y/n l/n 🟢 : tbh idk i guess i’d just hang out with you?

vox akuma 🟢 : okay good now open your door

y/n l/n 🟢 : VOX WHAT THE FUCK STOP KIDDING AROUND

vox akuma 🟢 : okay fine.

you cock your eyebrow at the alarming message, wondering what vox was up to this time before hearing a horrific knocking on the bedroom door, as you lived alone.

“y/n?”

was that--

“VOX WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK”

“you said not to kid around so i let myself in! keys are nothing in the face of a demon, you know," and even from behind a door, you can hear the mischief in his voice

“fuck you! you know that’s not what i meant!! wait outside!”

vox chuckles from the other side of the door, crossing his arms as he hears you shuffle around inside doing who knows what

“are you hiding what i shouldn’t see here in there, dear?”

“n-NO IM NOT”

vox lets out a laugh, “of course you aren’t.”

“shut up vox!” you retort

after a while, the door finally cracks open and there you were, shyly hiding behind the door in your pajamas

vox paused

and absolutely lost it upon seeing you in this unprepared state

YOU’RE TOO CUTE٩(๑ `н´๑)۶

but the demon keeps his composure as best he can and said, “hello love, mind if i come in?”

“i kinda do, yeah,” you smile at him bitterly(╬≖_≖). “could you have not warned me at least????”

“surprises are always fun, aren’t they?”

“oh, are they? i, in fact, dislike them when they specifically come from you,” you glare him down.

“alright, sorry. is that what you wanted me to say, darling?”

“sorry won’t cut it!”

that’s when you suddenly feel the door being opened against your will and you are suddenly thrown against it, pressed up by vox who towers over you with ease

“what else do you want me to do to make it up you, hm?” he leans down and whispers into your ear, “you indeed have many demands for me.”

“v-vox--“ you want to say so many things but you’re too flustered to do anything, too caught up by the fact vox akuma was in your room

“speak up, my dear,” the said demon smirks.

but you can only stare up at him, words completely lost. you never rly got to see him so up close like this, in person…

he was absolutely beautiful

vox pulls away just a bit and he notices you staring at him, words unspoken

so what he does is boop your nose to catch you off guard.

v(・∀・*)

what a bully >:(

broken out of your daze, you see him snickering delightfully. you blush hard and push him off of you.

“f-fuck off… “ you curse as steam leaves your ears

“was i too much?” vox follows you and offers you a slightly sympathetic smile

you roll your eyes and choose not to answer, definitely not to feed his ego

you leave your bedroom and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass before turning to vox again who had tailed you here

“do you want anything? tea maybe?”

“it’s alright, i don’t want to bother you.”

“oh don’t be so polite now, voxie,” you roll your eyes. the demon chuckles.

“i won’t be long, so no need for the hassle.”

you sigh, “fine.”

“so what brings you here, voxie? surely not just to bully me?”

vox pouts, “don’t look at it like that, y/n. i only did it because you look so cute.”

“humor me, won’t you?”

“so i shall,” he says. “i just wanted to see you is all.”

you pause and then look at him properly

“that's all? you sure?”

vox chuckles, “no not rly. one more thing.”

the demon stands up, then approaching you.

“i wanted to talk about earlier today. what happened right post stream”

oh

continuation utc!

you take a deep breath and indicate him to continue, “what about it?”

“i want to clarify something,” vox begins, fixing his gaze on you. “how do you truly feel about me? about... us?”

you lean back as you feel your heart thrumming against your rib cage

how you felt about him huh?

“you make me smile, vox. i feel safe around you so i tend to be myself more. and whenever you leave, i miss being with you. i... would like to know about the prospects of 'us' too,” god, was that too much? your face reddens so you look away, terribly embarrassed and flustered because obviously, this was the one true time you’ve ever relaid your real feelings for this demon

it didn't help the fact this was your first real life meeting with him too

fingers make their way to your jaw that makes you look up, making you stare straight into vox’s glowing yellow eyes

his gaze is gentle and though your heart is still erratic, you don’t panic when he holds you

“there’s no need to be embarrassed, y/n,” he whispers, smiling. “because i feel the same way. if not, more. do you feel this?”

vox reaches for your hand and places it on his chest, so you feel the rapid beating of his heart

“this is your doing. this heart belongs to you now.”

god, why was he so good with his words...?

vox lets go of your hand, “but i don’t want to rush you. i’m here to know what your feelings are. i’m not here to pressure an answer.”

you ache for the warmth of his hand again, but you held yourself back for both of your sakes

“i understand,” you nod. “i’ll think this through, okay?”

vox smiles. “alright. i have to go now, i’ll see you soon.”

“and i you, voxie.” you watch him leave the kitchen and when you exit the room yourself, he’s already gone back home.

you return to your bedroom and take a while staring at your pc, before deciding to respond to vox's earlier question

y/n l/n 🟢 : hey vox?

vox akuma 🟢 : hm?

y/n l/n 🟢 : can we try us?

vox, for an entire minute, doesn't know what to say.

there it was. the answer he'd been waiting for.

this time around, he'd finally be able to call you his and him yours

he'll take it slow for you, he pledged to himself. he was willing to wait for you after all.

y/n l/n 🟢 : up for another fnaf date?

"hi milord, hi y/n!!"

"hello, kindred, it's good to be back here," you smile, turning to vox on screen

he laughs, "it sure is always lovely when you're around."

"you flatter me too much, vox."

vox savors in your precious laugh, still in disbelief how you're officially his now.

"oi, voxie. disconnected, have we?"

oops

"got lost staring into your eyes is all, my love~"

"guys it's an actual date now"

"why of course it's a date now! isn't that right, y/n?" vox teases, curious of your response

"it is what it is, huh, chat?"

you and vox watch as the chat begins to flood with amused viewers, both made of your fans and vox's

to them, it will continue to remain vague. but for you and vox, you two are hoping for more to come

whether that be fnaf dates, silly discord banter or surprise visits, you were ready to embrace it all

"nothing more romantic than shit talking animatronics together, am i right?" you smile, and the chat begins to get more agitated at your quote

vox replies, "indeed nothing more romantic. alright, kindred. fnaf sister location, custom night! let's see who gets to be the heart stricken poultry this time, huh, y/n?"

"my bets are on you, voxie."

"let's see about that." 🐓

bonus scene:

knock knock

you turn to your door and get up to slowly open it, only to find the stench of light alcohol in the air

you are not surprised when you recognize the long black and red hair and bright yellow eyes behind the door

“vox? what are you—“

“hii y/n,” vox giggles, burping lightly afterwards

“you’ve been drinking!” you hiss, opening the door completely only to have vox lurch forward into your body, wrapping his arms around you

“yeah. i did a bit of beer tasting on stream today,” vox says into your hair. “then i wanted to see your pretty face.”

hoo boy

“vox, go home and get some rest…” you try your best to push him off of you but vox only holds you tighter against him, whining

“nooo i wanna be here… i wanted to see you after all. i didn’t come this far just to go back home so soon,” he slurs, rubbing a spot on your back in hopes he might persuade you into letting him stay a little while longer

you were selfish deep inside. you did want him to stay. but now wasn’t a good time. definitely not when he was drunk like this or especially when he has important things to do tomorrow

you pull away but stayed in vox’s hold to take a good look at him

you brush away the hair from his face and caressed his cheek, and this makes vox leans into your touch more

“you know you can’t stay here, vox. you need some rest,” you gently whisper

vox frowns, “just a little longer and then i’ll go…” 🥺🥺

“vox,” your tone is a lot more commanding this time and then the demon sighs, letting go of you

“fine, only because you asked.”

“thank you,” you stand on your toes and press a kiss to vox’s cheek

he freezes upon the touch and he looks at you as though you’ve grown an extra head

you giggle

“go home, okay?”

“give me one more kiss please,” vox pouts, visibly enticed

“after you’ve sobered up, maybe,” you start pushing vox out of your room, despite his whines and protests

once you get to the door, vox gives you a defeated look to insight some pity. but you don't humor him

“no, voxie. now go home and go to bed,” you giggle, shutting the door.

“i’m counting on that sober kiss, love!” you hear vox announce from the other side and then silence, probably already on his way back home with however his demonic powers worked

guess you should prepare yourself for a kiss soon

*you on a stream*

“oh? vox’s here! hi voxie! what’s up, buddy?”

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]🔧 : y/n, my love, where’s my kiss

“wh-what kiss? vox are you still drunk?”

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : no and now i want my sober kiss, you promised

clippers: vox asking y/n for a kiss??????!!!!

ଘ(✿˵•́ ᴗ •̀˵)

Masterlist!

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 || helmut zemo, bucky barnes and sam wilson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : your sugar daddy boyfriend is finally out of prison and he brought a few friends to show you off to.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : just over 4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut (foursome/group sex, oral m receiving, spitroast; sliiiight dubcon???), established zemo x reader, sugar daddy relationship, ‘sir’ kink, ‘daddy’ kink, pussy spanking, one regular spank, orgasm control, overstimulation, creampie, a bit of cockwarming, exhibitionism, possessiveness (kinda? but also not at all lmao it’s hard to explain), a bit of degradation but plenty of praise as well, subtle cuckolding but without the usual power dynamics there, shitty reconstructed “sokovian” (I wrote it in the latin alphabet but the cyrillic and translations are at the end), unexpected and unnecessary fluff, very subtle angst (basically all in a flashback anyways)

                  You were needlessly anxious as you waited for him to arrive.  It had been your own idea to wait in the jet, and yet you spent every other second glancing out the tiny window, desperate for a glance of the man you missed so dearly.

If someone had told you all those years ago, when this arrangement first began, how easily he would have you wrapped around his finger… you couldn’t have believed them.  It’s just about the money, you would’ve told them, but you would’ve been impossibly wrong.

For a lot of women in this sort of situation, it really was just about the money; likewise, for a lot of men in his situation, it was just about the sex.  But the two of you had something entirely unique, nearly indescribable in fact, that very few could ever understand.  In the beginning it became clear to you that he was more in need of a companion than a lover or girlfriend, specifically.  He was still grieving his wife, still devoted to her completely, but lonely right to his core… angry, even, at the prospect of a life without his family.  You were a shoulder to cry on, first and foremost.

You thought maybe he enjoyed spending money on you because it was his way to protect you, in a way he felt he had failed to protect his family before.

And it was you that fell for him first, for his passion and his kindness before his riches or looks.  Just when you feared that he’d only ever see you as a status symbol or dress-up doll, he returned your affections in spite of his guilt at first and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

Except, of course, when you were separated, and he was imprisoned, and you were left on your own again.  Not that spending his money wasn’t fun or anything, but his loneliness was more sympathetic with each night you spent in that massive bed by yourself, wanting just to feel the warmth of him beside you again.

So, it should be understandable why you were so on edge in anticipation of his arrival.  Your painted fingernails toyed with the hem of the dress you remembered he liked on you most— the silk one that barely covered your legs and was only held up by absurdly thin straps crossing at your back.

The night he bought it for you was clear in your mind like it was only yesterday; his voice in your ear telling you how he couldn’t resist taking such a thoughtful, intelligent woman like yourself and dressing you up like a mindless drolja… or ‘slut’ as it might be said in English.  Just remembering the way he said things like that sent a shiver down your spine as strong as really hearing it, your thighs clenching together on top of the plush leather seat.

Just as you thought you might go crazy waiting for him, you saw the car pull up— your Helmut at the wheel and his two associates in tow— and your heart soared.

Longer than all the years apart combined was the minute you spent waiting to descend the jet’s staircase, hoping to meet him on the taxiway at the exact right moment.  You made sure the jewelry around your wrists and neck was laying just right before finally making your appearance.

The way he looked up at you as you started to walk down towards him… it wasn’t so different from the way he’d looked at you through the glass for the past few years, really, but it felt different.  He certainly looked different to you, without the prisoner’s uniform and looking rather imposing with that massive coat instead.

You were careful to still walk slowly, since you were wearing stilettos and all, even when you wanted more than anything to run to him and jump into his arms.  Instead, you came face to face with him, loving that confident smirk which never seemed to leave his expression, and slipped your arms around his fur-adorned neck.

“Dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his and almost letting out a squeal of surprise when he immediately slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you aggressively as his gloved hands gripped you at the waist.

He was rarely so bold, but then again he had been alone in prison for so long with only your words to try to satisfy him.  As much as you cherished being in his arms again, you also got the impression that this wasn’t just about making up for lost time— if that were true, he would’ve skipped the kiss entirely and taken you in the back of his car the moment he saw you.  No, this was a show of dominance, and not only for your benefit; that was clear when one of the men with him cleared his throat loudly and Helmut still didn’t stop.  

But that was very much like him: he was never finished with you until he was satisfied, and not a moment sooner.  His power over you was so effortless because you didn’t mind at all being his plaything… so much so that it was you leaning in for more when he pulled back, making him laugh softly.

“Did you miss me, lutka?” he purred, and you nodded as you bit your lip slightly.

“Always, Helmut,” you nodded, finally taking a moment to look away from him and at the visibly uncomfortable men at his side.  “I heard you freed him,” you said to the man you knew to be James Barnes, “thank you.”

“I’m still not over that,” the other— Sam, as you’d heard— added with a scoff.

“Come on, darling, let’s board the jet and we can talk there,” Helmut suggested, and you nodded as you turned to let them follow.

Of course, you couldn’t be totally sure, but you were pretty confident you could feel three pairs of eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.  Honestly, with how short the dress was, there was a risk of your thong being exposed as well, exactly the sort of almost-subtle teasing your Baron loved the most.

Once inside, Helmut showed James and Sam to their seats, and took his own as he instantly pulled you into his lap.  You caught the other two men glancing to the empty fourth seat, knowing there was plenty of room for you two to stay apart, but could they really blame you after how long you’d been alone?

Throughout the takeoff, one of his strong hands rested comfortably on your crossed legs as the other held his glass of champagne, and Sam’s gaze was attached to the way his thumb gently stroked your thigh while James seemed to be doing his best to look literally anywhere else.

“I noticed you haven’t introduced us to your… friend…” Sam trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, yes,” Helmut chuckled as if he actually forgot, “this is the woman who has been managing my estate in my unfortunate absence.”

“You’re trying to tell us this is your accountant?” James grumbled.

“She’s also my lover,” Helmut relented.

“Obviously,” Sam replied, unamused.

“She’s beautiful, no?” Helmut prompted as he ran his fingertips higher up your thigh, only glancing at the other men as he focused mainly on nuzzling against your neck. 

“Yeah, the finest money can buy,” Sam quipped, earning a cold glare from you and your man.  

“Are you with me for my money, draga?” Helmut asked you quietly as he planted a gentle kiss to the spot right where your neck met your shoulder.  You smiled and shook your head, staring right at Sam’s nervous expression.

“No, sir,” you answered aloud, and the title clearly made both of the other men uncomfortable… if, perhaps, in different ways.

“Uncross your legs,” he demanded, though his tone was still soft, and you obeyed right away as he started to lightly move his touch between your thighs.

James began adjusting in his seat and never really stopped, tugging at his jeans in an obvious attempt to conceal the growing bulge between his legs, but you only laughed at his clear embarrassment.

“See how respectful she is?” he cooed his praise, addressing the other men but keeping his eyes on you.  “I know exactly the words to make her obey to my every whim… James, you and her share that quality.”

The man sneered as you suppressed a giggle, squirming in Helmut’s lap impatiently.

“She’s loyal, too, unendingly dedicated,” he continued.  “You know she visited me weekly in Munich, at the very least?  Always by my side… like any good pet.”

A whimper escaped your throat at that term, your gut burning with need as he balanced praise and degradation effortlessly.  You didn’t find it truly demeaning only because you loved being his plaything so much, and because you knew mutual respect was at the core of your relationship with him.  But, still, it was nice to feel small when he was there to keep you safe.

James watched with a small snarl and Helmut slipped his hand into your panties, and Sam licked his lips but shifted his stare to your face instead, just as your eyes started to roll back and your head fell weakly on Helmut’s shoulder.

“And such a precious little pussy as well,” he added darkly, giving you a spank between your legs to make you choke on a squeal.  “Sweet, delicate… much like a Turkish delight, but even more addictive.”

“Please, sir,” you whispered under your breath.

“You want more, don’t you?  Tako očajno…” he chuckled.  You nodded, already starting to soak through the lace and rock your hips.  “You want to be fucked, yes?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Be polite and take care of our guests first, draga,” he encouraged, kissing your neck one more time before releasing you from his embrace.

Although you were most interested in being with the man you loved, you were happy to obey whatever he wished— and, frankly, sinking to your knees on the jet’s carpeted floor to crawl towards James wasn’t exactly lacking in its own appeal.

James’ eyes narrowed as Sam’s widened, and you sat up between the spread, denim-clad thighs as you blinked up at him and licked your lips.

He tensed up slightly as your hands delicately slid up his legs, his Adam's apple bobbing with a dry swallow when you grabbed his belt buckle and began to open it.

“You… you don’t have to…” he mumbled, apparently too distracted to finish his sentence.

“Yes I do,” you denied.  “Because he told me to.”

Sam winced and looked away as you unzipped James’ fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to expose his cock, already hard and leaking a bit from the tip.  You smiled proudly, but chose not to tease him for his eagerness and instead just get right to work; you gripped him at the base and gave a few kitten licks over his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum and looking up at his expression that was equal parts shocked and sultry.

You only spent a moment suckling on the head before skipping right ahead and deepthroating him all the way to base.

“Oh, fuck,” James choked, reaching up grab the seat behind his head as his back arched, making you want to smile though you thankfully kept it down.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” Helmut interjected proudly.

“Y-yeah,” he answered, his other hand grabbing your shoulder tightly as you began to bob your head.

Occasionally, in your peripheral, you caught Sam looking, and it made you wiggle your hips with the desire to rub your throbbing clit against the floor.  

You got a chance to breathe whenever you pulled back to suck the head and stroke the rest with your hand, and in a few minutes you had already found all the little spots that made him moan the loudest, or made his legs quiver a bit by your sides.

“Stop,” Helmut instructed, and you were already starting to pull off when James hissed and grabbed your head to hold you down.

“N-no, please,” he blurted out.

“She’ll come back to you but Sam is looking rather lonely in the corner over there,” Helmut explained, and James hesitated but let you go.  You wiped your lips and started to move towards Sam, but he shook his head.

“I don’t roll like that, man,” Sam explained, “I don’t want her doing it just because you said so.”

“Darling, won’t you tell us how badly you want to service your new friends?” Helmut challenged, and you swallowed nervously because you were a bit embarrassed to say too much and potentially anger him.  But the sparkle in his eyes didn’t seem like he was leading you into a trap… even if the other two men were confident that was what it meant.  “You find them attractive, don’t you?”

“Um, yes, sir,” you answered hesitantly, “I… saw them, and I wanted to know what their cocks looked like.  And tasted like.”

Helmut smiled and leaned forward, giving you a spank of approval through your dress (which was riding up to show most of your butt anyways).

You looked at Sam expectantly.  “May I please suck your cock, Mr. Wilson?”

His eyes darkened and you knew you were on the right track.  “What happened to ‘sir’?” he asked coyly.

“I only call Helmut ‘sir,’” you explained, “but I could call you something else.”

His finger curled to encourage you to come closer and you crawled up to sit between his legs.

“Call me ‘daddy,’” he finally instructed, opening his belt and pants for you.

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, keeping your mouth slack for him to push his cock into.  You hummed as the head slid over your tongue, looking up at him as he bit his lip and thrust back into your throat.

“Shit, that’s good,” he whispered, guiding your head at the speed he wanted.  “Who taught you how to suck cock so good, baby?”

Helmut raised his hand and James snorted.

Sam was a bit longer but he was still no challenge to swallow all the way down, and you heard him breathing through his teeth but let your eyes fall shut to focus on your work.

“Is this… how you treat all your guests?” Sam asked tensely between heavy breaths.

“Only those who are at the right place at the right time,” Helmut answered cryptically, but you happened to know this sort of occasion was incredibly rare.  Although it might seem counterintuitive to some, this was his way to re-stake his claim over you, and after so much time apart apparently he felt he had a lot to prove.  “Keep going, but don’t let him come,” another instruction echoed from behind you.  

You pulled back to stroke Sam’s length while you croaked: “yes, sir.”

Helmut had you go back and forth for a while, keeping both men on edge and occasionally allowing you to stroke one while you sucked the other, your own need growing so quickly as you dreamed to have something inside you, anything really.

Obviously, he knew exactly how much having a cock down your throat made you wet and desperate.  And he knew that such a taboo act of, in a certain sense, breaking fidelity with a man as he not only watched but commanded you to do it would get you right on the edge in no time.

He had gotten in your head so quickly after meeting you, memorized everything that made you tick, and not once had he forgotten.  

“I-I’m close,” James warned as you sucked his head, making you slide the tip of your tongue over his slit before you took a break to suck his swollen balls into your mouth.  “Fuck, can I come?”

“Not yet,” Helmut instructed sternly.

You felt him tug you back and into his lap suddenly, and he quickly yanked your dress down to expose your breasts to the men in front of you.

“Her tits are hard, no?” Helmut prompted them, and you watched them both nod as a warm hand reached around from behind you to tweak your hardened nipples.  “Yes, she really loves to get on her knees and choke on cock.  I’d let her do the same to me but I have greater plans for her…”

As if it weren’t obvious what those plans were, he pulled your skirt up to your waist as well, spreading your legs and pulling your flimsy panties aside.  

“Is she wet?” he asked the men and they nodded again.

“Drenched,” Sam chimed in.

Helmut gave another spank to your clit as you shuddered, then rubbing slowly as if to soothe the sting.  “I’ll teach you what happens when you get wet for another man, little girl,” Helmut growled against your ear, “not to mention two.  And they’re Americans, do you have no shame?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” you whispered.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he corrected.  “I love seeing you act like a whore all for me.”

You hadn’t even realized he’d taken his cock out of his trousers until you felt the thick tip of him prodding at your entrance.  It was already a lot just by itself, but then you had these strangers staring at you and for some reason it only turned you on more.

That ‘some’ reason of course being that you loved your Baron taking ownership over you for anyone to see.  Clearly, prison had given him much more creative ideas than just fucking on a balcony or against the glass of a window.  

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in a hushed voice against your skin which seemed to be burning hot all of a sudden.  

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

It took a lot not to cry out as he pulled you down and filled you in one deep stroke, your nails digging into the leather of the chair’s armrests at either side.  But more than the sting of pain it felt so perfect, so fundamentally right, and just after your gasp of shock was a sigh of relief.

He sighed along with you and let his forehead fall between your shoulder blades, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being inside you again for the first time in so long.  “Draga...” he breathed, “not that I ever doubted… but you must have been faithful to me; you’re so tight, I know no one has touched you since I left.”

“Only you, sir, nobody but you,” you agreed breathlessly, eyes falling shut.  

He kissed your back as he started to move your body on top of his, the hands at your waist tightening and tugging on the remaining fabric of your dress.  “Tako dobro,” he hissed, “you feel so good, darling, you can’t imagine how long I spent dreaming of being inside you again.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, and it would be impossible to say for sure what caused it— a little bit of everything, really.  

Opening your eyes and noticing the way they were staring at you, you leaned forward and took each of the other men’s hard cocks in your hands, stroking in time with the way you bounced your hips on top of Helmut’s.

The both of them had been on the edge for a bit too long, Sam already biting his lip as James thrust himself up into your palm.

“Fuck, please,” James moaned, “I need to come in your mouth.”

“Come closer then,” you breathed, watching him stand up and bring his cock right to your lips which you eagerly gagged on, any pretense long gone as you sloppily sucked and stroked while Helmut thrust up to slam into you.

“Ohh, fuck, that’s it— gonna come,” he grunted as he reached up to press his hand against the ceiling of the jet, and it all must have hit him rather unexpectedly since the moment his musky taste began to coat your tongue, you heard a clanging sound and realized he had pushed up so hard that he bent the steel interior, his other hand tightening into a fist in your hair.

You moaned happily as you swallowed every drop, still sucking even as James’ moans became loud and higher in pitch.

“Fuck, don’t stop, oh god,” he whined, cock throbbing even after he stopped filling your throat with come.  You reached between his legs and squeezed his balls a bit and you could tell his knees nearly buckled, causing him to finally pull back and tilt your chin up to stare down at you.  “You’re somethin’ else,” he panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before falling back and slumping into his chair.

You looked over at Sam and saw his hand was still lazily guiding yours to stroke over his cock although come already painted his abs and dripped down from his swollen head over your fingers.  “Can I clean up your mess, please, daddy?” you asked, voice a bit hoarse though you couldn’t be sure if that was from the deepthroating or just how hard Helmut was fucking you now.

Pulling your hand back, Sam’s eyes followed as you lapped the thick, hot come from your hand, moaning openly at the taste.  You sucked your fingers down into your throat, not leaving a drop behind.

He leaned back in his chair and began to catch his breath, both of them now staring at you with that exhausted, glazed-over expression.  They looked satisfied, and you considered it your reward for a job well done.

"A belly full of come and a pussy full of my cock, you must be feeling ecstatic," Helmut presumed.

"Yes, sir," you agreed quickly.

All at once he began to fuck you faster, harder, deeper which you hadn't even realized was an option.  He growled a string of the filthiest curses in your ear, in Sokovian so the other men wouldn’t understand, with one hand wrapped around your neck as the other pinched your clit almost too roughly.  Even in your native language you could barely understand it: how could you when he was so deep inside you?

“Will you come, draga?” he finally asked, voice rough with his own desperation.

“Not until you let me, sir,” you moaned, and he chuckled a bit.

“Good girl.”

But wow, the way he rubbed your clit was impossible to ignore, like he was trying to make your promise impossible to keep.  You tightened your jaw, moaning through your teeth now as you fought to keep your orgasm at bay.  

“Please sir, I need to come, please— so close, I’m so close,” you mewled.

“I won’t be much longer, either,” he warned.  "Too long without you has taken its toll, I need to finish."

“Inside me, sir, please,” you begged, “come inside me.”

You felt him nod against the back of your neck.  “Come for me,” he instructed simply, and as obedient as ever, you felt your walls pulsing as pleasure overtook you.  Not even meaning to, you threw your head back, and he had to hold you tightly to keep you from shaking too violently as the waves of sensation washed over you.

The heat of him spilling inside you warmed you from the inside out, making you smile happily through the fog of your high and intentionally tighten your walls around him.  He hissed and throbbed within you, his fingers digging into your hips now as he held you down against him.

He gave a few more lazy thrusts until finally slowing to a stop, both of you catching your breath eventually.

"My... accountant will be keeping my cock warm for the remainder of the flight," Helmut informed the other men, "I hope you don't mind?

"No, no, go ahead," James approved as his head fell back against his chair.

It was still quite a ways to your final destination so it wasn't much of a surprise that you ended up falling asleep in the Baron's arms, something you used to do every night that had been only a dream for years.  Perhaps this afternoon wasn't the reunion you expected, but it was somehow even more perfect than you could've ever wished for.

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dobrodošla nazad, ljubavi = добродошла назад, љубави = “welcome home, love”

lutka = лутка = “doll”

draga = драга = “dear/beloved”

tako očajno = тако очајно = "so desperate"

tako dobro = тако добро = "so good"