#mark is going through a rough time so he is going to feed his friends to his sister

[moonmonnu]

Until Dawn/ The Quarry au because I like the stuck in a mountain theme and werewolves

[cherryxbooo]

You’re my ideal type

Summary: A video from a year ago of Oscar talking about his ideal type went viral, making his fans wonder why he chose his girlfriend. This leaves y/n with a lot of questions herself.

Note: First time writing for Oscar! I kinda went with the flow. Let me know what you think! 😌

Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: fluff/angst

It was a beautiful, sunny day in Monaco. I was out with two of my friends, enjoying brunch together and soaking up the good vibes.

We spent hours talking, laughing, and joking around—overall, it was a fantastic time.

Afterward, we decided to go for a stroll. That’s when we stumbled upon a gorgeous spot with an incredible view. For girls, that can only mean one thing: a photo session. And, of course, we took full advantage.

We snapped countless pictures of each other—exactly what I needed. I’d been wanting to update my Instagram feed, and I knew Oscar would appreciate a few of these too. A win-win situation if you ask me.

Hours later, we decided to head home. Parting ways was bittersweet, but we all had things to do.

When I finally arrived at the place Oscar and I shared, I immediately went inside, feeling my social battery completely drained.

I glanced at the clock and sighed. There were still a few hours to go before Oscar would be home. Feeling a little bored, I decided to tackle some household chores to pass the time.

Eventually, I finished everything and switched to full-on "bed rotting" mode. As I scrolled mindlessly on my phone, I remembered the stunning photos we’d taken earlier.

Sitting up, I started going through them, carefully picking out the best ones to upload to Instagram.

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oscarpiastri Pretties girl ❤️ by author

alexandrasaintmleux Gorgeous ❣️

yourusername Says you 💋

f1_dailylvr81 She's so girly coded love it 💅

fashionistaformula I can't be the only one thinking about that one interview of Oscar?

paistryln481 You're not alone, every time I see her I keep thinking about it

foryoutt16 Wait what? I'm lost, what happened?

cocosainzyy55 @foryoutt16 An old interview of Oscar when he was still in F2 resurfaced and he was talking about his ideal type and the description he gave matches nothing to his current girlfriend. People are suddenly bringing this up again, wondering why he didn't choose his ideal type.

foryoutt16 Oh damn that's rough...

The comments and likes flooded in, as they always did. Sometimes, I forgot that I was dating an F1 driver—it came with its own kind of spotlight.

But as I scrolled through the comments under my post, a few things caught my attention.

One comment in particular stood out: something about an old interview of Oscar.

Confused and curious, I decided to look it up. Little did I know, I was about to regret it...

My stomach twisted into knots as I watched the video, realization sinking in. Oscar described his ideal woman, and her characteristics were unlike ones I possessed. I felt a wave of insecurities and doubts wash over me, each word a reminder of how I didn't fit the bill for his ideal partner.

My heart sank with every word he spoke, describing his ideal woman's qualities - and every one felt like another reminder of how far off the mark I was.

I couldn't help but wonder, "Why did he choose me?" His words stung, and I questioned whether he settled for less than his ideal because he didn't have better options.

On cue, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke, Oscar returned home and called out my name. His voice echoed through the hallway, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. I hesitated, a mix of fear and confusion gripping me, as I debated whether to face him with this newfound knowledge.

He entered the room with a warm smile, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. He greeted me with a gentle kiss on the forehead before starting to speak in sweet words.

"Hey babe, how was your day?" he asked, completely unaware of the recent discovery I made.

I forced a smile, trying to hide the turmoil inside as I replied, "It was fine," my voice trying to mask the disappointment and insecurity that bubbled up.

The words left my lips, sounding hollow compared to the usual warmth in my tone.

Oscar sensed the hint of falsity in my fake smile. His observant nature picked up on the subtle cues of my distress, and he recognized that something was off. Yet, instead of immediately asking about it, he chose to hold off, observing to see if I would bring it up.

Oscar wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He kissed my temple gently, his touch providing a temporary sense of comfort.

He knew something was bothering me and chose not to press, offering a moment of respite instead. "Do you want takeout?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

I replied softly, trying to match his tenderness, "Sounds good." Despite my conflicting emotions, I didn't want to dampen the mood by revealing my insecurities.

"Takeout sounds great," I said, attempting to sound cheerful.

Oscar reluctantly let go of me, reaching for the phone to place the takeout order. In his absence, I seized the opportunity to sneak a look in the mirror, as well as to search for pictures of Oscar's ideal type.

I scoured the internet, comparing every aspect of my appearance to the images of his ideal woman. The comparison fueled my insecurities, amplifying the feeling of not measuring up.

My tears threatened to spill as I stood there, comparing myself to Oscar's ideal, but before they could, I heard Oscar's voice calling out.

"Y/n baby, the food will be here in twenty minutes," he informed me. I swiftly wiped away the tears before responding, attempting to hide the vulnerability in my voice, "Okay, thanks for letting me know."

Splashing my face with water to compose myself, hoping to hide any traces of my tears and distress. With determination, I dried my face and returned to the room where Oscar was, trying to mask my vulnerability.

After the food came, we ate together. I was quiet, it was mainly Oscar talking which was odd because normally it was always me talking and he would listen. We were currently cuddled up together after eating

Despite our cozy cuddle on the couch, my mind was preoccupied with worries. Thoughts like "What if he leaves me?" and "What if I'm not good enough?" consumed me.

Oscar noticed my distraction and asked if I was alright, concern in his voice. I replied, "Just tired," and although he didn't fully believe it, he decided not to push further.

Oscar spoke up once more, his voice soft and reassuring. "Y/n?" he began, his eyes searching mine.

"You know I love you, right? If there's anything bothering you, you know you can tell me," he emphasized, his tone filled with patience and support.

I nodded, attempting to hide the depth of my worries and insecurities. "Yeah, I know. I love you too," I responded, trying to sound reassuring.

The words felt heavy, knowing the weight of my unspoken fears.

A few weeks had passed since that moment of insecurity, and I had been avoiding Oscar, even though we lived together. I had made excuses to skip every Grand Prix , claiming I was too busy with work.

Yet, here I was, facing the mirror on the morning of a home race, feeling utterly unprepared. The interview weighed heavily on my mind, and I wasn't in the right state to face it.

Standing in front of my reflection, I looked at myself, thoughts of my inadequacy resurfacing.

Oscar entered the room, his gaze settling on me. He positioned himself behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my head.

His presence brought both comfort and nerves as I stood in front of the mirror, still grappling with my insecurities.

He spoke softly, his compliment genuine and sweet. "I didn't know it was possible to be this pretty. You look amazing love," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

I stepped away from him, the compliment not offering the comfort it usually would. My actions were distant, as if I was subconsciously putting up a barrier.

"Thanks," I responded distantly, my tone devoid of the warmth that usually accompanied my words.

The fear of his departure and my sense of inadequacy still lingered in my heart, casting a shadow over the moment.

Oscar seemed puzzled by my distant behavior, his confusion evident. Seeing right through my attempt to avoid him, he asked gently,

"Baby, did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?"

His voice was tinged with concern, his eyes filled with hurt at my distance.

I quickly responded, trying to change the subject. "No, you did nothing wrong. Uhm, shouldn't you leave for the race?"

Oscar looked at me, his gaze lingering on me before reluctantly letting it go.

"Wait, weren't you coming with me?" he questioned, his tone hinting at his confusion.

I responded with a slightly busted attitude, "Oh, uhm, I'm not done getting ready yet. I'll come later, though."

It was a lie, and Oscar seemed to sense that something was off.

Despite the passing time, he decided to focus on his own preparations while stealing a moment to kiss my forehead before leaving.

I took a moment to muster my courage, realizing that Oscar didn't deserve being pushed away because of my insecurities.

With a deep breath, I prepared myself to face the day and attend the race, pushing through the weight of my doubts.

As the hours flew by, I found myself standing in the garage, watching from afar, torn between my worries and the desire to support him.

After awhile I decided to go to the restroom since I still had some time before the race started.

As I was walking, I heard voices behind me, and my name being mentioned caught my attention.

I stopped to listen—not that I meant to eavesdrop, but hearing my name made it impossible not to.

From what I could tell, these girls were likely McLaren fangirls. Well duh after all, they were dressed in papaya colors.

Girl 1: "It's crazy that Oscar is still dating y/n. She doesn't even fit his ideal type."

Girl 2: "I know, right? Like, she's not even close."

Girl 3: "Yeah, he must be leading her on or something."

Girl 4: "Or maybe she's in it for the fame and money."

Girl 5: "Oh, definitely. There's no other reason she would be with him."

The girls' laughter echoed in my ears, each comment like a punch to my heart.

Girl 2: "Seriously, you'd think he could do better than her."

Girl 1: "Yeah, she's not even that attractive compared to the other girls he's dated before."

Girl 3: "I bet he'll realize soon that he could get someone way better."

Girl 4: "Well, if the fame and money aren't enough, then he's definitely settling."

I couldn't bear to listen any longer, my tears streaming as I fled to the restroom, seeking solace to hide my distress.

Time slipped away as I stayed there, isolated, wrestling with my tormenting thoughts and self-doubts.

Meanwhile, the McLaren garage buzzed with pre-race energy, but Oscar couldn’t focus. His eyes darted around the paddock, scanning for any sign of you.

Anxiety churned in his gut as he spotted his teammate leaning casually against a workbench.

“Lando!” Oscar called, walking over briskly.

Lando glanced up, eyebrows raised. “What’s up, mate?”

Oscar hesitated before blurting out, “Have you seen Y/N anywhere?”

Lando frowned, clearly puzzled. “No, mate, haven’t seen her. Matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve seen her around for the last few races. Is everything okay?”

Oscar sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, mate. She’s been so distant lately, and I have no idea what I’ve done to upset her.”

Lando’s expression softened, a mix of pity and thoughtfulness. “Could it maybe have to do with that video that went viral again?”

Oscar blinked, confused. “What video? That old F2 interview of mine? That was years ago! I was just joking in most of it anyway.”

Lando shrugged, giving him a pointed look. “Mate, you might want to check the comments under her recent Instagram post. I think that’s your answer.”

With a sympathetic pat on the back, Lando turned and walked off, leaving Oscar alone with his thoughts.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers quickly navigating to your profile. The comments under your latest post hit him like a brick.

“Oh no,” Oscar muttered, his stomach sinking. “No wonder she’s been distant…”

He mentally kicked himself, remembering that dumb interview where he’d been too cocky for his own good.

“I didn’t even mean half the stuff I said,” he whispered to himself, cringing at the memory.

Before he could search for you and explain himself, a crew member called his name, dragging him toward the car for pre-race preparations.

“Great timing,” he muttered under his breath. But he made a promise to himself: as soon as this race was over, he’d find you and make things right.

Meanwhile, back to you, the restroom break had taken longer than expected. The initial plan to kill time before the race started had backfired; now, a dull ache was forming in my head, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease creeping up on me.

I leaned against the sink for a moment, taking a deep breath. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself, but the discomfort wasn’t going away.

Deciding it was best not to push myself, I pulled out my phone and quickly typed a message to Oscar:

Not feeling great. Heading back home. Don’t worry about me.

I hesitated before hitting send. He’d probably be confused or even concerned, but the last thing I wanted was to worry him.

With a sigh, I hit send and slipped my phone back into my bag.

As I stepped out of the restroom and headed for the exit, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt.

On the way, I also let Oscar's manager know I left, just in case he didn't check his phone.

I knew Oscar would notice my absence, but today, it felt easier to retreat than to stay and face everything swirling in my mind.

Little did I know, Oscar was already worrying.

The race had ended, with Oscar clinching a solid P4, just behind Lando. Though pleased with his result, his mind was elsewhere.

He wanted nothing more than to see you, to feel your arms around him, and hear you tell him how proud you were—just like old times.

But as he scanned the crowd, his hope began to waver. You weren’t there.

His manager noticed Oscar’s distracted gaze and approached him. “Looking for Y/N?” the manager asked gently.

“She left you a message. Said she wasn’t feeling well and headed home.”

Oscar’s jaw tightened, his heart sinking. You hadn’t told him the truth.

A mix of frustration and hurt bubbled to the surface. Without a word, he decided to skip the team celebrations and headed straight home.

When Oscar arrived, he didn’t waste a second. Dropping his bag by the door, he called out loudly—his voice sharper than usual.

“Y/N!”

You were downstairs in no time, a soft smile on your face.

“Oh, hey, Osc! You’re back early. How was the race?” I asked sweetly, trying to act normal.

But Oscar wasn’t having it. His expression was hard as he stared at you.

“You would’ve known if you didn’t leave,” he said, his voice laced with frustration.

Guilt washed over me, and you stammered, “I’m sorry, Osc. I wasn’t feeling well—”

“Cut the crap, Y/N!” he interrupted, startling you. His voice was raised, something he rarely did.

“When are you going to finally admit the real reason you’ve been like this? Tell me! I’m sick of it!”

I flinched but couldn’t blame him. He deserved an explanation. At the same time, I’d had enough, too. My emotions spilled out, my voice breaking.

“How would you feel if people kept telling you that your partner is too good for you? That you’re not good enough, that you’re too ugly, not their type, only with them for the money?!”

Tears streamed down my face as you continued.

“And yes, it’s about that stupid interview of yours! I can’t help it, okay? Call me dumb, call me a crybaby, but this is too much!”

By now, I was full-on sobbing, unable to meet his gaze. But before I could crumble further, I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me close.

His voice was soft now, gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me, baby? I could’ve helped. We’re a team, remember?”

I sniffled, my voice trembling as I replied, “Those were your words, Oscar. I can’t take them back or change them.”

He sighed, his hand running soothingly up and down your back. “Babe, that interview was years ago. I was joking around the entire time. If you’d watched the whole thing, you’d see that.”

I shook my head, unsure, but he leaned back just enough to look at me.

“Since when is my favorite color pink?” he teased, a small laugh escaping him.

Despite yourself, you let out a small laugh, too.

“That's better,” he said, smiling.

“Listen to me. Everything I said in that interview wasn’t true. I was 18, tired, and didn’t even want to be there. I was just trolling to get it over with.”

I laughed again at his confession, finally meeting his eyes.

“There’s that pretty smile,” he said, his tone softer now. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, but next time, talk to me, okay?”

I nodded, wiping your tears. “I will. I’m sorry for doubting you… for pushing you away.”

He smiled warmly, leaning in to peck your lips a few times.

“It’s okay, love. I get why you did it. But don’t you ever doubt yourself again, yeah? You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. If anyone doesn’t deserve someone, it’s me. How did I get so lucky, huh?”

He cupped your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“Don’t you ever doubt yourself,” he whispered. “You’re my ideal type. Always.”

I laughed softly. “Alright, alright, I get it.”

Suddenly, Oscar scooped me up into his arms, bridal style, making me squeal.

“Osc! What the hell are you doing? Put me down!”

He grinned, shaking his head as he headed toward the bedroom.

“Nope. Let me show my gorgeous girl how much I love her.”

And let’s just say, the night ended perfectly. From that moment on, I never doubted his love for me ever again.

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oscarpiastri An amazing race to finish off the week. A big thank you to the entire team and the fans. Also a big thank you to my beautiful girlfriend for being the best support.

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yourusername So so proud of you Osc!!! Love you! 🩷

oscarpiastri Love you too pretty!

landonorris Well done mate 🙌 extra support is always great!

oscarpiastri Thanks man! You're right especially if she's just my type 😉

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lalalandnorris4you Oscar really gagged all of you haters purr 💅

frvrformulaonestan1 This is the cutest thing ever brb I'm going to cry 🥹

notyourfan481 Bro Oscar you don't have to lie we all know this ain't you

osclvy/n Girl stfu he isn't going to notice you ffs 🙄

lovelypeachlan4 You thought you did sum? Get out 👉🚪

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yourbffuser Looking like a snack 😋😍🥵

yourusername Love ya 💋🫦

oscarpiastri Gorgeous 😍

yourusername Love youu Osc 🥰

alexandrasaintmleux So so so pretty 😘

yourusername Says you beautiful 😉💕

lv4motorsports81 She's so pretty omd

manyyynorriz She's gorgeous, don't know what people were on about 🤨

banananorrispiastry81 🤢

nothingthelessnorris4 And you did this for what ☠️

piastrybakerlvr Move on he isn't going to notice you 🥱

lvlynorrisss4 Yet your comment didn't make any change to this world... Grow up 🤦‍♀️

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[hyewka]

can i suggest a fic where beomgyu is helping take the reader’s mind off a bad breakup…. by fucking the living SHIT out of her NDJDNDJDJDJ

while i fuck you straight | c.bg

warnings; hard dom best friend!gyu, sub!reader, unprotected + pullout method, breeding kink, a spank or two, praise + degradation (mostly praise), slut shaming, rough marking, a tinge of possessiveness, friends w/ benefits, no romantic feelings involved (or are there?), ruined orgasm, princess pet name, beomgyus an insatiable manwhore lol, needy perv gyu with a lot of spit play, fingering, titty sucking hehe, literal messy filth and also barely proofread on my end

a/n; have to thank jazmine with all my heart for proof reading and giving suggestions, i love you so much 😭 @heart2beom this shouldn’t be a big deal as it is, but it is my first time writing full on dom beomgyu so it is this mini celebration for me and all the dom!gyu enthusiasts (i hope) 😇 reblogs are appreciated, keeps me going

You held your phone above your face, scrolling mindlessly through your socials, though subconsciously, you were really just awaiting a call from your boyfriend. Well, now ex-boyfriend. It's already been a week since you got dumped but no matter what went down that day, you couldn't get over him.

It was pitiful every time you jumped up from your bed at a notification just to find it was in fact not your ex asking to take you back and ...just a random spam email.

Beomgyu had his back against your bed, legs sprawled on the floor, also on his phone. You guys had run out of things to talk about when every conversation spun its way back to your ex- Seen that new marvel movie? You wanted to watch it with your boyfriend. That professor just got fired! You remember your boyfriend used to complain about that class. Gosh, you don’t think you’ll ever get over him.

"You're miserable." Beomgyu suddenly brings up.

You groan, as you repeatedly refresh your feed. "Gee, thanks Beomgyu. That definitely doesn't make me ten times more miserable."

He lets his head fall back on your bed, looking up at you through an upside down lens, abandoning his phone. “No, like truly miserable. I’ve never seen you so up and dry and…sober. Be young, live a little.”

You narrow your eyes at him, looking past your phone for the first time in a while. “…You talk like you’re 80 years old, about to retire and wallow in self pity, having experienced all there is to life. Thanks Gyu but no thanks.”

“I’m an old soul Y/N.” He says patting his chest, and you roll your eyes. Not necessarily refuting it, it’s his entire personality. “Where’s the chick I used to know anyway. The old Y/N would’ve been over this in a day with a quick hookup rebound.”

You finally put your phone down, staring up your ceiling. He was totally right. Who else would be right about you if not Beomgyu? But you don’t want to think about your old self, or you’d start sobbing again. Not like you were a totally great person, but that person wouldn’t be so stuck on someone. Anything but being the lovesick, doting person you would’ve made fun of just a year ago. God, he really changed you hadn’t he?

You kick your feet, whining, falling into the abyss of treasured memories. “You don’t understand, he was different, he—he was the one, you know?”

He ponders for a bit, room silent, staring at you through his soft lashes, and you think that maybe he’ll give it you; sympathize and understand that grieving was the entire process of a first love. The silence is suffocating when finally, he lets out a light scoff, cutting through it. “No, no I don’t know. Bet you just got soft.”

“God, fuck you Beomgyu.”

He grins his stupid grin that the situation definitely doesn’t call for, “You wish.”

You think if he wasn’t with you through thick and thin for the past four years, you would’ve definitely developed some sort of hatred.

You could visibly notice a lightbulb spark above his head with the way he immediately sits up straight. “Hey, hey wait.”

You tentatively watch as he turns his back away from you, laying both his arms on the soft cushion of your mattress. “I think I might’ve just had the best idea ever. Of the century. The idea of the century.”

“I highly doubt that.” You say, blindly feeling the surface for your phone already.

“Just hear me out,” he whines noticing your eagerness to dismiss him. “But also don’t freak out or anything. Promise me.”

You stare at him, hesitant before you give in to his doe eyes. Sighing, you say: “Okay. I promise I won’t ‘freak’ out. What’s your groundbreaking idea?”

“We should like… fuck.”

Your brows are slow to raise, the rapidness of your blinking at what you think you just heard—no, not think, know. Beomgyu’s voice, loud and clear with his diction, your eyes widen at the final click of it all. Before you know it, you’re reaching for the pillow behind you, flinging it at him with all strength.

It’s like he predicted it prior, dodging one… and then another as you throw all remaining pillows on your bed. Instead of missing with your last one, you decide to hold on to it, and attack him with it. His smug demeanor of successfully dodging everything just a second ago, dissipates as he takes cover for protection. “Are you fucking—are you crazy?!” you yell exapserated, more than awake with your wide eyes.

“Ya! You—you promised you wouldn’t freak out!” When that doesn’t stop your mania with the damn pillow, he decides to lay it all out with as much speed as he can’t seem to escape your wrath. “You want to forget him don’t you? I mean, you should! He dumped you, it’s over! Sulking over him is—Ow! So out of character for you—fuck—I promise a one time fuck would get your mind off him.”

Your pillow is mid air, and Beomgyu opens an eye to peek, hands still in protection mode—you sigh, landing a weak hit on his head before loosening your grip. You do want to forget. You’d do anything to get rid of what you’re feeling. But…

“It—it wouldn’t change anything for me. If that’s a worry. You know that no matter what, you’re my best friend.” He finds his footing, collecting himself, looking at you with intensity you could date back to just a few times over the course of your very long friendship. “Someone I care about. I can’t stand seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything. You know that.”

You bite down on your lip, staring at the familiar boy with his familiar brown bed of hair, and his familiar eyes, lips…How fast did he get you to actually give this a thought? Probably a minute or two. Beomgyu had a way with convincing you to do …anything. “I…know. But what if, what if I’m still head over heels in love with him? What if it doesn’t change anything for me?”

A grin gradually takes over his face, one that is once again, not fitting for the situation. “Why—why are you smiling like an idiot? This is—”

“It’ll change.”

You knit your brows together. “What?”

You don’t notice the way Beomgyu’s hand slowly inched to yours but suddenly, his palm was over your hand, squeezing it just a bit. “Having sex with me is a once in a life time opportunity. You’ll forget him. I promise.”

If you weren’t so lost in his eyes, as cliché as it sounds, you would’ve been completely taken out—probably a joke on his sheer confidence because who just says that? But he’s so …hypnotizing as you don’t even take notice of the ‘okay’ that leaves your lips.

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” You exhale, “Okay. We’re adults. This won’t matter in a few weeks. Let’s do it.”

Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate for more than a few seconds before he was on your bed, crashing his lips on yours, a brief taste of strawberry lip balm, knocking a breath out of you until he slows down, testing the waters, then he stops, noses brushing against each other as he searches for something in your eyes, breathing already heavy, “Is this weird? Was that weird?”

You gulp looking down on his already glistening lips, and you nod. “The—the situation, not …the kiss. Fucking your best friend is an odd situation. The kiss…the kiss was good.” You ramble, your voice barely a whisper but he catches it anyway as you take notice of a small smile before he’s kissing you again, hands once cupping your cheeks already moving down to your tits, ministrating gently—every bit of his action seemed careful, too careful for what you know of the things your friends had told you in heated rants and swoons.

Half of the dictionary could be used to describe Beomgyu, and promiscuous was not an exclusion. You could probably say you already fucked him with the headache inducing details about what being with him in bed was like. Which is why you’re nervous as hell right now. From what you know, Beomgyu was… a lot. More than you could handle now, after an entire year of keeping yourself to one man.

“Jaehyun was worried about you. Was worried about what you’d do to me.” You blurt out randomly when Beomgyus’ moved to peppering feathery kisses along your jawline. He hums against your skin, then stops for a second to whisper, “He was?”

You could feel the smirk on his lips, opening his mouth a tiny amount to slightly suck on your neck at the process of your words—of course Beomgyu would get an ego boost from this. “Why?”

Beomgyu is practically suffocating with how little space he’s giving you, body flush against flush, your chest heaving the rougher he increasingly gets with his marking, his sly hand down to rub between your thighs, right at your core.

“Said you only wanted to get into my pants—h-ha shit, slow down, slow down Gyu.” You were getting teary eyed by his increased speed, friction against your sweats getting you wetter by the second whenever the pad of his finger teased your slit. “You know he—he asked me to stop hanging around you b-because—”

None of this was new to Beomgyu, your past boyfriends have always been worried about him for the exact reason—that he’d convince you to let him fuck you, because apparently women can’t have male best friends without it being more than platonic. But …you guess you aren’t really proving them any wrong now with the way you were letting him have his way, marking messy purple splotches all over, in hungry predatory manner, getting rougher and rougher by the second. You gasp when he abuses the same spot he just visited a few seconds ago, “Beomgyu!”

“Because?”

He presses on your aching core, pending you with the question. He didn’t seem as happy as he was with his smugness prior. “Because he thinks you’re a sleaze.”

An incredulous— mean chuckle from the back of his throat and suddenly his hand was down your panties, abandoning the long game of teasing in matter of seconds. He doesn’t touch you though, which only proves to make you more insane. “That’s dumb. Do you think I’m a sleaze?” You shiver, his deep voice so close to your ears, breath fanning against your cool skin—your eyes could go sore from how hard you’re shutting them closed.

You refuse to give it all to him, it makes you feel embarrassed and small. A new, foreign feeling you never thought you’d experience with Beomgyu of all people. “I-in some ways, yes.”

Not a satisfying response from you, he clicks his tongue like you were a misbehaving child, “You’re really annoying, you know that?”

You don’t get a chance to retort before you feel the pad of his finger prodding your pussy, then moving to gather your wetness.

Suddenly, he freezes his movement, pulling back from your neck, looking at you with an amused glint to his dark eyes. “Shit, you’re fucking drenched. And I barely did anything—”

You think he’s making fun of you so your cheeks quickly flush red, already putting up walls of defence but then he kisses you in the heat of the moment, wiping your frown away and you’re finding yourself reciprocating without a second thought—the kiss so sloppy and messy, string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away out of breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot princess. You’re so hot.” He breathes in awe of the spit—he truly is the biggest perv.

“Spread your legs for me.” he groans, trying to get better access to your pussy. You obey, admittedly a little slow, but who can blame you? It feels embarrassing regardless of who, but it’s ten folds with your best friend. “Moreee.” he whines, and god you wish you could slap him—can he not see that you’re trying?

“Beomgyu—“

Your voice gets cut off, gasping when he takes it upon himself to pull down your sweatpants with a quick swift motion, taking it off completely, revealing your patterned underwear—and god, now you’re hiding your face…everything was so embarrassing. He takes a second to examine the wet dark spot right in the middle, proof to what he felt earlier, but then you kick your feet. “Stop staring freak!” you shriek.

You can see through the cracks of your fingers the smirk he has on, looking at you with so much intensity you think you’d melt. He reaches out to grab your hand and put it down, even through your resistance, you couldn’t match his strength to your dismay. “I wanna see your face. Have to let me see you fall apart on my fingers like a little slut.”

You’re scandalized at his wording, your cheeks once again quickly heating up. But you let him part your timid legs anyway, big hands gripping the softness of your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he possibly could, to the point you felt yourself cramp up. But even with whines of protest he doesn’t ease up—bunching your panties to the side, impatient when finally he inserts a digit—experimental with his movement before you hear him groan out a curse. “You’re so tight holy shit, did he even fuck you?”

“Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.”

Your senses are already overflowing, you could feel his hard on, his erection pressed on your bare skin, you’re hyper aware of the finger inside you—slender and slow with expertise as he pushes in and out, talking to you as if you could respond with anything more than restrained mewls. “Maybe dating him was good, then you had to be monogamous and not whore around with every guy you laid eyes on like you used to.”

“I-I never whored around—shit.” He suddenly speeds up, a merciless grin spread on his face—did he find messing with you funny?

“Yes you did. It was a new guy every…it was weekly, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head at his accusations, tears brimming when his mouth finds it use, suckling harshly on your nipples through your flimsy top—your body extra sensitive with the way you spasm on a singular finger. He pumps in two without warning and you yelp, hand reaching out to grab at his hair. You swear you could cum just from the stretch. “Stop denying it, you’d do anything for dick. I’m surprised you stayed so long with that bitch. Was he any good?”

One thing you won’t do is tell Beomgyu details of your sex life with your ex. You refuse. But Beomgyu is stubborn, and he isn’t one to give up so easily. Especially if he feels like you’re withholding information from him. “Tell me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

He raises his eyebrows in mocking shock, “No way. He never made you cum?”

Your nostrils flair from pure embarrassment and shock. How’d he know? You quickly try to control your expressions, masking it to not give him a hint that his guess was right, but he knew you too well. You hate that. Especially now.

“Can’t believe you’re hung up on a man—fuck, baby are you close? Hung up on a man that never made you orgasm—shit,” He breathes, rubbing his clothed dick on your thigh, getting off at the sight of your face. You really are falling apart. “Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you.”

You tighten your hold on his hair, feeling yourself get close as you grind down on his fingers, chasing your high, choosing for your sanity to ignore all his sweet talkings.

“Gyu, gyu I-I’m gonna—No—no-why? God, fuck you, you’re such a—such a dickhead!”

Beomgyu just ruined your orgasm by completely taking out his fingers, you could practically cry out of frustration and yet he didn’t seem the least bit sorry. Instead, he makes a show of licking his fingers, the ones he just had in you, swirling his tongue and sucking them clean while making direct eye contact. You cower a little but still keep your eyes on him. Now you aren’t sure if you could stay as bitter.

You blink rapidly to collect yourself, because holy shit, you’re getting weak for…Beomgyu. “Why’d you do that? I was close Gyu.” you say exasperated.

He unbuckles his jeans, “I said I’d take care of you, just trust me.” Zipping down his pants, he’s quick to drop it down to his knees before completely abandoning them on the floor.

He flings his cock out of the restrictions of his boxers and you’re practically drooling at the pretty sight. He isn’t the biggest you’ve seen but he definitely has the girth—his tip leaking pre cum down his length, hands trying to lube it with his spit. “Beomgyu, condom.”

“I don’t have one.” He breathes, already on you as he lays wet kisses down your collarbones before he gets irritated with your shirt and takes it off, revealing your bare tits. “God, you’re so sexy.” He drawls, sucking hickeys all over your chest in hunger.

You wish you didn’t have to, but you resist his touch and in turn he lets out an annoyed whine, his voice vibrating against your exposed skin. “Beomgyu, we can’t—we need a condom.”

He sticks out his bottom lip in a pout, the cutest you’ve seen him this entire day. “I’ll pull out, I promise. Please, I need you right now.”

In that moment of weakness, his tone so needy, as if he really did need you made you feel some sort of power—like you were the hottest, sexiest woman in the world. And so you bite your tongue, and trust Beomgyu to not ruin your life. You’ve done that quite a few times.

“Swear you’ll pull out.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do.” You say with conviction. “I do, obviously. It’s just-”

“I know. Take a breather for me. Said I’ll take care of you, didn’t I?”

You could feel him lining up to your entrance, his tip prodding your hole, and you’re already getting desperate. “I did, didn’t I?”

“Yes.” you breathe.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You do, not sure what to expect until Beomgyu spits, letting his saliva slowly fall down in your mouth. “Swallow.” he demands, his low voice making you shiver—dark eyes watching every twitch of your face intensely.

You gulp his saliva down your throat, obeying and suddenly his expression morphs into lust you’ve never been met with before. You don’t even get to process it for longer, bask in the attention you’re getting before he’s pressing your thighs to your body, pushing into you with a deep groan—filling you up to the brim, your cunt not prepared for the aching stretch. You can feel each vein against your walls, you can feel his slight twitching, you can feel everything. “Fuck, fuck you’re made for me. You’re perfect—shit, you’re perfect princess.”

“Gyu—” you cry out, gripping the sheets under you. It was too much, too much for him to already start slamming his hips. “Gyu what—” you’re cut off by your own moan the moment he hits your g-spot, your face scrunched up, hot as you let out lewd sounds with no control of your own, throat strained already. It's not a surprise he manages to find it on his first try, despite it catching you off guard with the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Should’ve fucked you sooner. Get your little pussy molded just for my dick. You would’ve liked that, right princess?” He breathes out in a long winded babble, his hips unrelenting with each thrust, already quickly building up to be in erratic speed. Through your blurry vision you could see his eyes focusing down on the jiggle of your breasts lewdly, drool trickling down the edge of his lips, the brutal slapping sounds of them from his roughness getting his head light with ecstasy. You’re more than aware of what he wanted to do when he lets your legs rest from the ache of angling them so high. Dirty pervert.

You can’t handle him playing with your tits again, you were too sensitive for anything more than you’re getting but you can’t find it in your throat to say anything before Beomgyu gives in to his lust, leaning down to attach his mouth to your sore nipple. Abusing it as he suckles harshly, muffled moans against your breasts.

His pace getting quicker, clearly getting off from sucking your nipples like a dumb baby. It was getting you embarrassingly close, your pussy clenching around his dick. “Princess. My princess is so—mmf—so perfect.”

“Stop calling me that.” You manage to squeak out. Hes been using that nickname the entire time, and though it was easy to ignore everything else, the nickname was affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

He detaches from your tits, slowing his movement, looking up at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh? Princess? Why?”

“He—he used to.”

He blinks a few times before his lips draw into a sneer, clearly irritated and you’re about to backtrack, but it’s too late. Your eyes fly wide open, breath stricken when he, with no mercy, picks up his speed again, drilling his dick so far into you, you think there’s probably a bulge showing through your stomach—its when you let the tears stream down, let yourself go as he fucks you dumb with each sharp thrust serving as a punishment. But for what exactly? For mentioning your ex? Did he hate him that much?

“You can replace your memories of him with me princess. I know you can do that, I’ll make sure you do. You’re my princess, and I’m the only one who can call you that. Remember that, yea?”

You nod up and down, and he leans down to give your lips a peck, one then two then three until he loses it and it starts getting heated, tongue messily intertwining, spit exchanged in desperate action. Drilling his dick in and out your sopping pussy, squelching pornographic like sounds filling the room—you think you’re screaming at this point, mind too clouded to be fully present. You’ll definitely hear a word or two from your neighbors.

“Fuck princess, are you close?” he hisses, “I’m close too, so close. Tell me when you get there baby, okay?”

You manage to nod, pressure quickly building up

Suddenly you feel him force in a finger in your pussy, stretching you out to unimaginable degrees. “B-beomgyu—I’m cumming, I’m—” your panicked hands at the intense feeling reach out to grab at his chest, crumbling his shirt’s fabric, using the last bit of your strained voice to moan his name, your orgasm so overwhelming you genuinely start seeing white, body shaking as you try to calm yourself down. “F-fuck.” you breathe out.

The way you still clutch onto his arms pushes Beomgyu to his high too, quick to pull out of your gushing pussy before a mistake happened. It takes only two strokes before he’s spurting his seed all over your tummy, biting down a groan, obsessively taking in each inch of your body’s ruined state.

He did this. He ruined you.

The only thing filling the room being the heavy breaths of you both, Beomgyu’s hair plastered onto his forehead from sweat, yours disheveled, a complete mess. Suddenly, a notification ding goes off, and your attention’s snapped to your side. “It’s my phone.” You awkwardly point out, noticing the light before reaching your arm to get it to you.

He doesn’t move from his position, still practically hovering over you. But you try not to focus too much on it, instead taking a quick look at your notification.

Your brows twitch in surprise at seeing the message on your lock screen. Fuck, it’s your ex! Did he want you back? So miraculously? After fucking your best friend?

Without any thought, you unlock your phone, trying to skim where the ellipses left off. It was a long message and—

“We just fucked. Can’t you wait a few minutes before going on your phone— Are you texting Jaehyun?” His warm smile turning to utter rage gets you stuttering.

“No I—well—yes, but—” you fumble on your words, not knowing how to explain—not knowing why you feel like you should explain, but Beomgyu isn’t one to play around clearly, as he snatches your phone from your hand and throws it to god knows where before your body’s turned around like it was nothing to Beomgyu, like you were some ragdoll. Pushing your hips up to have your ass up in the air with your face pushed into the sheets. “B-beomgyu wha..—”

Slap. Your whole body jerks at the impact of his hand, feeling yourself get teary eyed again. “Beomgyu what the hell?” You shriek, trying to squirm from your position, your ass burning. Then you get another slap, and your legs start to shake, bottom lip wobbling at the painful feeling of his rings.

“I promised you I’d make you forget him. Clearly one fuck wasn’t enough to get your mind off that asshole.”

Your panic only lasts a millisecond at feeling his tip for a second time before you’re abusing your throat again at the oversensitivity of having Beomgyu’s dick slam into your pussy, fucking your juices back in. He’s rougher now, ten times rougher. Maybe this was what all your girlfriends were describing to you, the feeling of having Beomgyu’s dick rut into you like wild feverish dog, fucking you like all you are is a pair of limbs, just for him to hound.

You can’t think straight, not a single word coming out of your mouth is intelligible, all slurred together dumbly as he ruthlessly digs his fingers in your hips, helping you find rhythm, your body reacting on its own as it syncs with his thrusts, moving your hips enough for him to let a hand go to the back of your head, further pushing you into the mattress, drool messy staining your white sheets, loud muffled wails filling the room.

“Fuck, you like this don’t you? Getting fucked like a bitch?” your hear him growl. You don’t know what comes out of your mouth, you don’t know anything right now, because you are being fucked like a bitch while thinking like one too, your nose running with your tongue uselessly out like something out of a porno. “Should I breed you like a bitch too? Huh? Will that make your pretty little head forget?”

At that, you cum again, and he sneers, a mean laugh at noticing your orgasm, “You want me to breed you princess? Make you round with my seed?” he drawls each vowel mockingly like you were a dumb kitten and he had to explain a really simple concept—still ramming your cunt, not giving you a fair chance of responding.

That’s how it goes for you’re not sure how long, Beomgyu switching positions to have your leg draped over his shoulder as he fucks you to oblivion, making you orgasm over and over again, before you really feel like you had blacken out at some point only to find yourself waking up to him still going at it—your entire body sore, down to every inch, your nipples especially swollen from all his sucking. He never cums inside you, instead emptying his load all over your body, making you basically a show of his dried semen.

You trust him, even when his tendency to go far never died down no matter how much he got older. “You awake?”

You flutter your eyes open, a dark room, and Beomgyu. His face is abnormally close to yours. “What happened?” your voice comes out very strained, your throat hard to use. Great, you entirely lost your voice.

“Think I might’ve had my balls in…too deep.”

Even a chuckle hurts every bone in your body, holy shit, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?! “Hey, don’t move around too much, I already cleaned you up. Just try to go back to sleep.”

“I don’t feel sleepy. I can’t.”

Beomgyu suddenly giggles, you could make out the cute small thing he does with his lips when he does. “What?” you ask.

“Your voice sounds funny.”

You groan, rolling your eyes. Of course he’d find it funny. Maybe next time you should peg his ass and see how he’d like to not speak for an entire week.

You feel his all too familiar hand laying on your cheek, and you subtly gulp. You don’t know if he heard. He probably did with how close you guys are, noses practically brushing against each other, his breathing all your hearing can pick up. “You know I’m always here for you, right?”

You nod, until you realize he might not be able to see you properly. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He takes his hand off your cheek, then turns on his back, folding his arms over his chest, staring up the ceiling. So the room won’t fall into an awkward silence, you say: “I have a question.”

He shuffles a little on the bed, letting out a hum in acknowledgment. “What was the I’m perfect for you thing about? We’re definitely not like, compatible or anything.”

He laughs before he turns his head to you in disbelief. “Are you serious? Is that a serious question?”

You nod, “Do I not sound serious?”

“No, you sound like you just had the best fuck of your life.” You roll your eyes in good nature, though exasperated, you were exposed to too much of his ego in one day. If you had the strength and will to come up with something to level his ego down, you would. “It’s called dirty talk if you must know the term fair maiden.”

“God, you’re so silly, I’m going to sleep.” You withstand your pain to turn your back to him, groaning with each movement. But you can’t escape his wrath it seems, because he almost immediately snakes his arm around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, his heartbeat all you can here against your back. “Can’t I find you perfect? You know, like…my dream girl. My princess.”

You rapidly blink a few times trying to process—past the deep rasp of his tired voice that you found yourself incredibly attracted to— his words and how it brewed big unfamiliar emotions, knowing now you won’t be able to get a blink of sleep after this.

“Can I keep calling you that by the way? It really sticks.”

Oh god, the last thing you’re going to do is self sabotage yourself even more and get yourself in a stickier situation than you already put yourself in. “No, that’s definitely staying in the bedroom.”

a/n: i have no idea how this reads, its basically bare of any editing so if the flow is a little choppy i sincerely apologize, i write at the golden time of 10pm-2am 😭

[ganondoodle]

can you tell us more ab shargon’s kids?? :0

(sorry for the ... very rough sketch and probably unreadable text, struggeling alot with art atm ... still ..)

Thank you for asking!

Shargon has two young children, Jyothi and Tyura (forgive the weird names, made them when i was young and they are too ingrained now to change ..)

(Shargon is a single parent; demons do not have a gender/only one, all of them have the ability to bear children with an organ that sits right beneath the demonic heart, they also do not need a partner, they can just decide to have a child and trigger the process- while carrying they cannot shapeshift since an unborn demon cannot go along with that- genetics are usually not a problem since demons generally draw from a huge gene pool dating back eons; if they have a partner they will have to exchange some heartblood for the child to be a mix of both; growing a child is very energy draining and when carrying its not unusual for a demon to resort to consuming food, which they typically dont need to do; maintaining a certain energy level is very important since otherwise the risk of deformities in the child increases alot; a newborn demon (birth occurs through the mouth) has a few baby teeth with which to bite its parent/caretaker and feed on their demonic blood, it is not a requirement but many do since it accelerates their growth and can even out energy imbalances)

Jyothi, comparable to a 13 year old human, is a rather healthy young demon with alot of skill using elemental magic (wind in her case), which is why shes being taught by Lord Eadrya; Eadrya wants Shargon dead and regularly attacks him and although both of his children inherited his unnatural and hated/feared eye color, Jyothi stood up to Eadrya not knowing who they were at the time (and thus not their status and reputation) since Shargon lives extremely isolated- and even challenged them to a fight showing so much character and skill that Eadrya saw past her heritage and offered to teach her

The two get along well and she often sneaks away to find them bc she is so eager to learn and spend time with such a powerful and careless demon that everyone respects ... unlike her parent, who is weak, riddled with anxiety and hated by everyone, she still loves him of course, but the more time she spends away the more she adopts the way the other demons think and speak of Shargon

Shargon hates that she goes to them so much, mostly bc he is afraid they, and especially Eadrya, will hurt her or stop her from returning home, even with her special status bc of her talents, she still is his child after all; he does not and could not force her to not go though (a benefit is that she has been the only one besides Thor (Eadryas best friend) able to stop Eadrya from literally killing Shargon, as much as they are horrible to him, they do care alot for her)

(Jyothi has only started to grow her horns and her markings and colors will shift alot as she grows, as is typical for young demons)

Tyura, comparable to a 6 year old human, is much more like Shargon himself, very fearful and skitters away if theres anything they are unsure of, they are of the same elemental type as Shargon (lightning) but thus far has never used it beyond weak defensive shocks; they are also mute and have a deformed left hand likely bc Shargon was attacked and hunted for a long time while carrying them, thus not able to provide a stable energy level the other demons know of them but any attempt to get close to them has been prevented either by Shargon himself or .. Tyura fleeing and hiding (their body structure is also rather similar, the round shape is largely just fluffy feathers)

when Shargon is in the human world his children tend to stay with the only other demon he can trust (Ceryrion, an earth elemental and the chillest guy you can imagine), they dont like him much but love children and will happily go about their day while a little Tyura clings onto their back (though Tyura will absolutely dive back to Shargon whenever they notice his presence) both kids have been to the human world before but since it is very uncomfortable to be in as a demon he has only done so for them to meet Mori (Shargons human friend that lives .. illegally .. at the gates to the demon world) and avoided bringing them there otherwise

the time he is away has notably increased alot after accepting the deal with Zaphira (being her bodyguard .... 24 hours a day .. granted she did not know he had children, and also didnt know anything about demons but that she could use him to solve her problems)

here i go rambling again, i hope that gave you a bit of an idea of them ;O;

[spikershoyo]

I Don't Know You | Robbie Reyes x f!reader | smut | minors DNI!

Warnings and notes: Smut, one-night stand with Robbie, oral sex (fem), Robbie having bi panic, mentions of sex and drinking, Gabe's sleep being disturbed, wrote this on my phone and with very little editing so tell me if I missed anything to tag, this was inspired by the song 'I Don't Know You' by The Marias it's so good, listen to rn,

The sun peeking through the curtains of Robbie’s windows shine over his eyes. They flutter closed again when he’s hit with the light. He moves around a bit and slowly sits up, a hand making its way to hold his head, the steady thump of a headache starting to bloom.

He groans as he takes in his surroundings. He’s home. Safe and sound. He can hear Gabe’s soft snores from the other side of the wall. He looks over at his nightstand, the clock reading 10:14. That’s waking up late to Robbie’s standard on a weekday.

Robbie becomes aware that he’s not wearing anything under his sheets, he takes in the sore feeling of his neck, his back, and his legs. The fan from the ceiling of his room is on the highest setting, spinning around and creating a fresh temperature in his otherwise hot room.

A soft groan comes from him as he stretches out his back, his mind bringing him back to the party from last night. The annoying voice of one of the assholes from his senior year of high school telling him to ‘let loose’ is etched into his mind.

He really did let loose last night.

He didn’t do anything too crazy last night, he hopes, just a lot of drinks and a lot of eye fucking from both him and the people at the party. He remembered the string tequila they had brought out and the Don Q vodka. The most he drank was beer and the occasional shot of something.

What he does remember though is the people he talked to. The redhead who was drunk on mojitos blabbered to him all night, making a not-so-subtle comment on how hot he was.

A few guys he had known prior but didn’t really get a long with. This chick at the bar that was all over him and couldn’t stop reaching for his belt. Yeah, he didn’t let her get too far.

A man who was maybe a few years older than him said he liked Robbie’s jacket, he seemed cool. He was definitely cooler than most people at the party. What he didn’t expect was that the same man was going to have him blushing as he whispered soft words of praise into Robbie’s ear.

In no time, Robbie was stuttering out excuses and apologies, telling the man ‘N-nah, I don’t swing that way. Sorry.’ When it was clear that he had been thinking it over for the last few months after that stupid dare he had done between him and his friends. He won’t admit it’s still buried in the back of his head.

After one too many drinks and flirting here and there, he didn’t even remember if he went home with someone or not. But he found out soon enough when he felt a shuffle from beside him. He was so immersed in his memories of last night that he didn’t even take into account that there was a beautiful someone in his bed.

He lies back down when he sees the back of a girl, her shoulders have hickeys and bite marks over them. Robbie covers his mouth as he smirks a bit. Her hair a slight mess as it lays under her head. He puts his arms out and pulls her to his chest, a soft groan emitting from her.

You could feed strong and rough hands pulling you to a warm source. Not wanting to wake up yet, you just stayed still, lying in the comfy bed. Robbie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing and feeling your sore body.

Once you do finally open your eyes, there’s a slight dizzying feeling in your head. Must be all the alcohol you drank last night. A soft stream of kisses starts being planted over your shoulders, the coarse feeling of facial hair on your soft skin makes you tingle.

When you turn around you’re both met with unfamiliar faces. Jesus, how much did you drink last night?

Robbie’s eyes widen at how pretty you are. He smiles gently and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, which makes a smile of your own bloom across your face. He pulls you in for a hug and his hands wander down your naked body, feeling your curves and your skin.

You accept the warm and gentle hug, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Your own hands came up and scratched his scalp, a low moan escaping him. You chuckle at the sound.

After a while of touching and re-exploring, you find the courage to use your voice.

“I don’t know you.” You laugh lowly, hiding your laughter in his neck. Robbie chuckles as well, his hands never stop touching you, now tracing shapes and words into your skin.

“It’s fine. I don’t know you either.” He pulls back and kisses your cheek. “But I like this.” “Oh, definitely.” You both end up laughing, relishing in the glow of the morning. “I’m Robbie.” You nod, telling him your name. “Y’know, one would think you’d remember my name after the amount of times you screamed it last night.”

Your eyes widen as a gasp leaves you, a laugh following after. “You! I had- well, we had a lot to drink.” Robbie agrees at your words. He pulls back from the hug and bites his lip softly. “God, you’re beautiful.” He slides down the bed a bit so he can be level with your chest. He presses kiss after kiss to your body, sometimes leaving wet spots as he licks over bites that he left last night.

“I should make your breakfast.” He sighs into your body, his fingers pressing themselves into your plush thighs, kneading any part of you that he found sore.

“I think I wanna stay here a bit longer. Maybe go for another round…” you whisper cheekily. Robbie laughs and shakes his head. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” He pulls you down to face him now, getting to see his pretty brown eyes. Your hand comes up and you trace the freckles on his face, connecting them like constellations.

He can feel his cheeks dusting over with pink, quickly becoming fond of your gentle and calm nature. He sits up and has you sit up as well, your back against the headboard.

He leans down and puts your legs on his shoulders, his face leaning down to your core. Robbie presses a kiss to your clit and you can’t help but shudder. He doesn’t waste time diving in and eating you out.

A whine escapes you as your hands bury themselves into his cropped hair. “Robbie-“ “Mhm, love the way you say my name, baby.” He talks into your core, some of it muffled as he licks up your wet cunt.

One loud moan from you is all it takes for a light knocking on the wall from Gabe. “Robbie, shut up!” His little brother groans as he shuffles in his bed. This makes you and Robbie end up laughing and having Robbie put a hand over your mouth as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from you.

[luminoustarlight]

love bites, love bleeds

thinking about vampire!anakin skywalker for no other reason other than it’s october. vampires are sexy. anakin is sexy. here we go. tw: blood, smutty themes, stalking just a lil bit.

for the sake of these thoughts let’s say anakin has been a vamp for at least a hundred years so he knows what works for him. he’ll do blood bags, he’ll do small animals, but nothing beats feeding from a willing human with a beating heart.

if you ask anakin, he’s not one to become attached. a little thing called immortality makes it rather inconvenient to harbor such feelings. human life is too fleeting, too temporary, too fragile for anakin to get mixed up with.

there was one woman— padmé amidala. she was a princess and future queen. her regal gracefulness swept anakin off of his feet, not long after he became a vampire. he was so young and naïve, he didn’t know any better. this beautiful woman cared for him despite his lust for blood, despite his sometimes murderous thoughts.

their relationship ended before padmé’s coronation when she told anakin she wouldn’t turn.

anakin promised himself he’d never fall in love with a human again. not when he knows how it will end every single time. however, no matter how much he suppresses it, he has the same basic desire to love and be loved.

and when anakin sees you, walking home from yoga on a warm summer morning, he goes against his better judgement and starts watching you.

you work at a boutique downtown, you don’t go out with friends very often, and you go to yoga every saturday morning. you undress in front of your window with the curtains open, a flighty thought that no one is looking in.

anakin wanted to scold you. he wanted to tell you how reckless it is to expose yourself to nosy neighbors, peeping tom’s (and a horny vampire). were you really that stupid to think nobody is looking at you through your window? or did you just not care?

anakin had an incessant desire to look after you. he leased an apartment right across from yours that just so happened to become vacant in september.

something changed that evening, though. your curtains were drawn and anakin could no longer watch you get ready for bed.

he visited you at the boutique the next day.

you held no reservations inviting him to your apartment after your shift. there was something so irresistible about him. striking blue eyes to take your breath away and a smile to make you swoon, you were already falling into his gravitational pull.

you let him have you that night. as he rocked his hips into you, he sunk his teeth into your neck. the simultaneous sting of anakin’s thick cock in your tight cunt and sharp teeth in your supple neck sent you reeling. you weren’t sure if it was the way he was hitting your cervix or the gradual loss of blood that made you lightheaded.

anakin was the one who was feeding on you but you were intoxicated. he was the one being nourished, yet you were filled with desire. you wrapped your arms around his back like a life preserver, clinging to this man— not a monster but not a human either, like he’s the only thing that matters.

“oh, you sweet girl,” anakin whispered to you, two rough pads of his fingers finding your swollen nub. your pussy felt so wonderful around him. it’s where he belonged. “you are mine now.”

you nodded and whined through a powerful orgasm, scratching your nails down the strong muscles of anakin’s back. you were claiming him as much as he was claiming you. anakin had marked you with puncture marks on both sides of your neck, he came inside of you with the intentions of breeding you if he could. your life was irrevocably changed that september night.

falling into late october, you have spent every day with anakin. your relationship has become incredibly co-dependent but anakin takes care of you more than anything. he makes sure your fridge and pantry is well stocked, he always reminds you to eat and drink water- he can’t afford to have you pass out on him. he has dinner ready for you when you come home from the boutique.

he doesn’t feed every day. he doesn’t have to. but you enjoy it. you want him to. you want to be the only one he feeds off of because he is yours and you are his. he bites. you bleed.

[popcornforone]

Santa Baby

A Mr Ben Fan Fic

I have incognito been asking random Pedro Gitlies who would be the best Pedro for a Christmas Fic over the last couple of weeks & everyone comes back with different guys for obvious reasons. But the one thing that kept popping up was a secret Santa. So here we are festive fic writing a secret Santa story.

Synopsis:- you are excited about the secret Santa for the school staff, Ben less so.

Word count:-3100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV sex, rough sex, sex at work, naughty photos, swearing, alcohol, choking, mention of sex toys, rimming, also lots of bad Christmas puns.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feed back in always welcome. I hope you all enjoy.

Ping!

Urgh another email you thought. This term just dragged on & on at school. You were so looking forward to the couple of days off for thanks giving & then the Christmas break shortly after that. But with exams coming up & lots of marking you really just wanted some you time & not to have to look at emails whingey parents had sent you. You half open it not really reading it but then your eyes light up at the emails content.

You enjoy secret Santa. You & your friends do one every year. This year your all gifting each other Christmas jumpers. You’ve already found yours for Grace, she hate the film elf so obviously you’ve got her one with elf’s face on it that so huge. She’s the only person you know who doesn’t like the film & knows she will take it in good humour.

“Babe” you shout out to your partner whos in the kitchen also trying to do work while keeping an eye on dinner.

“Yep”

“Works doing a secret Santa”

“Urgh another one” you hear his exasperated sigh. “It’s been going on for donkeys years” you giggle “what?” He looks confused. “What did I say”

“You said donkeys years” you shout back at him as you send a message to Megan to say that you’re accepting. “You’ve clearly been dating me for long enough, if you’re picking up my British slang” you hear foot steps behind you before two arms wrap around you.

“Have I now” he says kissing your neck making you shiver as he blows a raspberry at the end.

“Ben stop”

“Make me” he takes off his glasses & smoulders & you kiss him hungrily.

“I bloody would & all but your kisses are to addictive”

“Also we’d get no marking done” he smirk resting his head on your shoulder.

“Markings not as important as you baby”

True to form you receive another email on the 2nd of December saying the emails would be put In to the generator today for the secret Santa & in the next 48hours you’ll receive the name to buy for. You announce this as Ben drives you both into work.

“Babes you know I love you, but I really don’t get what all the fuss is about” he says as you scroll through the rest of the email, to say that people need to put down allergies to their own name if others want to bake or cook for them as the gift.

“What’s not to love Ben”

“Okay so you get $15 to spend on a colleague you might not even know or like, & you’ve either got to get something funny enough that it doesn’t offend, or something predictable or something bland, you could all just go out have have money for a take away with that”

“Spoil sport” you say. “Can I just say that my gift last year is still in use & you like it.” You point out.

“It was a cocktail making kit & fancy bottle opener, useful, people know you like a drink sometimes, a bit predictable”

“Well Ben” you sigh “I’m sorry that you don’t get it I really do, cos some of the gifts are boarder line rude & disgusting”

“Look” he says as he parks the car. “I love that you put effort into every gift you give & it makes you happy, I just don’t see the point in it”

“Well if that’s the one thing we disagree on Ben that’s fine by me” you undo your seatbelt & lean across the car & kiss him. His lips always so plump ready to take you. He taste of coffee, his cologne filling your nose. He sighs when you break.

“Why’d you have to be all sexy & bossy like this right not when we both have to teach in 30mins”

Ping!

Your email is here.

Your excited. You open it & it send you to the website to login. You know this site & how it works. Your preferences you update each November when it comes to doing secret Santas knowing you always do at least 2. You put in your work email request to verify & the names start to generate.

Up it pops.

You almost drop your glass of water on the floor.

It can’t be.

But it is… saying the name in confetti.

BENJAMIN BLANCO-ALONSO!

You are not sure if this is a joke. So you close the screen on your laptop & then sign back in. But there it is again all refreshed.

BENJAMIN BLANCO-ALONSO!

Ben is actually out playing tennis tonight with 3 friends so it’s not like he’s around to see this, but after his protests about this & how it’s a waste of time, you’re shocked. This has to be a mistake.

You call Megan. Just to check that all the names are all correct & this isn’t a bluff. As host she can see when all the names have been picked & who’s been assigned them & they have been opened not that she can see who has got who. She confirms that your name is correct & that there are 33 people taking part this year. She even runs off all the names for you. Being a Blanco for a surname Bens name is high up the list.

You thank her & hang up.

Your man is your secret Santa. After then giggling for a good 5minutes your mind then Thinks about what to get him for $15 as you’ll have to live with it. Inspiration suddenly strikes.

4pm December 19th, all 33 members of staff who have taken part in the secret Santa have gathered in the drama theatre & you pretend quite convincingly to be shocked when Ben walks in. A few others are too.

“Baby” you seem perplexed “what on earth”

“Surprise” he said “thought I’d see what all the fuss is about”

“I can’t believe your here”

“Honestly neither can I still” he says as he grabs a mince pie. “But it then means we can make joke about everyone’s gifts together later.”

“True, very true”

Megan is very good at organising all this stuff so it’s not long before the gifts are handed out. Everyone sat with their present or parcel or envelope ready to be opened. Bens face drops a little when he sees a plane red envelop with some mistletoe on it. Clearly believing who ever he had, didn’t actually know what to get him. Little does he know that what’s in the envelope is something he could only dream of.

Megan even has a random name generator to see who opens gifts when. Your gift is before Ben.

“To the art elf from your secret Santa” you read the gift tag & open your box & start laughing.

“What is it?” People ask before you pull out a bop it extreme.

“I had no idea they still made these & I know exactly who got me this as we talked about this like a month ago, about childhood games” you wink at Ryan 4 seats away. You’d asked your 14 year olds to design board games in art & they said yours back in the day weren’t cool to which you then had to explain what a bop it was & how the extreme version was better. Ryan works as support for one of the kids in that class & it was just the two of you talking about 90s & 00s games for the rest of the lesson as your class rolled their eyes.

“Thank you” you mouth at him.

It take a little while to get to Ben. But eventually it does. You wait with bated breath, for his reaction as he clears his voice.

“BENJAMIN BLANCO-ALONSO MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM SANTA BABY” he reads out. He then also hummus the song afterwards.

“I didn’t know the other half of your surname was Alonso” Cliff says.

“Well it legally has to be on the school records, so I’m guessing that’s where you got it from Megan & why that person has put it all down”his long fingers, which are so good at getting into things sliding open this envelope. He take a peak & then does a double take. He blushes. Bright red. So red it almost matches the envelope.

“Erm…” his voice shakes.

“What is it Ben?”

“Yea Ben what is it”

“I erm I need to apologise cos this… I mean “he’s stuttering “whoever got me this thanks but…” he clears his throat & undoes the top button of his shirt. “I don’t play golf” he gets out the american golf voucher “I mean I do wear some snazzy trousers & jumpers sometimes so maybe I can get that from there” he’s still blushing. Some people are seeing it as him being embarrassed. “I just want to thank whoever it was, I’ll think of a way to use it I promise.” He then raises his eyebrow at you. You smirk back.

The rest of the presents are opened & Ben at the end of it wishes a couple of people a happy holidays before he dashed off.

“I wonder who did get that gift for Ben” Ryan says to you “bless them”

“Im the queen of deduction Ryan I’m sure..” but you stop mid sentence as your phone goes off.

“MY CLASS ROOM NOW!” The message reads.

“Erm I gotta go Ryan, merry Christmas & thanks for the bop it extreme”

You dash to his class room, you know what’s coming. You knock on the door when you get there & he says yes. You make sure to lock it behind you. He’s already pulled the blinds down.

He’s sat on the edge of his desk. A few more buttons on his dark blue shirt undone. The tie is on the floor & his belt is undone. Your man always smoulders, but right now he’s making you feel extremely feral.

“Care to explain this, Santa baby” he holds up the red envelope.

“Yes someone got you a…”

“Nope” he interrupts. “You got me what I can’t resist” he watches you walk towards him, your heels tapping, the dressing clinging to your curves. Your hair styled to perfection, a slightly reder complexion due to the alcohol you had at the party without really eating. He licks his lips as you reach him & ruffle his hair.

“So what did Santa get you baby.”

“Apparently my hearts desire” he removes the fake golf voucher that’s in there, & produces the 10 Polaroids of you. The first of you in just a nice matching set of underwear, but by the time he shows you the tenth as they all get naughtier, its you spread naked on the chair in his study he works in with your rabbit vibrator pleasing you. You let out little whimpers at each of them & kiss his neck, noticing his erection get larger in his trousers. You’re glad it’s having the desired effect.

“They are bad enough” says Ben before he gets out the actual voucher you got him”what even is Adam & Eve?” He says. You go to explain before he hushes you by putting his large thumb over your lips. “Cos when I tried to Google it… it said I was in a school & couldnt view that content” he raises an eye brow.

“You know what Adam & Eve is Ben”

“I need a reminder Santa baby” he says you’ve now leaned against his knee & his hand is running up your thigh. Goosebumps cover your skin.

“It’s an adult shop, I thought maybe we could get something together to enjoy so that Santa can come more than once a year”

“I do believe I always make my Santa baby come every time” he questions.

“You do Ben, but I want you to get even more pleasure from it, you always take care of my needs you need some fun & pleasure too”

“& what if I don’t want it & im happy with bending you into a pretzel each night” he reply’s. His eyes filled with passion.

“Then buy new lube or buy me new underwear”

“Are you wearing the underwear you wore in the Polaroids Santa baby” he asks licking his lips as you start to undo more of his shirt button.

“Do you wanna find out”

“Fuck yes” things turn primal quickly as you toss his shirt away & kick off your heels as he peels your dress off. His face is a picture. You are in the same set of underwear.

“Jesus fucking Christ I’ve won the lottery” his head instantly buried in your chest as he unhooks your bra”it looks better on the floor though.” His lips latching onto your nipples as you grind on his knee.

“Fuck Ben”

“Shh baby shh” he says as he stand up, both your hands & his push down his trouser & boxers in the one motion. He then slips his hand into your panties. Your clit trembling as he teases it. Your have one hand on his shoulder & the other leisurely stroking his length. He’s moaning already.

“Fuck ben, I want you”

“You always want me”

“True” he then removes his hand & turns you around. Kisses trailer down your spine & over you bum as the slowly removes the panties. He then stays on his knees parting your cheeks & rims your arse with his tongue.

“Fuck oooh fuck yea”

“I know what I’m buying from Adam & Eve” he says after he removes his head & you lean on his desk. Legs as wide as possible, much like in Polaroid number 9 which was just of your sex. He’s groaning trying to keep calm. Your own fingers your suck & softly trial across your arousal to micks your saliva with it & his that he left behind.

“What baby” he rubs his angry swollen head all over your sex, lubing it up.

“A but plug” he snarls & then thrusts deep inside your cunt, filling you up instantly. You gasp as the air is pushed out of you, grabbing his monitor. His eyes filled with desire.

“Ffff…ffff… fuck” you groan.

“Like that’s Santa baby” he said his hands firmly on your thighs, feeling them tremble as you clamp around his long thick cock. He almost takes it all the way out before slamming back in. You moan again. “I love how this tight little pussy takes my throbbing cock so well.”

“Fuckkkkkk” it’s the only word on your lips as he picks his rhythm. Slow but jolting to start, licking his lips each time your eyes go wide. He’s whimpering, each clamp around him when he hits that special spot has him closer to the edge. This might not take long but he’s damn sure he wants you to cum.

“Oh god Ben fuck fuck fuck” it’s high pitched as he picks up the pace, you can feel every inch of him pleasuring you. Making you moan his name & beg him for more”

“You like being Santa baby?” He snarls his movements getting faster each thrust has him closer to the edge. His fingers will leave dents on your thighs from his grip. “You like being a little hoe hoe hoe?”

“Ben?”

“What”

“Say it again” your panting sweat is dripping down your body. Your trying to keep eye contact with him as you know if your close your eyes you will quiver & cum instantly.

“My hoe hoe hoe”he says in his full on bedroom voice.

“Fuck Ben” he then grabs you around the neck, you hold tighter into this desk & pulls himself towards your ear. His hips & pelvis now at a blinding speed.

“My little hoe hoe hoe” he whispers & then licks your neck.

That’s all it takes. You scream but nothing comes out of your mouth. It’s too intense. You drench him, cuming around his penis. He can feel the extra spasm from you & the tenseness in your body. The blissed out look in your eyes & how you are squeezing him has him jolting.

“Fuck fuck fuck baby” he cry’s his hand tighter around your neck as he fills you up. He’s always got a good neck & shoulders but they always seem longer & broader when he cums. His nipples are hard as he coats your pleasure. You lean forward into him a little more & wrap your arms around him. Both just sat in his classroom blissed out from pleasure. You nuzzel your head into the crook in his neck.

“Benjamin Blanco-Alonso, I fucking love you” you whisper.

“Not as much as I love you” he says your name falls from his lips before they meet yours. A man of fire & passion is always so soft & gentle with his aftercare from sex. You may be his hoe hoe hoe, but you’re also his girl. This is proven once he slowly removes his cock from inside you & goes into his draw to get some hand wipes to help you both clean up. You’re both still all over each other. Kisses covering each other’s flesh until it is all covered again. Giggles & smiles filling the air.

“so a but plug?” You ask, going back to the secret Santa gift you got him. He looks confused & then remembers his statement.

“Oooh yes, I just erm thought it was something q different we’ve not tried before, a Christmas treat” he blushes a little.

“I’m up for that Ben, I’ve only ever let one man go vip before so this is a first for me too” you say as you put your shoes back on.

“& I always ask permission”

“You didn’t just then”

“Eh?” He thinks”that was only my mouth” he states. “& who says I’m done”

“Well we are here”

“Fair point” Ben states as he grabs his bag & secret Santa gift as you both leave the class room so you can go grab your bit before you leave. “So am I getting an invite tonight”

“Depends”

“On what”

“On if your on my naughty or nice list”

“Oooh Santa baby” he smack your bum”I think we both know the answer to that makes no difference whatsoever”

[blackleatherjacketz]

Favorite

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Female Reader

Summary: Santi figures out that Frankie came and saw you last night before he got a chance and makes you pay for it.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Exes Reuniting, Favoritism, Jealousy, Revenge Sex, Competition Kink, Praise Kink, Manipulation, Kissing, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Come Eating (Accidental), Female Orgasm, Vaginal Intercourse, Woman On Top, Multiple Orgasms

Word Count: 2.8k+

A follow-up to FIRST

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The expected pleasantries with Santi are cut short as you lead him into your living room, the warm glow of the table lamp doing little to hide the mark his best friend had deliberately left on your neck for him to see. You silently watch his handsome features twist into a frown as he begins going through all five stages of grief in a matter of seconds, depression staying just long enough before denial quickly counters it.

“What is that?” He touches you as if he hadn’t stopped doing so for years, as if it were only a matter of days since he last walked through your front door and kissed you goodbye.

“It’s nothing.” You lie in order to keep his hands on you, to relish in that feeling of him physically caring for you like he did so long ago before he up and left. His fingers are warm against your skin, rough and calloused as they press into your cheek, turning your face to get a better look at the mark. It takes every ounce of self control for you not to touch him back, not to fall into the muscle memory of your intimate relationship that you never really had the chance to get over.

“Nothing, huh?” He rotates your face from side to side, placing his opposite hand on your shoulder to keep you steady as he carefully inspects your new bruise. “It sure as hell doesn’t look like nothing.” He loosens his grip on your chin.

“It’s just…” You wrack your brain for some kind of story to feed him, one that you might even believe enough to properly convince him of as well. Maybe you got distracted while you were curling your hair? Or maybe your massage therapist got a little carried away when they tried to do the new cupping technique? Or maybe…?

“Did Frankie drop by here last night?” He interrupts your thoughts with a slightly worried tambre. “Because he joked about coming over here after he dropped me off, but I didn’t think he was fucking serious.”

He looks up at you with those eyes, those eyes that could easily make you spill your guts within seconds of staring into your soul with their deep mahogany hue. Eyes that could lull you into a false sense of security, pulling you in just close enough for you to forget everything else around you. Eyes that could soften your heart at its hardest, change your mind, or make you agree to do things you normally wouldn’t want to do. Those eyes of his were much more powerful than you ever really gave them credit for.

“Did he come to see you?” He asks again, barely blinking.

Only you don’t answer; purposefully averting your gaze from his hypnotic stare. Maybe if you don’t look at him he won’t be able to see the truth that’s undoubtedly painted all over your face.

Silence.

He laughs to himself and brushes his palm over his face. “Aye pendejo,” he whispers under his breath. “I should’ve fucking known.”

“Santi, look, I…” you start without knowing where you could possibly finish.

“What? You think I’m fucking stupid?” Anger rears its ugly head as the tone in his voice starts to escalate. “You let him in here just like last time, huh?” He snaps his fingers before pointing in the direction of your bedroom. “Just like that? You let him slip in here even when you knew I was coming over here tonight?”

God, he looks so fucking good when he’s angry. There’s something about him getting all hot and bothered over another man beating him to the punch to get into your bed, even if it was his best friend; even if it had happened before. That territorial look in his eyes brings his face that much closer to yours, his full lips parting as they quickly fill with blood.

“You and I aren’t together anymore,” you remind him as his palm remains on your shoulder, his thumb gently brushing against your clavicle. “And how the hell was I supposed to know if you would actually come over tonight instead of just disappearing like you did last time?” You match his volume and intensity. “Huh?!”

More silence.

“I deserve that.” He hangs his head so you can clearly see the silver streaks as they weave into the rest of his charcoal curls. “Look, I know we’re not together anymore. I do. Of course I know that, but I just thought…” he sighs, pausing for what seems like an eternity. “But Frankie? Again? Really? No wonder he was asking who I was texting!”

“You can leave if you want to,” you goad him, bringing your face in closer with a tone you know will challenge him just enough to stay.

“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head and takes a second to chase away the disappointment by pushing you back up against the wall, keeping his grip tight on your shoulder. “He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Have his way with you without any repercussions?” He licks his lips as he stares at your hickey, running his thumb across your discolored skin. “Marking you like that.”

You can’t help but let a triumphant grin cross your face as you watch that seed of competition begin to grow within him, pounding through the veins in his temples as he stares at you intently.

“It doesn’t matter, anyways,” you say as his lips draw closer to yours. “He may have gotten here first, but that’s only because he knows that you’re my favorite.” You slide your knee up between his thighs, gently nudging his growing bulge as his lips part mere centimeters away from your own.

“Your favorite, huh?” His whisper dampens your lips as he smooths his palm across your shoulder until it reaches your neck, squeezing just affectionately enough to excite your senses.

Now we’re talking.

“He doesn’t know my body like you do, Santi.” You cup his face and stroke the stubble along his cheek as he continues holding onto your throat. “He doesn’t take his time with me like you always do, or put in the work to make my body crave you the very second that I see you...”

“Shut up.” His kiss cuts your words short, that all too familiar taste of cheap beer fresh on his tongue as it parts your lips with a hunger that rivals that of your early years together.

You find yourself nodding into his lips without uttering another word, bringing both hands up to cradle his face as he slides his other hand beneath your shirt. You moan into him as he palms the muscles in your lower back, pulling you in close to warm your core against his. You can feel his heart beating in rhythm with yours, thumping in his chest as the heat between you begins to rise.

“How many times did he fuck you, last night, huh?” He lets go of your throat and pulls your shirt off, dropping it at your feet before quickly kissing you again.

“Just once,” you answer breathlessly, the shade of your lipstick now tinting his lips as he kisses your chin and jaw.

“Mmm, so fucking lazy,” he mumbles into your neck with a slight chuckle. He suddenly shifts his weight and turns around with you, pushing you backward onto the couch. Forcing you to sit down in front of him, he digs his hooks into you one more time by locking onto you with those blackened, lustful eyes. He smirks and slowly starts unfastening his belt, pushing his pants down his thighs at an agonizing pace while you carefully watch him with bated breath. “Show me the rest of your body, baby.”

Chills run down your spine as you nod again in response, watching him free himself from his clothes, his girth always a sudden shock to your system no matter how many times you’ve seen it before. You can feel the moisture begin to pool between your thighs as you find yourself instinctively doing as you’re told, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. You still can’t believe how lucky you are to have spun his jealousy around, unable to look away as he spits on his palm without breaking eye contact, stroking himself in such a languid, gratuitous manner.

“Let’s see how wet you get for your favorite, aye cariño?” He steps out of his shoes and pants before kneeling down in front of you.

The sight of his face between your thighs is almost more intoxicating than watching him stroke himself, his hooded lids adorned with lashes that brush your delicate skin as he presses kisses into your knees all the way up your inner thighs. Those eyes of his finally close as his mouth reaches your needy center, a muffled moan leaving his lips as he eagerly tastes your arousal. A ripple of pleasure moves its way up your body, pulsing through your core and up into your spine as he licks a slow, torturous stripe up your soaking wet length.

“Just what I thought.” He runs two fingers up and down your puffy lips before spreading them apart, focusing solely on the dew that clings between them. “You get this wet for Frankie last night?”

“No,” you can barely breathe your answer as he dips his fingertips into your entrance to collect the evidence, spreading it up and over your clit.

It isn’t until just now that you remember Frankie’s words from before: ‘I want him to taste my come when he goes down on you tomorrow night’; a promise that sounded more like a threat at the time. Was it possible that Frankie could still be oozing out of you even now? Changing the way you taste to your former lover? Or had your own juices been enough to disguise the remnants of his release as Santi painstakingly splays you open?

Guess you’ll never know.

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” He raises an eyebrow as he runs his fingers back down, delving them deep inside your walls without warning.

“Never,” you admit with a gasp, holding your breath as the ridges of his calloused fingers glide over that special spot inside, pushing and pulling against it as his thumb rubs slow, tantalizing circles into your swollen bud.

“Good.” His tongue quickly takes over again, greedily lapping up your slick in a perfectly blissful pattern, his spit now mixing with your sex and Santi’s release as it drips out of you and down the crevices between your cheeks.

His unmatched oral skills nearly send you into a dreamlike state as that ripple from before spreads throughout your entire body. It wades through your nervous system, expanding in diameter as it reaches new heights and widths, washing over you in varying waves of delight. The rhythm of his fingers speeds up as your hips roll into them, instinctively moving with the rush of ecstasy he sucks into your clit by eventually pulling it into his mouth and past his teeth.

Without even stopping to take a breath, his mouth massages that last bit of pleasure into your deliciously sensitive bud without an ounce of mercy. His groans vibrate against your skin as your body trembles beneath him, succumbing to his expert ministrations as you find yourself drowning in the euphoria that only he could deliver in such a skilled, efficient manner. You cry out his name as that delectable feeling rips through you in a matter of seconds, bursting through every vein and artery in your body until the waters inside you eventually ebb to a calm, still state.

“I almost forgot how beautiful you look when I make you come.” He finally says, looking up at you with a satisfied grin as your moisture glistens across his face.

“Jesus,” you huff, nearly jolting away as he pulls his fingers out, grazing them over your clit one more time before rising to his feet. “I almost forgot how good you are at that.”

“Better than our boy Frankie?” He sits down next to you on the couch and grabs onto your hips, pulling you onto his lap in one fluid motion.

“Are you kidding?” You try to catch your breath as you settle onto the tops of his thighs, not yet ready for his cock as it stands at full attention against his stomach. “He didn’t even do that for me.”

“Amateur,” Santi whispers before kissing you, taking the time to spread your flavor into every corner of your mouth as his hands delicately venture up your backside and into your hairline.

You could almost convince yourself that things were how they used to be when you’re facing him like this, kissing each other as if you’re dying to know what each other tastes like for the very first time. You could get lost in the smell of his sweat and cologne that haven’t changed in all these years, relish in the warmth of his hands as they caress your shaking muscles, and delight in the distinct taste of his kiss. If you tried hard enough, you could almost convince yourself that you still slept together in the same bed, lived in the same house and ate your meals at the same time together; but all that had come and gone. All you have now is this.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” you mumble to bring yourself out of that unhelpful line of thinking, playfully running your fingers through his hair.

“Of course I do, I taste like your pussy.” He nips at your bottom lip before kissing you again, giving you another opportunity to savor that tartness between your legs before suddenly pulling away. “Now why don’t you hop on and prove to me that I’m your favorite.”

Wow.

Trying your best not to act too shocked at his words, you nod and lift your hips off his thighs as he grabs hold of himself at the base, stroking the few droplets of precum over his shaft as he takes you in. He looks up as you move your pelvis forward, grinning from ear to ear as you attempt to line yourself up with him, only he keeps moving against you.

“You wanna act like a little slut, huh?” He glides his cock across your overstimulated bud before lining up with your entrance, watching your mouth fall slack with each pass as every neuron in your body ignites again. “Well, you’re my little slut.” He brushes over it another time, forcing your eyes to roll back into your head as bright stars start flashing in the background of your vision. “Right?”

“Right!” You moan as he finally guides himself into your entrance, pulling you down with his other hand on your hip.

He groans as you slowly envelop him, your freshly lubricated walls already contracting around his girth as it stretches you out more than Frankie ever could. With a whisper of your name, his breath quickens as you take him in completely, your thighs now flush against his before you gather the strength to sit up again. He smooths both hands up and down your spine as you begin to ride him, mewling his name against his forehead as those stars become brighter behind closed lids.

He squeezes the base of your neck as he bottoms out again, thrusting up into you with a sort of frantic desperation you’ve never seen in him before. Every buck of his hips forces those stars in your eyes to become brighter, to shine in blinding shades of different colors as they spin around on their axes. You hear him grunt something in Spanish, the last of his sounds becoming more breathy as he sends pulse after pulse of heated pleasure shooting up through your nervous system until his thrusts force your body to convulse around him.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he lets slip as he pulls you down one last time, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing against the walls of your living room as he spasms and twitches inside you with a pathetic growl.

“I love you, too,” your innate reaction to his words comes without thinking, your current state hijacking any common sense that might make you respond differently.

Instead of correcting himself or apologizing, he leaves his words hanging in the air, just as naked and bare as he is now as he finishes spilling himself inside of you. He kisses you even deeper, pulling you further into him as if to merge the two of your bodies into one until his thrusts eventually slow to a complete stop.

Continuing to ignore his sudden confession, he rests his head against your chin and guides his palms over the curves of your body as the aftershock of your shared orgasm phases through you both. He hums the tune of your favorite song as he continues smoothing out all the gooseflesh that had formed on your skin until both of your breathing has steadied.

“I’m sorry I left.”

[blackypanther9]

Can't get enough - William Afton x Male!Reader

WARNING!: Smut, multiple orgasms, BDSM, Praise kink, bondage, use of butt plug, use of something close to a milking machine, Anal sex, soft and rough sex, degradation, marking, spanking, punishment, impregnation AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

William zoomed around in Fredbear’s Family Diner, like it was his last day on earth. He zoomed from the parts and service room, to the backstage room, quickly, but carefully checked on Fredbear and Springbonnie, fixed what had to be fixed and zoomed to the kitchen to see if they are all working.

He had to yell at two of the newer waiters he accepted in, but that was pretty much it. Then he zoomed into his office and quickly read through his huge stack of papers, filled and signed them, gave them to Henry and then zoomed out of the Pizzeria.

He was home ten minutes BEFORE M/n and the kids got home. The smell of spinach hit his nose and his stomach rumbled. He didn’t even take his time to eat what M/n made him for lunch… He hurried so much that he totally forgot about it in his bag, that he came back home with.

William set the table with plates, silverware and the two pots that had spinach and potatoes in them, already cooked and still steaming hot. He got out a big plate, pan, butter and eggs and started to fry them.

As M/n came home with the kids the smell of fried eggs and the sound of sizzling greeted him and the two children.

“Seems like your Dad is already back home today.”, M/n informed the two boys.

Evan smiled and ran into the kitchen.

“PAPA !”, he yelled happily.

“I hope you don’t screw him too hard tonight…”, Michael muttered to M/n.

M/n chuckled and grabbed Mike by the arm softly.

“Do me a favor, Mikey.”

“What is my payment if I do ?”, Mike asked instantly.

M/n smirked.

“I will help you to get together with your little crush~”

Michael blushed a small red hue.

“How do you know ?”

“It is very obvious. You lock your door a lot and I can hear you in there. I am not stupid Mike.”

He blushed redder.

“Pervert…”

“Sorry that you always do ‘it’ after school, before you have even eaten. It is my job to feed you after all. Then get used to doing ‘it’ after Lunch. Then you have all day to yourself.”, M/n deadpanned.

Mike looked away.

“Dad will be so pissed…”

“I doubt it. When you two DO get together, take it slow and easy and when you ever come to THAT activity…ask her if she is on the pill and wear for extra safety a condom. As long as you don’t get anyone pregnant, Willy won’t mind. He just doesn’t want you to be a Father until you are at least 20 years old.”

Mike blushed when M/n told him that but appreciated it.

“Okay…what do you want me to do ?”, the boy asked.

“Go with Evan to his friend’s house and stay there for a few hours. After that you can ask Henry if you can sleep over at his place with Evan. We will be…having a very active day today. I promised your Father to take care of him today. He needs it.”

Michael made a face of understanding.

“Okay, you got it Papa. I will take care of it.”

“Thank you. And no bullying. If I find out you bullied your little Brother the deal will be off.”

“I promise to behave.”

With that Mike left to his room and changed his clothes, then washed his hands and came back to the dining room and gave his Father a visit.

“Hello Father.”, he greeted.

“Hello Mikey.”, William greeted back.

“Is lunch almost done ?”

William hummed.

“Just this one left, then I’m done cooking.”

Mike nodded and went to the Dining room. M/n entered next and hugged William from behind around his waist.

“Hello, Darling~”, M/n purred.

William already was getting aroused, but tried to keep it together.

“Hello, Love.”, he greeted back.

M/n put his head on William’s left shoulder and kissed his neck.

“You cooking the eggs for me ?”

William nodded.

“Already finished your work ? Usually you take almost forever to come back home.”

William nodded.

“I did finish. It wasn’t much today. I overworked yesterday.”

M/n tutted.

“How many times did I tell you to stop overworking ?”, he asked.

William swallowed hard. Shit that slipped out.

“A lot...Sorry, M/n...”

“What’s my name, Bunny ?”, M/n asked darkly.

Every time William did something he was not supposed to he was NOT allowed to call M/n by his actual name, nor his pet names. William swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry, Master...”, William mewled out.

“Good bunny.”

M/n gave William a kiss on his pulse point on his neck, which made him whimper softly. M/n then parted from William and smacked his ass. William yelped softly.

“Just so you know, you will be punished for overworking again.”, M/n whispered darkly then left.

William whimpered softly. He HATED being punished by M/n, but he knew that he deserved it.

-Time skip-

After lunch Mike and Evan left the house and M/n told William to undress himself, as soon as the kids were out.

So there William stood now. Naked. On the kitchen sink. He awaited M/n’s next order.

“You will wash these dirty dishes with your own hands. You are NOT allowed to make any noise, to talk or to move around. All I want you to move are your arms by cleaning and drying the dishes. You hear me ?”, M/n asked.

William let out a whine, but nodded.

“Good bunny. Now get to work.”

And that William did. He turned around and started to fill the sink with hot water, got his sponge ready and put on some cleaning gloves. Then he started with a plate.

M/n was right behind William, hugging him from behind, kissing his shoulders, neck and back. It was hard to not make any noise. William was always noisy and loud, but he had to control himself.

After the second plate was clean, M/n started to grope William’s ass, which made him buck into it, out of instinct.

SLAP !

William yelped and straightened up.

“I told you to stay still and only are allowed to move your arms, William.”, M/n said darkly.

“S-sorry, Master ! It was instinct !”

SLAP !

“Ouch !”

“I also said no talking and noise making. Bad boy.”, M/n said disappointed.

William got tears in his eyes. He doesn’t want to be a bad boy ! He only wants to be a good bunny for his Master. He stayed silent and continued to wash the dishes. M/n knew how much William hated being called by his name and being called a bad boy, by punishments and Sex. He knew what effect it had on him. But otherwise William will never learn to obey.

After the fourth plate was clean, M/n gave William’s neck a small love bite. William stiffened up slightly and tried to keep his moan in. When M/n parted from his neck again he kissed his shoulder and smiled softly.

“Such a good bunny. I think now you deserve a reward. You are allowed to make noise and to talk.”

“Th-thank you, Master.”

“Of course, my bunny. Now finish up, baby.”

William cleaned the knives and forks quickly, then he dried everything up, while he moaned as M/n groped his ass and played with his hard cock. When he was finished M/n stepped away, leaving William disappointed and on the edge of orgasm.

“You know what I found in your bag ?”, M/n asked.

William shook his head.

“You didn’t eat the food I made you.”

His eyes went wide in shock.

“I-I can explain ! I was running around and hurrying to get everything done to come home as fast as possible ! I forgot to eat it, I’m sorry !”

“You KNOW that I hate it when you don’t eat and overwork.”, M/n growled.

“I did eat lunch and breakfast ! I’m fine !”, William tried to persuade.

“William Afton, I always check your lunch box and I don’t care if you ate with us. The point is that you skipped your lunch break, with that you didn’t eat and rather overworked to get here faster. You KNOW that I always look out for your health. You are skinny enough. On your chest I can see your ribcage when you stand straight. You need to eat and sleep more.”

William looked down in shame. He knew all of that, but it is hard to not overwork for more money to give his kids everything they want.

“Wash your hands and go to our bedroom. You have one minute to do so. Do NOT disappoint me.”

William nodded, tore off the gloves and quickly ran off.

‘This man... This isn’t the first time he skipped his lunch break... What am I going to do with him ? If he continues like this, he will die at some point...’

As M/n was in the bedroom, William was already there, standing in the bedroom, hands clasped together in front of him, looking down at the floor. M/n sat down on the bed, looking at William deep in thoughts, then he smiled.

“Come here, William.”, he commanded.

He swallowed and did as told. M/n grabbed him and pulled William over his lap, making him yelp in shock. There he was now, over M/n’s lap, ass vulnerable. M/n rubbed his ass gently, making William whine softly, but he stayed still.

“Do you know what is happening ?”, M/n asked.

“Y-yes...”

“Do you know why it is happening ?”

“B-because I didn’t take proper care of myself again.”

“How many do you think you will get ?”

“A-at least 20....”

M/n looked at William and slapped his ass once. He yelped.

“Why so abusive, hmm ? I never gave you 20 spanks before.”

“B-because you think that it’s too little ?”

M/n tutted.

“You will get 12 spanks and you will count them. If you count wrong, we start anew.”

William whimpered and nodded. M/n started the punishment.

SPANK !

“O-one.”, William hissed.

It had been a while since M/n spanked him, and it hurt. It wasn’t as playful as it was in the Diner...

SPANK ! SPANK !

“Two, three !”, William yelled.

And on and on it went. At the 10th spank William was sobbing.

SPANK !

“Eleven !”, he screamed.

SPANK !

“T-twelve !”

M/n rubbed William’s red ass softly and kissed his shoulder.

“Good bunny. Such a good bunny for me.”, M/n praised.

William was still sobbing, but happy that he was M/n’s good bunny. His good, obedient, slutty bunny.

“Now get off my lap, bunny.”

William did as told and M/n got up.

“Today we are doing something different, but I’m sure you will love it. For that I need you to kneel, arms behind your back and eyes closed, you understand ?”

William nodded and got on the floor, following M/n’s instructions.

“Good bunny.”

M/n wiped away William’s tears and then got out a rope from the closet, with a blindfold. William was never tied up before, but he voiced it that he really wanted it sometimes. M/n went behind William, tying up his arms nicely. William’s breathing got faster, he got excited. Then M/n put the blindfold on him and undressed himself.

He stood naked in front of William, hard cock in hand.

“Be a good slut and open your mouth wide~”

William did as asked and moaned as he felt M/n’s cock entering his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and throat, not knowing what M/n will do. He can be very random by a blowjob. He felt M/n grab his hair, then he pulled his head closer, making him take more of his cock. To help William have all of his cock in his mouth, he bucked his hips the rest of the way in, making William instantly deep throat him.

“Such a good slutty bunny~ Already expected me to be rough~”

William’s cock twitched at the praise. Fuck he wanted M/n to mess him up in the head so bad today. Make him only remember the shape of M/n’s cock inside his ass and make him only feel his cum inside him.

‘Fucking hell, I feel like a submissive, breed able slut...’, William thought to himself.

M/n went rough and fast in William’s throat, only giving him seconds to catch some air in his lungs and he made him choke a few times. But it was nothing William couldn’t handle and get under control quickly. Even though M/n liked it when William was choking on his cock.

“Such a good slut you are~ Taking all of me in so well~”, M/n praised and stroked William’s hair.

He choked out a moan at that, his cock twitching again. M/n was close and he smiled down at William, who couldn’t see.

“I’m gonna cum, baby~ Do Master a favor and drink your milk, will you~?”, M/n purred out.

His bunny’s cock twitched again. M/n pulled William all the way down on his cock, making his nose hit his pubic bone. William stayed still and M/n moaned as he came, rope after rope, down William’s throat. William could feel how his Lover’s cum went down his throat.

‘Fuck....I want more....’

As M/n was finished, he pulled his cock out of his bunny’s mouth. It was still rock hard. He went behind William, helped him to stand up, got him on the bed, put him in a kneeling position and pushed him down by his back, making him press his left cheek into the sheets.

M/n had free access to William’s entrance now and he growled possessively, as he saw that some of his cum, was out from their love making in Fredbear’s. Oh, he couldn’t let Willy get away with that. He lubed his fingers up with his own saliva and then pressed them inside, to see if his bunny’s hole tightened at all.

“Ah~”

“You are still open wide and ready for me, bunny~ What a slutty little thing I own~”

William whined at M/n’s dirty talk and tried to get more friction from his fingers, which didn’t work, because M/n already pulled them out again. M/n took his cock in his hand and positioned himself at his Lover’s hole. Then he pushed in slowly. They were in no rush, after all.

“Ah~! Mmmm~!”

“What a tight little cunt you have~ No matter how many times I fuck the shape of my cock into you, you are tight again like a virgin, when I enter again~”

William wiggled his hips, whimpering submissively.

“P-please, hurry~ I-I really n-need it rough today, Master~”

“Oh bunny~ We have all day and night to spend~ When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember Springbonnie’s name~”

“Bold statement....Prove it to me~”

M/n smirked darkly and then was sheathed all the way in, tickling his bunny’s prostate softly. He grabbed his submissive Lover’s hips and then moved slowly in and out of William. His bunny didn’t expect that, hoped he would be fast and rough, but his Master seemed to have other ideas.

It was sensual and careful at first, but then, every time M/n pushed back in slowly, he hit William’s prostate harshly.

“Ah~! Yes~! Mmmnnn~! Fuck~!”

Every time M/n hit his bunny’s prostate harshly, he moaned and babbled something. William never thought that he could get close to cuming by slow and sensual Sex. You learn something new every day. M/n got William to cum after 30 minutes of sensual, slow Sex, which surprised his bunny greatly.

His cum stained the sheets and he felt utter bliss and happiness. M/n pulled out after he came inside his bunny’s cunt, which made William whine.

“Why did you pull out ? Come back... Please...”, William begged.

“Just a moment, my Love.��, M/n assured.

He pulled something out of the drawer that was behind the bedroom door. It was kind of like a milking machine. Just that it didn’t mile his bunny’s cock, M/n didn’t need that, he can make his bunny cum all day and night, but in order to have clean sheets, he crafted a little something, so the cum wouldn’t go to waste. All the cum is bunny will waste today and tonight, will be stored in a tank inside the little machine.

He came back to William’s side and took his oversensitive cock into his hands.

“Ah~! What are you doing~?! Mmmnnn~!”

“Make sure that your cum won’t be wasted for nothing~ Now hold still. Be a good bunny, for Master~”, M/n answered.

William tried very hard to stay still, moaning softly, while M/n put the device on his cock and fastened it around him. When he was done he got back up and gave his bunny a gentle, filled with love, kiss. William kissed back softly, their tongues playing with each other.

“Such a good bunny you are for me~”, M/n praised as they parted from their kiss.

William was drooling slightly, but smiled softly with a red hue on his cheeks. Then M/n went back behind him and entered his Lover’s hole again. William moaned loudly as he was back inside.

M/n gave his bunny another round of slow, passion filled love making. He noticed how nuts it made William. He loved it so much, but he wanted so much more at the moment. M/n smirked at his dirty bunny.

“You are such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, bunny~?”

“Y-yes~! Ah~! Want more~! P-please~!”

M/n hit his Lover’s prostate harder than before and William came screaming, while M/n held his hips in place and came too, moaning. He saw how his bunny’s cum went into the machine with the tank and it made him even more aroused.

He grabbed William’s hips and pushed in deeper to fill him better, which made his bunny moan louder than he did before, but he stayed obedient and let M/n do what he wanted. All William wanted was to fuck himself on his Master’s cock, but he knew he should NEVER interrupt the process of his Master filling his slutty, needy hole up.

As M/n finished he pulled out slightly and started to fuck William faster and rougher than before.  The over stimulated Afton could only moan louder and beg for M/n to give him more. William’s cock still leaked some cum and it just got to M/n’s head, that he leaned down and bit William’s shoulder, drawing blood.

“AH~! MASTER~!”

William came again, his hole tightened up nicely and M/n forced his cock back in all the way, to fill his needy bunny’s cunt again. It only made William cum harder, as he felt M/n’s cum gushing deep inside him, marking him as his.

William felt boneless, luckily he didn’t have to hold himself up, otherwise he would have slumped on the bed now, just flopping on his chest and not able to move. M/n softly rocked his hips back and forth while his cock happily twitched and pumped cum into his bunny’s greedy hole. Then he let go of William’s shoulder and kissed the new mark.

“Such a good bunny~ You’re so good~ My beautiful, sweet, slutty bunny~”

William whined softly.

“C-can’t...move...”, William got out from his high.

“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to move.”, M/n whispered and kissed William’s neck.

He pulled out of his bunny, got up, picked William up by the front and went to the wall on their left from the bedroom. He pressed his Lover’s back against it and positioned his legs, holding them with one hand and the other was lining his cock up with William’s hole. He wasted no time in pushing inside.

“AH~!”

M/n started to move fast and rough, slamming William into the wall.

“OH FUCK~! OH YES~! MORE~! AH~! HAH~!”

William was drooling, unable to swallow much, from all his moaning. M/n gave him a rough kiss, which William replied to submissively. M/n swallowed all of his bunny’s moans. They were all just for him after all. Then he decided to take off William’s blindfold and he was in awe.

His baby bunny was in utter fucked out bliss. His eyes were unfocused and rolled up. It looked like he looked at the ceiling, but he probably didn’t. His eyes weren’t centered anymore, they were more looking to the bridge of his nose.

“Look how far gone you are in the pleasure, I can give you, bunny~”, M/n purred.

“AH~! HAH~! HA~!”

“Such a good cumslut for Master, aren’t you~?”

“YES~! HAH~! JUST FOR MASTER~!”

M/n fucked into him faster and William soon came screaming again, his own cum filling the tank further, while M/n pushed in all the way and gently rocked his hips against William as he filled him with another load of his.

He then carried him back to bed and laid him down on his back, put his bunny’s legs onto his shoulders, positioned himself again and entered him again. William screamed loudly in bliss. M/n slammed into his bunny’s prostate now, no mercy left and he leaned down to suck, nibble and bite his bunny’s over sensitive nipples. William struggled a bit around and moaned louder than he already did, screaming his lungs out in bliss.

M/n marked his bunny’s chest up nicely, before he made William cum again with him. As M/n looked down, he started to smile and feel more possessive than he already felt. He came so much inside his baby bunny, that he had a small tummy showing.

‘Fuck...I want to make it rounder ~ Fuck, why can’t you have my baby ?’

M/n continued to fill William and make his bunny cum. When William was too exhausted to still be horny, they stopped. William had a big round belly, full of cum and William came so much that he filled the whole tank. M/n already had some plans with it. But before he put everything away and left, he untied his bunny’s arms, got out a butt plug and plugged William’s hole up, which made him whimper.

“So full...”, he whined softly.

“Tomorrow you can shower and let it all out, tonight I want all of it to stay where it belongs. And it belongs into your slutty, bunny cunt. I didn’t rabbit with you for nothing, baby.”

William moaned at that and then passed out. He knew what M/n meant with ‘rabbit’. He often said rabbiting when William was horny and couldn’t get enough. Apparently that is what rabbits mating means. And because William likes to be called bunny, he has to live with the term rabbiting.

M/n cleaned everything up while William rested and brought the filled tank into the basement.

‘Tomorrow I can start with my work.’

Just what was M/n up to ?

He went back to William’s bedroom and laid down too, covering them with the blanket, he redressed, and then held William possessively.

‘Mine.’

-The next day-

William woke up with an aching body. He carefully got up and out of M/n’s arms, then went into the shower and showered. He carefully pulled out the plug, he moaned and got hard as all the cum inside him, came out and was washed away by the drain. He was sad that it all left, but it had to go. He cleaned the plug and then himself.

When he was finished he came back out of the shower and looked at the mirror. He sighed and smiled happily as he saw all the love bites and marks, M/n left on his skin. Never in a million years will he cover these up. In the middle of all their love making, M/n even marked William’s thighs as his. He left the bathroom and saw that M/n was missing from bed.

Then he felt two arms wrap around him.

“Morning my Love.”, M/n greeted huskily.

“Good morning, Dear.”

William gasped softly as M/n nibbled on his neck again and fondled his still hard cock.

“What made you excited again, hmm ?”, he asked his bunny.

“All of your cum that left. It was so much... I guess it just aroused me again.”

M/n softly bit William’s neck, his right arm pressed him tightly to M/n’s chest, while the other started to jerk his bunny’s cock off.

“A-ah~!”

“Relax, baby bunny~ Let me make it go away~”, M/n said with a seductive voice.

William leaned against his Master and let him jerk him off. He bucked his hips from time to time and moaned softly, which got louder the closer he got to his orgasm. Soon he came screaming, but his cock didn’t soften.

“Oh oh~ I think your body wants me to pleasure it some more~”, M/n purred.

William blushed a deep shade of red, but smiled. M/n made William turn around and they started to make out, while his Master led his bunny back to the bed, where they had another three rounds of love making.

The kids came back with Henry as they finished and William had to dress up quickly, to run to the door. He opened it and let the kids inside, thanking Henry that he took care of them. Michael made a direct line to his Father’s bedroom and entered, spotting M/n on the bed, dressed.

“So ? How hard did you go ?”

M/n looked at Michael.

“Your dad can be wild, that is all I’m going to say.”, M/n teased.

Michael blushed and shook his head.

“Is he less stressed now ?”

“I’m sure he is not at all stressed, Mike. Why ?”

“Because I forgot to do my school project and now I need his help. I am not entirely done with my small Animatronic and I have to be done by tomorrow. I skipped school today and said that my Brother was ill and my Dad is a single parent and not home.”

“Mkay. Ask your Dad then. He is totally relaxed. And I will help you soon with your own little crush~”

Mike blushed slightly, but smiled.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“No problem, now shoo.”

With that Mike left.

‘This kid...’, M/n thought amused.

-Two weeks later-

William was very sick. He vomited a lot and ate more than usual. Something was wrong with him and he reported himself sick.

M/n called the doctor, but he had a sneaking suspicion what it was. You see, William stole some files about himself from his parents, before he ran away. He probably never read them, but there stood some very...interesting things in it. Mostly with what he was all born.

The doctor arrived and checked up on William. The older man was in shock as he ran the tests twice already and they had the same results.

“What do I have, Sir ?”, William asked worried.

“Mr. Afton...did you know that you were one of the 4% of men that can get impregnated ?”, the doctor asked carefully.

William’s eyes went wide.

“What ? No I had no idea. Such things are possible ?”, he asked in shock.

“Yes. Congratulations, Sir. You are pregnant.”

M/n stood with William in the room and smiled. He did his job right this time. He expected William to be in horror, but he just smiled and patted his tummy.

“Wow, lucky me...”

“You are very lucky indeed, Sir.”

Then his eyes flashed in realization and he panicked.

“Wait ! How would they come out by birth ?! Oh shoot !”, William panicked.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Afton. We had such a case once already. We know what to do.”

“Please tell me that I won’t lose this ability after I gave birth.”

“You won’t. I assure you, nothing will go wrong.”

William turned and looked at M/n with happiness.

“My Love, we finally have what we wanted.”

“Darling, we already have it, I just wanted the family to get bigger.”, M/n replied with a soft smile.

“So you...weren’t lying when you said you accept Mike, Evan and Liz ?”

“Of course I wasn’t lying, Darling. I love you all and I will love our new child too.”

The end ?

Masterlist HERE !

Finally I have it finished ! It took me FOREVER ! I hope you liked it. ^^

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WiP Bit - Thraralani

He's absolutely brilliant with tactics, strategy, and combat.

He's capable of missing everything else around him unless it's art.

Ziara has known this about Thrawn for most of his time at Taharim. In fact, a number of cadets and even some of the faculty call Mitth'raw'nuruodo her first command. She's been hammering him through upper division coursework because it's a very very bad no good never let it happen idea to let Thrawn get bored. It's like having a pusheen who has learned to open things and subverted it's feeding program like her late and beloved Mu'cher.

Hm. Having an overintelligent pusheen might be the best possible preparation for dealing with Thrawn. There's a thesis for you.

Of course, having him as her junior survival course partner is going to kick the firesting nest, but there are multiple reasons for doing so. One is that it keeps her friend in line of sight, therefore unlikely to dig himself a grave. Secondly, it keeps him out of sight from those who would push him into said grave and shovel for dear life. Thirdly, Thrawn misses a lot of things and he's missing a very important one and Ziara needs to correct this. Right now, he's intent on dinner, a new holochip of Late Middle Regency nightstone sculpture, and giving her half an ear about their upcoming two-week survival test.

"-and then I will take a chair and beat you to death with it."

"Sounds good."

"You didn't listen to a word I said, Thrawn."

He marks his place and then repeats every word she's said while Ziara restrains herself from pointless violence.

"Fine. You were listening. We ought to rest early since we don't know where they're going to drop us."

The mess is almost empty and Thrawn takes their trays to dump in the recycler before they walk back to their barracks. The rules of the survival test say only that they won't be dropped into hard vacuum or a toxic atmosphere without appropriate, tested, and functional equipment. Likewise, they will be warned about extremes of temperature since Chiss have diverged far enough from their human origin that they have lost their pores and hair aside from their heads, eyebrows, and eyelashes - they can't sweat. The testing grounds will be challenging, but unless one is stupid, they are not deadly.

Sometime in the night, they're drugged and wake up in a lifepod plummeting into atmosphere. Strapped into crash couches, all Ziara can do is watch the fire of entry and hope the heat shields held, Thrawn has the yoke in hand and visibly wrestles them into a controlled descent. There's just enough fuel in the tanks to scoot them out of trouble's way. The landing is rough, and the tanks are on fumes by the time the sun sets. They activate the beacon once firmly on the ground, then stagger to the sanitary unit before falling into bed to sleep off the tranks.

Morning is unpleasant. The hangover leaves Ziara feeling slow and stupid and Thrawn actively sick - a bucket between his knees and nothing staying down. Both of them are certified to operate the small med unit, she Thrawn gets fluids and medication while Ziara curls up and tries to sleep her way through it. Rations go down and stay down, and for some reason Thrawn has spiceleaf tea.

And eight layers of clothing.

A pair of multitools.

Knives.

He strips out of layer after layer until he's in his underwear and socks, looking pleased with himself and the haul of items on the floor of the pod.

"Oh, my life. Thrawn. How-?!"

"I knew that they'd come for us sometime this week, keeping us in the middle of the cohort for testing. So I slept with everything on my body as they are not allowed a body search."

Of course he did.

[mayaflowerxs]

Hi!

Can I request a fic of mark where y/n us getting a surgery and like how Mark will act and that stuff pls??

REACTION TO YOU GETTING SURGERY

Synopsis: How Mark reacts when he sees you forgoing a surgery.

Warning: Fluff / Humor. Supportive boyfriend Mark, words of encouragement meant a few dirty jokes made, a bit of swear word usage but very lightly tho I promise! Super short !

Literally hate this so much but it was made impossible to change it w/o the notifications deleting my progress smh

Pairing: Mark x gn reader

Very gentle

Whether the surgery is big or small he’s super cautious, and is at your side the second his name falls out of your mouth.

The more stern side of him kinda comes out as well. He’s more protective of you and for that he may send a cold stare at any of the guys who are being a little too rough with you

Despite it being you who’s undergoing the surgery he seems to be pretty nervous for you, course he tries not to show it tho

Skinship starts to blow through the roof, as someone who may not be all that into pda he has no problem fiddling with your hands, pulling you on his lap and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck

He likes to stuff your face with food with the excuse of you needing your energy after the surgery.

He’d also be up at the very crack of dawn just doing his research on surgeries and what would be appropriate to feed you

Clicking on tons of sites for remedies to soothe the soreness he’s sure you’ll have.

For the most part, he’s on top of everything. Not even allowing you to do not a single chore.

Dishes, done.

Laundry, done

And although you have yet to get the surgery he still refuses for you to do anything.

Truly getting the pre- princess treatment you’re bound to get

But it isn’t until the actual day of the surgery is he more frantic than you.

While you dress in casual clothes half an hour before the surgery he’s been up a good five hours prior.

Stuffing a bag full of your essentials and snacks and as he checked the weather for any surprises he’s pleased when it’s meant to be sunny.

Traffic wasn’t bad but he wasn’t going to take any chances.

And although you would have liked to at least fix your hair, Mark insisted to get a move on.

While in the process of waiting, he’d calm your nerves by being himself.

Which includes ask the dumbest questions like would you rather have him be a rat or a spider

Letting you braid his hair and pose for the pictures you demand to take of him

The surgery eventually went well, he was at your side up until he wasn’t allowed anymore but as soon as they let him in he was quickly at your side.

He made sure to update on your friends and family,

All waiting for you to wake up and while he does so he takes the time to admire you.

Brushing your hair to side and even opening the curtains to allow more light in.

But he does get bored at some point, so when he starts bouncing his leg, slapping his thigh to make some sort of beat and proceed to beat box he momentarily forgets you were suppose to rest

“Mark…?” He hears you slur out

“Oh sorry!”

With a single wish for food or water he quickly leaves with a soft kiss to your forehead.

When you’re discharged, he walks with his arm around your waist.

But when the weather suddenly changes and it begins to pour, he doesn’t hesitate to take off his hoodie to hover it over you.

Despite getting drenched, he continues to cover you as much as you can inside.

He fluffs the pillows, brings two more thick blankets to cover you and making you a warm bowl of soup.

He blows off any sort of plans the boys may have wanted to do as he’d much rather be with you

But when it’s time for him to get back to the studio you have to forcibly get him to leave in order to not be late.

“But are you-“ “Yes!”

Furrowed brows and a worried look, you get on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

“I’ll be fine now go!”

“Okay but do you know where -“ “Yes.” “What about the-“ “Yes.”

And while he’s practicing, his eyes constantly looks down at his phone.

Not wanting to accidentally miss any of your text messages.

Even though he’s the one sending you a hundred an hour…

Weeks go by and just when you’re in perfect health he’s still careful towards you.

Pressing kisses to the area where you had the surgery on, rubbing soft circles on your stomach and giving you random massages.

He’s shamelessly grow more in love with you and when Haechan points it out he only merely throws a pillow at the guys face before going back to cuddling you

100/10 best boyfriend

[nuctoria]

Listen listen listen

I know I ask a lot of questions

but hear me out

the villains of Luigi's harem... Bad End (the bad guys win)

Every king needs a queen 👑

Oh dear, none are pleasant endings for Luigi but lets do it! Btw, I found two fanarts that describe the bad endings best for Bowser and King Boo, I'll reblog them when I'm done with this.

Bowser: it's hard to picture how this would turn out since he's always defeated by Mario as he's Bowser's nemesis, plus I think Bowser enjoys the chaos he causes and putting Mario through all these adventures. But it can certainly happen if Mario ends up being defeated, Bowser would not have let that win go and would either fully immobilize Mario or kill him, if he were actually that hateful towards the plumber. Finally, he can set his plan for world domination in motion and Luigi would be by his side throughout all of it. Luigi would beg and plead with Bowser to stop and do the right thing but it falls on deaf ears and none of the minions are willing to help. Everything is covered in Bowser's mark, everything is controlled to his rule and desire. But Luigi is trapped, the luxuries he receives being of no value to him, he feels like a traitor to be the only to get such lavish treatment while he friends and family are either dead or imprisoned. He had tried to fight, trying to stone his heart and fight Bowser for peace again but it was of no use, not when he's alone and everything has been remodeled to Bowser's benefit.

King Boo: This guy's main mission is to get that bad ending for Luigi, where all his friends and family are captured in paintings to be put up on the wall for display, their horrified expressions stuck in time and with Luigi by his side to see it all. If he were caught alive, he'd be put in a painting for any acts of rebellion or escape, otherwise sticking him to his side and have him watch as he terrorized the living and expanding his domain. If dead, he'd be able to have better control of him given how he's able to control and even brainwash legions of ghosts all at once so he'd have no problem trapping Luigi's ghost to his castle, he'd find it interesting to see how Luigi will adapt as one and how he'll turn out as the centuries pass by. Perhaps he could modify Luigi to be more accepting to his ways and have him terrify the living with him and his boos.

Antasma: This would have happened if he had taken the Dream Stone and betrayed Bowser before he was betrayed. Since he'd used the Dark Stone, he'd know better on how to use the Dream Stone too so he'd be an even harder boss to beat, if he had taken Dreamy Luigi hostage or done something that damaged Luigi's psyche and affected his dreamself so he couldn't assist Mario properly, he would have won and along with Dreambert, would have been captured or even dead. Pi'illo Island and even the Dream World would have been turned into a living nightmare by his design and due to Luigi's legendary powers, he would have been captured and turned into some sort of trophy, a personal buffet only the king was allowed to feed on, never to see another ray of sunlight again. The dream bats would have gone rough and some may turn into monsters too from eating nightmares instead of dreams like Antasma did but he'd never let them get as powerful. Matter of fact, he'd train and use them to conquer other regions and kingdoms.

Dimentio: What do you think would happen here? Game over. Literally. Nothing more, nothing less. The plan would go accordingly. Count Bleck would be down, the Pure Hearts useless, the Chaos Heart and Luigi at the ready to defeat the heroes. And the heroes would have lost. The worlds across the universe would have crumbled and turned to dust, not a single spec of them left to tell an old story. He would have made his own worlds to his desire, become king of them or better yet, their God. And his Man in Green would be by his side for the whole ride, drowning in guilt and despair at the cruel fate that he was given and cursed to be chained to the demented jester that created this hell using him as a tool.

[signoraviolettavalery]

As promised, have tonight's vampire!Bojan snippet, this time featuring Martin. This is a rough-ish draft subject to change, and also I bet MartinxJure are a ship you never considered but you're getting it.

 Bojan asking Jan "I'd like to invite a friend of mine for dinner"

"of course, my lord," jan hurries to say.

"he's a vampire too," Bojan clarifies. "Would that be alright with you?"

he's looking at Jan attentively, patient. the way he gets when he wants jan to think about it and tell him what he really thinks

Jan nervous about it at first. Gaspar having dinner guests often meant being shown off in more humiliating ways than normal, and 'dinner' for gaspar meant feasting on jan in front of people. But this is bojan's friend, and bojan has treated him well so far. Trust is a big word that he’s not ready for, but he at the very least he believes Bojan isn't going to hurt him. He believes that Bojan is the type to keep his word and not twist it.

"I'd like to meet your friend," he says, which is true

bojan breaks out in a smile

"wonderful! he's married too, actually, he'll bring his husband. Jure."

The two of them come the next day – Martin tall and dignified, with an old-fashioned nobility about him, and Jure the exact opposite, small and chaotic. His behavior is – well, the only word Jan can find for it is improper. He steals food off Martin’s plate and interrupts him. He laughs loudly, asks Bojan’s servants for things, and makes jokes at Martin’s expense that his husband, soft-spoken and well-mannered, allows. Bojan doesn’t seem perturbed by it either, and, once they repair to a parlor for after-dinner drinks, Jure sprawls on a sofa, barely leaving room for Martin, who sits his slim form on the edge of it and plays with Jure’s hair.

Jan’s heart clenches in worry for him. He’s taken to Jure at once – a ball of sunshine, sweet and funny – and he’s terrified, hating the idea of Jure suffering as he had. He wants to scream at Jure, warn him – didn’t he know what he was doing? Had he not been trained in the decorum and obedience required of a bride? Or was he acting out, rebelling in the mistaken hope (one that Jan had once harbored, too) that it would accomplish something?

After they leave, leaving Martin and Bojan in the comfort of a fireplace, he can no longer keep himself from asking.

"Will Jure be punished?"

Bojan looks at him like he's starting speaking an incomprehensible language.

"why would he - what?"

'his behavior was - ' but he breaks off, not wanting to insult Bojan’s friend or his husband. He chooses his words more carefully. "I would have been punished for behaving in such a way."

"No, you wouldn’t have," Bojan says, and perhaps it’s the light, but Jan thinks his eyes flash a little red.  "Not by me. Not by Martin. And not by any remotely decent husband."

"I'm sorry," Jan rushes to say. "I didn't mean to offend."

It visibly takes Bojan a moment to calm himself, and Jan berates himself for angering him, but then Bojan says “I’m not offended.” He sits back and looks a little wistful. “You know,” he says, “theirs isn’t arranged marriage.”

“What?” Jan’s never heard of such a thing. Though it would certainly explain Jure’s behavior if he had not been raised as a bride.

Bojan smiles. "Martin....fell in love with Jure and courted him. They married, not for an alliance but for love.”

The thoughts run wild through Jan’s head. He can hardly imagine it: a marriage without duty, without servitude or obedience. A marriage where his husband’s word wasn’t law.

“I didn’t know you could – do that.”

“The council certainly wasn’t delighted. I think some of them would’ve liked to undo the marriage, but a vow is a vow. If you start questioning one, the whole system of promises falls apart. Besides, I think some of them realized that a human marrying a vampire by choice, rather than legacy or duty, was good PR.”

“And he…feeds on him?” Jan asks. He’d seen a fading mark on Jure’s neck.

"He does. With Jure’s permission."

"Oh" Jan says. He can’t imagine agreeing to that. Even now, after so long with Bojan, who’s as gentle as can be, he still freezes when he feels the fangs sink into his neck, the memories of Gaspar overpowering him. He knows Bojan can taste it in his blood.

Gaspar had loved the taste of his fear.

But if Bojan had been his first, would that have been different? If he hadn’t had Gaspar in his past, and he’d had a choice, would he have agreed to it with Bojan? Chosen to marry and endure the ordeal of feeding that was its price, out of love, affection, devotion?

"if you hadn't been promised...I would have courted you,” Bojan says softly. Wistfully. "I'd have asked you to join me on outings, and I'd have made sure you always enjoyed them. Surprised you with gifts and flowers. I'd have asked for your hand in marriage, and it would have been yours to give. No one else's."

Jan wants to cry. He'd given up on fantasies like that years ago, but coming from Bojan it sounds like it could be real. It was a child's fairytale, but then he grew up. Except it turns out it's not a fairytale. it happens, in this world. it happened to martin and jure. it's a dream bojan shares.

And he wants to cry, because if it’s real, if it’s possible, he was robbed of it.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I don’t remember if I sent these ones already so here you go.

High school au

Teacher decides that the human students need to learn to prepare for the future and sets everyone up individually to take care of a fake baby that mimics a real one. (I don’t ship Jack and hlokk and I don’t see the appeal in it, and I don’t ship Jack and Heracles there “from enemies to bros” please don’t ship them.)

Hello love, I’m going to combine your two requests into one, since they are both almost the same. I hope you like it.

-Brunnhilde, health teacher to the Einherjar, warriors that battled in Ragnarok against the gods, needed to prepare them for the future, by caring for a child.

-While she couldn’t and wouldn’t give them a real child to care for, she was able to get robotic babies that mimic real infants, they will cry, need to be fed, burped, and cared for with compassion, as she was feeling merciful, not going to force them, this time, to change diapers.

-Each of the Einherjar was given a baby, as well as a diaper bag of supplies, and dismissed for the day and in the morning, Brunnhilde would check their baby’s inner care monitor to see how well the baby was cared for.

-Lu Bu- Was clueless, looking down at the infant, question marks floating all around his head as he sat at home, reading the manual on how to care for a child. He nearly threw it across the room when it started to cry and he quickly skimmed the book, trying to figure out how to make it stop. His father couldn’t help but grin, watching his son struggle as he came over, offering advice, guiding his son how to feed the doll and burp it, being gentle. Lu Bu bonded with his father, learning that he did so long ago when Lu Bu was only an infant, only Lu Bu rarely cried, unless he was hungry. The next morning, Brunnhilde patted his head lightly, as he looked dead on his feet, “Most babies will cry a lot through the night when they’re first born. But you did a good job, B plus!” Lu Bu couldn’t care less about the grade, just wanting to go home after being up all night with that demon doll.

-Adam- With the help of his darling girlfriend Eve, that baby would have been the most loved person on the planet had it been real. Adam was a natural, holding the baby perfectly, following Eve’s instructions, doting and caring for the baby with expertise. He smiled at Eve when she had to leave for the evening, “Do you think we’ll have kids too when we get married?” she gushed, peppering his face with kisses which he melted under. Brunnhilde chuckled softly, knowing that Eve helped him, “Being parents is a two-person job, it’s good to help each other out with children, especially babies this young. A plus!”

-Kojiro- As soon as Brunnhilde handed him the baby, he dropped it, immediately panicking and Brunnhilde put her hand on his head, “Take it slow and easy. I’ll overlook this one and reset the baby, but don’t let it happen again.” Kojiro thanked her, taking the baby and holding it carefully now, taking it home. It had taken a lot of trial and error, as the baby would cry and Kojiro would try to do what the manual said, but it wouldn’t work, the baby was hungry, Kojiro burped it, the baby wanted comfort, Kojiro fed it, it took him a while to get it right. Brunnhilde smiled at him the next day, as he looked a little ragged, “Being a parent takes time, practice, and hard work. B plus!”

-Jack- Took his duty seriously, reading Shakespeare and playing violin music for his child, who was going to be a cultured person! It was a bit rough starting out, as Jack had to learn how to hold and feed an infant, before burping them. Anne, his adoptive mother thought it was cute, seeing him taking care of a baby and she felt for him when he asked if this is what his mother did to him when he was an infant. His mother wasn’t in the picture, leaving her friend Anne to take care of him, but the two adored each other, except for right now as Anne was taking pictures, teasing him. Brunnhilde took the baby back, smiling softly, “It’s good that you have others in your life that can offer advice in child rearing. A!”

-Raiden- Brunnhilde, knowing his reputation, made him sign a waiver that if anything happened to the doll, he had to replace it and he just grinned but agreed, as he wasn’t the best at taking care of things, except for himself when he was at practice. The baby cried for hours, hidden under a pillow as Raiden’s bloodshot eyes scanned the pages of the manual, trying to figure out why the baby wouldn’t shut up! He was nearly to the point of tearing his hair out until he found the page about burping and was quick to do so and the child was silent, for about five minutes before crying again, wanting comfort. Brunnhilde was surprised to see the doll undamaged, a bit impressed before she offered advice, “Being a parent takes time and patience, as well as never giving up. B.”

-Qin Shi Huang- Tried to force it off onto someone else as soon as he got home, it wasn’t his job to take care of a baby. That was until Chun Yan grabbed him by the back of his head and forced him to sit down and take care of the baby, “IF you become a father one day you can’t just force it onto your wife! It’s a partnership!” however she did continue to help him, teaching him how to hold the baby properly and when the baby giggled up at him, he nearly cried tears of joy, finding it kind of fun! Brunnhilde heard from her friend what he had tried to do, just giving him a small nod, “You did good, once you had some sense shaken into you. B plus!”

-Nikola- Another one who had to sign a waiver that he had to replace the doll if anything happened to it, which also included him taking the doll apart to see how it worked, as Brunnhilde knew him very well. Nikola tried his best, doing everything in the manual, doing everything correctly and the child barely cried, which he was grateful for. He propped the baby up on a pillow and began to ramble, showing the doll the notes that he was able to take on it without taking it apart, telling it about itself even though it couldn’t even hear. Brunnhilde was stunned to see that he managed to control himself, but he was nearly vibrating when he brought it back and she sighed, “You can take it apart now, but put it back together. Understanding children is important for their health and growth. A.”

[prettyflyshyguy]

It's actually WIP wednesday today. Have some short snippets from some things I'm writing. Some inFAMOUS things.

Festival of Blood extrapolation cause I can't fucking help myself. This is C-Virus 2.0. Help.

“Alright, now hold still. This might sting a little.”

Cole grunted in response to the pain as he felt the alcohol bite into the puncture marks. 

“Zeke that really, really stings.”

“I did warn you.”

Zeke’s technique was rough, but thorough, ensuring the wound and surrounding skin was clean before a second round of pain hit as the antiseptic gel he began applying spared no mercy. He paused in his application, a chill swept through his body as he watched Cole grimace from the burning wound. Zeke turned his attention back to the immediate issue, refocusing on the job he had dutifully assigned himself. The surrounding skin had bruised deep violet and grey, broken up by lines of scattering dark veins spreading outwards, creeping and crawling under the surface, like vines reaching out for purchase.  

“Where’d you pick up all this stuff anyway, Grey’s Anatomy? Nurse Jackie?” 

Cole’s voice cut the stillness of the rooftop. The man had a knack for lightening the mood, but Zeke knew him too well. Cole was unsettled. This was his usual method for deflecting. 

“I got it from Trish.” 

Zeke held his breath, glancing up at Cole as he pulled open a packet of medical adhesives. Cole was silent and still, staring out across the city skyline, though he wasn’t looking at the fireworks and balloons that dotted the hazy gloom of the clear twilight sky. Zeke continued, “Back in Empire City, while you were in hospital. Had a lot of downtime, yknow? While the world was going to shit outside. It was getting scary, man. Figured I’d ask her to show me how to do stuff right in case anything ever happened.”

He lined up the patch, confirming it was the correct size before peeling the plastic protective film off and gently pressing it onto Cole’s neck.

“Didn’t think I’d ever need to.”

Before the thought could linger, the snapping sound of Zeke pulling off his gloves pulled Cole back into the moment. 

“Okie-dokie Gary Oldman, consider yourself discharged. Be sure to give the Dunbar clinic a five star review.”

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Forced Conduit Zeke (name pending)

Ok this is more a handful of notes but I NEED to get it out of my system or I'll explode. Ever since I hit the bombshell that Bertrand can create forced conduits by effectively mutating people I really, really, really wanted to see him do it to a member of the main cast. Now I understand why the game did not. But I'm the dickhead that wrote 23k words of Leon Kennedy being mutated by the C-Virus for the same reason so you can bet your sweet ass I'd do it again. Initially you'd think, sure, I'd hit Cole with that, and I sort of want to as more of a what if/one shot exploration. Less likely a full scale fic more just some fun noodling.

However. Hear me out. Ok hear me out. I love Zeke but he's a perfect candidate - he wanted powers, he's working undercover in the militia as a double agent, Cole's way too powerful to risk attempted containment and then mutating (the risk of him being too powerful a creature to control? What happens if they can't knock him out long enough for Bertrand to work his magic?) - what happens if Zeke is found out. Not only is he a double agent, he's The Demon's best friend.

He's feeding information to Bertrand's biggest threat and that just won't do. So naturally, what's a good punishment. What's a good way to send a message? What's a good way to drive home the point that Conduit's are monsters?

-

“You know the last time someone kidnapped and threatened my best friend, thing’s didn’t end so well for him.”

Bertrand has Zeke hostage, Cole shows up for a rescue, mirroring the mission from inF1. Zeke's in his militia uniform (conveniently) but this also reflects that he got caught. Bertrand talks about how he was good, but not quite good enough. He caught wind that there was a mole and the guy has resources, and this is the age of smartphones. Someone caught a photo of them together maybe, or a guard spotted something that lead to suspicion. Zeke never let it slip firsthand though.

Cole show's up, Bertrand threatens to shoot Zeke if he tries anything though. Cole's basically stuck watching. Bertrand has a monologue on the resources, time, energy it cost to rat out the mole. He's pissed off. Really pissed off. This would occur sometime after they found out he was making monsters, but before proof and confirmation was gained, so they were going by Nix's word and Cole's firsthand witnessing to Bertrand's personal transformation.

Bertrand continues to yap, but he keeps it vague. He talks about how he thought about doing what he’s about to do to Cole, but realised when he figured out Zeke’s connection and relevancy, he felt this would be more interesting. 

Cole is helpless watching as Bertrand begins to corrupt Zeke.

“... promise me you’ll get that... sonova...bitch....”

After they’re done, Bertrand leaves a distraught Cole to handle a large, monstrous corrupted Zeke.

Cole has to fight him, mostly avoiding attacks, trying not to cause harm and damage, now grapping with the horror that every other monster he's killed was distinctly a person - seeing Zeke infront of him looking similar, acting similar, but knowing who he is/was. Cole manages to restrain him, hauls him via a boat out into the swamp where Nix first showed him where Bertrand's blast went off, figures he'll be safe here if he just chains him to a tree while he figures out: what the hell is he gonna do about it.

Kuo calls and Cole brushes her off the first time (maybe right after or as he’s fighting Zeke) doesn't tell her what happened.

They meet up later and he does tell her. She doesn't respond well. She comes from the angle of “put him out of his misery” - make the hard, but right call. 

“I know this is a lot to ask of you, and we’ve already asked so much, but you need to be prepared to make the right call–”

“Why is it always up to me? I’m just some guy, I was nobody special!"

“Why does everything come down to me to make the tough decision? Why couldn't it’ve been someone else’s best friend? Someone else’s girlfriend? Someone else’s life?”

Cole spends a lot of time with Zeke, looking for a sign he's still in there. He plays his favourite song on an MP3 player wrapped in insulation tape.

“C’mon man, give me a sign, give me something I can work with here.”

“Just show me that you’re still in there. Please.”

Nix comes at it from the “you can keep him, like I did with my babies/pets” - he also flips out at this like “My best friend is not a fucking animal!” Kuo and Nix both have points, to be considered, he doesn't tell Kuo where he left Zeke cause he’s worried she’ll seek him out. This angers her. Nix figures it out, comes and checks in on how they're both doing. They have a heart to heart about things. Nix is more understanding, she knows what it feels to lose people close to you.

After a while of barely any progress, bouts of aggression, and growing concern, Cole starts to cave. He asks Nix again about how she bonded with the other swamp monsters.

"Show me."

[krystaldeath]

2024

Man. What to even say? 2024 put me through such a rollercoaster. I’ll try to just talk about the good things though!

I got into Cult of The Lamb around the end of January and the beginning of February and it has been fantastic. I did more art in a year than I have done in a while! And while there still wasn’t a lot I am happy about how I don’t feel quite as stunted in my art anymore.

In fact, I even WROTE more than I have done in years! Even uploaded two things to ao3! They’re both on the short side but I still feel so glad I got back to something I’ve literally told people I want to do for a living since I was in middle school lol (though the writing I did was for a fandom and not any of my original ideas lol. Maybe 2025 will have more of that)

I also started watching way more streams this year, mainly bamsara’s though I did watch other cotl fans make art and play games!

I joined three discord servers! Barely talk in two of them but I do still check out the going on’s and such. I feel like I’m in high school again with how much I’m checking discord lmao

Of course, I also want to take a little moment for at least one of the “bad” parts of the year, which was the passing of my cat, Maximillion (though we always just called him Max). This will get a bit heavy so I won’t blame anyone who skips it. I had already been having a pretty rough time before then, so me and my friends went on a beach trip to have a break. But near nighttime my mom texted me, letting me know he was doing bad. He had been for a couple days before, but early at the beach my friend’s mom told him that my mom told her he was getting better, so having her say otherwise only a few hours later really dampened the mood. I pushed it to the back of my mind as much as I could all the way home but once I was inside my mom was there, sitting on our lounge chair, with him laying on his side on the floor. The very next day, he was euthanized. I cried openly, not caring about how I hadn’t cried so much in front of my parents in years, I wasn’t going to hold back my pain of losing him. It’s still hard, 6 months later, when I have my little thoughts of “Oh Max must be around here somewhere” or “I better put this away so Max doesn’t get into it”. Even walking through my room’s doorway gets rough when I look down and see the claw marks he made on the frame to try and get me to come out and feed him (when he had already been fed an hour before lol). All these little things and more make me realize how a part of my life is just. Gone now. He was about 17. I grew up through most of my childhood and all of my teens with him. Taking care of him was part of my daily routine, which in turn kinda helped me take care of myself. The first few months were bad after he passed. I was sleeping in so much, I was barely eating. And I’m still trying to get out of that habit. He was a brother to me. And I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing him.

GODS. Sorry that got. Longer than I intended. Like I said, there were both good and bad things, it’s just hard to gloss over a beloved pet’s passing.

This year I also gained a lot of new mutuals. Like, a LOT. I also started getting more people on my notifs screen because they were actually liking and reblogging stuff from me! Lego Monkie Kid also brought more of that for me but not as much as Cotl did (though I was on Twitter more for my lmk era so maybe that’s why lol). I hope y’all will still enjoy what I make in the year to come!

Thank you, and here’s to a new year!