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crissiebaby · 1 year ago

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Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Codi’s Diary: Entry 141 (Cont.)

As humans developed, so did I. It took a few millennia but after learning how to make and hold organic forms with my goo (no easy feat), interacting with humans became a favorite pastime of mine. Could anyone blame me? The world that humans got to inhabit was just so vibrant and full of so much life that it would burst out of the ground at random. Moreover, humans were wild, unpredictable, and, in most cases, perhaps the horniest species I’d ever encountered. Still, as strange as they were, it made me feel happy not to be so alone anymore.

Things were a lot harder for me back then, though. I could only hold a human shape for an hour or two at a time before melting back into a puddle of slime, something that humans were far too easily freaked out by if you ask me. It was the genitalia that often did me in, as my internal slime would often seep out through the slit that female humans possessed at the bottom of their torsos. Thankfully, I found a fairly easy solution to that.

You see, humans had this knack for innovation that most other species just didn’t possess. And it seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling with holding my “goop” in. And thus, the diaper was born. Unfortunately, the ones who had the most need for such bulky hygiene products were usually the smallest of humans, making it hard for me early on to find proper protection. That was until humans took a big leap forward into the industrial age, and with it came mankind’s great creation: brick-and-mortar ABDL stores with everything I could ever need or want to keep my little leakage problem firmly under wraps…

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The familiar smell of fresh grass mixed with the nauseating aroma of smoggy city streets filled Crissie’s nostrils while the sounds of angry car horns and police sirens echoed all around. She didn’t even need to open her eyes to know where she was. She’d landed in the same spot twice before, after all. “Home sweet home,” she chuckled as she sat up and looked around the park that neighbored her old apartment.

“Frick, it’s freezing,” said Codi, who was wearing quite a fashionable outfit. Since the clothing you previously wore on Earth is what you’d reappear in, Codi was dressed in a striped halter-top dress that looked far more appropriate for a beach setting than a New York park in late fall.

Codi’s acknowledgment of the temperature was enough to draw Crissie’s attention to her own outfit inadequacies. Having been back to earth countless times for CrissBaby photo shoots and press events, she’d worn a wide variety of fun and frilly outfits. This time, she found herself back in a familiar classic, which was a golden dress she had worn for her very first CrissBaby Diaper Company presentation, along with a fresh diaper to replace the messy one she made in the nursery. Tragically, as much as Crissie loved the dress, it was ill-equipped for the frosty weather. “Alright, timeout on Double Diaper Dare until we can get warm,” she said, receiving a nod of approval from Codi, “Besides if memory serves, I have a great idea of where to go.”

Clinging to each other for warmth, Crissie and Codi trudged through the park until they reached the street. Several onlookers shot the pair of diaper lovers a few fascinated glances. While looks of intrigue and curiosity were better than disgust or anger, it didn’t make them feel any less self-conscious.

Remembering how recognizable she was last time, Crissie reached up and pulled out her trademark hair bow, hoping to avoid being recognized if possible. Fortunately, this choice also gave her some heat insulation with her long brown hair providing some slight production from the elements. “N-n-note to self, m-m-make sure to check the weather first,” said Crissie, still frigid despite her newly found coverage. Luckily for both her and Codi, they had finally arrived at their destination, “Ugh! Thank Goddess, we’re here.”

Codi’s slimy filling felt a sense of relief hearing that she was so close to escaping the frigid air. That was until she caught sight of the storefront, recognizing its design all too well.

“Heyyo! Welcome to the CrissBaby Store!” said the greeter at the entrance before covering her mouth in shock, “My goodness! You two look frozen! Let’s get you inside.” The greeter quickly placed her hands on Crissie and Codi’s shoulders, ushering them into the heat-controlled air.

The overwhelming aroma of baby powder was the first thing to hit Codi and Crissie as their bodies began to thaw from their popsicle conditions. Gazing across the vast storeroom, Crissie was delighted to have her first chance to look inside a real, brick-and-mortar CrissBaby Store. Row after row of shelves containing various CrissBaby diapers stacked on display alongside a host of other blushy ABDL products. And that was just what they could see from the entrance.

Having previously only seen a CrissBaby store from the outside, it was safe to say the girls were shocked into amazement. “Wooooow…” said Codi, her mouth practically watering as she glanced over at a corner of the store filled with fuzzy PJs and onesies. This was far more extravagant and jam-packed than any other adult diaper stores she’d been to before meeting Crissie. Clearly, CrissBaby really knew how to put on a show for its customers,”...h-how did you know this was here?”

“I drove by it once with Master. She said she wanted to take me but we never got around to it,” lamented Crissie, feeling a bit down that Master seemed to be spending less and less time with her as of late, “It’s okie, though. I know she’s very busy.”

Recognizing Crissie’s melancholy, Codi placed her arm around Crissie’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. “Hey, even if Master isn’t here, this is something we get to experience together for the first time,” she said, blushing slightly. She wasn’t super used to sentimentality, but something about seeing Crissie getting slightly down made her want to cheer her up somehow, “How about this? Let’s pause the game for a bit and do some exploring. Sound good?”

Nodding her head, Crissie leaned into Codi’s arm, feeling the tightness in her chest begin to subside. “Sure, I’d love that,” she said, nuzzling her cheek against Codi’s ultra-soft hair.

“Awww, you two look adorable!” said the CrissBaby store greeter, who had been watching the girls since they entered. Her brassiere struggled to hold in her wobbling milk jugs with every step she took, “Most of the couples we see in here are some combo of Caregiver and Little. Not nearly as many Littles in love, if you catch my drift.”

Crissie and Codi did indeed catch the greeter’s drift, instantly separating upon hearing what the doting employee said. “It’s not…we’re not….we’re just friends,” said Codi, her face flaring up as she tried to come up with a convincing denial.

“Yeah, t-totally not a couple,” said Crissie, who was equally red after getting clocked as a lesbian in spending less than an hour back on Earth, “We’re just besti-”

“Roommates at most, really,” interjected Codi, who was too caught up with generating excuses that she completely glossed over what Crissie was saying, much to Crissie’s chagrin.

Having been witness to the entire conversation, the greeter took a step back, cringing with second-hand embarrassment over Crissie’s apparent rejection. “W-Well, my name is Lotte. I’ll be up at the front of the store if you need anything,” she said, before scurrying back toward the door.

Sighing with relief, Codi was thrilled to have escaped that conversation. Left to their own devices, she was ready to begin her adventure with Crissie through the massive store. “So, anywhere you want to check out first?” she asked, her eyes already darting back toward the onesie section.

“Hmmm…I Double Diaper Dare you to walk up to the greeter and spank her diaper,” said Crissie with a coldness behind her eyes that was far from ordinary. Unfortunately, Codi was too flabbergasted by the sudden dare to recognize the deep trouble she was now in.

Shooting a glance Lotte’s way, Codi’s blushiness returned with renewed vigor. “B-But I thought…” she stuttered out, realizing halfway through her sentence that there was no reasoning with a brat like Crissie, “...fine then. If that’s how we’re gonna play, so be it. Then after I do yours, I Double Diaper Dare you to stand up on top of the check-out counter and announce to everyone in the store that the real CrissieBaby is here.”

“Deal,” said Crissie, folding her arms confidently and nodding in the greeter’s general direction as if to shoe Codi off.

Turning her back to Crissie in a huff, Codi casually made her way over to a small rack of binkies that were on display near the front window, keeping an eye on Lotte and waiting for her moment to strike. Sadly, the constantly pacing greeter made it surprisingly difficult to get the jump on her, much to Crissie’s amusement. Recognizing that she’d need to create an opening herself, she let out a heavy breath and turned to look at Lotte, “Um, excuse me. Can I get your help over here?”

Like the diligent employee she was, Lotte rushed over to Codi’s aid. “Hey there, how can I be of assistance?” she asked obliviously.

“Yes, um…” said Codi, suddenly realizing that she’d failed to come up with that part of her plan. Lost in a panic, she asked the first thing that came to mind, “...uh…d-do you have anything…bigger?” She gestured to the binky stand, hoping her question wouldn’t seem too weird or off the cuff. She could hear Crissie giggling but refused to turn around to give her the satisfaction.

Thankfully, Codi’s innocuous question seemed to do the trick. “Oh, I see. You like ‘em big, huh?” said Lotte, giving Codi a sly wink as she leaned over the large display, “We’ve got loads of size. Anything, in particular, you looking for?”

Despite the fact that Codi was standing a mere twelve inches from the greeter, Lotte’s question went unanswered. Staring blankly at the female employee’s rear end, Codi couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her own heartbeat. She didn’t have a clear visual thanks to the skirt that Lotte was wearing but she knew the booty was there. That didn’t make it any easier to flat-out spank some random stranger in public. Closing her eyes and winding her hand back, she swung her arm quickly, landing a solid blow against Lotte’s backside.

*SMACK!*

“AhhhhhHHHHH!”

Lotte shrieked at the top of her lungs as she held her rear in her hands while Codi stepped back in shock, her hand still stinging. Regret set in almost instantly as a cruel realization entered her mind. A fact that was all too obvious thanks to the sound of flesh slapping flesh. There was no way Lotte was wearing a diaper. Lotte’s butt was just that big.

The calm and caring demeanor that Lotte had presented had all but disappeared. Let in its place was the mounting anger of a terrifying big. It was only at this point that Codi realized just how tall and imposing Lotte was.

Glaring down at a quivering Codi, Lotte narrowed her gaze and smirked, “Don’t you know it’s bad manners to spank someone without their consent?” she said, moving forward until she’d managed to back Codi into a corner, “Don’t worry, though. Here at CrissBaby, we have ways of breaking Littles of their nastiest habits.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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polkadotpatterson · 1 year ago

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Hi hello for the ask game: 🍓🫐☀️ (with sun being, if you want - two quotes from an earlier and recent work respectively that are thematically linked/reprises of each other 👀)

🍓 favorite poetic quote from a wip

honestly I feel like 90% of my poetic ability goes into my PMD fic which I have not touched in ages but I swear I do fully intend to finish it bc it's very dear to my heart and I'm pretty darn proud of it. anyway here's a bit from the half-finished chapter that's been sitting in my drafts since uuuuhhhhh. don't worry about it

And so you climb. Past the clinging flowers and the skeletons of trees, past the soft blue-green streams, past rocks the colour of lightning that grow more jagged and angry the further you go. And all the while, the vortex of clouds tightens around you, the dark gray-purple-black of Zapdos’ rage throbbing like a bruise on the sky. There's thunder beneath your feet and thunder above your head and thunder in your mind and the world is nothing but thunder, but you keep going.

🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

well since we're already on the subject of PMD, here's a little bit about how mesmerizing oceans can be, just for you :)

The sea. The sea. It stretches out in front of you forever, a limitless expanse of water fading into the horizon. Your pond looks like an insignificant puddle next to the ever-changing ocean, this bright blue world that you could explore for the rest of your life and never see all of. Before you know it, you're right up at the edge of the cliff, staring down at the clouds as they glide across the water to join the waves in a hypnotic dance. You want to dive in and wrap yourself in all of it, let it surround you like a blanket. You want to leap through the waves until you’ve forgotten what it's like to walk on land. You want to dissolve into seafoam and fade into the deep. You-- You feel a nudge on your shoulder.

the pmd world is beautiful and also kinda messed up and that's a very fun combo to write :)

☀️ asker’s choice of published work: two quotes from an earlier and recent work respectively that are thematically linked/reprises of each other

hehe nice sun 2 reference :) well ok how can I see Themes and Reprise and not go right for Dot's rhythm. I looooove incorporating that into their pov, not just the literal recurring one-two-three but the way they often think and talk in three words or sentences at a time, and how at first they do it more when they're hyperfixated on pitching or going full No Thoughts Only Blaseball, but gradually come to both do it less and also reclaim it as their own thing and not something forced on them by the gods... yeah ok this is gonna get a bit long let me slap a readmore on it lol

there are soooo many instances to pull from here but I think the best parallel is probably from over and over and then over again, where they spend the whole fic feeling guilty and trapped in being unable to do anything but be a Perfect Pitcher even when it's the absolute last thing their team needs from them, helpless against the power of the gods as they watch the innings tick on and their teammates in more and more danger, spending hours of practice afterwards trying to not be perfect for once and the gods simply won't let them...

One. Two. Three. The blaseball makes a perfect rhythm even outside of the game, always hitting the wall within the boundaries of the ever-present rectangle they can see in their mind, strikeout after strikeout after strikeout. Dot reaches out fingers to draw the ball back to them after each throw, not needing to move from their spot. One. Two. Three. Perfect. Chosen. Unstoppable. One. Two. Three. Heartless. Ruthless. Unstoppable. What does Jaylen do, when everything is pounding loud in her head and the world is too big and too small all at once and everyone stares at her with hate and fear and she knows that her hands and her life aren't hers anymore and probably never will be again? Dot doubts that the answer is “more pitching”. One. Two. Three. Throw it somewhere else. Anywhere else. Stop doing the same thing over and over and over again. Why? the gods demand. This is perfection. This is what you are. This is a gift that many would kill to have. You think too much of killing, Dot tells them. One. Two. Three.

versus it’s how I know that I’m still here where Dot has finally been unlearning their whole I'm Just A Pitcher thing and with the alternative being losing everyone they love, they finally fight and take their power and use it for something different, use it to tear holes in reality and come home :')

“You are not the only gods who gave me powers.” The squid? The squid is nothing. Without us, you are nothing, too. “Then I would rather be nothing. Take my stars. Take my pitching. Take my life. Take whatever else you want, but you can't take me. And you can't take my family, either.” You know not what deal you are making. It will not end well for you. It is better to give in. Almost there. They’re almost there. They kick and push and struggle against the tide, watch the right world come back into focus. Almost there. Just a few more strokes. Reach the shore. One. “This is non-negotiable. I am taking what is mine. Myself.” Two. “I won’t let you steal me anymore. I have learned a thing or two about stealing. More than even you know.” Three. Stop that! Someone must take your place. You cannot stay in this world. “I'm through with being told what I can't do. I'm through with being dragged around. I'm through with all of it.” The field is within reach now, their teammates standing confused and concerned under the Dallas sky, the right Dallas sky. Dot had never thought of it as home, but they realize now how foolish they’ve been; everything in this world is home, all of it, and they’re through taking that for granted. You cannot run from us forever. We will find you. We -- “Don't talk to me in threes. This is my rhythm now. Not yours, never again.”

you tell em Dot!!! this is a pretty incoherent post lol but I went into it in more detail here back in the day

#thank you! there is. a lot going on here lol #answering moistly #mossy-kit

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the-1-and-only-horologium · 2 years ago

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dumping all my poetry about you

Down bad for you I have never been this down bad in my life ouch ouch ouch

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You make me mourn the person I could never be. Smarter, wittier, more genuine. You make me wish I was better, make me hate myself, make me ashamed. You wouldn’t want any of those things.

I can’t write your name, can’t admit I have wanted you for months, can’t humble myself before the universe even in the anonymity of confession.

I knew you hated small talk but I was terrified of doing more, of somehow showing I was paying attention. God I loved you. God I love you.

It hurts that no one ever wants me. No one ever sees me like that. I hate being ugly. I hate it.

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Folly folly.

My foolproof crush cure is to draw a frog skull in pen. To kill any unwanted love (I’m sorry I’m a burden) all I have to do is draw a frog skull in pen. You made be gotten rid of with a frog skull drawn in pen and then I can speak to you again.

He looks at me with that simple look that I’ve always dreamed of. He’s just happy to be looking at me. Last night he had looked so serious, and the pause had dragged forever (I think it was my last taste of heaven. Let me live there in the afterlife, suspended in hope like honey). But in the here and now his eyes make me feel there is more to me than the shallow layers I’m terrified of. He makes me forget being sixteen and drinking svedka and he makes me forget earlier today and feeling like a failure every time I clock into work. He makes me forget everything I loathe inside me and relive every word I’ve ever said to him. God, have I ever made someone look that happy, that relaxed? No. I haven’t.

He’s not looking at me. Not really.

I remember being young and knowing I was ugly and always would be. I remember thinking my only shot at being wanted was to be wanted by men who would violate me, my only outlet to be used. I remember how much it hurt to realize, and I don’t think it’s gotten any better. I’m just used to it now.

I want someone a little sad so I won’t be the only one who has to bare my soul.

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They played a song from a show you asked me to watch

I didn’t finish it

History repeats

I’m scared that I don’t love the way I’m supposed to

It doesn’t fill me like it should

I just had a magic moment. It’s the only kind of magic left anymore, the kind that exists with a francium half-life.

I was listening to our song (the one you don’t know about) walking to my favorite spot on campus (you’ve never been there). I was thinking about not-you, about muffins and new jeans and a Master’s degree.

A wind hit.

The silvery underside of each leaf caught the light, with the rustling crescendo of concert confetti. That was it, really, but that’s all it needed to be. It shifted my skin just enough to let me breathe easier than the second before.

I wanted to tell you about it but what would I say? The tap finally turned on, flushing out the stagnant water that had been puddled in my ribs since September? Who wants to hear that?

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It would’ve been easier if we had never been friends.

Because now, every night, every time I am not careful, I catch myself thinking of you. Wondering what you thought and what you think. Where are you? Did you lie as much as I fear? Was talking to me just another responsibility? And why?

“Why” has taken root more deeply in me than a child just learning about atoms, about dinosaurs, about gravity and the weather. “Why” perches inside the shell of my ear—I cannot hear you speak without hearing it too. “Why” spreads like fire, all my memories of you smoke-hazed. I knew I was too stupid, too young and too boring, to see the world as you did. To move through it as you did. Why did we end up in the same place at all?

There are fair and pretty distractions, a happy meal thrown into the backseat after school to stem the flow of questions with fries and cheap toys. There are the days when you don’t plague me so much. There is the life I have built while pretending you aren’t still laughing at something I said, giving me shockingly honest answers, sharing yourself. You are braver than I will ever fucking be.

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I hate drinking from cans

And when a cloudy day is broken

I’ve never heard your voice on the phone,

Why does that bug me so much?

The sky sparkled with cast-out handfuls of stars,

like some god’s change purse split open on pavement.

can’t we skip

the getting-to-know-each-other part?

like I’m not tricking you

can I fight down, like before,

all the rusty bile?

I watch her in her perfect sun-blush dress

With a smile that would send the devil running to repent

I watch her like a peeping Tom and then

Run home to try and write down her secrets

I know it’s not much but it’s what I can cling to

A few fingertips bruised against the wall

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I thought I heard rain but it was tires on dry asphalt

I thought I heard the song you loved

It’s easy to think in the clean space

We are young, working minimum-wage jobs and dressing like the magazines

I got blisters on purpose

See, I don’t mind how I scar and bleed, final-curtain red

Standing-ovation red

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I circled your birthday on my calendar—no caption

I wonder if I’ll have any words to say when the morning comes

I’ve been watching you get older through other peoples’ photos

Home had been somewhere hovering on your periphery

Longing, longing

I drove past the Thai place and screamed until it vanished in the rear view

I wonder if it was a relief when I stopped calling

I’m hoping you booked a flight to that blackout hotel

Find yourself in the silence like you wanted to

The bit of you I got to share

Playing a game of cancel-plans chicken with my friends

I haven’t seen any of them in a while

But I’ve ruined my life in million ways, so maybe it’s better if they keep a distance.

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There’s nothing like the empty I felt when I told you I was leaving

You threw down your hat

I knew you would be perfectly fine. Your love was just for my benefit

Like a salve, snake-oil sold in earnest

Wanting to be the one to fix it all. Even me

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I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I. Miss you. I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you.

And like a cork in a bottle I am undone. It’s your birthday today and everyone lucky enough to still be in your life is celebrating you, a privilege I will never have again. Damn you and your paradox, a smile that welcomes me, welcomes everyone—I could be anyone. Because when you had me alone you had me entirely and you didn’t even know.

There’s a fist in my stomach. Is anger always this blue?

#the wave waterpark

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poptod · 3 years ago

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Will You? (Rami Malek x Reader)

Description: Meeting Rami in the back alley behind an awards show.

Notes: ugh ive been having writers block for the first time in like two years so ive only been writing short stuff. i have a couple fics backpiled for various rami characters so thats coming up! gender neutral as usual WC: 1.5k

Ugh.

How quickly it all became too much. You wondered, clutching your aching head, why you even came here; large parties were never your scene, public events even less so. A world-wide broadcasted movie awards event was nothing near anything you'd done before. Earlier in the day, as you were dressing and readying yourself for the evening, you stared into the mirror and wondered then, as well, what you were doing.

Maybe––probably––it had to do with the fact that one of your favorite actors' presence was assured, and you rarely ever visited New York, making this the first time you'd been in the right place at the right time to have the opportunity to do this. You steeled yourself then and you steeled yourself now, digging into your clutch bag to pull out a carton of cigarettes.

You fumbled with the cigarette as you reached back in, searching for your lighter. A frustrated grumble grew in your mouth and came out as a curse. With a harsh sigh you yanked your hand out, throwing it up into the air, and sitting with a thud on a wooden box laying by the side of a large trash bin. You rubbed your face harshly, attempting to wipe away the irritation. To no avail––you had no lighter, and your nerves were itching, teeming with aggravation that crawled like bugs beneath your skin. You needed this and the world didn't like you.

The door you'd left the building from opened once more, swinging shut with a loud clanking sound that seemed to echo in the vacant alleyway. Drops of water fell into the puddles at your feet, still present from the earlier rain, and now filled with bits of trash. The very same water almost splashed onto you as a car passed by, its' wheels revving and spinning away through a massive puddle. It must've been midnight, but assholes were still awake as well, and the city lights showed no sign of stopping.

This was why you only visited New York City.

"Here," someone with a deep, rough voice spoke, and you looked up to find a vein-filled hand balancing a blue lighter between the second and third fingers.

There weren't any active lights in the alleyway, but the puddles reflected the street lights that stood a few meters away. That was enough to recognize him when you glanced to his face.

Rami fucking Malek.

He turned almost the second you looked up at him, meaning he didn't catch the sudden, stumbling recognition that flooded your expression. Thankfully, you had the time to calm yourself before he sat down across from you on a dirty (and probably wet) stool.

"Thank you," you said, lighting your cigarette and breathing in the sweet smoke before you said anything else. "You're a lifesaver."

"No, I just have a smoking problem," he said.

You both laughed, softly, and looked away.

You took another drag.

"You're Rami Malek, aren't you?" You said through the smoke that escaped you. It was rough on your throat, but you didn't especially care anymore. Somehow, you remembered a flask of water––just not the lighter.

"Yeah," he said with another soft, bashful, chuckle.

"I like your work. Or, your style," you mumbled as you tapped the ashy end away. He might've been a star of your dreams, and mere images of him might've taken your breath away, but you would treat him like a regular person. "It's.. unique, but familiar."

"Thank you," he said, nodding, a charming grin on his face. "May I ask your name?"

"(Y/N)." You shifted in your seat as you looked down. An ounce of humor came to you once you said, "you won't recognize the name."

"No, but I'm happy to recognize it in the future," he said, tilting his head in your direction.

You broke out in a laugh and a wide, blushing grin, shaking your head. God, he looked good in a suit––all black. Silver in his lapel. His neck revealed colored veins that led up to a jawline that would surely cut you. Why was he talking to you? Why was he being nice?

"You're a charmer," you finally said through your giggling, continuing with, "do you want some?" before he could say anything.

You handed the cigarette to him and he took it, pursing his lips and letting go with a puff of smoke. Even in the hot, humid air, those clouds coalesced and drifted away just as usual.

"You're not an actor," he stated, his eyes fixed on the cigarette as he tapped the ashes away. "Not here for that, so why are you here? Just out of curiosity."

"That's... a very good question," you said with an exasperated laugh. "I'm a teacher, I don't know what I'm doing here."

"Teacher?" He repeated. "My brother's one of those. What d'you teach?"

He handed the cigarette back to you.

"Third graders," you grumbled. He sucked in a sharp breath in a wince. "I usually do first graders, but not this year."

"That's rough, I've heard those are demonic years," he said, earning a laugh from you.

"Yeah, that's a good way of putting it," you said as you doted on the cigarette. "I guess this is just the first time I've visited New York when an awards show is happening."

"How do you like the big screen life so far?"

"Not very much, but I never thought I would," you said quietly, but he still chuckled. "I... I did think about being an actor, when I was a kid. I think a lot of kids do these days, though. Actors are.. like the new Gods. You know, in ancient times people would worship idols, and that's what people call you now..." you met his gaze and couldn't tear yourself from it, "... idols. Images of something to strive for."

He nodded, his brow creased in deep thought.

"After a while the world shows you what celebrity life is really like, and you read all sorts of things, see how people change... eventually you don't really want it anymore," you said, shrugging. "Or you decide you want it, or want part of it despite the other stuff."

He nodded again but had little to say despite being a celebrity himself.

"Which was it for you?"

"Hm?"

A spell broke over his eyes and he appeared to return to normal, having not heard or comprehended your words.

"Did you become an actor because you wanted all of it, with the bad parts, or you wanted a specific part and still became an actor despite all the other things?"

"... complex question," he said after a moment, rocking his balance back and forth awkwardly as you laughed. "I wanted to become other people, transform myself into characters. I was attracted to the job. Not the other things attached to it."

"Well I'm glad you became an actor anyway," you said, relighting the cigarette with a quick drag. "That way I could meet you."

"And I could meet you, as well," he said in that same, deep voice he used when he first spoke to you.

You could do nothing but chuckle and cast your eyes down, shaking your head.

"Yeah, I guess you could," you mumbled.

He reached forward, snagging the cigarette from between your fingers. That made you look up, drawing your attention back to the subtle lines marking his face, and the glow of fire that revealed cool, green eyes behind thick lashes.

A loud wave of cheering came from inside the building, and the both of you looked back at the steel door. Still unopened.

"I should probably get inside, the cameras might notice my seat's empty," he said in a similar mumble.

The cigarette, now nothing more than a filter, dropped from his lips and fell to the ground, squashed beneath his shiny, black shoe.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Have to be," you said as you stood. "Not wasting a fifty dollar ticket on my damn social anxiety."

He chuckled and said, "I'd invite you to sit with me, but there aren't any free spots. How about..." He'd been opening the door, but he paused, causing you to misstep and halt yourself only when your chest was an inch from his. Your eyes darted up to his. "Come see me after the show. I have a '97 bottle of Montalcino at home that I think you'd enjoy."

You nearly choked on your own spit, but fortunately for you, it only came out as a cough and a clearing of the throat. 'What', almost escaped your mouth in the most astounded tone before you bit it back.

Was he propositioning you? Was this a friendly invitation? Why was, again, Rami fucking Malek asking to spend anymore time with you than he had to?

You realized a silence had spanned between you when his eyes flickered down to your lips, at which point shock fully brought you back into your body.

"Will you?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah," you murmured. "I'd like that."

#rami malek x reader #rami malek

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multifandomthoughts · 3 years ago

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Dark King of Desire

MINORS DNI

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Penetration, Dry humping

The rain beats down on the Oro Jackson, lightning and thunder making it almost impossible to sail. But to support your captain and his crew, you stayed outside, gripping the side of the ship. The ship rocks and sways but one thing that doesn’t budge is Rayleigh.

His posture is tight, his voice booming through the storm as he shouts commands, muscles glistening from a mixture of the rain and sweat. His arms bulge as he pulls in the sails, and you have to avert your eyes just so you can focus on the task at hand. You’re soaked, and the only thing you want to do is go inside and dry off. But you have your own work to do. You linger a bit longer to watch him work. He’s just so alluring, the moments turn to minutes and soon you’re all settled in to brave the worst of it. Rayleigh looks over the whole deck to make sure everyone is accounted for, and your eyes meet. You look away quickly, hoping that between the distance and the rain he can’t see your blush.

You swear that his eyes having been wandering just like your own, but to what you can’t figure out. It can’t possibly be you, he has much more important things to do than talk to you. But here he comes, long strides and firm shoulders as if he’s talking to the most powerful person in the world. You shudder to think of what could possibly be so important that he’s coming over here for.

You try and find something to do so you look busy, and end up fiddling with a knot in the rope ladder. “Can I… help you, sir?” You ask politely, not looking at him yet. He looms over you, a serious look on his face but mischief in his eyes. “Seems like I should be asking you that. You were looking at me like you needed my attention for something. Mind telling me what that was?”

Gulping loudly, you begin to try to think of an excuse. It was rude to stare, and you had no idea whether or not he was actually looking at you. “I wanted to go down and lay in my room for a bit…the swaying of the boat was making me feel uncomfortable. But once I made eye contact with you I figured that I had been found out and I had to stay. I felt I had to keep looking at you to make sure I was still required above deck.” You mumble out, trying to look past his exposed chest and look him in the eyes

He nods in agreement with this explanation. “Alright, guess I can excuse that then. But going forward, you can just go ahead and slip below decks even if you see me looking. I’ll make the connection as to why, I’m pretty perceptive. For example, your panties are damp… or was that just the storm?” He asks, grinning devilishly

Your face turns a deep red, understanding the entendre almost immediately. Shaking your head, you take a deep breath before responding with a sly “I don’t know, why don’t you follow me and you can find out?” Letting out a deep belly laugh, you were almost certain that you were screwed. Instead, his strong firm hand clasps yours as he walks you down to your private quarters.

As you’re led inside and get a chance to think things over, you come to the embarrassing realization his innuendo was actually quite correct. Without even realizing, you had indeed become aroused. Mentally setting that aside as a fun surprise for Rayleigh later down the line, you squeeze his hand as you enter your room. Now comes the moment of truth, he called your bluff before so you have to follow through for the sake of your dignity. “Guess I should get out of these wet clothes before I catch pneumonia or something…” you sigh playfully, seeing Rayleigh has already dropped his wet coat and taken a seat on your bed to watch.

Your pants were torn, not from wear and tear but from slashes and stabs. That being said, it made it a breeze to drop them. Sighing, you step out of the soaking puddle around your feet. You bend over, pulling a bandana out of you hair and whip it back, allowing your hair to be free. However, it releases all the water, causing you to shiver slightly. Next was your crop top that you had created yourself; it was too fancy and frilly upon your purchase. As you cross your arms to pull it up and off from the bottom, you glance over to see his reaction. He’s just tapping his finger and giving an easy going smile, as if this means nothing to him. Frowning, you turn around so he’ll have to stare at your back rather than the perky breasts you’re now exposing to the cool night air.

You toss your top over your shoulder at Rayleigh, not even looking at him now. If he wants the show to continue he has to ask, otherwise he better be content with wet fabric. You hear the sound of a weight being removed your bed, then the soft creak of footsteps across the floor, and the next thing you know Rayleigh’s arms are around your waist. “Might if I help with the grand finale?”

You try to act indignant. “Hmph! I don’t see why you should get to, you weren’t nearly appreciative enough of what I’ve done so far.” You haven’t given me one look over, not one compliment, nothing! I might as well let your wet clothes cause you shrinkage. You turn away from him and pout, not letting your true emotions be known.

Rayleigh rest his head atop yours in a pout. “Don’t be like that. I was just being patient; you don’t applaud in the middle of a great concert, you wait until it ends.” It’s a great line, and he knows you liked it. Damn smooth talker… “I guess that logic is acceptable. Fine, I’ll let you do the last bit, but you have to show off for me first. And I’m not turning around until you say something else nice.” You can feel the chuckle ripple through his chest to his jaw, then he leans down to kiss your neck. “If I didn’t have my spirits literally dampened by these clothes I’d be rock hard and dying to feel you… How does that sound?” A delighted shiver runs down your back, and suddenly you’re soaked all over again.

In an impressive feat of strength, he rips off his shirt with only his bare hands. Drops of rain still cling to his smooth chest, a sigh escaping his lips. “I’m at least a little bit warmer now, but now my upper body is cold.” You don’t understand, what does he mean? Oh. Oh. He smirks, watching as you struggle to respond. You decide to tease him one more time. “Then go ahead and lie back on my bed. I’ll handle those pants, and then we’ll see if you even want to sit up again to get me naked?” Now it’s his turn to feel flustered, biting his lip to hold back a devilish grin. “I don’t know, most people can’t handle what I’ve got. But you, sweetheart? You seem like you’ll be a formidable challenge for me.” He coos, throwing hot and heavy words back at you.

“Then lie back and let me feel challenged, stud.” You order, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed and waiting for his obedience. When he complies your hands immediately dive to his fly and within seconds his pants are around his ankles… and you were so eager you yanked off his underwear too. Leaning over his waist, you’re now staring down the barrel of his sex pistol, and it’s every bit the monster you expect from Roger’s right hand man.

You rub yourself up against Rayleigh’s thigh, kissing him hard. “Does someone want attention? Or are you just going to sit there and make me do all the work?” Firm hands grab your thighs as you squeal, being hoisted into the air and directly onto Rayleigh’s lap. “Ooh, seems I came in for a rough landing…” you jeer, knowing full well what he is doing. “I guess you did my dear, and what are you going to do about it?” He retorts, a sparkle in his eye sending shivers down your spine.

You begin to grind your clothed pussy against his hard length, hoping to making him eat his words. Somehow, he’s going to wish he just shut up. His grip on your thighs immediately tightens, and you can see his brow furrow in concentration. His hips twitch, as if it’s taking a lot of will not to buck and roll against you. Guess he still wants to keep the air of composure. That won’t last much longer.

You can feel how hot and ready his saber is just waiting for you to sheath him. You have to bite your own lip to hide how much fun you’re having with this, and at the rate it’s going you might draw blood before any other fluid.

You run your hand across his cock, it’s warmth evident. Along with your hand on his shaft, you begin to wiggle, pressing into him. “Two can play that game.” He sneers, cupping your bare breasts in his hands. Kneading softly, he carefully runs his thumbs over the gentle buds, eliciting a squeak from you.

As if it couldn’t get any better, he pulls you as tight as he can against his throbbing dick. Every move you make, you can feel it pulse and throb. You stop for a minute, with Rayleigh pressing his face directly into your cleavage. His beard tickles as he gently shifts his face, looking to the left and to the right.

You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You’re not at your breaking point, however, your core aches to have his thick cock inside of you. Even just thinking about him makes your thighs clench, and you feel a damp spot in your panties.

Just as you think you’re about to give in and beg for more, he lets go of your chest and starts pulling at your waistband. Jackpot, he cracked first~ You put a hand over his and tut at him in playful judgment. “Tsk tsk tsk… someone’s run out of patience I see. But these are my favorite panties, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tear them apart like a wild man, okay?” On wobbly knees you climb off of Rayleigh and bend at the waist to slide the damp garment down your thighs. The fresh air reaching your wet and sensitive nethers is enough to overwhelm you for the moment, and you fall forward onto your hands and knees. Without meaning to, you’ve provided him with the perfect view of your bare sex.

“you know I’m going all out after that torturous foreplay, right?” You give a nod, and hope your body can endure it. That’d be a hell of a way to go out, your corpse being found by your crew mates the next morning with a shattered pelvis and signs of a heart attack from over excitement. But before he enters, you feel his hard cock playfully slide between your asscheeks and down to rub against your folds, causing you to let out a loud moan

Smirking to himself upon hearing your reaction, Rayleigh holds you steady by your waist and slowly presses his way in. He gives a guttural groan at the sensation, while your moan raises in pitch with every inch he buries in you. You push yourself against him, trying to attain more friction. Each inch he puts in adds another layer of pleasure, waves causing you to shudder. Once he is all the way in, he begins with a steady pace and hard thrusts.

Your body shakes with each thrust, your hanging breasts jiggling and swaying as his pelvis claps against your ass. Hands gripping the bedsheets, you try not to get lost in thinking about how deep he’s getting and how full you feel. Pleasure like this had been unimaginable before now, but you don’t want to picture what it would be like if it went away again.

Rayleigh is clearly enjoying himself as well, his grunts and moans soft, but audible enough for you to hear what he says. A curse or an oh god slip out of his mouth every so often, and that turns you on more, quickening your release. Meanwhile, Rayleigh is having an internal struggle of his own, your tight and soaking pussy treating him better than he can recall getting from any other. He wants to enjoy this for as long as he can, but between the mad teasing before and this current euphoria it’s hard to hold the tidal wave back for too much longer.

The two of you continue to rock the bed while the ship rocks in the storm, passion deafening all noise but each other. The wave reaches its crest sooner than you would like but later than you thought with how worked up you were to start with, and Rayleigh hunches over you to keep you close and deep as he finishes. Your orgasmic scream is muffled as he cranes your head back for a deep kiss, and you remain joined at both ends as his pulsing member pumps a hearty load into you.

You sigh, collapsing from exhaustion. Always the gentleman, Rayleigh pulls you up into a comfortable position. “Are you alright?” He questions, a slightly glassy look in his eyes. You gently nod to him and run your hand over his chest with a happy sigh. He pulls the covers over you two, and wraps an arm around your shoulder. What an end to the night.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh x reader #I will fix formatting later

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years ago

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For the Colton Imagine can it be something like proposal or with kids (he just looks adorable with children)

Kids - Colton Parayko

A/N: Of course, baby! I chose with kids because I just couldn't say no to that. Here it is.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Kids (?). Just Colton melting over kids and being their favorite.

To say that your boyfriend looked cute when with kids, is an understatement. He’s just the purest and most adorable person when he’s close to a kid. His whole expression can change when his eyes land on the small young humans, and so does his smile and his tone of voice.

Colton is just a sight to see. And a great helper too.

The reason behind that is that you’re a kindergarten teacher. You, as someone that has always loved the idea of being around kids, are still young and learning in your job on how to be a great teacher and even role model to such young kids.

Right off when you started your career, before meeting Colton, you wanted kids to have the best of experiences in your classroom. You wanted to be the coolest teacher, all because you also had that when you were younger. And that came with a lot of fun activities throughout the week and a lot of decorating to do in your classroom.

Is it tiring? Yes. But is it worth it when the kids run in every morning all excited to see you? Oh, absolutely.

Close to any festive date, you remodel your classroom with the help of your coworkers - and Colton, when he’s free - and always do a list of all the activities you want to do during the week.

Imagination is key in this job.

You met Colton a year into your job. It was a random date you had set yourself in by a dating app - something your friends had forced you to try and see what would happen.

On that date, the first minutes were a bit awkward, you felt nervous and Colton felt all anxious. You were scared that it would all just be a recipe for disaster.

For an example, the thoughts that ran through your mind were all about: what if one of you just said something completely random or talked too much?

Ugh, it was stressful, to say the least.

But that was until you said what you do for a living. Oh, the heart eyes he gave you.

“So, you like kids?” He had asked you.

“Of course! Ever since I was teenager and babysat my neighbor’s kid.”

You won your way to his heart right away. He made you all sorts of questions about your job and just smiled all the time you would mention your favorite moments with the kids.

And when you asked about him, and he told all sorts of opportunities he has had with his job to hang out with kids. And you felt like you melted into a puddle.

He would mention how many times he has infiltrated himself onto small kids’ skating-classes at the Enterprise center and how they would always let him help out. Kids are, honestly, who rule the soft spot on his heart.

All the stories the two of you had, were just what saved that date. It was what made you talk for hours and hours about one another and make you notice how much more you have in common, other than liking kids.

Both of your friend groups would just think that their ears would fall off if they heard you talk about one another one more time, during the following weeks.

Three dates in and you’re dating. Living your absolute best life.

And two years later, which is now, you’re still dating Colton. You, now, go and see him in every home game and he picks you up from work every time he’s free. He also helps you with buying stuff for your classroom - when it needs redecoration, or when you need help with getting stuff ready on big days.

“Can you pass me the scissors, babe?” Colton asks you as he stares intensely at the piece of paper.

You pass him the scissors quickly and he whispers at you a little ‘thank you’.

You’re both sitting in one of the small tables of your classroom while cutting up some drawn and painted balloons.

Today marks a week away from your class’s last kindergarten day, so you’re getting everything ready for it to the best last few days with them.

Most of the classroom, if not the school, is decorated. You, honestly, just need to add the little details you weren’t able to finish on Friday’s afternoon, and Colton, which had a day off, decided to come in with you super early to help.

You look over at the clock on the wall and you almost let out a gasp. The first kids, the ones that always appear before time for class, are almost here.

Quickly you stand on your feet and go get the other things ready while Colton continues to cut up balloons or drawing cute faces on them.

You open the bags of candy and start putting two down by the desk of each kid, probably looking like a maniac at how quick you’re moving around.

You dunk the rest in the bowl by your desk, and you hear, very faintly, a little giggle at the end of the hall.

Oh, here they come.

You grab onto your sheets of paper and look over your shoulder at the door of your classroom, seeing it open very slowly. A small head of dark curls appears and a group of gasps escapes the children at the door.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N!” The girl that peeked in first says with her big smile.

“Good morning!” You say back with a smile.

Colton lifts his gaze from his little balloon and he sees the small kids, all staring up at you by the door. He smiles as you let them in the class and all their eyes land on him as he comes into view.

“This is Colton, he’s just helping me out, today.” You explained to them.

Some of the shyer kids hesitated a bit when walking in the colorful room, but the extroverts just sprinted to him with their toothless smiles.

“Hi!” They all screamed at him at different timings. “I’m Jacob!” One of them screams while everyone else also begins their introductions.

Colton smiles at them and soon a wave of questions hits him.

Children, when not scared, are one of the most curious beings in the world, so they will ask anyone about anything. And that comes with a large lack of filter too. But that is not something anyone that has come close to a child doesn’t know.

Colton, to your surprise, was able to answer every single one of them without ignoring any kids. Something you, their teacher, still have some difficulty doing, today.

While most of the kids are distracted with him, you go and drift your attention towards the shyest ones. You walk over to the door and go help the ones who are hesitating to walk in, holding up your hand at them before crouching down to their level to say a little ‘good morning’.

In a matter of very few minutes, you’re able to warm them up with the idea of walking in - which, indeed, has a lot to do with the candies that are resting on their desks.

When the small group of kids clears out your door, you notice a special girl you’ve grown to love ever since you started working here.

Her name is Addison and she is the purest, yet the shyest kid you’ve ever come to meet. She’s timid to the point of preferring to be alone all day, even in the park in recess. She has had to change classes a bunch of times due to that lack of talking and not making friends, yet she landed on yours a year ago.

Throughout this year, you have been trying your best at winning her trust. She’s a very scared little being and you can’t just leave her in the corner, especially when most of the stuff you do in class is for everyone to be involved and have a great time as a group.

There have been good days and bad days, yet her good days are able to make your heart melt. Those are the days where she’s able to do more than half of the stuff you offer her to do and with a smile. The most precious smile in the world.

“Good morning, princess Addison.” You tell her as she stands behind the doorway. “I love your dress, today!”

A small little curve appears over her lips and she starts taking small steps towards you. You smile brightly at her, still crouched to be at eye level, and she quickly is standing in front of you.

“Mommy did my hair today.” She whispers at you.

You let out an enthusiastic gasp and she smiles at you.

“Oh, well, let me see the masterpiece.”

She turns around to do a little twirl and you look to see her coily hair separated in two perfect buns, which are held by two glittery light blue elastics - Addison’s favorite color.

“Wow!” You tell her and she turns back to you.

She is smiling so brightly that you swear you’re already a puddle. She’s just this adorable human being.

If there’s any kid that will make you emotional when leaving on the last day, it will be her. No offense to anyone else, she’s just the princess of the classroom.

Colton, who is still sitting at the table, has found himself done with all the cutting and coloring, but also with two young boys climbing his back to dangle over his shoulders.

You weren’t kidding when you said that the kids are always in a good mood right in the morning.

He laughs at something one of the boys says and he looks over to check on you. You’re talking to a little girl in a blue dress and your smile is just as wide as it can be, as well as your eyes, which just twinkle with love.

When you finally stand back on your feet and extend your hand over to the little girl, Colton notices how her expression changes. Her small eyes study the room anxiously as she walks with you, and when they land on him, even worse.

Stranger danger, Colton, come on! Of course, the kids won’t like you right off the bat.

Before Colton could stand up or say anything to announce how he’s already done with his task at you, a little voice stops him.

“Mister Colton?” A little boy says while waving his arm around, “Are you and Miss Y/N dating?”

(...)

Half an hour later and your classroom is almost full, as hell as it’s almost time for class to begin and Colton’s time to leave. You stand back to look at what you just put on the wall, just to make sure it’s centered.

Yeah, looks good.

The usual giggles, ones you’ve grown quite accustomed to, are louder, yet only now you’re looking back to see what’s happening.

Colton is still sitting with the kids, he has two boys laying over his shoulders, which look like they’re about to do a handstand, and he’s talking to a whole other group that is sitting on the floor in front of him.

You walk over to your desk to check something on your computer before you announce the time to everyone - and end up breaking everyone’s hearts. And as soon as you take a seat on your chair, you notice that Addison has gotten up from her seat.

One of her little drawings is still sitting on her desk, but you can’t stop yourself from looking for her in the big group of children around your boyfriend. And that’s when you see her, walking towards him with a paper in her hands.

Colton continues to talk to the kids, but that’s when he notices a small figure appear beside him. He looks over and the girl from before - Addison, you already told him the name of everyone in the room - is standing right beside him.

He gives her a smile, which she gives back, just a little shyer.

A sudden weight is lifted off his shoulders - quite literally, because one of the boys became tired of hanging on his shoulder, but also because she had just smiled at him.

So, he decides to try his best.

“What do you have there?” He asks Addison, pointing his finger at the paper on her hand, honestly, just trying to make conversation.

Why does he feel nervous?

He notices her lips moving, but he can’t hear what she said. So he leans in, turning his head to the side, so she can repeat right over his ear.

“A drawing.” She tells him, again, in a whisper.

Colton snaps his head back to her and smiles widely in excitement.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Can I see it?”

Her lips move again and Colton leans in again so she can talk on his ear.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Colton asks extremely excited and looks over at her.

Addison nods with a little shy smile and a little giggle escapes her mouth as he looks at her with an open mouth in shock. She, slowly, raises her hand with the paper on it and Colton, just as slowly, takes it.

(Kind of looks like this - but make it hockey)

As his eyes land on the paper, he feels his heart burst at how adorable it is. He can tell that it’s a bunch of hockey players, all of them with blue jerseys and with hockey sticks on their hands.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-yells, making the girl look at him a little worried, “It’s amazing!”

Another giggle escapes her mouth and Colton, probably getting too confident, extends his (now) free arms to ask for a hug. She looks at him a little hesitatingly, yet before he could even think twice about what he just requested, she throws herself into his arms.

Colton, like with any other kid from class that requested a hug, wraps his arms around her and pulls her into the hug. Her giggles fill the room and you smile at the sight.

It’s impressive, to say the least. It took you so long to get that little girl’s trust and with one simple morning, Colton, not only got a drawing but a hug?!

Sounds unfair to you. Even though extremely adorable.

“So, you’re a blues fan?” You hear him ask her, making you let out a laugh.

If she isn’t, he sure is going to convert her into being one.

She nods her head and decides to do the same thing as another kid is doing beside Colton - sitting over his leg. Colton, now with one kid on each leg, and still one over his shoulder, looks over at you.

His smile is just the brightest ever. He’s having the time of his life.

He looks back at Addison and shows the drawing she just did to her.

“Am I in this?” He asks her and she nods.

Her little finger points at one of the figures with blue jerseys and the only difference between him and the other guys is that he’s holding hands with someone. He eyes the other person with care, and just by the clothes that they’re wearing and from the hair.

It’s you. Holding his hand while he holds a stick with his opposite hand.

He unconsciously pouts at how cute it all is and fights his urges to stand and run to you, just to show you the amazing drawing.

You must have read his mind, because right as he thought that, you appeared beside him, also taking a seat over the carpet with everyone. It didn’t take long for some of your students to move over and sit close to you.

Colton hands you the drawing, which you carefully grab it, and he points at the pair of people in the middle of it. You smile brightly and Addison gives the two of you her biggest smile of the day.

She was proud of her drawing, but, now, more than ever.

“Ms. Y/N, can Colton stay for the rest of the day?” Someone asks in the crowd of children.

Colton laughs beside you and you smile at the boy who asked it. Before you could even open your mouth to answer him, Colton does it.

“No, but I can come back tomorrow (?)” He says, almost as if it’s a question.

He’s looking at you, and that’s when you understand that he’s asking you for permission. And as soon as the kids also notice that, a wave of screams hits your ears.

“Please!” and “Let him!” are screamed at you and you smile.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell him and he smiles.

The kids celebrate, some by jumping around, others throwing their fists in the air while screaming victoriously, and others - like Addison - just smile at the both of you.

Ugh, things can’t get better than this.

Hope you liked this! Sorry it took me a little long to post it, but I was a little stuck on one part. Really hope it was worth the wait.

#colton parayko #colton parayko imagine #colton parayko x reader #colton parayko imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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writtenbyrain · 3 years ago

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Under Pressure

Summary: Ladybug and Adrien Agreste have just finished a joint appearance before the press to raise awareness for a new fundraising endeavor. And that's when everything goes wrong. With Ladybug hurt and trapped following an akuma-caused explosion, the pair finds that they've just about run out of options. Notes: This was written as a part of the @miraculousfanworks Secret Santa event for 2021! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, @jaz_miracles, I hope you like it! Also, a shout-out to @aceonstandbi for being my wonderful beta on this fic. Word Count: 2,476

Ladybug struggled to keep her hands from fluttering at her sides, and she had to work even harder to still the fluttering beneath her ribs.

After all, it was one thing when she was bombarded by the press on the streets following an akuma battle. But standing in front of the press at a planned media event? On purpose?

And next to Adrien Agreste no less?

Well, this was a whole different monster. And not one she could call on her Lucky Charm for.

“Yes, sir?” Adrien politely motioned to a journalist who had been trying and failing for several minutes to raise his voice above his colleague’s. “What would you like to know?”

Upon being called, the journalist fidgeted nervously but stood a little taller, gripping his pen tighter in one hand.

“Thank you for making time for me, Mr. Agreste. I’d love to know: all of Paris has been looking forward to the public collaboration between you and Ladybug,” he started. “But why this charity in particular? What was it about this cause that got one of Paris’s most beloved heroes on board with you?”

Adrien turned to her expectedly, allowing her a moment to speak for herself.

Oh, he’s so considerate! Look at those dreamy eyes, the way he’s looking at me as he gives me the chance to—

Truthfully, the Agrestes didn’t have to try too hard to get her on board. At all.

Just the idea of standing next to Adrien here and now was enough—she could just about melt into a spotted puddle on the floor—but she couldn’t say that to a room full of journalists. Not when a line of cameras was trained on her and Paris expected, well, more.

Ladybug coughed and clasped her hands together to again try to tame her restless fingers. She hoped it appeared more as a gesture of authenticity and excitement, rather than one of a lovestruck, tongue-tied teenager who could barely keep herself from turning as red as her suit next to Paris’s favorite supermodel.

“W-well, what’s love not?” she responded in a pinched voice.

She saw Adrien’s eyebrows lift ever so slightly in her peripheral vision.

Get a grip, Marinette.

“I—I mean, what’s not to love?” She carefully corrected herself before taking a steadying breath. “You all know I love this city. I love Paris and all of its citizens, and I want nothing more than to keep everyone here as safe and happy as possible. So when the Agreste brand reached out to partner with me in raising money for a new children’s hospital, how could I say no?”

Okay, okay, see, Marinette? You can do this.

“When an akuma attack happens, I’m thankful that my powers allow me to undo any damage or injuries that were caused by the villain,” she continued. “But, unfortunately, I can’t undo that pain in everyday life. So knowing I could have a hand in helping children recover from non-akuma-related events meant the world to me.”

The resounding applause from those in attendance filled Ladybug with relief, but it was Adrien’s smile that brightened the room further.

The rest of the media event passed in a blur, with Ladybug blissfully memorizing the lines of every strand of hair on the back of Adrien’s head. She wondered fleetingly how it would feel to draw her fingers through the soft tufts, to tousle his hair with her own hands.

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“You were amazing out there, Ladybug!”

Ladybug’s heart skipped another beat as Adrien approached her backstage, a water bottle in each hand and the world’s most handsome smile sitting on his perfect lips.

“Oh, t-thank you!” She felt a rush of heat flush her cheeks as she accepted a water bottle from his outstretched hands. Their fingers slowly brushed in a moment that Ladybug could have sworn was straight from a romance novel. “Just, ah, doing my job! As a hero, I mean. Er, as Paris’s hero! N-not that you’re not a hero to Paris too, in your own way. I mean you’re Adrien Agreste, after all, and you—”

Adrien cut her off with a small chuckle.

“I would hardly call striking poses on magazines or showing off clothes on the catwalk to be ‘heroic,’” he said, his hands twisting over the remaining water bottle. “You’re the one out there saving lives every day. You’ve even saved mine before.”

Ladybug ducked her head, sparing a shy smile as she brushed her bangs away from her face.

“I just try to do what’s right,” she responded simply. “But I do have to thank you for teaming up with me for this fundraiser. I meant every word I said out there.”

Adrien took a small step closer.

“I know you did.”

Ladybug snuck a glance and was startled to see the faint dusting of a blush on his cheeks, as well. Was she so lovestruck that she was literally hallucinating now?

“After all, Ladybug,” he took another step closer, “You should know that I—”

Before he could finish, Ladybug was struck blind by an explosion.

The world tilted, and it pulled her down along with it.

Several long seconds later, she opened her eyes to find herself lying prone. The wall to her right was blasted open, showing only a sliver of exposed sky through the floating dust, smoke, and debris. Her stomach churned with anxiety, her adrenaline kicking in as pain flared to life in both of her legs.

Scrambling to keep her wits about her, Ladybug tried to call out to Adrien, to find out if he was okay, but instead she choked on the thick airborne particles still suspended around her. She swallowed thickly and fought to keep from squeezing her watery eyes shut.

“Ladybug?”

A silhouette edged in her direction through the smoke, arms outstretched, hands groping for purchase.

“Here,” she wheezed. “Down here!”

Adrien burst through the smoke, landing on his knees beside her.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his expression grim.

“I think so.” She tried not to think about the wreck of agony that was her legs. “B-but I can’t move.”

Adrien’s eyebrows knotted together before he scanned down Ladybug’s body and realized a beam had broken free and toppled across her lower half, keeping her pinned. From this position, she couldn’t wiggle out or free herself.

“Let me try to move it,” he breathed, not daring to look up. “Just hold on.”

Ladybug knew his efforts would be useless, she could feel the weight of the beam with every second that she endured the worsening pain, but she couldn’t fight the desire to hold onto a little hope as he reached down.

It felt as though several minutes went by wherein Adrien gasped and heaved, sometimes losing his footing as he grabbed desperately at the beam, all to no avail. By the time he looked back over to her, his fingers were bloodied and his face was pinched, the layer of dust on his cheeks cut through by tracks of tears.

“I’ll figure something out,” he promised, his voice wavering.

“No, Adrien.” Ladybug reached out toward him with one hand and did her best to sound calm and firm. Desperation prickled under her sternum. “I can’t lift the beam in this position, and you can’t either—it’s too heavy. I need you to leave me; go find Chat Noir, we need help.”

Hopelessness and plain fear broke across Adrien’s face then, his hands numbly falling to his sides as he stood over her.

“Listen, Ladybug, I—”

Muffled wails and cries for help seeped in then, and Ladybug’s heart began to beat even faster. She didn’t hear the rest of what Adrien said. The blood rush left her even dizzier and more disoriented.

There wasn’t enough time to fight or have an emotional moment with Adrien Agreste, not right now. Paris needed Ladybug, and Ladybug needed her partner.

“Adrien, please,” she pleaded. “You have to go find Chat Noir, I can’t do this without him.”

A heavy moment of silence weighed down on her, adding to the beam’s pressure over her body. Adrien only stared at her wordlessly, his left thumb and forefinger twisting a ring on his right hand.

“Adrien?”

His shoulders drooped, and Ladybug barely caught the way his mouth twisted downward before he turned his back to her and bowed his head.

“Plagg,” he whispered slowly. “Claws out,”

Ladybug’s vision was overtaken by green and, before she knew it, it was Chat Noir standing with his back to her. Not Adrien.

She allowed herself a moment—just a brief, small second—to scan her eyes over the back of his head. To take in the fine lines and softs tufts. To imagine tousling his hair with her hand.

And then she wondered how she could have ever missed the connection.

As he turned back around, his eyes were again brimming with tears, his frown resolute and his tail low as he walked back to her side.

“I’m so sorry, M’lady,” he murmured. “I know you didn’t want to find out this way… Well, you didn’t want to find out at all, really.”

“Oh, Chaton,” Ladybug reached out again, hoping he would take her hand this time. “I’m not mad, I promise. What else would I have you do? You’re here with me right now. And that’s all that matters, okay?”

Chat Noir turned, the look in his eyes indiscernible. But still, he took her hand and interlaced their fingers.

“I’m here,” he said. “It’s us against the world. Like always.”

Ladybug smiled.

“Us against the world.”

Her partner released her hand and focused back on the beam. He sank his claws into the structure, heaving it up with a determined strength he had lacked as a normal civilian. But despite his transformation, he still couldn’t lift it.

“It’s no good,” Ladybug eventually forced out. “You’ll have to Cataclysm it.”

Chat Noir frowned but obliged, the beam disintegrating from above her knees and releasing its merciless weight.

“Okay, I won’t have much time before I transform back,” he said as he knelt back down beside her. “We’ll have to defeat this akuma soon.”

Ladybug nodded gravely and turned on her side to start standing.

“That won’t be a problem, we’ll just have to—” She gasped with pain and Chat Noir barely caught her before she fell back onto the floor. Both of her legs were broken, the bones beneath her knees shattered.

She sucked in a breath around her own tears and tried again to test her weight on one side. But instead, she released a strangled cry, sinking back down in pain.

“I… I can’t. Chat Noir, I can’t get up. ”

She looked up at him with desperation—a look that was foreign and frightening to him. Ladybug watched as the rise and fall of his chest became quicker and more shallow with his panic.

“W-what do we do now?” he stammered. “Maybe I can carry you while we go find the akuma, and… and…”

“There’s no time for that, Chaton. I think…” She looked away, her gaze pensive but determined. Then she cleared her throat. “I think you need to take my Miraculous.”

“ What? ”

She looked up sharply at him.

“I can’t move, and we don’t have the luxury of time right now. I would only slow you down if you carried me all across Paris,” she quickly explained, one hand hesitantly reaching up toward her ear. “You need to be Mister Bug again. Only the Ladybug Miraculous can catch the akuma and fix everything. And I trust you.”

“No,” Chat Noir backed up by one step, shaking his head. “No, Ladybug, I can’t do this. Not alone.”

“Yes, you can,” she countered gently. “Like I said, I trust you. And now, I need you to trust yourself as much as I do.”

Chat Noir only looked away, pausing long enough that Ladybug’s heart nearly dropped along with her hopes.

“Please.”

Finally, he nodded once. And that was all she needed to see.

Sucking in a final breath, Ladybug unfastened her earrings, letting her transformation fall in a wash of pink light.

Chat Noir went rigid as he watched, his mouth gaping slightly as he recognized his classmate before him, her legs crooked beneath her.

“Marinette.” He stood there silently only a moment longer before urgency returned him to his senses, and he gingerly lifted the earrings from her hands. “One of my best friends has been right there in front of me, beside me, the whole time. And I didn’t know.”

He looked at her with amazement, and Marinette gave him a weak smile in return.

“You better hurry up,” she said, trying to keep her voice light. “After all, we have a children’s hospital to finish raising money for.”

Her partner chuckled— Adrien chuckled—and removed his ring. As his transformation fell, he handed the Black Cat Miraculous to her, protectively cupping his hands over hers.

“Take this for your own safety,” he said. “Even if you can’t move, you’ll at least have claws and the ability to Cataclysm anything dangerous that comes your way.”

“Good idea. Thank you.”

They held each other's' gaze for a long moment, relishing the fact that they could now truly, truly know the other. And then Adrien surprised her with his smile, a sweet balm to her heart, and he kissed the back of her hand, allowing his lips to linger over her knuckles.

“I’ll be back for you, M’lady.” Adrien stood, backed up a couple of steps, and put on the earrings. “Tikki, spots on!”

Marinette nodded mutely, thankful for the dust that hid the familiar rush of heat in her cheeks.

He threw one last glance at her over his shoulder and, as he got a running start to grapple his yo-yo and swing away, all Marinette could do was try to rein in the overflow of worries circulating through her mind, particularly over her legs.

Thankfully, she knew they would be healed by the time the sunlight ran out—not a hairline fracture would be left to remind her of the pain she endured today.

Not that this day was all pain.

Adrien.

Chat Noir.

Mister Bug.

This boy, no matter the name, no matter the suit, had her heart and her trust. He had won her over numerous times, and never in the same way twice. He was full of surprises, sure, but she knew the outcome of this day would be anything but surprising.

After all, he was a hero. He was her hero, too, and he would overcome this for them both.

And so, as she later watched the Miraculous Ladybugs burst through the sky in a blessed rain of red relief, she knew things would never be the same between them.

But that, she thought, was for the better.

#miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #rain writes #ladrien #adrien agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #identity reveal #hurt/comfort #Angst with a happy ending #major character injury #no blood or gore #ml fanfic

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yes-another-obey-me-blog · 4 years ago

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Feral boys that’s all I ask. 🤤What would the boys be like when they go feral? 🧐

In the light of me thirst posting I shall serve!

Lucifer.

- ya demon is prideful, he will parade around you and tease you. Oh darling he'll make it obvious what he wants but won't say a word or ask you for it. No darling that's your job.

- He will turn you into a puddle with deep kisses, heavey petting and wandering eyes.

- You will be pinned against the wall with just enough space between you two, to close but not close enough at the same time.

- You'll be seduced with his words and teasing, you will break first and he'll be happy to help you darling.

" If you wanted me that bad my dear all you had to do was ask. Don't worry, I won't stop until your satisfied. Now be a dear and scream for me."

Mammon.

- A tsundere to heart much like Lucifer he won't ask but he's going to be more blushy about it. But he does have a breaking point.

- If your oblivious to flirting you're going to drive him mad. Mammon will make shy advances, touches that linger a bit longer than they should.

- But you keep brushing him off as a friend, a oh boy does that make him boil. He goes farrel by pinning you to your bed and kissing you. He's done holding back.

- When he allows you to breath he spills everything, his true feelings, what he wants, and what he plans to do. Only if you let him of course.

" Ya must really like getting the great Mammon going don't ya? Ya feel that? That's what ya do to me Y/n, ya make me like this. I want to ravish ya treasure, will you let me?

Levi.

- The only way your going to get Levi farrel is to make him jealous. And that's playing with fire, or would it be Lotan in this case? Anyway it could end badly.

- It was just and otome from the human world, that's all it was, just one of your many husbandos/wifu. And he was losing his shit.

- That character was flirty, assertive, confident, everyone he wasn't and he was dying because you said that ones your favorite. Demon form engage.

- His tail wraps around your waist and pulls you into his lap, his hands on your game glaring down at the character and he bites and licks your neck. His thick forked tongue making it's way past your lips and wraps around yours sucking and pulling you closer. Congrats! You unlocked Levi: Admiral ending!

" I want you. I want your attention, your love your heart, your everything. I don't want to share you. Open your mouth I want to kiss you again."

Satan.

- Ever the romantic, he will drop hints with his poetry and romance novels. He will be oh so innocent about it to. Asking you to read this part or what you think about this poem. All of them are about sex and passion.

- He will read the poem aloud and as it gets more and more passionate, he will look you in the eye his voice getting deeper and deeper and eyes getting darker.

- Keep squirming under his gaze kitten he's living for your reactions right now. He will look you in the eyes and ask what you thought of it. If you don't want to go first don't worry he'll tell you exactly what he think of it.

- Contrary to popular belief, he won't ask to recreate the scene, that's unoriginal. No, no, he'll have you scream your own poetry for him.

"Befor we get to the main event I want you to show me your favorite spots. Show me everything, leave no page unturned, no word unspoken. You will scream for me kitten and I want to make sure your ready for me."

Asmo.

- When is he not farrel? Oh hun, he is ready to pounce at any time really. And he's not hiding that fact at all.

- Its the fact he's so casual about it that draws you in, he tells you his darkest desires about you, his fantasies, his wants. Love he's by no means shy.

- His goal is to get you farrel, he'll kiss you sweetly and let his hands wander and grind against you. And he'll encourage you to do the same, hand guiding you as you grind against arousal against his hard on.

- He smells so sweet and sticky you could get high on his smell and never tire of it. His hands feel so good on your body, your clothes are off when you pull him in for a second kiss.

"Y/n~ just fall into me already, I've been edged long enough don't you think? Just say the word and you'll feel nothing but bliss. That's what I like to hear~ Now let's get these clothes out of the way~"

Beel.

- We've all seen Beel when he gets farrel for food, now let's put that same energy in his desire for you. When he needs you, he needs you now.

- He's blunt about what he wants and what he needs and their both you. He's a big boi and will corner you and pick you up wrapping your legs around his waist. You can feel his stomach growl.

- He's hungry for you but in the best way possible, he's trying to hold back cupcake he really is but, it's so hard when your used to indulging in what ever you want.

- He moves you legs to his shoulders, his hands ready to rip your bottoms off. His eyes are focused as they stair into yours, he's asking for permission. He needs you and he needs you now.

"Please, just a little bite - bit, just a little bit is all I want. I know it'll feel good, I can make it feel amazing if you'll let me have you. Y/n please? Hmmmm Thanks for the meal."

Belphie.

- Another jealous boi but he won't admit it, he'll stare you down until you understand what he wants to do to you. But of course you going to make him put more effort into it huh?

- It'll start out innocent, inviting you to take a nape with him in the attic. All nice and curled up together both of you nice and warm. To bad he wants you hot and bothered.

- He works with dreams, and he will give you the lewdest dream he can think of. It's kind of fun watching you moan lightly in your sleep. He won't do anything to you while you sleep, this is just to make his intentions known.

- Your breathing heavily when you wake up and see Belphie on top of you. A tired smile on his face as he looks down at you pulling at your clothes. He already knows where to touch, just let him help.

"You make such nice sounds when you sleep, could have sworn you called out for me to help. Dream are just desires we want but are afraid to ask for. So tell me Y/n, what was your dream about?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me swd #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #satan obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me Belphie

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vventure · 5 years ago

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Spanx and Spanks

Prompt: “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

Pairing: dom!Tenya Iida x fem!reader

All characters are aged-up to 20+!

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, squirting, dirty talk (kind of)

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Tenya would be such a good dom, and I think he’d be a fairly sweet one at that. If ANYONE ever tells you that you can’t wear something TELL THEM TO SUCK YOUR ASS. You wear what you want and you flaunt it. I just thought this prompt would make for a really good smut with Tenya.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom she shared with her long-time boyfriend, [y/n] twisted and huffed at her reflection. She was on the fourth outfit option that day, and the heat from the sun blazing through the windows was making each piece of clothing harder to wriggle on as time passed. This had to be it, she’d be a puddle of sweat if she didn’t just accept the dress she was in now. That didn’t mean she was happy with it.

The dress was a cheery yellow skater, except that it really didn’t reach far beyond her ass, and with every spin she could feel the hot air against her lower cheeks. Whatever, time was slipping away and she really needed to get going. Her beloved, Tenya Iida, was waiting patiently to take her out to brunch. In what world was it fair for it to be so hot before noon?

To give herself some peace of mind, [y/n] slipped on a black pair of spanx and sauntered out to the living room where Tenya was sitting. He had his glasses off, trying to get them to de-fog from the sweat that was beading on his face and evaporating in the heat. Their air conditioning had been broken for only a day and they were both dying slow, sweaty deaths.

She assumed that he’d seen her bright yellow blob enter the room, and he reached for his glasses, pressing them onto his face. The spectacles immediately fogged over, though [y/n] thought it may be for another reason entirely as her boyfriend began to sputter.

Taking off his glasses, he squinted at her blurred form before stating with nearly parental authority: “You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Baaabe. This is, like, the tenth outfit I’ve tried on,” she whined in reply, stretching the truth to get him to relent. “It’s too hot for me to switch again.”

“What’s wrong with all of your other dresses, angel?”

“They’re in the laundry or they didn’t look right today.”

“I’m not taking you out in that dress,” he stated sternly.

“What are you, my dad?” She said with a huff. Tenya shot up from the couch and crossed the distance between them, his naked eyes boring into her own as he gripped her hips.

“You’re being a brat, and brats don’t get brunch,” he said as she tried to look away. His tight grip moving to her chin made their eyes meet yet again; his pupils were blown wide with lust. Oh- now things were making sense. She confirmed her suspicions as she glanced down to look at the bulge forming in his khakis. He took in her eye movements and smirked mischievously. “Brats don’t get that either. That is until they’ve learned their lesson.”

Slinging her over his shoulder, he sped to their bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed with her torso over his thighs as her ass peaked into the air. His large hand ran up her bare leg to the bottom of the short skirt and flipped it up so it rested against her lower back. She hissed as a sun ray shot onto her ass, deliciously warm even with the sweat pouring off her. Tenya paused, taking in the tight black shorts under her dress where he expected to see a pair of lacy panties. The pause was short, though, as he ripped the tight fabric all the way down her legs to her ankles. [y/n] whined as the material chafed down her legs; it had taken her almost three whole minutes to coax that tight fabric up her sticky legs.

Groping one of her ass cheeks in his hand, Tenya began to massage. Watching her supple skin mold under his fingertips made him let out a light groan before he wound his arm up to land a harsh smack against the skin he’d just been admiring. A shriek left her lips as a delicious stinging warmth crept along her ass. She wiggled her buttocks a little, causing him to slam his hand in the exact same spot, drawing a moan from her mouth. Another slap landed before her moan had even finished, turning it into a high pitched shriek.

“Tenya--” she said, her sweaty face craning to peer at him. He landed a slightly softer smack this time as he took in the pain etched into her features.

“You lost the privilege to use that name, brat.”

“Daddy, please. I need your cock,” she whimpered in response.

“Do you really think you’ve earned it?”

“Y-yes.”

“I don’t think you have,” he said, ignoring her as he moved her off his lap to lay on the bed with her legs hanging over the bottom edge. Tenya got onto his knees and spread her thighs apart, his hot breath fanning over her sweaty skin.

“Ah-daddy-please I’m too sweaty. It’s gross,” she whined. Her eyes were ready to pop out of her head when he took the crotch of her panties into his mouth and sucked lightly before letting them snap back into place against her core.

“Are you denying daddy his favorite meal?”

“No-just-I…” Her protests fell on deaf ears as he pushed her panties to the side with his calloused fingers and ran the flat of his tongue along her slit, making her buck into his mouth. In response, a large hand pressed down on her pelvis to keep her from moving. Working his tongue along her folds, he teased around her opening before pressing into it slightly as his nose rubbed against her clit. A mewl left her lips as she wished that sensitive bundle of nerves was getting proper attention; she knew that Tenya could play her like a fiddle, though.

His tongue swirled around her entrance a few more times before moving languidly up her slit to her under-stimulated button. Two fingers entered her soaked heat as he ran circles around her clit painfully slowly with the tip of his tongue.

His fingers pumped in and out of her leisurely, rubbing lightly against the spongy spot inside her, which made her whimper and writhe her upper body. As her thighs clamped around his head, Tenya sucked her clit into his mouth, giving it a light nip as his fingers pressed against her g-spot, making her lock her ankles behind him and arch her back off the bed as her orgasm rocketed through her.

She couldn’t tell if it had happened so fast because of the heat, or because of the spanking. Releasing his head, [y/n] looked down at her boyfriends soaked, but smiling, face. He licked his lips and pushed her farther back onto the bed before crawling over top of her while pulling down her panties.

She feebly reached for his trousers before he smacked her hands away and pinned them to the bed. His hips settled between hers and she could feel his clothed cock through the rough fabric of his khakis as he began to grind up into her. Kissing her deeply, he continued his dry-humping against her soaked cunt as she moaned into him.

“You like this, angel?” Tenya muttered against her lips. “Are you really going to get off just from me humping you?”

The metal of his belt dragged along her clit and she saw stars dance before her eyes as her toes curled and she groaned loudly in response to his question. She was already so close to another orgasm, and the cold metal in contrast to the heat of the room and their bodies was driving her insane. Taking this cue from her, Tenya did one more deep thrust against her, dragging his belt slowly along her pussy to grind against her clit again. Coming undone with a strangled shout, [y/n] squirted her arousal all over his pants as her hands grasped at thin air from their pinned position.

“Please, daddy, I need your cock inside me now.”

Her orgasms were making her legs quake and she just needed him the most to reach full satisfaction. No more was said as he unzipped his soiled khakis and pulled his cock out from between the teeth of the zipper. It was an angry red and the tip was swollen with precum dripping steadily from it. She bit her lip as she took it in, her pussy still clenching around nothing from her previous orgasm. Tenya lined himself up with her entrance and stared down at her, letting the tip of his cock stretch her opening just slightly.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, daddy. I promise,” she replied as he plunged himself into her all the way to the hilt with a hiss. Her walls clamped down on him immediately as he began a slow pace with his thrusts. The vein at the bottom of his member was running along her walls as the engorged head hit her g-spot with every thrust. Whimpers cascaded from her lips and her fingers dug into his polo shirt as he began to pick up speed, his balls slapping against her steadily bruising ass. After all his teasing, he was close to his own release.

“Take all of my cum, angel,” he gritted out through his moans. “Daddy wants to see you full.”

His words sent her straight over the edge and into her third orgasm. Tenya didn’t last long after as her walls clamped down on him, sucking every last bit of his release into her. Collapsing on top of her, he stroked some tangled hair from her sweaty face and kissed her deeply.

“So, about brunch--”

#Tenya Iida #Iida Tenya #Tenya Iida Smut #Iida Tenya Smut #Tenya Iida x reader #Iida Tenya x reader #BNHA #MHA #BNHA x reader #MHA x reader #BNHA Smut #MHA Smut #Tenya Iida x y/n #Iida Tenya x y/n #BNHA x y/n #MHA x y/n

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maxismatchccworld · 4 years ago

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Patch Notes

Update 06/03/2020 PC: 1.63.133.1020 / Mac: 1.63.133.1220 Console: Version 1.25

The Sims 4 Eco Lifestyle Expansion Pack drops in just a mere few days, and since we know that living your best Eco Lifestyle can take a little extra elbow grease, we’ve added some exciting quality-of-life improvements to help pave the way.

Between Inventory updates, new CAS assets from a surprise partnership with M·A·C, the return of two beloved NPCs, as well as some really cool new Build features, we hope you enjoy the update.

-SimGuruJill & SimGuruRusskii

NEW & IMPROVED FEATURES

INVENTORY UPDATES

Fellow hoarders, this one’s for you: We have updated the Sim Inventory with the ability to Filter, Sort, Favorite, Multi-Select, and Multi-Sell in one easy flick of the wrist. Managing that cumbersome pile of collectables you’ve been racking up for the past five years has never been so easy!

FREE PLACEMENT OF DOORS AND WINDOWS

Following in true Eco Lifestyle fashion, Door and Window placement is now also Off-the-Grid. But not that kind of grid. The limiting kind of tile grid that used to keep you from placing your windows and doors precisely where you wanted them. By holding down the Alt key while dragging, you can enjoy the smooth sensations of free Door and Window placement.

LADDERS

Ladders have been added as part of the Build System. Find your free Classic Wooden Ladder in the Build catalog in the Stairs (& Ladders) category. Unlike Island Living’s Dock and Ladder objects for use on water lots, these Ladders can be placed anywhere on your lot and like stairs, they can be used as a means for Sims to traverse from one floor to another.

M·A·C COSMETICS

Did you say you needed some fresh looks for your Sims? We’ve collaborated with none other than M·A·C Cosmetics to bring you 12 fashion-forward makeup assets suited for everything from everyday to night out glam. If you’re not already using it, on PC and Mac we recommend trying out the “Uncompressed Sim Textures” setting in the Options Menu, which is now enabled by default on the High and Ultra graphics settings profiles in order to see these looks really shine. While console versions of The Sims 4 do not have the setting in the Options Menu, each console spec is automatically using the optimal graphical settings based on system resources.

REPO PERSON NPC

The Repo Person NPC has graduated with honors from Discover University’s University of Britechester with a Degree in Villainy and has comfortably taken up residence in Base Game. Now everyone can taste their wrath if Bill payments fall behind.

BILLS UPDATE

Speaking of Bills, we’ve added a cohesive breakdown of Sim’s Bills information that can be accessed via an interaction on the Mailbox or Phone. Now instead of lumping everything together, you can see what percentage of your Bills go to Water, what percentage go to Power, insight into any Fees, Reductions, or Penalties. All this and more, calculated and cleanly presented for your finer understanding.

LEGACY NEIGHBORHOOD MAP TAGS

We have gone back and added Map Tags with Neighborhood Descriptions to existing neighborhoods that didn’t yet have them. We now have delightful icons, names, and descriptions for the no-longer-forgotten Willow Creek, Oasis Springs, Newcrest, and Windenburg. Ok, feel free to freak out now.

OFF-THE-GRID UPDATES

This one is tricky to list out in a single paragraph with attempted wit, so I’ll just drop this bullet list off right here:

The Off-the-Grid Lot Trait now ties into our new Bill updates, drawing from Water and Power utility. Without excess utility, lots function off-the-grid as they did before. With excess utility, they function more like an on-the-grid lot.

There is a new Off-the-Grid Build category that will allow players to find Off-the-Grid and survival-esque objects.

We've done a pass on candles to ensure they properly work when electricity is out.

Off-the-Grid supported Fridges now have an "Add Ice" interaction that will allow them to keep food preserved—so long as the ice remains!

Sim will now autonomously use stoves and fridges when Off-the-Grid, not just grills.

Harvestables now grant unique buffs when consumed off-the-grid.

Dogs and Toddlers now have a unique interaction to be bathed in Bathtubs even when Off-the-Grid.

Objects can now be cleaned using the "Use Elbow Grease" interaction. Yummy.

Players are able to gather Water utility from fishing spots in base game. With Island Living they can gather from the waterfall. Water can also be gathered from any world with swimmable 'ocean' water. With Seasons, water can be gathered from snow drifts.

Off-the-Grid specific buffs will now take into account motives and Sim traits when determining if a Sim should receive a positive or negative moodlet when living Off-the-Grid.

We've added multiple new recipes that can be cooked while Off-the-Grid given a Sim has the proper cooking skill level. Some recipes require special ingredients like the Boiling Frog Hot Pot—which adds a really neat survival element to off-the-grid gameplay, while providing Sims with powerful new moodlets that will help them survive in the wild.

NO TRESPASSING

Some people who have the Vampires Game Pack appreciate Vlad’s antics more than others. I personally love receiving a charming visit from Vlad, and sometimes I could really use a kind compliment about my neck. But we’ve heard there are a select few that don’t quite like having their Sim’s necks bitten and motives tanked by an invasive nighttime visitor with no respect for boundaries. Keep Vampires and other unwanted visitors at bay with a new No Trespassing interaction we’ve added to the Door.

SEND HOME INTERACTION

Speaking of unwelcome visitors, we’ve also added a new Send Home interaction that’s available on visiting NPCs or as a self-interaction in the case of multiple visitors. How is this interaction any different from Ask To Leave or Go Away, you might ask? Convenience. Unlike its less efficient predecessors, this interaction is nearly instantaneous and leaves your visitors with no hurt feelings or Relationship impact. We added it as a useful tool for players, not necessarily as a story-telling mechanism.

BUILD MODE ITEMS GRANT GAMEPLAY EFFECTS

How you build your lot can now affect your gameplay. Certain objects such as wall patterns, floor patterns, fences, and columns bring different gameplay modifiers. Some of these modifiers affect how your Bills and utilities are calculated by decreasing or increasing your Power or Water utility production or usage, as well increasing or decreasing the price of bills. Environment Score can now be impacted by certain objects and materials. Drywall walls without wall patterns applied now decrease environment score like they did in The Sims 3! The choice of floor and wall materials used can also affect the ability to spread fire or puddles at an increased or lessened rate. And if you’d rather build your lot without having to think about these things, don’t worry. There’s an Option in the Gameplay menu to turn all of this off.

FIREFIGHTER NPC

Oh hey, and speaking of Fire, that reminds me. Did you hear that we’ve added Firefighter NPCs to the game? We took nods from classic Firefighter NPC behavior from The Sims, The Sims 2, and The Sims 3 and added a few small twists for The Sims 4. When a fire breaks out, Firefighters will come automatically to your lot if you already have a Fire Alarm installed. That way, if you still like to let things burn baby burn, you can just “accidentally” forget to place a Fire Alarm. It’s okay. We won’t tell anybody. If you honestly did forget to place a Fire Alarm, you can call the Fire Department from the Phone or by clicking on the fire itself. If the Fire Department is called, but there is not an active fire, they will call you on your lapse in judgement and charge you a fine. You won’t be punished if there was legitimately a fire that was extinguished before they arrive though. The Firefighter Uniform can be accessed in CAS and gives any Sim wearing it the Fireproof Buff, which gives them some extra protection against fires as well as make them more efficient at putting out fires themselves. It’s worth noting that Firefighter NPC’s do not show up in Island Living’s Sulani. Sulani already has their local Fire Brigade to handle these kinds of emergencies and besides, who wants to wear all that heavy Firefighter gear in the tropics?

STYLED LOOKS FOR TOTS AND KIDS

More than 20 New Styled Looks have been added for Children and Toddlers, using existing Base Game CAS assets to better flesh out some outfit categories that previously felt sparse.

BALANCING PASS OF PHONE CALL INVITATIONS

After five years of Expansion Packs, Game Packs, and Stuff Packs our phone call invites were admittedly starting to get a little spammy. Moments after moving in, you’ve got Lucas Munch hitting you up, asking you to go to the Bluffs with him. Then not long after, you might have had Vivian Lewis asking you to join her at The Spice Festival. Jeez, let me get settled in first, why don’t ya? We’ve done a tuning pass to rebalance all of these previously competing Phone invites to give you a more meaningful and holistic experience.

LESS INVASIVE EARBUDS

In the same vein as the above balancing pass, we wanted to smooth out one of our more pressing notifications. The free earbuds pop-up that comes with Fitness Stuff has been changed to a more passive TNS and gifts your Sim the earbuds automatically when it triggers. The days of telling the game over and over that you don’t want free earbuds, or worse - hitting OK by accident - is a thing of the past.

CONSOLE UPDATES

Eco Lifestyle releasing on the same day across all platforms marks an important milestone for The Sims 4 as Simmers get to play the same content and share new creations on The Gallery together. In this update Console Simmers have a few additional features to improve their quality of life:

We have added a new Controls Overlay Reminder that shows up throughout CAS, Gallery, Live Mode and Build Mode which should make it easier for new Simmers to jump in and not need to remember all the controls.

If you don’t want to be reminded and you know all the controls by heart, you can turn off the Controls Overlay Reminder in the Game Options > Other menu

The controller overlay screens remain available for those who want them.

Now onto the fixes and updates:

The Sims 4

macOS players should no longer encounter the setLocale.zsh error. However, both Origin and TS4 must be up to date.

Sims will not have random accessories or clothing pieces when changing into towels.

Style Influencer Sims can now remove trends they have created, with the Reset Trend interaction.

Fixed an issue where Sims were not able to Care for Self after they had been in daycare when they were a Toddler.

Some roofs were updated to remove the appearance of black sides when placed on ceilings.

Active Sims will no longer get a Tense moodlet for lack of exercise when finishing exercising. Do you even push up bro?

Sims will no longer get the Fatigued moodlet immediately after starting a workout. Now, we know that endurance takes time to build, but we decided to give Sims a chance to enjoy their workout before being completely fatigued right away.

Child Sims will now be able to unlock the Video Gaming Skill after they have maxed out their Mental Skill instead of their Motor Skill, which was causing adult skills to reset for Child Sims when they completed aspirations.

Fixed an issue in which some Households did not have their names displayed in Manage Worlds.

Corrected requirements for completing the Great Landscaper task that is part of the Mansion Baron Aspiration.

Fixed an issue in which when utilities are shut off (either because of past due bills or Off-The-Grid) adding objects from Build Mode such as Lamps, would add them turned On.

The Water Pump, Fishing Holes, Romantic Garden’s Whispering Wishing Well, and Get Famous’s Luminary’s Exotic Water Garden now have the Gather Water interaction when the Off-the-Grid Lot Trait is applied.

Fixed an issue in which the Subtle Saucer Light was not being so subtle and made objects added from Build Mode be placed randomly when dragged near it.

Teen Sims will now see the appropriate tooltip when trying to acquire the Fertile Trait from the Rewards Store. No, they are not Robots.

Fixed an issue in which some Roof Eaves were clipping into enclosed blocks.

Fixed an issue in which the Clean Up interaction would drop off the queue if dirty dishes were placed on a counter.

Since we added a new trash bike to Eco Lifestyle, we’ve made the bicycle helmet available for everyone in CAS. Now you can outfit your Sim in a helmet, regardless of owning a pack that includes bikes.

Sims will now not receive occasional text messages asking them for a Date from other Sims that they are not romantically involved with. Because it was aaaakward…

Toddler Sims will not be able to Ask for Mentoring on some in progress mentoring interactions to strangers. Except for “Invite to Bob to Music” because we can dance if we want to, we can leave our friends behind, ‘cause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance well... they’re not friends of mine.

Fixed an issue with textures for the tops and landings on some Staircases.

Fixed an issue that did not allow randomizer to work correctly when Male Sims had Makeup on Create a Sim.

Plants can now be placed closer to foundations with moveobjects cheat enabled, as long as most of the plant's footprint is outside of the foundation.

Fixed an issue in which Simoleons were not added to Household Funds when moving and selling furniture.

Fixed an issue in which previewing certain windows on diagonal walls reverted their color back to the default color swatch.

Simmers on macOS Catalina and Intel Iris Plus Graphics 640 GPU will no longer experience seeing a squared shadow under their Sims.

Fixed an issue with the Wooden Prairie-Style Two-Panel door in which color swatches were not displaying correctly on both sides of the door.

Sims now can dispose of packed lunches that have spoiled. Out, foul food!

Fixed some oddness with disappearing Stairs within enclosed courtyards.

Fixed a Stair issue with Landings not working properly on lots with raised foundations and basements. Sims will no longer walk through walls and things should now look appropriate.

Fixed missing Career Promotion screens for careers in various packs.

Fixed User Interface elements and Icons across multiple packs.

Spandrels can now be properly applied on Fences.

Stairs will now not shrink when increasing Foundation heights.

Get Together

Fixed an issue in which non local Sim Townies would spawn in Windenburg’s Island, now named The Crumbling Isle.

Fixed an issue that caused an error to occur when deleting or editing Clubs.

As much as Windenburgians (Windenburgers? Windenburguese? Windenburglites?) love visitors from other worlds, they have voted them off the Island. Sorry, not sorry!

City Living

Fixed an issue that caused time to be desynchronized at Speed 3. Bending the space time continuum no more!

Vet Clinics can no longer be placed in Penthouses.

Yard Sale customers will no longer wander inside Sims’ houses and interact with their belongings. While prospective buyers are nice to have in any sale, this was just rude, this is NOT a Welcome Wagon.

Cats & Dogs

Game progress will no longer be lost when editing/adding/deleting career outfits in Create a Sim.

Fixed an issue that made Pets’ needs to not be fulfilled if not playing an active household.

Pets’ ehm… poop is now able to be used as plant fertilizer. Happy gardening!

Seasons

Sims can now sell Flowers in stacks from their Inventory.

Sims will now appropriately put their Umbrellas away before performing some interactions. Because WooHoo while having an Umbrella out in the open, seems complicated, we are not judging… but seems complicated.

Fixed an issue that made Simmer created Holidays in the Calendar populate after a season ended.

Father Winter will now be able to remove his beard and change in Create a Sim if he is part of an active Household. But who would dare shave Father Winter’s beard?? Who?!

Get Famous

Fixed the issue with the Actor Career where Sims were unable to complete their gig when they would travel and return home before it was time for the gig.

Island Living

Lotta Cocolatas will now be made with actual Coconuts taken from Sims’ Inventories. What were they made from before? We will never know! Never accept imitation Lotta Cocolatas… never!

Fixed an issue in which some quick meals were requiring a Microwave while being Off-The-Grid when it is not needed. Yogurt needing a microwave? I think not!

Mermaids in Create a Sim will no longer be able to have their Traits randomized. This allows them to keep their Mermaidism, as well as their air of mystery and charm.

Mermaids now will wear appropriate career outfits when going to work. So I can picture this now, Mermaids as Doctors would be a great TV show.

Fixed an issue in which some Island Living Tank Tops were categorized incorrectly in Create a Sim.

Mermaid Children made in Create a Sim will now grow up to be fully-functioning Mer-dults.

The Go To Work button for Odd Jobs has been fixed for Sims on Vacation.

The Eyedropper tool will now work on Stilts instead of only working on the Foundation Trims.

Fixed an issue in which Sims in Off-The-Grid lots were showering constantly. Now they will shower when appropriate. Though, with this heatwave, anything goes in my opinion!

“Dr. Mermaid/Merman, what do you recommend?

“I am prescribing some Vitamin Sea”

Give Russkii more coffee please...

Discover University

Student Sims will not lose their Term Presentations Boards when signing up for another term.

Simmers with Seasons additionally installed: Student Sims will no longer receive Academic Probation if they were on planned Holidays through the Calendar.

Student Sims will no longer be labeled as Graduate after completing the Graduation Ceremony. Congratulations!

Fixed an issue in which homework assignment progression was too slow and timers might have been missing in some instances.

Fixed an issue in which Sims were taking showers fully clothed. As much as the current heat wave is giving us creative ideas to cool off, it would be more efficient to not be fully clothed when showering.

Hair Style ymHair_EP08MensShavedPonytail_Black has been updated for Teens, Adults, and Elders to display all swatches. Similarly yfHair_EP08ShortBobBraid_Black has been fixed to appear as an option for Teens.

Sims that re-enroll in University after graduating or dropping out, can now rejoin their Secret Society. Likewise, if Sims get suspended and re-enrolls their progress will not be lost.

Fixed an issue with the "Gameday Glute Accommodator" chair that occasionally could make Sims invisible if they placed it in their Inventory. We don’t know what other powers the "Gameday Glute Accommodator" may have but invisibility is now not one of them.

Sims in the Law Career can now Attend Depositions from their Computers and Phones. Because you don’t need to break your computer to complete an assignment, that seems impractical.

Vampire Coffins and Sleeping Pods can now count as Beds in University Dorms.

Fixed an issue in which the Write and Publish Research Paper interaction would disappear from the options if it was cancelled midway. I mean, I understand rage quitting something but not to the point of my options to do it disappearing...amirite?

Fixed an issue with yfBody_EP08DressParty_SolidPurple in which pendant necklaces were not able to be seen if this asset was worn by Sims.

Fixed an issue that could make the Soccer interaction Study Plays with drop out from the interaction queue.

Corrected Final Exam Requirements for Elective Courses to say that for studying they need to do so on Computers or Research Machines.

To anyone who may have noticed the tiny head effect in the thumbnails if you wore the Dragon or the Lobster mascot costume without their hats, that issue has been fixed.

Humanoid Robots will no longer be able to have Traits or Aspirations modified in Create a Sim. You are a real Sim to me Robot friend, you are to me.

If a Sim already knows about the Secret Society, is it still a secret? Time will tell.

Outdoor Retreat

Herbalism recipes can now work while Off-The-Grid, however only on Off-The-Grid supported stoves.

Dine Out

Random NPCs will not leave Hamburgers on tables at restaurants anymore. As much as we like to receive free food, we don’t think it is proper to get them randomly from a stranger.

Vampires

Vampire Sims working on the Master Vampire Aspiration will no longer have the task “Survive for an Additional 20 Days as a Vampire” reset after traveling.

Vampire Sims with Full Sun Resistance are now able to properly tend to gardens and not tend to plants one at a time.

Fixed an issue in which you could set the Registered Vampire Lair Lot Trait for Venues.

Vampire child ears can now be changed after being aged-down from adult Dark Form.

The Rustic Candle Chandelier now has flame effects on the candles.

Jungle Adventure

Fans/Stans will no longer follow their adored celebrity into the jungles of Selvadorada.

Realm Of Magic

Spellcasters have regained access to Styled Looks.

Fixed an issue in which a Tank Top belonging to this pack was not categorized correctly in Create a Sim.

Hot Tubs that have been upgraded to unbreakable will no longer be broken upon performing the Zipzap Spell.

A Spellcaster is never not in vogue, but it’s always nice to have options.

Moschino

We fixed an issue in which some hotkeys in Photo Mode (particularly E and Q) were not working.

After popular demand, the Libearian bookend will now cost Simoleons. Nothing’s for free, nothing’s for freeee... take it away!

Tiny Living

Murphy beds will now be more resilient after first use. Warranty terms pending.

Fixed an issue in which Game Consoles were not usable with the all in one entertainment systems.

Fixed an issue in which Hair Styles from this pack appeared with their color swatches out of order in Create a Sim.

Fixed an issue in which Sims could not Put Bed Up their Murphy Beds after WooHoo.

We have also adjusted their pricing and comfort levels, bang for your buck!

Now the “Media Marathoner All on the Wall” will be actually the Media Marathoner All on the Wall.

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Dafni x Astartion || Rating: E (very spicy: See Ao3 tags for a run down ) || Ao3 || Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series

Notes: Sub & dom Astarion all in one fic? Maybe so. Shadowheart's off-handed line about the PC tying her up if she started to turn inspired this filth (I'm sure she'd be loathed to know that). I'm also a fan of the sexy misuse of spells and hadn't written femme dom in a while. It was a perfect storm. Evlish Translations: Qu tel sy- Bindings of the wilds

Astarion watched Dafni’s dainty fingers casually trace an arcane pattern in the empty space before her.

“Qu tel sy” Her voice wavered a bit in its attempt at sounding commanding.

Cute.

Tendrils of jasmine vine sprung from the earth below him winding up his biceps binding him at the wrist. He’d heard her make a sharp quip about tying Shadowheart up that afternoon. The comment had worked his way into his mind. He was normally much more interested in taking the lead but the idea of playful, defiant Dafni taking control was rather enticing. A fantasy worth indulging in at least once.

“Comfy?” She asked, her head tilting to one side.

“Very.”

With a nod, she began to leisurely undress herself. His hungry gaze followed her dainty fingers as they came to the tan leather straps that kept her breastplate fastened. She took her time with each buckle admiring the tiny floral etchings as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. Slowly she shrugged herself free. Carefully laying it down beside her long sword and bow. Next, she set herself to the thin metal plates that protected her knees, removing them and adding them to the neat pile.

“You are taking forever, Daffodil.” He complained.

“I could go slower?” She retorted leaning over as she slid her hands down her thigh to her cave.

“No. No, take your time I’ll just be making a mental note of what a terrible pricktease you are being.”

Dafni rolled her eyes, tugging off her boots. Her fingers toyed with the laces of her breaches before moving to the pearl buttons at the wrist of her tapered bell sleeve.

“I’ve been thinking about something you said the other day.” She mused, halting her undressing once more, “Can you really not see your own reflection?” Astarion let out a frustrated breath. He should have expected her to drag it out. The little puck! Really he’d walked right into this. He tried to pull his hands free of their bindings so he could have her and be done with this gods’ damned teasing but she only waved her hand casually, causing the vines to pull him firmly to the ground. “My, my someone is impatient! I believe I asked a question?”

“I really can’t.”

“So, you don’t know what you look like?” She inquired.

“I’m sure right now I look rather annoyed.” He quipped back.

“I’m being serious.”

Oh no.

Not the pout!

Her lower lip jut out ever so slightly. Her eyebrows began to stitch and his heart threatened to melt into a puddle. He was certain she knew he’d cave if she gave him that look. He had been able to resist when they’d first met but lately that quivering lip was a sure-fire path to getting her way.

“Ugh- Alright! I'll indulge you! Little brat...” He said with a stroppy huff, “I have a general idea of how I looked before. Lacking any evidence to the contrary, I just assume I look amazing.”

“Dear me!” She tuted with a chime of silver-toned laughter, “So cocksure. You satisfied my curiosity-” A coy smile flashed across her face, “For now anyway. I think that deserves a reward.”

She brought her hands behind her neck unbuttoning collar, tugging her blouse over the top of her head. Astarion gave a weak attempt at silencing a low snicker as the fabric got caught on the long line of her ears in her haste. An adorable pink bloomed across the apples of her rounded cheeks. Her fingers returned to the satin ribbon at the front of her pants once more, shimmying her wide, seductive hips as she slipped them off.

His breath caught in his chest as he drank her in. She was eternal in the warm candlelight. A goddess all his own. Plump curves. Full breasts. Her loose curls cascading down her back like a river of rose petals. Freckles like flecks of gold covering her soft, kissable skin. She looked like a dream, dressed in nothing but her smalls and the crescent pendant that hung from her neck. The cool evening air danced across her bare sink prompting a tiny shiver from Dafni. Her nipples hardened as goosebumps broke out across her exposed skin.

“You are outstandingly beautiful, to confirm your suspicions.” She hummed straddling his hips. He could feel her warm core against his length through the thin fabric of her panties. He pressed himself against her, rocking slowly against her cotton clad folds. She gave a delighted squeak, wiggling against the solid pressure of his erection. “ I wish I could draw so you could see for yourself. Unfortunately, I’m hopeless with bush and canvas. I am quite good with gab, however. I could paint you a picture with words instead? Would you like that?”

He’d be lying if he claimed to have never been curious about his own appearance. He had a few memories of his mortal countenance. But like the majority of his past time and torment had left them hazy and abstract. He’d definitely had a little more color in life. He could recall being fair but not quite so cadaverously pale. His eyes would have been the most severe change, save the fangs. He’d seen the same haunting scarlet in the irises of every vampiric creature he’d met. He flitted through his thoughts trying to recall their previous color. Knowing Dafni she’d eventually ask him, if not now later on one of her whimsical larks. He was somewhat sure they had been green? Her offer seemed more and more appealing as his mind shifted through faint, crumbing memories. It would be fascinating to hear what parts of him she’d taken particular notice of. Moreover, Dafni had the remarkable ability to see the absolute best in everything. His appearance would likely be much the same and what man wouldn’t want the object of his desire to spoil him with compliments?

“Go on.” He affirmed with another eager roll of his hips against the growing wetness between her legs.

“Very well. You have a strong, angular jaw and perfect cheekbones. You have a little birthmark riiiiiight- Here!” Dafni explained, noting the spot on his cheek with a peck, “You have the most heartbreakingly handsome grin I’ve ever seen. Your nose is very straight. I can tell you weren’t in many bar fights!” She giggled, tapping the tip of his nose with her index finger. Astarion scrunched his nose in response prompting another musical laugh from Dafni. Followed by a long, slow kiss to his lips. He slid the edge of his tongue along the seam of her lips. A dissatisfied curse escaped him as she pulled back. Dafni only continued to beam with bemusement at his wanting. She brought a hand to a stray lock of hair that had fallen into his face. She wound the curl around her fingertip before sliding her fingers through his hair. Tugging softly at the root as she pushed it back. “Your hair is the color of moonlight. Your eyes are my favorite, though. So striking… The color of fine claret. Expressive too! If I want to know your mood I can always see it in your eyes. Or by the tips of your ears. They go pink when you are flustered. It’s faint but I’ve spent enough time admiring you to notice.” She nibbled his ear to emphasize her point, drawing a quiet whimper from Astarion. She kissed her way back down his body pausing on the hollow of his neck and collar bones. “You’ve always reminded me of the statues of the first elves we had in Peleira. Awe-inspiring figures cut from marble and alabaster. Trim and regal just like you.” She slid off his hips, kidding each rib on the right side of his body before settling between his thighs. Her soft hand wrapping around his member. A needy growl fell from his lips as she began her lazy pumping. She let out a playful chime of laughter before running her tongue along the underside of his shaft. “And of course your cock is absolutely glorious! So long with a slight curve that hits all my secret places. While I’m not the inexperienced maiden you hilariously mistook me for but, you do make me feel as if I were. You make sex feel new and exciting, Astarion. You make my life exciting all around. Normally my fancies come and go with haste, but I can’t imagine myself ever growing bored with you. I’ve never had a lover hold my attention as you do.”

Her adoring plaudits were overwhelming. Each comment was painfully sincere. Her free hand drifted between her own legs. The licentious mewls she made as her fingers toyed with herself made him even harder. His mind was swimming with desire. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her snug, wet sheath. She must have seen the hunger in his expression. His body went taut as he felt her soft lips around him. Gods he wanted to touch her! To sink his fingers into her soft curls while she worshiped his cock. His hips bucked against her mouth as instinct took over. The sweet vibration of her giggle sending a shiver down his spine. He almost didn’t notice the feeling of more plant life ensnaring him, ankle to the shin. He could feel himself swiftly approaching the brink as she teases his tip.

“Daffodil…” His voice came out in a strained whisper, “You’ll need to stop soon. I’d still like to have you in other ways.” With a hum of understanding, she removed him from her mouth with a soft pop. Her thumbs hooked the edges of her underwear removing it in one quick movement. His wrist strained against his bindings as he attempted to reach for her hips. “Wait a moment. I want to taste you first.”

“You want me to unbind you?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that.” He chuckled a playful half-smile on his lips.

“Oh.”

Dafni’s belly flipped when she heard his request. The embers of confidence smothered by her own insecurities. She’d had her fair share of lovers between her thighs but she’d never like...That. Astarion was so lithe. She didn’t want to smother him!

“You can say no, darling.” He reassured, “However if you are worried about hurting me, don’t be.”

Nibbling her lower lip as a hot flush broke out across her naked body. “How did you know?”

“You have the same needlessly embarrassed look on your face as you did when I picked you up in the forest.” He sighed, continuing, “It's fairly common anxiety as well. I promise I’ll be perfectly fine. Besides if you accidentally suffocate me you’ll have to go fetch an emergency revivify scroll from Shadowheart and the thought of her reaction when you told her how I died is positively delightful!”

Dafni tried to hold in her laughter but it came out in a snort, “You are awful! What if she wanted to see your body?”

“Gods, I hope she would! Can you imagine her shock? Finding me all tressed up in jasmine after meeting my untimely end betwixt your gorgeous thighs!” He stated with a mirthful grin, “This all hypothetical of course. I fully expect you’ll be the only one to experience a little death from sitting on my face.”

Dafni felt her nerves steadying with his gentle taunting. She couldn’t decide if she was touched or mortified that he’d taken note of her insecurities. She’d never voiced them but he had been perspective enough to notice the little changes in her demeanor. He had a knack for catching on to the little things other people tried to hide. Part of the ‘wiles’ that had kept him alive for the past few centuries. She supposed his perceptiveness was the flip side of his secretary. Both had been informed by a difficult life.

She brushed her lips against his. Their foreheads pressed against one another. “Alright.”

Dafni steeled herself as she settled her thighs on either side of him. Ever so slowly she lowered herself towards his smirking mouth.

Oh wow.

All the worry slipped away with the first pass of his cool tongue along her slit. A lewd gasp broke free from her as he sealed his lips over her clit. Sucking and teasing her to delirium. Her hips grew a will of their own rocking forward, chasing the electrifying sensation. Her squirming only seemed to embolden him. His attention shifted to the mouth of her arousal. His tongue eagerly exploring her dripping center. Her confidence returning with each dizzying lick. She thought she’d feel ridiculous perched on top of him. The sight of Astarion happily ravaging her with his mouth left her feeling empowered and needy.

“Gods that’s good!” She whimpered rutting against him, “I-Wow… I kind of want to keep you here a forever.” She tugged at the roots of his soft curls pulling him deeper into her arousal. Promoting a delighted purr from Astarion as he continued to lap away at her quim. “Keep going! I’m so close...Ah! Astarion! Please! More!” A few more skillful sweeps of his tongue and the hot coil of building pleasure snapped loose. She hadn’t meant for the lamentation that followed to come out at such a high volume. She normally tried to be courteous of their friends. It was close quarters and they would likely not enjoy her keening half as much as Astarion did. She bit down her lip quieting another cry as the tempest of exaltation mixed with the sharp sensation of his teeth on her inner thigh. After a few swallows, he brushed his lips over the wound in a chaste kiss. She climbed down from her seat, flopping down on his cool chest. Her breath coming out in ragged heaves. “That was life-changing.”

She glanced up finding him staring with even more hunger than usual. His chin shimmering with slick. Lips stained red by her blood and his eyes alight with impatient longing.

“Years of practice.” He stated with a wicked grin, “Now if you’d be kind enough to free me, Daffodil? If I don’t have my way with you this instant, I might be driven mad.”

She nodded climbing off his chest to receive one of his daggers from his things. She carefully cut away the blossoms and vines that held him prone. As soon as the blade cleared the twist of greenery, he pounced, laying her out on her stomach. Dafni let out a peal of amusement, propping herself up slightly on her elbows. Astarion ran his finger along her slit, causing her to shiver. A dark, desirous sound rumbled in his chest as he sunk two fingers into her, “Still a little sensitive, are we? There is still nectar dripping from your flower down the back of your legs. I knew you’d enjoy your little ride. I certainly did. You’re so beautiful when you come undone. Squirming and squealing. Though, I wonder what the others will say now that they’ve heard you screaming my name like a trollop?” He let out a moan as Dafni clenched around his pumping fingers, “Should we see if I can get you to do it again?”

Dafni cried out as he impaled her with one urgent push. His hips met her’s with a smack before he withdrew almost completely. She whined at the emptiness, relief washing over her as he resheathed himself with another unyielding shove. It seemed being unable to touch her had inspired a carnal frustration he was desperate to satisfy. He gathered her loose hair up in one hand, yanking her back as he continued to pound into her. He hissed as Dafni brought her thighs closer together, savoring the hardness of his length inside her.

“Tell me again, tart.” He demanded wrenching her back to look at him, “Tell me how I make you feel like a vestal maid with my ‘glorious cock’.”

“For you, I am reduced to a lusty, untouched damsel.” She confirmed pushing her backside against him.

“Indeed you are.” He released his grip on her curls, bringing his hands to rest on the swell of her hip tugging her even closer.

He growled his approval before sinking his teeth into the warm hollow of her throat. With each sip, she felt his heart fall into step with her own. It was a strange sort of intimacy that felt a bit metaphorical. Cold, wicked, Astarion’s undead heart lurching to life. Beating in perfect time with her own as she coursed through him. Dafni knew it was a silly, romantic notion but that could hardly be helped. Especially when he was ravaging her with such vigor. Her second climax flourished as he pressed himself against her just so. She convulses under him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Astarion tore himself away from her neck, incarnadine eyes burning ravenous with a mix of thirst and fearsome wanton need.

He shouldn’t have bitten her again. It was a rash, risky choice, especially when he was already frenzied with lust. That first taste from her thigh had been the most exquisite yet. The sweetness of her blood mingling with the earthy tang of her slick had been transcendent. The soft, sunny, joy he’d experienced when feeding on her in the past had been replaced with a blinding exaltation that had nearly finished him off untouched. If the first bite had been transcendent the second had felt like finding himself in Arvandor itself. It took no small amount of will power to chase off his instinct to drink her dry.

As he beheld her writhing, buxom form an admission rushed out of him, “I never want anyone else to touch you again.”

Never?

Oh, gods, that was a fool thing to say!

“I’m spoiled for all others.” She assured, “No one else could please me as you do.”

Her words ignited something base in him, pushing him to the edge. With a final crude thrust, he found his rapture, flooding her snug, soaking, heat with his release. All the while his thoughts rang loud with one word.

Mine.

He lingered behind her for a while, his chest heaving and heart racing. He knew he must be a flustered mess and he didn’t really want her to see him like that. He’d already shown her too much. He squeezed his eyes shut. Composing himself before laying out beside Dafni.

When his eyes fluttered back open he took stock of the scene before him. Dafni’s expression was somewhere between dazed and ecstatic. The wound on her neck was still dripping red. The one on her thigh had closed, turning a deep purple. His seed seeped from her entrance. His chest went tight, his cheeks a deep red. She was well and truly debauched.

“Daffodil?” He said softly as he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, “Are you ok, dear?”

She blinked a few times before nodding, “I’m ok! Just a little woozy and overwhelmed, maybe? Kind of floaty.”

“Completely fair. That was...A lot. I might have gotten a bit carried away. Apologies.” He brushed the loose hair from her shoulder to get a better look at the puncture on her neck, “If you feel faint, you should eat something. Tell me what you’d like and I’ll fetch it from the camp’s stores?”

“Some water would be nice and maybe an orange? I think we have some left from the druids.” Dafni turned to her side, cozying up beside him. She looked up at him through curling pink lashes. Her mossy brown eyes expressing an uncharacteristic shyness. “After I have my snack, could maybe I stay with you again tonight? You can say no! I won’t be offended. I understand that you like your space and I don't want to be clingy! I-I’m just feeling a little vulnerable after all that and I don’t think I could handle a walk of shame right now…”

It always stung to hear that she expected him to throw her out as soon as the deed was done. He supposed she had every right to after his attempt to leave her alone in the woods that first night. It should have been clear to her he enjoyed her company by now. Hadn’t she noticed all of the parts of himself he’d conceded to her? He’d told her about Cazador- Not everything but more than he thought he’d be willing to share with another person. He let her linger in his personal space and hold his hand almost constantly. He watched out for her when she was too blinded by her own generosity to do it herself. He had even admitted how important her well being had become to his own! And still, she assumed he’d toss her out into the night.

“Of course you can stay,” He scowled tuting his disapproval as he spoke, “I just assumed you would start staying with me after I invited you to the other night. Apparently, I should have been more clear. Unless I tell you otherwise, you are always welcome to stay with me, Daffodil. So please stop acting as if I’m some cold-hearted dastard? It’s offensive and it bruises my ego.”

“You mean it?” She chirped a blinding grin across her winsome features, “I can stay here whenever?”

He groaned, “Yes. I know you don’t like trancing alone and I like having you around. It makes sense for us to share quarters. If I need space I’m sure you’ll know. Now I’m going to get your food and water before you swoon from bloodloss or over-excursion.”

#astarion #dafni of gwynneth #elf writes #elf gets spicy #sunshine & starlight

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byeoltoyuki · 4 years ago

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Forever and Ever ⇾ JJK

Pairing : You x Jungkook

Genre : Fluff / Drabble

Words : +1000

A/N: @hopikoya this one is on you, you made me write it :p.

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"Babe, wake up." Jungkook’s voice managed to reach you through your sleep.

It was a soft, pleasing whisper that came with a gentle kiss on your nape. It was enough for you to crack an eye open only to see that it was still dark outside which meant that it was still too early to get up and that Jungkook had a bad idea on mind.

You groaned, snuggled closer to your pillow and refused to acknowledge him. But Jungkook was a stubborn man, probably even more stubborn than you were and when he had something on his mind, there was nothing and nobody who could stop him from getting it. In this case, it meant you were bound to wake up whenever you wanted it or not.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his naked body (to what you groaned one more time) so he could have a better access to your body. He didn’t waste a single second as his beautiful, pink lips found your skin. He peppered your body with soft, ticklish kisses; nape, shoulder, back, he left absolutely no inches of your skin untouched.

"Jungkook." You warned him, your voice not sounding so sleepy anymore. He, of course, didn’t pay attention to your warning and kept bothering you in a very sweet way (it was sweet, your body reacted on its own by getting even closer to him and asking for more).

Jungkook chuckled at that. "Oh come on, babe." He gently moved your hair to expose more of your tender neck, lips latching on your skin, nibbling gently. A soft moan left your lips rewarding his efforts. He made it hard for you to ignore him.

"Come on!" He kissed right under your ear - you shivered in response, chills running down your spine.

"I’m going to kill you." You spun in the bed to face him, now fully awake, frowning at him.

Jungkook’s eyes shone brightly at his success; he was smiling widely, cute wrinkles showing around his eyes. He had that stupid, goofy, loving look that instantly melted your heart into puddle. Two years ago, it was all you needed to fall for him: a lame joke, a cute smile and those beautiful eyes.

It was hard to stay mad when he looked so lovingly at you. You felt your annoyance falter just to completely vanish the moment he planted a kiss on the tip of your nose. Yep. Two years later and you were still completely whipped for the man.

"It’s unfair, just so you know." You complained with a pout.

"Unfair?" He laughed

"Yes." You poked his chest, "I’m supposed to be annoyed because you rudely woke me up! And you," you poked him again, "Look at me as if I’m the most precious treasure in the world."

"You are though." He approved and leaned in to kiss under your left eye and then the right one before finally molding his lips against yours. You completely melted against him; his words, his lips, everything made your heart flutter, filling you with fondness and love.

"My precious girl." He whispered against your lips, running his tongue over your your lips.

“Stop it.” You pleaded against his lips, heart roaring in your ears at his words.

“Stop what?” He pulled you against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head.

You inhaled his scent; Jungkook always smelled good, smelled like home and your favorite activity quickly became burying your head in his neck.

“Being so sweet. It’s hard to say no to you. Even if I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Well. Since it’s hard for you to say no, I guess you wouldn’t mind getting dressed and go for a walk with me?”

This was definitely not the scenario you imagined. You expected him to wake you up for some slow and lazy sex but apparently he had other plans for you.

Reluctantly, you agreed (in fact, you were pretty sure he would have brought you out anyway).

It was still dark outside when you found yourself walking bare feet in the sand. The beach was completely empty, plunged into the darkness of the night. It was almost completely silent if not for the soft waves that reached your ears.

You walked beside Jungkook, hands intertwined, in silence; you relished the peaceful walk (despite your body reminding you with some uncontrollable yawns that you still needed some more sleep).

“Why are we here?” You finally asked Jungkook

“Hmm?” He hummed

“Come on. I know how much you love sleeping, I can’t believe you randomly woke up and decided to bring me to the beach.”

“I just want to watch the sunrise with you.” He admitted with a gentle tug on your hand.

That, sounded like a lie. You knew Jungkook enough to know when he was lying, and right now, seeing how his eyes were anywhere but on you (he looked anxious, you noticed despite all his trying to look nonchalant). You, however, decided not to press on.

After a while, Jungkook decided to halt, finding the perfect spot to watch the sunrise. He sat on the sand, close to the water and patted the spot right between his legs - you plopped in between his legs happily.

“Isn’t it nice here?” Jungkook whispered as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder.

You had to agree on this one, it was indeed nice.

Jungkook rocked you in his arms, humming a song; he knew you loved his voice (actually, what didn’t you like about him). It was soft, lovely and could easily lull you back to sleep.

“Look,” he pointed at the horizon. “It’s starting.”

The first ray of sun slowly bloomed on the horizon. It was light and timid but soon enough it grew until finally the sun had risen, turning the black sky into different shades of red and pink, reflecting on the water. It was a beautiful sight to witness and you couldn’t recall when was the last time you took time to admire such a view. Suddenly, you felt grateful towards Jungkook for waking you up.

“It’s so beautiful.” You murmured to yourself, wishing that you had taken your phone with you to capture this moment.

Jungkook agreed silently with you. But then, instead of admiring the view with you, he pecked your lips and was back on his feet within a blink of an eye. You watched him, confused as to why he suddenly decided to move but your question was answered way before you could ask it.

Jungkook started drawing something with his feet in the sand. You brought your knees closer to your chest, wrapped your arms tightly around it before resting your head on top of it, watching him silently while he worked on something. Maybe inspiration had found him and he wanted to draw something funny in the sand - you could only wait and see.

Approximately ten minutes later he stopped. Hands on his hips, he eyed his work with a frown before nodding his head in approval.

“Come here babe.” He outstretched his hand for you to take it. And you did, just as curious to see the result.

He pulled you from the sand, instantly his hand flew to your back to steady you.

And then you saw it.

Your eyes widened in shock at what Jungkook had written in the sand. Unsure, not trusting your own eyes, you turned your head to look at him but Jungkook was only smiling sheepishly (and a tiny bit nervously) at you. He nudged you gently forward so you could have a better view.

“Will you marry me?” Was written in the sand.

Now that you had seen those words you understood Jungkook’s sudden wish to take few days off of the city, why he so desperately pestered you to come with him. It all made sense and you had to admit that you didn’t see it coming. At all. But it didn’t matter, not anymore. Not when your heart was swelling with love and fondness and your mind screaming in happiness.

“So? What do you say?” He asked, nervous at your lack of words.

All you did was circle your arms around his neck, get on your tiptoes and kiss him. Through the kiss you conveyed all your emotions, your love, your happiness and you hoped he could feel it. Because the answer was obvious.

“Yes.”

#jungkook #bts #bts fic #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts drabble #bts fluff #forever and ever

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thesims4blogger · 4 years ago

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (June 3rd, 2020)

There’s a new Sims 4 PC update available via Origin.

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