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headcanonenthusiast · 10 months ago

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COD characters and their opinions on toys

Includes Valeria Garza, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Simon Riley, König, Kyle Garrick, John Price and Alex Keller.

All headcanons, besides Valeria's, are gender-neutral.

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in-between, I got an ask from an anonymous user that gave me an absolutely devilish idea. They suggested a multitude of things, but one thing they requested was another COD characters x reader headcanons, but specifically, how they feel about using toys.

Also, if you've been following me for a while, you'll know that I've never written for Price before. He's literally my grandpa but imma do my best to deliver for you Price lovers 🙏

NSFW under the cut.

Enjoy!

Valeria Garza

-Sooooo, yall know how I said she'd encourage the use of toys when away, but when she's with you she won't let you touch one? She still does that.

-Her view on toys is actually quite positive despite restricting your use of them. She kinda just denies you the right to use any toys she hasn't picked out for you specifically bc it turns her on (and bc she's a bitch ❤)

-If she catches you using a toy that she didn't permit you to use, she'll crank the intensity on said toy up to 100 and basically overstimulate you until you're complaining and crying. (Consensually, ofc. Consent is important y'all 🙏)

-"What did I say about using toys without my permission, hm? That's right-I said not to. But, you didn't listen, did you? No, no, you stop that shit. If you didn't want me to punish you, you never would've picked up that vibrator in the first place."

-Shes absolutely RUTHLESS if you use a toy without her permission.

-But, when it comes to toys she DOES want you to use, she'll either intruct you how to use them or just control the toy herself.

-Personal favorite toy is a vibrator, but she also loves using a strap, but only on you. She'll never let you use any type of strap/dildo on her.

-Will occasionally use a vibrator if you aren't there/in the mood on herself, but will never let you use one on her.

Alejandro Vargas

-If you suggest the use of toys, he'll look at you like 🤨

-"Toys? You wanna start using toys? Am I not enough for you anymore, mi chula/o? (Girl/boy)"

-He'll probably think he's not satisfying you enough if you suggest it, but he's open to trying it after you insist that he's still able to satisfy you.

-When he does try them out with you, they become a staple in your sex life. Specifically a vibrator for each of you to use.

-Does prefer it where it's just you two, though. Sex toys are kinda like a special treat he likes to indulge in on occasion.

-After you introduce him to vibrators, though? He uses them all the time for masterbating.

-May or may not send you videos of him pleasuring himself with the toys yall bought together 🤭

-Also may or may not eventually want to get a vibrator that has his name engraved on it for you, so you can use it whenever he's out on missions :)

Rodolfo Parra

-Kinda like Alejandro, where he only uses them sometimes, but has probably used at least a fleshlight before yall got together.

-He's honestly a sucker for vibrators, but it's become something he only does with you. Won't use them to please himself because he needs to hear your voice for it to feel really good.

-His opinion on toys is more positive as opposed to Alejandro's in the beginning, though. He's perfectly fine with the suggestion and doesn't feel embarrassed when you two (obviously) may not know how to use a specific toy for the first time.

-"Don't worry, amor (love). It's only our first time. If we like it, we'll use it again, and the more we use it, the better it'll feel."

-Very encouraging of you if you wanna buy a new toy. And he doesn't necessarily mind what it is, either. Fleshlights, vibrators, straps, most toys he's open to trying.

-Would totally send you videos (or more so, just the audio) of him using any toys you bought for him. Very vocal about it, too. (I'm a firm believer that Rudy has a voice kink)

-Will occasionally send you links to toys he think you'd like on Amazon or something and be like "if you give me a bj I'll buy you this for Christmas " (you don't have to give him a blowjob. He'll buy it for you anyway)

König

-I feel like he'd be a biiggggg fleshlight enjoyer.

-Would love to use one and pretend it's you when you aren't there.

-He's kinda ehhh about other toys, though. Mostly because his fleshlight satisfies him enough without the addition of others.

-If you wanna use them on yourself, that's fine. König just wants you to be happy.

-But, if you wanna use one on him? May Lord have mercy 🙏

-Will probably manhandle you for the suggestion, pinning you down and punishing you how he sees fit.

-Maybe, when he finally loses all self-respect for himself, he'll try it out.

-"But only once." He says, not willing to admit how much he learns to love vibrators.

-Will totally use one when you aren't home. Wouldn't be caught dead by you with one, though. If he asks you what time you'll be home, there's one of two things going on.

-#1: He just misses you

-#2: He's using a vibrator and wants to know if he has enough time to cum before you get home

John Price

-Not a big toy guy honestly, not even with fleshlights or simpler toys.

-Like...I feel like he'd be okay with trying something like a vibrator or sex doll, but he just won't like it as much.

-"These toys aren't anywhere near as good as you, darling."

-They really just aren't for John, but he doesn't wanna deprive you of using them. Most of the time, anyway.

-Sometimes, he'll catch you with one while he hasn't had the best day and is desperate for you. So, he'll take control of the toy for you, gently edging you before taking you for himself.

-"Can't believe you thought that that little toy could compare to me, love."

-Despite barely using the toys himself, he's the one who insists on washing yours after you use them around him. He knows how sensitive the combination of him and toys must make you, therefore, he doesn't want you to move an inch afterwards.

Kyle Garrick

-He's a big toy enthusiast. Loves them, anything that vibrates in particular. Probably has a cockring.

-Gaz is also more than happy to let you use whatever toys you want. On yourself, on him, he's pretty open to when it comes to the use of sex toys.

-On the occasions where you aren't there, he'll send you a video or picture of him using a toy (Totally not to tempt you home, totally not).

-"Look at what you do to me, baby. Can't keep my hands to myself when you're not here."

-I feel like he'd like mutual masterbation. Just watching you use a toy of your choice is enough to make him cum.

-He'll also place any toys on the bedside table to be washed the next morning (which is important btw❗❗) and may or may not get the biggest smirk on his face seeing whatever mess y'all left behind.

Simon Riley

-Appreciates a good fuck with a fleshlight or pocket pussy.

-But besides those types of toys? Ehhh..

-Not really his thing. Like I said in the Simon specific headcanons, he's not really that crazy when it comes to sex. He's not the type to judge his partner if they use toys, but if they manage to piss him off, I feel like he'd hide them. (Would probably just put it on a high shelf or something if you're shorter 💀💀)

-"You're not getting that stupid toy back. Not till you say sorry."

-Might even tease you with the toy, like drawing it over your dick/pussy and chuckling when you demand he give it back.

-"Oh, you want it back, do ya? No, no, no. Sorry, love, but I think I'd like to see why you like this little thing so much before I hand it over."

Alex Keller

-He loves anything that vibrates.

-Almost as much as he loves you, actually. Uses them religiously whenever you aren't in the mood/there.

-Like Gaz where he likes to use them during sex, but not really with mutual masterbation.

-Instead, he'll have a vibrator or even an anal plug on himself while he eats you out/sucks you off. (Totally moans against your cock/pussy btw, he's fairly vocal 🤭)

-Or, you can use a toy on yourself while you give him a handjob and he'll praise you endlessly for it.

-"Aw, does that feel good, baby? Yeah? Good, good girl/boy."

-At the end of the day, though, he'd much rather be cumming from your touch than a toy. So, he'll put them aside so he can have you all to himself. You're absolutely irresistible to him, afterall. How could he choose a toy over you when you're so perfect in his eyes?

Yall I'm SO sorry that this took me forever. Life has been absolutely slaughtering me, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Next up will be COD men x male reader headcanons, so be on the lookout for that!

Feel free to ask me what I should do next! My inbox is always open.

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cyberrose2001 · 4 months ago

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Under Pressure

MTMTE Rodimus x Reader

GRAHH SURPRISE!!!!

Relic and I have been... discussing... very hard about an ask they got a couple days ago so I wrote this eheh (THANK YOU FOR DISCUSSING THIS WITH ME AND LETTING ME WRITE THIS ILY)

Also please yell at me if I forgot any warnings!

Loosely based of this ask over on @callsign-relic's blog

Warnings: Human reader, Giant/Tiny, Non-Con(?), Nocturnal emission, Crack fic(?)

Word count: 1,887

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Rodimus denies it every time, but he's a heavy sleeper. He snores like a congested rhino; he constantly sets twelve alarms that only barely stir him from his slumber. Despite being captain of the ship, his sleep schedule is far from tip-top shape.

And no, you're not a stalker. You're just Rodimus' observant little 'pet' human, always there, with a California king on his bedside dresser. Yeah, you're treated like royalty by an incredibly hard-to-deny hot alien robot.

So, as the ship ventured further into deep space and the nights got colder, you whined and begged to stay with him.

Rodimus was very hesitant to let you join him in the berth. As much as he cared about you and would kill an army for you, he didn't want to accidentally kill you, which was very much a possibility in any scenario on this ship. But he caved. You had mastered the sad, wet cat look, and Rodimus had the willpower of a rock.

Relishing in victory, you're curled up comfortably against Rodimus' lower plating for the third consecutive night in a row, warmed by the large servo of a sleeping giant. The entire palm of his hand covers your back in subconscious protection, and every so often, you feel a twitch of one digit. It's tranquility and a rare comfort, the touch of another you haven't felt since being on earth.

Until he rolls over.

Rodimus, choking on his snores, flips over onto his stomach and nearly tosses you off the berth if not for the grip he has on you. Despite almost winding you and making an audible 'Oof' sound, he doesn't wake up, his unconscious body assuming another comfortable position.

It takes you a few moments to register what the fuck just happened, but you realise that you're now underneath Rodimus. Almost his entire body weight is now pressed against you and pins you to the berth.

Oh god, you think to yourself.

This is less than ideal; this was not supposed to happen. How the hell are you, a tiny ass human, supposed to get out from under him? You probably shouldn't even be alive right now with how restricted your breathing is, not to mention how hard he flopped on top of you. But thankfully, with how Rodimus' legs have fallen into position, it leaves you with just enough room for your chest to rise and fall.

"God." You whine, muffled as your cheeks squish against his abdominal plating.

Your mind runs wild as you try to think of a way out. Maybe he'll just roll over again soon? God, you hope so; you can handle only so much weight, and Rodimus feels like he could hold down a cargo ship. Probably because he can.

But until then, however long that may be, you need to try something at least.

"Rodimus?" You try to wiggle but to no avail. He has you pinned pinned, and you use what little breath you have to yell out to him, "Hello? Are you awake or what?"

A loud, seemingly exaggerated snore replies to you. He's still deep in recharge, ruining any chance you have of waking him up yourself. You try to use your nails to scratch the surface of his frame, hoping it would tickle him or something, but that doesn't work either.

"Great." You roll your eyes, only you would ever end up in this type of situation. If only you had listened to Rodimus when he first said no, then you wouldn't be currently experiencing a near death experi-

"Y/n..." Rodimus' hoarse voice crackles above you, sending vibrations through your bones.

"Oh, thank god," You sigh in relief. You attempt to wiggle around some more, hoping to get his attention this time, "Listen, can you get off me now? This kinda hur-"

You squeak softly in pain as his sharp pelvis presses against you, and you hear your name again. This time, though, the tone of his voice came out as a whine, like a soft plea.

Because of where you were positioned before you became a pea under a princess' tower of mattresses, Rodimus' lower panels rested right against your stomach. This means you can feel his panels start to bulge slightly.

Oh no, you think to yourself bleakly once again. You're not sure how similar Cybertronian anatomy is to humans, apart from a crude explanation by an engex drunk Swerve. Still, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're feeling him getting hard. Putting two-and-two together using two out of the five senses, you've realised that Rodimus is nearly boner deep in a wet dream.

And not to assume, but you're thinking that the star of the show is you.

It's also the wrong time to cackle to yourself about getting crushed by your crush.

You might have some issues to work out after with Rung.

"Oh fuck," You reasonably panic, trying to push against his heavy frame weakly with your pinned arms, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

You start to thrash against Rodimus when your arms fail, your tiny body rubbing up against him. This doesn't help at all, you've come to realise but actually digs you in a deeper hole as he begins to rock his pelvis into you.

Rodimus moans your name again as he sleepily grinds against you. Whatever he's dreaming of, it must be an insanely hot pornographic fantasy of you. The bulge grows bigger, pining you down further into the berth. He shutters and lets out a soft groan before his plating shifts, and you feel a very thick, very hard, and very hot object slide up against you.

Oh god, it's his dick.

Swerve might not have told you all the details, but he seemed to conveniently leave out how fucking huge Cybertronian cocks are.

As if you thought this couldn't get any more debilitating, you now have the head of Rodimus' spike pressing against your face. It's as if the Alaskan bull worm had slithered up between yourself and Rodimus to give you a kiss. The behemoth of baggage has already started leaking what you would believe would be the Cybertronian equivalent to pre-cum, smearing all across your face.

At this significant turn of events, you've realised you have come to a crossroads.

Either struggle and continue to wiggle and wrangle your way out from under him, but risk pleasuring him, whether or not he could feel you squirming against him anyway with how small you are compared to it. Or, the more realistic and obtainable outcome, lie still and take it until he wakes up from an orgasm.

Who are you kidding? You don't have much of a choice at all. Both options risk you drowning in alien robot cum. It's wishful thinking as Rodimus starts to rut against your entire body again.

"Y/n..." He whimpers again, though very garbled and unintelligible. Every roll of his hips causes more pre-cum to dribble against your face and down your chest, and with each, it spreads all around in between yourself and his train-sized spike. Making an absolute mess of you.

If you weren't getting humped up against right now, you would indeed find a way to kill him for ruining your only set of pajamas.

"Rodimus-" You gag as a spurt of pre-cum falls into your mouth, "Guh- Rodimus stop-"

His work of venting increases, and so does his rutting. The comatose mech gasps and hitches his breath, oblivious to your cries and pleas for him to stop. He pushes up against you in heated desperation, fucking into your soft body like a grind pad.

"Rodimus! Wake the fuck up!" You start to heat up yourself; the increased pressure and friction of his plating will give you a fucked up version of carpet burn if he doesn't wake up. Sweat drips from your skin, adding even more lubricant to his incessant grinding.

"Wha- Oh, Primus!" Rodimus rears his drool-covered helm and cries out in equal confusion and unrestrained pleasure. He's woken up by his overload as he shoots his load up against you, flooding the minimal empty space left between you both with hot transfluid.

"Oh god-" You couldn't close your mouth in time when a spurt of transfluid hit you in the face, causing you to cough and spit it back out, only for more to splat you in the face.

Rodimus moans tiredly, shuttering violently as his spike pulses and leaks the remainder of his overload against the berth.

Or what he thought was the berth. Since when did he use a self-service mod on his spike? Especially when he shares a room with-

"Hey!" Cough, "Are you done?"

His optics slam open in horrific realisation.

"Oh no," Rodimus rolls over onto his back, his softened wet spike flopping against his abdominal plating, "Oh no, no, no..."

He looks down where he once lay, and his face plates flush a bright blue. Laying in a puddle of his transfluids was you, his little human, sopping wet with a highly unimpressed look on your tiny face.

"Oh Primus, Y/n," Rodimus scoops you up in his servos, gently tossing you from hand to hand as he wrings them off his transfluids, "I am so sorry, I- frag what was I thinking!" Rodimus babbles and holds you to his face, "Are you okay? God, I'm so stupid-"

"Ughh," You lay limply in his palm, exhausted and out of breath, "After that... I don't know anymore."

Rodimus hides his blush with a servo before pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm glad you're okay, but what were you doing down there?"

"Great question," You lift your head up to deadpan him, then eventually drag yourself to sit up. Sticky, pink transfluid drips down your body. Your face, and hair, are all drenched in him, "It's not like you rolled over in your sleep and had me pinned for nearly half an hour. What the hell?"

Rodimus blinks, and his face turns a deeper shade of blue as he rubs the back of his neck, "Oh, so that's why I had that dream about you..."

Is he serious right now?

"Oh, you think?" You wipe your lip when it starts to drip into your mouth, "I think I could tell when you started moaning my name in your sleep."

"Well, you're just so tiny and soft and-" The red and yellow mech bites the knuckles of the servo not holding you in embarrassment. "But what was I supposed to do, huh? Hold it in?"

God, he is.

"I'm literally gonna kill you, Rodimus." You shiver, his transfluids cooling against your skin. You can't believe he dares to look you in the eye, "I am never begging to nap with you ever again, or maybe at least warn me next time."

"No offense taken," Rodimus nods in agreement for once, watching you wring your hair out, "I'm sorry, Y/n, I really am. I can help clean you up? As a sincere apology from yours truly?"

"As long as I don't come into contact with more of this stuff," You flick a bead of transfluid off your finger into his direction, "And you better be sorry, or it'll be a long time before I might actually let you fuck me."

"Wait, you'll what-" Splat, "EWUGH!!"

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers mtmte #mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte rodimus #transformers x human reader #mtmte rodimus x reader #human reader #x-reader #valveplug #cyberrosewrites

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 2 months ago

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PLAGIARISM ALERT

PLAGIARISM ALERT! SHE'S BACK AGAIN AND DOING THE SAME THING! This user u/freedreameryouth (who has previous been known as MANY other accounts and has done this to many creators in many fandoms) lasted less than 24 hrs after perusing my blog before she plagiarized me again. I did NOT give her permission to adapt my drabble (she didn't ask because she obviously knew I'd say no) and what she has done is STILL PLAGIARISM. This "fic" you made is not "inspired" by my drabble. You blatantly used the exact same scenario, series of events, did not tag me (probably because you knew I would NOT allow this), slightly changed some language, AND KEPT MUCH OF MY EXACT WRITTEN LANGUAGE THE SAME. THAT'S FUCKING PLAGIARISM! OH. AND SHE RESTRICTED MY BLOG (lol) SO I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO COMMENT ON THE PLAGIARIZED DRABBLE as the original creator, which clearly means she knows that I wouldn't approve and that what she is doing IS WRONG.

Ways to spot this user: She puts her age as in her mid-20s (24 last I saw), always uses a purple background for her blogs, and generally has "simp" somewhere in her username, blog title, or blog description. She has previously stolen fics from MANY creators from MANY fandoms and apparently still has not learned her lesson since I put her on blast and exposed her last time. SO... here we are. I will be blasting her again... PLEASE SPREAD THIS WARNING TO OTHER CREATORS YOU KNOW AND LOVE! Block this user if you are a creator and report their blog if you can. This person really should not be on Tumblr. (PLEASE DO NOT SEND HATE—There is still a human being on the other end doing this, but FFS report them...)

@staff this person is a repeat offender with plagiarism. Myself and many other creators have more proof. Can you PLEASE do something about this?

#plagiarism #plagiarism alert

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sonic-au-collision · 1 month ago

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doromoni · 1 year ago

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Epilogue

fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : nothing ig?

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Certainty is not a word to describe life, as change is constant, and nothing can tell what tomorrow may bring. No day is perfect, and no day is the same as the ones before. Everything changes and not all people in our lives actually stay, and not everything that we planned is fated for us — but maybe it’s actually for the best.

I thought that I had lost myself when a person that I loved parted from my life. I thought that my everything was over when Charles Leclerc left me.— well I did, and it did, but I found a better version of me in the end.

Now, I could honestly say that I’ve forgiven all that had been done. I am truly thankful for everything that had happened in the past, for what I have now couldn’t have happened because of it.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Everyone, we would like for you to meet our sweetest angel, Jilian 💙.

We’ve decided that it was time that you all get to meet our most precious, baby girl. During the first few years of our baby, we have decided that it would be the best to keep her out of the spotlight and keep her to ourselves for the meantime. We hope that you understand and respect our decision and that everyone will show kindness to our angel.

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“Mommy, please hurry up! I don’t wanna miss Daddy’s race” and there goes my most precious little girl stomping her feet as she sped towards my legs hugging them in a death grip.

“I know, I know , my sweet . Mommy just needs a minute to fix my hair , then we’ll go see daddy, alright? Why don’t you choose which car you want Mommy to drive” I said trying to placate the pouting girl. Nodding eagerly, she dashed towards the garage.

She was a carbon copy of her dad, from her features to her attitude — She really was her daddy’s daughter alright. She even got his love for cars and his passion for the sport — I love her even more for it.

Hearing the small footsteps coming back, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Seeing my daughter bounce in excitement as she clutched the car keys in her tiny hands has brought the greatest of warmth to my heart. Zooming towards me she then pushed the keys to my hands, then making her way back to the garage. Looking down to key, a chuckle left my lips. As expected, my daughter knew what she wanted , her favorite — and of course it’s her daddy’s Ferrari 488 Pista.

After buckling my baby in her car seat, I drove us to the race circuit. Today was her first ever actual race and appearance to the public. Her father and I had agreed that it was about time to desensitize her to the motorsport world, since both of us are still active in our fields … plus she’s been begging to come with us rather than staying in with her nanny.

Feeling the excitement from my baby , as the circuit came nearer and fans wearing the colors of their teams rushing past our car — with some sending waves our way.

“Mommy, why are they saying hi? Are they friends?” My daughter asked with big eyes as she tried to take everything in.

“Yes sweetie, they are our friends! They also support daddy and other uncles’ racing.” I explained as I parked the car in the private lot.

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landonorris MY NIECE! MY NIECE! MY NIECE!

landonorris your favorite unkow wando is hereeee

y/n_stills. Hmmm favorite… sure.

oscarpiastri Mom! You brought Jillyyyyyy~ please let me babysit later! 🥺

y/n_stills. Well she did miss you

oscarpiastri YES! I promise I won’t leave her with lando!

Grabbing everything we need, I picked up my daughter and placed her on my hip. Her tiny arms circled my neck tightly growing shy from the attention we were getting from the fans as we walked through the paddock

“It’s ok baby. Mommy is here, their not gonna hurt you. Remember, they are our friends! Let’s go find your Daddy, hm?” I said soothingly as I placed a kiss on her forehead. Sensing that she was starting to get overwhelmed, I planned to move quicker to our motorhome, when a familiar voice shouted catching our attention.

“Y/N! Mon Petit Jillian! “

My Jillian physically perked up at the voice. Suddenly giddy , she squirmed at my hold. With a soft smile and with no choice but to let go , I looked at my daughter run towards the man with a squeal.

Jillian ran straight into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

———

“Charles, let’s talk please”

Here we are, where everything had all began. We are once again sitting beneath the stars , hidden from civilization, on the same beach where we poured our soul out for the world to hear.

He remained quiet as he looked at the crashing waves up ahead. Charles looked so peaceful, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Then a soft smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he looked straight into my eyes. Patting the place next to him as he looked back into the ocean, I then complied and took a seat beside him.

We sat their in complete silence, only savoring the peace that the both of us missed. He then spoke , his voice blending in with the sound of the waves crashing ahead of us.

“Do you really love him?” Charles had asked earnestly, there was no anger in his voice. His eyes were clear, holding only tranquility and peace.

“Yes, I do. I do love Max, so so much.” a smile growing , as I answered without a doubt. Charles turned silent again , this time closing his eyes. Yet , again a smile had shown in his lips, this time it reflected understanding acknowledgment, and then finally… acceptance.

“I was really a fool for what I did to you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being selfish and hindering you from your happiness . To be honest, I haven’t been alright for a while … even I don’t understand myself. I felt miserable and I felt that it wasn’t fair … and others should feel the same.”

“When I saw you getting along with everyone, I grew jealous and vindictive, specially when my entire family loved you instantly, I could never do that you know? I was blinded by my own faults, so I blamed you instead because it was easier. I had the mindset that you were mine and I that we should be hurting together… that you shouldn’t be happy when i’m not. I took everything out on you and you didn’t deserve any of it. Not at all. You deserve the entire world and more.”

Charles then looked back at me with the same eyes that looked at me when we first met — the same eyes that filled with the same spark… the spark of freedom.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything …. I’m letting you go. Be happy“

My tears gushed endlessly, as i choked on my sobs. Now Charles and I chanting a different promise to the same stars that witnessed our journey.

———

5 years had passed, and a lot has changed. All of us had moved on and had gone through with our lives. Everything has changed, all of us had matured to what we are now.

“How is my favorite little girl, doing? Did mommy let you play with the present I gave you?” Charles had lifted Jillian to his hip as he caught the toddler mid run. Rolling my eyes at the Monegasque driver, I went towards them.

“Noooooo , Uncle ChaCha! Mommy didn’t let me play with it yet! She said that I could play with it when I’m five!”

Seeing my daughter act petulant to her favorite uncle (Don’t tell Lando) brought a chuckle to the both of us.

“What? How dare Mommy say no to a princess?” Charles acted exaggeratedly

“ Well Mommy is the queen , and Daddy said that everyone should follow her orders” My baby said smartly.

“And Daddy stands by his statement! Mommy is always right!” Then the voice of my husband boomed behind me, and our daughter automatically jumping into her Daddy’s arms.

There stood with the biggest of smiles with our bundle of happiness, joy and love , our daughter settled in his arms, Max Emilian Verstappen , my husband, the father of our child, and the love of my life.

I didn’t need to hunt for affection any longer , Now I am surrounded by it .

Fin~

Thank you for reading, everyone 🤍

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bobfloydsbabe · 1 month ago

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Helena! I'm so excited for blurb night! And because you predicted correctly, I'm gonna lead with a request for historical EPB x Immy + "my soul just wants to be closer to yours." I'm imagining it in my mind's eye and I'm yearning, I swear. 🥰

Hope this helps flex your writing muscles!

Rebecca, this prompt is so damn good for these two. Not only are we yearning in this, but we are also in pain because Victorian Era society is so restrictive. I hate this for our favorite lady and her beloved professor. Enjoy!

BLURB NIGHT MASTERLIST

The scent of roses hits her nostrils as a night breeze blows through the garden and she hugs herself tighter, trying to stay warm. Her toes grow cold as the dew-covered grass wet her thin slippers, but she ignores for the sake of fresh air and her sanity. Anything to get out of that stifling house and her looming engagement.

When her father told her the duke had asked for her hand, she’d excused herself and wept in her room for nearly an hour. She should have been thrilled, excited even. But she’s not. The duke is not and never will be him.

“Lady Imogen.” She knows that voice, deep and gravely, sending a chill down her spine that has nothing to do with the chilly August night.

Imogen peers left and finds the Professor Floyd standing a few short paces away, keeping a respectful distance lest someone should see them and gossip. “Professor,” she greets with a tight smile. She’s still an Earl’s daughter. Soon, she will be a duchess.

“Are you alright, my lady?”

She hates the formality. Hates that this is all they can ever be, bound to dance around each other. The wall of society stands between them, but the fondness she sees in his eyes and the aching affection in hers is not enough. They can never be together.

“No,” she whispers and turns toward him, the hem of her dressing gown collecting dew from the grass. “No, I am not.” Her voice is stronger, more self-assured this time.

“My lady.” His voice is so gentle she hardly hears him. In a few long strides, he’s standing in front of her with his mussed hair from trying and failing to fall asleep. She longs to reach up and brush the stray curl away from his forehead.

Instead, she squares her shoulders and remembers the lessons her governess taught her as a child. “Leave me be, Professor,” she mutters. She can’t look him in the eyes knowing this will break both their hearts because he may not have uttered the words, but they both know them to be true.

“I can’t.” His ungloved hands cup her cold cheeks and she leans into his soft touch, savoring the moment of his skin on hers.

Raising her own hands, they cover his and remove them. “You must,” she pleads.

She tries to let him go, but he keeps hold of her hands. “I can’t,” he repeats, words more forceful than before. “I can’t, Imogen,” he insists. “My soul just wants to be closer to yours. I don’t think I could stop it even if I wanted to.”

Tears prickle behind her eyes. “Robert, please.” She longs to give in, to get lost in him and the firm grip he still has on her hands. But she can’t, so she pulls away from his warm touch and steps out of his embrace. Her next words will haunt both of them.

“The duke asked for my hand.”

Time stops. They’re frozen, eyes locked. Two hearts breaking on a cold and clear night.

i'll see myself out 🫡

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meggannn · 7 months ago

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aloy in the slack channel: everyone should be added now and assignments have been sent for the month so refresh your inboxes and ask gaia if you have any issues

erend: Go team!!

talanah: @everyone anyone want to hunt an apex stormbird with me, meet me by the west exist in 5min, bring your own arrows

varl: aloy when are you updating your icons, yours and talanahs are still the default so i keep getting you both confused

avad: Hello Am I Using This Correctly? How Is The Weather Out West?

anonymous: If you continue to fill this message board with prattle, I shall install a virus into the network that restricts you all to five messages per day before all your focuses will crash. Consider yourselves appropriately warned and do not touch the lab door for the next twelve hours, as I have cultures growing and the lab must remain at a certain temperature.

aloy: Sylens I know you know how to use mute so shut up and leave if you don't like it

alva: Hi everyone, and hi Sylens, just to let you know, I don't want to be presumptuous or anything but the plural of "focuses" is actually foci! Quen scholars have debated this rigorously, and colloquially the Old Ones said focuses all the time, but grammatically I just thought you might want to know the more accurate word!

alva: ALSO I'm so glad we can chat here now, I'll upload you all some files here so we can learn and use some terms that the Ancestors used! TTYS!!! (talk to you soon)

beta: Aloy keeps forgetting to respond to my request for admin access formally so I've hacked her account and am assigning myself a fellow moderator of this chat just to tell everyone this is for WORK ONLY. I'll make several separate threads for any other idle chat or interests, but please keep it on topic here.

kotallo: Hello, everyone. Apologies for the message, I'd just like to test that this text-to-speech function works. Send. Oh I needn't say "send"? Thank you, GAIA.

[beta has created #off-topic]

[beta has created #events-and-schedules]

[beta has created #find-a-friend-(to-take-you-down-the-mountain)]

[beta has created #old-world-resources]

erend: can we have one for music too?

[beta has created #old-world-music]

seyka: Hi all, am I doing this right?

anonymous: Enough.

[anonymous has locked this thread]

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mcyt-drabble-exchange · 7 months ago

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MCYT Drabble Exchange: Overview and Rules

Do you like writing? Do you like Minecraft youtubers? Do you, perhaps, like writing about Minecraft youtubers? Well, we do too! Only problem is, we often stay up late wagging our fists at a half-finished document, cursing the fact that writing is hard, life is busy and there's just not enough time in the day to sit down and make a good fic. Well, if you’re looking for a quick little block people centered writing challenge, then boy, do we have just the mini-event for you!

Welcome everyone to the 2024 (first ever!) MCYT Drabble Exchange!

TIMELINE: May 6th - sign ups open May 17th - sign ups close May 24th - all assignments sent May 25-26th - posting period May 26th 11:59pm BST - posting period ends [What time is it for me?] May 27th-June 2nd - treating week

SIGN UPS: [closed]

TREATING SHEET: [here]

RULES: 1. As per Tumblr and AO3 TOS, you must be over 13 to participate. 2. You agree to create a work of exactly 100 words by the given deadline, or contact a mod on Tumblr for your giftee to be reassigned. 3. You agree to abide by your giftee’s DNW. 4. Your work must focus on at least one requested character, but can include non requested characters. 5. All works must be MCYT-centric. 6. This is a 13+ exchange, there is no NSFW allowed. This applies to sexual content as well as extreme (e-rated) gore. 7. Make your gift in good faith - something that you think your giftee would like. 8. All violent/dark/triggering topics must be tagged appropriately. 9. No AI generated content.

POSTING: You can post your work to Tumblr or AO3, we don’t mind either! We do however require you make a Tumblr post tagging both this blog and your giftee. We have an AO3 Collection! Works posted to the collection might take a while to show up, so please don’t panic if you don't see yours! They need to be manually accepted.

So, what is a drabble? A drabble is a written work made up of exactly 100 words. Typically viewed as a challenge, drabbles are often meant to test a writer’s skill in brevity, seeing how efficiently they can communicate emotions or ideas through such tight restrictions. For this event, we are using this unique format to bring the joy of MCYT into the world! Think, how would a lighthearted interaction between Tubbo and Tommy play out? How many insults could Grian hurl at Jimmy? How much emotion can you squeeze out of QSMP Jaiden if you’ve only got her in your little writer hands for 100 words? For this event, we encourage you to be creative, try some new things, and most importantly, have fun! (To get a feel of what you’re working with, keep in mind that the previous paragraph has a word count of 120, twenty words over your limit!)

Are violent/triggering topics allowed? As MCYT content can often include violence, character death, murder games, and other such themes, we do allow them. However those are opt-in - if your giftee hasn’t asked for it, then don’t write it. If you do end up writing about these topics, make sure to tag appropriately!

What if I can’t finish on time? Contact us on this blog as soon as possible! A pinch hit will be sent out, and your giftee will be reassigned. If you do endup requesting a pinch hit, you will still get your own gift!

How will the matches be made? After the sign ups are done, the event mods will match everyone to ensure everyone gets to write what they signed up for! Once matches are made, you will receive your assignment via Tumblr DMs.

Can I make more than one gift? Of course! As long as it complies with your giftee’s requests you’re welcome to write as many drabbles as your heart desires!

I have a different question? Send us an ask or a DM!

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lovings4turn · 1 year ago

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oooh can i request SCREAM w james potter or neil perry and prompt number 8?

of course darling! i wasn't sure exactly which 8 you wanted, so i went with "our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break. they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear" but please lmk if it was another!! contains unprotected sex (remember protection is important!) banner taken from cafekitsune!

"you've got to be fucking kidding me." james voice is laced with annoyance as he briefly removes his hand from your knee to throw them it up exasperation, the other remaining firmly on his steering-wheel.

the road ahead of you both is essentially censored by the thick cloud of fog that hovers in the distance, making seeing anything more than a metre or two in front of you absolutely impossible. what was promised to be a light bout of mist has rapidly grown into almost impenetrable fog. james doesn't have the greatest eyesight at the best of times, so having his vision impaired by a deep cloud of grey is a less than ideal situation. clearly, you wont be able to continue driving for much longer.

it's no surprise, then, when james pulls over into the first slip-road he comes across, flipping the engine off and slumping back against his chair with a grunt.

"looks like we're stuck here for a while," james says, his voice slightly taunting as he begins to trail his hand further up your thigh. "such a shame."

through laughter, you make a futile gesture of pushing his hand from your knee. it's halfhearted, and james can tell that you're not really protesting to his advances. it's a game of cat and mouse, a way for you to see just how far james is willing to go for you.

"stuck two minutes off of the motorway, jamie," you remind him, a gentle reprimand. "we're still practically in public."

"ah, it's not like anyone'll see us, doll," james drawls, his lips forming a playful smirk. "fog's far too thick for that. doubt many people will be out and driving, anyways."

you consider his words and look at him with a coy grin, unaware that you're shifting closer to him in the already cramped front seat.

"yeah?" james asks, searching your face for any sign that you aren't comfortable. when you nod, he's leaning over the gearstick, cupping your face with his large palm and pushing his lips against yours.

it's a little messy, all tongue and teeth as james licks into your mouth, groaning lowly at the taste of you. he pulls back just enough to nip at your bottom lip before he attaches himself to your neck, sucking sharply against the skin there and delighting in the moan you let out.

just as he moves to kiss at your exposed collarbone, he huffs at the restricted movement your position in the car causes. pushing his seat back, james pats his lap, cocking his head towards his spread thighs in an attractive display of dominance.

not needing to be told twice, you manoeuvre yourself over the gearstick, being extra careful as to not bump your head on the car's roof and send james into a laughing fit - something which had happened once or twice before. the moment you lower yourself into his lap, james' large hands come to rest on your hips as he grinds up into you, pressing his hard cock against your clothed core with a shaky groan.

you're thankful you chose some loose gym shorts to wear for the journey, wanting to be comfortable more than anything. turns out, not only are they comfy, they're incredibly easy to push aside, something james finds out as he slips his hand into your panties and collects your wetness on the pads of his fingers.

"y'gonna ride me, darling?" his voice is hoarse and low, lips parted as sounds of pleasure escape his throat. "so fuckin' wet for me already. c'mon, love. take what you want from me."

james' loud, low moan signals the moment you sink down onto him. your walls flutter around him at the sound, body desperate to keep him deep inside of you and have him fill you up so nicely.

the way he snaps his hips up to meet yours is almost primal. you're sure that there will be tiny bruises littering your hips thanks to the way james is gripping onto you, lifting you up and down on his cock as he throws his head back against the headrest.

"fuck, love, taking me so fuckin' well," he grunts, praise splintering off into another low moan as he administers a harsh slap to your ass. "look at you. always so pretty when you're all filled up."

paired with his thrusts, his words make you chant his name like a prayer as you chase your orgasm, a whined 'james' leaving your mouth every time your hips meet.

a sharp sensation of pleasure runs through you as james' thumb circles your clit, the sensation causing you to see stars as your mouth falls open. your thighs twitch as you come with a broken moan of his name, eyes rolling back slightly as you twitch and writhe on his cock. the sight of you coming undone causes james' hips to stutter, and he drops his head to rest against your chest as he fucks you through your orgasm.

you can feel his dick twitch inside of you, and with a gentle warning, james comes with a strained fuck, collapsing against you and holding you tight in his arms. content with your skin pressed against his, james makes no effort to pull out. instead, he takes full advantage of the fog outside and the steamed up windows of his car to keep you all to himself for just a while longer.

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fallatyourfeet · 2 years ago

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Good For Business (Jealous Tommy Shelby x Female Reader) Part 2/2

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Summary: There is still no doubt that you're good for business, but maybe you're a little too good. And Tommy can't handle the consequences.

Reacquaint yourself with part 1 or read it for the first time here.

Word count: 1838

Warnings: Swearing. Jealousy. Reader being disrespected.

A/N: This was a long long long time coming. It was written in patches over a long period of time. So, I really hope it doesn't feel too disjointed. It’s actually the first thing I've posted in 5 months, FIVE, but I do hope it's not so long before I post another.

Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.

If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.

Tommy sat in his favourite restaurant, at his favourite table, with a tumbler of his favourite whisky residing in the palm of his hand, marveling you. You really were, good for business. The man sitting across from him, a man renowned for being nearly impossible to deal with, was like putty in your hands, and you weren’t even trying to turn on your charm. It was just you.

Bringing you along to this business deal was not an easy decision. Since that glorious day in the office of the Garrison, you had virtually lived in each other's pockets, but that didn’t mean he wanted you getting involved in his shady day to day business. Working at the Garrison as a paid employee was one thing, but getting directly mixed up in his business deals, well, that was an entirely different matter. But leaning back in his chair watching you unravel this tightly wound and notoriously difficult man, with a simple smile, was something to behold.

This very lucrative deal was for all intents and purposes, legal. However, Tommy’s long-term intentions were not exactly above board, and the very difficult and strait-laced, Joe Robertson, knew it. On multiple occasions he had refused to meet with Tommy on the account of his reputation, so when he finally agreed to sit down and talk, Tommy did his research. Not wanting to take anything by chance and blow the only opportunity he might have of securing a deal with this man. He left no stone unturned, barely falling short of knowing what he ate for breakfast. And boy, did Tommy pull out all the stops. But Joe was seemingly unimpressed, and Tommy thought all opportunity was lost. All until it was time for you to join them at the restaurant.

They were already sitting at the table; drink in hand, barely exchanging words with the contract lying forgotten on the table. Then you breezed through the door, instantly catching Joe’s eye. And that was the moment Tommy wondered, if maybe the only moral weakness the honourable Joe Robertson had, was you. A string of beautiful, well-dressed women had filed through the restaurant door for the past 45 minutes and he barely even noticed them. But your warm inviting smile and natural charm, had his features flickering to life and suddenly expectant when he realised you were being ushered towards them.

Both men stood up when you stopped at the edge of the table, Tommy offering you the seat between them, making introductions as he did so. “Joe, this is Miss Y/N Y/L/N... my better half... Y/N this is, Mr Joe Robertson.”

Tommy’s palm gently caressed your back as he guided you to your chair, noticing how the contact seized Joe’s attention, his eyes lingering on Tommy’s hand with a touch of jealousy. And yet, he nodded politely and greeted, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/L/N... I see Tommy’s good taste isn’t restricted solely to tailored suits and fine whisky.”

Your answering smile was stunning, and your words playfully disarming, “Yes. It seems his good taste also extends to future business partners too.”

Joe laughed, the effects of your playful flattery showing in the redness of his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he took a breath, “Well, we’re not quite there yet, but the evening has suddenly taken a more promising turn. Tell me, Miss Y/L/N, do you often accompany Mr Shelby to his business meetings?”

Tommy leaned across the table, reaching for the bottle of champagne he lifted it from the wine cooler and poured a glass. Handing it to you, he found himself holding back a smirk when you took a sip, savoured it, and replied, “No. But if the champagne is always as good as this, then yes, I do believe this meeting will be the first of many.”

Tommy relaxed back into his chair and lit a cigarette, happy to take the back seat while you worked your effortless magic. And the man was instantly under your spell.

With a nod of his head, Joe leaned towards you, his voice lowered just a little, “Well then, I’ll make sure to have a bottle of the finest champagne waiting for you whenever Mr Shelby and I arrange a meeting.”

Taking another sip, you settled into the curve of your chair and smiled. It was warm and genuine, and the hum leaving your lips formed a distinct appreciation for the champagne, before tipping your glass towards him, and replying, “Then let’s not leave it too long between drinks, Mr Robertson.”

The normally hard features of the strait-laced businessman were suddenly soft and pliable when he connected the edge of his glass with yours, “Let’s not.” And Tommy found himself butting out his cigarette to once again, sit back and appreciate his whisky, whilst marveling you.

And before long, you had done all but secure his signature across the dotted line of the contract. And yet, Tommy grew uneasy. Yes, Joe’s features remained soft and pliable as he soaked up every smile and word you spoke, but as the evening progressed, Tommy felt his upper lip tighten when Joe gazed a little too long across the silky skin of your bare shoulder. Fought the impulse to narrow his glare when he admired the soft curve of your bust with a little too much appreciation. And found himself rapping his cigarette case a little too forcefully against the tabletop, when the man, renowned for his unrivalled morals, failed to disguise the growing vile thoughts in his eyes. But Tommy endured it. All he needed was Joe’s signature and he would never have to see you spend another moment with the man. Surely, he could endure it for that long. Surely.

Dessert had just been ordered, and Tommy had managed to remain civil, when you stood up and brushed your hand across his shoulder, reaching for your clutch you excused yourself, “Gentlemen... excuse me a moment, while I disappear to powder my nose.”

Nodding his head, Tommy smiled, watching your retreating form as you made your way towards the ladies. Turning his attention to Joe, he found him doing the same, the hungry look in his eyes doing nothing to lessen the tight grip Tommy had around his tumbler. When you finally disappeared behind the door, Joe picked up the contract and reached inside his jacket pocket for a pen. “I think we have a deal, Mr Shelby. My lawyer has already combed through the contract you sent him and gave me the green light to make my own decision. However, there’s just one condition I’d like to add.”

Penning down an amendment to the contract, he skipped to the final page and signed it before pushing it across the table to Tommy, speaking as he did so. “I had no intention of signing this today or making any kind of deal with the likes of you, but I am willing to make an exception... if... you accept my ‘additional’ request.”

Not liking the edge that Joe’s voice suddenly carried, Tommy took a long slow breath in a calculated effort to calm himself. Yet, the strain still showed at the edges of his mouth, his voice harder than he intended, “an ‘additional’ request?”

Gripping the sides of his glass, Tommy’s fingertips turned white, his resolve almost shattering when his free hand sifted through to the amended page of the contract. There it was. Your name. Written in the ink of Joe’s messy scrawl. ‘A whole night with Mr Thomas Shelby’s better half, Miss Y/N Y/L/N.’

‘FUCKING WHAT?’ Tommy screamed the words inside his head.

Staring blindly at the page, the single sentence blurred into a mess of blue ink, the typed black font of the contract all but invisible to him. Clearing his throat, Tommy closed the contract with unnerving calm, though his internal dialogue was ropeable, ‘The fucking gall of this man. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he fucking realise who he’s dealing with?’

While it was true that Tommy’s virtues in the muddy world of business deals, were at best, questionable. And all he needed was to scribble his name right beside Joe’s signature, and the deal was done. Somehow, the thought of sharing you to secure probably his most lucrative deal to date, left him seething. Not to mention the poor whisky residing in his hand at risk of spilling across the table, if the crystal tumbler finally succumbed to his choking grip.

Lifting his head, he stared coldly into Joe’s eyes. This man. This so called, ‘moral honourable’ man, was requesting a night with you. One whole night to do with you as he pleased. Did he think you were some cheap common whore? With a deep breath, he raised his brow, his voice low and threatening, “Y/N is not a commodity of the Shelby Company, Mr Robertson. She cannot be bought sold or bartered with. And she is certainly, no whore”

Joe shook his head casually, “I’ve never been interested in whores, Mr Shelby... I’m interested in the lady currently powdering her nose.” Then leaning across the table, he tapped at the contract a few times, before offering Tommy his pen, “If you want this deal to close, you’ll sign this paper now... I will not consider any other deal.”

It took all of Tommy’s strength to keep from tipping the table over and grabbing the smug fuck by his collar. Wanting nothing more than to roll his hands into fists and break the man’s jaw. Would render so much gratification from seeing his smug pompous eyes roll around in his head. But Tommy had bigger plans, now. Forget the fucking contract. He didn’t need it anymore.

Taking Joe’s pen, he slipped it inside the pocket of his jacket, and stood from the chair. Emptying the whisky into his mouth, he grabbed his cigarettes, before taking the contract and rolling it up like a newspaper. Handing it to a passing busboy, he tipped him generously, before instructing, “Burn these worthless papers in the kitchen, eh?”

Standing there a long silent moment, Tommy watched the boy rush off towards the kitchen, just as you made your way out of the ladies. It could not have been more perfect timing. Turning his attention to Joe, he calmly smoothed over his jacket, before buttoning it up, then leaning towards him spoke with a cold and steely voice. “You’ve just made a big mistake... one big fucking mistake... You’ve disrespected the wrong woman, Mr Robertson. This is not going to end well for you.”

Taking you by the arm, he could see the confusion in your features, and the questions spilling from your eyes, but you said nothing. Nor did you even look back at Joe when Tommy spoke his farewell. “Apologies for the early departure, but I’m sure you’ll understand. I have a whole night to spend with this lovely lady... and I’d rather not waste any further of our time with you... Good night, Mr Robertson.”

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aishangotome · 4 months ago

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Ellis Twilight: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

♡———♡

Ellis: Sorry to keep you waiting, Jude.

Jude: ...Huh?

Seeing me with Ellis, Jude gave him a momentary look of exasperation, but surprisingly, he didn't say anything.

(—Or rather...)

Kate: I'll be accompanying you as a Fairytale Keeper, nice to meet you!

Jude: ...Tch.

He clicked his tongue at Ellis, as if he knew it was pointless to say anything, and completely ignored my presence.

Ellis: I delivered the instructions for the procurement department, which is setting sail today, last night.

Jude: Of course. If it hadn't arrived first thing in the mornin', I woulda docked your pay.

(Even though he works as a Crown member, he still has to do company work... They're both so busy.)

I observed them silently, trying not to get in the way, and followed behind Jude with Ellis.

From my observations, I learned that...

Jude's company, Raven Inc., was a diversified trading company with branches overseas and a wide range of businesses.

Whether it was negotiating in the VIP room of London's leading department store or meeting with the inspection staff at the Port of London, the time spent following the two of them flew by.

And as for their work performance...

Jude: No deal until ya make amends.

Jude: It's only natural since ya've done something wrong. If ya don't wannna get into debt, cough up blood and make up for it.

Jude, sharp-tongued and quick-witted, seemed to be respected by his business partners, envied by his competitors, and revered by his employees.

On the other hand—.

Ellis: It's okay, I'll take care of the rest.

Ellis: This document is easy to get wrong. I'll teach you if you don't understand, so let's fix it together.

Ellis, with his gentle demeanor and attentiveness, was well-liked by everyone he met, both inside and outside the company.

(They're a perfect pair of opposites.)

In the meantime, the short hand of Big Ben was approaching the top.

Jude: Ya don't hafta come to the head office. I dunno what they'll say if I show up with a bonus.

Ellis: Yeah, I got it.

Kate: Thank you for allowing me to accompany you.

Jude: ...Ha, I'm looking forward to hearin' ya say the same thing the next time we meet.

(What does he mean by that...?)

I tilted my head, not understanding the meaning of his words.

Jude: Ya brought her here, so ya clean up afta' her. I won't interfere.

Ellis: Yeah... that's the plan.

(...It seems like Ellis understands.)

Jude left without even glancing at me, and Ellis turned to face me.

Ellis: You must be tired. I'm sorry for dragging you around.

Kate: No, not at all! I'm quite strong. I've been trained by delivering mail.

Ellis: Oh, good. ...Then, while we're at it,

Ellis: Would you mind accompanying me a little longer?

A little more, please, he said, and the place he brought me to was--

(Why am I here...!? )

It was the post office where I used to work.

As I hesitated at the entrance, Ellis turned around.

Ellis: What's wrong?

(I'd like to ask you that...)

Kate: I have a lot of acquaintances here because it's my workplace... Is it okay to meet before the promised month?

Ellis: Victor said that there are no restrictions except for going out alone, so I think it's okay.

A more relaxed answer than I expected came back, and I blinked.

(It's not something someone being watched should say... Are you sure it's okay?)

Ellis: I have some mail to send. I'll take care of the procedures, so do as you please.

Kate: Yes...

He left me there and headed for the counter.

(What if I ask my acquaintances for help and confidential information is leaked...?)

I can't hide my confusion at the overly casual "surveillance."

(At least, Ellis... trusts that I won't do such a thing, right?)

(Or--)

(If information is leaked, at that point, everyone who knows, including me, will be eliminated...)

"Shall I kill you?"

I remembered him saying that so casually, and I shook my head in a hurry...

Coworker with Braids: Kate!?

Kate: Ah!

Coworker with Braids: It is Kate! Everyone, Kate is here!

At that voice, my colleagues gathered around.

Coworker with Red Hair: Kate, what's with suddenly working at the palace?

Coworker with Black Eyes: We were all worried about you.

(They're so worried just because I suddenly stopped coming to work.)

(I can't tell everyone the truth.)

(And I definitely can't tell them that I don't know if I'll be able to come back safely in a month.)

(But...)

I didn't want to worry them, so I swallowed my anxiety.

Kate: I'm fine. Although it's only my first day and I don't know left from right.

Kate: I'm sure it'll be alright.

Coworker with Braids: Well, Kate, who turned a difficult customer into a good customer, would be fine anywhere.

Coworker with Red Hair: We'd be in trouble if you disappeared suddenly. We'd be lonely.

Kate: I'm... really sorry about that. It was beyond my control.

Coworker with Braids: Well, you can't really refuse an order from the palace.

Coworker with Black Eyes: But we're rooting for you, Kate.

Coworker with Red Hair: Here, take this!

Coworker with Red Hair: We bought it together, thinking we'd give it to you if you stopped by. I'm glad we could give it to you.

Kate: Wow... this much?

Presents piled up in my arms.

A blanket, cookies from my favorite shop, letters from my colleagues.

Kate: Thank you...

I held happiness in my arms, but if I moved, I might drop something, so I couldn't move a step...

Ellis: I'll carry it. Let me have it.

The items were snatched away from me from the side.

The eyes of my colleagues turned to Ellis at once.

Coworker with Braids: Wait... Who!? Kate's boyfriend!?

Coworker with Red Hair: Ah, I know this guy! He's the one guarding the scary trader!

It turned into quite a commotion.

Coworker with Braids: Kate, explain your relationship with this handsome guy!

Kate: Uh, well... He's an acquaintance from my work at the palace. We just met yesterday.

Coworker with Braids: Hmm, but it seems like you're pretty close for that.

Coworker with Red Hair: Suspicious...!

Kate: Wait, everyone, calm down...

As I was trying to calm down my excited colleagues, Ellis took the rest of the presents from my arms.

Ellis: It's become a big fuss... I'm sorry. I'll wait outside.

Kate: Ah... I'm so sorry! I'll be right there.

Ellis: Take your time.

I gave a small bow to everyone and saw Ellis off as he headed outside.

(I made him worry...)

Coworker with Braids: Marriage before returning to work...?

Coworker with Red Hair: Congratulations.

Kate: I told you, it's not like that...!

---In the end, the commotion was abruptly stopped by the postmaster's voice from the back, telling us to "stop it."

After saying goodbye to my colleagues and going outside, Ellis, carrying the presents, was leaning against a streetlight, waiting for me.

(He looks like a picture, even from a distance.)

His figure, with a supple body and long limbs extending from it, stood out in the cityscape.

Kate: I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.

Ellis: No, not at all. ...You could have talked more.

Kate: It's fine! Um, my colleagues made some very rude remarks...

Even though we're just working together, I might have made him feel bad by being teased about being my boyfriend.

(If I could apologize somehow... Ah, that's right.)

Kate: There's a delicious baguette shop nearby. Please let me treat you there as an apology.

Ellis: ........

His light-filled eyes stared at me as if he had found something.

Ellis: I think I understand a little bit why you get so many presents.

Kate: Huh...?

With a large bag full of presents from my colleagues in his hand, Ellis took a step towards me and... brought his face close enough to touch my forehead.

Ellis: No, you don't have to treat me, but I'm curious about your recommended shop.

(...Ellis is still a mystery to me.)

But his kindness had definitely entered my heart.

As proof of that, our second meal together was much more lively than breakfast--

Kate: Wow, it's already this late...?

When we left the shop, dusk was approaching.

Ellis: ...Let's get back to the castle soon.

Ellis looked at the streetscape as it began to darken and coughed abruptly.

It was the first time I heard his voice with a slightly urgent nuance, and I was startled by my own excitement.

(I've kept him company for so long, but maybe he had plans for the evening.)

Kate: If we go through this alley, it's a bit of a shortcut.

With my knowledge of the area from my mail delivery days, I stepped into a narrow alley.

Ellis: Ah...

Ellis: ...Well, I guess it's okay if we're together.

We walked quickly through the alley, which was shaded from the sun and gradually getting darker.

We were almost at the bright street.

Man in Hunting Hat: ..........

Suddenly, a man appeared, blocking our way. I instinctively tried to avoid him by moving to the side of the road, but--

(Huh...?)

The man stepped forward, blocking my way.

I felt something strange in the air and turned around to see two more men appearing behind me.

Man in Hunting Hat: Are you Jude Jazza's woman?

(Jude?)

Kate: No, I'm not, but... who are you?

Man in Hunting Hat: We'll confirm the facts later. Capture her.

The three men suddenly took out knives from their pockets and attacked.

(Eh--huh!?)

Ellis: Kate, hold this for a moment.

Kate: Wah...!

In confusion, I received the luggage containing presents from my colleagues, and the black knife Ellis drew deflected the leading man's blade.

Ellis: It might be a little scary, but it'll be over soon.

(Eh....)

While I was speechless, he knocked out the men one after another, just as he said it would be "over soon."

It seemed that he had drawn the knife only to counter the blades, and basically, his long arms and legs were enough.

Ellis: ...Heave-ho.

He lined up the unconscious men on the roadside, and as if to finish them off, Ellis' hands touched the tops of their heads, and the wrists of the unconscious men snapped together as if in prayer.

Kate: Are you a wizard, Ellis...?

Ellis: That's the first time I've been called a wizard.

(I remember...)

--"Cursed ones" have abilities that ordinary humans don't.

Roger-san's voice echoed in my ears.

Kate: Is that... your ability, Ellis?

Ellis: Yes, it is. It's convenient not to need a rope at times like this.

Ellis smiled as if he had finished a task and came to my side, then lifted the luggage from my arms again.

Ellis: Jude is hated in many places, so he's often attacked like this.

Ellis: It was rare for him to be accompanied by a woman, so I guess they mistook you.

(Hated... I see.)

I can understand it somewhat thanks to my observation of his work during the day.

(It must be tough working at a trading company if being attacked like this is a daily occurrence.)

Ellis: ...I'm sorry.

Kate: There's no need for you to apologize, Ellis! Thank you for protecting me.

But Ellis lowered his eyebrows slightly and shook his head.

Ellis: Actually, I could have predicted this. That this might happen if I took you out.

Ellis: But... when you found out I was going to work today, you looked lonely.

Ellis: I brought you along on a whim. ...So, I'm sorry.

(Ellis...)

He said it was on a whim, but I knew more than enough that everything he did today was for me.

(Breakfast, telling me about everyone at Crown, letting me accompany him to work...)

(Maybe even taking me to the post office.)

Kate: I was happy all day today... so, there's really nothing to apologize for.

I wanted to tell him that I was grateful for his kindness, and I smiled at him.

Ellis: ...I see. That's good.

The smile that appeared on Ellis' lips was warm, like the last light of the setting sun... but perhaps because the approaching dusk was making me anxious, it strangely stirred the depths of my heart.

Back in my room, I opened the presents from my colleagues.

"I'm thinking of you, Kate."

"Keep in touch."

The kind words written in the letter from my colleague warmed my heart.

(I was able to receive this... thanks to Ellis taking me to the post office.)

Because Ellis tried to make me smile, I'm feeling so happy now.

I've stepped into a different world.

I can't go back to my everyday life for a month--

I was scared, but I felt like he was telling me, "It's okay."

(I feel more confident than I did this morning that I can get through this month.)

(Especially if Ellis is with me.)

--And the next morning, I woke up with renewed determination.

Victor: I heard, Kate. You were attacked by Jude's business rivals yesterday?

Kate: Ah, yes. But thanks to Ellis, nothing happened.

Victor: That's good, but... Miss Kate being put in danger before the contract expires--

Victor: --That means the Crown's confidential information is also at risk! Right?

Ellis: Yes.

Jude: ...I have a bad feelin' about this.

At that grumpy voice, Victor put on a big smile...

Victor: So, Jude, Ellis.

Victor: I want you two to take responsibility and become Kate's bodyguards!

(Huh!?)

Jude: Huh?

Ellis: ...Bodyguards?

Chapter 3

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stick-rick · 5 months ago

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Name's Rick, from dimension...whatever. I keep getting asked questions when visiting other dimensions so at least now maybe your questions can be restricted to here. Don't expect fast responses though. I get to them when I get to them.

About this Rick...

This RP blog was primarily inspired by stick figure series such as Henry Stickmin, Animator vs Animation, and raxdflipnote. Concept is mostly similar to Lego Spider-Man from Spider-Verse in a way.

Rick is 1 foot tall. You can figure the size of everything else out from there.

People outside of the 1st dimension wouldn't be able to survive from the compression (à la the 2D Planet from A Wrinkle in Time). Due to this compression, most Ricks' technology deconstructs and becomes ineffective. Think Abstract Thought from Inside Out.

With many Ricks trying to explore Stickman Rick's dimension unprepared, Stickman Rick spends a lot of his time trying to help see Ricks out of his dimension whenever he finds one.

When outside of his dimension, Stickman Rick is flat from the side like Teri from Gumball. Although, he's more solid and doesn't have the properties of paper. His texture is more like a whiteboard.

When most stick people are exposed to anything outside the 1st dimension, their heads will explode due to the inability to process the complexities of it. Rick is able to survive due to constantly being on Kalaxian Crystals and a force field he has designed for himself to survive the pressures of other dimensions.

Due to this, Morty and the rest of the family is banned from viewing Rick's social media to avoid seeing anything above the 1st dimension. That doesn't stop them from trying though.

Send asks to learn more! You can send Morty asks too but they'll be answered by Rick.

Rules!

I'm still pretty new to RPing on Tumblr, so feel free to give me any pointers!

Due to the subject of this blog, minors DNI!!! I won't be interacting to posts made explicitly by minors. You can come back once you turn 18. (Mun is 22)

Everything posted here is from Stickman Rick unless tagged OOC.

I am multi-fandom! With that being the case, please DM me before interacting if you're RPing from another fandom as there may be the chance that I'm not too familiar with it.

Please ask about long-term or restricted scenarios such as ships, forced living arrangements, extreme/disastrous events, etc. I am not comfortable with godmodding. My DMs are open for discussion if you wanna work something out!

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vesselandmoon · 5 months ago

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The Chalice

NSFW so please, 18+ for readers on this one. This has nothing to do with the main Sleep Token fic I've been working on, it's just smut for the sake of it I suppose. I wasn't going to post but @hookedhobbies has me trying to step out of my comfort zone haha. I appreciate it, truly. That being said, please read the content warnings and tags. If I forgot something, let me know and I'll add it.

CW: candle wax, rituals(sort of), bondage/shibari, spanking, cum eating, body worship, ice, sexually explicit content, breath play, blood play and knife things(mild), creampie, deep throat, edging/orgasm denial(mild), marking by way of paint, biting, raw sex, size difference (kind of)

When Celie is allowed to be an altar for an offering to Vessel, she gets pulled into a situation she didn't expect.

When Aracelia agreed to partake in a ritual, she thought she knew what to expect. She was aware of the terms well ahead of time. Given every opportunity to back out and yet there she was, standing at the back door of a club in a dark alley. A single light over the door was more ominous than she liked, but she knocked anyway, the hollow metallic sound echoing from brick walls.

A tall man in a mask opened the door and she flinched. III. The white and gold mask hid his eyes in shadow but the mouth was missing. The entire lower half of the mask was gone and instead everything was covered in deep blue body paint. She’d seen pictures of him before with bright red hair, but it was black now but just as messy and wild. Everything about his outfit felt tight. Restricted. Leather pants with lacing up the sides and a corset that bared more deep blue paint.

He’d been the one she’d had the most contact with in terms of discussing hard limits but seeing him face to face (so to speak) was more than a little intimidating. He cast his eyes down at her, then around the alley before moving aside so she could enter.

Inside was cold and dark, with only a faint red glow from lights along the ceiling. III closed the door, plunging them into darkness. He put a hand to the middle of her back and led her forward, guiding her through the narrow hallway. His hand was hot through her shirt, sending a shiver down her spine as the chill in the building had caused goosebumps to rise on her arms.

From somewhere far off she could hear the faintest music but III guided her into a room well before they got close enough to hear what was being played. Inside was silent and sent shivers though her for a completely different reason.

Intricate rigging in the center of the room told her that the bondage she’d been asked about referred to shibari and it would be likely that she’d be unable to move. A circle was drawn on the floor with symbols she didn’t recognize. Oh, so they were really taking it seriously as a ritual. Candlelight cast long shadows of other figures in the room. II and IV, who stood stone still, watching her.

There was an altar pushed against a wall, already set out with several instruments. A silver goblet, a dagger with a curved blade, unlit red candles, a bucket of ice, and coils of rope.

“Do you understand your role in this ritual?” II asked. The lower half of his face was coated in gold paint under his black half mask. Intense grey blue eyes followed her as she placed her bag on the floor near the altar.

“I am earth, right?” she said, looking to III who gave her a confirming nod.

II wound a length of red rope around his fist. His arms were bare to the elbow where his sleeves had been pulled up and skin hidden under the same gold paint that adorned his face.

“Earth is usually unmoving,” II said. “Solid. Centered. A balance between life giving, nurturing, mother,” his eyes slid to her belly, then back to meet hers, “and the unrelenting destructive force of… a woman scorned.” He grinned.

Aracelia wondered how much he expected her to live up to either of those ideas. She couldn’t have children; it was one of the reasons she’d been chosen. Hell, it was one of the reasons she’d considered what they offered in the first place. With all the other hoops she had to jump through to be here, this meeting had no consequences. At least none that she foresaw.

On the other hand, she’d not have the rage to be his scorned woman. She had no ill feelings toward any of them, but she kept her mouth shut. If they chose to see her as earth in this equation, she’d not argue.

“What do you prefer to be called?” III asked. “Aracelia?”

She shook her head. “Celie is fine.”

“Let’s get to this. Strip down.”

IV chuckled and II let out an annoyed sigh.

Why did it have to be to awkward? She was going to be nude, it was part of it, but stripping herself in front of them with absolutely no easing into it had her cheeks flushed. Celie tucked her clothes away in her bag and turned to face them, feeling the urge to cover herself but they were already eying her like a piece of meat and her mouth went dry.

“Come,” II motioned and IV began to circle the room. She could hear his leather jacket as he moved, his bare torse underneath painted red that extended all the way up his neck and face to disappear under his half mask. When he came into view again a smile played on his lips, their true color showing through cracks in the crimson.

Celie closed her eyes as II began to wrap her arms in ropes. The soft dragging across her skin along with the cool air on her skin made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She flinched a little as III came up behind her and began to gather her black curls to the crown of her head. His fingertips through her hair had her breath catching in her throat.

II took his time in wrapping the ropes, binding her arms so they bent at the elbow while III tied her hair in a messy but secure bun. His hands slid down her back and he nipped at her neck from behind when II shooed him away.

“Patience,” II scolded and III glared at him before joining IV in watching as Celie was bound. Every moment that passed removed more and more her ability to move as II connected her wrists behind her neck. He created a collar to bind her wrists to her throat, the intensity in his eyes speaking to his own self-restraint.

“Watch it,” IV growled as II lingered too long around Celie’s breasts, the backs of his fingers lingering on her nipples which were already erect from cold. And partially III’s bite to her neck. It had made her shake but II was intent on taking his time. Meanwhile, III and IV were practically pacing.

II was enjoying himself. A faint smirk on his lips. This wasn’t just about teasing her, it was about testing III and IV. Pushing the limits of their self-control. Once he had her bound down to her hips he motioned the others to assist him in getting her suspended at the right height and position.

Most of her weight was on her hips and shoulders but it wasn’t uncomfortable. She was looking down at the floor, back arched, legs apart. Her head was a little lower than her ass but not to the point that she could feel the blood rushing to her face. II knew what he was doing and she wondered how many of these rituals had taken place before she came around.

“Like a falling angel,” II said, tracing a line down her side, across the ropes that bound her thighs. “But I don’t like this.” He let her hair fall loose from III’s bun, then brushed it gently away from her face. One lst element he added was something akin to a chain dog choker which hung loose around her neck. Admiring his work, II backed away and motioned to III. “She’s all yours. Don’t ruin her before we even get started properly.”

III didn’t reply. He circled Celie like a shark, eyeing every inch of her. If she was earth, the blue of his paint meant he was water. III took the silver bucket of ice and placed a piece her throat, eliciting a small gasp. His hands were so hot they melted the ice on her skin, dragging it along the curve of her breast. Water dripped to the floor and II grumbled.

It didn’t throw III off, however, he got on his knees and used his tongue to remove the excess water from her skin. The mixture of cold from the ice and heat from his mouth made her shiver. He was like a thirsting man in the dessert, soft moans escaping his throat as he sucked her nipples, his tongue encircling them where the water gathered.

Blue paint smeared across her breasts from his lips. Every inch of her body craved more and yet the other two watching and not participating made her feel vulnerable. III’s massive hands slid up her throat, teasing her mouth with an ice cube which she gratefully accepted. His finger slipped in as she did, the taste of his body paint making her grimace.

He chuckled against her chest, easing up until he could kiss her. A piece of ice pressed against her lips and she took it greedily, trying to erase the taste of paint. His hair tickled her cheeks as she tried to deepen the kiss but he sat back on his heels with a mischievous look in his eye.

When he stood she could see his cock crushed against his body in his tight leather pants. He disappeared behind her with the bucket of ice, a pleased hum as he saw that she was wet. Celie’ blushed and bit her lip, unwilling to look at II and IV.

An ice cube against the bare skin of her pussy made her twitch as she tried to pull her legs together. Goosebumps covered her skin but III wasn’t concerned. He pushed an ice cube into her and she gasped at the sensation.

“Quiet her, would you?” III muttered and without question IV stepped in and dropped to his knees, kissing her so hard her teeth cut into her lower lip. Blood trickled from the little cut and he quickly sucked it away, locking eyes with her in a way that made her feel he was staring into her soul.

IV grabbed the chain around her neck and pulled, tightening it somewhat before II caught him.

“That’s mine,” II warned and IV stopped kissing her long enough to bare his teeth at II but stopped the moment II took a step toward him. IV cut his piercing blue eyes at II but released the chain, dragging his nails along her sides instead.

Celie moaned into his mouth, eyes gone wide as III began pushing piece after piece of ice into her. His pace was rapid and her insides already felt full of ice. IV grabbed her face and pushed his tongue past her teeth as III kept stuffing her with ice until water dripped into a puddle on the floor. Having one cube was a nice sensation but there were so many she wondered if it was safe.

III poised his cock to enter her and she tried to protest, to ask if there was room, but he pushed in and ice slid out around him, skittering across the floor. Celie’s eyes rolled back and her breath caught in as a whimper in her throat.

IV laughed darkly, thumbing her nipples. “Keep quiet and take him.”

“Fuck,” III moaned, grabbing her hips and keeping himself deep inside her. IV tilted his head, looking down toward her belly where he placed his hand.

“I can feel how full she is,” IV said, tongue flicking across his lower lip. With every thrust the ice melted around III’s cock which was blindingly hot mixed with the ice. Every inch inside of her was overwhelmed with sensations but she didn’t know if she wanted him to stop. They’d discussed a safe word long before she’d shown up but god she didn’t want to use it.

Her muscles tensed and released as she tried to squirm against the ropes. She wanted to touch, to grab and claw and stroke but was unable and it drove her crazy.

IV shuffled closer to her belly, kissing a line from her belly button to her clit where he greedily lapped at the water that gushed from her every time III drove his cock into her. It was too much all at once and she neared orgasm only for III to bury deep in her and stop moving.

“Listen to her whimper,” IV teased, locking his hands over his head and around her back, pulling her uncomfortably. “She takes you so well.”

“Fuck off and wait your turn,” III said, pushing IV away with his foot. He grabbed the ropes at Celie’s hips and began pounding into her without mercy. Her head swam and he pulled her higher to meet him and the blood rushed to her face. IV cursed at III and rolled out from under Celie, retreating to II.

III swatted Celie’s ass with a sharp strike and she cried out in pain but III groaned as her insides clenched tight around him with the impact.

“III,” II’s tone was dark, warning, but III was undeterred. He wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her back into him, the ropes no longer holding her weight. Celie’s head fell back against his shoulder words lost on her. He supported her with one hand and struck her again with the other. Tears pricked her eyes and his teeth found her neck but they caught the metal collar, scraping against it. “III, that’s enough,” II demanded and III shot him a bird.

II wound a rope around his fist and stepped up to stop III an instant before III buried his cock deep inside her, his head pounding against her cervix as he came. Celie could feel it pumping inside her as II quickly grabbed her from III and guided her gently back down until the ropes held her once more.

The floor between III’s boots was soaking wet but somehow he’d managed to keep every drop of cum inside of her. Panting he stepped away, cock still twitching. Her orgasm eased away with much frustration.

“That was too far,” II said but III rolled his eyes.

“She didn’t safe word,” he said.

Celie’s heart was pounding, breath escaping her in shaky exhales. Her insides were on fire, her ass throbbing with every beat of her heart from where he struck her. III knelt way down to lift her chin and kiss her tenderly, drawing his thumb across her cheek.

“You took me so fuckin’ well,” he whispered as IV lit one of the red candles on the altar. III’s eyes cut over to IV. “Water has a crushing force, but fire consumes.”

Without explaining he stepped away, hand kneeding his cock through his pants as IV circled her. Candlelight flickered across his mask, several streaks of paint smeared down his torso from sucking water from her body. He licked his lips and stopped in front of her, freeing his cock and poising it at the level of her mouth.

“Maybe this’ll keep you quiet while you get used to what I have to offer,” IV mused, cupping his hand under her throat as she took him between her lips. “Just don’t bite me and maybe we can be friends,” he teased, a rumble in his chest as she sucked the head of his dick, swirling her tongue around it.

If anything, she didn’t want to walk away saying she could have done more. Not that she cried at being spanked. Hot wax down her back caught her off guard and she tensed, arching her back and taking his cock straight to her throat. She could feel the bulge against his palm and her eyes watered so bad she couldn’t see but she could feel his knees almost buckle.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, trying to laugh his way through it. “I’m not comin’ in your mouth love, don’t go so hard, fuck.”

“It’s not her fault you can’t handle some deep throat,” III teased. “She’s so pretty with tears streaking her cheeks.”

IV swatted at III’s hand when he got too close. “You had your turn.”

“And you were practically sucking my dick when I did,” III shot but II stepped between them, pushing III back.

“Don’t get greedy, IV,” II said but IV dripped more wax down Celie’s spine, the crimson beads racing down the curve of her spine before drying. She moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, clenching and unclenching her fists since it was all she could do.

The scent of his leather jacket was overwhelming in her nose as he pushed in and out of her mouth at a leisurely pace. Her cheeks spread, throat expanded almost to the point of pain but the wax on her skin took some of the attention away from that.

“Don’t damage her larynx,” II said.

“I’m going slow, aren’t I?” IV snapped. “Fuck sake II, you act like I’m trying to suffocate her on my cock. She can’t breathe, she’s fine. It’s that right, sweetheart?”

Celie hummed with the head of his dick against the opening of his throat and his head fell back with a shaky moan. One hand found the back of her head, twisting into her hair as she took him deep, saliva welling up around her lips. He pushed too far, past what she was expecting and she gagged, the heaving sensation accompanied by tears streaking down to her chin.

“Sorry love,” IV said as II was about to scold him. He pulled out of her mouth, placing his thumb on the middle of her tongue. “Look at me.” She obeyed and he bit his lips as he looked down at her, mouth open as she looked at him through dark lashes. “Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect. I think we should keep her.”

“Add your offering and fuck off,” III said, taking IV’s place while he moved around behind her.

Taking III’s cock wasn’t going to work the same way as taking IV’s. It was too damn thick and the head wouldn’t be able to push past her mouth. Still she did what she could considering her mouth was stretched around him. How the hell had she taken him inside of her? The ice must have messed with her perception.

III rubbed the back of her neck, massaging into the hair at the base of her skull as she tasted what remined of their combined juices and water from his skin. She wished she could have come for him, but he didn’t seem to mind that she hadn’t.

IV was in to hurry to fuck her like III had been. He was too involved with dripping wax across her ass cheeks, adding to the burn of IV’s spanking.

“Don’t you fucking hurt her,” IV warned as Celie gagged a little on III.

“Says you leaving welts with your wax.” III arched a brow.

“Act like I don’t see these handprints. You bruised her.”

“Focus,” II said. He was growing impatient and frustrated, hands tight behind his back but she could see the hunger in his eyes. Why hadn’t he joined? Was there a rule she wasn’t aware of? IV had cut in on III’s time but perhaps his role as fire allowed for it?

Achingly slow, IV sank two fingers into Celie’s pussy, testing and teasing.

“Don’t push out my offering,” III warned.

“I just want a taste.”

Celie could hear IV groan and suck his fingers before the soft head of his cock pressed against her. Taking him wasn’t as overstimulating as III but feeling raw skin inside of her set her on fire. No intense heat, no intense cold. Just the velvety sensation of skin on skin and if she wasn’t mistaken, a piercing. Hard and unforgiving but rubbing all the right places.

III in her mouth, IV inside of her and holding perfectly still, hot wax gliding along the ropes. She needed him to move. Needed him to thrust and take her as III had but he buried himself and kept still until she moaned, frustrated, against III’s dick.

“This isn’t the time for cock warming,” II said.

“What happened to patience?” IV teased. He spread her ass apart to get a better view. “Hmm II, you should see how swollen her pretty little cunt is. I think you used too much ice, III.”

“I am going to make you regret this,” II said but III pulled away.

“C’mon,” III said, motioning II to a position at Celie’s head. He hesitated only a moment before stepping up. “And quit being a buzz kill already.”

Celie could take II like she took IV but there was a sense of desperation as if sucking him hard would make IV move inside of her instead of sitting still. Her thighs tried to tighten around his hips to push him into movement but to no avail and she was almost to the point of tears to get some sort of relief.

“My god,” II breathed, wrapping the chain around his fist. “IV, if you don’t start moving she’s going to devour me whole.”

“Who can’t handle head now?” IV smirked and III slapped Celie’s ass again, making her cry out and jump. “Mother fucker,” IV moaned as Celie’s pussy clenched around him at the shock of pain. “Evil bastard, get the hell away.” Wax flung across the floor as IV splashed it toward III, putting the candle out by accident.

II tightened the collar, cutting off air as his cock also pushed into her throat. Without warning, she had no time to take a breath first and her lungs were already burning. Her head swam and dizziness overtook her as she tried to swallow around him to no avail.

She squirmed, feeling a little afraid that she might pass out but as if on cue, IV drew back and pounded into her at the exact moment that II released the chain and pulled his cock away, allowing air to flood into her lungs. The rush was incredible, her pupils dilated, elation rushing into every inch.

“Whatever you just did, do it again,” IV said and II chuckled, pleased with himself.

“Ah, fire needs assistance from air?” II said darkly. IV drew his fingers in a heart shape over one of the handprints on her ass. She got the feeling they were leaving marks all over her body. Not just in the form of welts, bruises, and minor burns, but in the colors of their body paint which had begun to smear from water and sweat.

Celie wanted to beg them to let her come. She’d already been so close but with II’s cock in her mouth she couldn’t ask. IV’s nails dragged down her back and she arched to meet him. He chuckled and kneeded her lower back. Why couldn’t he put those hands to better use? Her clit had been untouched since he sucked it earlier and his long smooth thrusts were driving her crazy.

The collar tightened, restricting her breathing. “Good girl,” II purred, stroking her cheek as he cut off her air. “Don’t struggle, I won’t hurt you. Do you feel your lungs burning? Hmm, your throat is struggling against my cock. Your body craves air, hm?”

“You say I’m evil for a smack on the ass?” III asked IV as he circled and got on his knees, kissing along Celie’s ribs. He pressed his lips to her sternum, hands cupping her breasts. “Her heart is pounding.”

Too many hands. Too many cocks. Too much sensation and not enough air.

Just when darkness eased into her vision, II let go and pulled out again but IV didn’t stop as she gasped for air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” IV whimpered, his rhythm becoming almost frantic. He was shaking, she could feel it in his grip around her waist.

“Let go, IV,” II said calmly. “Come inside her, IV. Stop delaying the inevitable. Vessel will be here soon and our little chalice in nowhere near ready.”

“Shut up,” IV breathed and Celie panted.

“P-please don’t stop,” she begged, needing some form of release. If IV could keep going just a little longer she could finish and be ready for II. “Please.”

“Listen to her beg,” III said, taking one of her nipples in his teeth. It hurt, sending a jolt of pain to her belly. “She keeps that up and I might agree with IV to keep her.”

IV couldn’t handle the begging and his legs nearly buckled when he came, holding onto the ropes for support but Celie withered, letting her head hang. So fucking close all over again and she was shaking.

“Please,” she begged, tears in her voice.

“Sorry love,” III nipped at her neck. “It’s not your turn.”

II dragged his thumb across her lips, then wiped her tears away, leaving gold paint across her cheeks. “It’ll be worth it in the end, I promise. Hold out just a little longer.”

“Should we get the blood ritual ready?” IV asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” II replied. “I won’t make her suffer much longer.” He leaned in close to her pussy, breath hot on her skin, making her writhe. “You two took too much time. I don’t think she can handle more.”

“It’s okay, I’ll let you tie me up later,” III offered.

“You know, if we keep her, you can have your own fun later,” IV said. They kept referring to keeping her and while she wanted to know exactly what that meant, she’d have done anything they asked for relief.

Celie ached for him to fuck her but all she could hear was him jacking off behind her, the head of his cock grazing her every once in a while.

IV and III sat near Celie’s face, taking turns kissing her while they prepared the blade. They dragged the blade across their forearms just enough for a little blood to fall into the silver goblet that had been on the altar before.

“Are you afraid?” III asked, kissing a line from her jaw to her ear.

Celie couldn’t think clearly enough to know if she felt anything other than sexual frustration. All she could do was shake her head as the blade met the flesh under her right collarbone.

“Take a deep breath,” IV said. “Focus on, III. That’s my good girl.”

III cupper her face and kissed her as IV drew the blade across her skin. She hissed in pain but after IV collected the blood he pressed a clean cloth to the wound.

“Perfect,” he said, him and III peppering her face with kisses. She almost forgot that II was still stroking himself behind her, his soft moans lost in the ringing in her ears.

II barely got the head of his dick into her before he came, twitching and shuddering as he did. She wished she got more time with them. That she could have been free to indulge in them equally and that was enough to bubble up a mix of emotions in her. She knew she’d feel better if they had allowed her to come with them, but they seemed much more intent on making sure that didn’t happen.

Celie didn’t hear the door open, but she did hear it close, the others scattering as Vessel approached. The room fell into silence as II, III, and IV cleaned their wounds and took places around the circle.

Vessel got on one knee to look her in the eye but she couldn’t see anything past the multi eyed slits of his mask. His mouth was relaxed, giving nothing away as to what he was thinking or feeling. Even his footsteps were silent as he backed away. The only sound he made was the gentle tinkling of his necklaces when he moved.

He motioned and the others immediately encircled her, IV and III holding her in position as II untied her. They came off with surprising ease. III held her up as IV covered the floor with a plush mat. Gently III eased her to the floor and helped her to her back without spilling their offerings.

She became the altar.

Vessel’s black painted hands hovered barely over her skin as he knelt between her knees. The others sat around the circle in silence. Celie shuddered, feeling she was breathing too hard. For the first time she could see parts of her own body, smeared with red, gold, and blue paint. She wanted to touch herself or at least to clench her thighs tight together but Vessel put a knee between her legs, but not touching her.

He leaned over her, bracing on his hands, his necklaces tickling her belly.

II tasted the blood in the goblet and kissed Vessel, lingering as Vessel traced his fingertips across II’s jaw. III was next, pushing against Vessel, which elicited an amused chuckle from him as he gently pushed III away, a drop of blood dripping onto Celie’s throat. IV was last but he was just as greedy with Vessel as he had been with Celie, blood spattering down on her as he crushed his mouth against Vessel’s.

“You lost control with this one.” Vessel’s tone was soft when he looked down on Celie, his tongue slowly swiping the blood from her throat before kissing her. She couldn’t help but slip her hands under his hood, feeling his hair between her fingers as she pulled him close, desperate for anything he’d give her.

He hummed against her lips, then pulled away, indulging in her body with a line of kissed down her throat, across the marks from II’s chain. Lips feather light between her breasts, dragging across her belly in a way that made her whimper in desperation. She needed him. Needed relief.

She thought she was going to black out when his tongue entered her. The urge to grab him was overwhelming but III said that during this part she wasn’t supposed to touch him. II took her hands in his own from where he sat by her head. Vessel drank of them. His tongue delved deep, searching for his offering in quiet desperation.

Celie’s legs shook, the scent of blood and incense clung to Vessel and made her feel dizzy. Long shadows across the ceiling added to the sensation of the room spinning.

Vessel’s mouth was on hers again so fast she didn’t know what to expect, the taste of cum and blood on his lips. II let her go and she put her arms around Vessel’s neck.

He sat up and pulled her into his lap. His pants were pulled down just enough to show where the black paint smeared across his pale hips and she willingly slid down on him, enveloping him entirely. He was as desperate with his kisses as III had been drinking the water from her skin before. Black smears covered over the colorful ones the others had left as he ran his hands along her body.

The warmth of his skin, the way he caressed her, the desire in his kiss, brought tears to her eyes. She didn’t think she could get behind it being a ritual. She didn’t think she could see it as more than an intense sexual encounter but after what she’d been though, only to be treated so lovingly by Vessel was the closest thing she could attribute to a spiritual awakening.

“What a beautiful altar,” he whispered against her skin. “You were too rough with her,” he said, tracing the line of II’s chain around her throat to a place where she’d been bitten and a bruise had begun to form. His kiss was light and gentle, fingertips sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs, feeling his way around stretchmarks that made her wince.

Celie’s hands went to cover the marks but Vessel caught her wrists, pressing his thumbs into her palms. He shook his head.

“Don’t be insecure,” he said. “The nature of the body is imperfection, that’s what makes it beautiful.”

He rocked her on his hips and continued to caress her stretch marks, moving up her ribs to her sides which still stung from IV’s nails. Vessel’s teeth grazed her jaw and he kissed a line to the bite mark and gave her a gentle nip.

III had mentioned that sometimes Vessel liked to bite but that he’d not go too far. She wondered if he was holding back because she was already sore and marked by those who came before. He was being gentle but there was a deliberate motion to his hips. He wanted more. Every time he pushed into her drove her closer to the edge. Whether he was ready or not, she couldn’t wait any longer.

Begging had done no good before and there was no fighting the chills Vessel gave her. How did it seem that his hands, his mouth, was everywhere all at once? The taste of tears on his tongue confused her. Were they hers or his? The others melted away as her body began to cave to his touch.

He cradled the back of her neck and pulled her close, allowing her to cling to him as she was finally allowed release. While he wasn’t as vocal about it as the others, he kept her close when he came, biting her shoulder as he did.

Every ounce of energy left her body and she went limp against Vessel. Her head swam as the others closed in, muttering things too quiet for her to hear as they kissed her and Vessel on the cheeks.

“So, can we keep her?” III asked and IV swatted at his chest.

Vessel smirked down at Celie where she was practically asleep against him, arms curled in close to his chest. “That would be up to her.”

#sleep token fanfiction #occasional misbehavior fic #this is also on ao3 #tw knife #tw blood #tw breath play

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