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monayen · 6 months ago

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how about jealously with randal n reader? :3 like reader is jealous that randal is hanging out with satoru more than her while dreaming so reader hangs out with sebastian, making randal jealous ?? sorry for my bad english, its not my first language :))

Jelly | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - master/pet play, fingering, unsafe sex, praise, licking/biting, possessive tendencies, jealousy

a/n - exams have been a bit occupying unfortunately :( i still have a lot of concepts and requests i want to get to, you guys have awesome ideas and i love seeing them in my inbox !! u should see my google docs rn lol

It's hard to not scoff when Randal wakes up and immediately starts talking about his dream. It's become an annoyingly common thing now ever since Randal informed you about his little dream friend, Satoru Tsukada. Even seeming disappointed when he doesn't get a dream with him in it.

Almost every night he snuggles up against you in his coffin, nibbling at your ear and whispering cheekily, “I really hope you come into my dream tonight, imagine the fun we’d all have!” He pulls you closer, elating how proximity raises the chances of this happening.

You suck in any annoyance and nod because you're still his good pet. Though, internally you fight the urge to roll your eyes and admit “I don't really care about that guy.”

A gripping feeling twists in your stomach each morning when you wake up without the shared lucidity, hearing about all the fun Randal had that night.

Sheepishly, you push it down and let him talk.

Though, you tune out most of it – for your sake, as an overwhelming feeling of envy washes over you whenever you do pay attention to his words.

A thought reverberates about not being enough for him. Is the novelty of a new friend enough to push you away? It's not like you don't already share Randal’s attention. Sebastian exists, of course.

You two got along well enough, much to Randal’s satisfaction. Though, you admit that your focus lied more on the unpredictable gakuran-clad young man.

And despite your initial standoffish attitude when Sebastian was gifted to Randal, you quickly learned he wasn't a threat at all. He just had some unfortunate circumstances and ended up here.

Therefore, you didn't have to fight for attention and Sebastian seemed to appreciate that you were at least cordial to him. Nobody was in the way.

So maybe this is why you have so much more of a problem with this Satoru character. You don't know him, and the only way you could is completely up to chance.

How do you compete with that? Based on Randal’s stories, they tend to have a ball of a time. You really try to convince yourself that you're better, that you're overthinking and Randal isn't losing interest in you.

But at night, when his arms wrap around your body, it's clear his mind is somewhere else. Satoru is a part of him, always in the dream-plane, waiting for him with open arms. Somewhere where you aren't.

Jealousy ten-folds and insecurity festers within as time goes on. Your own stressed voice tells you to relax, but an even louder one continues to complain.

On a day where Randal is occupied with Luther, leaving you and Sebastian alone in the house, you can't seem to keep it in anymore.

Words seep out of your mouth, “Am I doing something wrong?” It's quiet and Sebastian immediately looks uncomfortable.

“Um… with what?” He shifts in his seat in the living room, avoiding eye contact with you. He's not to blame, you rarely had conversations that didn't involve Randal. Maybe you should have put more of an effort to get to know him before dumping this on him. Still, you continue.

“I don't know, what if Randal doesn't like me anymore?” You speak softly, but the candidness is clear. Sebastian isn't used to this vulnerability, he was just brainstorming an attempt to escape (again) but now he has to comfort you…

Thing is, he doesn't know how to do that. Maybe he would feel more sympathetic if Randal wasn't a complete freak, (he still doesn't understand your affinity for the young man) but you haven't done anything bad to him. He doesn't want to be rude to the only normal enough person here.

“He definitely likes you.” Which is the truth, anybody with eyes could see the relationship dynamic. You always doted behind Randal, doing anything he asked of you. And Randal was more than happy to have you crawl around for him if it meant you’d get a kiss.

It goes to say that you might seem more like a lover to Randal than a pet. He thinks himself lucky for not walking in on you guys yet…

Which might be why he was taken by Luther, Randal probably finds it more fun to torment and bother someone who wasn't as willing as you–

“Wait… I dont– I don't want to steal Randal from you! I actually want to get out of here–” He stammers before you cut him off with a laugh. A change in tone, good sign. “I know that, don't worry.”

Sebastian sighs and relaxes a bit, but still fidgets with the white sleeves of his god awful outfit. It then clicks it might be about that dream guy Randal hasn't stopped boosting about recently. He almost certainly wants to roll his eyes. “Is it Satoru?”

Immediately, you jump up and grab at Sebastian’s arms. “You see it too, right?! It's so annoying, I’m so sick of hearing about it every morning! We haven't even met the guy, but apparently they are best friends. Fucking stupid.”

Sebastian nodded along to your words. To him, it was annoying but it also occupied the eccentric weirdo. Better he’s entertained by Satoru than him. Still, he lets you complain, and it becomes evident to just how much this was eating you up inside.

You both don't realize how time has passed until Randal stampers into the room with an ominous black bag that is dripping green slime. Neither of you question it.

“Whatcha’ talking about?” He swings the bag over his shoulders and nearly falls back with the force, catching himself.

Sebastian notices how you immediately smile at Randal despite the complaining you've been unloading onto him for the past couple hours, how ironic. “O-Oh, nothing much. How was your outing with Luther?”

Randal shrugs and then drops the bag onto the couch, undoubtedly staining it with the goopy substance. Luther will have a problem with that later.

“Within bounds. Now I’m just tired… how about we go to sleep!” He says it more like an order than a suggestion.

Your smile immediately drops, “It's like 6PM.”

“Actuallyyyy, 6:38.”

---

You want to smack yourself for not being more welcoming to Sebastian, he actually isn't that bad of a guy. He’s still a bit awkward, (he seems to constantly radiate it) and he has no shame in expressing to you how he wants to escape the house. You giggle and give him a “good luck with that”

Still, he's easy to talk to with the ever growing free time you have now. Though, despite your attitude, a part of you still craves to be around Randal.

You wish you could prod into his brain and yank Satoru out of there. If he really wants Randal, he can fight you for it. You doubt he’s even strong outside of the stupid dream-plane he lives in.

Unfortunately, you haven't been paying attention to the conversation with Sebastian, and now he's pausing for your reply. Sweat dropping, you let out a laugh, hoping it fits as a response.

He stares, “You think my goldfish getting run over is funny?”

“No, no, I don't– wait? Run over? How’d–”

The bewildered sentence doesn't get the chance to finish before the sensation of oddly cold, but familiar, hands wrap around your waist and drag into an adjacent room.

“Randal– what do you want?” It comes out more harsh than you expected, and you can see the slight grimace on Randal’s face.

His hands leave your waist, now folding across his chest, “Long time no see.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, “Well, you've been a bit busy.”

Randal pauses before letting out a big laugh, “Doll, I always have time for you!” A traitorous blush spreads across your face, huffing, “Doesn't look like it.”

Randal steps a bit closer, “I thought Sebastian was keeping you plenty company.” His lips tug upward, “You two have gotten close, that's cute.”

His eyes contrast his smile, there's a clear coat of irk behind them. Holy shit, is he… jealous? You perk up, suddenly gaining some confidence… and leverage.

“Yeah, we talk.” You show him a coy smile, his eye twitches for a second. “Awesome… about what, exactly? Tell me all the deets.”

“Oh, y’know.”

“I don't, I literally don't.”

“What does it matter?” You hum cheekily before adding, “Anyways, isn't it past your bedtime right now?"

It was far too bold, but god, did it feel good to say. Randal reacts accordingly by pinning you against the wall. He's peeved, and you should really be scared, but you can't help but buckle at the proximity.

Randal’s voice is unusually low, his eyes staring into yours, “You’ve forgotten who you're talking to, doll. I think I need to remind you, heheh.”

Your confidence is beginning to crumble, but you still manage to get a reply out through quivering lips, “Sebastian is right outside.” Randal grins, “Good.”

A gloved hand trails your torso before it finds its way under the hem of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down and past your ankles. You have to hold back a gasp when a cold finger circles the pearl of your clit.

Randal draws closer, his hot breath pressed against your neck. A warm tongue laps up and down the side before teeth bite down and suckle on your sensitive skin.

Adrenaline and ache build as the latex of his fingers push into your entrance, pumping in and out of you. “Randal–” A moan gets caught in your throat when he speeds up slightly, angling upwards with his movements.

Randal rasped, continuing to mark your neck with bites and hickeys, “No-no, pet, you know my name.”

You do, “Master, please, m-more!” It’s shameless, and it’s aloof to how upset you were earlier. Now, you burn for more, bucking onto the length of his fingers.

You couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming emotions – the hold he had over you was a force you couldn't deny, and certainly not control. There isn't anything holding you back from this. Not Satoru, not Sebastian, not even yourself.

Randal’s mouth hovers over yours, words tracing quivering lips, “That's right,” He grinds his erection against the tender flesh of your front, “ah–, let me hear those pretty noises!”

His touch only accentuates the pure excitement washes over the both of you, neither being able to remove sweaty hands off one another.

Randal pins you further, hiking your legs up around his waist. His exposed cock rubs against your slick and pleading heat, relishing in the intoxicating shudder of your body.

Your head rests on his shoulder, mouth agape as fingers tug at his hair, “S-Stop teasing!”

You wrap your legs around him tighter in any attempt to heighten the friction, and Randal responds by gripping the bottom of your ass harder, “So needy, aren't you? Is that why you’ve been in such a mood? Can’t– ah, can’t handle not being the center of my attention? So jelly!”

An onslaught of groans fill the room, sputtering and begging for more. Randal grins against your neck, “Hah, how about you show me how much you need me?”

Randal then puts you down and pulls away, ignoring your whines about the wait. He shuts you up by motioning you to where he now sits, legs spread with his cock erect in his lap.

Sweaty gloves hold onto your waist as you eagerly hover over his lap, “Can I? Can I, master, please?” Randal gives you a dopey smile, leaning to kiss your cheek, “I love it when you beg!” You groan and rut against him impatiently, “Oh, oh, yeah – get to it, pet.”

He’s right, you are incredibly needy. Despite all the sass and complaints, you truly can't help but rut into him.

For now, you’ve completely given up any resentment towards Randal, instead relishing in the awaited pleasure he's giving you. A choir of slapping skin, moans, and praise cascade on the walls with pure want and need behind them.

Your eyes never leave his, with Randal out right refusing to blink. He lays out under you, red spreads across his face, whether it blush or blood. His skin also glistens with sweat, downright uncomfortably sticky for any normal person.

You aren't that type of person though, you're better than Satoru or Sebastian, or any other person he can waste his attention on.

You want him to want you, like how you do him. Truly, you’ll take everything he gives and only ask for more.

Randal’s fingers start to dig into your hips, but he's nice enough to let you keep your own pace, encouraging your incredibly desperate movements.

“Good pet,” His fingers dig even deeper, his own hips thrusting fervently against yours, “show me how much you want this.” His eyes never leave your body, admiring the way you bounce and quiver.

Randal finds it addicting and oh-so adorable how he can completely make you come undone around him. He thinks himself kind for letting yourself prove how much you love him, but there really wasn't anything to worry about in truth.

He knows you’re so loyal, constantly aching just for him. But he still saw those sideways glances, how your mouth would pout, and the muttering between you and Sebastian.

Your pettiness, though annoying, was because you missed your cute master… enough that you confided in Sebastian, leaving him out in turn.

He can admit he got a bit caught up during his time with Satoru, but he's thankful now that he's reminded that nothing compares to how you surrender yourself to him. Randal knows you are his. He’ll make sure to show you time and time again.

Randal arches and humps into you, licking his upper lip to taste the blood that rests on it. Your own grip lies on his hips in an attempt to keep balance, the pace becoming feverish and hard to keep up.

You croak out, feeling the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, “I think–” Randal eagerly nods, the twitch of his cock evident.

Your thighs quake, loud moans echoing off the vintage wallpaper of the room, orgasm ripping through you. Randal pushes his fingers into your hips one last time and follows suit, writhing under you.

Immediately, you allow yourself to rise a bit and lay on top of the young man, feeling how his rapidly breathing lungs press against your own.

With labored breath, you choke out, “Can you… just spend more nights with me?” It's shy compared to the actions seconds earlier, but you still hold onto Randal’s form with that same desire.

Randal laughs, slapping your bare ass cheekily, “If you wanted my attention,” He licks your earlobe, a hand resting on your waist, “You could’a just asked, doll.”

You huff but still lean into his touch, pausing for a second before asking another question,

“...Do you think Sebastian heard us?”

“One grillion precent.”

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orbitariums · 11 months ago

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home this christmas | carmen berzatto x black reader smut

happy christmas! wrote this in a pinch, hope u love

also, all my steve rogers fic readers— what say i finish up girls on film over winter break? just for shits and giggles. enjoy!

the drive to your family’s heirloom brownstone in brooklyn was almost impossible as you and carmy took turns navigating the snowy roads and the panic attack that was new york traffic during the holidays. it would’ve been absolute agony if you weren’t right by your lover’s side and didn’t have tons of r&b christmas classics blasting through the entire time. at the first hotel, the two of you were too exhausted to even talk to each other, but carmen’s arm still found its way around your waist like something of an unconscious mechanism. you had to smuggle yourself free in the morning. by the morning, the two of you were determined to finish up the four-hour drive and make it home for christmas.

no time for rest though. the minute you and carmy stepped in, you were bombarded with the sound of luther vandross belting christmas classics. the smell of good cooking — candied yams, sweet potatoes, collard greens, and glazed ham- overwhelmed your senses. any tension that had built up on the road was immediately released the moment you walked in, carmy holding a huge crate of ingredients that he would use to make chicken piccata.

“cuzzo!” squealed janae, your favorite girl cousin, and a recent howard u grad, as she ran up with her arms opened wide like a snow angel etched into the snow.

“hey boo,” you grinned, basking in the warmth of her hug. you held on for so long— halfway through today’s trip, carmy’s car heat stopped working and the both of you had to opt for multiple blankets and layering up in all the coats and scarves you could find, plus whatever slightly warming object was in the back of his trunk.

“hi baby, hi carmen. merry christmas!,” your mother, hustling over to the sink with a large pot full of hot water cooed out.

“merry christmas, ms. __. so good to see you, can i help you with that?” carmen asked, setting down his crate and heading over to your mother, getting straight to business.

“carmen, you know to call me denise,” your mother nagged, waving her hand at carmen dismissively. “what i keep telling you about that?! you’re family. now leave me alone and ‘gon get started with your little chef shit over there.”

carmen smiled, that deep dimple sinking into his cheek that made you fall in love with him all over again each time you saw it.

“yes ma'am,” he relented.

“ooh, your man is so fine, yn,” your sister announced as she walked into the kitchen. “and a gentleman, but we been knew that. hey, carmy. it’s good to see you, boy.”

“yeah, good to see you, too. how’s uhh— how’s benny?”

your sister scoffed,

“stupid, as always. and he don’t even cook. hey, yn!”

your sister laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“home sweet home,” you grinned, jumping right into the business of the kitchen.

the rest of the day was chaos, but the kind you could only ever love. if anything, carmy preferred this chaos to that of his family’s thanksgiving and back home. this chaos felt organized and loving, not to mention hilarious. it took so long to convince your family that carmy could really cook, but once they finally met him just a few months before and he put down a peach pie like never before, they could not shut up about how fine and talented your man was, and how he was one of the good ones.

today, the same routine. this time, watching carmen cook for your family in your family home revved up a stir deep inside of you that would linger on your mind for the entire afternoon. everywhere you turned you couldn’t help but eye him — his big arms, littered with tattoos, flexing as he stirred a pot of mashed potatoes; the way his brow dug into his forehead with concentration as he definitively scattered parsley over the chicken; his tongue darting out to lick the side of his lip when he was focusing deeply on something.

for the first time in the past 24 hours, you were practically separated from carmy. he was focusing on his dish and tending to the demands of the practically all-female kitchen (no men were allowed, bar for carmy and your aunt’s husband), so he didn’t get to talk to you, doubly engrossed in your christmas dinner duties, much either. though the times that he could sneak away or had to pass by you, he reassured you with a light squeeze around your hips or a hand on the small of your pack as he got by you. unbeknownst to him, it was only feeding the stir that was increasing by the hour between your thighs, and polluting your mind with the most unholy thoughts.

the air was thick with flour, smoke, and the smell of a grand dinner by the time you all were finished cooking. while you let the food cool, you opened gifts. carmy had something for everyone in the family, even your baby cousins, nieces, and nephews. by the end of the gift opening, everyone had agreed that carmy was their new favorite.

“merry christmas, baby,” carmy muttered against your lips, pulling you in for the first kiss you had shared for a few hours now. he placed your gift in your lap.

“merry christmas,” you smiled against his lips, which tasted like sweet wine and marshmallows, as you pulled away.

“c’mon now, what’d he get you?” your aunt hollered from her seat, clapping her hands together joyfully.

you grinned, sloughing away the paper, which was wrapped to perfection, just like everything carmy dared touch. you nearly squealed when you saw the box: black and white with big bold letters: chanel.

“baby, you did not,” you whined, frowning as you looked over at carmen. again that dimple reappeared and it took you everything not to jump his bones. he stroked his hand with his chin in that pensive way of his, his smile sheepish and yet smug.

“open it.”

you opened it slowly as if you were scared. then you practically tore it out of the box when you saw just what it was — the metallic pink chanel bag you had liked just once on instagram, posting it on your story with the caption “need.” you didn’t expect anything to come of that, and yet, here carmy was, going above and beyond to keep up with your expensive and exquisite taste. you couldn’t help but screech in excitement, waving the bag in the air while you stuck your tongue out.

“y’all look what my man got me!”

“my man, my man, my man,” some of your cousins echoed, humored, in the background.

the entire living room practically erupted with noises of affirmation and disbelief from your family.

“girl, let me hold that for you!” your cousin janae pleaded jokingly.

you broke out into a little dance on the couch, ending it with another kiss planted on carmy’s lips, pulling away with a loud smacking noise.

“you really didn’t have to, baby. i love you.”

“i love you. that’s why i did it,” carmy grinned, his eyes boring deep into yours, promising his love to you.

“i just know that’s right,” your mother called out.

dinner was active and loud, as always. carmen’s chicken piccata barely lasted, and folks were starting to compare it to your aunt’s famous fried chicken, but carmy shut that down immediately.

“nah, don’t get me in trouble,” he smirked, holding the plate you had made for him.

there was something so indescribably sexy about watching him just standing there. that he was so easily integrated with your family, so helpful, and charming enough to please your own mother and father had you weak in the knees. not to mention the insane gift. he told you he’d been saving up for a few months ever since he saw you post that, and that only made your heart melt more.

when carmy wasn’t so in his own head, he was a man of true, deep intention. you were the one who brought him back to homeostasis, to equilibrium. his mental state seemed to clear of all the “bad shit” when he laid his head on your chest, on your lap, your hands figuring their way through the ringlets of his curly hair.

“yeah, don’t get him in trouble,” the aunt in question echoed as she walked past.

“don’t worry aunty, i still like your fried chicken better. sorry baby,” you awarded carmy an apologetic kiss on the lips. “but i stand on my shit.”

“as you should,” carmen nodded, an amused smirk playing on his lips. “you like other things about me better though, yeah?”

that last part came as a low murmur against your ear, his lips just barely brushing against the lobe. the words, in tandem with his warm, familiar breath fanning against your neck, made you squeeze your legs together involuntarily. you could practically taste the wine on his lips and it made you dizzy. the stir that had been brewing inside of you for an entire day now was now changing pace, becoming quicker, more violent. if you didn’t fulfill your needs soon, you’d overflow.

you smiled to save face in front of your family, squeezing carmen’s hand as if to say “later.” but god, later couldn’t come fast enough.

the rest of the night you were glued to carmen, practically hip to hip. you sat on his lap while your family talked around the tree, and he made sure his hands caressed your thighs ever so softly, just enough to keep you reeling from his trickling touch. you wanted him to squeeze, wanted him to sink his palms into you and then some.

it wasn’t until nearly midnight that people started to pile out, and only then did you find it appropriate to head upstairs with carmen, bidding adieu to your family.

“aww, it was so good to see you yn, and you, carmen. what a blessing you’ve been to this family,” crooned one of your aunts as she also made her way out the door.

“blessed to be here. thank you guys for welcoming me, seriously. i couldn’t be luckier, holy shit. excuse my language,” carmen rambled,

the words spilled out with ease because of the wine and because he genuinely felt this way. his whole life, he’d been blessed with found family, reminding him that sometimes water could be just as thick as blood. and when you came with the package? he’d never let go.

people began to peeter out late into the night, and by the time everyone was gone, only then was it appropriate for you to bring carmy upstairs to get ready for bed.

both you and carmy spilled out a few more jokes and goodbyes before you took carmy by the hand and led him upstairs. as you were walking up there, it hit you that it was his first time being in your childhood room. you only ever stayed here when you were visiting, so it still had a very y2k theme to it that you hadn’t changed since high school. a poster of lil kim with her legs spread was plastered on your walls, along with nsync, backstreet boys, and a couple other 90s-2000s classics. you still had a half-used bottle of juicy couture viva perfume on your desk, the bow wrapped prettily around the cap.

“oh shit, it’s been a while,” you chuckled.

carmen was taking it all in, looking around with a thoughtful grin etched across his lips.

“always been a fashion girl, huh?” he prodded you.

“oh forever.”

you sidled up in front of him, so close you could feel him up against you.

“you were amazing today,” you reached up to kiss him as he towered over you, in height and energy. a soft, wet kiss that left carmy wanting more. so much so that he unconsciously wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in even closer.

“yeah?”

“yes. i love watching you with my family. and with the kids, you just…”

“y’know, when i was cooking i kept feeling eyes on the back of my neck. any idea who that could’ve been?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow up as he gazed down at you.

you shook your head knowingly, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, returning his gaze tenfold.

“no,” you replied, your voice sweet like honeydew and so, so telling.

“fuck,” carmy’s gaze seemed to deepen as his lids sunk lower, drinking in the sight of you. “don’t look at me like that, baby.”

he started to pull you closer towards him, back and back and back until you were plopped down on his bed. his legs, wide and bulky, forced you to spread yours over his lap, welcoming his thighs into a straddle.

“like what?” you asked, your eyes twinkling as you looked down at him and he looked up at you, his hands roaming your thighs freely, like an expanse of land that was entirely his property.

“like that, like you’re gonna make me do something you’ll regret.”

“regret? how could i ever regret anything you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a very intentional roll of your hips against him. you felt him grow, blossoming against your own crotch, which made you moan quietly.

“if you’re loud enough—” carmy punctuated his words with a kiss against your neck as his hands went to take off your shirt. you lifted your arms up and your shirt came sliding off, your skin exposed to the cool air. “you just might regret it.”

carmy kissed the side of your neck, eliciting a quiet huff of pleasure from your lips. you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into the pleasure. his fingers danced delicately against your bare sides until finally, he rested the whole of his palms against your body, easing them up and down like he was smoothing you out.

“mm, i’ll be quiet, daddy,” you hummed, arching your back just so, his hand connecting with the small of your back and fitting right in.

“take your pants off,” he commanded quietly, his eyes practically closed as he studied you with heavy lids. the exhaustion certainly didn’t assist the horny daze he was sinking deeper into, tired and full of lustful thoughts that seemed to weigh him down.

“only if you take your clothes off too, carmy,” you whined, but you shimmied out of your pants anyway, watching him with hungry puppy-dog eyes while he did the same, yanking off his shirt, belt, and pants and throwing them halfway across the room.

“and your bra, too,” carmy said softly, his words coming out delicate like petals falling off a flower. he was completely focused on one thing, and it was you— nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. time moved slow when he watched you like this.

you started unhooking it, then carmy’s hands flung to your clasp to help you, removing it in record time and throwing it across the room. you opened your mouth to make a joke, but you were immediately silenced when his lips attached hungrily to your breast, closing in on the fat surrounding the small of your nipple while the other hand grasped onto the other.

you whined quietly and started to roll your hips against carmy even more now, grinding deep against his crotch which was covered by his boxers. you could practically feel him poking inside of you, lubricating your pussy even more than it already was.

“carmy,” you whined. “can feel you.”

“mhm?” he hummed brokenly, his breaths heavy and dysregulated. you were so warm, sharing in each other’s heat, in the still dark of your bedroom. the sheets all done up, practically untouched. he pulled away from your breast, unlatching with a soft pop of his lips. his hand replaced his mouth, feeling the warm trail that his lips left. “can feel you too, sweetheart.”

he let his hand drift down to your crotch, cupping you over your underwear, which had a big wet spot in the center.

“yeah, that’s what i feel. you’re so fucking wet, honey,” he crooned into your ear, making sure his lips brushed against your earlobe before he traveled down to kiss on your neck some more, sending shivers down your spine that made you buck your hips involuntarily into his hand. carmy chuckled that dark, smug chuckle that made you hate him and want to ride him all the same. the kind that only came out when you were being desperate— when he had control over you and not the other way around. “what’re you doing, baby? go slow, yeah? be patient.”

he made a wreck of you, obliging you anyway by circling a finger against your clit through your panties, feeling the way your slick seemed to pool endlessly at his touch. wanting to feel it on your skin.

“shut up, carmy, fuck!” you moaned quietly, your arms wrapped around his neck for balance.

he played with you just a little more, wondering just how far he could take it until your quiet moans turned into pleading whimpers, until he made you start to beg just for his fingers, so that by the time he sat you down on his lap, letting you sink all the way down onto his cock, you had no more voice to beg. that was on his mind, and yet, in his tired, sex-drunk haze, he knew to give you what you wanted now, before you went and turned the whole house into a personal fuckfest.

still, he couldn’t help but tease just once more.

“it’s christmas, honey. what’re we doing?”

“i don’t care,” you huffed. “it’s practically tomorrow, it’s like 11:30.”

carmen nearly snorted,

“need it that bad?”

you didn’t reply, and so he asked you again, this time with a kiss of his lips against your neck, sucking and attaching firmly to the sweet, soft skin there, and with his fingers, pulling down your underwear. slick sounds filling the air as it detached from your wet core, a trail of your arousal in between the cloth and your heat.

“hm?” carmy hummed, letting his fingers dance along your slit, ever so gently and delicately, like they were trailing up your entire being.

“god, y-yes, carmy. need it, need you. please,” you whimpered, muffled as you buried your head into the crook of his neck, lurching into him like you were surrendering, a natural lull you didn’t even realize you gave into every time without fail. full disregard, letting him take over, letting yourself let go.

“need my fingers inside you, yeah?” carmy panted, finding it hard to control himself.

all he wanted was to be sheathed fully inside of you, whether that meant twisting you open with his fingers, lapping you up with his tongue, or fucking his cum into you as deeply (and quietly) as he could. he obliged, slipping one finger inside with such gleeful ease, feeling the digit get soaked in your arousal.

you gasped sharply, lurching forward involuntarily. carmy brought you back down with another hand wrapped firm around your waist.

“no no no, stay right there. and answer me, what do you need?”

“need you carmy, need your fingers, please, another,” you nearly cried out, your voice going up an octave just to beg. perhaps carmen’s favorite sound from your lips, and it didn’t even sound like yourself— it sounded like someone who was forced into impenetrable bliss and didn’t have a vessel to express it, just the voice.

“okay, okay, sweetheart,” he was sweet and giving, so generous, so dazed and yet still so in charge. dipping another finger into your slick, wet heat and burying his fingers to the hilt inside of you, causing you to squeak out. “fuck, gotta be quiet, honey.”

“yes, yes, i’m sorry,” you scrambled to apologize, which only made him want you more. hungry, he grunted, jerking his hips up to feel something, anything. your hands flew to his crotch, palming him over his boxers, but he gently pulled your hand away.

“don’t worry about me, baby. don’t worry. gonna have you bouncing on my cock in a minute, just wait. wanna make you feel good first,” he assured you, and in your haze, you nodded agreeably, eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

he moved, slowly, so you could feel his fingers sliding against your walls. you threw your head back, a muffled noise of pleasure escaping from your throat. he kept his eyes on you, unblinking, pumping in slow and controlled one, two times, then he picked up the pace, and with it, you got wetter, slicker, soaking his fingers and his thighs.

your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t even make any noise. just stilted from the pleasure that you felt, feeling it burn and rev in your stomach— that slow, churning stir back again, working towards completion. all you could hear was your slick as carmy fucked his fingers in and out of you, fast and dangerously deep, hitting every single spot inside of you because his fingers were so thick. carmy’s eyes glanced down for a minute to see his fingers disappearing inside of you like they fucking belonged there, like they were supposed to be inside of you, making you so wet that it was all you could hear. he watched as your arousal painted your mound and spread across your thighs, breathing out heavily in disbelief. he started to fuck his fingers into you faster now, and you whimpered in a pitch he’d never heard from you before. with his other hand, he assisted you in bouncing your hips at the same pace as his fingers. the room was filled with the sounds of squelching as his fingers fucked in and out of you, carrying along your slick with it.

“fuck, you’re so fucking wet. your pussy’s so fucking loud, baby, you must feel so good, huh? feels so good? don’t wanna wake anybody up, do you?” he was delirious, saying whatever came to his mind, his grip on your hip tight and his fingers wrecking you at such a torturous pace.

“mm-mm, mm-mm,” you cried, rocking your hips against his hands and damn near taking his knuckles— his interjections of “such a pretty wet pussy” and “you’re doing so good for me, you sound so fucking good, baby” brought you to your high, and you rode it out whale bouncing your hips up and down. legs shaking and thighs trembling as you tightened around his fingers, releasing all over him. your voice a muddled mess as you cried out. “fuck, carmy, i’m coming. i’m coming.”

“fuck,” carmen said through gritted teeth, his cock jumping in his boxers. “fuck, you’re so good. you’re so fucking good, yn, that’s it. that’s it sweetheart.”

you whimpered as you came, his fingers still deep inside of you and thrusting while you rode it out/

“i know, i know,” he muttered reassuringly, letting you get yours and then pulling his fingers out softly, resting his head against your rising and falling chest.

his hands returned to a smooth, kind roam as he let you catch your breath, touching every part of you to comfort you. when you had found your basis again, you sighed lovingly and wrapped your hands around carmen’s neck, pressing your forehead against his and gazing into his eyes.

a soft smile tugging at your lips, you whispered,

“i love you, bear. wanted to be around you all day, even after spending two days straight with you. still wanted you.”

“i always want you,” he replied without skipping a beat. he lifted his head up to kiss you. “and i love you too. if we can survive a twelve-hour road trip we can survive anything.”

“shit, if we can survive christmas with my family we can survive anything,” you giggled, kissing

his forehead.

“yeah, i love your family though. mom’s dope. sister’s hilarious. cousins are wildly talented. it fucking runs in the family. i don’t know what runs in my family, maybe… i dunno, bad shit,” he chuckled with a huff, shaking his head.

“hey,” you pouted. “don’t say that, bear. you’re sweet… attentive… loving… a perfectionist until it kills you, but, that’s valuable. isn’t it?”

you punctuated each word with a kiss, trailing down his neck and around his clavicles.

“fuck,” he breathed out. “don’t start something you can’t finish, now.”

“try me,” you grinned devilishly.

#the bear #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x black reader #carmy x black reader #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy smut #carmy x reader smut #the bear fx #the bear smut #black reader #x black reader

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mothiir · 5 months ago

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Absolutely love the way you're writing 30k Lion. Absolutely Zero Rizz on this man, only instinct. Need more of him some how not fumbling the bag on a baddie and being a feral ass space knight man.

Awww thank you! I love him. Here is more zero rizz all instinct . Warning this is quite literally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written

Cw: the lion doesn’t understand female biology

He inches himself in, finally -- finally -- hot and sweet and tight and so so good. By the sword of the Emperor Himself -- the Lion didn’t think anything could feel so good. Pressure all around him, clinging, sucking him in deeper and deeper and --

The head of his cock spikes against something solid; you yowl in pain, crumpling under him, burying your face deeper into the pillow. He frowns, pulls out an inch, and tries to ram himself back in. He’s not all the way inside yet, and he has to be, he has to be.

Once again, he smacks against the obstruction; your squeal of pain echoes once more, your little feet drumming on the mattress. You flatten yourself against his bed, trying your best to wrangle yourself away from him. His brow furrows, and he catches your head -- one hand mantling your whole scalp -- and yanks your face up so you can answer his questions.

“Open up for me,” he orders, pushing back in, very -- very -- careful as he grinds himself in slow deliberate circles, the head of his cock pressing against that unyielding tissue, his thighs tense to stop his full body weight crashing down on you. You whimper.

“I am -- I am -- “

“You’re not. I want to be all the way inside -- you’re stopping me --”

“Tha -- tha -- do you not know what that is?” you stammer, lashes wet and mouth swollen and red. He wants to kiss you. He wants to bite your lips clean off your face.

He growls.

“It’s -- it’s my cervix. It’s -- you can’t open it, it stops my womb uh -- falling out.”

This does not sound quite correct, but he does not know all of the intricacies of female biology -- why would he learn it? He does not need to know about the innards of human women, not really; only how easily they die, when they defy him or his Father.

Apart from now -- now he does. The gap in his knowledge is a thorn under his skin, and he does not want to acknowledge it. He scrounges through his memory, unearths something that Luther told him, back in the shadowed days of their youth. When I take someone to bed….

“Luther never mentioned a cervix. He said --” What was it? “He said you take it slowly, open them on your fingers, use lubrication if need be. That you look for a special little nub inside that makes the whole process more enjoyable.”

“...inside? Uh. So. Uh -- “

The Lion thrusts again, and you squall.

“--are you sure Luther was talking about women?”

“What do you mean?” the Lion says, licking over your sweat-glossed shoulders, irritated at the conversation, and yet…by the forest, he likes hearing your voice.

“It sounds like Luther was, uh. Talking about fucking men -- ow!”

“Why would he do that?”

“Maybe because he likes fucking -- ow --”

Your voice is adorable, but your little pleas and moans are even better. Besides: he does not want to talk about his brother when he’s buried inside you. Luther taking men to bed? No concern of his. Just like this is no concern of yours. Cervix be damned, he’ll work out something around it. Foolish human biology.

#lion/reader #my writing #ask me

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rotting-ink · 5 months ago

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How would the ros react to the witch telling them they're free use all the time? 😏

Hi Raven :>

L Rawlins: FLUSHES. Grumbles that it's not necessary, they're not some beast that needs relieving at all times. Holds out of a few days, always thinking about your proposition. Sees you up one morning, obviously... Available to them. They can't help it. They fold their body over yours and start to touch you but before too long they're releasing stress, Loralei riding you/tribbing and Luther roughly fucking deep inside of your hole. Then they become used to it, at least sleepily pawing you every morning and getting to release some stress before the day even starts.

S Della Rovere- Smirks at you, "Well, so am I." Amps up pawing at you, wanting you to make the first move of needing them to release your urges. Flashes you, drags their hand over your thighs and back. The moment you break, however? It's on. Fucking you endlessly, finding you arousing even at your most mundane activities. Will be all over you at events, pulling you upstairs and making you fuck by the banisters over looking the party, at meetings, pulling you into alleys. They're insatiable.

Z Chambers-Startled and embarrassed. They have a somewhat low sex drive and would murmur that they'd rather you use them as you see fit. However, some days they come up behind you and starts to touch you, your chest, your genitals, your ass, just NEEDING to cup and pinch and then proceeding to kissing. Riles you up so much and then finally fucks you.

V De Winters- Grins at you. Murmurs that you're perfect. Will fuck you all over the place. At their place, in public, at the opera, unable to keep their hands off you. Likes to tease you before hand though, dragging their gloved fingers over your thighs and side of your neck.

Seir- Well, you're never gonna get them out of you now. Wakes up with your genitals being pleasured. Loves to give you oral, as it gives them a huge amount of pleasure right back. Lapping at your holes before going further. Also insists that you treat them the same.

Saleos- So fucking smug. Big smirk. "As it should be." Wants you in a collar and naked most days and getting to fuck you whenever they want? Perfect. They treat you just the same but also tells you you need to ask so nicely if you want sex from them.

Starling Knight- A bit surprised. Grips your chin and makes you look at them in the eyes. "Alright. I'll take you up on that." Then for ages you aren't touched or used sexually. Just kissed gently and touched chastely. Then one night they come home, obviously stressed and just pulls you over their lap. Spends their night ruining you, teasing you, not stopping till you've cum too many times, on the verge of tears. They are obviously releasing stress just by doing this, going from a deep set scowl into a small, tranquil smile as they touch you.

A Lancaster- Eyes you. "You are a lustful creature, aren't you?" But smirks. Yeah, they fuck you a lot. Directly before patrol, after it, before meetings, usually after them, when they see someone else sniffing around you. Likes touching you stealthily at events and such. Smug.

E Rawlins- God lord do you even want to leave the house ever again? Their sex drive is insane and seeing you makes their rabies brain go into over drive. Every day, humping at you, licking you, biting you. Would fuckin love to go to their family home, where L stays and fuck you on most beds in the manor. Outside, inside, in alleys. Insists that you also use them but cmon, you're getting plenty just off THEIR drive.

Quincy Beaumont- Stares. Then grins. "Is that so?" Has you plugged up with toys all day. Loves seeing you shift and wriggle and they know why. Murmurs to you that you were the one who offered, so they simply must make sure you're always ready for them. Loves to take you backstage to the opera in the intermission, pull the toys from you and rUIN you, hissing for you to moan to the rafters to everyone knows what's happening. Kisses you on the forehead and sends you back to your seat when they go back on stage.

D Woolf- They blush from their ears down to their throat. Embarrassed. Mumbles something and hides behind a book and scampers. You will wake up time to time with your thighs all messy, since they'd be too embarrassed to properly do any penetration and would be happy riding or fucking your thighs!

#rottedinkspills #ask #the rot of witchwood #just love interest things #l rawlins #seir the familiar #v de winters #s della rovere #z chambers #saleos #a lancaster #starling knight #e rawlins #d woolf #quincy beaumont #nsft

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 1 year ago

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i really enjoyed your yandere allie’s being broken up with post! could you do one for a yandere 2p axis as well? thank you in advance :) sincerely, a yandere lover

(Y/N) stood in the doorway, a bursting duffle bag digging into her left shoulder while her hands tightly grasped the strap. Licking her lips, she murmured.

“I-I can’t do this anymore. We’re over.”

Japan: Kurai’s dull, garnet eyes slowly drifted from the paperwork on his dark, cherrywood desk to his Sakura blossom. He noticed the crystal tears that threatened to bubble over like an unspoken plea for mercy, terrified quivers that made her shake and tremble like a kitten left to die in the coldest December blizzard.

A shark-like smirk split his face as he cooed her pet name. “We have only three days until we are wed, do you really want to dishonor your family by calling it off?”

Trying to leave Kurai’s web is like trying to pull a live rat off a glue trap. He will manipulate you into staying by pulling at your sense of duty. It starts by mentioning all the people who will be disappointed should you two split. If you continue to insist that you are done. Then it will begin to get violent.

Kurai drags you with a bruising grip to a hidden white room, the door locking as he leaves you in isolation. For two weeks all you see is white, even the very food and dishes become that vile color.

At the lock’s click and hinge's squeak, you hoped in vain that Kurai had come to his senses. Finally letting you leave this hell. In reality, you saw red. A lot of red, of much so that he claimed it was to shine the honor that your ‘threat’ had tarnished.

Germany: Groaning, Luther popped his neck with a loud crack as he raised his scarred body from the worn, leather couch. His blond brow raised in a questioning manner. “What are jou talking about?”

He watched with cold, tired eyes as (Y/N) took a deep breath before forcing the horrible statement again from her throat like a lion cub’s first roar.

Chuckling, Luther shook his head as he held his out his calloused hand.

“Come now, Kätchen. Let’s nap on it before we do anything.”

Shaking her head, (Y/N) backed up. She screamed a loud no, before sprinting down the hall. Her bag swung and bruised her hip as slammed against the wooden door and fumbled with the slippery knob.

The click of the locking mechanism quickly became a loud slam as the door was forced to close again. (Y/N) now frozen still from the man she was trying to escape.

“Vhat made jou think I was asking?”

Luther is quick to forgive. A simple bow to his demands will quell his anger in ways that could be used against him. IF, he wasn’t already suspicious of all behaviors leading up to your foolish declaration. The missing objects, full cardboard boxes hidden in the closet, and failed attempts at distancing yourself from him.

Your announcement is what causes the iron fist to finally drop.

Similar to the ‘fighting and married’ bit, he begins with house arrest while retrieving all the items you’ve sneaked out. Any found attempts of planning to escape will lead Lutz to become more controlling and to harsher punishments.

What makes it worse, is that even on the darkest nights, locked in the rusted, gilded cage and draped in heavy, silver chains, Luther will remain outside the door. Murmuring promises of a better life and love, if only you agree to stay and obey. Forever.

Prussia: It had been two weeks since Wilheim let (Y/N) go. Two weeks of hoping she would return, of hoping she would realize how deeply their souls were intertwined. Fourteen days he had been pained by a wounded heart, that felt like each weak beat may be its last without his Maus.

He could bear it no longer when he watched as she set off with another man. The bright laughter and innocent blushes told him all he needed to know. With the flutter of his cloak, Wilheim set out to reclaim what he had lost.

Wilheim’s long, blood-stained life has taught him a lot. One such lesson is the use of free will. He hopes by letting you go for a time that you will come back, but as the time goes on without even a text from you, Wilheim begins to crack.

His cracks start small by stalking and recording. But as he hears how happy you are to be away and the proud compliments from friends about escaping the abuse, they become large fissures within his psyche

The last straw is your attempt to move on. That was the night he drags you back once the date is done. Questioning you on why you would betray him, did the time you spent together mean nothing?

With eyes like a burning ocean, Wil will force you into a small cell. Its tight walls only allow you to stand or sit. As the days wear on, you’ll find yourself taking comfort in Wilheim by your own volition.

He is the only one to open the door. So, doesn’t he deserve your love?

Austria: Jon cocked his head in a similar fashion to his little bat. Observing her intently as (Y/N) shuffled. She, at first, might have thought it was cute until a demonic laugh erupted from his pale throat. Heavy heaves for breath causing his chest to sink in showing his ribs in the tight, red shirt before expanding outward like an organic balloon, that no one could properly fill.

“That’z a funny yoke meine Queen.” Jon wiped a tear from his red eyes. “But, vhile jou here, did jou pick a place for dinner?”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly and muttered a no. “I-I’m breaking up with you, don’t you understand that?”

A loud sigh came from Jon as he stood from the leather couch. His heeled boots clicked against the wooden floor as closed the distance on the cowering woman.

“Of course I do, but” he looked at his shiny, black polished nails. “if jou really vant to, zhen go for it. Juzt don’t be zurprized vhen zomeone dizappearz.”

Jon lives in an odd mix of delusion and reality. He will take the smallest acts of obedience and view it as you submitting to and loving him. Every moment of rebellion shows him how far he still has to go until you are ready to be his Queen of the Night.

Since, you’ve decided to walk out the front door, consider the threat now a prophecy. He will start with the disappearance of a close friend. At first, you may dismiss it, until a body is found and the red words ‘come home’ are painted on the alley wall.

During your mourning, you try to tell the police of the possible lead. That Jon may be the cause of it all. Yet, it all falls on deaf ears as they explain that man doesn’t exist.

You, wanting justice, decide to confront him and run to his home, expecting a fight. Instead, you find an open door that reveals a dark house. Stepping inside, you feel a cold chill and gasp as the door shuts behind you, locking you in. Before you continue your forced path forward, you notice the shadows move like dancing snakes.

A quick glance and scratching at the light switch reveal no working lights. You scream when you feel the first shadow latch onto your ankle. Attempting to pull you through the floor. Shaking and pulling doesn’t help as more attach, eventually pulling you into an inky blackness. Ensuring that Jon’s pale skin is the brightest thing you see in your world of eternal night.

Spain: Armando’s eyes slowly lifted from the stacks of paper in front of him. His quill rested limply against his rough fingers as he took (Y/N)’s form in wholly.

He noted her straight lip tremble at its edges, the subtle scrapping of her nails over the nylon bag straps as his silence continued. She shuffled an inch back whenever he twitched or breathed too loud, before shakily regaining the lost ground. Though, she remained tense, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice.

His question shattered the silence like a hammer to a mirror.

“You want to leave me?”

“Y-yes, I do.” She nodded as her heels dug against the wooden floor.

“Well,” Armando stood before walking to a large glass and oak display case. His hand gripped the wooden handle as he opened it, reached in, and pulled out a large, silver axe. “I think that we should let a simple game decide our fate.”

This man isn’t going to let you go. End of story.

But! That doesn’t mean it will be a simple no with slices to disable your legs. No, Armando doesn’t work that way. He’ll have fun by forcing you to play a game, his favorite to be specific. Axe throwing.

If you are one to see the dark side of his world from the beginning, then you’ll know that your chances are low, even if you have thrown axes before. He won’t play fair, offering damaged axes and using a target that is just a little too far out of reach.

Most likely, you were kept in the dark. Not fully knowing the amount of blood that stained his hands. Your axes are sharp, but the target itself is dry, hardwood. Your muscles were never meant to throw with the power to dent such a mass, and it didn’t. You could only watch in fear as Armando hit consistently a bull’s eye each time from a different angle.

Depending on how badly you lose will determine what comes next. If Armando absolutely destroyed you, then he’ll keep his punishment simple. A quick snip to one of your Achilles tendons and being locked in a room with minimal contact for a couple of weeks with only him to rely on will help subdue your fire without snuffing it.

If you presented a challenge to him, then it would be worse. A debilitating injury to hinder your chances of escape mixed with a strict schedule of labor on the farm and obedience training. This mix will drown any thoughts of rebellion, leaving behind a fearful shell of yourself that is easier to control.

Italy: The silence of (Y/N)’s statement reverberated off the walls as Luciano set his wine glass on the dining room table. His leather-gloved hands came together to intertwine as a chinrest while he leaned back into the wooden chair—a large grin on his face as he sized up his darling fiancée.

“What made you think that was your call? When you agreed to be mine,” He stood, slamming his hands down as he leaned forward on the table, the taunting smile turned to a vicious snarl in a mere blink. “It meant until the day the world stopped turning when Italia would be wiped off the map and forgotten about by the fragile minds of mortal men. NOT because you got cold feet! NOT W-“

“I NEVER AGREED TO THE BLOODSHED!” She sobbed; the dam of emotions finally bursting. “You are nothing more than a monster that feeds off the mutilated flesh of your victims. Always looking for an excuse to kill again!”

(Y/N)’s declaration shocked Luciano like he had been bitten by a hidden viper. His eyes were wide as his focus never left the woman he loved.

She backed up a few steps. Hesitance caused her frame to tremble, before she turned her back to him. “I’m leaving, goodbye.”

It was only a few steps before the sound of maniacal laughter accompanied the sound of whistling metal.

(Y/N) gasped, before collapsing. As the laughter came closer, she saw three knives embedded within her flesh. All lay within her lower half, making the mere thought of running from the mad Mafioso impossible.

“Oh, Tesoro.” Her head snapped up to view the smiling Italian. “You’ll be staying with me forever.”

After your shouting match and injury, Luciano will decide it's time to retrain. After all, you’ve shown him that your loyalty was false. Nothing more than a piece of tin that needed to be forged into something stronger. Something steadfast.

He will take the time to rebuild you. Each step toward what he wants means healing, rebellion just creates additional injury. Eventually, you’ll either break into a creaked and numbed doll, or you’ll be the perfect wife, trustworthy enough to join Luciano in the flames.

Romano: (Y/N)’s stomach flipped as Fabrizio stepped closer, his questions ignored as she turned her back. She was ready to run, pushing her legs to their limit as she forced her stride to be at its max.

It wasn’t enough.

A small dart with a fuzzy tip, no thicker than the graphite of a #2 pencil and no longer than a standard ballpoint pen, had sailed into her thigh.

The mosquito-like sensation caused her to pause. Gingerly, (Y/N) tapped the object, before pulling it free. As she stared at it the world began to blur and sway. One dart became two, then four and more. Her attempts for balance failed as a numbing sensation crawled from the hit point.

Falling due to weakened legs, (Y/N) gasped as the marble floors caught her. She heard Fabrizio speaking, his voice muffled as blackness started to flood from her periphery. As the drug took its hold, the last thing she felt was the warmth of her devil’s hands.

To Fabrizio, it was a sin to end the relationship. He has done so much for you; creating fabulous outfits, spoiling you with various luxuries, and most important of all gifting you something precious, his love. When you ended it, allowing him no time to rebuttal, he threw away his dramatic flair. A quick shot of a special sedative, and you’re down and out.

As you’re fainting, Fabrizio will give his monologue. He rants about how he won’t allow one of the purest things to grace him to just walk away. No, it was time you learned your place.

When you finally awake, the world feels off. Firstly, you’re upright with legs bound to steel bars. Secondly, it’s a new, strange room. Your stand is surrounded by glass-encased mannequins, all dressed in outfits from many different eras. Some outfits go back further than the Dark Ages.

A subtle tightening sensation on the chest would distract you. Taking away from the strangeness of the room. Looking down you would see a white, velvet corset with silver steel rivets. Your breath quickened as the constriction continued, while your arms felt paralyzed. Black spots would reappear in your vision as a hushed chuckle brushed against your ears.

“Mia Bambola, it’s-a time you learn to listen.”

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #yandere #yandere hetalia #2p yandere #2p axis #2p italy #2p romano #2p germany #2p prussia #2p japan #2p austria #2p spain

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sharenadraculea · 1 month ago

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Baking

GN!Reader & Kid!Lion El‘Jonson Just some fluff I had the idea for yesterday and somehow allready finished

You still remember the day Luther brought Lion home. He was a scared little thing back then, full of blood and trying to hide at every opportunity. He looks much better now, sitting at the kitchen table in a sweater that used to be clean not that long ago and hair carefully braided. You could swear that just in the last few weeks the kid had grown a considerable amount.

Once you finish adding the flour to you mixing bowl you look over; in the meantime Lion has managed to grab the eggshells and is now trying to lick any remaining eggwhite out of them. „Is that tasty?“ You laugh.

„Hm…“ Lion doesn‘t really speak, few of the forest-children do. After a moment of inspecting the eggshells he stuff a handfull into his mouth a swallows before you can pry them out of his mouth.

You sigh and massage your temples. Another one of Lion‘s strange habits, eating inedible things. „Don‘t do that, look I‘m making muffins, those will be way more tasty than eggshells.“ You mumble as you take the remaining shells to throw them in the trash.

Lion grumbels about it of course and instead grabs the basket of blueberries and starts eating them. After a moment he notices your gaze and hands you the basket almost apologetically.

„Thank you, that is very polite of you.“ You say and pop one of the berries into your mouth. „But we can‘t eat too many of the berries, or there won‘t be any left to go in the muffins.“ You explain, not quite sure how much Lion understands, as you start mixing the dough.

Lion watches you, bright green eyes focused on the berry-basket. He pouts upon seeing you adding the blueberries to the dough and stretches his hands out, a high-pitched whine escaping his mouth.

After a moment you relent and give the basket back to Lion, some berries still inside. „Just don‘t smear them all over the table again, yes?“

„Uh…“ Lion presses the basket against his chest, as if fearfull that you would use the remaining berries for some reason he doesn‘t quite understand too. It takes a moment before he starts eating again, legs swinging back and forth.

You smile when Lion starts babbeling as you fill the dough into the muffin-tray. He has been doing this more as of lately. „You can‘t eat this yet, I need to bake them first. If you eat the dough now, you‘ll get a stomach ache and that wouldn‘t be fun.“ You explain as you put the tray into the oven before gathering up the dirty cookware.

Lion watches you and after a moment stand‘s up, trailing after you. He stops a good meter away from the oven, having learned from experience that it is better to not touch it. He flops down, gaze focused on the muffin tray.

„You‘re keeping a eye on the muffins for me, yeah?“ You ask, deciding to wash the mixing bowl later and sit down next to him.

„Mhm…“ Lion closes his eyes and leans against your shoulder.

#fanfiction #my writing #warhammer 40k #lion el'jonson

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sonicblueartist · 1 year ago

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Mansion Full Of Foxes

Warnings: MDNI, smut, mention of sex, cursing, etc. Everyone is adult here so don't worry!

This is a preview chapter

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: All Tailses from every universe is here for us~ Here is a list for who is into who (Of course we gave every each of them a nickname, to not get confuse anyone... I'm still trying to get used to them too so...)

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

@ctheathy

Banzai (Secret History Tails)

Kitsu (Miles [WWMH])

Foxie (Miles [Operation Crimson])

Lunar (Tails [Tails’ Dark Diary])

Umber (Anti-Miles)

Hollow (Hologram Tails [The Ankh])

In between:

Sails

Citrus (Tails [There's something about Knuckles])

Knight (Blacksmith)

Ashen (Tails.exe)

Suave (Starved Tails)

Phantom (Inner Tails)

Zaddy/Bubba (Ali Baba)

Hero (Tailsop)

Wolfy (Tails-Zilla)

Kukla/Pop (Tails Doll)

Chaos (Metal Tails)

Maviş (Luther)

Goblin (Tails [Tails Gets Trolled])

Brownie (Tails [AOSTH])

Cub (Zails)

@kaylas-world-0

Tails

Mangey

Nine

Mint (Prime Tails)

Honey (Movie Tails)

Cherry (Boom Tails)

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; It's mating season for foxes. Let's see what's going to happen in a house/mansion full of foxes that have issues and conflicts 👀

Word Count: 3055

A/N: This is kind of like a smut fic so... My friend and I made this for fun. We gonna use ocs so beware! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT JUST LEAVE

Have Fun!

"You've got issues that I like"

Kayla reached for two cups. She picks up the milk and pours it in.

"Okay, Mangey. Watch carefully. Because you can't keep dropping the cups and licking them from the table! This is how you need to drink."

She grabs her cup and sits on a chair and carefully shows him how to drink it. Mangey watches her gulp it all down, fully focused and head down on the table.

She gently put the cup on the table, "See? It's easy. Now you try."

She reached the other cub towards him. He grabs it and starts licking it from inside.

She blink, "Eh, That's an improvement at least." She scratches behind his ear and watches him purr happily.

"You did good!" His tails sways happily, he threw himself off of his seat and jumped on her. Licking all over her face.

"Hey! Hey! Stop it! Mangeyy!" She whines.

"Kayla?" She stopped pushing him and glanced towards the door, Nine stood raising an eyebrow. Mangey continued snuggling on her neck.

She grins nervously, "H-hi, Nine. You want something?"

Nine' face was serious, "Did you forget what I told you a few hours ago?"

She perks up, "Oh, right! You guys wanted to talk to us about something! I'm so sorry it completely--"

"It's fine. Just come to Tails' workshop." He turns away and walks off.

She raised an eyebrow at this, "Okay, Mangey let's go." She easily lifts him in her arms and starts to carry him towards the workshop.

She finds everyone in there waiting for her.

Her sister perked up seeing her figure.

"Sorry for being late…." She apologies sheepishly.

Tails smiled gently at her, "That's fine Kayla."

She gently puts Mangey down on his feet and he quickly snuggles on her legs.

"He's been awfully clingy today. I mean he was always clingy but…"

Tails cleared his throat, "Actually that's what we wanted to talk to you two about." Glancing away.

She raises an eyebrow and glances at her sister. She shrugged, signaling she had no idea either.

The two turn to Tails carefully listening.

"Uh, okay. We're all ears." He takes a deep breath, glancing anywhere but the two, "Well, you see… Nature has some laws. The most natural thing is to be born, grow up and eventually die--"

She panicked, "Mangey is dying?!" She gripped him tightly in tears.

Tails stuttered, "What?! No! No one is dying!"

"O-oh…"

Ctheathy could feel certain sky blue eyes staring bullets at their presence. And she had felt slightly nervous under the amount of pressure their surroundings had given them, especially after having been ripped from the other fox’ comforting embrace. She had always enjoyed thinking of hugging the others, it felt as a small yet safe way to connect with each other, and though she'd been pushed away on several occasions. Deep down, she secretly hoped that it could comfort them right the same way. She listened closely to what the others had to say as she kept herself quiet, always having been a teensy tiny bit too shy to speak up for her own. Though she certainly wasn't one to miss out on any responses that seem to have held deep emotion in them, so when Kayla had cried out her words, she immediately got her attention back to her gaze.

She snuck up to her and caressed her shoulder to try and ease her worry. Seeming how she had quite the panic over the idea of the darling fox losing his life. She flinched slightly at this, her eyes meeting her own blue ones, but they quickly softened after realizing what she was trying to do, muttering out a “thank you” as Tails continued with slight worry lingering in his tone.

He awkwardly squirmed in his position, seeming to think about how to continue his speech as he bit his tongue slightly in response to his overwhelm. “Ah, w-well-!” he started, a nervous sweat going down his forehead as both of the humans eyes connected onto his own again. He fiddled slightly with his hands, not being all too positive in his wording as he started letting out a few “um’s”. The room was starting to grow awfully quiet and the air grew a tension, a few mutters and perhaps even muffled cursing could be heard throughout the place.

Ctheathy and Kayla looked at each other in confusion, having no clue what to expect. But their thoughts quickly got interrupted as a “Just tell them already-!!” rang through the room, coming from Lunar as his already thin patience was starting to run out. A huff came from Umber as he crossed his arms, the other foxes standing beside them seeming to run low on patience as well. Whispering was starting to get noticeable around the place and Tails let out a small sigh, seeming to have decided upon his talk. They had to know. He looked us dead in the eye and his own narrowed slightly.

“Kayla, Ctheathy, do you both um … Are you aware of some of nature's essential proceedings considering our species?” He spoke with careful words, almost as if the humans were incredibly delicate and fragile to the topic. They both currently had no clue what the hell was going on, and their expressions had said everything. Kayla just blinked with an expressionless look on her face, and Ctheathy just tilted her head slightly, as they both seemingly had no idea what he was referring to. Yes, nature has it's natural common events, but we just couldn't put the puzzle pieces together with what this had to do with the meetup.

Feeling real dumb right about now, Ctheathy let out a small sigh she didn't know she had been holding, and had decided upon speaking for the first time in a while. She carefully spoke, not wanting to upset him, “I’m afraid we're not sure what you're asking…”

Kayla glances at Tails with a face she is trying to process what he just asked.

Noticing this with Ctheathy pointing out their physical confusion he nodded, sighing.

Tails leaves all his over thinking behind. He needs to let it out for them. They need to be notified about this.

He inhales deeply getting ready for his speech, "Look, nature has it's rules. Birth, growing up, death and such… I wanted to talk about birth here so… You probably know what partners have to do if they want kids, right? N-never mind forget what they have to do! W-what I mean is, we mobians are divided into various types as you know. So… we as foxes like other mobians have a natural clock… but in different time from others of course. And well it's like a clock that when it ticks midnight like in Cinderella, poof, our hormones are--" he stopped himself when he saw the confusion on humans faces as well as the weirded out expressions from the other foxes. He noticed how awkward the tension became.

Fuck, he messed up his speech! He practiced for a few days for this!

He panicked and reddened, "I-I mean--" his voice became small.

Nine groaned loudly, "It's mating season for us damn it!!"

Tails flushed yelled at him, "We talked about this Nine! We're not going to show that fact to their faces like that!!"

Nine rolled his eyes, "I rather die than listen to your awkward speech again. This was less painful and easy to do."

Tails grumbled in vain, "I started pretty good what happened? That's not an excuse to traumatize them like that! You can't just say stuff like that and be okay with it! They needed to warm up on this first! Why are you so cool with this?"

Sails stepped in, "I think ye confuse them enough."

Everyone's eyes turned towards the only humans in this household waiting for a reaction.

After processing the conflict between them Kayla holds her mouth to prevent herself from chuckling, for some reason their fight comes to her funny with the weird topic at hand... But this is a serious matter, she bit her cheek.

"Wait wait…" she gasps, "Are you guys for real? I thought- I thought it wasn't possible." She muttered to herself.

Nine tilted his head, "It is as real as we are. And it's as normal as you two having periods. Nature is full of weird biological shits." He rolled his eyes.

Ctheathy got lost in her thoughts for a little while after that rollercoaster of emotions. She's heard of mating seasons before, but she had little to no knowledge on it's effects other than stronger hormones, much less the changes in behavior or consequences it might have for them. And these thoughts alone already left her worried, the worst possible scenarios going through her head as she kept herself quiet, just staring at the floor underneath their feet. She didn't know what on earth to think about this information, the way it had been described didn't seem pleasant in the slightest, and though she felt interested and wanted to ask further, she was mainly anxious for the foxes’ wellbeing during the described time.

The stares felt as if they were pushing her into the ground, awaiting an answer from the both of them. Her sister had already given her own response to the new said information, quick, even. But Ctheathy had no idea where to even start, so many questions…

She decided to go for a show of concern, wanting to show her worry for the events, “You… You've described the occurrences as if they're incredibly difficult to go through for yourselves and those around you. Could you elaborate…maybe?” She merely whispered at the end, the topic hadn't seemed preferable for any of them to talk about and she had honestly already felt guilty for questioning any further. But she felt as if they had to know just in case it could cause potential danger or any other little traits we'd have to keep in mind. Kayla nodded in response at this, seemingly wanting the knowledge herself too.

Tails merely sighed once again, still seeming to be somewhat stiff from previous events, “Well… What do you expect? Our hormones and senses shall be increased and going through a rampage during that time--” Tails seemed to already shiver at the thought, and Nine stepped in after the realization set in that he wasn't going to continue any further, “And we're gonna be expecting you two to defend yourselves-!” Though it sounded more like a demand more than anything, they knew he had good intentions behind the request. But his worries worsened their paranoia ever so slightly.

“As they restrict self-restraints too” Sails added, looking us in the eye and showing concern for them.

Ctheathy and Kayla weren't sure if they were supposed to freak out by these warnings, they must be rather brutal for it to affect them this deeply, but this certainly wasn't what they expected when they got called in here. And seeing their worrisome expressions, Citrus decided to step in with a more gentle approach.

“Ah… What we are trying to say is that the safety of the both of you means a lot to us. We wanted to put down some strict rules in order to prevent anything from happening” which some of the other’s nodded at.

Ctheathy's racing thoughts calmed a little at this, and she was thankful for them even bothering to ensure their safety, but with this a sudden realization suddenly set into her mind and she stood up, worried. “H-hold on a second there-! But does this imply these events can cause all of you any… potential pain?” sadness was visible in her eyes… She didn't want to see them hurt for an entire month.

Many just looked away slightly, awkward even, which was slowly starting to confirm her fears as she narrowed her eyes in response and looked down. But she flinched as she felt a hand on her shoulder, looking up for her eyes to meet Banzai’s. How didn't she notice him sneaking up to her? Their eyes stayed connected with one another as his soothing voice tried to ease her mind, but it was hard.

“Do not concern your minds over these circumstances, my dears. There's other things that are of prime concern” and the others let out sounds of agreement, seeming to have spoken of this with each other before. Huh, guess communication is possible in this household, after all.

Kayla thought about all the things they said until Banzai stepped in. To say the least she was confused was an understatement...

"Other prime concerns-- Like what?"

She glanced at him when Nine answered, "Like your safeties. It had to be our first and only property."

Kayla shook her head at this, crossing her arms, refusing, "No way! If you guys are hurting! Then it is also important! We are going to help. Like you guys help us go through our periods."

Her sister nodded agreeing with her, "Is there any way we could help you guys with?" She asked gently and as worried as her.

The room went awfully quiet.

The humans stared at them waiting for a response.

"Well?" Kayla urged them to speak. Every one of them seemed at the edge.

Tails cleared his throat, "Well… you see… uh… There is a way…. but uh… it's- no, it's uh…. not what you think…. it's not the same with period cramps… You gotta reveal it… somehow… well…" he tried but failed.

Lunar rolled his eyes with a groan, "It's sex, we need sex."

Tails flushed, "That's not-- Be quiet! it's not exactly--"

Lunar huffed, done with their shit, "Exactly what? We need sex to reveal this! That's it! Just accept this already! We need sex so we can reproduce. This is nature. This is how the world revolves. It's normal. It's an urge! Couples always have sex! Either to have fun or not. There is no need to make sex look abnormal!--"

Foxie groaned, holding the bridge of his nose, "Will you please stop emphasizing it?!"

Kayla and Ctheathy stared at them all as they started arguing over this.

Ctheathy could feel her face starting to burn up after the sudden outburst. She was currently questioning herself how she hadn't figured things out and gotten the hint before that and she could clearly see Kayla’s cheeks having gained a reddish tint as well, but it was nothing in comparison to her entire face.

She bit her lip and shook her head, trying to decrease some of the warmth as she had noticed them creating the start of a fight… Again. She could feel her ears starting to tingle as the noises around them worsened, the arguments starting to become an issue for the both of them as her sibling covered her ears in the exact same irritation.

Things continued for a little while, the place had started to feel suffocating and she knew she had to do something, otherwise there was a massive chance of certain bad outcomes. Her sister noticed her trouble and quickly went for her arm, giving it a small squeeze to try and comfort her in response. Ctheathy looked down from her standing position and gave a gentle smile, being incredibly grateful for her attempts to ease her mind. But she knew this fight had to be put to an end anytime soon.

Everyone freezed for a second with a noise lighting up in the room. They all glanced at the side as Hollow walked in. He freezed seeing everyone in a tight atmosphere. He stared for a second until he slowly backed away and walked out of the room, “You guys can fuck yourselves I am going. I just woke up damn it. This is too early in the morning for this.”

All the foxes quickly continued their heated argument like nothing even disturbed it.

“Everyone, please… Quiet down-! Fighting won't get us anywhere…” Ctheathy’s voice was starting to turn light, nervousness getting to her head once again as they either ignored or hadn't noticed her pleas. “We won't solve anything if we keep yelling at one another…” her quest still hadn't been heard, as the rambling continued alongside the room, it having become even louder over time, the space felt tight… Too tight “guys…!” She started once again, but she forced her eyes shut after realizing her attempts were unsuccessful, the loudness getting to her and her sister had certainly noticed.

“EVERYBODY, SHUT IT-!!” Glaring at the group, she stood up and let out a huff that made very much sure that everybody was currently listening to what she had to say, as the amber coloured foxes’ eyes turned their way in response. It had always surprised Ctheathy how easily she was able to get each and every single one of them in line, she envied it even.

Kayla turned to her with kind intent and gave her a smile “Go ahead, Ctheathy”.

She muttered a small “thank you” and straightened her back to try and seem to have more control over the situation, but it definitely hadn't felt that way. She gulped, all eyes being glued onto her form by now as she felt her anxieties double. “I’m sorry for causing this conflict-! I should have understood the hint, but please do understand that arguing won't help us with anything.” She tried being as gentle as possible with her words, not wanting to set them off. “Besides, ahah… There are still a few questions I'd preferably have answered just in case, you know-- boundaries and all-! I really wouldn't want to worsen the state all of you will be in just because I made the wrong decision…” Her eyes turned to the floor once again, not very used to the attention and she felt her cheeks starting to flush once again. She heard a few sighs going through the room and she swore she could have seen the eye rolls if it wasn't for her eyes being glued onto the ground, but she appreciated how the fighting had at least taken a stop.

Tomorrow will be the first day of Mating season as we were told. Most of them decided to close themself in their room and hunt for food and water for themself from markets beforehand. And some of them decided to stay in the workshop to work and busy their minds. And some of them didn't care at all and were gonna continue their daily activities like nothing changed.

Kayla and Ctheathy decided to sit and drink some tea in the garden while watching the stars revolve around them as everyone was inside minding their business.

Kayla spoke up, "We should talk about what we can do for them. I mean obviously we are not gonna… sleep with any of them so…" she muttered.

Ctheathy agreed, "Yes. We're gonna show extra care for them. Making food, leaving nice notes and such."

Kayla hummed, "Yeah… they would appreciate that…"

They continue observing silently.

"Damn."

"What?" Ctheathy asked curiously.

Kayla sighed, scratching her cheek, "I guess… I'm a little scared for tomorrow. I mean they already started acting really weird. I-I'm afraid I can't handle it without giving in……"

Ctheathy reassured her, patting her hand, “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every minute of it. I won’t let them do anything to you.”

"This is gonna be a long month…" Kayla whined.

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angegigigi · 21 days ago

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If you like iv0ryc3st, you're either a pubescent chick or an adult twitter pervert who spends 24/7 on the internet.

if something is my observation, being in this fandom, I will not go anywhere, then more often the fans of this peering are teenage girls spitting bile just because they do not like their "magnificent" fantasies, what about adults is even scarier, they are so obsessed with the topic of inc3st (I'm kind of serious) okay, they did not romanticize it there, But no. They write nasty posts about how they want to f4ck Randal and write that Luther is a f4cking ped0bear. I used to find accounts of these adult shippers saying vile things about minors and so on, continuing to romanticize inc3st

I myself am not against it in fan fiction/comics/film if it is NOT ROMANTICIZED. Understand that most often such close-family ties in the real world are violence and nothing more, what they write in the comments and show on p0rn sites is complete nonsense. They are perverts who should be banished to a mental hospital and have their sick heads treated.

As for teenage girls, I'll understand them. The teenage brain wants some kind of "immorality" and something unusual, not those boring fluff fanfiction with unicorns eating rainbows. They want to show that they are not like everyone else, how cool (not in a bad way) and so on, hormones after all, but never are you a f4cking adult ass woman j3rking off to a gay/heteronormic iv0ryc3st, and then writing posts on your stinky twitter how good it is to f4ck minors and write your fanfiction how Luther is turned into a f4cking p3d0phile again and licks his sister Randal's p3ssy, who f4cking acts like he's wanted it for a long time

Have you ever read a comic book? With your ass? Luther did not show any p3d0 tendencies, at most in the role of BDSM dominant and passive on some maps Captain Howdie, and only on himself or on catmen. Well, Randal just doesn't like it, in the mini-comic about Cousin Frank, there's an example of that, lol. And Randal is not eager to fuck Luther, but wants to take power in the Ivory house

"B-but this is peering! There's no point in shipping 🥺" ! But this iv0ryc3st is just not logical, well, like how!?! Ranseb and rantoru have some kind of logic, of course Sebastian hates Randal Ivory, but you can beat it like Stockholm syndrome, and even in the last parts of the comic he more or less tolerates the antics of his master, well, in rantoru it's understandable

Now people will write to me that Captain Howdie once said that this is canon and in general I'm a fool if I'm so sad about fictional characters, but you understand that Howdie made requests from his fans of his own comic book. What's wrong with entertaining your fans who have seen your creation? Yes, even rummaging through the pinterest, you can see screenshots that Howdie doesn't like this ship, he just laughs at it and that's it

And in general, all peirings and their crazy fans suck in the ranfren fandom, where puberty and kid lovers will not step again

I can write the same post about everyone's favorite rantoru and about the love between two catmen, the outcome will be the same

#ranfren #ранфрен #randals friends

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sireditsalot4 · 9 months ago

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Summary: Takes place during this scene where Kara is talking about Lena flooding Kara’s office with flowers.

Warning: Smut, finger penetration, riding

After the hug Kara and Lena pull away. “Bye.”

“Wait!” Kara stops in her tracks and looks at Lena. “Umm, you should stay,” Lena says. “I wish I can, but I have to go.” Kara points to the door. Lena moves closer to her. “you should stay. Really.” Kara eyes Lena and watches as she closes the distance between them. Getting the hint Kara can feel her cheeks heat up. Is this really happening? She thought.

Running her forefinger and middle finger down Kara’s arm, the Luther grabs hold of her bag and puts it down on the glass counter. Kara didn’t even have time to respond in anyway because the next thing she knows Lena leans in all the way and captures her lips with her own and wraps her arms around her waist bringing her closer. “What if someone walks in-” Kara lets out a gasp as Lena makes her way down to her neck, “No one will come in, they know not to.” She licks a line up her jugular. Lena smiles as she feels Kara’s body shudder from excitement. This makes Lena let out a laugh and sits down, “Come here.” Kara tilts her head. “You want me to sit down on you?” She stutters. Lena nods. Kara looks down at what she’s wearing, figuring out how she’s going to keep her skirt down. Placing both hands behind the couch she places each knee on each side of Lena and stays hovering over her, scared she might break her. “Lena, are you sure about this? I don’t want to ruin what we have-” Lena rubs her hands over the revealed flesh and the kryptonian immediately freezes, the touch sending sparks to her core through her back. “Don’t. It’s just sex Kara, it doesn’t have to be anything else. That’s the beauty of it.” Lena leans forwards and captures her neck licking a streak up to her jawline.

“Oh Lena…” Kara moans. Lena moves her hand up slightly, stopping until she’s inches away from where she wants to be. “Can I?” The Luther asks. Kara nods. Moving her hand the rest of the way up she brushes her forefinger knuckle against her clit, earning a small groan from the blonde. She can feel her slightly pulse against her. Begging to be touched. “Please.” Kara begs. At this point she knows that if she keeps this up she’s going to come sooner than she thinks. Pulling the white and pink cloth aside, she gathered saliva on her finger tips and brought them down, stroking the nub in slow circles.

“Oh fuck,” Kara starts to rock her hips. Lena keeps her focus on her hand and the way Kara is rubbing her cunt on her. “I’m so close…”

“We haven’t even gotten started yet,” Kara moves her hips faster against her fingers, having to think quick she thrusts two fingers inside, causing her to gasp loudly. “Fuck me!” “I will.” Lena laughs and starts thrusting, matching her movements with the kryptonian’s. Pretty soon the office is filled with moans, cries and wet noises coming from Kara’s pussy. “Fuck, I’m coming…”

“Come on fingers, you’re doing so good baby.” Lena rubs her fingers against the squishy spot inside Kara and that sends her over the edge, gripping the back of the couch. Her walls clutch her fingers and Lena groans. How can someone be this tight? A tear from the couch cushion can be heard but no one cares, to sucked into the moment.

They both sit there, breathing heavily. They have no idea how this is going to work now between them, after what just happened,

how can they?

#lena x supergirl #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers

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monayen · 8 months ago

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"Ku-Ku." | Randal Ivory

➷ Paring - Randal Ivory x Fem!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - Noncon, Master/Pet play, cunnilingus, fingering, slight bloodplay, unsafe sex, pain

a/n - randal brainrot, i adore this lil freak :3 first fic on this blog btw !! requests open (check my pinned) also ignore any mistakes

Luther Von Ivory scans his options presented to him, there are many animals, but he's looking for something specific. A human. He actually didn't know what his brother preferred in humans, but he's sure Randal wouldn't question Luther’s wonderful taste.

The employee gets to you, “She just came in.” He sees you kick around in the cage you were in, “Let me out! I’m not an animal!” Luther sticks a long finger through the bars of your enclosure. He winces when he feels you chomp down on it, quickly drawing it back.

“Are you sure this isn't a dog? I much prefer cats if that's the case.”

“She's a full blooded human! Trust me, found her hitchhiking on the side of the road myself.”

“Hm, okay then. I’ll take her.” Luther’s lucky he kept a sedative in his car. You’ll get trained later.

Randal basically squeals when he sees you, immediately pulling you out of the box and into his arms. For however drugged up you were, you could make out what they were saying perfectly.

He shook you, “Brother, you really didn't!”

“I did. Isn't she pretty?”

“Yeah! I like the way her eyes droop, the drool is a great touch too.”

“That's not permanent, Randal.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Well, her name is (Y/N).” You can barely mumble as you make out blurry beady eyes staring at you through thick rimmed glasses, “I want…to go… h…home.”

A bizarre giggle escaped his lips, ku ku? “Don't be silly, you are home now.”

You decided to just sleep.

Soon, you had to wake up. And when you do, you see you’ve been put in a frilly, black dress. It’s short sleeved with a white bow on the v-neckline, lace detailing follow the curve of your waist. You notice matching thigh-high black socks on you as well, though you didn't have on any shoes.

You are sober enough to note the room. Posters hang on the wall, all odd anime things, along with creepy dolls littering around that stare. It then hits you that you are sitting in a cushioned coffin.

Holy shit. This is some freak shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Before you can fully get up, the door slams open. “You’re awake!” It's the boy, Randal. You scream and jump back, falling back onto carpeted floor. Suddenly, he’s on top of you.

“Nyon reeeaaaallllyyyy got you in some cute clothes! You look like a doll! Very lifelike.” He seems to hum out the words as he straddles your hands to the side of your head.

“I want to go home! Let me go home!” You thrash beneath him, but he's freakishly strong for someone so lanky. His grip tightens on your wrists. “Nuh-uh. We bought you. Legally, you are mine.”

He keeps that toothy smile on his face, “Anyways, you were on the side of the road. You really didn't have a family, did you?” Randal laughs his weird laugh again while you stare at him with wide eyes, “Exactly what I thought!”

He doesn't loosen his grip as he brings his mouth down to lick your ear. You clamp up, “Don't… don't do that.” It comes out meekly, and though Randal isn't that intimidating in size, you feel dwarfed.

“Ah, I can train you however I want. I’m your master, remember?” Randal’s breath feels hot on the side of you before he licks you again, this time on your neck. “How about you say it? Say that I’m your master.”

You choke on a sob you didn't realize you were holding in as he murmurs into your ear, “Hey, listen to me.” Randal’s noticeably becoming more aggravated, his gloved nails are digging into your wrists now. He still keeps that terrible smile on his face.

With burning skin, you whisper, “You're… you’re my master…” Randal twists your wrists, “Louder for me.”

You cave in, “You're my master!” Finally, the pressure on your wrists is gone. He laughs again, moving one hand down to your waist while the other rests on your thigh. “Ku-ku, I like that!”

He fiddles with the side of your dress, slowly hiking it up to where your thighs and panties are fully exposed for him, the red on his face deepens. “You really are so so pretty! Soft, like a human pillow, so soft. I just wanna eat you.” He breathes heavily, “I just might.”

There's something prodding at the fabric on your thigh, he pulls them apart without much hesitation. “Please, don't.” Again, it’s quiet. He coos at your small plea, “Pets have to listen. Now, lift your ass.”

Finally, you're exposed to him. The dress is discarded next to you, along with your underwear. You want to curl up, hide, cover, anything. You can't. His grasp is too firm, and truthfully, you are scared. He doesn’t care to hurt you. He sees you as a pet, his human. That is your biggest flaw

Gloved fingers find your cunt, prodding at your entrance. Randal fiddles with the fly of his pants, pulling himself out. He strokes himself lazily, eyes glued to the sight of his fingers sinking into your pretty pussy. A small moan forces it way out of you, he has long fingers– like his brother. Soon, he’s knuckle deep, face inches from your slick heat.

“Hah, you're dripping!” You can't bare to look at him, head tilted in the air as you huff at the good

feeling. You aren't prepared when he suddenly sticks his tongue between your thighs. Oh. That gets a long moan out of you, “Nooo–”

Randal smirks, savoring your taste as he sloppily laps his tongue around his fingers and against your cunt. He can't help himself but jerk off his aching cock, getting off to your noises. He’s tasting you, but he wants more.

It feels like hours, but it's probably only been a few minutes that he’s been eating you out. It's creditably sloppy, drool drips down between you and you know he isn't great at it– but the eagerness makes a knot build in your abdomen. A loud moan mixes with your pleas when that knot snaps. You let go a pitched breath when he finally separates his tongue and fingers from you, moving to hover atop of you.

“I was right, you taste amazing.” He’s catching his breath, grabbing his cock as he aligns it between you, “You’ll feel amazing.” You want to beg but you know he wouldn't listen, why would you? You're just a pet. A pet he can do whatever to.

He rubs against you, teasing his tip at your entrance. “You want it? You want me to fuck you?” The shade on his face is heavy, his glasses are foggy but you can still see the glint of lust behind them, staring right at you. He grabs your face to look at him, “Say it. Tell your master you want it.” Again, he digs his nails into your puffy cheeks.

“Please– please master…” He roughly ruts against you, the side of his length rubs against your clit as he groans, “Fuck yeah!” Randal pitches, loud moans pull out of him, grabbing your clothed legs and angling them to rest on his shoulders, finally sinking his whole length into you.

You swear you see blood drip from his nose when he forces himself in, but you can't focus on it, he’s already moving in and out.

God, he's loud. Louder than you even, he can't keep himself together, clearly in bliss with his mouth hanging open slightly. “Ooooh– perfect, perfect pet!” Randal folds you, positioning roughly. He's trying to reach the deepest parts of you, he isn't concerned how your legs sting at the stretch. He's too focused on the way your tits bounce up and down, hypnotizing him to go deeper, faster.

You really are perfect, tight and wet around him. He wants to keep staring into your big, teary, eyes. It all aches him to get closer to you. He wants to fully consume you. For him to become a part of you. No, scratch that. You become a part of him.

“Hah, hah, you make your master feel soooo good.” He licks your tears, making you attempt to pull slightly from him, but he doesn't allow that to happen. Instead, he makes sure to fold you more, knees pressed against your chest in a way that makes you even tighter around him.

He’s speeding up, babbling about how good you feel. You feel like you can't even get a breath in now, it's hard to expand your lungs with your legs and Randal’s weight so close to your chest. Red blood drips onto your face and you look to see the pure lust Randal has spread across his face. You want to reach and wipe the blood so badly, feeling how it drips so closely to your mouth. Randal beats you to it first, gripping your face again and wiping his blood around with his thumb.

He laughs, smearing it across your face. Then, he tightens his grip again, his blood covered thumb rests on your quivering bottom lip, “Open up, doll.” You grit your teeth, trying to turn but his grasp locks you in place. “Ah, you should listen to your master.” You relent. “Good girl, ku-ku. I know you bite– don’t even try.” Then, he sticks his whole thumb in your mouth, rubbing it on the back of your tongue to make sure you taste the iron. You want to gag and bite, but you know you can't.

Randal finally draws his gloved thumb from your mouth, his blood replaced with your saliva. “Fuck– you feel so good, you me to come outside or inside? You– ah, tell me.” He’s twitching inside you, and quickly you shake your head, “No–”

“Kidding, I'm coming inside!”

Your stomach turns, and you hate the knot in your abdomen that makes you tighten around him, helping him come undone inside of you. He’s pumping white before you can even refuse, snapping his hips against you so hard you're sure you might bruise.

It's hard to tell how long it's been when Randal finally pulls out of you. You feel him drip down your sore legs, dampening your thigh-high socks. He eventually gets off on top of you as you both catch your breath. You lay on the carpet, a sticky and full sensation swallows you whole.

Randal has the nerve to snuggle next to you, wrapping his arms around your bare waist and burying his face into your neck. The smallest sob gets stuck in your throat, there isn't any way to get out of this, is there?

“Sh, just go to sleep. You have more training later.” Ku-ku.

#randal ivory #ranfren #randal ivory x reader #x reader #tw noncon #tw pain #fem!reader #dark content

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thatone-girly · 2 years ago

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ON TOP

"i want you on top. i want you to find your favorite spot."

"𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.", Savannah sighed to herself as she closed the door to her and her boyfriends shared loft. the smell of the brand new Jasmine and Lavender candles Savannah recently bought filled her nostrils as she stepped further into her home. she dropped her purse and her briefcase at the door before making her way down the hallway.

the faint sounds of Luther Vandross filled her ears as she walked closer and closer to the living room. as she stepped into the carpeted area. the familiar smell of cannabis filled her nostrils. she sighed once she saw the heavenly sight that sat upon her. her boyfriend, DeVante sat shirtless on the black suede couch with a lit blunt resting between his lips.

he was in a man spread, with his head resting on the back of the couch. his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the slow jams coming from the built in speakers connected to the television. his caramel, tattooed skin and gold hoop earrings glistened from the moon light coming into the living room from the ceiling to floor windows.

"De'?", Savannah called out softly. the males eyes opened slowly before his head lifted at the same pace. his blood shot red eyes looked up to see Savannah's standing in front of the huge windows. he put the blunt out on the ashtray that sat on the glass coffee table before standing off of the couch and pulling his sagging grey sweatpants up.

he licked his plump lips as he made his way over to his girlfriend. his long, slender arms snakes their way around her waist as he bent down, planting a firm kiss to her lips. "hey. how was ya' day, baby?", his deep, nasally voice filled Savannah's ears. he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck as he pulled her body closer to his. Savannah damn near melted at the intimate contact the male provided.

"stressful.", she answered simply as her dainty, manicured hands found their way to his muscular arms. DeVante hummed before letting go of her. Savannah's eyes followed his tall frame intensely as he went and sat back on the couch. he sat back and lightly pushed his pelvis upward to get back into his comfortable man spread.

"come here. sit down and tell daddy about it." Savannah laughed and rolled her eyes but did as she was told and sat by De' on the couch. she reached down to take her shoes off, but was stopped by DeVante. "Nah, I got it. lemme get ya' shoes off, baby.", he spoke, his voice low and smooth. "you just lay back and relax." he softly pushed Savannah back onto the couch and took her feet into his lap. he removed her heels and began to massage her feet. "now tell me about ya' day."

♡︎♡︎♡︎

"wait, so she was mad that she plead guilty even though they had evidence that she did it? and she cussed you out?", DeVante asked in disbelief as Savannah told him one of the many bad experiences she had today. "yes, De'. i had to remember that i was in a court house cause if i wasn't, i would've daffy ducked her ass."

DeVante let out a deep chuckle as he continued to rub Savannah's feet. a comfortable silence fell over the pair as they let the slow music play in the background. DeVante rotated his thumbs on the soles of Savannah's feet, relieving pressure that was bothering her for the whole day. she released a soft moan and closed her eyes as DeVante worked his magic on her feet. "mm. De', that feels good, baby." a smirk took over DeVante's face before running his tongue over his bottom lip.

"you know what else would feel good?" Savannah opened her eyes and smirked, seeing De' looking down at her feet. "what?", she questioned. once again, a deep chuckle fell from DeVantes lips. He grabbed both of her ankles and gently put her feet on the ground. he then grabbed her hand and pulled her upper body up. pulling her onto his lap, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "me making you feel good.", DeVante spoke as he planted soft kissed up and down her neck.

"me hittin' ya spot while you scream my name." Savannah's breathing picked up as DeVante whispered dirty words in her ear. the husky tone in his voice plus his plump, soft lips moving up and down her neck made a pool form below. her left hand rested on his shoulder while her right hand rested on the back of his head. she bit down on her lip as small moans left her lips. "me makin' you cum over and over."

"De'", Savannah moaned as DeVante sucked on her neck, leaving a love bite. her fingers ran through his curls as his long, slender fingers maneuvered to her shirt. he began unbuttoning the small buttons that held her shirt together. "me havin' ya legs shakin' while you lay there whinin' and cryin'." continuing to unbutton her top, DeVante continued to whisper dirty statements in her ear.

"me makin' ya' toes curl and ya' eyes roll back." after finally getting her shirt unbuttoned, he softly pushed at the fabric and let it fall to the floor behind Savannah. after getting the shirt off, his large hands made their way down her back, sending shivers down her spine. "me makin' you scratch my back while you try ya' best not to be too loud." a louder moan fell from Savannah's lips as she felt DeVante palm her ass through her stretchy pencil skirt.

"me makin' you have to bite the pillow to keep you from screamin' and wakin' the neighbors up." DeVantes lips moved to her chest as he left love marks on the way. "take this off fa' me, baby.", DeVante said as he lightly tugged the fabric of Savannah's skirt. pulling away from her chest, DeVante lifted his hands from her hips and allowed her to stand up. Savannah began to take her skirt off, but was stopped.

"aht. turn around.", DeVante instructed Savannah. she smirked as she turned around and faced the huge windows of their shared apartment. hooking her thumbs into the hem of the skirt, she slowly pushed the article of clothing down her melanin legs. licking his lips, DeVante watched as Savannah teasingly bent over to push the skirt to her ankles. to his shock, he got an instant view of her full ass and wet pussy, revealing that she wasn't wearing panties. with a dark chuckle, DeVante reached out and grabbed Savannah's hips, pulling her towards him with her back still facing him.

his fingers reached up and unhooked her black lace bra and let it fall to the ground. he turned her around and pulled her back onto his lap. he wrapped his hand around her neck, but he wasn't choking her- yet. he pulled her down so her lips would meet his. the kiss was slow and passionate. DeVantes other hand rested on her thigh as she began to slowly grind her hips. DeVante released a groan into Savannah's mouth as the couples heavy breathing and slow kissing noises filled the room.

"keep doin' that, baby. just like that." Savannah listened to her man as she released a moan, feeling her clit rubbing against De's clothed shaft. "you wanna know what's gone happen tonight, Sav?", DeVante asked as his hazel eyes burned into her brown ones. Savannah nodded as she continued to grind her hips into his, receiving pleasure herself. "i want you on top to start off. and while you on top, i want you to find ya' spot.", DeVante rasped in Savannah's ear. releasing a moan, Savanna listened to the whole plan DeVante had for the night.

"when you find it, keep ridin' till you feel ya'self cummin'. you hear me, baby?" Savannah nodded again and closed her eyes, receiving a hard smack to her exposed ass. she let out a mid-volume moan at the harsh contact De's hand made with her skin. "keep them eyes open. keep 'em on me.", he demanded as Savannah's eyes shot open. "once you feel ya'self cummin', ima finish what you started. ima get on top, and once i get there, i ain't stoppin', ma."

Savannah released a small whine as DeVantes deep, husky voice guided her through their whole rendezvous before it even happened. "i'm not stoppin' till ya' legs shakin'. i'm not stoppin' till you screamin' my name and beggin' me to stop. and even then, i might not stop, baby.", he husked as he held a semi-tight grip on her hips. Savannah's eyebrows furrowed slightly as her and De' held their burning eye contact. she could feel herself coming to a finish from his eye contact and voice alone.

"now help daddy take his pants off so he can make you feel good." Savannah halted her pleasurable movements and assisted the male with removing his sweats and underwear. she climbed back onto his lap and leaned down to connect their lips. to make sure his dominance was still asserted, DeVante wrapped his hand around her neck again and added pressure, this time lightly choking her. with his other hand, he tapped her thigh, signaling her to lift up. she took the signal as De' used that same hand to grab his shaft.

rubbing the tip on her clit to tease her, DeVante smirked against Savannah's lips as she moaned into his mouth. after finally aligning himself with her entrance, Savannah slowly lowered herself onto his length. pulling away from the slow and sloppy kiss, Savannah let out a loud moan and threw her head back as she felt DeVante stretch her out. "fuck, De'!", she moaned as he slid deeper into her walls. DeVante bit his lip as he watched her reaction to his girth stretch her walls.

"look at that, baby. i already got you screamin' my name." with a whine falling from her lips, Savannah moved up and down slowly on his shaft to allow herself to get used to his size. DeVante groaned as he felt Savannah's walls fit him like a glove. his large hands rested on her thighs as he patiently waited for his girlfriend to adjust to his size. when she finally did, her pace picked up a bit.

"ohh, fuck!", Savannah moaned as she held on to DeVantes broad shoulders. her nails slightly dug into his shoulder blades as she bounced on his large shaft. she bit her lip at the euphoric feelings of his veins throbbing against her slick walls. "there you go. ride yo' dick, baby.", DeVante groaned out as his fingertips lightly dug into her thighs. trying her best to contain her moans, she bit her lip, but honestly, it was no use. DeVante had such daddy dick, didn't even have to be doing anything and he could make still her scream. he was literally just sitting there and he had Savannah damn near going crazy.

her eyes slightly rolled back before they closed completely. once again, her head fell back and her mouth hung open as sinful noises fell from her mouth. DeVante planted kisses up her neck and jawline before grabbing her neck again. "ride it till you lose it, baby. i got you." he pulled her lips into his and took control, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Savannah struggled to kiss the man back as she felt his phallus getting closer and closer to her spot. their steamy and sloppy kiss was interrupted by a loud moan from Savannah. her movements halted as she breathed heavily. DeVante smirked, realizing that she had found her favorite spot.

"what's the matter, baby? it feels too good?", he teased with a smirk as he tilted his head to the side. Savannah, who sat in the same squat position with her eyes closed just whined. "De', that's- that's..", Savannah stuttered over her words from the amount of pleasure she felt as DeVante sat deep inside of her walls. "that's ya' spot?", De' finished the statement for her making her nod quickly. if it was up to DeVante, once he had found her spot he would've kept going, but he told Savannah to get on top and find her spot, which she did.

"that spot right there?" Savannah let out a yelp of pleasure as DeVante thrusted his hips upward harshly. Savannah's eyes rolled back and so did her head as DeVante continued to thrust upward. "oh my -fuck, De'! right there!", Savannah moaned as she placed her hands on the back of the couch, holding herself up into a squat position. "right there? you like this?", DeVante teased as he continued to hit her spot with his upward thrust. his pace was quick and steady as his hips snapped upward into Savannah's.

"yes! yes! right there, fuck!", Savannah screamed out in pleasure. DeVante respect her wishes and kept his stroke the same to hit the same spot. "o-oh my fuckin' god! De', i'm finna cum!", Savannah warned as her eyes rolled back. "ride it out, baby.", DeVante said as he finally rested. ignoring the burning sensation in her legs, Savannah quickly began to bounce on DeVantes shaft again to ride out her orgasm. with her breathing heavy and beads of sweat forming along her hairline, she stared into her lovers hazel eyes as she felt her peak coming. her nails dug into the back of the couch as her stomach caved in.

suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head and her already sore legs gave out. her body got weaker by the second as she felt her orgasm rush through her. she sat in De's lap and breathed heavily as he watched her lose it right in front of him. her hands weakly ran down the man's arms as she felt her body began to fall backwards. DeVante quickly grabbed her forearms and pulled her back up right before she fell. keeping a hold on her arms, DeVante waited till she got it all out to check on her. "damn, you good?", he asked with a chuckle as he watched Savannah try to catch her breath.

she nodded as she finally regained her composure. her legs trembled slightly as she tiredly laid her head in the crook of his neck. "you tired, baby?" with another nod, Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck. he shook his head and laid her down on the couch. he began to kiss her neck, leaving more hickeys next to the ones he'd already left. "you remember what I said though, right? i said after you found ya' spot and you came, I was gone get on top", DeVante husked. Savannah wrapped her legs around the mans waist as he rubbed his hands up and down her thighs.

"i know you tired, but don't worry 'bout it, baby. daddy gone put you straight to sleep."

#devante swing #90’s vibes #-THATONEGIRLY #Spotify

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adiduck · 6 months ago

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Hello! My guests are gone and I have written,,, a Kisse. Send me a kiss for SaintSpy May!

36. Fierce Kiss

Ethan finds Simon on their patio, sitting on a lounge chair with Cat in his lap, staring up at the stars. Truth told, he’s not really seeing them—it’s just something to look at that isn’t Ethan and their… call them guests, bent over his kitchen table with maps and tablets and reports and read-outs, heads bent together in tense, low discussion. “Are they gone?” he asks before Ethan can even start to say anything.

Ethan gives a long, drawn-out sigh. “They’re gone,” he says. He sounds tired and tense—well, Simon is too.

Cat heaves a big doggy sigh, shifting around to put her head on Simon’s chest. Simon runs his fingers down over her head the way she likes, letting her weight and the steady beat of her heart settle him a little. “And are they coming back?” he asks, still not looking over at his husband. “And if they don’t, when do you think the next group will?”

“Sweetheart,” Ethan says. “I didn’t give them our address to put on the list of safehouses.”

“You shouldn’t have given them our address at all,” Simon points out.

There’s a long, tired sigh. “I thought,” Ethan says, from where he’s standing behind Simon, “that when I indicated that I wanted to retire they’d actually respect the request.”

Simon scoffs. “Well, you were really fooling yourself, Ethan,” he says. Ethan still hasn’t walked around to where Simon can see him. That’s fair, Simon thinks. He still hasn’t turned around—

“You’re right,” Ethan says.

Simon stills all at once. “...Come again?” he says.

“You’re right,” Ethan repeats. He sounds absolutely exhausted now, tension threaded through his tone—no, not tension, Simon was wrong about that. He finally turns his head, glancing up at his husband—ah.

Not stress. Anger.

Maybe more than anger.

“I should’ve just refused to give them my address,” Ethan’s saying, and reaches up to rub at his face. “I know what they’re like. How many times did I have to just flat out refuse to answer a phone when we went on vacation? No boundaries at all.”

Simon takes a deep breath, letting his own tension fall from him all at once. It takes some of his own anger with it—and some fear. Ethan isn’t thinking about getting back in, and he certainly isn’t doing it without talking to Simon first. “Do we know if they were followed?” he asks—next on his list of concerns.

“They weren’t,” Ethan says. “I checked, and then I called Benji and Luther and had them check. They apologized, even—they didn’t realize this wasn’t a safehouse.”

“Why would they?” Simon asks, still stroking down Cat’s head and ears. “Apparently, we’re listed as a safehouse.”

“About that,” Ethan says. “Can you check over the updates to our security, and then take us off that list? Actually—actually can you take out address out of the system entirely?”

“...I’m sorry?” Simon asks.

“Take us out of the system,” Ethan says, coming around to sit down on the armrest of Simon’s lounger. “Like you do with references to yourself. I’ll—just reregister where they should send absentee ballots or something. We can get an apartment in the States—let them send agents there instead of to my home where my husband and dog live—”

Simon reaches up, grabs the front of Ethan’s shirt, and hauls Ethan down into a fierce kiss, hard deep and breathless. Between them, Cat squirms, and then her tongue licks at Simon’s chin—asking to be released. Simon breaks the kiss with a laugh, pulling away just enough to let her jump off his lap. “Sorry, kitty-Cat,” he says, and then promptly pulls Ethan back in again. He smiles to feel Ethan flailing, attempting to arrange himself so he’s not half-falling onto Simon’s lap. He swings a leg over Simon’s and settles down in the space Cat vacated, hands braced on the lounger to stop him squashing Simon. Simon slides his fingers into Ethan’s hair, holding him just where he is. “I can do that,” he says, right up against Ethan’s lips. “Absolutely any time.” He punctuates it with another deep, hungry kiss, just to drive the point home, before finally releasing Ethan and letting him pull away enough to catch his breath.

“Wow,” Ethan says, blinking at him like he’d been smacked with a two-by-four. “Uh. Remind me to talk about buying apartments more often!”

“Yeah,” Simon says automatically. “Real estate really does it for me.”

“Noted,” Ethan says, and then they’re kissing again, drawn together like magnets, the kisses slowing but no less intense.

“Tell me you want me to wipe you from the IMF database again,” Simon whispers. “That was really hot. Extremely sexy.”

Ethan laughs, and kisses him, and kisses him.

Simon checks Ethan’s security changes later that night. By the morning, Ethan Hunt’s known address has vanished from all IMF servers.

They find themselves unable to keep a record of it ever again.

#100 Kisses Challenge #adi is a writer #saintspy may #saintspy #ethan hunt x simon templar #ethan hunt #simon templar #catherine 'cat' hunt the greyhound puppy #look! boundaries!#good for you ethan!!!

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