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cosmicdenro · 3 months ago
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good lort
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tpwk-formula1 · 2 months ago
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Hiii! Just read your fist pizza order and I looooved it so I thought I might as well give you some writing to do!
Could I please have a pizza with cauliflower crust, Alfredo sauce, banana peppers and broccoli? With some sprite and lemonade and dessert please! And served by franco (I need him to be the sunshine in this)!
Thank you so so much 🥰🥰
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Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
cauliflower grumpy x sunshine Alfredo sauce sweet sex banana peppers "Look so pretty riding my cock" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" sprite size kink lemonade body worship dessert yes served by Franco Colapinto
Franco x grumpy! girlfriend
TW A short one, morning sex, riding, unprotected sex
WC 800+
Y/N POV
"Good morning pretty girl," Franco mumbles when he starts to wake up from my nails running across his shirt-covered back. He starts turning onto his side and pulling me slower to his chest making me groan.
"It's too early," I mumble back making Franco giggle softly at my morning moodiness.
"Why is it that your alarm always wakes me up and never you?" I question with an arched brow making Franco's face heat slightly from being called out before he just shrugs. He'd much rather wake up to his girlfriend's touch anyway.
"Come on baby, we have a big day!" Franco says with far too much excitement making me bury my face back into his chest not waiting to leave the bed.
"No," I grumble gripping onto the back of Franco's shirt not wanting him to get out of the bed either.
"Come on," Franco says dragging out the "n".
"20 minutes," I say coldly making Franco giggle but relax slightly into my arms.
"Gonna make us late baby," Franco says but still making not move to get out of bed.
"Babe, we don't need to be in the paddock for another 3 hours, 20 minutes wont kill us," I tell him making him shrug.
"Just excited for my first race," Franco says with a smile on his face making me smile softly at him.
It was Monza race day which means it's Franco's first Grand Prix in Formula 1 and he has been extremely anties the whole time.
"I know, and I'm happy for you," I tell him softly before pulling him in for a soft kiss.
What was supposed to be just a quick peck slowly turns into a heated makeout session, resulting in me climbing into Frnaco's lap and grinding down on his hardening cock.
"Fuck baby, we don't have time," Franco groans making me grind down harder, making both of us whine at the pleasure coursing through us.
"Please, we have time," I say while pulling off the shirt I had slept in the night before. I start pushing Franco's shirt up to reviel his tones abs and chest when I instantly lean down and start kissing him neck and chest before pushing myself down a little further pulling his boxers down slightly before pulling his cock into my mouth for a soft suck making Franco groan.
"Fuck baby, so good," Franco groans when I start bobbing my head softly.
"We'll be quick," I say as if he needed any further convincing.
"Come ride me, baby," Franco says clearly having no patience. I just giggle and roll my eyes at his neediness before climbing back into Franco's lap and sinking down his cock when I pull my thong to the side.
"Fuck," I groan at the stretch before I slowly start rocking my hips trying to gain stimulation before I start bouncing up and down making Franco moan.
"Look so pretty riding my cock," Franco moans out softly making my face heat up slightly at the praise.
"It's so good baby," I mumble softly.
"Fuck, always so good for me," Franco groans moving his hands to my hips and giving them a hard squeeze before he starts helping me bounce on his cock.
"I'm close," I moan out already starting to get shakey legs, which has Franco flipping us over so he was now hovering over me and pounding into my pussy making me moan and whine at the stimulation.
"Fuck," I moan when the new angle has Franco hitting a new spot deep in my pussy.
"It's like you were made just for me, Huh?" Franco states bringing a hand down to my clit making me clench around his cock ready to cum.
"Please can I cum," I beg needing my release.
"Cum for me," Franco groans before sending me over the edge into a strong orgasm and squeezing around Franco's cock making him pull out and cum all over my tummy.
Once both Franco and I have come down from our highs he slowly climbs out of bed and pulls his boxers off all the way before pulling my thong off and picking me up and taking me into the bathroom.
Once he turns the shower on and lets the water heat up Franco takes my hand into his pulling me to join him.
We spent the next 20 minutes cleaning each other off before we got out and started getting ready for race day.
"Told you we had time," I saw with a smirk when we walked into the paddock hand and hand 15 minutes earlier than we needed to be.
Franco just laughs and shakes his head before kissing my forehead softly.
"Gonna get us in trouble one of these days," Franco says making me smirk and shrug.
"You wouldn't change it for the world though."
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retiredteabag · 3 months ago
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soft toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader
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pt. 1 - next
synopsis: Toji takes up dog-sitting for you and learns to appreciate his new job, in more ways than one.
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Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. There was a point in his life where he hardly went a night without desiring to scrub himself clean, erase his mind from the meaningless actions he continually put his body through. Defiling himself for the pleasure of another. At one point he can recall being so jaded he couldn’t even enjoy the act anymore.
This is why he feels so spoiled with the jackpot of a job he found. Dog sitting was something he had never even considered, the previous Toji would have laughed at the thought; but my God, was this a steal.
Feed the beast, take’m for a walk and hang around for an hour or two? And for $75 a visit? Sold. He felt he had fallen into the lap of luxury, he never even had to deal with the rich, prissy owner (who apparently was a workaholic) but no worries, they made sure to leave him dainty notes expressing their gratitude.
“Mr. Fushiguro, I appreciate you stopping by to spend time with my boy, please don’t hesitate to have any of the food in the pantry/fridge! I’ll be back late so please feed him dinner. Thanks a ton!” - y/n
Below the note would be his cash. Sometimes it would be more if they requested him on short notice, or like today, Toji couldn’t quite figure out what they meant.
“Mr. Fushiguro, thanks again for stopping by, I know you said you weren’t busy but I feel bad taking your time on a holiday. Please get yourself a treat!”
What was today? He wondered, meandering the house to find a calendar. The beast followed him everywhere now, tail wagging happily, panting from their earlier walk, he had warmed up to toji’s presence quickly and was now quite fond of the man.
It didn’t take long into his dog-sitting tenure for Toji to feel as though it was too good to be true. The sinking feeling he felt in his gut when one day he was left space at the bottom of the owners note…
“Mr. Fushiguro, thank you for hanging out with my boy today! I apologize, I don’t have much around the house, you’re here so often, please let me know some things you like so I can have something picked up for you when you stay here.”
There was a pen resting on his money and a gap wide enough for a grocery list. Part of him wanted to request some beer, why not? They’re asking. But there was also a sense of dread that filled him.
He had left the space blank then. He was more comfortable than he can remember being, he wasn’t going to make requests. Who knows what they would ask of him?
Toji is fiddling with his money when he finally spots a desk with papers strewn, notebooks open, and a calendar with impressively organized time slots written in. He found today…
February 14… oh, yeah. Valentine’s Day. He can’t remember the last time he did anything for the holiday, now, pointless to him. He crumpled the note left for him. Yeah, he snorted at the thought I’ll get myself a treat.
Rolling his eyes he pats the dog on the head and tugs on one ear playfully. He feels unnerved but he can’t quite place it. He hates the headache he gets when he’s treated so kindly. Watching the clock reach 8 PM he makes his way to leave, grabbing a handful of grapes from the fridge. Damn, someone so wealthy, all alone on Valentine’s Day. Makes him feel lucky.
The old Toji would have killed for this job. Literally. And he wouldn’t have felt bad either. It’s almost laughable, having money in his pocket and fruit in his hand, leaving a house like this one. He won’t let himself get comfortable. Won’t let his guard down. But the time he has before times get tough again, he’ll allow himself to relax on some lonely, rich, persons sofa. Mooching off their supply of food and hot water. Waiting for the day he’s requested to give a little more of himself.
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pt. 2
@textmel8r ‘s toji smau series “sugar baby” lowkey inspired this so thank you ❤️
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henry7931 · 4 months ago
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Trying My Neighbors Out
Chance:
This week, I specifically made sure I didn’t make any plans. I’m back from college for the summer, my parents are out of town, and I’ve basically told all of my friends I’m sick.
Why? Well I want to do something I’ve waited years to try but I feel like I never really get an opportunity.
I’m come from a long line of possessors and my parents would kill me if they knew I was using someone else’s body. So I only tried possessing someone once and it was my own dad— and that was too weird.
And I’ve wanted to try again in college but having a roommate and the thought of him trying to “wake me up” while I look dead… yeah not a good idea.
So here I am, lying in my bed. I tried to cone up with a list of people but I don’t know, sometimes friends can be too personal.
Instead I decided to do this, just kinda go for it!
I close my eyes and concentrated on exiting out of my body. And the next second I’m floating over myself.
I swiftly fly out the window and I see someone who’s somewhat familiar. My neighbor down the block Mr. Thompson. Garrett’s dad.
Garrett was a guy from my grade who was the captain of our lacrosse team. He’s athletic, handsome, popular at the time, and a literal straight male alpha.
I used to have the biggest crush on, I would sit behind him in Chemistry hopping he would kick his shoe off or lift his arm high enough to see his pits.
I follow Mr. Thompson into the house hoping Garrett would be home. But it’s just Mr. Thompson.
So I figured, what the hell? Here goes nothing!
I fly into Mr. Thompson and it takes a second before I start seeing a new perspective. Mr. Thompson’s to be exact.
I look over his reflection, he’s a little sweaty. Must have just gotten back from a run.
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“Not bad,” I say allowed while lifting up his shirt. I take pic with his phone and text it to myself.
I pull off his shorts and was surprised by the tight pair of undies he has on underneath.
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I take another picture and text to my phone before I pull off his socks.
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I flex his toes, they are hairy and surprisingly well kept. I let out a chuckle that sounds so manly.
I bring his dirty socks up to his face and sniff them. And it tickles his heard a bit.
I then yank off his underwear and I see a nice size semi-hard dick surrounded by a bush of hair.
I do a full 360 in the mirror and I grab on to his hairy ass cheeks.
I walk over to his shower and I turn on the water. While the water warms up, I proceed to sit on his toilet and bring his foot up close.
I start sniffing his toes, his feet have a very distinctive smell. I start wondering if Garrett’s feet smell like his dads.
I start fantasizing about Garrett’s feet, I never seen them before but I bet they are just as handsome as his fathers.
I look down at his father’s now hard dick.
I stand up and walk over to the mirror, steam starts filling up the bathroom. I hold on to Mr. Thompsons dick while toying the head of it.
Slight pre-cum leaks out and I taste it. I grin watching myself controlling Mr. Thompsons fingers as I lick it off.
“Mhm! Mr. Thompson that tasted good! Do you mind if I jerk off your rod for a bit?”
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I step into the shower and the water feels so nice. I get his hairy chest good and wet before I start fondling his dick again.
I feel up and down his body, touching his face, down his chest all the way until I’m back at his dick.
I start pumping it this time, eager to feel an organism from some else’s body. Even if it’s someone’s dad that I know.
I pound his dick while letting out loud manly moans.
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I look down at his hairy legs and feet. That’s when I start to picture Garrett— all sweaty coming home. Yanking his shirt off…
Here I am jerking it in his dad’s body picturing him. It’s so wrong… but I don’t care.
I start screaming out, “Oh Garrett!!! Daddy wants to lick your feet and pits!! Please son!!”
Hearing Mr. Thompsons voice sends me over the edge! I immediately start cumming spraying Mr. Thompsons load all over the place.
I finished my shower feeling a little guilty about what I have just done in Mr. Thompsons body.
I dry off and head out of the bathroom. I start looking around for his room. I go to open a door when I realized that I’m now standing outside of Garrett’s room.
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I try to turn around but out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of Garrett’s dirty socks laying on his bed.
I almost stop myself but I can feel Mr. Thompson’s dick starting to get hard again.
I hop into Garrett’s bed and start sniffing his socks.
That’s when I hear a voice say, “dad! I’m home!”
“Oh shit!”
I quickly get out of Garrett’s bed and rush to get out.
That’s when Garrett sees me, “uhhh dad?”
“Hey son.”
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vampiree-555 · 6 months ago
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"Please, I need it."
c.s - drvgdealer
contains: smut , slight(?) angst , mentions of weed , degradation , pet names
It was a long day. One of the more excruciating days I'd had in a while. I'd gotten home and immediately rushed for my stash of weed that I kept in the underwear drawer of my dresser. I was so excited to finally be able to relax and take the edge off until I saw the empty container that I kept my weed in.
"Shit." i whined to myself.
I gritted my teeth as I knew what I had to do, though I desperately did not want to do it.
My dealer was one of the hottest people I'd ever laid my eyes on... but he was scary as hell. He knew how I felt about him so anytime we would meet, he'd always keep it short and simple. Though last time, we had a bit of an argument.
{flashback}
"Thanks Chris." I took the small baggie from his hand but he didn't let it go. He stared at me with his intense and cold blue eyes that pierced daggers into you. I stared back at him with my eyes wide and my breathing had obviously gotten heavier.
"Why don't you like me, y/n? I don't know if you've noticed this, but I always under charge you, I give you extra, and I'm nice to you. Which is not something I always do. So why don't you like me?" He spoke in a monotonous tone yet I could tell by his eyes he was angry.
"I've been your dealer for 2 years and you never text me unless you need weed, y/n." I shook my head and slightly chuckled nervously.
"That's what dealers are for, Chris. I'm your customer. I'm not your girlfriend." his grip on my hand tightened as I spoke. I saw him clench his jaw and grit his teeth. He laughed softly and threw my hand down along with the baggie.
"Find a new dealer. I'm done with you." he turned his back away and walked into the night, not knowing where he was headed.
I picked up my phone hesitantly and opened his contact. I know he said he was done with me but I secretly knew he didn't mean it.
ׂ╰┈➤ texting
y/n ; hey. i need stuff..
Chris🚬 ; i thought i said i was done w u y/n.
y/n ; you did , srry but im out nd need more
Chris🚬 ; ur killing me y/n l/n
y/n ; thx chris
I smiled to myself as i set my phone down. I had a weird attachment to him. I liked him as a brother... I thought.
I changed into more appropriate clothes for meeting Chris. My white tank, black zip up hood, and my noticeably short jean shorts. He liked when I showed off my ass and as an apology for last time, I did just that.
Soon I heard my front door open and I rolled my eyes. He always walked into my apartment like he owned the place.
"Where you at ma?" my heart beat out my chest once I heard his voice. I was nervous to see him again. I took a deep breath before stepping out into the living room where he made himself comfortable on my couch.
"I'm right here, no need to yell." I said playfully at him. He looked me up and down before softly biting his lip and looking up at me with his piercing and narrow blue eyes. The way he looked at me really got to me somehow. I could feel my cheeks flush and I couldn't stop my small smile from forming on my lips.
I sat next to him on the couch and could feel his eyes on my ass while i sat. I narrowed my eyes at him and he scoffed before looking away from my gaze.
"You know just how to make me feel better baby." he spoke so softly you could miss it, but it was so quiet in that room you couldn't not hear his every move.
He pulled my usual amount that I bought from him out his hoodie pocket and threw it on the table. I slid him the cash and he stared at the bills for a moment before shaking his head.
"No. That's not what I want." He looked at me and I tilted my head in a confused manner. He sucked on his teeth before a small smirk formed on his face. He leaned in closer to me where his lips were barely brushing my ear.
"I want you, mama." I leaned back from him with my eyebrows furrowed.
"Chris," He didn't let me get another word out before he crashed our lips together in a possessive rage, for some odd reason, I didn't pull back. I let him kiss me, and I kissed back.
He held his hand on the back of my neck to deepen the kiss and let his free hand roam my waist. In a quick motion he turned us so that my back was pushed against the couch and he leaned over me.
He kissed down my neck which tended to be more sensitive and I let it be known with the small noises that escaped from my lips. I felt him smirk against my fragile skin and let him snake his hands down my waist, and to my thighs. He swiped off his shirt and let me sit up to do the same while he bent down to unbutton my shorts and throw them across the room, along with my underwear, I did the same with my shirt and Chris with his own clothing.
I felt the ocean that formed in my panties once he undressed me and apparently Chris did as well.
"Already so wet for me? hm?" his hand trailed down to my soaking cunt and he rubbed circles around my clit with his thumb while with his other hand, he entered his middle and ring finger, curling them against my G-spot causing loud moans and whines to escape my lips.
"f-fuck~ feels so good.." I heard his godforsaken chuckle as he listened to the sweet noises that escaped my glistening, plump lips. He removed his fingers and jammed them into my mouth.
"Suck." and I did just that. I stared at him with my pleading and desperate eyes as he looked down at me, like I was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen, yet his eyes were also filled with infatuation and desire.
He removed his fingers from my mouth and spit into that same hand, stroking himself before pressing his tip against my core slightly teasing me. I whined and looked at him with my puppy eyes before he scoffed into the air.
"Don't look at me like that y/n. You have no idea what you do to me." The last part was just barely a breath, I almost missed it.
He slowly began to enter into my core, his own grunts and groans mixed with mine, filling the air with a wave of ecstasy.
He pushed himself in slowly before pulling out to where his tip was just barely at my entrance before slamming his hips into mine. I let out a loud scream like moan as he continued at a fast and hard pace. A rhythm at which I'd never seen or felt before.
"h-holy fuck~" At this point my brain had turned into mush as my only point of focus was Chris and how he made me feel in that moment. I instinctively arched my back as I felt the all-to-familiar knot form in my stomach. Chris could tell I was getting close, and obviously had no intention on slowing down.
"m' close.." I moaned out. I looked at Chris after having my eyes closed for nearly the whole time out of pure pleasure. He was staring down at me with complete anger in his eyes and my heart started to race in my chest.
"You're such a fucking slut. All you do is fuck for drugs. You're mine y/n. All fucking mine." Chris spoke through clenched teeth. I would be lying if I said that didn't make me inch closer to my climax.
Chris then pulled out just as quickly as he entered inside of me and began gathering all of his clothes, putting them back on piece my piece. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. My chest was rising and falling and my skin glistened due to sweat under the warm light.
"Chris wha-" I was cutoff once more by an aggressive kiss from the man once he got all his clothes on, followed by a soft slap across my face.
"Don't text me again." And with that, he left my apartment, slamming the door behind him.
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petew21-blog · 1 month ago
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Killer on the loose
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Jack was happy to finally spend some time alone in the woods. He felt so overstimulated after years of living in the city. He had to move from the countryside and change jobs, but he still missed his old life closer to the nature.
As soon as he left the city, he turned off his phone. Something he wouldn’t be able to do because of his work. But now, he had a weekend all for himself. No humans nearby.
He arrived to his favourite location near his old home, which has now been demolished and sold to some of the businessmen and turned into a lumberyard. But the woods were still calm. He set up a camp, started a fire to get his diner ready and spontaneously decided to quickly calm himself in the pond with a waterfall. The water splashing on the rocks was relaxing. Jack swam for quite a while, before getting out of the water. He wiped away the water from his eyes and froze on the spot.
There was a strange looking man standing on the shore.
Stranger:“Wow, looking good. I guess you could do.“
Jack:“Sir, I’m going to ask you to leave.“
Stranger:“This is a free country. You can’t tell me to leave.“
Jack:“I’m just being respectful. I came here alone and set up this place to have a quiet weekend for myself. Please leave.“
Stranger:“Alone? You shouldn’t wander these woods alone. There are animals and serial killers running around. I’ll keep you safe!“ he snapped and broke something between his hands. There was a smoke around him, that made is way towards Jack.
Before Jack could react, it entered him through his nose. Jack tried to cough it out, but only clean air was coming out. He felt weak, as if he was falling asleep.
And suddenly his vison turned black
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Axel opened his eyes. „It worked. That bitch was right.“ He looked down at his new muscular wet torso. „Well what do we have here. I think I’m going to be having some benefits for my plans with a body like this.“ He felt his belly and abs tightened under the cold skin. He flexed his biceps and sniffed his armpits. Axel pulled away the waistband if his shorts. „Oh, boy. I hope it’s the cold water boy. Cause Axel is used to much bigger tool than this. Right, you can’t answer back to me, you’re dormant now. I hope you’re gonna enjoy the ride, boy.“
He got out of the water and stripped himself naked and got close to the fire to dry himself. He poked around his new dick. „Let’s see if I underestimated you.“ He spat on his new dick and played around with the head of his dick. He was jerking furiously now as the flames were burning bright next to him. He was hard now, but still not really satisfied with the length. „At least they’ll be able to give you a motive. Hahaha.“ He got even harder as he heard himself laugh. He moaned as the water from his body evaporated but was now replaced by sweat. It  poured from his head, back and made its way between his cheeks. He was getting close. „Fuck yeah! I’m a studddd!“ he screamed and shot the load into the fire.
He collapsed on the ground and laughed. „I must say, you’re not the biggest down there, but the orgasm is worth it.“ He rested for a while, but noticed the sun was setting.
He looked around and found clothes in the tent. He got dressed, but there was still something missing. He noticed the axe, that Jack brought for the fire. „Perfect. Now we’re all set.“
Axel was now ready to continue in his killing streak. The prison thought that they would keep him there forever, but Axel has important task to finish. And now, he has the body for it too. Maybe after he finishes, He could possess someone else and let Jack get the blame. But maybe after fucking some more whores and killing them after.
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Story request from inbox by @malevessel
Could you do a story where this guy goes camping in the woods and gets possessed by an escaped serial killer?
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suuuupernovaaa · 4 months ago
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zaldrīzes
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zaldrīzes - dragon
Aemond's intended claims a dragon, quite unexpectedly, and he is greatly pleased.
Tags: aemondxoc, aemondxreader, no use of y/n, sexual content, 18+
Word Count: 1.1k
Her footsteps echo through the hall, wet and loud, thwap, thwap, thwap. Heads turn, watching her soaking skirts flying behind her, but she notices no one and nothing except him.
His arms open as she flies to him, soaking him completely as she wraps him in a tight and boisterous embrace.
"What is it?" Aemond asks, unsure if he should be concerned or scared. She is never affectionate in public, and always the example of composure and quiet elegance. To see her sprinting through the halls, white hair loose and wild, skirts filthy, is a brand new sight for him.
"I claimed him," she hisses, pulling apart only a few inches from her husband-to-be.
"Claimed?" Aemond asks, leaning into her. "A dragon?"
"Zaldrīzes iksis ñuhon." The grin upon her beautiful, flushed face grows, ear to ear, painfully wide. The dragon is mine.
She has left Vhagar's rider speechless, for the first time in all his years. "Which?" is all he can muster in reply.
"Cannibal."
His beloved has never lied to him, and he does not think she ever would, but this must be some untruth. A joke she is playing on him. Cannibal cannot be claimed - should not be claimed. No one has ever been foolish enough to try.
He pulls her by the elbow, away from prying eyes, into an alcove, and presses her gently into the cold stone wall. She shivers.
"You lie."
The smile falls from her face, and through he is confused and a little angry, he feels guilty still.
"Why would I lie, my love?"
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The high of claiming the dragon they say could not be claimed is starting to wear off, and the dampness of my clothes is beginning to bring a chill to my bones.
I shiver again, but not because of the cold. It's entirely because of the way my husband-to-be stares down at me, with rage and confusion in his eye.
"Aemond," I reach out, cupping his angled jaw. "Why would I lie?" I repeat. "The beast, he was upon my riding path. I had never seen him before. He is... so large, Aemond. I made to turn, but he turned and looked at me. Looked into me, it felt. When I approached and commanded him, he bowed. He lay down his wing, so I might climb on, and we rode."
"With no saddle?"
"I admit, that was a challenge I did not foresee. His scales are so large, Aemond, that I was able to settle into the grooves of them. Were it not raining, I daresay I may have been able to easily hold on. As it was, the ride was short. But I claimed him, Aemond! Cannibal!" It was hard to keep my voice hushed with my excitement, and my nerves. I had not thought Aemond would be so angry.
He steps forward, just half a step, closing the distance between us and pressing me tightly to the stones.
"You could have been killed," he hisses through a tight jaw.
I nod slowly, and shiver once more. "I know. I am sorry, but I... I could not help myself."
Just as I am beginning to wonder if Aemond is going to really hurt me, his mouth is upon mine, a welcome warmth in the chilling cold. His kiss is urgent and demanding, and my hands find their way into his hair with a mind all their own. Aemond's hand slides over my backside as his tongue explores my mouth, then his curious hand moves down my thigh, and to the back of my knee. He pulls my leg up, and presses his core into mine through our clothes, eliciting a moan from deep in my chest. A chill runs through me, nothing to do with the cold air and my wet clothes.
"Aemond, someone will see," I whisper, pulling away just long enough to do so, before he silences me with his mouth upon mine once more.
"Let them see. Let them see me fuck Cannibal's rider right here, in front of them all," he drawls, his lips trailing down my chin, my neck, and to the small area of flesh visible above my dress. He presses his hard cock into me once more, and my head rolls back against the castle wall. "But I think I'll take you in a warm bath instead, dragon rider."
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True to his word, Aemond requests a hot bath in his room, and while it is filled, helps me undress and hangs my clothes gently by the fire - something I have only ever seen our chambermaids attend to.
He takes my hand gently and escorts me to the scorching bath. Settling in, it causes gooseflesh to break out on my skin, going from so cold to so hot, but I quickly settle in, releasing a moan.
I turn my head to the side to see Aemond undressing, keeping his eye trained on me as his clothes drop to the floor, revealing the beautiful and toned body of a warrior.
Eagerly, I lean forward so that he can slide in behind me, and he pulls me back once seated so I can rest against his chest.
"Are you terribly angry with me?" I ask after a long, comfortable silence.
Aemond reaches over to the small wooden table next to the bath, and grabs the soap. "Not terribly, no," he replies, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
He starts to wash me gently, with great care. My arms, over my chest and stomach, my legs down to my toes, until I am the cleanest I have ever been, as well as the warmest.
"Were you scared?" he asks.
"Of you, or Cannibal?"
He snorts, but does not answer.
"Yes, I was terrified. But once he laid down his wing in invitation, the fear disappeared. It felt so right, to mount and ride him. He is so large, Aemond."
He sets down the soap and runs his hands up my arms once more. "We are unstoppable now, you and I."
I lean back into my lover, pressing my forehead to his cheek, as his arms encircle me tightly. "Now I can protect you, as you have always protected me. You, and the entire royal family."
He sighs once more, and presses a kiss to my forehead. "I am in awe of you. Tomorrow, I will request the wedding be moved up."
"To when?" I ask, closing my eyes as Aemond's wet, strong hands begin to roam my body.
"The earliest possible moment. I will not be unwed to you a second longer than is necessary, my dragon-claimer."
Aemond's adept hands find their target, and I arch my back, gasping. "Yes, my lord," I reply, and he chuckles.
"No one is lord to you, not anymore," he replies - and then devours me whole.
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mingtinysworld · 7 months ago
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Don’t Hurt Me
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Pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader
Genre: smut
Word Count: 2k
Summary: The presence of a killer is made known on the news. Little did you know, you would have your own encounter with the man, experiencing a night you won’t forget.
Warnings: MDNI, mute yeosang, “psychopath killer” yeosang, mention of a knife, clothed grinding, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), handjob, couple clit slaps
NOTE: the sign language is the italics in terms of conversation
A/n: lowkey this idea was much better written in my head💀 but I hope you like it! I tried to challenge myself with a new concept, and honestly imagining yeosang in this role got me hot and bothered so yeah. Please like, comment and reblog!! - J
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It was a late Friday night and you finally got off of work, completely ready for the weekend. To celebrate, you found yourself drinking at the local pub, which is conveniently not frequented by others often. You lazily stir your drink as you lean your face in your hand, watching the tv with an detached frown.
There’s no one around at this late hour. Only the barman and you occupy the space, giving you the option of sitting wherever you’d like. The sports channel gets switched off all of a sudden, turning to the news. You lift an eyebrow in slight interest, trying to see if there’s anything worth paying attention to.
“We present tonight’s news with great urgency. There’s been a dangerous man spotted around town. His face hasn’t been revealed, but he is going around killing individuals. Stay diligent, and if you see anything suspicious, call 911 immediately.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. This little town has stayed relatively peaceful for the 7 years you’ve been living there, so imagining a killer going around shocks you. You know you should head home, but the warmth is pulling you down further in your seat.
Suddenly you can feel a cold breeze brush past your shoulder and you shiver involuntarily. You lift your head up from the counter and almost fall backwards from the shock. There’s a newcomer sitting next to you, very closely.
He has long, silky, sandy blonde hair. His nose is sharp and jaw so sculpted he looks almost statue like. His eyes are looking deeply into yours and you could spend at least an hour trying to decipher all the emotions residing in them. He’s got deep, dark eyes, that are nothing short of being sinful. It’s as if he’s silently beckoning you to fall headfirst into his gaze.
After a few moments of astonished staring at the stranger, you compose yourself and attempt to sit up as straight as possible. You straighten up your spine and make direct eye contact.
“Hey, how are you?” You ask, trying to not sound overly inquisitive. You feel alarmed for a split second when you see him lift up his hands from his lap. You involuntarily lean back, trying to put distance between you.
“Do you know sign language? I’m mute, but I can talk through writing as well.”
Your heart rate immediately goes down. The poor guy was just trying to communicate. Coincidentally enough, you actually do know sign language. Turns out the four years of ASL classes in high school paid off after all, and you feel grateful to your teachers. You instantly sign back to him.
“I do know sign language actually. What brings you here today?”
He gives you a cute, crooked smile and leans in a tiny inch closer.
“I saw a pretty girl sitting here, thought I’d keep her company.” He finishes off with a smirk.
You can’t help your surprise at his blatant flirting, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Trying to match the vibe, you flirt right back.
“Wow, I’d love the company of a very handsome man actually. Thank you.” You send a wink and immediately cringe at yourself. What is wrong with you?
He opens his mouth in a silent laugh and you can’t help but admire his perfect teeth. He really is a beautiful man, the type to catch the attention of anyone and everyone around him. You can bet that even your most straight friends would want to get in his pants, no questions asked. He notices your distracted state and waves a hand across your face.
“What are you thinking about pretty girl?” He asks.
You flush from being caught staring at him. You’re thankful that he can’t read your mind, but from the confident tilt of his head it looks like he can tell anyways. You think of an excuse but choose to tell the truth.
“I just think that you’re very pretty.” You say honestly.
His face brightens at your admission, and he scoots a little closer. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you feel desire bubbling deep within. You can feel the soft puff of air from him against your own mouth and you dart your eyes between his eyes and lips. You close the distance between your bodies and slot your lips against his.
He moves along with you, breaths synchronizing. He slides an arm behind you, holding onto your waist with a gentle tug. His body warms you up and you melt into his touch, making you completely disregard the fact that this man is still a stranger. You cling to the edge of his shirt tighter when you feel a sharp, thin object against your ribs.
You pull back with a start and find that you’re held still by his strength. As you look into his eyes, you note with slight panic that his eyes have changed dramatically. He’s looking down at you with an excited malice, as if he’s looking forward to destroying you. You shrink down with dread, realizing that you’re utterly fucked.
You take a subtle glance at the tv which is showing the news still, and he catches the look, shooting you a toothy smile.
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m the ‘psychopath.’” He admits somewhat proudly. “I won’t hurt you though sweet thing. Not unless you want me to.” He drags a cold finger down your jaw, lightly holding you in place.
He removes the knife away from you, gazing at it fondly. “This little friend of mine has been with me through some things. Isn’t she beautiful?” A shudder goes through your body as you look at the sinister shine of the blade. He’s looking at you expectantly, wanting to hear an answer. You don’t bother using sign language anymore as he can hear perfectly fine. You only used it out of consideration, but there’s no more consideration left for him.
“I couldn’t care less about your stupid knife.” You spit with venom. You want him to be offended, to burst out in anger, but he only gives you the most irritating grin. It’s as if nothing can phase him.
“You’re so cute,” he shakes his head in what appears to be endearment. “I can’t wait to be buried in you.” Your eyes widen at that and you feel an involuntary fluttering in your core. You can’t believe that you’re getting turned on right now. The situation is absolutely absurd, a killer is sitting in front of you, and you’re getting your panties wet.
His eyes follow the movement of your thighs, trying to gain friction against each other. He splays out a hand against one thigh, keeping you still. You look at him with both shame and lust in your eyes, and he mirrors the latter. With a glance to the bartender, who appears to be heavily involved with his phone, he grabs your hand and drags you out of the bar.
You pull back slightly, making him stop in his tracks. “Wait, I want to know what your name is.” You ask him.
He looks intently into your eyes and answers. “My name’s Yeosang.”
Before you can say anything he drags you forward again. You walk for a few minutes until you reach a very shiny looking car. At a closer glance it appears to be a Ferrari. You look at Yeosang with a surprised look and his shoulders shake with a silent laugh.
“What, Princess? Were you expecting a trashy car from me?”
“I guess??” You say uncertainly with a shrug. He shakes his head again and opens the door for you. You get in and he closes the door after him. You sit there awkwardly for a second, not sure if you should do anything. Yeosang breaks you out of your thought however when he attacks your lips.
His lips are on yours in a flash, and you’re fighting with tongues. He squeezes your hip and slides his knee in between your legs, subtly rubbing against your now very wet panties. You should feel mortified, but all you feel is desire.
You grind against his clothed knee, and your clit catches it at an angle that makes you moan into his mouth. He grabs hold of your ass and moves you against him harder, eliciting pathetic mewls from you. You shockingly feel your climax approaching very quickly, and so could Yeosang apparently, and he immediately stops his movements. You whine in complaint but he shushes you with another intense kiss.
He quickly rids of his pants and your panties and pumps his cock a few times. You eye his length and your mouth salivates an embarrassing amount. You choose to give in to your temptations. You spit on your hand and slide it up and down Yeosang’s cock. He jolts in surprise but lets out a pleased hum, covering your hand in his, following the up and down motion.
If he wasn’t addicted to you already, he definitely is now. Seeing your tiny hand jerking him off sets off fireworks in his brain and he feels short of breath. He feels about ready to burst so he gently takes your hand away and has you lie down. He hovers above you and you can’t help but vibrate with anticipation.
He slides in slowly, filling every inch of space inside you. You arch your back in pleasure and throw your head back. Yeosang watches your reaction with eager eyes, needing you to feel like a goddess. He then watches your cunt sucking him in hungrily and loses all composure.
He pulls out until the tip is left, and slams back in with so much force your back bounces on the seats. He hits your sweet spot with every thrust, making you see stars, and you babbling incoherently by this point. You grab onto whatever you can find, his shirt being one of the items.
He slaps your clit harshly and you cry out at the sting. He slaps it two more times, leaving you a sobbing writhing mess. A knot tightens in your stomach and Yeosang can feel you clenching around him. He grits his teeth tightly and somehow thrusts even harder.
A few more sloppy thrusts later you’re coming undone around him. Your stomach convulses and your legs can’t seem to stop shaking. He pulls out and comes all over your stomach, ropes of cum coating your soft skin. He hangs his head and lets out a few deep breaths.
You close your eyes and bask in the afterglow. Quite literally, because the light of the lamppost is hitting your stomach and illuminating his cum brightly.
He looks around for something to clean you up with and finds one of his spare shirts. He cleans you the best he can and caresses your flushed cheek. You flutter your eyes open and find him looking at you with adoration, corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
He signs “thank you” and you let out a chuckle. “I should be the one thanking you, Yeosang.” He smiles softly and proceeds to put your clothes back on. As soon as the band of your skirt is snapped back onto you, you hear the sirens.
Yeosang stiffens in place, and looks at you with a distressed tilt of his eyebrows. He looks about ready to flee, but he hesitates. He looks around for something and you look on curiously. He finds a pen and paper and writes down some digits. He hands it to you and you see that it’s a phone number, along with an address.
“Come find me soon.”
With a mischievous wink he leaves the car and disappears into the night with the sirens fading away. You stay there for a bit, completely stunned with the turn of events. You can’t believe he just left you and the car like this, but you also can’t get over the intense passion you two shared. Slowly you get out of the car and head to your apartment where you should’ve been all along.
You do your regular nightly routine, get into pajamas and set your alarm.
You’ve got an important trip tomorrow.
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spence-whore · 6 months ago
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Ray of Sunshine
Spencer Agnew x Reader
Request: Hi, can we have one like the Damien Haas imagine Stressful Days but with Spencer?
A/N i apologize that it has taken me forever to get this one up. I also apologize for it being super duper short. I have been struggling writing some things and honestly this was one of them because i have been having a bit of a tough time and didn’t really know how to help myself. This made me really step back and made me realize, I need to take care of myself more. I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t like this one. I have written better things. I might just be too tough on myself but I hope you enjoy this though:) also, please remember. I fucking hate editing things. I edited this as best as I could lmao
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Spencer felt like something was off today with his partner and he couldn’t tell what. You would usually send him goofy stuff throughout the day but today, you had only sent him a good morning text. A few hours passed by and Spencer sent you a text, asking if everything was okay. You had responded with a, “yeah:)” but he felt like that was a lie. It was driving him insane because he was stuck at work and wanted to be able to help you.
Little did Spencer know, you were stuck at home on the couch. You had called off from work for the day and was just laying there staring at the ceiling. You had attempted to clean up and even cook for yourself but you just simply couldn’t do anything for yourself. You got frustrated at one point, yelled, threw the rag on the counter, and went and jumped on the couch. You knew that Spencer was worried about you but you didn’t know how to vocalize that you just weren’t all there mentally.
Work was just draining you so much. You worked at a place you were not happy at. Spencer had offered to help you get a position at Smosh plenty of times but you turned him down each time. You didn’t want to crash together, work and a relationship; it just didn’t feel right to you. Everyone at your workplace was so unbelievably negative. They were so rude to you and just took out so much on you.
“Goooooooooooooooooood.” You groaned throwing a pillow over your face.
You had thought about maybe taking a shower, maybe that would help you? While getting up, your phone had buzzed, so you sat there and looked at your phone.
spence<3 : would you want to go for food when i get off work?
You smiled and responded.
you: could we maybe get takeout and just sit in the car and eat?
He didn’t respond right away, so you decided on taking a long shower.
You had turned on music and got in to just metaphorically drown your worries away.
Around twenty minutes had passed and your phone goes off. You reached out of the shower and dried your hand off, so you could grab your phone.
spence<3 : hey, i got off early. I just went ahead and got take out and brought it over. I’m here right now but don’t feel like you have to rush in the shower. Take your time<3
Right after you finished reading the text, you heard a light knock at the door.
“Hey babe, is it okay that I just came on over? I didn’t know if you wanted alone time today or something.” Spencer shouted through the door.
“Spencer, honey. I always want you around. I’ve been done for a while, so just let me dry off. I’ll be out in a second.” You responded after turning the water off. “The door is unlocked, if you want to open it.” You said after wrapping a towel around you.
You were in the process of fixing your hair out of your face whenever Spencer opened the door.
“Hey pretty thing. What’s been going on with you today?” Spencer asked walked up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“I’m just so mentally drained.” You said trying to laugh but it fell flat. “Work has been killing me. I’ve been looking for a new place but can’t find anywhere’s.”
“I heard some of the people over at Mythical are looking for assistants. It’s not the same company, so we wouldn’t be working together. You could apply and I could talk to someone? Maybe put a good word in?” Spencer suggested then placed a quick kiss on the side of your head.
“Maybe, I dunno. Can we just talk about it in a little bit?” You asked, looking at him in the mirror while feeling tears welling in your eyes.
“Of course. I got some little treeeeats for a little guy in the living room.” Spencer said stepping
You turned around and just stared at Spencer for a second then pulled at his arms, so he would open them. He opened them and just yanked you into a tight hug. You stood there for a minute with your face in his chest.
“As much as I love you and love holding you, I am so hungry.” Spencer whispered while you just giggled into his chest.
“Let’s go eat then you goober.”
The two of you walked into the living room and you could’ve cried. Your apartment wasn’t that much of a mess but it had gotten a little messy since you haven’t had the energy to be a human. While you were in the shower, he had picked up all of your trash, thrown your clothes and stuff into the washer, and put your dishes into the dishwasher. He also had your favorite flowers sitting in a vase on the table in front of your couch.
You just froze and didn’t know what to say. “I thought maybe I would help you clean up a little. I know you usually use cleaning as a way to de-stress. So, I knew something was up whenever I came in and saw you had random things laying around. I just thought maybe it would boost your mood a little if I helped you out then got some food in you.” Spencer said from beside you with an awkward smile on his face and shoving his hands into his pockets.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” You asked while sitting down and opening the pizza box that was sat in front of you.
“I have a little bit of an idea.” Spencer responded and chuckled a little. “Whenever we get done eating, would you want to go riding around? We could go to that area that overlooks some of the city and get ice cream or something?”
You just nodded your head while stuffing your mouth with pizza.
The two of you sat on the couch for a little while, eating loads of pizza and watched your favorite movie.
It’s so funny because any time someone tells you that they are mentally drained, they want alone time. They don’t want to be around others and just want to rot in bed all day. You used to be that person.
After you met Spencer, you only ever wanted him around whenever you felt down.
He felt like rays of sunshine after a rainy, horrible day.
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aemondapologistfrfr · 28 days ago
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Death's Servant
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vampire!maegor x fem!servant!reader
Summary: You are Maegor's personal servant who sees to most, if not all of his needs regardless of what he requires. 
Warnings: 18+ it’s maegor, blood, death(not mc), violence, a hint of humiliation, oral(m+f), p in v, period sex, overstim
Authors Note: this is a lot and self indulgent also ig i’m in some vampire mood so i’m sure i’ll write another soon 🤷🏼‍♀️ why would i write for one of the million ongoing mini series i have when i could write another random one shot 🤔
Word Count: 3k
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There has been a large number of servants going missing from around the Keep and people are beginning to whisper. I have the privilege, or horror, of knowing what becomes of these people. It is known Maegor is a cruel man and King and rumors of him drinking the blood of his enemies aren’t too far off. In honesty, I’m the one who pours it into his chalice for him. 
Word around the castle is that Maegor had just returned from Dragonstone. It’s been said that he seems angry and upset and I start to make my way up to his chambers. As I reach the top of the steps I stop in my tracks. I hear a sudden scream and then it’s cut short. I push open Maegor's chamber doors with a sigh before I seal them behind me. 
“You’d be smart to knock next time.” his mouth is against my neck the second I step foot into his solar. 
“You must keep your meals quiet.” I hum walking past him looking at the poor male servant leaning over the edge of the tub. “What are you doing?” I tilt my head watching the man’s neck wound gush into his bath water. 
“Preparing a bath.” his breath fans across my neck. 
“Usually I do that for you.” I turn and look up at him. 
“I wanted to try something new.” he looks to the tub behind me.
“You may need more than just him.” I walk over to the steaming water and sigh at the mess. “What am I to fill your chalice with, my King?” I turn and find him towering behind me. 
“Go fetch me another.” he smirks and I sigh brushing past him. “Quickly.” he’s at the doors pushing them open for me. 
I close my eyes and exhale as the doors snap shut behind me. I question my sanity and self preservation everyday but I can’t bring myself to leave the Keep and out of his thrall. Wherever I go he’d be able to find me. Maegor is a paranoid man, if I were to leave he’d rip the realm apart just to kill me rather than have me and my knowledge go on. There’s not many who know of what he is besides his mother. 
I push these thoughts from my mind as I enter the servants quarters. Everyday they look at me as if I’m a miracle for still breathing after catering to Maegor. I start to collect some oils and soaps and approach two of the older men who make some of the other servant girls uncomfortable. I don’t necessarily like picking people to bring up to Maegor, it makes me feel like The Stranger made flesh. When he makes me find him his meals I try to pick people that most won’t miss. 
“Could you both help me bring some more hot water up, please?” their eyes travel up my body before they stand. They agree and I tell them to bring the buckets to the Kings chambers. I make my way back up the stairs and slip into Maegor's chambers. 
“This is not blood.” he pulls the basket from my hand. 
“No, it’s not.” I hum taking the basket back and he chuckles lowly. “It’s on its way up. Along with more bath water. So contain yourself until they finish their job.” I bring the oils and soaps to the tub. 
“It amazes me you never cease to keep an attitude with me.” his tongue darts across my pulse and my body stills. “Do you not fear death?” his hand wraps up my front and engulfs my chin and cheek turning it to the side. 
“Am I not death's servant bringing you your meals?” I hum letting my eyes shut. “Though, I think you should start sourcing your meals outside of the Keep.” his movements stop and he turns me to face him. 
“Why?” he looks at me curiously. 
“Because you won’t have any servants left if you keep draining them all.” I shake my head at the obvious fact. 
“I’ll still have you.” his low words stir something inside of me. 
“Will you not kill me too, my King?” I look up at him. 
“I plan to keep you with me forever.” he pulls me closer. “As long as you never betray me.” he searches my eyes. 
“I would never betray you Maegor.” I reach up cupping his face. 
“Your devotion is unmatched. I want-“ he cuts himself off as the male servants enter his chambers. He’s at the doors the next second, sealing the four of us inside. Once they step deeper into his chambers their feet stop as they take on the bathtub. “Go ahead and pour the water in.” Maegor looks at them with a feral smile. 
Water starts to slosh out the sides of the buckets as the servants approach the tub with quaking hands. The body is still draped over the tub as his neck is still slowly leaking. They dump the water in and turn with pale faces. Maegor steps forward and one of them drops their bucket. He starts to apologize but Maegor is sinking his teeth into his neck before slamming him over the tub to fill the tub with more. The other servant stands there frozen in shock. 
“It’s better if you stay still.” I hum walking over to him. Maegor watches as I have the servant sit on the lip of the tub. I hold my hand out and Maegor places his dagger into my palm. I slice the servant's arm and he looks at me in horror as I let his blood flow into an awaiting chalice. 
“I want to watch you kill him.” Maegor purrs from above me. 
“At least let me pour you a couple more cups.” I hold up the now full chalice to him. He nods at me sipping from his cup. As he pulls it away from his now red mouth he offers me a pink smile. The servant has gone into a state of shock which helps me fill more for Maegor. After I’ve filled three I look up at Maegor who’s licking his lips. “How do you want me to kill him?” I blink up at him. 
“Quickly and over the tub. I wish to bathe before the water freezes.” I scoff at his words and rise. I look down at the man before me and let out a sigh. I lift the blade and swipe it across his neck. I flare my nostrils as his blood sprays across my neck and shove the dagger back into Maegor's hand. I go to reach for a cloth and he pulls me over to him. His tongue darts across my neck and I squeak. 
“Maegor,” I gasp, holding on to his arms. He slowly lets his tongue collect the droplets sliding down my chest. He starts to untie my dress and my nails dig into his skin. “I thought you didn’t want your bath to get cold.” my voice breathy. 
“You should thank your King for cleaning you up.” he rasps against my skin as I feel his teeth press against my skin. Not hard enough to break through but enough to have me clinging against him. 
“Thank you, my King.” I scold myself for how much I allow him to affect me. He places one last kiss against my pulse before stepping back. He turns me around and ties my dress back up. “Such a generous King.” my tone teasing and his hand lands hard on my backside. 
“I’m getting quite tired of your mouth today.” I turn my head and scowl at him. He twists me around before shoving me down to my knees. I look up to him nibbling my lip with a smile knowing this was bound to happen. I reach up and start to unlace his trousers and he chuckles cupping my cheek. “Look how eager you are.” his hand twists and he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I wrap my lips around his thumb and let my tongue slide against the pad. 
I free him from his trousers and he pulls his thumb out and shoves himself in my mouth. He holds onto my hair as he roughly thrusts into my mouth. I moan around him as spit leaks out the side of my lips. He groans, digging his fingers into my scalp as he pulls my hair moving me against him. I let him use me for his pleasure and I’m no stranger to his harsh and heated touch. He pulls out and slides his tip around my lips and my tongue chases after him. He shoves himself back into my mouth and begins to hit the back of my throat. Tears start to fall down my face and he quickens his pace. He pulls back out with a loud groan and starts to fist himself. 
“Open your mouth.” he growls and I do as I’m told and let my tongue push out of my mouth. The hand that’s buried in my hair starts to tighten and I whine and his pleasure starts to fall across my mouth and face. It mixes with my tears and spit and his grip on my hair starts to loosen. “Go get me more hot water.” he breathes heavily, leaning down and looking me in the eyes. “As you are. Let everyone in the Keep see how much of a whore you are for your King.” he tugs me up to my feet and hauls me to his doors. 
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I hold my cloak tighter to me and I quickly walk down the steps. I knew Maegor was paranoid but having these tunnels built is a new extreme even for him. I hold the candle out in front of me offering me the smallest amount of light. I’ve requested torches to be lined across the walls if he wants me to keep bringing him his meals. He tells me over and over that he’ll hire more men yet here I am and the only light is surrounding my body. 
I make my way down another set of stairs and the air starts to get cooler. I pull the hood up as I approach the familiar iron gates and get the key out of my pocket. I’ve convinced Maegor to start dining upon the dungeons and the servants have been relieved at the lack of their friends going missing. I grab a man from the closest cell and unlock the door. I grab him by the chain connecting his hands and begin hauling him out and back up the stairs. I pull him through the entrance in Maegor's chambers and close it behind me. 
“I love the torches you've installed in the tunnels.” I push the prisoner over to him. 
“I said-“ he stops and looks at me with a smile. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he licks his lips while walking over to me. 
“I’ve told you time and time again to get me fucking torches Maegor.” I don’t care about the bite in my voice and he chuckles stalking closer. 
“Not the torches.” he pushes my hair off my shoulder. “That you’re having your moon blood.” he ghosts his lips over my pulse. 
“I haven’t had the chance.” I push his chest and nod over to the man I brought up to him. 
“I want you.” he starts to pull up my dress. 
“I just hauled him up here in those dark tunnels.” I try to push his hands off of my skirts. “You will have him first.” I purse my lips. 
“The way you speak to me is maddening.” his eyes darken. I roll my eyes at him pulling him over to the man who’s shaking at Maegor's presence. He quickly sinks his teeth into the man who struggles in his grip. Maegor drinks at him greedily before I hear the snap of bone. The man crumbles to the floors and Maegor turns to me wiping his mouth on his arm. “Get on the bed.” his eyes lock on mine. 
“Promise to get me torches before the end of the week.” I stand my ground looking up at him. 
“I don’t care about your fucking torches.” he says through his teeth starting to walk me backwards to the bed. 
“Then I don’t care about getting you food.” I hum raising my chin and he starts to laugh. “Or making your baths. Or serving you. Or anything.” his hand slides to the back of my head tilting it up to look in his eyes. 
“I will get you your torches by the end of the day tomorrow. Now get on the fucking bed.” he clenches his jaw. I slowly sink down onto the bed and he grabs my hips, lifting me and pushing me further up. He rips my dress off of me and I prop myself up and glare at him. He pushes my legs apart groaning at the blood glistening between them. “Next month I want you in my chambers the second this comes. I want to spend the whole week between your thighs.” he buries his head between my legs and I shutter as his tongue lashes against me. 
“Maegor, my King,” I whine, shaking against his face. His fingers dig into my hips as he shoves his tongue into my core. I gasp gripping his hair as his tongue lashes against my sensitive bud. He wraps his arm around to allow his fingers to swirl against my bud and he trails his tongue back down to my core. His fingers push me over the edge and I burst across his tongue and he pulls my hips flush against his mouth. 
His tongue slams into me and wrecked whimpers spill from my mouth. Maegor continues to lap against me while I shake above him. My fingers dig into his arm as his fingers circle my bud faster. I feel my pleasure build rapidly and my breathing is a mix of gasps and pants. A cry falls from my mouth as his tongue speeds up. I try to buck my hips into his face and he chuckles into me before he begins to slowly grind me against his tongue. 
“Maegor,” I whimper. He stills me again and lets his tongue flick against my bud. I fall apart and he slowly licks me through every wave of pleasure. He lifts up and looks at me and I flush at his red mouth and chin. He leans back and pulls his tunic off and pushes his trousers down. He lines himself up and pushes fully into me. “Gods my King.” my eyes roll to the back of my head as he starts to slam into me. My fingers start to claw at his arms and he plucks them off and holds my hands above my head. 
“You always take my cock so fucking good.” he grunts as I arch up into him. He licks across my neck and I whine feeling his teeth graze against my skin. He sucks against my pulse and I clench around him. His fingers dig into my wrists as he loses himself in me. With every thrust a moan is torn from me. I come undone around him and he lets out a low groan. “Just begging for me to fill you up.” his hips start to hammer into me and my legs wrap around him. 
“Please, my King,” my voice cracks. His lips crash to mine and I still give a surprised squeak at the metallic taste. His mouth is rough and unyielding as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. He releases my hands and they cling to his shoulders as he repeatedly snaps his hips into mine. His fingers swirl against my bud and I scream as pleasure slams through me. He fills me with  one last hard thrust pushing me up the bed. He pulls out of me quickly and I feel our pleasure leaking out. I watch him staring between my thighs and I go to close them and his hands hold onto them. “Maegor,” my voice broken as I watch him lower his face between my thighs again
“You’ll be fine. You should be thanking me.” he smiles before softly licking against my sensitive bud. He flicks his tongue against me and I toss my head back into the pillows. I fist the sheets while he holds my legs open showering me with pleasure. 
“Please,” a breathless plea falls from my lips followed by waves of pleasure slamming through me. His lips incase my bud and I bring my hands to his hair to try and pull him away. “I can’t-I,” his fingers push into my core and I shutter. His fingers curl and my breath catches as my stomach tightens. His fingers are joined by his tongue as he brings his other hand to my center to swirl my bud. My thighs slam around his face now that they're able and he continues as I cry above him. My high crashes through my body and my thighs tremble around his head. He slowly pulls my legs back open and spreads featherlight kisses across the inside of my thighs. “No more.” I plead, grabbing his arm. 
“For now we’re going to rest.” he kisses up my body before collapsing next to me. He pulls me against his chest and slowly trails his fingers up and down my spine. “You’ll stay with me.” he hums holding me closely and I nod my head against his chest allowing my eyes to droop. 
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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 8 months ago
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For my dear Bunny
Dark!Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x gn!Reader
Category: Twisted Letter - I suggest you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<-
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: Stalking, description of kidnapping, mention of murder, 18+!!!, mention of male masturbation, NSFW, William Afton is a warning himself.
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For my dear Bunny,
I don't even know where to start. Perhaps when you first entered my office? I get you were new to this town and needed a new job. You tried a few of the offers, but ended up inside my office because none of them were to your liking. The first time you entered my office I was secretly happy to see you, you were like fresh air in a stuffy place.
I can still remember how quiet, how shy you were, it was so cute! And when I stood up and you saw the size difference between us? Oh, you looked so adorable!!
When you told me how eager you were for a job but wanted a rather quiet one, I gave you just the right one. I loved seeing your eyes widen in joy and the smile on your face after it met your expectations.
Your first night went well, right? My daughter Vanessa told me how good you were at your job, she showed you around, gave you useful advices and showed you the Animatronics. But what she didn't tell you? In every corner of the place was a secret camera, which I could watch you through the computer in my office. And to be brutally honest with you here? I was planning to kill you. Yes that's right, I bet you saw the news about the missing nightguards here at Freddy's? I was the one responsible for it. My creations - the Animatronics killed them as I ordered them to.
But... after your first night I was beginning to really like you... the second night was also the night you encountered the Animatronics for the first time. At first I could see the fear in your eyes, the thought of getting killed by them. But I ordered them to just scare you a little bit, and you began to like them. And you know what? The Animatronics started to like you too. You are their friend now.
And now to your third night... at that night you were tired, so you thought a little 5 minute power nap would do the trick? Nobody would notice it since you were all alone in this haunted building...
But... I have seen it. You remember the little Freddy plushy on your desk, right? There was a small camera inside of it, I could see everything you did in the office. Your jumps whenever the power went out and you had to put it back on? Sweet.
I loved seeing you clean up the place after you were getting bored, throwing the trash out, cleaning the tables, or just simply swept the floor. You were a sight for sore eyes in that security uniform.
Please don't judge me but... after seeing you like this? I just had to jerk off right there. You moved so swiftly, I just lost control. It became my dirty little secret - watching you work while stroking my cock. You made me cum so hard every time...
Now to your fourth night. Did you like the short visit I gave you? Because I sure did. I can still see the fear in your eyes when you saw me standing there - inside the Springbonnie suit. You were so terrified, running back to the office and hiding under the desk. I loved it. Thought you would recognize my voice when I laughed at you, Bunny...
Today is your fifth night. I already prepared everything,
-making sure to lock all entrances and vents...
-to finally see the look on your face when I take off the yellow rabbit mask and reveal myself to you...
-the cloth with chloroform to get you unconcious...
Why am I letting you know what I want to do with you? So you can get a chance in trying your futile escape. I love seeing you run for your life.
You see... why I am writing this letter for you is... that you have triggered something inside me... something snapped... I don't know how to tell you, but all I know is that I want you. Did I become obsessed with you? Maybe I did. And you're about to find out.
I hope you will read this letter before Night 5 ends. Because if not it will be too late.
-- William Afton.
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hotvintagepoll · 7 months ago
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Propaganda
Ruan Lingyu (The Goddess, New Women, Love and Duty)—icon of chinese silent cinema known for her luminous beauty, her exceptional acting talent, and her tragic life story
Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Ruan Lingyu:
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silent era chinese actress who had a subtlety in her acting ability that was way ahead of her time. huge star but her career and life was sadly cut short by damaging publicity
Widely considered one of the best actresses of Chinese silent film
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Ruan Lingyu had an eight year movie career, starting at 16 and ending with her suicide at only 24. Despite this, she made some of the most widely acclaimed films of early Chinese cinema and the BBC called her "China's Greta Garbo." In "Love and Duty," she plays her character as a teen, a young mother, and an older woman beaten down by life AND her teen daughter in an early application of split-screen technology. Lingyu is absolutely unrecognizable as the older woman, yet emotionally the transition is seamless because she does such a good job. Lingyu had a hard life and killed herself after ination [sic] of media scorn and private problems. Her funeral was three days long, the procession was allegedly four miles long, and three women killed themselves during her funeral. The New York Times called it "the most spectacular funeral of the century." I'm adding this to show what kind of hold she had over the public at the time, much like Rudolph Valentino's raucous funeral. I would rather she had lived.
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"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"
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"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."
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"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."
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"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."
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"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."
"She was part of my gay awakening"
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"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads. [link]"
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phlurrii · 6 months ago
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Hello my fellow floof obsessives, I wanted to make this quick update for folks as well as include a bunch of snippets of stuff I’ve been working on for AGES for this comic! Some make no sense and some are about to make a lot of sense!
But onto the meat of this, I have been having a hell of a year, good, bad, and ugly! And lately my motivation has been in the shitter the last 4 months. I have barely wanted to draw let alone work on my goobers. However, I’ve been pushing through and doing it anyways because I love them and you all sincerely have made this year utterly wonderful!! That, and I’m excited for the Noe arc! But I think it’s finally time to split my time properly with The Ancient Mew and something I am proper motivated to work on, before burnout kills me entirely.
I have a second comic, not related to Pokémon in the slightest, but an original story I’m drafting with a friend that has my heart just as much as this one does. I’ve been forcing myself not to touch it and force myself to work on this, but it’s causes a grid lock where I’ll work on neither and then just be miserable because of it. So I’m officially announcing that these two things will be worked on simultaneously! Patreon will continue to receive 1-3 updates a month and the comic won’t be on any hiatus don’t worry, but my activity will be split between here and my other Art account for the development of my other comic!
So this is both a sneak peak as what I’m working on for AM as well as for any of those who would like see the process of exploring this new story via whatever we call short form videos with those audios that make your brain go wild with ideas over on Instagram and eventually here too. Albeit on a separate Tumblr of course~
If folks have any questions, please feel free to reply below this post and I’ll do my best to answer them! As well as provide a follow up post about this second comic I’m developing if anyone’s interested ^^
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bleucaesura · 7 months ago
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STOLITZØ - FIFTY ONE
Blitzø and Stolas sat in an awkwardly comfortable silence for a short time, each swimming in their own thoughts, neither sure what to say or do next.
After sufficient time to move past being overwhelmed by his open displays of affection for Stolas - something completely new and foreign to him - Blitzø cleared his throat.
“You uh… You said you didn’t hide your face cuz of me?”
Stolas looked at him. “No darling. I didn’t.”
Blitzø tried to look uninterested and casual. “Then uh… then why DID you hide your face?”
Stolas sighed and looked away.
Ah f*ck… Put your f*cking foot in it why don’t you…
“Stol…” Blitzø reached out to him apologetically.
“I was ashamed of myself.” Stolas began. “Asmodeus opened wounds in public that I wasn’t ready to face.”
Blitzø took his hand and squeezed it in encouragement.
Stolas turned and looked at him. He smiled sadly.
“As happy as you’ve made me, Blitzø, I do worry about my family.”
Blitzø’s heart sank. Right… His family…
Stolas saw Blitzø’s face fall and quickly tried to repair his fumbled words.
“By family I mean Octavia, Blitzø.” He held his hand tightly and looked him in the eyes. “Stella is not, and has truly never been my family.”
Blitzø blushed.
This bird… F*ck me…
“I’ve worried a lot about how my actions… How OUR actions could affect Octavia. And Asmodeus ripped that wound open and tossed it out for all to see.”
Stolas’s eyes welled with tears. “Octavia is my world, Blitzø.”
“I know.” Blitzø reached up and wiped a tear from Stolas’s cheek. “Loona is mine.”
Stolas smiled and leaned into Blitzø’s hand.
They remained that way for a few heartbeats. But the air got too heavy and Stolas pulled back before he lost his train of thought.
“I was ashamed of myself, Blitzø. Never of you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I was.”
Blitzø slapped his hands on his face and dragged them down in exasperation.
“No…” he sighed. “I'M sorry…”
Stolas reached out to Blitzø, confused. “Wha…”
Blitzø waved him off and sighed.
“Jumper of conclusions.” He pointed at himself with his left hand, then his right. “Hater of all things self.”
He stuck out a hand like he wanted to shake. “Nice ‘ta meet’cha.”
Stolas giggled. His little owl hoots slipped through.
Blitzø grinned. He’d missed that laugh. His one and only fan…
“Anyway…” Blitzø awkwardly tried to steer back to his apology.
“I was a dick… For so many reasons.” Blitzø averted his gaze. “I’m sorry. Stolas.”
Blitzø peeked back at Stolas.
“Thank you, Blitzø. I’m sorry too.” Stolas smiled meekly back at him.
“What else could you possibly be sorry about?”
“I didn’t realize how my attempts at being playful and endearing by referring to you as an imp, were actually hurtful, demeaning and racist…”
Blitzø froze.
“Wait… Who… Who said that..?” He stammered.
“You did.” Stolas looked at Blitzø and raised an eyebrow.
“That…” Blitzø started to sweat. He swallowed hard. “That was REAL?!”
No. No F*CKING way… That was a dream. Just a F*CKING DREAM!
Stolas nodded. He titled his head, looking at Blitzø confused.
“So… So I told you about…”
“Being sold to be my friend?”
“And…”
“Only being at my party to steal my book?”
“Oh f*ck…” Blitzø’ ears were ringing. “And Ozzie’s?”
“A way to get in the door?”
Blitzø couldn’t breathe. He was hyperventilating. He tried to pull his covers off.
“Where’s my gun? Is my gun around here? My kingdom for a gun! F*cking KILL ME NOW!!”
Stolas squawked in surprise and frantically tried to hold Blitzø down.
“Blitzø! Blitzø, please!”
“I’m scum!” Blitzø flailed weakly against Stolas. He saw a power cord from one of the bed monitors and lunged to grab it. “Plug! Is this my plug? Pull it! I f*cking deserve to die!”
Stolas sighed. He didn’t want to hurt Blitzø so he was trying to be very gentle.
“Blitzø. Darling. Doesn’t it say something that I heard all you said, and I’m still here?”
Blitzø stopped struggling and peeked up at Stolas.
“I heard all the bad. But I also heard… The rest.”
Blitzø blushed and tried to cover his face with his arms.
Stolas let go of Blitzø and sat on the edge of the bed.
“How I was kind to you and you had fun with me when we were kids. How I made you feel wanted and cared for when I saved you in the human world.” Stolas reached out and tenderly touched Blitzø’s arm. “How I’m the best you’ve ever had…?”
Blitzø turned every shade of red imaginable. He tried to hide his face under a pillow.
Now I REALLY want to die.
“Darling… You asked me to stay…”
Stolas pulled the pillow away from Blitzø’s face.
Blitzø peeked up at him shyly.
Stolas smiled sadly.
“Blitzø… I was selfish to force this contract on you. And foolish to think that our sexual intimacy meant we had personal or romantic intimacy.”
Blitzø’s heart clenched.
“After what happened at Ozzie’s I knew I had to find a way to release you from this obligation between us or it would destroy us both.”
“What the hell do you mean by that?” Blitzø snapped and cringed, immediately regretting it.
Stolas pulled back and turned his face away.
“I’ve been hurting you for so long. Putting your livelihood in the same basket as my sexual wants and needs. Making you feel like I could take that away at any time… When I’d never do that. I’d never…”
Stolas took a ragged breath and sighed.
Blitzø wanted so badly to hold him.
“It took me far too long to realize the vast imbalance in our… Arrangement. So I sought Asmodeus’s assistance to rectify it.”
“So, Fizz WAS telling the truth?”
Stolas looked back at Blitzø, confused.
“You got the crystal so I’d have free access to the human world without you. Ending our contract. Freeing me from our deal.” Blitzø cringed against the IV needle in his hand as he reached out and touched Stolas. “Allowing you and I the chance to start over. As equals.”
Stolas was surprised.
“Fizz said you told Asmodeus that you’ve always considered us equals.” Blitzø slid his fingers between Stolas’s. “Is that true?”
Stolas’s eyes filled with tears. He turned to lean closer to Blitzø on the bed, taking Blitzø’s outstretched hand carefully into his.
“Always! And I’m truly sorry my words or actions ever spoke otherwise.”
Blitzø was taken aback by Stolas’s reaction.
He carefully curled his fingers around Stolas’s hand and smiled up at him.
“Well… Aren’t we a pair of f*cking idiots?”
They both laughed awkwardly.
F*ck. Has he always been this cute?
Blitzø pulled Stolas’s hand down and kissed it lightly.
Stolas blushed. “Blitzy?”
Blitzø surprised himself. He blushed, let go of Stolas’s hand, and tried to reposition himself to sit more comfortably. He tried to hide his face.
Where the f*ck did THAT come from?!
“There’s actually something I’ve been wanting to tell you, Blitzy” Stolas said quietly.
Blitzø looked at him. Stolas was blushing and he looked so serious. Blitzø flushed and swallowed hard.
Satan f*cking dammit… I love this idiot…
“Me too.” Blitzø whispered.
Stolas placed a hand tenderly on Blitzø’s cheek, smiling lovingly at him. Blitzø could see tears in his eyes.
Blitzø reached up and cupped Stolas’s hand in his, leaning into the feel of it, its warmth and tenderness.
He could feel his heart beating out of his chest. Tears started to sting his eyes. He smiled warmly at Stolas.
Stolas leaned over and touched his forehead to Blitzø’s.
Blitzø reached up with his other hand and ran it through Stolas’s feathers, his hand coming to rest on the nape of Stolas’s neck.
Stolas closed his eyes and let out a slow and ragged sigh.
“Blitzø… I lo…”
“Dad?”
Blitzø and Stolas practically flew apart. Stolas flailed and fell off the bed, popping up a moment later with his cape over his head.
Octavia snickered.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything. But the doctor said Blitzø was awake?”
Stolas floundered trying to get his cape off his head. Blitzø snorted and tried not to laugh.
“I am.” He smiled at Octavia.
She smiled warmly back at him. “I’ve got someone who wants to see you.”
Loona poked her head in the doorway, unsure if she should enter.
“Loony! My sweet, baby girl!” Blitzø’s eyes sparkled and stung with tears. He leaned forward and threw his arms wide.
Loona ran over and threw herself onto the bed and into his arms.
It took Blitzø a moment to register what was happening, so his arms remained outstretched while he processed. Afraid it was a dream, Blitzø’s hands shook as he slowly closed his arms around Loona. Blitzø couldn’t stop himself from crying.
F*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck… My sweet baby girl…
Loona half hugged Blitzø as she lay next to him. “Don’t get too used to this.” She said, and smiled to herself.
Blitzø bit his bottom lip as silent tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t stop smiling.
F*ck f*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck… I’m so f*cking happy right nooooooow!
Stolas’s heart swelled watching Loona and Blitzø.
“I’ll just go speak to the doctor. Leave you two alone.”
Blitzø smiled warmly at Stolas as he and Octavia left the room.
“Love you dad,” Loona whispered.
Blitzø bawled his eyes out. “I love you tooooooo!” He hugged her tightly, tears streaming and snot bubbling.
Loona chuckled and snuggled closer. “I’ll allow it.”
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techwrecker · 2 months ago
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𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧
Summary: Something goes wrong on your mission with Echo. He promises to help you feel better.
Genre: Echo x Reader, Hurt Comfort
Tags: SFW, gn!reader, you travel with TBB, Echo has feelings (& so does reader, but he doesn’t know), Crosshair is a snarky asshole (what’s new), Wrecker is a perfect angel, Tech is ipad baby, spiders?, all the batchers are alive (no Omega)
Word Count: 1.5k [Ficlet]
Warnings: N/A (please let me know if I missed any!)
A/N: I am dedicating this fic to Vi! ( @welcometo79s ) I had this short lil ficlet in my drafts, all ready to go and they’re going through a tough time. I figured some Echo comfort might cheer you up a lil. I hope you enjoy!!
Other: dividers by @moosgraphics & @bunnysrph (tysm!)
find the extended version here
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Whatever sickness you had come down with, you had Crosshair to blame. After all, he was the one who suggested you go out with Echo on the mission.
“She’ll be fine.”
“Crosshair, it’s a Krykna nest! You know how I feel about creatures like that,” you pushed back, throwing your arms up in exasperation.
“Hexapods?” Tech cut in, pausing from tapping away on his datapad. “Hexapods make up roughly 15% of our galaxy, you know. Though this is just an educated guess. There is no way to definitively number the countless species.” He rambled.
“No, Tech, not hexapods.” You rolled your eyes. “Creatures who live in dark, disgusting caves.”
“Whoa, have a little faith, huh? I’ll be going with you.” Echo said, feeling slighted.
The Bad Batch had just been contracted by Cid to find a lucrative jewel that originally belonged to the Banking Clan before the trade wars. Its whereabouts had last been seen in a Krykna cave on Atollon, about 200 clicks from the nearest port.
You were the un-lucky crew member who was voted in for the mission. They all put on a tough-guy act, like the creatures didn’t bother them, but you knew they did. Wrecker shivered after Hunter gave them the objective and Crosshair didn’t even try to hide the contempt on his face. Tech argued that he would be more useful guiding the mission from The Marauder, using their complex holomap system that handhelds didn’t feature. The caves were as intertwined as they were dark, like a giant bowl of protonoodles, stewing beneath the sandy surface. Echo was the only one who originally volunteered and Crosshair made an easy target out of you.
“Echo, it’s not that I have no faith in you— or even myself,” you soothed him. “I just don’t appreciate being volunteered for missions by Crosshair.” If looks could kill, Crosshair would‘ve taken one to the heart.
“Enough— All of you. You and Echo will be just fine. We’ll take every precaution to track you in the caves,” he said to you. “Crosshair, quit stirring up trouble. Tech, for the love and life in the Maker, would you get off the blasted datapad,” Hunter prattled off the orders. He knew how to control chaos, thankfully. Otherwise The Bad Batch would not have gotten far as they have.
“Uh… What about me, Hunter?” Wrecker asked, cautiously.
“For once, Wrecker, you’re doing just fine.”
Wrecker beamed at his leader’s words. He patted Crosshair on the back facetiously, causing his chewed toothpick to fly across the cargo hold. Crosshair only glared at Wreckers back as he walked away.
Tech wrapped up his typing and rolled his eyes at Hunter’s orders. He had actually been researching the weaknesses of the Krykna species to aid in the mission. He tried not to succumb to the petty infighting that went on amongst the crew. His factual statements were hard to argue with, after all.
“Alright, let’s head out,” their leader resolved.
Your confidence shrunk with every passing parsec. You talked a big game, and more often than not, you were able to deliver. Caves just creeped you out and spindly creatures didn’t make them any more appealing. And all for a lousy jewel? As if the Banking Clan didn’t have enough funds as is.
After what felt like an eternity of dread, Tech landed The Marauder with ease, nestling in between an outcropping of rocks. The pile of sand-crusted earth would act as cover from any unwanted eyes as well as from the sandstorms, which were particularly nasty this side of the equator. At least, according to Tech.
“Have everything we’ll need?” Echo asked you as he whirred his scomp link to make sure it was in working order.
You mentally scanned the brief checklist before replying. Sand goggles, flashlight, mini fire thrower, and trusty boots. “Think so.”
“Well then, let’s get moving. The cave isn’t too far from here. Maybe a 10 minute trek.”
The hatch of the hull opened, letting a rush of arid air invade The Marauder. The wind whipped against your cheeks, scraping particles of sand into your skin. Though you were wearing the goggles, you raised your arm to shield your eyes out of habit.
“This outta be fun,” you said to Echo, tone almost as dry as the planet you just landed on.
Echo chuckled and headed down the steps.
The journey to the cave really was not that bad. If a scorching sun and high-speed winds was your idea of ‘not that bad’, that is. By the time you and Echo walked up to the mouth of the cave, you were already over it. The irritating dust, the lashing wind, the searing sun. You started to see why the Krykna hunkered down in the caves, safe from the terrain.
“You ready?” Echo called to you, trying to carry his voice above the howling wind.
You eyed the hollow opening warily. Not even the sun was able to penetrate the thick darkness. Looking back to Echo, he had a smile on his face. His smile always managed to stir butterflies in your stomach.
“You can do this, you know,” he reassured. He held his hand out to you, offering stability and comfort.
The gesture surprised you, but not enough to be taken aback. You wondered if maybe Echo felt the same way that you did him. You gladly clasped your hand in his, your heart jumping against your ribcage at the welcome touch.
“Okay. Let’s do this,” you resolved.
You started toward the eerie cave, hand in hand— together.
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“Well, at least you got the jewel.” You heard a voice say.
You opened your eyes to see Crosshair and Echo standing at your bedside.
Why were you in bed? You scrambled through your hazy memory to find the answer.
Isolating darkness, sticky webs coating your arms, the twinkle of the scarlet jewel reflecting off your flashlight, Echo desperately calling your name… And then nothing.
Echo huffed. “No, at least we got out of there alive,” he corrected.
They hadn’t noticed you had awoken, so you began to sit up. The pain in your temple scolded you by promptly throbbing in your skull, demanding you lay back down. You groaned against the pain and brought a hand up to lightly press against your head. A damp cloth was already in place across your forehead, attempting to soak the heat off it.
“Thank the maker you’re awake,” Echo said, coming closer to your bedside. “You had us worried there for a minute.”
“W-what happened?” You asked quietly. It seemed your usual confident tone had gotten themselves tangled in the webbed caves along with the memories of the mission.
“A large Krykna got to you before Echo could rescue you,” Crosshair explained. “He’s only being a touch dramatic about it,” he finished sarcastically.
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Echo. It happens.” You tried to smile at him, but it came out more of a grimace from the pain.
“No, it isn’t. I should have been quicker than that. His only fist was straining against the rail of the bed, knuckles paling against the dark metal.
Luckily, it was within your reach to rest your hand on top of his to settle his feelings. His rigid grip softened considerably under your touch. “I promise Echo, it’s fine. I’m alive, aren’t I?” You tried to make light of the situation.
“Barely,” Crosshair snarked.
“Go shine your rifle, why don’t you?” Echo shot back, glaring.
The sniper threw his hands up in surrender with a smirk before turning out of the room. You were surprised he didn’t have more to say, but you had bigger things to focus on.
“Tech said it’s some sort of sickness from the Krykna fangs. It’s nothing serious, but you’ll be out of commission for a few weeks,” he explained. He paused before continuing. “I won’t leave your side until the fever has broken and you’re back to your old self,” Echo promised, his voice more serious than you’ve ever heard it.
His eyes were filled with concern for you, brows knit together. You had never noticed how his eyes had more of a golden hue to them until now. The generic deviation only added to his already handsome features. Echo let go of the safety rail, rotating it to hold your hand instead. Your fingers found their place laced between his, almost as if his hand had been specially crafted by their maker just for yours to hold.
“Thank you, Echo,” you said, squeezing his hand gently, signaling your sincerity. You wanted to reach around his armored torso and give him a hug, but you knew the headache wouldn’t let you, so you settled for rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand.
You knew Echo would do everything in his power to see that you got better . With him looking after you, your health would return in full force and then some. He cared about you more than you knew and wanted to make sure nothing like that ever happened to you again.
Besides having the best caretaker in the galaxy nurse you back to health, you knew that Crosshair would never hear the end of it from the batchers since he signed you up to almost materialize into the force.
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☆ Let me be your man (+18)
Chad meeks martin x reader
Summary : friends with benefits but with jealousy.
Warnings : language, mention of sex, mention of blood and death, angst but happy ending.
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A year ago, your life was hell. Indeed, ghostface came back to terrorize the town, he assaulted your friend Tara, then he killed your boyfriend Wes, he stabbed you and watched you bleed to death on the cold garage floor of your best friend Amber. And in the end, the person who made you suffer was none other than your best friend.
After this traumatic events, everything happened very quickly. The hospital stay, the statement to the police. The journalists who were waiting for you in front of your house to speak to you, the funeral and finally the nightmares.
Every night you had the same nightmare. The garage, Ghostface, the knife, the pain, the blood, and it started all over again, like this guy was fucking Freddy Krueger.
The only thing that gave you any security was your friends, Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad.
Especially Chad. One night while you were sleeping at his house, you told him about your nightmares and he told you about his. It felt good to talk to someone who understood you.
It was after this discussion that you found yourself riding him while he held your hips and whispered sweet promises to you.
After having sex three times that night, you fell asleep with each other, and for the first time in months, you had no nightmares. And you assumed that he hadn't had any either since the next evening he was texting you to reiterate your antics.
What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into a ritual.
And this ritual continued even after moving to New York.
The only small problem was that you were starting to fall in love, but he didn't seem to want it.
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"Come on Y/n, please come with me, we're going to have a lot of fun." Tara begs you
You took one last look at your last conversation with Chad, and your anger was rising so you groaned and threw your phone on the bed.
"OK why not."
Tara was jumping with joy, then she went to your closet and pulled out a very short red dress with a slit on the thigh and a neckline
"Here, put this on. We're going to a fraternity, there will be lots of hot guys."
At first you weren't sure, but it was better to go out with your friend than to stay here waiting for an answer from chad who would never come and hear Quinn having sex with a complete stranger.
So you got up and took the dress then left to put it on.
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No sooner had you arrived at the party than you were already regretting it, the living room was full of drunk people jostling each other, and the music was breaking your ears. You hated that. In your defense, the last party you went to, you ended up on the floor bleeding to death.
"Y/n ? I didn't think you would come." You turn and see Mindy, beer in hand and looking a bit embarrassed, like she's afraid you'll see something.
You frowned and opened your mouth to answer but Tara cut you off. "I convinced her." She said, looking proud of herself, "well, excuse me, but I'll get myself a drink." Then she left.
There was a bit of an awkward silence between you and Mindy, your friend couldn't even look you in the eye. You took the bottle from her hands and drank a sip, once swallowed you said to her "go ahead and spit it out." She growled but obeyed "Well, Anika didn't want me to tell you about it, but you are one of my closest friends and I love you very much so I have to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "Chad is here with another girl."
That's it, you had just been stabbed again, but it hurt even more. You took a sip of the beer and shrugged. "We're just friends, he does what he wants."
Mindy rolled her eyes "Y/n please don't bullshit me. Maybe it works with others, but with me. I know there's something between you, not only do I I've already heard you fucking but in addition, the way you look at each other, it's eye-popping."
"Yeah well it looks like your brother doesn't see it that way."
She chuckled, "My brother is a jerk."
You smiled sadly at her "I'll get another beer."
She nodded and watched you go to the kitchen.
Like the living room, the kitchen was full of drunk people, some were throwing up, some were kissing and some were sleeping on the tables, you managed to sneak up to the fridge, that's when you heard it, a bitch voice, "Chad, you're so funny." You turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, and there he was, sitting with a blonde on his lap.
You wanted to go there and yell at him, but there's no point in making a scene. You had argued in the morning about what you were, because you were tired of getting the wrong ideas. He didn't want to admit you were a couple but he couldn't stand it when you talked to other guys. But seeing this blonde, her arms wrapped around his neck, it was very clear that he only saw you as a hookup.
You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and turned to get out of here as quickly as possible, but as you left you bumped into a boy who dropped his bottle of beer on the floor, the sound of the glass breaking caught everyone's attention, including Chad.
"Damn, I'm really sorry." You tell him as you bend down to pick up the pieces of glass.
The boy chuckled lightly, "Never mind, that beer wasn't good anyway."
His comment made you laugh slightly, you raised your head to look at him and you recognized your classmate in film history. Jack.
"Oh it's you! It reassures me, I know you won't sue me." He shook his head with a smile and leaned over to help you pick it up.
"Be careful, don't plant a glass in your hands. It would be a shame, you couldn't write the lessons afterwards."
You replied with a sarcastic laugh "Very funny."
Once the pieces were carefully picked up and the floor cleaned with a sponge, you leaned on the counter with Jack and you started talking.
"So," he began, "I heard that Mr. Cameron and Mrs. Winston were caught red-handed playing Fifty Shades in the bookstore."
You gasped "No fucking way, you’re kidding ?!"
He crossed his arms over his chest, laughing "Nah I promise you, it even seems that he had tied Mrs. Winston with the chains and everything."
You closed your eyes and wrinkled your nose "I have the image in my head." He laughed and walked over to pour himself a drink. As you continued to chat, you felt eyes burn the back of your head, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. It was Chad.
Jack had noticed it too, he leaned over and whispered in your ear "It seems your boyfriend is jealous."
You shook your head, "He's not my boyfriend."
He raised his eyebrows "You should tell him then."
You frowned slightly and whispered "The thing is that I love him, but obviously it's not reciprocal."
Jack faced you, he grabbed your face with his hands and said softly "I'll make him react if it's okay with you."
You nodded and Jack slowly brought his face to yours while looking Chad in the eye. Before his lips even touched your cheek, a chair noise was heard and someone stuck behind you.
Your classmate pushed over and winked at you, "Oh Y/n you saw, it's Chad."
You turned around and came face to face with a more than pissed off Chad, he was clenching his jaw while looking at Jack.
Then he turned his eyes to you "Can we talk?"
You frowned looking for the blonde "I don't know, I think your friend who was on your lap must be waiting for you and I wouldn't want her to wait for you then-"
Chad gave you a look that meant You're serious there..
He cleared his throat and took your hand. "It's important."
You looked annoyed and nodded, but before following him you turned to Jack and kissed him on the cheek "Thank you for everything." He smiled at you and nodded.
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The little kiss on Jack's cheek had Chad pissed off, you could tell by the way his face was closed, but if he was pissed off then so are you and ready to talk once and for all.
Chad didn't let go and he took you to the second floor to find a room to talk.
Once the room was found, he let you in first, then he followed you and locked the door, as soon as the lock had been closed he started "What the fuck was that?"
"What the fuck was what Chad ?"
He put his hands on his hips, clearly annoyed "You know very well what I'm talking about."
"Nah, I don't see what you want to talk about. Besides, I'm surprised you're talking since all the fucking day you haven't said a single word to me."
He groaned and ran his hands over his face. "That's another discussion. I want to talk about you and that guy."
You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest "I don't see why you want to talk about it. You and I are not a couple, we only fuck so I don't have to answer to you. And this guy has a first name, his name is Jack and you know it very well."
He wanted to say something but he couldn't.
You laughed "You see that's why I'm fed up. As soon as I talk about a couple, you shut up. You avoid talking about it and you ignore me all the fucking day, It makes me sick and when I find you you're sitting with a bitch on your knees, and you dare to give me a fit because I'm talking with a classmate."
He looked away and didn't answer.
"Do you have anything to answer?"
He remained silent.
You groaned and the tears welled up "I understood that I'm just a hookup. A girl that you fuck when you feel like it and when you're not better off. I understood very well that you don't care about me, fuck i'm not sure if i count for you as friends but the fucking problem is that i love you you see, you're the only person i feel with, well, since Wes." Chad finally looks at you at the mention of his friend "I trust very few people, you know that. And the more you and I saw each other, the more I fell in love, but I'm tired of being in pain, tired of inflicting this on myself, I deserve better then Listen to me carefully, from tonight, you and me, our arrangement is over. That way you can fuck whoever you want and I can finally move on."
He burst out and started yelling at you crying "You want me to tell you how I feel, you really fucking want to know. I've been in love with you since our first day of high school but Wes hooked up with you. so I gave up. Then I met Liv and I loved her, I suffered losing her. And you come on after all that, we sleep together and for me it was like my first time, I I wasn't just fucking with you because I was in love with you And I blame myself because I feel like I'm betraying Liv and Wes, but I also know that if I let you go or if he something happens I won't get over it You're not just a hookup for me, you're what I think about, morning, noon, evening, you drive me crazy Y/n, I'm coming not to detach myself from you. And when you talk about a couple I freak out every time and that's why I avoid you, because I'm a coward."
You started crying hearing it and Chad started crying even more. You approached him and took his face between your hands "You are a lot of things Chad, including a jerk, but you are not a coward." He laughed softly and rested his forehead against yours.
"I love you so much if you only knew." He tells you "But I'm so afraid of losing you."
"Chad it's not by loving me that you're going to lose me. It's by playing dumb like you do that you're going to lose me."
He hugged you and kissed you "No no, don't leave, please stay with me." He continued to kiss you while backing you up to the bed where he gently laid you down without detaching himself from your lips "I love you Y/n"
"I love you too, I'm not going anywhere."
"You promise me ?"
"I promis you."
He smiled against your lips and placed a last kiss before lying down next to you.
He hugged you tight and you stayed like that until the end of the night.
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