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call-me-little-sunshine84 · 2 years ago

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Saturdays (Jim Hopper x female reader ~ 18+)

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Jim "Chief" Hopper x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Summary: date night with Hopper turns hot fast

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f & m both receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: this was my first ever Hopper smut, not sure why I never posted it here

Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week. Saturdays are always date night with your one and only, Jim Hopper. No matter how crazy and chaotic the week has been, it gives you something to look forward to, just knowing you will be together. It usually just involves take-out and a movie at one of your houses, but as long as you’re with him it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. As you hurry to get ready, straightening the hem on your skirt and running your fingers through your hair, the doorbell rings. You take one last look in the mirror and open the door.

Your heart skips a beat just seeing the man on the other side. He’s dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt and couldn’t possibly look any sexier. He pulls you in for a hug and you inhale the scent of him. It’s something you just can’t explain, it’s just so uniquely Hopper, manly and intoxicating. “Hey darlin',” he says as he leans in to kiss you. “Mmmmmmm,” you reply, equally in response to his kiss and to the smell of the pizza wafting out of the box he’s holding. You make your way to the kitchen, grabbing plates and drinks. After finishing your food, you both move to the living room. “Horror movie tonight?” you ask. Any reason to snuggle into him was good enough for you. You start the movie and you both settle on the couch, his arm draped around you and your head on his chest.

About halfway through the movie you look up at him and immediately recognize the look in his eyes. You have seen it many times before from him and it never failed to turn your insides to liquid. Lust and desire clouded him, and you feel your body instinctively react, heat radiating through all your nerve endings. He leans down and kisses you, gently at first. You reach up and run your fingers through his hair. He responds eagerly and pushes you back against the couch. He pulls back and groans just looking at you. “Damn, how did I get so lucky?” he asks, making you blush. You don’t have particularly great self-esteem, but this man makes you feel like the only woman in the world.

He reaches out and starts unbuttoning your shirt. It slides off your shoulders, and he leans in and begins kissing a trail down your neck, goosebumps appearing on your skin from the feeling of his mustache tickling your body. He quickly and expertly removes your bra, tossing it on the floor. You lay against the couch as his mouth finds your breasts, alternating between licking and biting your nipples, walking that fine line between pleasure and pain. You moan loudly, feeling the wetness between your legs already. He moves his large hand up your leg, his fingertips blazing a trail of heat up your body, pushing your knees apart and groaning with surprise when he realizes you aren’t wearing any panties. “Hmmm, just for me baby?” he asks as he spreads you apart and he feels how slick with need you are. He pushes first one finger, then another inside you, knowing exactly how to move them against your walls to make you see stars.

There really was nothing else like being with this man. You can feel the pressure building inside you as his fingers continue their relentless stroking. You want to prolong the feeling as long as possible because you’re already on the edge. You think you might just implode when he abruptly removes his fingers and pushes you completely back on the couch and removes your skirt. He trails his tongue up the inside of your legs until his mouth reaches your aching center. He parts you and begins licking and sucking at your clit. You yell your appreciation, which elicits a growl from him in return. He keeps up his relentless pace and you can already feel the wave of pleasure building, about to crash. You don’t hold back as your orgasm overtakes you, leaving you shuddering and gasping. He looks up at you, face covered in your juices. You grab him and kiss him deeply, hungrily.

You want to return the favor, so you push him back against the couch and remove his jeans and shirt. You could see the bulge in his boxers already. You slowly pull them down, revealing his rock-hard dick. You lean down and lick the precum off his tip, then run your tongue down the length of him. He leans his head back as you take him completely in your mouth. You move up and down expertly, enjoying knowing you were the one making him feel so good. Before long he puts his hand on your shoulder and says, “if we don’t stop, I’m a goner,” so you back off, wiping the spit from the corner of your mouth.

You both stand up to make your way to the bedroom when he impulsively grabs you and spins you around, bending you over the back of the couch. You gasp in surprise but then he spreads your legs, and all coherent thoughts leave your mind. He enters you slowly, trying to ease into you. The familiar pressure of him inside you makes you dizzy with desire. He’s gentle at first, not wanting to hurt you with his size. Once he’s fully inside you say, “fuck me Jim, please,” and that’s all it takes. He pumps into you, hard and fast, reaching his hands up to grasp your breasts while he thrusts. You feel like every part of you is filled up by him, and it’s a delicious feeling you never want to lose. He is grunting and groaning from behind you, and you buck against his body, sweat dripping down his broad chest and onto your back. One hand moves from your breast down to circle your clit, and you feel a second wave coming over you already. He always knows just what to do to make your body scream in ecstasy. “Please don’t stop,” you cry, and your climax hits seconds before he reaches his own, spilling into you. “Damn,” is all he can manage as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him on you making you smile. Once you have both recovered, he stands up and you do also, slowly, making sure your legs still work. You make your way to the bathroom. Reaching the door, you turn to him and ask, “care to join me in the shower, sheriff?”. He smiles slyly, a gleam in his eyes. “Anytime, darlin.”

#jim hopper x fem!reader #jim hopper x you #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #david harbour #stranger things smut #jim hopper oneshot

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year ago

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Bestie.... If you're still in denial let me pop champagne for you 🍾🍾🍾🍾 YOU ARE NOW A SLIMY GREASY FIC WRITER BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH ONE OF USSSSSSS ONEEE OFFF USSSSSS

Fucking fuck fuck this was so beautiful I NEED YOU TO HURT ME MORE I NEED YOU TO MASSACRE ME AND GUT ME DO IT DO IT DOOO ITTT ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Can we as a society stop sensationalizing women's bodies? Also i love that word use thank you for reminding me it exists I'll use it forever now

With a frustrated sigh, he throws the phone onto his bed, resentment and heartbreak coursing through his veins. It was bad enough that he was jet-lagged. Reading this basically confirmed he wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight - or any night in the foreseeable future.

Naniwala ka naman bobo uto-uto 🙄🤚 (and you believed stupid pushover/gullible) stupid fucker

Too busy being pregnant 🥱🥱🙄💅

Throughout his whole life, Pedro never saw himself as a father, adamantly believing that he was content without fatherhood. That all changed when he fell in love with you.

Ndjdjdbdj did it really 😶😶😶😶😷😷😷🤣🤣🤣💀💀💀

“Thanks man. I’ll be fine. Please don’t harm any imaginary cats for my sake,” Pedro smiles. “I think maybe this will do me some good, you know? Closure and all that."

SCREAMMMINNNGG 💔💔💔💔 PEDRO REALLY SAID ALL CAT LIVES MATTER EVEN IMAGINARY ONESS

He mingles with fellow attendees, his smile masking the turmoil that churned within him. His gaze wandered for a bit, and there you were with a group of other guests, your laughter mingling with the tinkling of glasses.

THE TURMOILLLLL UGHHHHH THATS SO UGHHHHH SO BEAUTIFULLY PUT YUM ITS STARTING TO HURT METHINKS

Pedro's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched as you hold a champagne flute, your lips curving into a smile as you converse. The weight of the tabloid's claim hung over him like a storm cloud.

💀💀💀🤚 bro aint no way be so for real you actually believe that shit

You laugh with genuine amusement. "Really, Pedro? Since when do you read the tabloids?”

🙄🙄🙄 right. men 👎

He chuckles nervously, the tension between you momentarily eased. "I have a lot of free time these days.” (Lie) “I just happened to see it while scrolling around. (Another lie) “So you and Henry aren’t expecting–”

He whipped whipped

"I lied. I was looking for articles about you," Pedro finally admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

No fuckin shit Sherlock also

Your gaze was steady, eyes holding a mixture of understanding and slight amusement. "I know. And you believed them?"

IM FUCKIN SAYIN

Pedro shakes his head, his fingers toying with the edge of his glass. "No, not really. It's just.. I used to know everything about you and now the only way I get any news about you is from the fucking tabloids. I miss knowing what you’re up to. It’s just.. Old habits die hard I guess.” Pedro swirls his glass, the alcohol loosening his lips and easing the weight on his heart just a little.

MMMMMMM fuck

“No,” Pedro denies flatly. “No we couldn’t have because.. I’d have always wanted more.” Pedro knew that this was the God’s honest truth. As much as he loves you and wants you to be happy, he knew that having to watch your life from the sidelines as a friend would never be enough for him.

ITS THE SELF AWARENESS FOR ME ITS THE EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY YOUR HONOR I DONT KNOW WHY WE BROKE UP BUT I WANT HIM BACK

You reach out, placing your hand over his. "You deserve a relationship where neither of us has to fight each other for attention. You deserve more than 5 minute hello’s and goodbye’s in the dead of night.”

MMMM FUCK SHIT FUCK I LOVE IT HERE

You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the world around you fading into insignificance. The year apart seemed to dissolve as you shared a quiet moment, the barriers melting away.

THIISSSS IS WHHERE IT ACTUALLY STARTED TO HURT I FELT A TINGLE

"I've missed you," Pedro whispers, his voice barely audible. “I know I shouldn’t say this but I have. And the truth is, you’ve spoiled dating for me. I’d take that 5 minutes with you every day if it means I get that 5 minutes with you every day for the rest of my life.”

OOOOFFFF

Your gaze meets his, eyes glassing over. "I've missed you too. Of course I have. But we can’t do this to ourselves again. It was never about love or a lack of it, you know that. If we could’ve made it work, we would have. It’s just.. our life and our careers."

OK IMAGINE A BITING LIP EMOJI BUT THE EYES ARE KINDA TEARY

When the gala finally comes to an end, you and Pedro make your way outside, the cool night air washing over your skin. He takes a deep, audible inhale and turns to you, voice cracking with the weight of parting from you again. "You’re it for me, you know? If it’s not you, it’s not anyone else.”

YOUREE ITT FOR ME?

WHHEN HEEEE ANDD THEN HEEE I LOVEE IT WHEN HE UGHHHH

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He places a soft kiss on your cheek and turns to leave, his car and driver already waiting for him, leaving you with a face reddening from the alcohol and... something else.

Your honor i can balance work life and romance

Maybe Twice a Year / Pedro Pascal x Reader

A sequel to Just Once a Year

The soft glow of Pedro's phone illuminates the dimness of his bedroom. He viciously scrolls through the headlines, the words stabbing like daggers as he reads the tabloid's sensational claim: "Y/N L/N Pregnant with Rumored Boyfriend Henry's Baby!" With a frustrated sigh, he throws the phone onto his bed, resentment and heartbreak coursing through his veins. It was bad enough that he was jet-lagged. Reading this basically confirmed he wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight - or any night in the foreseeable future.

It had been months since your fateful reunion at the awards show and neither of you had spoken or run into each other since then. But that once a year promise of hope in Pedro’s heart was about to turn into two. The theatre company that you and Pedro were patrons of (along with a few other notable names in Hollywood) was launching a new program and you were both invited to the gala.

Pedro wasn’t sure if you’d turn up. To be honest, after reading the news, he didn’t know if he even wanted you to show. Knowing that you were pregnant with another man’s child cut deeper than he thought it would. Throughout his whole life, Pedro never saw himself as a father, adamantly believing that he was content without fatherhood. That all changed when he fell in love with you.

A week later, Pedro found himself getting ready for the gala. He was nervous, hands shaking as he fixed his tie. “You’re going to be fine. Just breathe and if you ever need an escape, call me and I’ll come rushing in saying your cat is having a medical emergency,” his assistant and close friend Andrew quips. Andrew knew everything about the two of you, and he was the first one Pedro confided in after that run-in at the awards show.

“Thanks man. I’ll be fine. Please don’t harm any imaginary cats for my sake,” Pedro smiles. “I think maybe this will do me some good, you know? Closure and all that."

Andrew claps a hand on his shoulder. “If you need anything, I’m one call away.”

He enters the venue where the gala is being held, and as always with these events, he felt worlds away from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. One of the things he missed about being with you was that you were the only person who made him feel like he had a place in all of this.

Summoning his courage, Pedro approaches you, a forced nonchalance in his tone. "Hey you. You supposed to be drinking that?" Damn. He forgot his hello’s and hi how are you’s.

"Huh?" your eyes flicker with confusion, brows knitting together.

Pedro's cheeks flush as he realizes his reference to the tabloids. "I mean, you know.. With the um..” He makes a vague gesture towards your stomach region.

You laugh with genuine amusement. "Really, Pedro? Since when do you read the tabloids?”

“Henry and I aren’t anything. Other than friends and co-workers.” You smile at his floundering.

“Oh. Sorry. I– yeah, the damn tabloids.” Pedro huffs at his foolishness, maintaining a facade of nonchalance on the outside. Internally, all his tension and anxiety from the last few days washed away and he finally felt himself breathe easily for the first time since reading the article.

As the night unfolds, you and Pedro eventually retreat to a quiet corner of the event, away from the prying eyes and the hum of conversations. The stars cast by the chandelier glitter above you, a mirror for the spark of emotions that still bubble within you both.

"I lied. I was looking for articles about you," Pedro finally admits, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

Your gaze was steady, eyes holding a mixture of understanding and slight amusement. "I know. And you believed them?"

You sigh softly, features softening. "Pedro, this past year has been hard on me too. We were best friends and I’m sorry for the way we ended things. We could’ve stayed friends. It wasn’t a messy break-up, right? We could’ve stayed in contact.”

You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the world around you fading into insignificance. The year apart seemed to dissolve as you shared a quiet moment, the barriers melting away.

As the night grew older, you remain in your secluded corner, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company in private for the first time in a year. Both of you silently fantasizing that this night would never end and that you’d be here in your little bubble forever.

“Pedro…”

I wasn't gonna do a sequel.. but my first ever fic (Just Once A Year) hitting 100 notes is something to celebrate so I hope you enjoy! Tagging @just-some-random-blogger because this is gonna surprise you and @cinnamon-todd because your comment was honestly the motivation for me to write a sequel!

#pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal x reader #Ughhhhhhhhh CINEMA #or LITERATURE UGHHH #MORE ANGST PLEASE #[clanking empty metal bowl]

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bishiglomper · 2 years ago

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OC TIEM!! (*≧▽≦)

She reminds me of my friend named Cassy, and honestly I think the name suits her, so,,, ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞ

Cassandra (Cassy) (Surname TBD...)

Early twenties though she never grew out of her teen emo-goth phase so she still dresses like a 15 year old. Short cropped, layered reddish-brown hair with frosted tips or died some vibrant color. Most likely pink. Almost always wearing eyeliner/shadow and lipstick but that’s about it. Likes dark nail polish. Has 3 piercings in her left ear, two on her right. A beauty mark under her right eye.

She’s somewhere between wanting to be girly and honestly not giving a shit.

Personality wise, she struggles with her mental health- Intrusive thoughts, self-esteem issues, social anxiety which is juxtaposed by the desire to be surrounded by people. She gets lonely easily and when she’s alone she tends to overthink.

She was a weird little girl. Spent her childhood running through the woods and creek in her backyard like a feral gremlin child, collecting anything interesting from cool rocks to small bones. She thought the woods were haunted but instead of deter her, it only made her more interested and thought up creepy stories to entertain herself.

Being the weird forest gremlin, she was ostracized by the other kids. Some would show interest but would often be deterred by declarations like “I’m a WENDIGO trapped in a girl’s body. I haven’t had a good spleen in a while.” and “Wanna see my fairy bone collection?” so she was known around the playground as the local cryptid. The moniker followed her through middle school and she began to roll with it. Words hurt though. She used it as both a weapon and shield, declaring her weirdness straight up to both keep people at arms length but retain some sense of pride over it. Normal people are boring, after all. She simmered down a lot, growing up fairly well adjusted other than the damage bullying had done. She’s at a healthy amount of weird now. Her mask is comprised of a heaping amount of snark and sass, as part of her coping strategy. Once you get close to her however, she’s a lot softer. She just wants someone to spend time with. Even though her time exploring the woods was the best thing about childhood, she often wished she had a friend to explore with. Hence her wild imagination and stories she made up.

Her strong imagination is both a strength and weakness. She’s intelligent and creative, but anxiety and depression will drag her down if she lets herself overthink too much.

She made it through high school, but had to drop out of college due to her mental health. She hopes to get back and finish after taking a gap year or so to find stabilization.

She had a few friendly acquaintances in school but no one she could get close to, so as far as her sexuality is concerned, there’s still some exploring to do. She suspects she may be ace or demisexual.

(Now the interesting part!) otherwise known as (why is she in a full leg cast? I’m getting to it. (｡ˇ艸ˇ)

The kiddo was WEIRD okay. She was fascinated with the things she found in the woods, and a lot of it was bones. She loved to pretend they were fae, attributing anything weird or out of place to the fae or ghosts in general. She would see things out the corner of her eyes, hear sounds or music she was unable to find the source of. It fueled her imagination rather than creep her out. The ironic part however is that she scares easily. Especially jump scares. They ALWAYS get her! Ugh, so frustrating. But like the masochist she is, she likes the fright. She’ll still punch you in the face if you launch an attack on her. She is definitely the type to throw hands, (Fight instead of Flight) and if she’s real tired of your shit.

At some point. She gets into an accident. Very nearly crushed and almost losing her leg. It was real touch and go for a few days but she persevered and eventually recovered to the point that she really only needed the leg cast. (which she’ll be stuck with for months and months and months) But anyway.

The near death experience was enough to pierce through the veil, granting her the ability to see ghosts and other supernatural creatures. Before, she was unusual enough to only just be aware of things. The strange sounds, things in her peripheral. Now she can hardly tell the difference between the living and dead. Unless something is truly out of place, she won’t realize anything’s wrong. But, as the weird one, it’s hardly noticed outside of her usual quirkiness.

It does worry her though, she’s internally terrified she may have schizophrenia or something.

General rule of thumb is to ignore anything she actually notices. She’ll stare as if trying to decide if something is really there or if she’s truly going crazy. There may be the rare interaction if she feels like someone(thing) needs help. She can’t stand anyone being helpless. (She is both “I must save/protect this person/thing” and “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps already, bitch.”)

#My OC #Cassy #Yes she's a Beetlejuice OC #DON'T JUDGE ME #( ｰ̀εｰ́ )#Whythefuck does she remind me of a manga character #mmmmmmm skip beat?#I don't know.#it's b o t h e r i n g me #all the chibi bits are from a comic I'm putting together. because I couldn't get a scene out of my head lol #also sorry if I'm being insensitive to people with schizophrenia i dont think youre crazy. i actually have a friend who hears voices #hes the best dude #8/10 would date again #( ᐛ )و

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fandom-strumpet · 4 years ago

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Game Night Confession Part 3

Summary: You and Kai are ready to take your relationship a step further. Turning over a new leaf comes with some consequences though and trouble strikes the town.

Word Count: 3,364 (Its a long one folks)

Warnings: Swearing, temporary character deaths, angst, basic TVD violence

You and Kai had been dating for a few months now and you were ready to ask him the question. You both were close enough now in your relationship anyway with the apartment so there were no more noise complaints from Elena or the Salvatores. Not that they had much room to judge. Kai was in the kitchen making breakfast and he greeted you over his shoulder when you made the floorboards creak in the hallway.

"Morning baby girl, I made breakfast. Figured I'd surprise you and let you sleep in."

"Awww thanks, it smells delicious," you gave him a hug from behind and snatched a piece of bacon off the plate. "Mmmm," you moaned, bacon was truly a gift from heaven.

Kai looked over at you and grinned, "I'm glad you like it."

Kai absolutely loved making you happy. Knowing this gave you confidence in asking him for things and having heavy conversations. You loved him more than anything and he, you.

"Kai?" he raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to continue your question.

"Will you turn me?"

"You know I already love turning you, but maybe not with pancakes on the stove," he winked playfully.

"That's not what I meant," you giggled and ran your hand up his arm onto his bare chest, "Will you turn me?"

Kai froze, the pancake sizzling after just being turned over.

"Pleeeeease," you stuck your lip out, batting your puppy eyes at him.

He stood for a moment, his lips pursed. "Yes."

"EEEEK!" You squealed.

"But-"

You stopped squealing, you knew there would be something he demanded in return and you were ready to give him whatever he wanted.

"I want to surprise you when I kill you. I'll give you my blood but I won't tell you when or where, it'll be fun. I promise it won't be anything too painful. It will be quick." You felt nervous for a second but pure euphoria overtook the feeling in a heartbeat as you realized just how close you were to spending eternity with the love of your life.

"So for almost 24 hours you're going to let me live with the anxiety and suspense of dying unexpectedly?"

"Yep," he tilted his head studying your reaction to his proposal.

"Alright." you stood on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Mmmmmmm" he hummed against your lips, breaking the kiss with a smile, "Is my baby ready for breakfast?"

You bit your lip trying to contain the joy screaming through your veins, "Yes! And thank you babe, for breakfast and for saying yes."

"Anything for my baby girl," he winked and set the plates of food down on the table. You blushed, hearing him call you baby girl always sent butterflies into your stomach. The nickname would never get old and you absolutely loved it. There was an excellent mood in the atmosphere as you both finished off breakfast. He cut his hand open and squeezed blood into a glass cup for you. The fluid looked so beautiful in the sunlight ad you grabbed the cup slowly, taking in what was about to happen. Raising the glass to your lips you squeezed your eyes shut, letting the iron flavored drink enter your body. Kai admired how fragile and beautiful you looked sitting there drinking his blood. It was weirdly attractive to see you like this. Standing up you head over to the bedroom doorway and look back with a devious smile.

"I'm going to shower, care to join?"

"Love to." Kai grinned back with lustful eyes.

--------Later at Lunch--------

"Y/N you can't be serious! This is not a life you want." Elena harshly whispered in the restaurant.

"I think it would be interesting to see you as a vampire," Damon said cooly but changed his tone and sat up when Elena shot him a glare, "Elena has a point though." He pulled her closer with his arm around her shoulder as a make-shift apology.

"Come on Damon, weren't you the least bit excited when Elena became a vampire so you could spend eternity together?" The couple looked at each other but remained silent.

"I think it's a good idea and I support you," Caroline stated. Elena's jaw dropped upon hearing Caroline of all people support you on this decision.

"Thank you Care! Thank you!" you leaned over and wrapped your arms around her in a hug. Caroline rested her chin on your head, "But Y/N?"

You looked up as she continued, "Just be careful okay?"

"I am, I know what I'm doing. Now all of you know not to be surprised if Kai kills me while I'm with you."

"Whatever." Elena mumbled and shook her head sliding out of the booth. Damon followed her lead but gave you a quick thumbs up and wink before disappearing. You were so excited, nobody could or should ever feel this way about being killed but to you it meant something different. Dear god, am I a psychopath for wanting this?

Stepping out of the grill, an arm wrapped around your throat and pulled you back. Instinct kicking in, your hands flew to grip the arm. You recognized the fabric and felt relief knowing what would soon be happening. Caroline looked on with a look of concern and possibly disgust on her face. With one swift movement his hand was on the side of your head and the world went black.

You woke up on the sofa in your apartment. Your head pounded, your lips felt cracked and your throat hurt like you hadn't drank anything in days.

"Good Morning sunshine," Kai grinned hopping off the barstool. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a couple blood bags. "Here, drink up. You need it."

You fumbled and opened the blood bag as swiftly as you could. You could feel the black veins on your face appear. Downing the first bag in a minute you ripped open the second one and wolfed it down as well. You gave a sigh of relief as the headache and pain faded away. You must have been out for a couple hours, based on the amount of sunlight making its way in. It was almost sunset.

"Better?"

"Much." You smiled, everything felt so much more heightened. Tears started to fall down your face, "Oh Kai..."

Kai's face scrunched up in concern, "What is it baby girl?"

"I love you so much," you sobbed.

Relief crossed his face as he understood what was happening. "Your emotions are heightened right now with the change but soon you'll have them under control."

You nodded and leaned forward to hug Kai's waist who was now standing over you. His arms wrapped around you and he rubbed your back which he knew always helped calm you down. His hand traveled to your chin to tilt it up so you were looking at him.

"Baby?" he wiped the last tear off your cheek/

"Yes?" you whimpered.

"How about we go out and celebrate tonight?" your brows furrowed at his proposal. Kai noticing your look continued, "I don't mean let's go and feed off people, I mean let's celebrate and go out to eat." He tilted his head waiting for your reaction.

You stood and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Yes! Yes I would love that!"

"Good," Kai smacked your butt, "Now go get ready princess."

Kai watched you skip off to the bedroom and smiled, his heart soaring at being able to spend forever with you.

-----------Later that Night-------------

You were so angry, you could hear the bartender's heart pounding and her blood, delicious blood coursing through her veins as she continued to beam at Kai. You glared and cleared your throat, catching the blonde's attention. Upon catching your look she huffed and turned away to check on another attractive brunet down the row. Kai turned and studied your face bemusedly.

"What?" you tried to shake off the look but it was too late.

"Are you- jealous?" he smirked.

"Ugh, I- I am not jealous. I just need some air."

Kai cocked an eyebrow, "O-kay."

Stepping into the alleyway you took a big swallow of the cool night air. It was only 8 but it already felt so late. You started to pace, taking your frustration out on the trash.

"I am not jealous, especially of some stupid blonde," you grunted and kicked a bottle hard sending it smashing against a brick wall. The back door of the bar opened and you jumped, expecting someone to come out yelling about the racket. Instead the blonde bartender stepped out a little too coolly, moving almost mechanically.

"What are you doing here?" you snapped.

"I don't know. This guy told me to come out here and for some reason I listened." She looked puzzled and your curiosity started to grow.

"Was it the guy I was with?"

"No. It was some other guy."

"What else did this guy say?" You inquired, allowing yourself to walk closer and closer to her.

"He told me not to scream." The girls voice trembled with this sentence.

Dear god. She had the most beautiful throat, you don't know how you missed it before. If only you could have a taste. No. You promised Caroline to be careful, you were a new vampire with limited restraint. You wanted to kill her. With every fiber of your being you wanted to drink her body dry. Almost as if she were reading your mind she tilted her head, moving her hair and exposing her neck more. Slowly she took a knife out of her apron and brought it to her throat.

"No! Don-"

But your plea was cut short when you saw the bright red liquid start to dribble down. You could feel your eyes change and teeth pop out. With a hiss you lunged toward her, sinking your fangs into her warm beating flesh. After drinking for so long, you entered an almost drunk like state. Stumbling back to your apartment, you manage to shower and clean yourself up, tossing the dirty clothes in the trash before finally passing out in bed.

Meanwhile back in the alleyway, Kai storms out looking for you.

"Y/N?" He stops walking when his shoes squelch. "Oh shit..." He looks down to see the dead blonde bartender from earlier, blood surrounding her neck which looked like it had been sloppily torn open. Black veins appear under his eyes and he looks up fast, taking a sharp breath in. After gaining control of himself, he covers his mouth and nose with his shirt diving in to clean up the mess you made.

"They're going to freak when they hear about this," he muttered, dragging the girl backwards down the alleyway.

You woke up with sunlight streaming onto your face making you groan and pull the sheets up.

"Good morning sleepy head." A husky voice drawled.

You froze, afraid to look at the guest in your home. "What are you doing here?" You asked, blanket muffling your question.

"Heard you had a wild one last night, just wanted to stop by and uhh ya know, check on my buddy."

Smiling painfully you pulled the blanket down to see Damon sitting on a chair across your room.

"I don't know what you mean."

Damon's fake smile disappeared and he frowned.

"Kai called last night after you 'stepped out for air' and he found a dead blonde in the alleyway."

You stifled a groan and he continued, "But that wasn't all, nooooo you had to go and continue the party of one around town."

"What?" Your nose wrinkled. You remembered drinking from the bartender and coming home, not going around town. "I did not do that Damon, you have to believe me."

"I don't." He snapped, "I believe your bloody clothes you half ass attempted to shove down the garbage disposal." He shook his head in disbelief.

You groaned and plopped your head back down onto the pillow.

"Alright, I drank blood from the blonde but I didn't hurt anyone else, I swear! I came right home and tried to clean up."

"You killed her, Y/N. There are three other dead people around town and you don't think that looks a little suspicious considering the circumstances?"

You paused, a look of grief sat on your face. The bedroom door opened and Stefan peered in, Kai leaning over his shoulder,

"Knock knock." Stefan called.

"Just go in Steven. Geez." Kai said exasperated, making you chuckle.

Damon's stern face cut your laugh short.

Stefan stepped in and turned to glare at Kai, "I don't know what Kai was thinking taking you out when you've just turned and still need to learn to control your bloodlust."

"I didn't kill all those people, you know." You cut in gravely.

Just then it dawned on you, the girl. You sat up quickly and grabbed your head in pain. It was like having a hangover with booze and blood. Ugh.

"Guys the bartender last night, she was acting weird."

"Yeah because death by vampire is a little weird." Damon rolled his eyes.

"No, I'm serious. The way she came out into the alleyway. Someone compelled her to come out, she said she wasn't allowed to scream and then she cut her own throat to get me to feed from her."

The Salvatore brothers stiffened and looked at each other.

"What? Do you two know something?" You looked between them frantically.

Stefan looked down and asked, "Did she say who compelled her?"

"Some guy in the bar but nothing else."

Damon ran his hand through his hair and blew out air, "I think we need to have a talk with someone."

Stefan nodded in agreement and in a flash, the Salvatore brothers had left your apartment. You looked pointedly at Kai who was now standing in the middle of your shared room. He shrugged his shoulder signaling to you that he had no idea what was going on. Huffing, you pushed yourself out of bed and walked past him to the kitchen. You needed a strong coffee for a day like this.

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"ENZO!" Damon bellowed,

Stefan followed Damon into the boarding house, ready to acknowledge the guest who had been staying with them recently.

"Hello there." Enzo stepped out from the kitchen wiping his bloody hands.

Stefan raised his eyebrows at the sight and Damon cleared his throat.

"Oh- sorry about the mess I was just prepping dinner." He smiled innocently.

"Cut the crap Enzo." Damon snapped, Enzo's smile remained plastered on unnaturally.

"What's the matter, Damon? You look like you've had a very busy night."

Stefan stepped forward, "Come on, we know what you did. Stop stalling."

Throwing the towel down the vampire sped over to Stefan, "You know what I did huh?" He sneered.

"You lot have known how I feel about Y/N. Since the beginning and I thought by now you would have gotten rid of the Parker bastard. So what did you do mate?" He spit out.

Damon put his hand between Enzo's and Stefan's chests to calm them down. Enzo had been Damon's friend long ago and he was still willing to stick up for Enzo and give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Okay, but why frame Y/N for this?" Damon shook his head in question.

"If I can't have her, then Parker shouldn't either. She'll leave him when she realizes he can't help her. I'll just keep going until she breaks."

"We can't let you do this," Stefan started to grab Enzo's shirt when Enzo vampire sped behind him and snapped his neck.

"Now what? Are you going to try and stop me too?"

Damon bit his lip and grimaced at his words. Enzo had been in love with Y/N's doppelganger long ago. This fact that she was a doppelganger was unknown to her and the Salvatores had hoped to keep it that way. But with Enzo's new fury and determination to have her, things could be taking a turn for the worst. Without another word, Enzo stormed out of the house leaving a dead Stefan and a conflicted Damon. A few hours later Stefan woke up to find Damon sitting by the fireplace in his chair drinking his favorite bourbon.

"Augh" Stefan groaned, "Did you stop him?"

Damon remained stoic for a minute before responding, "No. I froze. He used to be my only friend." He swirled his drink looking down into it for answers.

"I get that he used to be your friend, I do. But we can't let him do this to Kai and Y/N. It's not fair. So you need to help me and our friends come up with a plan to stop him."

Damon furrowed his eyebrows and looked up, "Okay."

--------------At your apartment-----------

Enzo had been watching your apartment for a while now. Waiting for the man he so despised to leave and give you two time alone. At long last, Kai stepped out into the crisp night and headed off into the darkness. Waiting until he was clear out of sight, Enzo stepped out of his car adjusting his shirt and pulling the lively bouquet of flowers out.

"Ding dong," Enzo called out, knocking on your front door.

You creaked the door open slightly to see who it was, the door chain stopping you from opening it much further.

"Who are you?" You raised your eyebrow. Kai had told you not to let anyone in while he was out getting more blood bags.

"My name is Lorenzo St. John but you can call me Enzo." He smiled.

"Okay Enzo...And what brings you to my apartment?"

"Well darling, I thought it was time we were properly introduced. Do you mind if I come in?"

"Okay..." you said hesitantly. You closed the door to slide the latch over and opening it slowly, allowed Enzo to stride in like a gentleman.

"I brought you flowers," he held them out for you to grab.

You smiled at him with a curious look in your eyes, "Thanks. I'll go put these in a vase."

He followed you to the kitchen, looking around and taking in all that was your apartment. Digging around under the sink you finally found the curvy glass vase that you always wanted to use. Your anxiety started to build. Why is Kai taking so long? He should be back by now. Something about Enzo seemed off to you and you prayed that Kai would be home soon to help you deal with the charming stranger. You were itching to reach for you phone on the side table but knew that if Enzo suspected something was up then he might do something rash. Turning to face him you crossed your arms to find him seated comfortably at your table. A little too comfortably.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Do you have any blood bags, love?"

"No, sorry." You smiled weakly, "My boyfriend went out to get some more."

Enzo raised his eyebrows begrudgingly, of course you would mention your boyfriend. "I'll take a beer then."

"Sure thing." He rolled his eye as you turned to the fridge.

Speeding up behind you, he grabbed you around the throat and whispered, "Sorry about this, love." All went black.

When Kai arrived home he found the front door open. Panic rose in his chest as he yelled out for you.

"Y/N! Y/N?! Princess this isn't funny, where are you?"

Walking into the kitchen he found the fridge door wide open. He shoved the grocery bag full of blood bags in a shut it quickly. Speeding around, he checked the entire house but you were no where to be found. He ran his hands through his hair and that's when the vase caught his eye. A vase full of fresh flowers and a note attached.

For the most beautiful of all flowers and with much adoration,

Love, Enzo

Growling, Kai crumpled the note in his hand. He was going to rip this man to shreds when he found him. No one gets to take you from him. You were his and his alone.

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@ellaoleck @rome5683 @sxturn-stars @1-800-khaleesii @imagine-that @genevivetaylor

#kai parker fanfiction #kai parker imagine #kai parker #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #enzo st. john

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teatimecrumpetsandsugar · 4 years ago

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Hey! :D So, just saw that your requests are open, so I thought I could tell you this very cheesy idea of mine for a Lance x Reader fanfiction (either female or gender neutral pronounces are fine; it's all supposed to play in a modern setting, by the way): So, the reader and Lance are going to the same college, and are sharing a flat. Evertyhing is cool, until Lance realizes that he had developed some geniune feelings for the reader, and screams to Hunk about. After talking for a little while, he comes up with these big romantic plans in order to confess his feelings as cheesy and sweet as possible. However, not everything that you plan will also work out that way. So, instead of being able to confess his feelings in the way he wants to, he instead accidentally confesses his love on a lazy Sunday while they are playing video games. But guess what? The reader doesn't mind one bit because they've been in love with this boy as long as they can remember? Thanks for hopefully taking my requests and have a nice day. :3 (That got longer than I thought it would lmao)

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCCHHHH MMMMMMM IMPROMPTU CONFESSIONS MAKE ME SOSSOSOSOSOOSOS HAPPY OFC OFC

Okok before I get too carried awayyy, I just wanna say that I really, really love this request and all the genuine fuzzies that come with it uGh it's so sweet!

As always, if I don't touch upon the prompt correctly or you're dissatisfied, I'd be more than happy to rewrite it! :) Take care, and I hope you enjoy!

Also also, I decided to give the reader she/they pronouns to satisfy both pronoun requests! I hope that's okay! :D

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Typically, on a Saturday morning, Hunk would be up sometime after 11 AM, drinking hot chocolate with the little marshmallows and eating pancakes covered in syrup- sweet things to encourage a sweet day, he'd once told someone happily. Typically, he wouldn't be up before then, and he wouldn't be trying to talk down Lance during that time.

Unfortunately, this is not a typical Saturday morning.

"I'm really, really into her, Hunk! It's not fair that she gets to walk around, being all cute and fun and awesome and I have to be stuck here, pining hopelessly and breaking the one universal rule for having a roommate! There has to be some kind of law against being that cute somewhere!"

Hunk drags a hand down his face, sighing wearily, “Then just talk to her. I still fail to see why you had to call me at 7 AM on a Saturday for this,” He pauses, eyes narrowing skeptically, “Why are you even up at 7 AM on a Saturday?”

“Hunk, I don’t want to mess this up. I think I might actually be... into her.”

There’s a heavy pause as Hunk stares at the phone in disbelief, “Actually into her? Like- Like ‘if she rejected you, you’d cry’ into her?”

Lance lets out a small sad noise at the thought, “Like ‘if they rejected me, I’d lay down on the floor right there and never get up’ into them. I think I might be in love with her, and I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk leans back in surprise, lips parting with uncertainty, “In love?” His tone is laced with trepidation, “That’s... a big word. And a big bundle of feelings I don’t think I can help you unpack this early on my day off.”

Lance lets out an exaggerated whine, “I know! I just- I wanted to-” He pauses, searching for the words, “This is gonna sound really, really, pathetically lame-”

“-Lance, you know I literally couldn’t judge you if I tried-”

“-I wanted to plan out a confession.”

Hunk opens his mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. He genuinely has no words- it’s terrifying to think about Lance being this committed to anything, really.

He tries again, opening and closing his mouth in an attempt to find the words, “That’s... I... Wow,” He laughs a little, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the counter, “You’re really serious?”

Lance exhales softly, “I’ve never been this serious about anything in my life.”

Hunk sighs, running his fingers through his hair, “Okay, but just know; if I help you with this, you’re not allowed- literally not allowed- to break her heart within a week.”

Lance scoffs indignantly, “How little do you think of me?”

Hunk raises an eyebrow, fully aware that Lance can’t see him, letting the silence answer for him.

“Fine, fine- I suppose you’re not completely wrong in saying that. Still stings, though.”

/ / \ \

“I’m actually going to slaughter you, Lance! You’re so bad at this, what the heck?” You toss your head back as he dies in the game, cackling in delight, “Come on- that was so easy!”

Lance’s fingers fumble idly with the controls, a non-committal response falling from his lips. He can’t take his eyes off of you, off the way your eyes crinkle at the corners and the way your hair falls into your face. Your slow smile, the way it pulled up languidly the closer you got to winning; the curve of your back as you lean back against the couch.

At the lack of protest from your roommate, you turn and meets his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes. Your smile slowly falls, gaze completely transfixed on his own as your lips part slightly, drawing his eyes down to them.

He says your name, softly, heart stuttering in his chest at the sudden realization that he really wants to kiss you right now.

“Yeah, Lance?” You reply quietly, slowly drifting closer, “What is it?”

He exhales shortly, chest aching with the fear of rejection, and a flush starts to creep up his throat. He splutters out an attempt at speaking, and you laugh, throwing your head back again and brightening the air in the room in one fell swoop.

For a second, he laments the loss of the moment, but your head comes back down as quick as it went up, face suddenly even closer than it was before as you ask the very question that had been on his mind, “Can I kiss you, Lance?”

He hesitates a moment, remembering the plan he had, but then he looks at the bright smile on your face and realizes there probably won’t ever be a better moment to kiss you for the first time, “Yes.”

You surge forward, pressing a hand to the back of his neck and drawing him into a sweet, innocent kiss. His heart soars, mind racing and drawing to a complete halt all at once as he parts his lips against yours, hands cupping your face reverently.

You taste of what butterflies sound like, lips sweet and slightly chapped against his own, and he can’t quite breathe right, drowning in you yet utterly unwilling to come up for air. You laugh lightly against his lips, causing his own bright laughter to bubble up from his chest- soon, you’re both just a silly mess of laughter, foreheads leaning together gently.

“This was... not according to plan.” You make a soft noise of confusion, and his heart skips a beat at the realization that he just ratted himself out.

He tries to take it back, blushing profusely as he stumbles over his words, but you only laugh, a mischievous smile curling at your lips, “What plan, Lance?”

He purses his lips, hesitating for a moment, before leaning in to kiss you again. ”Imagine a picnic in the park,” he murmurs against your lips, eyelashes fluttering gently against his cheekbones, “With homemade red velvet cupcakes and hot chocolate thermoses.”

You let your eyes fall shut, imagining the scene he’s painting with his words.

“We go to the playground at sunset, and I push you on the swing so you can touch the last rays of the sun as it falls,” He takes a soft, unsteady breath, and you fall further into the daydream with him, fingers curling around his wrists as he strokes his thumbs across your cheekbones, “At dusk, we start watching the stars, waiting for them to make themselves seen. Then, in the dead of night, when the stars are at their brightest...”

Lance’s voice trails off and your eyes blink open slowly, breaking the trance languidly, “What, Lance?”

He exhales softly, “I finally tell you that I’m in love with you.”

You watch as he holds his breath, heart racing in your chest when his words settle over your mind like a fog, “You’re in love with me,” You repeat softly, and he nods gently.

“You drive me crazy.” You laugh softly, tilting your head up and brushing the tip of your nose against his, “I drive you crazy? I’ve been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember, McClain.”

His eyes snap open in surprise, a delighted hoot parting ways from his lips, “You are? You’re in love with me? You love me? You love-”

He lets out a wet laugh, tears burning his waterline, and you laugh back, “Aw, you crybaby! I do- I love you-”

He kisses you again, cutting you off- he kisses you again and again and again, repeating over and over again that he loves you until you can’t breathe.

#vld #vld lance #voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron lance #voltron lance x reader #reader insert #reader #second person narration #writers on tumblr #requested

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defibrillation-and-lactation · 4 years ago

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Time Off for Maria

TRIGGER WARNING: medical/resus related content below

The day was Friday. It was a long day for Maria. She worked from 6:00 in the morning until 5:00 in the evening. She was just about ready to explode. She was about to leave her office at work until her boss interrupted her. He told her that due to the global pandemic going on and government orders issued, her hours will be shortened and her pay would be cut. Becoming even more furious, she left the building stomping the ground. Her teal eyes now burned with a red, fiery rage. She drove back home to go eat and masturbate the pain away.

Maria arrived at her house an hour later than usual because of a massive traffic jam on the freeway. When she opened the door to her house and stepped inside, she let out a sigh of relief. She was ready to blow off some steam.

Maria entered her house and left her suitcase, purse, and keys by the door. She nuked some leftover soup she made the day before and watched some YouTube videos. After an hour, she was still stressed out by her job. She went into her bedroom to relieve some tension.

Maria was not normal in her ways of sexual stimulation. She was single and had nobody to help her relieve stress. Her fetishes were quite strange and bizarre compared to most people. She has some very risky and medical kinks. She was into lactation and defibrillation. Everyday she stimulated her breasts and induced lactation herself. She used electric breast pumps to get the breast milk flowing. She went through the necessary training and requirements and bought a defibrillator that used paddles. She also had an EKG to monitor herself.

Maria walked into her bedroom and turned on the lights. She put her wallet away and charged her phone. She closed all the blinds in her room and started undressing. She untied her shoes, threw them aside and took her socks off. Her feet were sweaty and exhausted. She unbuttoned her white shirt top-to-bottom one-by-one. She then took off her undershirt, revealing a red bra with roses where the teats of her bosoms were. She unbuckled her belt and started shimmying down her black dress pants, revealing a round, plump ass. She had red hot panties on, hugging her curves. She threw her clothes into the laundry basket, leaving her only with crimson underwear on. She was ready to get it on.

She unhooked the bra, letting it slip and fall to the floor. Underneath the bra, were M cup breasts, filled to capacity with milk. There were several big, long veins visible on them. Her areolas were three and a half inches in diameter. Her exposed nipples hardened from the cool air. They were nice and succulent, waiting to feed someone. Maria hopped on her bed and flicked on the lamp on her left. Her heart was pounding from excitement.

She massaged her breasts gently, rubbing and stroking them softly. She felt the milk rushing to her teats. She grabbed both udders with her fingers around her areolas and squeezed them. Breast milk secreted from different spots of her areolae. She squeezed herself for a few minutes, making her tits shoot bigger and bigger jets of milk. She kept on milking herself until her entire torso was wet with her milk. Now it was time for her favorite kink: Electrostimulation.

Maria looked at the dresser to her right. On top was a heart monitor, a defibrillator, and a few bottles of conductive gel. She grabbed two bottles of the gel and with one in each hand, she squirted some gel on her tits. She rubbed the gel all around her chest, covering it all with a layer of gel. She put 3 ECG leads on her chest and flicked on the switches to the machines. In a few seconds, she heard her heart on the monitor. Her heart skipped a beat and she saw it on the screen. She was getting excited. Her heart was now beating steadily around 120 beats per minute.

She set the amount of energy on the defibrillator to 10 joules. She grabbed the paddles with one hand and put gel on them with the other. She rubbed the paddles together in a circular motion, then placed them carefully on the outer sides of her boobs. She shivered slightly. The cool gel combined with the cold, metal paddles gave her goosebumps. Her nipples became erect. She charged the paddles up and rested her thumbs on the red buttons.

”Clear.” She whispered to herself.

*BUBOOMP*

Her breasts jiggled slightly. Maria had a big grin on her face. She wants more. MUCH more. The fun had only just begun.

Maria turned up the machine up to 100 joules. She charged the paddles again and placed them on top of her boobs.

”Clear.”

*BUBOOMP*

”mmmph” She softly moaned.

Her back arched up a couple inches and dropped back down. Her heart rate was now around 140-150 beats per minute. A few drops of milk slowly oozed out of her nipples.

”Another one. Clear.”

*BUBOOMP*

”umhhh” She quietly groaned.

She was getting more excited each shock. She was loving every bit of it.

”I need more!”

Maria spread some more gel on the paddles. She turned up the juice and charged the defibrillator to 200 joules. She firmly places the paddles under her boobs.

”Clear.”

*BUBOOMP*

”ohhh” She moaned out loud.

Her torso raised upwards a few inches, slamming back down on her soft bed. Little squirts of milk shot from her breasts. Her plump body bounced around with electricity. She got a little disoriented. She heard a couple of alarms going off around her. She looked at her heart monitor and it did not look good for her.

”Shit! Arrythmia.” she said, in a troubled voice.

”Charging...

...Clear!” She shouted.

*BUBOOMP*

”Ack!”

“Dammit, still irregular.” She sighed out. She cranked the dial on the defibrillator to 300 joules. She charged up the paddles, making a distinct whine while the energy built up. She smacked them against her chest, hoping for the best.

”Clear!”

*BUBOOOMP*

”Ughhhhh!” She groaned. Her body vigorously shook. Her head was spinning. She started hyperventilating. The electricity pained her struggling heart.

After that shock, the alarms suddenly stopped. She looked to the monitor on her right.

”YES!!! A normal rhythm!” She happily said. Her heart was beating quickly around 190 beats per minute. She was back at normal sinus rhythm.

“I just want one more zap to the tits and that’s it!” Maria said, making a bold, risky decision.

Maria took slathered her chest and the paddles in gel. She rubbed them together as some of the gel dripped down on her stomach. She cranked up the energy level to 360 joules. She was tempting fate at this point.

”Charging...”

She charges them up, the machine whines loudly as it readies up to zap her boobies. She then slams them directly onto her titties. The cold paddles touch her big, juicy nipples, giving her chills. Her heart was pounding with fear, but also arousal. She moved her thumbs on top of the red buttons on the paddles, they were shaking with anxiousness.

”c-C-CLEAR!!!!!!!”

*BUBOOOMP*

”ughAAAAAAAughhhhh...

...mmmmmmm”

Her whole body arched upwards, shaking violently. Her massive mammaries bounced intensely from the shock pumped directly into her nipples. She fell back on her bed hard. Her thicc ass rippled like the waves of the sea. Her breasts jiggled like delicious, sweet pudding. Maria was gasping and breathing heavily after such a huge amount of electricity struck her in the chest. It was one of the most intense orgasms she has ever had in her life

There was lots of milk trickling down her torso from her udders. She lifted the paddles off of her breasts. They were soaked in her milk. Even after she took the paddles off of her boobs, her tits were still squirting out breast milk. Several geysers shot out large streams of milk several feet in the air. There was a shower of milk raining down on her.

She glanced at her heart monitor. Her heart seemed to be beating over 200 beats per minute at a normal, steady rhythm. She ripped the ECG leads off her chest and wiped the paddles clean. She lazily put the paddles and gel away on her dresser. She laid down on her back and fell asleep almost immediately. Her stress had been relieved. She was successfully sexually satisfied.

#defib #defibrillator #defibrillation #fiction #medical #resus #resuscitation

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nyjinxliterotica · 5 years ago

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House Humping

I need a new house and I’m going Spring house hunting with you, my real estate agent, who I’ve never met in person, but just texting you back and forth has piqued my interest as well as my body temperature.

We meet at the entrance of a totally new housing development here on Long Island. The complex is fully complete with gym, sauna, pool and beachfront where the new owners can enjoy their own private beach. Since each house is built identical, you plan on showing me the sample house that was made for new prospects. I’m actually your first customer. The development is brand new and totally empty.

You get out of your car and rush over to open my car door. Such a gentleman, I think. “Nice to finally meet you in person,” I say. “Same here,” you respond, giving me a killer smile along with it that makes my heart skip a beat. You’re checking me out and like what I’m wearing. A deep purple, short mini dress with an open back and low-cut front and thong high heeled sandals. My hair is up in a loose upstyle.

You walk me over to the first house and have no hesitation putting your hand at the small of my back to guide me up the walkway. My skin already tingling. You show me around the kitchen and living room. And already, I love the place. You see me smile. I drop my bag over on the entrance table. I walk over to the beautiful Tuscany decorated kitchen with dark wood cabinets and I hop up onto the granite countertop. The counter feels cool on my hot, ass cheeks, and I’m really feeling it because I’m wearing thong panties. “Ooh this granite is gorgeous and feels awesome,” I say as a rub my hands atop of it and open my legs a little. You move in closer to me and say, “I hope the counter is not too cold for you.” And I can’t deal with this chit chat any longer – I pull you in between my legs and lift my head to your ear and whisper, “I think you can warm my ass up real good.” My tongue comes out and licks around your ear and nibbles on your ear lobe, while my hot breath warms it. Your hands are already on my knees and start sliding up my smooth naked thighs, making their way higher. My mouth is on yours kissing you hard and our tongues moving all about.

I’m unbuttoning your shirt, and my hands are feeling your chest as I take your shirt off. I suck at your nipples and move my hands down towards your pants. Unbuttoning then unzipping, my hand finds your hard cock and immediately grabs on as your pants now drop to the floor. Your hands are on my ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling me closer to your cock, which is hard and pushing against your boxer briefs. Your hands move up and pull off my dress over my head, revealing my generous beautifully shaped breasts and my thongs. And my hair comes down and loose over my tits. Your lips immediately latch on my right nipple and suck hard.

My hand is working your cock, precum already beginning to drip from the opening. You pull me off the counter and push me down in front of you. I get on my knees and start licking the sweet drips from your silky tip. I take your tightly hanging balls into my cool, soft hand and lick the shaft and then the head of your cock before taking it into my mouth.

I suck on you slowly and you feel every swirl and flick of my talented tongue. My pussy getting real wet inside and I swear I can feel it dripping out on the newly tiled floor. I’m pumping your cock with my little hand and my mouth is suckling your sacs. I take you back into my warm mouth and swallow you to the back of my throat, my tongue underneath massaging you in deeper and lick your aching cock some more. You feel an orgasm begin to come over you, but I feel you throb too, so I stop.

"You taste really good so far, but I don’t want you to cum just yet,” I say. I get up and walk over to the table where my bag is. I’m still wearing my thong undies and thong sandals. I go into my bag and pull out a little box. In the box is a rubber ring with two little prongs on the side. You hear a humming. I walk over to you and my hand cups over your still very solid cock, and you feel the ring go on and it’s vibrating. I push it on to the bottom of your shaft, where the vibration is against your balls. It’s tingling and the movement feels so good on the top of your balls.

I hop up on the counter again and spread my legs. “Now fuck me,” I demanded, looking into those beautiful blue eyes. Your hands go around my waist and down to my ass pulling me to the edge of the counter. I wrap my legs around you and you ram your cock inside me. My body greedily taking in every inch of you. I’m so wet that my juices are seeping out the sides of your dick inside my canal. The cock ring is vibrating between us and with every thrust inside me, I feel the vibration teasing my clit.

I move my legs up and in front of you so my feet are up by your shoulders. Wow, she’s flexible, you think. And you continue to pump into me. The cock ring is causing such a sensation on my clit that I’m cumming hard. You feel me pulse inside and you push in so far and hold it there a while to enjoy the throbbing inside. MMMMMMMMM. At my command, you do that again and hold my ass in your hands, my legs up with your cock in me, deep. You feel the building up in your cock and it’s going to explode inside me. “No, no, no,” I say. “I want you to cum all over my tits.” You thrust into me and then it’s time and you pull your swollen dick out, lay me on the counter and burst your cum all over my two silky mounds. Some cum squirts so far it’s on my chin and lips and my tongue starts lapping up what it could reach. Mmmmmmm, you taste delicious. With my body draped on the counter and my legs spread apart with your face in between, you slide your tongue between my swollen pink lips. You taste my sweetness as your tongue delves deeper into my pussy. I’m moaning quietly as you lick and suck on my lips, and I get louder when you get to my swelling clit. I reach down and spread my pussy open for you, giving you better access to my clit. You sucked harder on my little nub and I pull your head into me with my other hand as I start to climax again. My back is arched up off the counter as I cum and moan. Sweet juices freely flow from inside my hot pussy, coating your nose and face. You lick up as much as you could before coming up for air.

With my dripping, still pulsing, pussy I get up off the counter. “Show me more,” I say playfully. “Gladly,” you respond. You take off the cock ring and throw it in the sink.

Both of us naked, me still very wet and you getting hard all over again, we walk through the kitchen and down the hall to the master bedroom. It’s massive and it has a huge bathroom with a kidney-shaped Jacuzzi tub. I walk over and turn on the water, filling the tub. You walk over to me from behind and grab my tits, and since you’re 6’ 2” and I’m 5’ 4”, your cock is pressed to the small of my back where I feel its hardness. Your hands slide down my tummy and your fingers slide into the split of my smooth, pink pussy. As you begin to finger fuck me with one hand and your other is caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples, my hands reach behind you and spreading your ass cheeks, move my fingers towards your ass crack. Your cock is fully hard once again and ready for some action. We both step into the pool size tub, still somewhat connected and the water is hot and steamy. You scoop up some of the creamy cum that’s wetting my pussy and slather it on your cock. “I know what you want,” I say. I get on my knees and bend over the tub edge, my ass smooth and waiting for your pussy juiced cock. “Not yet,” you whisper. You get me good and ready, so you spit on my asshole and ease your thumb into my tight sphincter. I let out a loud gasp as u eased your thumb in all the way to the second knuckle. "Oh yessss!" I hissed, and u wiggled it inside me. Opening my hole for something much bigger to come. You bend down and lick at my ass for a few seconds before easing your engorged, purple head of your hard cock into my ass hole. You move in farther and father and continue the momentum. One hand is pulling at my hair, and the other slaps my ass hard. I yelp and you rub the red welt you make from spanking me. My hole feels so hot and tight around your dick, it's great and you keep pumping me harder. I’m moaning louder, almost crying in delight. You know I need something to suck, so you bring your thumb to my mouth. As you pump my ass, your balls are slapping against my pussy and I’m feeling them tap my lips and it’s making me surge for yet another orgasm. You’re ready to cum again as well. You grab the liquid soap on the bath shelf next to us and pour it over my ass, so it seeps in my split and over your cock in my hole.

You're fucking me harder now as it’s real slimy with the soap. As it hits the water bubbles start forming all around us and in the air, you start to feel an upwelling inside. You’re thrusting harder and I’m groaning out your name, “OMG!!!” --- as you cum all over my back and ass.

I collapse and turn to sit in the tub. After you’ve released you join next to me and kiss me on my neck, then, nibble my ear. You’re spent and can’t imagine this day getting any better. You ask, “What’s your bid on the condo, then?”

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my-creative-hell · 5 years ago

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Blood (Teen vampire au)

Grave messes with the small thing in her hand, repairing it as the cafeteria around them buzzes with life, other students eating and talking with one another as she and Rose sit side by side. Hannah and the others had taken to leaving them alone at lunch to be with each other, though Grave didn’t understand why, not really thinking about it, despite her and Rose being an item. Rose sits beside Grave quietly, half paying attention to what Grave was doing with her new found toy, and half attempting to eat the food she had brought with her to school, though it appeared to be a losing battle as Grave gets some small cuts on her hands from messing with her device, not noticing as she instead focuses on Rose.

“You okay?” Grave asks, her voice calm, though a small amount of concern rises inside her at Rose’s tired appearance as she sits next to her, skin slightly paler than normal.

“Yeah, I’m just a little tired is all.” Rose reassures her, a gentle smile on her face as she looks at Grave for a moment before refocusing on her food.

“Oh… you’re gonna go to sleep once we get home. I’ll do your homework for you so you don’t gotta worry about it!” Grave proposes her idea, smiling happily.

“What would I do without you?” Rose laughs quietly as she picks at her food, smiling warmly at Grave, who shrugs.

“Who knows? Sleep for a thousand years maybe.” Grave jokes, making Rose giggle happily as she stops her attempts to eat her food.

“Maybe, rather not find out.” Rose smiles warmly as she looks at Grave, focusing on her instead of the room around her, and the mostly untouched food below her.

“That’s cheesy… I love it.” Grave sighs happily as she returns to fiddling with her device.

“I would hope so.” Rose pushes her good away from her slightly, giving up on her attempt to eat, watching Grave instead.

“You can have some of my food if you’d like. I got it from the place next door so it’s not shitty.” Grave doesn’t take her eyes off of what she is doing as she offers her food to Rose, knowing it would taste better than whatever had been served that day from the cafeteria.

“Nah, not in the mood to eat really.” Rose is calm and unphased as she answers, smiling softly as she leans her head against her hand.

“That’s okay!” Grave covers over her slight bit of worry as she finishes fixing her current project. “The hell am I gonna fix now…” She mutters, Rose snorting lightly beside her.

“Well, my headphones got broken in my English class if you want something to do.” Rose offers, smiling. “They got thrown across the classroom.” She explains as she looks at Grave.

“Give me, please!” Grave bounces out of excitement and happiness, making Rose laugh as she leans down, pulling her bag onto the table.

“Here they are…” She brings out some mangled headphones, which look severely damaged as she hands them to Grave.

“Who threw them?” Grave questions in a soft voice as she takes the headphones off of Rose, immediately beginning to repair them.

“Mmmmmmm some girl called Lola. Don’t really know why…” Rose shrugs as she explains, not seeming bothered by the situation, though Grave groans, annoyed by the name.

“Fucking L o l a. She’s the hall bitch. I punched her in the nose once… felt a little bad about it because she was only getting in my face and telling… but she’s still a dick.” Grave explains, Rose giving off her own groan as she thinks about it.

“Oh… that makes sense then. Isn’t she like super religious or something?” Rose questions as she watches Grave fix her headphones.

“Yeah. And she’s so racist that even racist people hate her.” Grave laughs as she works.

“Hmm, so she hates us in several ways.” Rose elaborates, laughing quietly. “How fun.” She lets her sarcasm leak into her words as she rolls her eyes in slight annoyance.

“She’s like Kaitlyn Bennet but more of an asshole.” Grave finishes the headphones quickly, holding them out to Rose. “Here you go!” Rose smiles happily as she takes the headphones back.

“Thank you!” She leans forward, pressing a soft kiss onto Grave as she places the headphones back into her bag.

“You’re welcome!” Grave blushes slightly from the kiss as she giggles, Rose grinning as she blushes slightly herself.

“Whats your next class?” Rose changes the subject as she closes her bag again, smiling at Grave happily.

“Meth.” Grave smiles at her dumb joke as Rose laughs, trying not to be too loud as she’s caught off guard.

“Okay, okay sure. But seriously!” Rose smiles as she presses the subject, resisting the urge to laugh more.

“Math bois! Number bitches!” Grave wiggles as she tells Rose, who nods in response, thinking for a moment.

“Sounds good for you. I think I got… physical education… great.” Rose feigns enthusiasm, a fake smile on her face.

“Y a y, body learning and a whole lotta s w e a t!” Grave’s voice drips in sarcasm, making Rose snort.

“Mmmm just love getting sweaty and gross!” Rose struggles not to laugh as she imitates Grave’s sarcasm.

“Its my favourite activity! So elegant with wonderful fragrances!” Grave laughs at her own words, Rose giggling as she hides her face in her hands.

“Ugh its so gross!” She speaks between her giggles as she thinks about it, grimacing behind her hands.

“I know, right?” Grave agrees as the bell sounds out. “Well shit, gotta blast!” Grave exclaims, making Rose giggle again as she stands up.

“I’ll see you after class!” She smiles, blowing Grave a kiss as she begins to walk away to her class.

Grave blushes lightly as she waves at Rose, getting up from the table and walking to her next class.

As she walks into her class, she can see Mr. Haan sitting at her teacher’s desk, waiting for the class to begin, clearly subbing for this lesson. Grave frowns slightly as she heads to her desk in the back of the class.

As the bell goes again, Haan begins the class normally, doing role call and writing information on the board for the students to copy down.

Grave focuses on her own work, feeling slightly worse due to the fact that Haan was teaching the class, much more comfortable with her normal teacher. But Haan ignores Grave for the most part, focusing on the rest of the class as he teaches, allowing her to do her own work at the back of the room in silence.

Grave finishes her work speedily, used to this class. She spaces out as she waits for the class to end, not wanting to be present as Haan continues to teach. He doesn’t prod her as she would expect, despite Grave clearly not doing any more work as she crawls inside her mind, instead leaving her to her own devices as he educates the rest of the class.

Grave wiggles as the end of class draws near, her mind switching to think of Rose for the remainder of the lesson before the bell goes off, Haan sitting back down at the teachers desk as he allows the class to leave.

Graves leaves the class, her mind still spaced out as she grabs her bag and walks out, thinking about Rose as she heads to her final lesson, science. As she walks into the classroom, she can see that some other students are already sitting down in the class, the table where Rose and her sit currently empty, Rose absent from the room.

Grave sits at their desk, putting her head down to rest it on the table as she quietly wiggles, waiting for the class to start. Soon enough the teacher walks in, beginning the lesson, Rose not showing as it starts. Lola comes in twenty minutes into the lesson, apologising and taking her seat silently, though she isn’t followed by anyone, not even Rose. Confusion and concern rush through Grave at Rose’s absence from the class, looking at Lola as she sits.

“Oh dear…” Grave whispers quietly as she looks at her, the class continuing without Rose, her never showing up. Grave looks around the class, catching Hannah’s eyes, who also looks slightly worried, noticing Rose’s unusual absence, eyeing up Lola as class continues.

Grave feels more concerned as the lesson progresses, nervousness flooding into her as she sneakily checks her phone, hoping Rose had text her about skipping the class. But there are no messages on her phone, and no sign of Rose showing up to the class.

Grave waits until the teacher isn’t looking at her before clipping through the floor without being noticed by anyone except Hannah. She messes around, landing in the hallway without being seen. The end of class draws near as Grave walks in the hallway, no signs of Rose to be seen as she looks.

Grave runs to the bathrooms in case Rose was hiding inside one of them, her concern only growing worse as time goes on. But as she gets in the bathroom she can see that all the stalls are empty, no one inside any of them, the bell for the end of the day ringing out as she searches.

Grave walks to the clubroom Rose and the group had claimed as their own, going as fast as she can. But the room is vacant, no Rose inside of it, making it seem as if she had just vanished totally. Footsteps echo in the hallway as Hannah comes walking into the room, worried about Grave and Rose, trying to find them both as she pops her head into the clubroom, spotting Grave.

Grave moves to go outside, moving quickly as panic consumes her, her heart beating a mile a minute in fear as Hannah runs to catch up to her, holding her shoulders gently to prevent her from moving away.

“Grave, Grave! Hey, calm down, what’s going on?” Hannah questions, her concern clear on her face as she studies Grave, able to feel the panic coming off of her.

“Rose.” Is the only word Grave can produce, her mind too panicked and out of it with fear and worry, staring at Hannah with those emotions displayed clearly in her eyes.

“I know, she wasn’t in class with us. She isn’t anywhere?” Hannah moves her hands to gently hold Grave’s face to try and ground her to reality, her voice soft and calm in an effort to help her.

“N-No. Not here.” Grave’s voice wavers as she answers, her breath coming out hard and shallow as her fear only grows, Hannah nodding slowly.

“Okay, hey it’s okay. Its gonna be fine, we’ll find her, I promise…” Hannah attempts to soothe Grave as she thinks, trying to remember any information that might help them. “What lesson did she have last?” She questions, her voice quiet.

“S-Science.” Grave’s responses are short in her fear, everything feeling wrong and bad as she tries to focus.

“Before that Grave. What was the last lesson you know she went to?” Hannah clarifies her question, looking at Grave with a slightly concerned expression, though she tries to keep her composure.

“P-P.E.” Grave shakes as she explains, unpleasant memories surfacing inside her brain as she thinks about this situation, only making her feel worse and more panicked.

“With Lola, right?” Hannah questions, thinking as she speaks, looking away from Grave slightly as she considers something, thinking it over. Grave nods in response, trying to calm herself down, though it doesn’t work as she continues to panic.

Hannah’s eyes turn black, indicating that she is using her abilities to search for something, coming back a minute later, a look in her eyes.

“Okay, come on I have somthin.” Hannah speaks bluntly, gently dragging Grave by her hand away from where they were standing, a destination clearly in mind. Grave allows herself to be dragged along, out of it as her brain assumes the worst.

Hannah carefully leads Grave to the sports cupboard containing all the equipment, the door to it locked by a padlock as Hannah looks at it.

“I felt something in here…” Hannah explains, pointing to the door as she pulls Grave next to her. Grave wastes no time, clipping through the door, her heart beating so hard its audible.

As she enters the room, she can see Lola standing. At first glance it looks like its just her, but as Grave looks more, she can see Rose in front of her, being pressed into the wall as Lola talks to her, her face worried and afraid.

“Rose?” Grave’s voice is soft as she calls out, still feeling afraid as she observes the scene in front of her. Rose looks at Grave, face twisting to look more afraid at her being there. Lola turns to look at Grave, her face twisted in anger.

Grave rolls her eyes as she looks at Lola, moving to try and get to Rose to get her out. But Lola pushes Rose further into the wall, making her wince in pain.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lola questions, watching Grave with a threatening expression. But Grave doesn’t care, landing a solid punch in her face, feeling her skin split under her fist in a satisfying manner.

“Don’t touch her.” Grave reprimands, her tone angry and cold as Lola’s nose bleeds, making her let go of Rose, who slides down the wall without Lola holding her up.

“You’re defending a monster you know.” Lola tries to defend her action, looking at Grave as she holds onto her nose, blood leaking over her hands.

“I don’t… care? But thanks for the info?” Grave focuses on Rose, picking her up gently in her arms.

“She’s a vampire! She kills people and steals their blood! She has to be stopped…” Lola explains, anger filling her voice as she tries to sway Grave onto her side.

“Cool.” Grave lands another solid punch into her face, hoping to shut her up as Hannah walks into the closet, having broken the lock forcefully from the outside.

“Oh shit, alright.” Hannah surveys the scene as she walks in, pinching the bridge of her nose as her eyes scan over Lola, Rose and Grave.

“Hi. Sorry.” Grave apologises to Hannah as she begins to leave, feeling slightly better now she has Rose, though fear still pounds through her.

“Nah its fair. Go take care of Rose, I’ll deal with this… cause she doesn’t look good.” Hannah looks at Rose and she’s right, Rose looks pale and shaky as she struggles to keep herself awake and alert as Grave holds her.

Grave places a small kiss on her forehead to heal her wounds as she leaves the building. Rose still looks bad despite this, clinging to Grave gently as she attempts to stay awake, looking tired and afraid as Grave runs to her home, reaching it quickly.

Rose struggles to stay conscious as Grave gets to her home, seeming exhausted and potentially hurt as Grave enters her lab, putting Rose gently on the table.

“Okay, before you pass out, what do you need?” Grave questions, knowing a lot of the things in her lab likely wouldn’t help in this situation, keeping her voice soft despite the rising panic inside her.

“I’m sorry…” Rose’s voice wavers, some tears slipping down her face as she looks at Grave, face scared as she tries to speak.

“Its okay! Its okay, I promise.” Grave holds Rose’s face gently, kissing away the tears softly to try and calm her.

“But she was right…” Rose tries to explain, sounding upset, feeling afraid that Grave would soon hate her.

“She wasn’t! You’re not a monster, Rose.” Grave explains calmly, her voice kind and soft as she speaks.

“I am…” Some more tears trickle down Rose’s face as she speaks. “She was right about what I am… should’ve let her do it…” Rose trails off, not fully aware of what she’s saying.

“D… D-Do what?” Grave questions, concerned as she gently pries for the answer out of Rose.

“She was gonna end it…” Rose explains, crying gently as she speaks to Grave, feeling overwhelmed and afraid. Grave softly presses their heads together in worry, gently kissing Rose’s face in hopes of calming her down.

“You can hate me, its okay…” Rose looks at Grave as she calms down slightly, her eyes sad.

“I don’t hate you, Rose.” Grave smiles. “I love you so fucking much!” She clarifies, confusing Rose.

“B-But I’m not good…” Rose argues gently, unable to understand what Grave is saying.

“You’re very good. Just because you’re not human doesn’t make you a piece of shit, Rose.” Grave speaks softly and calmly to Rose, reassuring her.

“But I have to drink blood… I hate it, I try not to do it…” Rose frowns slightly, not focusing on what she’s saying.

“That’s like saying eagles are bad for eating other animals. You aren’t bad because you need blood… also, how long has it been since you drank any?” Graves concern spikes slightly as she questions Rose.

“Mmmm…” Rose thinks, frowning as she tries to come up with an answer. “Mmmmaybe like a month or two?” She eventually answers, looking at Grave with slightly guilty eyes.

“That’s bad, stay here.” Grave moves over to a cabinet, filled with her own blood that she stores. “How much do you need?” She questions, Rose looking scared as she forces herself to sit up.

“I-I don’t know… probably quite a lot… I’ve never left it this long…” She explains, watching Grave.

“Um… hold on.” Grave pulls out her phone, sending a text to Hannah. ’Hhh hey how much blood does a vampire (who hasn’t eaten in like 1 or two months) need?’ Grave sends the text, her phone ringing only moment later, Hannah’s voice flooding through the phone into Grave’s ears.

“I’m sorry explain that text to me please?” Hannah questions, her voice slightly off, as if she is doing something while answering the phone and talking to Grave.

“Rose hasn’t d r o n k in one or two months and I need to know how much to give her because I have v i a l s of my blood.” Grave explains, panicking slightly.

“Oh shit…” Hannah makes some noise as she shifts on the phone. “Um… that’s not good, okay. You give her one litre now to stabilise her, and keep an eye on her to make sure she’s okay, cause this isn’t great. And in an hour or two you give her another litre. Keep doing that until she’s had a full humans worth, so like six or seven litres…” Hannah explains, sounding concerned over the phone.

“Okay, thank you!” Grave hangs up the phone, going into her cabinet and pulling out a litre bottle containing her blood, passing it to Rose. “Merry Christmas, its blood. Don’t ask how, please.” Grave jokes.

“Why is it pink?…” Rose questions, looking at the strangely coloured blood she has been handed.

“Because its mine.” Is all Grave says in response, Rose hesitantly opening the bottle.

“I guess so…” Rose puts the bottle to her lips, drinking the blood slowly, her face shifting to look confused and slightly concerned as she does.

“Does it taste weird?” Grave questions, confused as Rose nods slightly, drinking faster as her thirst catches up with her, making her finish the bottle quickly.

“Yay, you d r o n k.” Grave taps her feet lightly on the floor, Rose nodding again in agreement.

“I did…” Rose is quiet as her brain starts to come back to itself, helping her understand her current situation.

“How ya feelin?” Grave sits down next to Rose gently as she speaks, looking at her.

“Like I got locked in a cupboard for an hour…” Rose leans against Grave as she sits. “So pretty normal I guess…” She elaborates.

“Ah, that’s… kinda good… ish.” Grave giggles, making Rose smile as she leans against her.

“Kind of yeah… I probably really scared you, huh? I’m sorry…” She apologises in a soft voice, looking at Grave with concerned eyes.

“Its not your fault, Rose.” Grave smiles gently as she reassures her. “Its fuckin L o l a, with her stupid head ass.” Grave explains, her small amount of anger easily being overwhelmed by her happiness.

“Yeah… somehow she found out what I was and shut me in the cupboard…” Rose sighs quietly. “She’s the worst.”

“Can I tell you something funny about her?” Grave requests, smiling as she looks at Rose.

“Mmmm, sure.” Rose sounds intrigued as she looks back at Grave, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I made her shit herself at a party once.” Grave laughs as she explains, Rose snorting incredulously.

“How?!” Rose half yells as she tries to contain her laughter, wanting the full story from Grave.

“She was being a dick and telling me I couldn’t go into the bathroom for some dumbass reason and I-” Grave cuts herself off as she giggles.

“Oh no, what did you do?” Rose questions, trying not to burst into laughter as she speaks.

“I fuckin yeeted her to the wall, but its weird because I never touched her and when I tried to get out of the bathroom she started to yell at me.” Grave begins to play with Rose’s hair as she tells the story. ��So I was fuckin a n g e r y and the next thing I knew, her shit was on the floor.” She explains, Rose unable to speak as she starts laughing loudly, unable to hold it in anymore.

“She thinks I’m like… a demon now.” Grave feels happy now that Rose is laughing, leaning into Grave for more support as she giggles and laughs. Grave happily holds onto Rose’s hand, who continues to calm down as she holds onto Grave’s, closing her eyes gently.

“We gotsa wait for like… an h o u r.” Grave reminds Rose, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Mmmm…” Rose smiles warmly at the kiss, her head resting comfortable against Grave’s shoulder.

“…Fuck Lola.” Grave smiles, laughing slightly, making Rose giggle as she leans on her.

“Mhm… slammed me into a wall… so rude.” She jokes lightly, smiling against Grave.

“She sucks a s s. Thankfully, she doesn’t smell like one.” Grave wiggles slightly as she speaks.

“She doesn’t smell great… her blood smells super sour…” Rose giggles quietly. “Yours is also really weird…” Rose mentions, referencing Grave’s blood.

“What did it taste like?” Grave asks, smiling as she prods for information from Rose.

“Mmmm… very sweet. Like sugared strawberries…” Rose explains, her voice quiet and soft.

“Hm… I wonder why.” Grave feels confused as she tries to figure it out, Rose smiling.

“Mmmmaybe because you’re so sweet…” Rose smiles more as she offers her idea to Grave.

“That’s c h e e s y.” Grave blushes at the compliment, making Rose giggle quietly.

“I am cheesy…” Rose justifies, giggling as she plants a small kiss on Grave’s face.

“I’ve been a t t a c k e d.” Grave blushes more at the kiss Rose gives her, looking down at her.

“Mmmmnooooo… I just love you very much.” Rose explains, smiling as she closes her eyes again, feeling calm and happy.

“…It’s a love attack.” Grave smiles, planting a kiss on Rose’s neck as revenge, attacking her weak spot.

“Nnnnot fair…” Rose whines, blushing as she hides her face in Grave gently, wanting to escape.

“Yes fair! You a t t a c k e d me with a kiss, I had to get revenge.” Grave giggles as Rose whines quietly, burrowing her face into Grave as she seeks warmth.

“Sorry, Rose…” Grave giggles as she gently encases Rose in a warm hug, squeezing her gently.

“Ssssfine…” Rose mumbles as she leans into the hug, warm and relaxed as Grave holds her.

“Good!” Grave is warm as she hugs Rose, making her more calm and relaxed, finding her spot in the hug comfortable.

“I love you!” Grave exclaims happily as she holds Rose, smiling warmly as she feels Rose grin.

“I love you too…” Rose’s voice is quiet as she speaks, sounding happy as she shifts slightly, getting comfortable.

“Mmmmine.” Grave smiles happily as Rose leans into her more, warm and content.

“Mmmmyours…” Rose confirms, feeling warm and happy, her brain starting to feel sleepy as she leans into the hug more.

“Am y o u r s!” Grave blushes lightly, Rose giggling quietly as she softly hugs her. Grave blushes more as she gently begins playing with Rose’s curls, Rose leaning into her more as she gets sleepier.

Grave presses a gentle kiss to Rose’s face, watching as she softly smiles, feeling too happy for words as she slowly falls asleep hugging Grave as she softly glows, smiling at Rose gently as she keeps holding her gently in her sleep.

#writing with friends #writing #my writing #original writing #not my oc #others ocs #teenage vampire au #teen vampire au #alternate universe #sleepisafuckinglie #House of Hell

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crimson-cheshire · 6 years ago

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ALL for whichever one u desire :3c

Uh if we’re sticking to D&D characters…let’s see…I’ll do them for Ellie then since I know her better!

A story for every scar. Do any of their wounds have interesting origins?

BOY AM I GLAD YOU ASKED BECAUSE SHE HAS A LOT OF THOSE. None of her party members have seen them yet because she keeps them covered, but pretty much All of her except the area around her eyes is Super Fucked. The most obvious ones would be the long, thin scars on her back and the brand on her right cheek.

Three songs that show their character progression.

I have to skip this one for now because her party is Not Useful and she hasn’t had much character development yet.

If they were a god which god would they be?

Oof that’s a good question. Goddess of Freedom, I think.

What was would have been their favourite subject at school?

Art, specifically drawing.

What does their voice sound like?

Soft-spoken and a little deeper than average for a female voice. Not by much though.

Animal, vegetable, mineral: what one thing symbolizes them the most?

A stray kitten recovering from mange

If they could control one of the four elements what would it be?

Mmm. Mmmmmmm. I could make an argument for any except air, but I think earth is most like her.

What would their favourite tv show be?

I think she’d really like Avatar:The Last Airbender and Fullmetal Alchemist. She might also like Steven Universe or Adventure Time but I’m not so sure about those since I haven’t watched them myself.

Would they ever use magic to gain love?

Ever? Probably, but for her to go that far she’d probably have to have fallen pretty far down the alignment chart.

What do they think of themselves?

She hates pretty much everything a person could hate about themselves. She does not have a high self-esteem.

Gender and sexuality?

Cis lesbian!…..probably!

Do they have a type?

Is “She gave me food and beat up a creeper” a type?

Playing video games, would they be a completionist, a speed runner, how would they play?

She would not be a serious or competitive player at all. She probably wouldn’t even play games for the most part except with her friends. So basically, “Clumsy noob but she’s having fun and that’s all that matters”

If they could solve one problem, what would they solve?

Rich people!

What horoscope stereotype fits them the most?

Cancer

Favourite terrain?

Forests. She loves forests, particularly wild old-growth forests that are still bright enough to let the sunlight in.

How do they dress?

She wears A Lot of clothes. She wears kinda stereotypical ranger gear(think Aragorn but with warmer looking clothes), a very thick fur-lined hood, and a wool scarf she keeps over the lower half of her face. All you can usually see are her eyes.

What would their ideal home be like?

Small house on the edge of the forest with a lot of natural light. One floor, no basement of any kind. Near a village but not in it completely.

What would they like their mark in history to be?

“Retire into obscurity with my wife” or “Overthrow the nobility and burn everything they’ve ever touched.” There is no in-between.

If they could be a dragon, would they be a dragon?

Yes.

#asks #the-carmevore #I can do characters outside D&D too #I have a fair amount of RP characters in WoW and more that aren't in any game #just specify if you want outside d&d

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over-canon-watchh · 7 years ago

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Hey! What type of girls do you think Sol76, Genji, McCree or Hanzo like?

Just a note before - this is in no way meant to “body shame” anyone, you’re all handsome and beautiful and this is just what I think, you might have a different opinion and that’s okay!

Soldier 76:

Lowkey digs the more ‘toned’ girls

Someone who’s confident but not an asshole about it or towards other people

He’s a little forgetful so he needs someone to remind him to do stuff every now and again

A girl who’s willing to train with him, he sees this as bonding and that you’re taking an interest in you

You can’t expect any special treatment in training though, but if he pushes you too hard, he’ll make it up to you later

Genji:

He likes smaller girls, someone he can pick up and “throw around” almost. It’s cute how he can just rest his head on top of yours

What he loves most is that your main goal in life is to make people happy then that’s all he needs

Your killer taste in music as well, he likes listening to you sing and [try to] write your own stuff

“Sweet in the streets but freak in the sheets” kind of girl

A good listener - someone who’s willing to listen when he’s venting

McCree:

mmmmmmm thICC as F UC K

He just loves the chub, he can’t enough of it. He likes having something to cuddle up to.

This will result in nicknames like “Squish” which you absolutely adore

He’ll fall for your voice and smile - you could have the loudest and most bizarre laugh and his heart will skip a beat every time he hears it

Kinda wants a girl who’s clingy, he loves being able to fill your needs and play the hero all the time

Hanzo:

Tends to go for the more shy and timid girls

Someone who it might take a while to get to know, he likes learning new things about you all the time

A girl who’s kind of independent but doesn’t mind affection every now and again

He likes a girl who’s into the artsy things and maybe sometime you can teach each other like he’ll teach you meditation.

Just someone who can appreciate the little things in life

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ourwingsofwarriors · 7 years ago

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In the Next Life (Levi x Reader)

Attack on Titan One shot Characters: Levi Ackermann, Erwin Smith, Reader Rating: M for MMMMMMM Levi.... You head was alive with thoughts of the expedition you had just returned from a few weeks ago, watching one of your comrades be snatched out of the air, to be quickly swallowed before you even had a chance to save them. Levi had snatched you out of that titan's grasp before he was able to reach for your comrade instead, Levi had chosen to see them die… instead of you. You felt yourself welling up inside, your heart hurting from all the goodbyes you couldn’t have with the comrades who had been your family for the past year and a half you had been in the Survey Corps. You were lucky enough that your closest friends were still alive, you didn’t understand how some of them were… thinking of Hanji and her need to be up close with the human eating titans. But that didn’t matter, she was alive and that's what was important. Erwin too, although he had lost his arm he was still fighting for the future.

Although… secretly you missed Mike, you missed his presence in the room, it hadn’t been the same since he went missing, and you had to be honest with yourself, when someone is missing, they were not coming back..

Levi had been the closest to you however, although you hardly spoke, you had been there for each other no matter what, maybe it was because he cared secretly, or he saw Petra in you, who knew. But Levi would always been looking out for you, in a way it did annoy you a little, being babied by a thirty odd year old man but at the same time you liked it, you liked the attention from humanity's strongest soldier, in fact you felt a strong connection with him from day one, maybe it was because both of you grew up without really having a family, but you would never ask him.. That would be too rude.

“I dont have the time to spare, if you have nothing interesting to say to me then leave” You looked up from your tea, Levi holding his cup, sitting opposite you. Coming back into focus from your thoughts.

“Oh… I..” You were lost for words, normally the two of you could sit in absolute silence, not even looking at each other for an hour a day, just being in the presence of someone for a little while had been nice. You put your cup down and sighed, knowing full well Levi meant what he said. Tucking your chair in you made your way to the door. You didn’t ever really try and speak up against Levi, you knew better than to even try, his wit was too quick for you, and normally he would just insult you, even though for the most part he didn’t mean it.

“[Y/N]..” He muttered, but it was too late, you had gone. He sighed, putting his tea down, he had panicked, he didn’t really want you to go but of course, you had listened to what he had said.

You marched down the corridor, not really knowing what to think, sighing to yourself wondering if you had upset him somehow, maybe he was looking for a sign to say you were okay, that everything was alright.. But you hadn’t said anything, apart from the usual small talk the two of you shared.

Walking out into the grounds, you felt a sense of loss, had you done something wrong to upset Levi that much? Was your company so unbearable for him now? You wanted to turn around and go back, but you were embarrassed, what had you done? What were you to do? Your heart ached slightly, the feeling of being alone was your biggest fear, not even death could overcome this natural fear of being completely alone in this world.

Walking down the path, you spotted Erwin, he was sitting on the steps towards the barracks, looking at the ground, focused on his thoughts, you tried your hardest to not make a sound as you approached him, but he was too quick, he looked up and smiled slightly.

“Ah, [Y/N] it’s you” he stood up, his tall stature towering over you. “How are you?” “I’m doing… okay” You smiled back at him, lying slightly, you were completely confused by what had just happened in Levi's office. Looking at you, he nodded slightly “how are you commander?” “I was just thinking…” he looked away slightly, sighing a little “it… it doesn’t matter really”

You were not going to ask him further, although you were friends, it wasn’t your position to ask any questions, especially not to the commander, he would have relied on Mike for that, but as Mike was no longer with us…. Erwin found himself more alone than he had ever been. “Well… if you need me, you know where I am” “[Y/N] I know you feel awful about yesterday, but you know, not being able to say goodbye is part of the job, maybe one day, we will just go, we won’t be able to see those people who are important to us, not even for one second as our breath is taken from us” “It’s just… they were so young..” “They all are” Erwin placed his hand on your shoulder, looking concerned. “You are” he looked over at the building I had just come from “Make sure he is okay, it’s been hard for him lately” “I understand…” You sighed. “You must be worried about him” “I worry about you all, that is my job”

“I guess..” You nodded “But you need to also look after yourself Commander” You looked up, into his big blue eyes. “Through the good and the bad, we have to keep going”

“Exactly” He turned around to start walking “Levi saved you, because he had to, you live because you have to live. He needs you, although he will never admit to such a thing. Go to him..”

You watched Erwin turn and wander off, and you looked back at the building where you had just come from, you turned, walking towards Levi’s office once again, this time you were not giving up, you couldn’t leave him on his own.

Running up the stairs you reached the door, without knocking you burst through, he was slumped over his desk, twirling his finger around the edge of the china glass, empty, from where you hadn’t been there to refill it.

“You…” he muttered “I came back” You closed the door behind him. You walked towards the teapot, taking it gently in your hands and walking towards Levi, tipping it slightly to refill his cup. “You didn’t finish your tea” You giggled slightly, using that for the reason you came back when really, you wanted to scream and shout. Hit him on the chest for never really explaining himself to you.

He had saved your life, and never even said a word after… like he was seeing your ghost.

He grabbed your wrist as you moved away “Thankyou…” Levi said. Looking up slightly from the desk “[Y/N]..” “Levi...I..” You placed the teapot down next to his cup, looking at him, staring into his piercing grey eyes. “Why did you… why did you come back for me?” “Because I knew that if I didn’t that would've been your last day on this cruel earth” “You never..sav..” “You are different, you should've known that” his voice raising a little, the look of annoyance sweeping across his face “Levi, you…” You looked down at the floor “You came back for me and saved my life.. It wasn’t just an act of kindness... you pro..”

“I am usually within ten feet of you so whatever terrible thing happens to you will…I. Will” He paused for a moment unable to speak “Probably cause the death of others too!” Levi sighed, he felt awful but he had to get it out of his system “I can’t bare to even think about what could've happen!” He placed your hands in his. Looking at you completely.

He stood up and pulled you closer to him

“Because this world would be a dark, cruel world if the only light I saw was taken from me”

“Levi...I,” You closed your eyes, and held onto him so tight you could of crushed him in your arms “I… I love you” You whispered in his ear, a tear falling from your eye. “It’s not fair, imagine if we were living in another life, where titans didn’t exist. Where we could… live” “Together..” he said, his hand stroking your hair “We have to face our reality… we.” You felt his grip on your tighten “Will never be happy together”

Your tears flooded your cheeks, knowing what levi said was true “I can’t bare to have the same fate as Mike and Nanaba…” he sighed “She didn’t even know...he had died” “But they are together again now” You cried, muffled by his shoulder as you sank your head into his neck. “They are happy…”

“They are…” he mumbled “One day we can be too…” He closed his eyes and imagined a life, where the two of you would be free, able to love each other without the risk of one of you not coming home from work one day. That you would have to live out the rest of your days without the other.. Levi couldn’t do it. He thought about everything he would do to you, how he would take you in his arms, kissing you, touching you…

Making love to you.

Levi wanted it all, he always had, he wasn’t ever one for telling anyone his feelings but you… you had been different. He felt comfort in having you there, even in silence he felt like his life was just a little bit better when you were around. His stubbornness would be lifted whenever you looked at him because to him, you were everything, you were the most innocent, pure being on this planet and he would protect you until his final breath in this world. He would of gone to hell and back to save your life. Yes because of him another comrade died, but it meant you lived… and to him, that was all that mattered.

Levi pulled away and looked into your watery bloodshot eyes, you rubbed them quickly, trying to hid the tears, but he took your hand

“It’s okay” he cooed “It’s okay [Y/N]” “But it’s not..” You cried out more clinging to his hand “I… I can’t bare it anymore” You looked at the floor, trying to gain the courage to tell him…

Tell him everything which you had to tell him, how you felt from the moment you met him, how he looked at you and it could've killed you. How every time you saw him your heart skipped a beat because you were just so happy to see his face in front of you, to show that he was still alive and he was still here, acknowledging you at training, to the first moment he spoke to you, how you felt like a cloud had flown you away through the skies. You had loved him so much, but you couldn’t bare the thought of not even trying. How long would this go on, this feeling of want yet never going that extra step, how much longer could the two of you wait in the sidelines watching each other, before you came together as one… how long…

“I can’t sit back and let this… let us die” You cried, Levi looked at you, a mild touch of confusion on his face “I love you, and you clearly love me too even if you don’t tell me, I know it, I can see it in your eyes Levi.. But what would this all be if we didn’t act on it now? What if we can’t find each other in the next life? What if they punish us?! We shouldn’t let this cruel world decide how we feel, how we act.. If I die, if you die, that's life, in any life people die, but we shouldn’t be scared of losing each other because it will happen if we like it or not, so why shouldn’t we...”

Before you could even finish your ramblings, Levis lips crashed onto yours in a hot flush. Levi’s heart pounding in his chest at the thought of even touching you, his lips on yours. His arms wrapped around your small body, pulling you close to him as you closed your eyes, your tears making his cheeks wet.

Your knees were weak, butterflies were going crazy in your body, and there was him, your shining light. Holding you…. So tightly. He pulled away, before he held you close, his head buried in your neck

“Stay with me tonight” He mumbled into your ear “Tomorrow we have to leave.. But I need to..I...I need..” “I’ll be there…” You hummed into his ear.

In the evening, the stars were glowing so brightly, the clear night sky let the skies light up the earth. You paced around the courtyard of the barracks, You had to admit you were worried about going back outside of the walls tomorrow but there was nothing wrong about being nervous. You felt a sense of achievement, you had been in the corps for 4 years now, although you had seen friends and comrades go, you had always had him… he had always been there. You had been the shoulder for Nanaba to cry on, when she felt her heartbreaking for Mike, before she told him how she felt, which formed the most beautiful bond between two people.

Love could be found here, even in this dark cruel world… even in the smallest of places.

Levi thought back to the conversation he had with Erwin earlier that day, talking about how important you were to him.. How even after so many years Levi still felt like his death could happen at anytime. “Don’t live like me” Erwin’s voice echoed in his mind “Don’t choose titans over her Levi” “I… What if I lost her?” “We all lose the people we love Levi, that is just the way life works. But would you rather be alone for the time you have left here, or would you rather have someone there, to fight for.” “She…” “She means the world to you, I know… I haven’t seen you this perplexed since you were joining the Survey Corp all those years ago” “I just… Erwin I feel so weak around her, what if I lose my sense on the battlefield and end up being the reason why our comrades die?” “You feel weak around her because you love her… go to her, tell her… don’t regret not ever doing anything about a feeling, the titans control our lives and we should not let them control our emotions too!”

Levi paced up and down in his room, waiting for you...

You slowly walked towards his barrack building, up the wooden stairs, trying not to make a sound, they creaked under your feet, as you hopped quickly, trying not to wake anyone. Everyone had already gone to bed, it was going to be a rough week, and you all needed rest, even for one night. You knocked gently on the door, before you could even take your hand away from the door, you saw it open, a hand grabbing you, pulling you inside.

Levi stood there, his eyes staring into yours, his hands holding onto yours so gently, like you would break if he was too rough with you. There didn’t need to be words, not tonight. He pulled you close to him and kissed you. His hand reaching around to the back of your neck, his fingers tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss. You felt his other hand tugging at the buttons of your shirt, slowly getting one button at a time. You returned the favour, trying to unbutton his shirt. While your mouths danced together, tongues fighting. The feeling of passion and sexual tension filling the room, making you hot, your breathing becoming heavier as your shirt fell to the floor. His hand gently stroked your skin like a fine silk, your body tensing under his touch, sending shockwaves through your nerves. You finally got his shirt off, feeling his body with your hands, his body was muscular, his skin was soft, his scars were deep. His hands found their way down to your butt, he grabbed and pawed at your cheeks, wanting to touch your skin, your soft buttocks in his hands. He didn’t let go of you, he was holding you so tightly, like he would never let you go, you would be there, in his arms forever….

He stumbled, dragging you with him towards the bed, kissing you passionately, your hands were trying to reach every part of each other's bodies, exploring unknown places, which only clothes could hide, getting to know each other more and more, through touch. He slowly started to grind on you, pushing your legs apart with his thighs. One of his hands held him up, pressing against his forearm, the other, pulling your bra straps down, trying to release your breasts from their prison. So he could explore you more. You helped him, arching your back, releasing the clasp of your bra, letting it ping outwards, before you could even acknowledge him, it was off, flung across the floor. He pawed at your breasts, moving his head down to suck at your bud, licking and flicking it with his tongue, making you squirm under him, your fingers through his jet black hair. His mouth sucked on one of your buds, making it hard and numb.

He looked up at you with his beautiful grey eyes as he lowered himself down more, kissing your skin, caressing it with his fingers until he reached your trousers, he wasn’t slow to take them off, he pulled them down quickly, leaving you in your pants, which were wet, your core starting to swell. They didn’t stay on for long as Levi, slowly pulled the thin material from you, dropping it onto the floor, along with the rest of your clothes. He looked at you, you felt like he could see right through you, that he could read your thoughts, how you felt about him, the sense of longing in your eyes. Everything about Levi was important to you, finally you could confess that to him…

He positioned his face in front of your core, feeling his warm breath on your skin, legs tingling at the thought of him touching you even slightly. Tipping your head back against the soft pillow, you felt his tongue flick at your clit. His fingers rubbing at your folds, feeling how wet your were against his fingers. His mouth focused on your clit, sucking and licking, making you numb, his fingers slowly slid into you, rubbing the swollen walls of your core slowly, passionately and it drove your body crazy. Blood started rushing, your breath heavy, panting, trying not to moan out his name in lust He looked up at you, seeing you squirm and slowly lose control of the muscles in your legs as they couldn’t stay still. Looking back at him, a smile touching your lips, you moved towards him, getting onto your knees.

You tugged at his trousers, pulling apart the button, unzipping them and slowly started to pull them down, making him lay down, it was your turn to please him, your body was warm and numb, blood was pumping through you, the lustful thoughts of Levi overwhelmed your imagination.

His trousers hit the floor, leaving him in his boxers, his large member, begging for release. As you started to pull his boxers down, his cock was released, and Levi looked at you, as you, just like him, dropped his boxers to the floor.

You laid in front of him, his cock in front of you, taking it in one hand, Levi’s abs tensed, he watched you as you started to caress him, gently stroking him up and down, his eyes focused on you. Your tongue flicked the tip of his now throbbing member, his abs tensing more, becoming more defined, his hands grasping at the bedsheets.

You licked around the tip, making him wet, making Levi tense more, wanting more, wanting you to put him completely in his mouth, but he wasn’t going to force you, he was enjoying watching you play with him, teasing him. You took him in your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat, locking your jaw.

You started to bob your head, his breath was getting heavier, his hand reached over and grabbed your hair, feeling the movements of your head against his throbbing wet cock. Your tongue rubbed against him inside you, against the sensitive skin of his shaft. As you felt the pre-cum ooze down your throat, you pulled up from him, he looked at you, his cheeks flushed, as blood was rushing down his body.

The two of you looked at each other, as you sat back on your knees, he joined you in the middle of the bed, looking into your eyes. Not needing to speak a word as his hands reached to your hips, pulling you closer as he kissed you. Your body longed for him, it was numb and weak, needing release from the tension, the blood pumping and your mind going into overdrive. His member pressed against you, his hands on your buttocks, groping at your butt cheeks. He let out a slight moan, it was so faint, but so delicate. Levi was vulnerable in this state, his walls which protected him were down, he didn’t need to use his wits, or his sharp tone of voice on you, not anymore. To him, you were too good for this world, a blessing to him. A light in the darkness.

He gently laid you down, his body towering over you, resting on his forearms. Your eyes locked in contact, you felt his member against your folds, as he started to grind on you, the tip, rubbing against you, making you wet, your core heated, swollen and ready for him. Wrapping your arms around him, he kissed you, his hand, on his cock, guiding the way, he rubbed the tip against your folds, applying pressure, sending you into overdrive. He looked at you, as you felt him enter you, his large throbbing cock slowly filling your core, your walls tightening around him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he started to thrust slowly into you, your hips meeting with his thrusts, the sound of skin hitting skin. He sucked at the skin of your neck. He was gentle, he never, wanted to rush something as beautiful as this.

He was making love to you like it was the last time you would spend time together on this earth

And it was beautiful.

Your back arched, as your body started to go numb, your nerves tingling, your heart pounding. You dug your nails into his back as he started to speed up his pace, as he felt you tensing around him, his thrusts were quicker, more powerful. He looked at you, his eyes never losing contact with yours. He watched you as you orgasmed under him, he kept going, one of his fingers rubbing against your clit, causing more stimulation, driving your body into overdrive, the feeling of sweet ecstasy as you felt your body release. Levi arched his back up, as he felt your core tighten around his cock, making him feel himself climaxing, you felt his cum shoot into you, filling you up as he continued to thrust into you, slowing his pace down. He looked at you as he let out a small groan, before kissing you. Your arms around him. He collapsed next to you. You rolled onto your side to face him, his fingers brushing through your hair.

He smiled, for the first time in a long time, you moved closer to him, resting your head on his chest. Your finger tracing over his abs as his breathing became more steady and slower. You closed your eyes, picturing the wonderful life the two of you would have, if there were no titans… if peace blessed the land. Levi watched you as you fell asleep, his chest as your pillow, smiling to himself he closed his eyes and for the first time…

Levi could sleep on his bed, for longer than 2 hours…

Because he finally felt a sense of peace in his heart.

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milesbaldimore · 6 years ago

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((mmmMMMM I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw Miles in there~! 💕))

Willie, how many Baldi's do you know? Or do you know to many to count?

I mostly know of them through discord or other non-public things tho.

@irishspaghettidude @basic-mathematics @goofymathman @askbaldisbasicsboi @milesbaldimore

#aaAAAGH YES #look at all these good boys #all of them are valid #everyone’s faces are precious #awww NOODLE ARM HUG #bbieal #baldi #baldis basics #baldis basics in education and learing #basic mathematics #irishspaghettidude #goofymathman #askbaldisbasicsboi #miles baldimore

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msbeastlyeevee · 7 years ago

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Rate these ships (Hakuouki, because I know the fandom): SaiChi, KazaChi, KazaSai, OkiSai, OkiChi, KazaSen (you can choose to skip some of course!)

I’ll skip the ones I already did.

KazaSai

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

-who drags the other into cuddles: Hhhhhh maybe Kazama? He seems like that type?

-who would eat cake for breakfast: I think Kazama might try and spoil Saito maybe?

-who likes to kiss the others nose: Mmmm maybe Saito? Like one of the few things he’s the crowned prince of.

-who puts dumb things in the microwave: I feel like they both would.

-who initiates kisses: Kazama for the really passionate ones, Saito for the small ones.

-who confessed first: Uhhhhhhhhh……. hmmm that’s a good question. It could go either way.

-whos more flirty: COUGH KAZAMA OBVIOUSLY

OkiSai

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

-who drags the other into cuddles: Souji would.

-who would eat cake for breakfast: *coughs Souji’s name*

-who likes to kiss the others nose: Souji does all kinds of kissing, but once again, Saito does the little things.

-who puts dumb things in the microwave: Souji is not allowed near the microwave after trying to “cook” Hijikata’s haiku book.

-who initiates kisses: Souji does. Sometimes Saito surprises him

-who confessed first: Mmmmmmm I think neither would really confess first? Like they just kinda confess at the same time, I think?

-whos more flirty: SOUJI COUGH COUGH

OkiChi

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

Send me a ship and I’ll tell you

-who drags the other into cuddles: Soouji

-who would eat cake for breakfast: Souji will try to feed Chizuru cake, mark my words.

-who likes to kiss the others nose: Chizuru beats him to those every time

-who puts dumb things in the microwave: Again Souji is banned from using the microwave. See Hijikata’s haiku book incident.

-who initiates kisses: Souji often does.

-who confessed first: They both kinda do, don’t they?

-whos more flirty: Souji dduuuh

KazaSen

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

Not doing that part cuz this is my NOTP.

#impracticaldemon #shipping meme

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theyoungest-weasley · 8 years ago

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Sirius Imagine 2

Amortentia

this is super cute i like it :)

btw’s my marauder’s nickname is cubs bc my animagus is a bear, but make it whatever you want!

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You slid into a seat next to Remus and began piling food on your plate, “Merlin, I’m starving!”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Why are you so hungry all of the sudden?”

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry in my entire life. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What? Cubs, that’s not good for you.”

“I know! But I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to eat, sleep,... shower,” you grimaced.

“You know what,” you said, standing up, “I need to get my priorities straight, I’m going to shower, and then eat if I have time.”

You rushed off before Remus could stop you, leaving him sighing. Sirius sat down next to him in the spot you had been taking up and began talking.

“What’s y/n up to?”

Remus remained looking at the door you had just gone through, “She hasn't been eating or sleeping or taking care of herself, I’m kind of worried.”

“Yeah, me too,” Sirius sighed, “she’s been really stressed out about Potions.”

Remus looked over to Sirius with a smirk on his face, “How do you know that?”

Sirius blushed, “I... notice... things... Oh, shut up,” and then shoved a chicken leg into his mouth to excuse himself from saying anything more.

“Maybe you should help her,” Remus suggested, “I mean, Prongs is great, but he’s not the best Potions partner, is he?”

A lightbulb went off in Sirius’s head, “I’ll ask him to switch with me! You go with James, because your smart and can handle him, and I’ll go with Cubs, it’s perfect!”

He got up and rushed away, but not before patting Remus on the back, “Thanks Moony!”

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You rushed into Potions class, late. You had eaten and gotten at least 6 hours of sleep, but that didn’t come without a price. You hadn’t been able to shower or prepare for the lesson today, so you had no idea what was happening.

“Cubs,” you heard Sirius say as he approached, “Say hello to your dashing new Potions partner!”

You frowned, happy Sirius was your partner, but worried about your friend. “What happened to James?”

“Ah, he agreed to switch with me, Remus was getting tired of me showing off all the time.”

You laughed, “Okay, sure. Whatever you need to say to get yourself through the day.”

“So,” Sirius attempted to be slick and slide over next to you, but ended up bumping into the cauldron, making you laugh. He blushed before continuing, “Do you know what we’re doing today?”

“No, actually,” you laughed nervously, “I didn’t have any time to prepare for today, so we’ll just see what happens. Do you know what we’re doing?”

“Yep.” Sirius grinned, popping the ‘p’ at the end of his answer.

You laughed, somewhat confused and his mysteriousness, and smiled at him, “Okay.... you wanna tell me?”

“Mmmmmmm, no.” He put his head on his hands, smirking.

You groaned, “You can’t at least give me a warning?” You put your head down on the table and gave him puppy eyes, “I wanna pass.”

Sirius felt his heart give a jolt but held his ground, keeping his cool. “I can’t tell you,” he sing-songed.

“Fine,” you sat back with your arms crossed.

The Potions Professor arrived shortly and stood in front of the class.

“Today,” he announced, “We will be making Amortentia.”

Half the class giggled excitedly while the other half groaned at the thought of doing work. You remained neutral, unaware of Sirius awaiting your reaction.

“Y/n and Sirius,” the Professor said, making you sit up straighter, “Seeing as though Miss Y/l/n has been lagging a little lately, you two may demonstrate to the class all the correct steps before we begin. You have twenty minutes.”

You gave Sirius a panicked look and stood up, terrified. Sirius walked behind you, putting his hand on your waist and whispering in your ear, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” before walking to the front of the class.

You swooned internally and followed him up front to the cauldron.

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After what felt like forever of you and Sirius crossing arms reaching for ingredients and quiet bickering, you had finally finished right before the Professor announced, “Time’s up.”

“Now,” he stood in front of the cauldron, “Tell me, what do you smell?”

You and Sirius simultaneously leaned in and took a sniff.

You smelled nothing except for Sirius’s stupid cologne, he just had to put on half the bottle every morning.

Sirius smelled nothing but your dumb peppermint shampoo, why did you have to use the whole bottle everyday?

You both shot each other dirty looks.

“Well,” you said annoyed, “if Sirius hadn’t used so much cologne this morning maybe I would be able to smell something.”

“Oh yeah?” Sirius scoffed, “Well is y/n hadn’t used the entire bottle of shampoo this morning maybe I would be able to smell something too.” “What? My shampoo smells great! It’s not my fault that....”

You stopped. You hadn’t showered in about a week, you didn’t have the time. To be frank, you probably smelled awful.

“I-I,” you paused, unsure if you should say. After all, what would this mean? You looked at the potion and continued, “I haven’t showered in about a week.”

Sirius was looking at you when you looked back up at him, about an inch away from your face. He said quietly, “I ran out of cologne a month ago.”

Your eyes remained locked with his and your heart skipped a beat before you responded, “Oh.”

“Oh.”

You glanced down at his lips and next thing you know Sirius’s lips are on yours and your hands are in his hair. James is shouting, “Fuck yeah!” while Remus whistles. The rest of the class is either cheering or ‘awe’ing.

You broke apart and smiled at him, giving a short laugh before turning to the Professor after hearing a cough.

“I suppose,” he began, “you’ve done the potion correctly. You may be seated.”

Sirius grabbed your hand and you walked back to your seats.

The whole rest of the class James would periodically turn back and give Sirius a thumbs up, making you giggle, but Sirius was too busy watching you and whispering jokes to you for the rest of the class to notice. It was going to be a great year.

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