#so my thought is maybe it switches the order of the top and bottom

[itsalwaysdark]

my notes so far btw... i stopped writing down everything that appear bc there was a lot but im having fun yayy

[vifilms]

KNUCKLE VELVET, TORN ON MY TEETH

❝ VI!ONE SHOT ❞

pairing. pitfighter!vi x bartender!reader

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: arcane season two spoilers, soft angst, smut, bartender!reader, crashout!vi mends her cold heart, inexperienced!vi, switch!reader + vi, fem coded reader, coded alcohol addiction, slight spit kink, strap use.

KNUCKLE VELVET TORN ON MY TEETH, there's something charming about the pitfighter who doesn't stop drinking until she reaches the bottom of the barrel and the bartender who keeps walking her home.

wc. 7k+

rayray yaps. popping my vi!oneshot cherry, hehe, and i'm happy to do so. the vi brainrot has been real as fuck lately. i fear it's not going away anytime soon. but i wanted to give a special shoutout to @hypnagogics for proofreading this fic, means sm to me ily + my sweet bubba, @absfawn for the title name, i could kiss you until my lips fall off. the best people ever, i love them so much. okay, now i have yapped enough! happy reading, hope you enjoy.

Trapped in the abyss, just when everything had been taken from her life seems to sacrifice another offering on a silver platter. Something else that she thought could be hers, but wasn’t. In the end, all of it was the same. Life is the same. She takes three steps forward, circumstances out of her control take her apart like enforcers imposing their will on Zaun, and she’s forced to move five steps back. It’s all she feels, powerless. 

Wanting nothing more than to drown her sorrows, forget all that she's lost. For everything that’s been taken, Vi feels an overpowering loss, threatening to take over everything she’s trying to build. But Vi thinks of none of it now, she can’t afford to think of one more thing. So, she doesn’t. All of her mind forgets. She forces herself to. 

Zaun, Piltover, Jinx, Vander, Silco, and Cait. 

She drowns in blood, sweat, and liquor for nights to come. She forgets everything and you are just the cherry top on this one shitty sundae. Anytime she’s here, Vi manages to get herself into a fight. Each time. Every time she tries to apologize or hold an ounce of guilt in her eyes, you see right through her crystal blues. From the very first night, you called her bullshit. Even if Vi didn’t give in, it was hard to hide her small smirk. 

She lets herself think it’s because you’re a bartender. You practically get paid to read people, listen to them vent about shit you probably don’t give two shits about and break up the fights that erupt every thirty minutes. Overinflated egos and drunken assholes weren’t a great mix. The jury was still out if you though Vi was one. She could have both, she didn’t really talk much. Vi fought, drank until she couldn’t see straight, and you helped her up to her small apartment right across the street and up the steps into her said apartment. 

No matter how hard she tries, it always ends the same. Vi looking like an imbecile and you, the pretty bartender who shuts down every advance she throws your way. Vi wonders who had a stronger shell, what you’re hiding in order to protect yourself. 

Maybe she is just an asshole. 

“You don’t have to walk me up here. I-I can make it just fine on my own.” 

As soon as your fingertips let go of her fragile frame, Vi’s inebriated body collapses on the concrete steps, grabbing onto the metal framing as if her life depends on it. 

“Really? Now you wanna prove a point?” 

“For your information, I’m always in it to prove a point.” 

Even if your words are harsh, with a soft smile and a hand open, Vi takes it as you let her lean on your weight as you assist her up the steps. There’s little shame to be had once the two of you make it in. It isn’t like the first time and when she noticed the scrunch of your nose in taking the smell, tequila and grease. Vi thought it was cute but she halts any further thought. 

Quickly, Vi disposed of her leather jacket and pants she’s left in boxers and the wrap protecting her chest. The part of her life that seems to be kept together. She doesn’t really mind it though, you. Seeing her like this. Even more so, she enjoys it. You’re always so dismissive at the bar, hardly holding eye contact, turning down any flirting she hurls your way. Just like the vomit Vi had nearly thrown up on your shoes but made a quick diversion for the bush to the right of her instead. 

This is truly the only time she knows you want her. Not so subtly, your eyes trace her like each pinpoint of your gaze is painting her on a clean canvas, one Vi wonders if she’ll like or not. When she’s been around you, she’s been wondering about a lot of things — thoughts she quite literally can’t afford. 

It’s her, nothing ever ends well when her feelings can get crushed on the other side. 

Everything she touches burns to ash before she can even hold it for a moment, a second of symphony retaliates with years of misery. How could you be any different? She wishes you would burn her underneath your gaze, put her out of the misery she feels growing every day, but you don’t. You’re always pulling her out of trouble when you truly don’t have to. It’s not your job to take care of her or hell, even look after her. 

But you do and she can’t seem to figure out why. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Just shut the fuck up and let me help you. Not everyone has a motive. Some people just like to help when someone is so clearly struggling.” 

“I’m not—” 

You give her a glare that seems to shut her up. You draw a bath for her. It’s easy to find her towels in the only cabinet. It’s an acute studio apartment. More so of a small room with a stove stop, minimal counter space, and one bathroom enough to bathe and brush her teeth in. There isn’t much left of it but it’s hers. Grabbing the first aid kit, you kneel between her legs, the mattress sits on the floor, her legs spread and stretching out in front of you. 

“Let me help you. Alright?” Vi grumbles, a incoherent complaint, but she lets you tend to her wounds. 

It’s mainly just cleaning off her dry blood as she still complains in the process, but there’s a few cuts on her face and her cheeks are already beginning to bruise. It’s not a secret, she bruises like a peach but she always makes sure her opponent is leaving a lot more with just a few cuts and a bruise the size of a plum. 

It’s then, when you’re concentrating on the cuts on her face, the busted lip she’s sporting; she looks at you. Maybe it’s the first time she has, but without even realizing it, she gets lost. Not in the way Vi doesn’t know who she is, that she’s completely lost on, but Vi sees you. 

Bright-eyed, optimistic, helpful, kind — all attributes she couldn’t claim but wears like a badge of honor. As if helping others instills you with a sense of purpose, something that’s always been a lost cause to her. Fight until the next fight, and the next, and the next. That’s what she’s done, she's always been a fighter. She’s fallen back on it when needed. It’s clear to her. Like a vision she could see, crystal clear through some stupid ball, it’s always been about survival. 

But how much longer does she want to fight and how much more does she have in her? 

“Thanks.” Vi speaks softly. 

Not knowing where to place her palms, she settles for her thigh. Silent as she watches, nearly analyzing every moment, every glance, every little thing you’re doing. It’s sobering to say the least. You don’t need to be delicate but you are. It’s more kindness than she deserves, nearly leaving a bitter taste on her tongue but when you offer a small smile and a soft whisper, you’re welcome. 

It’s the sweetest thing Vi has ever seen. 

There’s something different in the way you look at her. The soft omission exposes how sweet on Vi you may be. Definitely more than you’d let on, which was well…none. Up until tonight, she thought you hated her. With each word uttered in your direction, Vi assumed you’d rather swallow bile than stomach her slurred, flirty speech. 

“Why do you want to help? It’s not like I’ve exactly been—” 

“Kind?” 

“Yeah, something like that.” 

This time Vi lets the smile reach her eyes and your smile gets even sweeter. She can practically feel the sweetness rotting her teeth as she speaks. It’s the first time she feels something new, something as bright as the light radiating through your eyes. 

“You just seem different. Even if you do try to hide it.” 

With a flush of crimson coating the apple of her cheeks, she’s never been quite as exposed as this. The next few weeks are spent with less drinking, but Vi frequents the bar just as much as she did before. She orders a few pints just to talk to you. She’s learning more about you, slowly but surely, you’re opening up more. Divulging information you wouldn’t have before, trust is earned. It’s something you told her the first night you met and to this day, Vi still remembers it. 

Regardless of how drunk she’d been when you said it. 

It’s a typical night. Vi flirted with you but you aren’t being dismissive tonight but you’re careful enough to not let her know exactly how you feel. Everything you say is guarded enough you keep her on her toes, for a moment she thinks she might have to become a ballerina. It’s a slow night, Wednesday. Go figure Vi thinks. There was a woman who’d also been flirting with you all night. Vi thought she was beautiful, sweet, funny…certainly was making you laugh all night. 

Part of Vi wanted to feel jealous but it feels too good hearing you laugh, she says nothing. Maybe you just don’t like women. Vi was known for reading into things too much, thinking everyone thought with their heart first just like she did, and assuming every hot and attractive woman was into other women — just like she is. 

But the brunette left before closing, leaving Vi and a few other regulars paying their tab as they stumbled home with a belly full of liquor of their choosing. 

“Alright Vi, don’t you have somewhere to be? Maybe getting some sleep for the night?” 

“I don’t sleep much, it’s better if I don’t.” 

“Keeps the nightmares away.” 

All Vi does is nod. 

“Story of the century.” You take Vi’s empty pint before washing it dispersing in the sink before cleaning up the remainder of the bar top. “Everyone’s got one around here and the new one is usually even more depressing than the last.” 

“What about yours?” 

“If you wanna hear that, I’ll have to be the one doing the drinking.” You smile but it’s the first one Vi recognizes as insincere. 

“Yeah, seems to be the stone cold requirement for a heart to heart.” 

Vi’s silent as you vent to her about the customer who refused to pay up tonight until you threatened to kick his ass and that wasn't enough, you threatened Letty on him. Vi found herself only slightly entranced as you spoke with such color, your animated voice doing impressions of the stubborn patreon, moving your hands as you speak, eyebrows furrowed as you finished the story. 

You’re done cleaning and are ready to close by the time you finish, locking the door as Vi stuffs her hands in her pockets, “Can I ask you something?” 

You cling to your bag like a lifeline. Vi notices how tight your grip is on the strap, almost as if you’re afraid. Of what? She has a craving to find out. “Why’d you turn her away? She seemed plenty interested. Not your type?” 

You take a step forward, just as close as the last time you were in her apartment, tending to wounds she wouldn’t have really cared about but still she let you clean them. 

You didn’t have to know that. Not yet, anyway. 

“No, not really. I like my women a little rough around the edges, stumbling out of bars so wasted they can’t even walk home by themselves.” You smirk, grabbing the lapel of her leather jacket as you tug her closer to you. “Or is that what you want me to say?” 

“Is it true?” 

You both know the hope in her eyes is dangerous. 

Hope. 

A foreign concept in Zaun. If you get too close to the flame, you’ll get burned, dusting into ash as if you never existed. It’s what shimmer did to people, wipe them off the map until they reformed into a shell of what they used to be. You didn’t just get out of a place like this, not without some help. Vi could barely even help herself. 

The both of you know it’s a bad idea. A terrible, god awful idea, but you still move in closer to her. Vi notices and she wipes the smirk off her face, your warm hands finding purchase on her exposed hips, drawing soft circles on her hip bones. She likes it, even when her heart feels torn from being blown to bits by a certain blue-eyed beauty. 

Vi likes you. 

“Your skin is softer than I thought it would be, smooth like pure silk. Not that I’ve ever touched it before but I’ve got to believe it would feel a lot like this.” 

Vi feels a tingle up her spin, your touch is overwhelming, more than she bargained for really. A stumbling, messy kiss is all she really expected if anything. Not this. Clearly, you knew what to do. Leaving Vi a little clueless in that department, she’s knocked off her feet once again but this time in a way she wants to be. But actually bringing something this special to anything more than a few flirty quips? It never seems to be her strong suit. 

So, she puts her best foot forward. Her big stupid mouth, one she can never quite fully silence. “I can guarantee my lips feel a lot softer.” 

“Vi—” You speak her name like a warning, an unspoken law you’re breaking by entertaining your feelings and the bubbling sentiments you hold for her close to your heart. You know better than to keep it so close, but the halo in her eyes blinds you to reason and you let it. 

“It’s Violet but you can call me whatever you want, sweets.” 

You chuckle at the pet name. 

“Just one night. That’s it. Just to get it out of our system.” 

“One night, sweets. It’s all I need.” 

— 

It’s how you ended up here, the third night in a row since the first, trapped under the web of Vi and her eager mouth. Slender, perfectly sculpted fingers feel like a hex to your cunt, every moment causing you to fall further into her spell. To say she has a certain talent would be considered an understatement. It’s clear Vi’s enjoying herself, fuck, damn near suffocates herself in your weeping cunt. Last night wasn’t nearly enough, she needs to have you, again. Not that you were complaining. 

As much as you hate to admit it, there has been no one as generous as her. As good as her, as sweet, as kind, and she did whatever the hell you asked for. Nothing has beaten the first night, her thumping clit nudging against your as she hiked one of your legs over her toned shoulders. 

It’s not a secret how built she is, far from it, but it’s another thing entirely to watch her flexed bicep ripple with every grind of her hips. Each movement seems to be calculated with precision, focused on doing more than just making herself feel good. With pure determination, glazed over crystal blue eyes, and a pouty scarred lip, she makes sure you’re enjoying this as much as her. With each moan you let slip, her confidence only grows until she’s commanded full control over you. She takes what she wants from you and in return you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, constellations created in the shape of her name as you come. 

“That’s it pretty girl, just for me, yeah?” Vi talks you through  as she works you through your orgasm with her strong hips, not stopping even after you’ve cum. She wants more and Vi pulls three more orgasms out of you before she’s done for the night. You expected her to be good. There was no shocker there but you didn’t expect her to be so sweet afterwards. Vi is a drunk, an addict, whether she wants to accept it or not. You could be just another object she’s addicted to. Somehow, you convince yourself it’s just a one time thing. It doesn’t mean anything, it won’t. 

Truthfully it feels much more than just a one night stand, more than an itch being scratched — the blossoming ache in your soul feels tethered to your heart every time Vi makes you feel an ounce of love — even when she tries to hide it behind a wall. Whether you’re aware, the wall can’t seem to stop crumbling. Brick by brick, it’s coming undone just as you have. Weak-willed and with purpose, you fall into her. 

There isn’t an inch of your body Vi didn’t kiss. Her lips tattooing every inch of your skin with marked affection, almost as if she’s mending your skin with the burn of her lips. When she claims your soft lips, haunting you with the salvation of perfection as her velvet tongue invades your mouth, the taste of you melting from her tongue to yours. The silent declaration you didn’t ask for but craved, the carnal moan leaving her mouth as she chuckles when your hips pathetically grind into hers. 

Vi enjoys your company, that much is clear, but this time you bring her to your place. It’s more or less the same. Both of you coming down from the highest of highs, you feel sticky, dirty, and damn right heavenly. Vi disappears into your bathroom, grabbing a wash rag before dampening the material underneath a warm faucet. Carefully, she kneels by your hips, legs twitching softly as her skilled fingers find your slit before Vi’s sucking the digit in your mouth. 

“I just wanted one last taste before I clean you up.” 

As she has before, Vi makes good on her promise and cleans you up. She enjoys when the pad of her thumb grazes against your clit, terribly overstimulated, your stomach twitches. All Vi can do is chuckle. 

“I’m just a little—” 

“Sensitive?” Vi smirks as you hide your face in the palm of her hands, the pad of her thumb gently caressing your skin.  

It’s the lightest she’s felt in weeks. Almost as if she’s floating on a cloud, she wants to stay up there in the cloudiest of nines. Just you and her and an aging mattress as she offers you everything she can give. Albeit, it isn’t much but she’ll still freely give. 

Like a dog with a bone, Vi corners you on the third night when it’s just you and her in the bar. Closing time has long since arrived and vanished into the crisp air of the night but Vi has you bent over the bar, desperation clawing at the weathered countertop of the bar as Vi’s fingers fucks your pretty little hole while her tongue laps at the slick that’s dripping out of you. Your pretty little skirt pushed up, your panties pushed to the side as she laps and sucks at your juices. She can feel you dripping onto her chin and it only makes her that much more eager to swallow every bit you have to offer. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this—” Fuck. Vi starts doing tricks with her tongue, sliding in another finger, pushing against the soft spot buried deep as she toys with you in the way knows best. “We, um, Vi we said just one night.” 

“Shut the fuck up and take it like a good girl. Or did you forget?” Vi moans into your cunt, the vibrations causing your thighs to shake under her mouth. “It’s not like you were complaining last night.” 

Vi silences you as her pace picks up, her fingers fucking you at such a pretty pace, feeling the build grow in the pit of your stomach edging to come to a full bloom. 

All of you begging for it to be released. Vi uses her free hand to slap your ass, sending you moaning and lurching forward. You push yourself back grinding against her tongue, before she removes her divine mouth as she kisses up your spine, her fingers stuffed inside you not faltering for a moment. 

Vi continues to kiss up your spine until she reaches the nape of your neck, her breath kissing your skin, your body shivers into her touch. Full lips ghost over your ear before whispering quietly, “Are you sure you want me to stop? I will if you want me to. I just thought you might wanna, you know, take my cock tonight. Give it a good ride.” 

The moan you let out would put Aphrodite’s to shame, needy and choked sobs escape you as her fingers thrust inside you faster than they have before. 

“Oh? Do you like the sound of that, babygirl? Want to show me how good you can be for me?” Vi doubled down on her efforts, enjoying how much you arched into her body, your hips pushing back as you grind into quick fingers. She’s fucking you better than well…anyone. 

“Vi, please.” Your voice catches in your throat, hoarse and full of need. An insatiable craving; one you fear only she can provide. A few mindless days and careless flirting to land in her sheets, her in yours, the details didn’t truly matter. A vampire out for blood, almost more venomous than precious canines breaking the skin, you yearned to suck on every last drop. But she didn’t seem to be in a mind frame to relinquish control. 

“Please what? I’m not sure if I understand you.” 

All of it, so tantalizing, so fucking infuriating. Three fingers inside you, effectively making you silent, shutting you up as she brings you closer to the edge. That’s the thing, truthfully, Vi has you right where she wants. Only a few thrusts away until you come undone around her. The black haired succubus increases the pace, thumb playing with your clit, her calloused fingers increasing your high as she applies more pressure on the thousands of nerve endings on your precious pearl. 

“Shit. You’re gonna pay for this.” 

“What? For making you come? I hardly constitute that as a crime.” 

Your hands reach for the counter top, you’re not sure what exactly you want, but Vi makes you come for the first time that night. It’s a game, the push and pull. Dangerous. Intoxicating. Some disposition falling far from your fingertips, a game to her and a downward hill spiral for you. Addiction festering next to an open wound and the only antidote can be found on her tongue. Tasting the devil’s mouth is one thing but swallowing the sensation of the woman you’re beginning to love is something else entirely. 

Vi, despite her best efforts not to, makes you fall over the edge. It’s more than her eager tongue and expectant mouth slurping at the vindication of your taste. The craving builds like an exposed vein. Her confidence irrevocably soars like a raven through the midnight sky. Even if Vi acts like she’s done this before, you could pull the curiosity intertwined with naivety a mile away. Violet has never done this before, not with a woman at least, you’re sure of it. She’s a fast learner and such a great accomplishment should replenish such a reward. 

With the energy you have left, you push your skirt down first, as Vi puts your underwear back in place. She doesn’t stop touching you. She can’t. There isn’t much she feels she has control over, this arrangement being one of them. She’s good at this and Vi enjoys it. Every other part of her life, failure surrounds her, her ability not to please anyone in her life. 

In a constant loop, she finds herself caught in the crossfire. Tugged between sister and lover, family and righteousness. Her enemy becomes her lover and lover becomes enemy — all of it poisons her blood and cures her core — and all of it makes her hear a voice she doesn’t recognize but it’s just as true as the four walls surrounding her. 

Oil and water. 

Collecting like scars on her porcelain skin, Vi feels herself sink like an obliterating star. There’s a wonder settled in her chest, it feels heavy and weak, two incapable fists unable to surround her heart with anything but loss, betrayal even. She can’t punch her way out of this one.

All of it wakes a fire in her chest, a dagger being punctured in her heart by the one Vi thought she could trust the most. She doesn’t want to admit it so she doesn’t. 

But this? It feels easy. 

She needs easy, light, even good. Maybe she doesn’t deserve it. 

Vi definitely doesn’t, the sentence flows like a never-ending stream of waterfall continuously drowning her. The blood on her hands stains her perception of all things pure, she wonders how she even sees you at all. How you see her more vividly than anyone, possibly even Cait. There’s no judgment, no snarky remark of where she comes from. Even if she thought there had once been love, Vi questions it now. 

When you come, it feels like a breath of fresh air, a golden wave washing over her sinful hands. Each stroke of gold, your grit and blind hopefulness soaks Vi’s entity. This is what she wants. There’s nothing more than this, someone she could love, who loves her. It’s uncomplicated but the feeling flees as you come to it. Vi can’t help but feel regretful as you cover your ass, it’s such a pretty sight. She can’t stop that she’s greedy, you’ve fed her for the first time in her life and now Vi feels full but she’s only human. 

A sinner always craves more. 

She lets her touch linger on the gold between your thighs, pushing the white substance back into you before Vi lets you feel how wet you are, the dripping slick feels uncomfortable caged into cotton underwear and she wants you to feel it. The breath Vi hears are still heavy, impossibly heavy, and there’s pride in hearing you center yourself, back pressed against her chest as Vi keeps you in place. 

The pleasure within your body begins to slither away as you come back into the angel you are and not the sexual deviant bent over the woman who never pulls her punches. 

“Felt good, yeah?” Vi says. Her angelic, sweeter than the cotton candy stick in your teeth, voice penetrates through. You like it too much. It shouldn’t make you feel as good as it does. Desperately, you want to keep this casual but you’re even losing your footing. 

You pride yourself on the lack of attachment; you don’t need it. Never really had. But then with her it seems to change even faster than the seasons, your wall breaks somehow in between from spring to summer. With intent, you move around, her bright eyes have darken a bit but the fading light looks brighter than you’ve ever seen it. 

Fuck, Vi is making this difficult. 

“You could say that.” You speak softly, a tremble in your voice occurs but Vi says nothing but she does smirk. “Can I ask you something?” 

You turn around and suddenly Vi is staring at your exposed cleavage, the one you use to draw in patreons and to fill your pockets with as many tips as one can muster. Vi had been one, a faithful one trying to drink her away to the bottom of every bottle until she found something else for her. Something that didn’t leave a burn in her throat. 

“What is it?” 

“Was it your first time? The first night?” 

Sheepishly, Vi blushes. For a second, she contemplates lying but you’d see right through it. Right through her. It would only take one look in her blues and you would know. 

“That obvious?” Vi struggles with her words next but she manages to murmur a lame excuse. “Stillwater didn’t leave much time for this.” 

“And after?” You tease but the sincerity in your eyes soothes her. 

“There could have been but there wasn’t. Some things just don’t fit.” Oil and water is what she wants to say but she bites her tongue. 

“You should have told me. I wouldn’t have been so, I don’t know, selfish?” 

“There’s nothing selfish about it. I wanted to make you feel good. Did you enjoy yourself?” This time she makes your skin feel hot. Fuck. 

“Yeah, I did enjoy myself,” you pressed against her as your arms loop around Vi’s necks to bring her closer “but I think it’s officially my turn to offer my services. Don’t you think so?” 

It’s how Vi ends up here, in your place, in your bed — soaked. 

If there was one thing you knew, it was how to please someone. You managed to pull whimpers out of her she didn’t even know existed. The desperate plea coming from her shivering body as she spilled in your mouth the first time sent a shiver down her spine, the band in her stomach snapping as you sloppily spit on her cunt, constant circles of pressure on her clit seeing nothing but your eyes look up at her. 

Not letting a single drop go to waste, you fucked Vi through it, swallowing her completely. Vi shed the wrap covering her chest next. Her body bruised from the pit fights but you couldn’t think of anyone more beautiful than her. You paid attention to her collarbones, neck, and her tits. Sucking on her nipples as Vi tries to come down from the high you placed her on, she doesn’t think she ever will. 

She tries not to think that she wanted these things with Caitlyn. Cait. Cupcake. 

Vi only allows herself to think of her when she’s dreaming, visions of what that could have been, what she used to be. All of it so trivial, so senseless when she thinks of you. How you make her feel is different and she tries not to think of what it all means. 

One night. 

Then two. 

Now three. 

In another life, maybe she was stronger, and didn't need to be wanted. Hell, even needed. She could wait for someone who she thought loves her but the other part of her doesn’t want to think, she wants to feel. Vi likes feeling the softness of your skin, the light in your laughter, the swell of your exposed chest, the way your greedy eyes take in her abs, your soft lips kissing every part of her skin. The smooth, the scarred, the unworthy — you take it all in such stride. 

“Do you want to stop? I think I lost you for a second.” You inquire to the pretty girl beneath you, her hands find your waist, creating makeshift circles on your hip bones. 

“No, that’s the last thing I want.” Vi brings you to her lips, capturing your bottom lip, tongue invading your mouth. She tastes herself as your tongue melts with hers and the rest of her worries melt away. It’s just you and her. “I want to keep going.” 

“Then tell me what you want, baby. I’ll do whatever you want. It’s yours if you want it.” 

It’s spoken as a reminder. All of this is her decision. Vi decides when she wants this, how she wants it, and you’re letting her take all of it in the way she needs. Vi tried not to think the first couple times, she never wanted her first time to be a big deal. Maybe with Caitlyn it could have been, but then she changed. 

Vi thought maybe she could too. So, she did. 

“Can you—” Vi stutters. Yet again her attention gets pulled to your tits, the softness of your stomach, she can’t stop looking at you. As if she’s trying to remember everything about you. She’s committed to it. Vi wants to remember the soft curves of your hips, the way you moan when she comes on your tongue. 

The sight of you looking down at her makes she lose every rational thought, she wants to commit to memory forever. It won’t be something she easily forgets. 

“Gotta speak up, babygirl. Especially if you want me to keep my attention focused on this pretty cunt of yours.” 

You sit between her legs, tilting your head, you look at her glistening pussy, the way it shines with her cum and your sloppy spit. It would look even more exquisite with a little more. Taking a beat as you take your time, you gather enough in your mouth before spitting slowly, Vi whimpering as your spit makes contact with her lower pair of lips. She couldn’t stop it, it slips and you’re grinning, hips desperately bucking to feel more of it. 

“F-Fuck, need your cock. Please? I need it more than anything.” Vi confesses. There’s no need for dignity, especially if she keeps it and you won’t give her what she’s itching for. 

“Yeah? Are you sure about it? Don’t want you backing out just in case you can’t be a good girl and take it.” 

She can take it but she can’t take the countless teasing, trapped underneath the images drowning in her mind. This is what she wants, someone to dissolve into her, make her forget everything that has happened, just a pretty girl with some pretty tits who knows how to fuck. Right? That’s all this is. It’s all it can be tonight. Her lip is busted from the fight tonight, knuckles bloodied and bruised, but you don’t seem to mind all that much. It’s all the same to you. Vi is all the same, that’s been clear from the start. 

Then, she decides to let her mind get shut off, let herself fall into you. You did know how to take care of her and tonight she would let you. 

“Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” 

“I promise.” 

Once the harness is on, you wedge yourself in between her thighs, tattooed and toned, brave and brawny but she transforms into someone else entirely once you’re sinking inside her warm walls. You think about what it would feel like to feel her. Is she clenching around your cock? Would you feel the throbbing heartbreak of her clit? What you can hear is the whimper, uncontrollable and breathtaking, you slip further into her as you make home in her beautiful cunt. 

She’s made it yours to take. You’d do anything and everything for her, the thought alone scares so you do what you do best, you grind your hips slowly. Not wanting to overwhelm her too quickly, it’s the first time she’s taking penetration and you want it to be good for her. 

“You’re so perfect. Doing so good for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.” You whisper out, taking too much enjoyment in her getting lost in your soft thrusts. Vi’s chest starts to heave as her hips roll into yours. Vi never even imagined wanting this, or that she could really have it with someone else. It’s not like she’s experienced, she has nothing to compare it to, but it feels incredibly intimate. 

She likes how you’re being with her. Soft, gentle, delicate. Vi thought she’d never want to feel that way, but maybe it’s just under the right circumstance in the right light. 

“Shit, shit, shit” Vi chants as your hand grabs the headboard, giving her one particular powerful thrust. Perky tits spring to life, jolting against the sudden movement, her moan so fucking load, as you continue your movements. This time not as hard, but you pick up your pace, wanting to see if she would have any arguments against it but Vi doesn’t. Profanities and whimpers leave her mouth as you split her on your cock. Face half-smashed into the pillow, trying to muffle her moans and you offer this one mercy. 

She’s still shy. 

Now is a good time as any to fuck it out of her. 

“Do you want more Vi? Want me to go…faster?” Placing a hand on her abdomen, the abs defined and clenching as you halt your thrust for a moment. “Do you wanna feel me in your stomach, baby?” 

“Can you even do that? I’m not so sure you’re even capable. Looks like the rookie knows more moves than the veteran.” Vi bites back. But it doesn’t last for long. Vi thinks she must have said the wrong thing, pushed you too far, you slipped off her but only to move her body to the edge of the bed, placing her on all fours right in front of a very convenient mirror. 

“Fine. Thought I’d be sweet but that isn’t what you really want. If you want to get treated like a whore, I’ll fuck you like one.” You take a beat to appreciate her wonderfully sculpted back, the artwork is truly exquisite. It feels so much like her but the foolish girl is smirking at you through the mirror. 

You know you’ve been caught ogling at her body, checking out every inch of her exposed body, you slap her ass in retaliation but she just grinds her ass back onto you. 

“I’m waiting.” Teasingly, Vi arches her spine more. “Where’s the whore fucking you’re muling about?” 

In one move, you’re inside her, fucking her beautiful face into the mattress. Never in her life has she felt so full, so good, so sweet. You grab her by the meat of her hips, bringing you back on her repeatedly. Vi wonders what she would give to have this, have you, and the thought scares her just as badly. She instead focused on you. 

Tits bouncing as you thrust into her at a punishing pace. Divinely and so perfectly you, making her see stars, she feels trapped. Not in a punishing way, but in a way that has her never wanting to leave the entrapments of your coaxing cock. At this moment, this is where she’s meant to be, just a toy for you to use. 

But it’s more than what meets the eye. If Vi was just a toy, you’d be done after the first night. Tonight, you weren’t using her for your own pleasure. You seemed perfectly content to give. The shine in her eyes gave you something only she could, edging you even further, a constant wave hitting Vi like a tidal wave making home on the shore. 

“God, you’re just too perfect. Fuck, just like that, take what’s yours.” Bouncing back on the strap, the words fall from her lips before she can’t stop them. Overflowing like a water fountain, it’s before she really even realizes what she’s saying, it just feels right. 

“Mommy, please.” 

Vi has had those words on the tip of her tongue but not that you’re fucking her into a different dimension, she lets the aching plea slip from sinful lips. It’s only once but it’s enough to set you off. You pull Vi up, her gorgeous back pressed against your chest, sitting on your thighs as you fuck up into her. Brutally, she takes everything you have to give. 

Sweat glistening across her body, accentuating her chest as she tries to compose herself  but you don’t give her the option. No. It would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

“I want you to watch, Violet. Watch yourself when you cum, be a good girl and show me how pretty you look, hm? Wouldn’t wanna disappoint, Mommy, now would you?” 

Vi sucks on your middle digit, tongues swirling as she feels the tight band in her stomach, threatening to snap. She’s close. When the sensationally soft pad of your thumb applies pressure on her clit, Vi’s done for. 

“Shit, oh my fucking god, baby baby babbyyyyy.” Incoherent murmurs and moans come in abundance as Vi bounces herself your cock, falling right apart as you toy with her clit, fucking her through the impending high. Your other arm tweaks around and up, fingers squeezing her tits, over stimulating her as she slumps against you. 

It’s the easiest task ever done. Submit to you, your skilled fingers, the power of your sinfully sensational thrusts, she comes all over you. The powerful demeanor weakens before your very eyes. When you gently move her back on the bed, slipping out of her, Vi’s eyes begin to water from the loss. 

The first time getting strapped down is always a lot to handle, you’d still taken it easier on her, too afraid you would push her too far but by the blissed out eyes, she’d enjoyed herself. She had enjoyed herself and you couldn’t really ask for much more. 

When the both of you are cleaned up, Vi cuddles into your frame and you let her. Even if your first instinct is to push her away, saying something you know that’ll hurt her, none of it finds any merit on your tongue. For the first time, you find it difficult to turn away a pretty girl, her lips kissing your collarbones, up your neck until she finds home on your own lips, sloppily invading your mouth with your tongue. 

Hitting you where it hurts, she moans your name in her mouth, unable to contain the neediness she feels around you. It’s worse than Cait. This is pure addiction entangled with something carnal. Vi knows if she doesn’t get to fuck you again, you fucking her cunt again, she might as well give up on life now. 

“I could go again.” 

You chuckle. Of course she could. 

“Don’t know rookie, that might be all you can handle for the night.” 

It’s a challenge and you know she’ll bite the bait. 

With ease she gets on top of you, and just as if she’s done it a hundred times, Vi sinks on your cock, “I think I can handle another ride, don’t you?” 

[paarksunghoon]

Hi I love your content so much I was wondering if you would to this that Jake mistakenly ordered few or one s.x toy that he would use on my later

ugh I’m so mad because I wrote this request, dropped my phone, then it disappeared. anyway hope you don’t mind I switched up the request juuuust a little.

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Should he put it back where he found it?

Jake holds a baby blue bullet vibrator and inspects it in his hands. The whole reason why he’s in your room is because you asked him to grab a few pens from your desk before you started a study session. But now he’s discovered one of your toys and feels like he could be holding a bomb. He’d have to be a fool to pretend it isn’t a sex toy.

He gulps. Jake isn’t a stranger to this. He’s seen far too many Twitter porn videos to ignore the nature of the device and feels himself growing hotter with every passing second that ticks by. So begs the question: should he put it back where he found it?”

“Whatcha looking at?”

Jake turns around to see you standing in the doorway.

“N-Nothing!”

He panics when you step closer towards him and grab the vibrator from his hands. He watches you hold it up as if to inspect the toy, bringing it eye level until you finally look at him. Jake feels his cheeks warm up and looks down at the floor.

“Now, what are you doing with this?”

“I was just looking.”

“I asked you to grab some pens, not my vibrator.”

He wants to sink into the floor.

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have your sex toys lying around!”

The man before you swallows when you chuckle. “It’s my room, Jakey.”

He tries to picture you as you are, in your pajama bottoms and tank top with fuzzy pink slippers on your feet. You look respectable like this. You look like his friend who invited him over for yet another study session that will likely go late into the night.

Instead, all he can picture is you sitting naked on the middle of your bed with this toy pressed right up against you. Jake thinks about what you might look like when your face is contorted in pleasure and what you sound like when you come. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about that before now.

“What about all the guys you’ve been sleeping with?”

You shrug. “Some were good and others were mediocre. I need something to tie me over in between hooking up with people.”

His silence makes you laugh.

“Wanna see me use it?”

Jake finds himself rock hard and hovering over your body. He doesn’t have to wonder what you look like underneath your clothes anymore. They’re discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor and you’ve got the toy pressed right against your exposed slit.

He watches in wonder and amazement when you drag the toy over yourself and studies the way your eyes close shut and how your mouth parts open to emit soft pants. Jake doesn’t know if he should look at your face or pussy. He tries to do both.

Amidst his own inner turmoil, Jake feels you pull his hand to cover your own until he’s holding the device. It feels so foreign in his hands when you push it against your pussy but he loves the way you sound when it happens. Jake loves watching the wetness ooze out of you. He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips. It’s so hot.

He fidgets with the toy, dragging it all over your pussy like he’s trying to find the spots that make you tick. He memorizes all of them and indulges your pleasure every time you moan from beneath him.

Jake wonders how you’d react if he turned the volume up a notch. He presses the button again and it roars like a small lion.

“Ah!”

The gasp alone pulls a deep moan from the back of Jake’s throat. He pushes the toy against your clit until your legs shake and hips buck against his hand. Jake uses his free one to hold your legs open and coaxes you into your orgasm, and he swears he’s never seen anything so angelic before.

Slowly, he turns the vibrations down as not to abruptly end your orgasm. He turns the device off when he sees your legs begin to still and allows you to catch your breath.

Although, it seems like the fun isn’t over. You smile at him like you know something he doesn’t.

“We should try it on you next.”

“Me?!”

***

comments and reblogs are appreciated! x

[mccormickgf]

Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it

need to breed : craig tucker

warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh

notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3

“we should have a kid.”

you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.

“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”

“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”

you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”

even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.

craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.

“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”

you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”

a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.

“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.

“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”

a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.

normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.

craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.

“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”

your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”

your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.

“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.

“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”

pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.

craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.

but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”

[papurgaatika]

Papaya’s Official Pedro Character Dick List

This started as me trying to just list them in biggest to smallest dick order, but i got carried away so now it’s that but with a few fleeting (horny) thoughts. Enjoy whores. Xoxo

1. Joel

Horse cock, duh

"Just the tip baby" is a line he’s ALWAYS using

Y’know that line about how he never actually went to university to study? That’s bc he was def fucking college girls and lord was he the talk of the town

If you could sneak Joel “big dick” Miller into your sorority house you were a legend.

Yes this might just be me being self gratuitous

2. Frankie Morales

Big and thick

Shy about it but too focused on pussy to care

Can get off just from eating you out, is extremely proud of that because it means he can just stay between your legs for however long he wants

3. Marcus Acacius

Roman army general who comes back aching after months of war

Will fuck you until you’re dizzy bc you can practically feel him in your stomach

Breeding kink galore, wants to see you round with his kids over and over

4. Javier Peña

He cant be that full of himself without having a pretty dick

And he is so pretty, maybe not that thick but he is big regardless

Loves to press against the top of your pelvis to make you feel him a little more if he shifts his hips up

5. Dave York

Look at him. I know you’ve seen his bulge dont lie to me you heathen.

Will trace a knife over your skin while he’s pushing into you to keep you still

Wears a cock ring to keep himself from cumming until you’re absolutely begging for it

6. Oberyn Martell

Royal cock. That’s all i have to say

Look. he is canonically a slut, there has to be good dick

Not a vers, but will switch occasionally if he’s feeling like he wants change.

Jerks off while you watch just to tease you

7. Pero Tovar

There’s something about these dirty sword-wielding men that screams BDE

Have i seen this movie? No. do i know that he’s jerking himself off and not bothering to be quiet about it even when he’s out on missions? Yeah. yeah i do.

He’ll bite and mark you, but will kiss them better afterwards

8. Din Djarin

Above average, but not too big, and he likes it like that

Def a grower, which makes it irritating when you tease him while he’s in the armor

Hates having to adjust while he’s on missions but you make it impossible

Missionary STANNNN, loves to have his forehead pressed against yours

9. Javi Gutierrez

Pleasure dom 100%

Just average length and girth, but he KNOWS how to use it, and use it well

Will slide just the tip in and make you cockwarm him laying like that until he makes you cum at least twice

10. Jack “whiskey” Daniels

This fucking asshole (i love him)

Ties you up with his lasso

Just smaller than average, but claims he’d get too distracted otherwise

Magic fingers. 100% and he knows it too.

11. Ezra

FREAK. He might be the freakiest one here if i speak honestly.

Doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a huge dick, says he can make you feel better than anyone with a massive shlong can (my words, not his, he’s too eloquent)

Into fisting and coos at you about how he can split you open on his hand and you’ll still ask for more

12. Silva

Bottom!

Not that he needs a small dick to be a bottom, but he just prefers it

Likes to grind against the sheets to get stimulation while he’s face down

13. Marcus pike

Cutie pie with a cute dick

I dont remember who it was but someone on here wrote soft!dom marcus so well and it makes me crazy

Overstimulates you while you ride him

14. Max Phillips

This is to knock this asshole down a notch

Endless stamina (vampire) so it doesn’t really matter

Super into slipping a finger inside while he’s fucking you

Also will make you eat his ass

15. Dieter Bravo

He has a small dick and dare i speak my truth when i say it’s hot???

He loves it, he doesnt need to be huge to feel good.

This man is a vers and a switch. Power bottoming for DAYS or being a bratty top. He has the best of everything.

Degradation kink GALORE!! If you call his dick small condescendingly he might cum immediately

[svltzmans]

bottom! hope mikaelson headcanons

a/n: hello hello i know i said i was taking a little break but inspiration struck for this request bc i'm a slut

warnings: smut of course (18+ only pleaseee), i write kinky shit sometimes wbk, mention of dominant/submissive dynamics kinda, roughness in a sexual context, etc etc., no editing just thoughts™️

hope would never admit this out loud

but she loves to be out of control sometimes

and she's a major brat about it

including doing everything she can to provoke you to take control

she would invite you to dinner, encouraging you to dress up in a skirt or dress

and she'd intricately tease you the whole time, ensuring that it was for your eyes only

running her hand up your thighs

whispering in your ear

(not even dirty things, she knows that her whispering anything at all has the desired effect)

hoping to get you to take her to the bathroom

(she likes the risk of semi-public sex which i've written sm about in my other fics 😭)

but you'd manage to resist just to see hope flustered without your attention

the drive home would definitely be interesting

now that you and hope are somewhat in private, hope embraces it by switching to verbal teasing

"what are you gonna do to me when we're home, y/n? i know you wanna fuck me, you can stop pretending you don't."

"your hands look so hot on that steering wheel. they'd look so much hotter on my body though, don't you think?"

as soon as you're both through the door, hope is pinned against it, and she lets it happen.

"can't even behave in a restaurant for a little while, huh hope?"

"i'm always well behaved, maybe you're just a little dramatic," hope would sneer, still trying to provoke you.

"you better lose that attitude, or it won't end well for you."

hope likes aggression in the bedroom quite a bit, especially when she's receiving this kind of behavior from you

she usually is somewhat aggressive back in order to encourage you to be more aggressive

"how about you fuck the attitude out of me?"

bottom! hope most definitely has a secret edging kink

because it involves her being completely powerless, which in any other context she wouldn't like

but when it's you, and she's in the mood for it

it's her favorite thing

she looooves to beg in these situations too

which makes eating bottom! hope out so much fun for you

getting to watch her squirm and see her teasing attitude disappear and be replaced by pure desperation

bottom! hope is vocal, and she doesn't hold back at all

she's actually happy you didn't decide to fuck her in the bathroom of the restaurant

because she can be as loud as she wants

"god, y/n. just like that, more. please more, i need you."

and not long after, this would turn into

"fuck, y/n, i'm close. please make me cum."

and that's when you'd pull away, holding her thighs apart.

"no baby, please don't. need to cum for you so bad."

"maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to mess around in the restaurant and then be a brat about it."

one of hope's favorite things is feeling you grab her thighs, hard

and pull her closer to your mouth

and she's not afraid to admit it too

"i love when you're rough with me, y/n."

yeah, bottom! hope is a force to be reckoned with

and writing this made me realize i want to top her lmao

[h0tb0x1nnac0ff1n]

𝑆𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑠 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 1 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑡 ♡

Pairing: Switch Scud X Fem! Vamp Stalker reader

Warnings: Blood, vampirism, dirty thoughts, stalking, drug use, poorly written smut, fluff, angst, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, shitty writing, overall just a kinky ass girl who loves this man.

Summary: Vamp reader first sees Scud at the grocery store and find him absolutely gorgeous! Decides to stalk him and saves him from an attack, not knowing that saving this man, would cause everything else to happen.

A/N: About a month ago ago I watched Blade 2 and was absolutely dumbstruck at how beautiful Scud is, so here’s a story about how gorgeous he is and what I would do to him if I lived in that universe:

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I yawn in the aisle of the grocery store looking at the frozen pizzas for my roommate. Sometimes I eat her food but after I turned, nothing taste the same as it once was.

While opening the fridge to grab the box of frozen pepperoni pizza, I get the smell of a very familiar substance . I sniff the air seeing if I can find where it was coming from. I turn around to see a man, maybe in his 30’s. Brown hair that shags just below his eyes, an earthy orange pair of bohemian pants, gray T-shirt with a green winter coat with fur around the hood of the coat. The more I looked at him the more attracted I was to him, he was beautiful. His jawline and his cheekbones all sculpted beautifully. The short stubble of his facial hair, his choker and his necklaces lay beautifully on top of another.

But suddenly he looked at me, looks me up and down and back up to my breast for a second, then meets my eyes. The man and I just look at one another for a few seconds before he gives a small smile and chuckle, looks me back up and down then walks away to another aisle.

Frozen in admiration, this man. The more I thought about him the more aroused I became, I needed to find this man and ask him for his number! But he wasn’t in any aisle’s near me.

I went to the fruit section, not there, dairy section? Not there, cereal, bread, deli, vegetable sections everywhere. He was gone. I had decided to check out my groceries and walk to my car in defeat. I got in my car and started the engine, backed up from my parking spot and got in the road. Just as soon as I saw him he disappeared. It was weird.

The next day 

It was sunset, maybe 8:30 pm and I had gone to the cafe to get myself a coffee and sit down at the table. ‘ting’ the bell above the door rang. I heard a man speak in a sort of sassy childish voice. I look up to see it was the man I had saw at the grocery store the night before. I gasped at the sight of him. He was wearing the same clothes as last night. Maybe he didn’t have a lot of money. And once again he turned around and saw me. He looked nervous , maybe he recognized me. I give him a tiny smile that crept to one corner of my lips, and looked back down to my coffee.

The chair in front of me pulls out, and the man sits in front of me. The smell of weed fills my nostrils, no doubt this guy was a stoner. But still, he looked into my eyes instead of my chest this time. “Hm, you’re the girl from yesterday right?” He asked pointing at me then leaning back. “Yeah I saw you at the grocery store” I responded with a tiny small on my face. I knew he recognized me. “What did you order?” I ask purely out of curiosity “Hm, just my normal, a dozen glazed donuts, the donuts here are fucking fantastic” he says throwing his hand to the side “Are they? I haven’t had one yet, I just like their coffee” I say acting slightly shy. “Oh that’s a shame, my apartment is near by if you wanted to try them, we’ll take them to my place” the unknown man states, I was surprised by the request. Was he a man whore? Did he expect me to go with him the first time we meet? “Oh well, I don’t even know your name” i said in a slightly rude tone. “Ah I’m sorry man, my names Josh but you can call me Scud, all my friends do.” He says rubbing his bottom lip then crossing his arms, slouching once more in his seat. “Okay. Scud. I just don’t know you enough. Maybe I could get your number and we can keep in touch?” I suggested, putting my hands on my lap. “My number? Sure yea I can get you that” he takes out a wrap. A joint wrap, then a pen from a different pocket writing down his number, then handing to me. I decide to write my number down for him too. “Oh lady, I never got your name either” he asks walking out of the cafe “Oh I’m y/n.” “Well it was nice talking to you y/n, maybe I’ll see you some other time” and with that, he walks out of the cafe.

10 minutes later

Oh my goodness I’m an idiot. Why would I do this? I keep saying to myself as I fallow Scud down the street, making sure to keep my distance so I don’t get detected. Maybe it was because I haven’t fed in a long time. It has been maybe two days since I last fed. Shivers ran down my spine. The idea of drinking from Scud was exciting. I can just imagine what he would taste like, his warm crimson liquid filling my mouth, warming my body with ever gulp I take. Maybe sweet, maybe bitter, maybe he would have a really strong iron taste. Who knows! But it got me all riled up, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused at the idea of drinking from Scud. The thought made me quicken my pace, walking faster and getting closer to Scud. Suddenly, Scud takes a right into an ally way, the perfect opportunity to drink his blood. I take the turn and.. SHIT! Someone else had gotten to him. Three other vampires, all surrounding him, looking at him hungrily. He looked nervous, like he was remembering something that had traumatized him in the past.

“Oh come on little boy, don’t put up a fight, we don’t want your Daywalker friend showing up.” The tall, heavy set vampire said. Wait, this man. Scud, works for the Daywalker?!? The vampire that hunts and kills other vampire’s?!? No I need to get out of here. If I save him he’ll tell the Daywalker about me! “Hey listen guys I don’t want B involved with this okay? I mean, you do know if I do die he’ll still find you right? And besides I’m on your side man” Scud said laughing a bit, how was this something funny? “I don’t care if he finds us, because if he went looking for me. I’d kill him.” The same vampire said walking closer to Scud. All the other vampire’s started closing in on Scud. “Aw man guys. We can work this out okay? What do you guys want I can get it!” Scud was talking a million miles a second. He was terrified, putting his hands up to his shoulders, showing he was defenseless. And in that moment, I remembered that I wanted to feed from him first. He belonged to me, no other vampire is aloud to feed off of him! “Hey! Get away from him!” I yell, my voice sounding deeper than usual. “Aww look little y/n is here hahahaha” a blonde vampire says laughing, and soon the other two vampires were laughing. “He’s mine, I wanted to feed of him first he’s my claim!” I say walking closer to the circle of monsters. “Is that so?” The heavy vampire says laughing. “I don’t see a claim on him? He doesn’t smell like you so he isn’t a familiar, you have no claim on him y/n, go home to your other little human pet” he says, shooing me away. Which only made me more pissed off. I ran to the heavy vampire, biting onto his throat making a loud ‘crunch’ sound, earning myself a bloodcurdling, guttural scream from the man. He grabbed my arms and scratched me, drawing blood and making it drip down my arms. I tore my hand into his chest, and crushed his heart, making him turn to ash. The other two vampires watched what happened, and a skinny female vampire ran after me grabbing me by my throat and choking me. I latched ny hands onto her chest, and clawed my finger nails through her skin, causing her to scream and to cough up blood, it splattering on my face. I held the vampires chest open, blood pouring all over me, I then bit a huge chunk of her heart out, killing her instantly. The other skinny male vampire saw what I had done. Seeing me covered in his friend’s blood, with only minor cuts and scratches on me, he decided to flee. He ran away to the darkness of the night.

I turn to look at the man I saved, he looked at me scared. “Are you okay Scud?” I ask in an innocent voice. “Yea, I’m okay” Scud says just looking at me, covered in blood, my face is painted with it, my clothes are uncomfortable and sticky from the blood that poured all over me. “Hey uh, do you have an apartment near by?” I ask in a jokingly voice, trying to lighted up the mood. “Uhm yea it close by” he says standing up, he then takes out a big ass joint, and lights it up. Taking large puffs from it. He doesn’t even cough, which means he probably does it a lot. “Hey scud man, can I get a hit of that? I had a bad night so far” I ask rubbing between my eyes sighing. “Yea of course girl, anything for you, you did just save my ass.” He says passing the joint to me. I grab it with two fingers, and take a large puff from it and inhaling. I instantly started coughing horribly, I couldn’t even breathe with how much I was coughing. “Hey take it easy girl, it not going anywhere. Take a breath.” He says with the joint between his teeth, patting my back. “My place is down this street if you wanna wash up there, you can wear my clothes I don’t mind” Scud says while walking backwards in his pointed direction. And I follow him to his ‘apartment’ which is really just a small room in an abandoned warehouse. Apparently this is where the Daywalker stays. The place was huge, surrounded with metal creations and vehicles. Plenty of different types of batteries and computer systems. One wall is just full window, covered by the blinds.

He takes me upstairs to his room, which had his bed, closet, bathroom, a corner with a beanbag, and another corner with a desk and a computer, in it drawers of his inventions and creations he said he made for ‘B’ which is Daywalkers nickname, since apparently he calls himself Blade. “Here’s a towel, a shirt, and some sweatpants, I got some shampoo and body wash in there.” Scud says while handing me the towel and clothes. “If you need anything I’ll be at my desk.” He says pointing to his computer. “Okay, thank you Scud. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Walking into his bathroom it wasn’t anything special, just surprisingly clean. It was in the colors of red, gray, and white. The shower curtain was white, but the walls were a darkish gray, similar to his bedroom walls, making his bathroom look a little darker, since out of the 3 bulbs in the light 2 were working. The light of the bulbs were yellowish light, adding a warm feeling. Hand towels, bottle of hand soap, and other accessories were many shades of reds including the crimsons and almost pink colors. But what struck me most. A painting of a Mary Jane leaf, and his collections of hemp body washes and shampoos under his sink. I picked a more floral scent, trying to get the smell of blood off me. The fact he allowed me in is mind boggling to me. I started the shower and turned hot, steaming hot. I then undressed and stepped into the shower. The euphoric feeling of the hot water washing over me, covering my body. As vampires, we don’t have high body temperatures meaning we can’t stand hot temperatures, but I was once human. The feeling of the hot water washing my skin was a nostalgic feeling. I scrubbed at my scalp like as if I was a dog infested with fleas, not realizing how much blood was in my hair. Seeing it go down the drain made the situation more real. I did kill those vampires because I’m greedy, hungry, and protective of what’s ‘mine’. I washed my body using my hands, rinsed then turned off the water. I rang out my hair then reached for my towel, and noticed my bloody clothes were gone. Assuming scud must have taken them. I dried off my body and put my sweatpants on then the T-shirt Scud had given me. Wrapping my hair in the towel I walk out.

‘Jeez, I could sleep right now.” I say and sit down on his bed. Scud was sitting at his desk, watching Power Puff Girls eating a bowl of lucky charms. “Where do I put this?” I ask pointing to the towel wrapped around my head.” Scud twirls his chair around to look at me. “You can just hang it up on that hook on my closet door.” Getting up to do so, I noticed my clothes in a grocery bag on top of his hamper bag, now knowing my assumption was right. I wonder if the shower curtain is see through?

I then throw myself onto his bed and crawl into a ball, shutting my eyes. I was going to doze off until scud decided to say something.

“Sooo, are we gonna talk about what happened or are we just gonna ignore it.” I turn around to look at him, seeing that his chair is facing me. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“About how you tried to attack me. That you only fought those suckheads because you wanted my blood first.” Scud mentions pointing his hands at me. Sitting up from my balled up position “Hey listen man I don’t know anything about you, I’m a vampire and you’re a human that was willing to take me over, I haven’t drank in two days. I think you’re a cool guy Scud, I’m just hungry as fuck. I wasn’t gonna kill you or anything.” “No but you killed for me.” It was quiet for a second after he said that. Sitting on my knees my hands were on my lap “I just.” I say, tears staring to fill my eyes. “I’m just really hungry right now.” I said sniffing. “I don’t wanna hurt you I just wanna eat.” Wiping my tears from my eyes.

Scud sighs, “You’re really that desperate huh?” He said rubbing below his bottom lip. Me now sobbing in my hands, feeling guilty at my own desperation. “How about this.” He says walking off for a second. “I let you feed off of me, and you stay here for the night?”

Looking up to him eyes sore and nose raw, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. My features were now soft, but my eyes still cried. “Are, are you sure about this? You could lose a lot of blood and Scud, how would the daywalker react? He’d kill me right?” I say, trying to reason with him. “You don’t gotta worry about B, I’ll just say you’re a friend.” He says, sitting next to me, criss crossing his legs. “Are you sure? Its dangerous Scud, what if I loose control !?” Scud leaned closer to me, just a few inches from my face. “What you did back there in the alley, I’d be okay if you did.” Looking into his eyes, he was serious, I felt my face get flushed and I soon became too hot for my clothing. Releasing his gaze he turns to his hand, grabbing the knife and places the sharp blade to the skin of his palm, he rose his eyes and looked at me for a moment, I held my breath as he looked back down at his palm and presses the blade into his skin, he silently winced at the pain. Blood began to drip out, he rose his hand to my lip. “Go ahead, drink it’s okay.” He said in a reassuring voice. Gently placing my lips onto his palm, I began to drink closing my eyes. The warm liquid filled my mouth, relief began to wash over me. Feeling the warmth of his blood beginning to warm my belly.

Sucking at his palm, accidentally, a small moan left my throat, trying to keep myself from sinking my teeth into his skin, feeling I may lose myself. I open my eyes to see scud covering his face with his other hand, I could see he was blushing. I let go of his palm, and licked the wound to help it heal quicker. Watching as Scuds chest began to rise and fall slowly. “Scud..” gazing onto his face, confidence filling my heart, scud releases his hand from his face to see me. Moving my face closer to his, he looked into my eyes softly, placing a soft kiss onto his lips which were softer than I imagine. He began to kiss me back hungrily, with his free hand he grabbed my shoulder. Nocking me down onto my back. Scud hovered above me with my legs around his hips. My hands trailed to his hair and my fingers intertwined with his hair. Moaning into each others mouths, his tongue asks for permission, I allowed in. As he was exploring my mouth, his hands run up and down my hips and thighs, tracing every shape and line my body made. He began to tug at the end of my shirt, stopping our make out session for a second to help him take it off, and having him take his off too. Scars littered his chest, I could tell he wasn’t insecure of them but they definitely were caused by something like myself.

Moaning and rolling onto each other I take of the sweatpants I was wearing, knowing I had nothing underneath it. Kicking them off scud sat back and admired my body, every mark, scar, and line. He then began to start licking at my neck, generously planting kisses all along my neck and chest earning moans from me. He started to kiss down to my breast, placing his hand on one and his mouth on the other. Playing with my nipple in his mouth and massaging the other. Scud knew he wouldn’t be able to last, already feeling his pants had begun to get tight. He runs his mouth down to my core, kissing around it, feeling with his tongue and fingers how wet I’d already become. As he began eating me out at a rhythmic pace, my hands were planted to his scalp, gripping his hair. My head laid back, my mouth open as I was moaning his name. With scud using his tongue to flick my clit in his mouth I don’t know how much longer I could hold back, starting to feel my orgasm form. As he continued to play with me in his mouth I release one hand from his scalp and start massaging one of my breast, feeling my orgasm start to close in, Scud took notice of this and began to quicken his pace a bit. Feeling my climax coming closer I began to grind myself onto him. The added pressure to my clit made my orgasm come faster, as I rode to my climax angelic moans started to leave my mouth, as I felt my climax hit my head lashed back, moaning loudly, riding out the last of my climax, scud releases himself and wipes his mouth from my juices. “Hey girl, I’m not done yet” he says as he begins to untie his pants.

As he pulls down his sweatpants I get nervous at the tent he had made, it was a whole lot bigger than I had expected. Scud catches onto my nervousness. “Hey listen, it’ll be alright just tell me to stop if you need me to alright?” I nod in reply and Scud levels his hips to mine. “Alright, you ready?” He asks as he holds himself, “Mhm, jeez Scud just do it already!” Scud then pushes himself into me, feeling my walls form to his shape, I yelp in pleasure. Both of us now panting and moaning, scud allowing myself to adjust to him. When I started moving he decided to move his hips slowly at first. Instantly I began to run out of breath, gripping onto his shoulders. Scud was a moaning mess, grunts and moans leaving his mouth constantly. He began to speed up, hitting my spot, causing me to scream in pleasure. Sweat accumulating onto our skin, scuds warmth making me hotter than I ever was before. “Ah fuck y/n” he says grunting “I’m not gonna hold on for long” he says as he continues to pound himself into me, feeling my climax had begun to form again, I start moving my hips with his, his belly grinding against my clit causing more friction, earning another group of moans from me. Feeling Scud beginning to twitch inside, he was close. “You can finish inside, I can’t get pregnant” I say to him out of breath. He quickly picked up his pace going faster now, he throws his head back as he continues to thrust knowing he isn’t going to last much longer. As he continues to pound into me I feel my climax is just a few more thrusts away.

Scud feels my release, with the sudden wetness he finishes inside. As he finished, a long loud moan is released from him. He continues to thrust his seed deeper into me as he rolls out his orgasm.

He then lays down next to me, holding me tight. “You alright?” He asks brushing hair and sweat from my face. “Yes of course, I haven’t had that much fun in a very long time” I say gasping for air smiling. “Well I’m glad you did” wrapping his hands around me, I lay my head onto his chest. My body once so cold, is now warm and comfortable in the arms of a man who trust me with his life. I shut my eyes and doze off to sleep, happy the both of us are satisfied.

Thank you all so much for reading ♡

Tags: @vaniniweenie

[arliganzey]

repcomm ama hell yes! (1) favorite trait you like about zey (2) favorite scene in the books you don't think is mentioned enough (3) controversial opinion you've been dying to spill if u wanna, if you don't, a nsfw headcanon you've always had instead :P (or both!)

Krad thank you for the ask!!

My favorite Arligan Zey trait: I can't pick just one so I'm going to ramble. There is a line that says 'there was a sigh in his voice' and I just feel that in my soul. He's so tired and angry after Triple Zero and he completely loses his shit after Bardan leaves the Order. This scene makes me cackle:

ZEY SAID OSIK 🫵

and then maybe more importantly, he tears up and cries when he meets Venku. Like okay? So he's a giant softie apparently? That's fine, I can be normal about this

2. There are so many good scenes in this series it's hard to pick just one, but the first scene that came to me is really early on in Hard Contact when Omega Squad meets for the first time and gets their Qiilura mission from Zey and Bardan. Darman is a boy scout and asks a question (because he is a true pleasure to have in class), which impresses Zey. Padawan Bardan is sitting on a crate and it doesn't say he's kicking his feet but we all know he's kicking his feet. Then in the middle of it the Gurlanin shapeshifter starts shapeshifting and Zey completely loses his train of thought. It's kind of a goofy/awkward scene and I love it.

3. 🙈 all right I have a hot take. I reread the scene where Etain tells Kal she's pregnant, and while yes he's an asshole about it, my biggest takeaway as a new parent was: holy SHIT this 60 year old out of practice Mandalorian man just voluntold himself to take care of a NEWBORN and RAISE A BABY. He had three kids and raised the Nulls from very small children, he knows what he's getting into. (Okay arguably as the 'absent father' he may not know what newborn care is like but Mandalorians take childcare very seriously so I'm going to say he has some experience). Fandom/haters really shit on this scene, and yes it's super uncomfortable, yes Kal makes threats (which he specifically regrets later), but what other choice does he have? Etain's not going to leave her post and she's going to have a baby with NO PLAN FOR CHILDCARE.

Which, btw, in the real world is one of my number one sources of anxiety when I hear expecting parents have no plan for childcare lmao

Republic commando AMA all day every day~ NSFW quick headcanons below:

3.5 NSFW HEADCANON(S): Etain is a dom and Dar loves it. Zey is an exclusive top until Vau when he discovers he's actually a sub/switch (dragging my rarepair into the mix here). Throwing a bone to the Maze/Zey ships out there: Zey bottoms for Maze but they switch sometimes OKAY DONE

[polyrafe]

after work fun

This is part two of morning fun.

This work is 18+. MDNI!!

Summary:

Rafe has been teasing Topper in the morning so once you're all home from work he has to live up to his promises.

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamics, pure smut, set after morning fun

You tie up Rafe's hands behind his back. "Color?" you ask him.

"Green."

"Alright," you smile happily, "On your knees then."

He looks at Topper while he does. Oh how the tables have turned. Normally Topper submits to the two of you.

"Eyes on Rafe," you order and Topper obeys automatically, not able to look anywhere else but at this beautiful man right in front of him.

"What's your color?" Top asks and you nearly stop because this is huge. Topper has never asked for Rafe's color before. Your natural order was you on top, then Rafe as a switch, then Topper at the bottom. These roles have never been reversed before. You try not to show how nervous you suddenly are to see Rafe’s reaction because power was important to him.

Rafe sucks Topper's dick and lets go with a pop. "Green," he answers, and gets back to work. So there's that question answered.

You stand behind Topper, let your hands move all over his torso. His sides, his chest, his abs. When you start playing with his nipples, he moans loudly and lets his head fall back. "Eyes on Rafe, Top," you remind him and take a step sideways to stand beside him. "Watch him suck you off." You both look down at Rafe, his lips wrapped around Topper's cock, his eyes open and mischievous, his gaze fixed on Topper's face. You love it because you know that by the end of this he will look all teary eyed, tired or fucked out. Maybe even all three of the above. "It's so hot, isn't it?" You rile up Topper further.

"Yes," Topper murmurs in awe, enjoying every second of it.

"Tell Rafe what a good job he is doing," you order before you crouch down next to Rafe, grabbing his dick firmly. He is nearly as hard as Topper is, clearly turned on by what he is doing to your boyfriend.

He moans around Topper's cock when you start stroking his and you swear, Topper nearly comes from this.

"Tell him, Topper!" You demand impatiently when Topper does not start talking.

"He's so good at it," Topper chokes out. You nearly start to laugh. It is so endearing how Topper just loses it as soon as one of you starts touching him.

"Don't tell me, Top, tell him," you order again.

You figure, Rafe does something with his tongue because all Topper can do is stand there, mouth open, breathing hard, trying not to come just yet. You decide that this is not working.

"Is he fucking you just right?" You ask Topper, continuing to work Rafe's dick, hot and heavy in your hand.

"Yes, he is," Topper says with a whimper.

"Look at him, how beautiful he is on his knees, just for you. Sucking you off just right. Making you feel good." Rafe pulls off Topper's dick just to swallow him down in one go the very next second.

Topper's breath hitches and a tiny whimper escapes his lips.

"Yeah," his voice is not more than a sigh. You decide it's enough for now.

You let go of Rafe's dick and stand up. "You're close, mh?" You ask Topper and he nods eagerly. "You want to come?"

"Yeah," he sighs again.

"Too bad you're not allowed just yet," You say quietly, "It's my turn first."

With your words, Rafe stops sucking and Topper lets out a high pitched whine. "Why don't you work up, Rafe?" You whisper in Topper's ear, "Tease him all you want, edge him, while he eats me out. Make him pay for teasing you this morning?" It's as if a light went on in Topper's eyes. You smirk at him while you take his place, standing right in front of Rafe. "You can even touch yourself, Top," you say louder so that Rafe also hears it, "But none of you is allowed to come just yet!"

Then you let your eyes fall on Rafe. "Hello sweet boy," you say teasingly, cupping his face. Now that you get to look at him up close, you notice that he is more worked up than you thought. His lips are all red and puffy, his breathing is ragged and he is sweating from working Topper's dick so hard.

The mischief is still evident in his eyes though. "Hello sweet girl," he says back, his voice so husky that you're sure you could come just from listening to him.

"What's your colour?" - "Green."

"Good," you smile softly, "You're up for round two?"

"Always," he answers.

“I think boys should eat pussy on their knees a little more often,” you say with a shiteating grin.

He has his tongue out before your pussy is even close enough for him to touch. So eager, so good. He eats you out so good that he has you moaning in no time. You have your hands tangled in his hair, guiding his head a little but really, he is doing all the work. He knows exactly what he is doing, knows exactly what you like.

"Untie his hands, Top," you order because you need to have Rafe's fingers in you right now.

"Finger me, Rafe," you order as soon as Rafe's hands are free and Rafe happily complies.

"You're doing so good," you praise him, "Eating me out so well while Topper is jerking you off."

Rafe breaks off, trying to catch his breath. "Uh, Top, stop," he groans, breathing heavily.

"No," you order strictly. "Top, keep him on that edge. Teases get teased, Rafe!"

Rafe breathes out, trying really hard not to come. He scoffs, "You tease us all the time. Why does this rule not apply to you?"

"That's not how this relationship works!" You grin but you're also very impatient, "Get back to eating me out, make me come," you demand.

It doesn't take you long to come after that.

Deciding that Rafe neither needs nor deserves a break, you make Topper fuck his face right after you step away from his mouth. Holding Rafe's head steady while he takes Topper's cock, you realise that you wouldn't even have to do that. Rafe takes everything like the pro he is. Again, it's filthy as hell, but your heart swells at that thought. He wants to make you feel good, he wants to please the two of you and he does so with an ease that is unique to Rafe.

After Topper comes, you let Rafe lay down on your bed and suck him off. "You're allowed to come whenever you want. It's your choice how long you get to have this," You go all in, mercilessly, and it does not even take two whole minutes to make him come.

"Noooo," he whines and pants through his orgasm while you swallow around him before you pull off. "Fuck, I wanted to enjoy this." His voice is so hoarse from all the face fucking you hardly understand him.

"Too bad," you say innocently. "There will be a next time, though."

[luckyarchivist]

Ais v. Leander: NSFW HCs

Basically I was trying to get into Mhin's head while writing my aismhin fic and was "forced" to ask myself, "How would fucking Leander be different from fucking Ais?" so here are my thoughts.

Or, uh, they're down below the divider. Don't wanna scandalize anyone just passing by. What if you're in public or something?

General position/dynamic

Leander is, generally, a sub. He'll top, sure, but you can still order him around even if you're receiving. You should really top him, though; he can hit all kinds of high notes.

I should clarify, I'm talking about normal Leander here. "Unmasked", fatal-flaw-revealed Leander would want to stake his claim on you, to convince himself that you'll never leave him, to convince you that he is the only person who knows what you need—and he'll use any methods he knows to keep you under him as long as it takes to do that 😇

Ais is more solidly vers and switch-y. I think he probably leans slightly dom/top, but he definitely likes to bottom and he would love for you to prove that you can get him on his knees.

Being lazy

Ais will sometimes be a bit of a pillow princess. He doesn't wanna do anything but lay there and let you do as you like with him. And why shouldn't you treat him like the absolute treasure he is? If you don't I will!!

Leander is NEVER a pillow princess, he is a sex WORKER okay. PILLOW PROLETARIAT. The real reason you tie him up in bed is because otherwise he will spend the whole time trying to make you feel good when you are trying to make him feel good.

Foreplay

Ais does foreplay for himself. He likes the foreplay. If you tell him to get on with the fucking you, he will say no.

He won't say it in so few words, of course: he'll probably accuse you of not being able to handle a little light teasing. Meanwhile it's been 45 minutes and you're either on a razor's edge and willing to do anything if he will just fuck you or begging him to stop because you've cum twice already.

Leander does foreplay for you. You are his little sweetiebear and he wants you to be comfortable and aroused and relaxed and everything. If you tell him to get on with it, he will do exactly as you ask—if you don't, he's willing to indulge you for as long as you like.

I do think Leander likes seeing you get desperate for him. Normally, this isn't enough to stop him from treating you the way you want to be treated. But push him, and he might just make you cry, until you beg for him and only him.

Why fuck you, even?

For Ais it's about pleasure. He feels good, he's making you feel good: he likes that. Easy.

He would never admit it, but for Leander it's about control. I think he enjoys manipulating your pleasure, and he likes that you can do the same to him. Maybe he even believes he'll have stronger sway over you because you've slept with each other.

How they treat sex / how you'll feel

Ais thinks sex isn't a huge deal. It's fun, it feels nice, you get that workout feeling afterwards. But when he's fucking you, guaranteed, you'll feel like you're the only one. You'll feel valued. You'll feel seen. You'll be asking "What are we", and he's gonna be like, "What," cos he's putting his shoes on to leave and thinking about what he's gonna bring Princess as her little weekly treat.

He'd definitely fuck people again if he liked the experience, though; he's not the type to have one-night stands just to break hearts. So, if you're good enough in bed, you might have a repeat visitor on your hands, and maybe that'll develop into something more. If it happened to Vere, it can happen to you!

Leander acts like sex isn't a big deal to him, but he's also the type who will ask one-night stands and casual flings on dates because he "really felt a connection". He is truly not built for this modern hookup culture 😞

[noicevibes]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

In advance, I apologize to those who have already seen this post. I’ve had to transfer it to a new blog thanks to a seemingly permanent ban on my former main blog, @niicevibe. So this is just copy & paste from there. Sorry! This is part one of a two-part series, formerly a drabble! This part is sfw, while its eventual part two will not be!

pairing -> diluc x fem!reader

warnings -> minors dni, slightly suggestive at the end; reader is too forward for diluc to handle; not beta'ed.

character mentions -> kaeya, fatui

word count -> 1.46k

In feeling a pair of eyes on him as he worked, and in sensing a knowing smirk coming from the same source, Diluc sighs, lowering a freshly polished glass back down on its rack and turning your way.

“You’re staring again,” he tells you, as if you weren’t aware you’d been doing it.

“Can you blame me?” you ask him from the furthest seat of the bar, leaning your chin into your palm where your elbow rests against the bar rail. “You’re just much too pretty not to be stared at, Master Diluc. Haven’t you looked at your reflection lately?”

Clearing his throat into a gloved hand, you note the catch in his voice, and the slightest pigment of red on the apples of his cheeks, and smile.

“You’re really not used to hearing this kind of thing, are you?” you muse to him, failing to stifle a giggle when he sighs brokenly again. “Hehe.”

“When it’s coming from someone like you, _______? No. Not particularly.”

“Someone like me?” you repeat, feigning being offended by his words by placing an innocently poised hand over your heart. “Whatever do you mean, Master Diluc?”

“I mean, you’ve been hanging around Kaeya too much lately, and it’s somehow translated into you enjoying teasing and taunting those around you.”

“Not everyone,” you disagree. He raises an eyebrow. “Just you.”

“And whatever did I do to deserve such a thing?” You laugh lightly, a breathy sound that makes Diluc turn his attention down to checking on the garnishes – unfortunately for him, they’re all full; nothing to distract himself with or to excuse himself briefly from the bar area.

“Okay, well, perhaps those Fatui jerks staying at Goth’s, too, but they’re such easy targets.” Diluc doesn’t bother to repress a snort of amusement – it’s true, he agrees in his thoughts, they are. “But you’re a smart man, Master Diluc. Surely, you’ve… at least… noticed the difference?”

The difference?

It became a grand habit of sorts, you entering the Angel’s Share on the days he comes in to relieve Charles. He’d always wondered about you– is she stalking me? How in Teyvat does she know when I’m here every time? – until he'd discovered your apartment to sit adjacent to the bar when he’d notice you making your return there from the end of your shift. You’d waved to him once after that, calling his name from your balcony while he bused away empty glasses from the patio tables, something that’d startled him into nearly dropping one that had a sharp, minty fragrance settled in a pool of green at the bottom of it. But he would return an awkward raise of his hand in greeting back, anyway. And from then on, your visits became too ever-present, never ordering an alcoholic beverage, but something sweet while speaking sweetly to its maker from your coveted end stool.

Some days, you would be joined by his brother Kaeya who, after realizing you frequented the bar slightly more often than he did, took it upon himself to rub off on you. On his days at the Angel’s Share, he noticed Kaeya in you, in the way you teased him; another frustrating feat his adoptive brother managed to achieve. Yet somehow, eventually, the effect that it had on him changed. Eventually, the teasing didn’t make him heave his sighs, or have him switch with Charles when maybe, you became too much to handle on top of Kaeya. Eventually, he looked forward to whatever witty comments you threw his way so he could dish his own back, clever enough that they would have you both chuckling from the end of the bar.

So, isn’t it that you’ve become good friends? Or, at the very least, good acquaintances?

“You’ve never shied away from being an honest person, Miss _______,” Diluc finally says, his voice quiet though still audible over the noise circulating through the bar. “It’s one of the many qualities you have that I enjoy. At the very least, you seem to favour me more than most others I’ve seen you interact with.”

Your entire body pauses, lips parting in response to his words.

“What?” he says, eyebrow raised. Frustrated, you aggressively gesture at him, startling the man, from unable to form the words resting on the tip of your tongue until you realize you don’t have a choice.

“Apparently, I haven’t been honest enough,” you gripe, “if that was your reaction.”

“_______—""Because the difference in the way I mess around with the Fatui stationed in Mondstadt versus the way I like to tease you, stationed here in your bar, or on the streets, is that I don’t harbour romantic feelings for the Fatui.”

In the shadows his bangs cast, Diluc’s eyes widen, the red of his irises suddenly burning like the flames he controls. His mouth opens and closes at you like a fish out of water several times, the only sounds escaping him being ones of utter speechlessness and complete shock.

“Diluc…” Face propped up against your hand, your soft smile squished by your palm pressing your cheeks into it, and suddenly, looking at you, Diluc’s cheeks fill with the same shade of rouge as his hair, and once more does he avert his eyes. “I only tease the ones I love.”

Diluc huffs, shaking his head down at the bar top and wearing the smallest of smiles you think you may have ever seen. Content, you polish off the remainder of your non-alcoholic beverage and slide out of the stool, sliding the glass along with you on your way to where Diluc stands, only to abandon it and lean over the counter, unsuspecting to the other regulars. His throat tightens by your closeness, and to combat the pressure building in his chest, he clutches the underneath of the counter, fingers digging painfully hard into the wood in the hopes it would keep him grounded.

“I think I’ve bought enough juice here over the past year to have established myself to you,” you say, speaking quietly enough that the incoming patrons don’t overhear but at a volume that only Diluc could hear you. He swallows. “But if you care to want to reciprocate things, well…” And you chuckle breathily, your warmth hitting his already burning cheek. “You know where I live.”

© nc-vb/niicevibe 2022-2023 please don’t repost! reblogs & comments are always appreciated.

(i lowkey can't wait to get into writing the part two to this lol.)

[anothergameofwickedgrace]

Some fluffy Stolitz smut for your enjoyment.

Pairing: Blitzø x Stolas

~6,000 words (Pt.1 ~3,500 & Pt.2 ~2,500)

Relevant tags: Established Relationship, Pegging, Praise Kink, Bottom!Blitzø, Oral sex, Smoking

AO3 Link

"Coming home from a night out, Stolas suggests that he and Blitzø switch things up and try something different first before falling into the rest of their passionate night together."

My Turn

The hallway corridor was dimly lit as the two demons made their way clumsily down it. Blitzø had both legs and his tail wrapped around Stolas's waist, hands holding his face as his mouth worked hotly against the prince's. Stolas had one arm wrapped around his back to keep the imp pressed to his chest as he carried him to the bedroom.

Arriving at the door, Stolas reached back with his free hand, blindly feeling the door behind him to find the knob.  Once he located it, he turned it and stepped through the threshold, all the while keeping from breaking their kiss.

The royal demon made a flicking motion with his hand, closing the door behind them with a quick gust of magic.

He walked backwards until his legs hit the side of the bed, then let himself fall into a sitting position, loosening his grip on Blitzø as the smaller demon settled down in his lap.

Blitzø was painfully hard as a result of Stolas being willfully unable to keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut on the ride home.

He moved so his knees were on either side of Stolas's thighs, arms wrapping around his neck, and rutted his hips into the prince's, vying for friction.

Stolas gave a soft moan in approval as the imp rubbed his trapped erection against him. He reached around to the front of him, undoing the closure on Blitzø's pants and slipping his hand into the front of his boxers, his tongue continuing to intertwine with the imp's.

Blitzø pressed into his touch, moving one hand to unfasten Stolas's cloak and letting it fall from his shoulders before moving on to unbuttoning his top.

Stolas shrugged off it off once it was fully unbuttoned and pushed Blitzø's jacket off and onto the floor in return. He then broke away from their kiss, grabbing the bottom hem of the other's shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

Blitzø pulled his boots off and dropped them off the bed before pushing the prince back onto the mattress and crawling over on top of him. He pinned a hand on each side of Stolas's head and grinned down at him, not surprised in the least when Stolas wasted no time sliding one hand down the back of his pants to cup his ass while using the other to pull his erection free in order to stroke him more easily.

Blitzø made a pleased little noise and leaned down to slip his tongue back into Stolas's mouth, kissing him for a bit longer before moving his lips to his neck.

"I'm going to fuck you so good." He purred, sliding a hand down the soft feathers of his stomach toward the prince's waistband.

"Actually-" Stolas started, pulling away slightly to try and look him in the face. "I was wondering if maybe we could try something a bit different?" He inquired with a cautious but hopeful smile.

Blitzø looked at him. "Uh, sure. What did you want to do?"

"I thought that maybe I could be the one to fuck you tonight."

"You wanna top?" Blitzø asked with a raised brow, mildly surprised

Stolas nodded.

"Couldn't resist a hot piece of imp ass, huh?" He teased.

"I don't think resisting any part of you is exactly a strong suit of mine." Stolas laughed.

Blitzø just grinned.

"Sure. If you think you can handle me."

Stolas returned his grin with an excited one of his own. He sat up and moved Blitzø from his lap, slipping off the bed and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Stay here. I'll be back."

Blitzø watched as he scurried off to his closet before turning his attention to ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, pulling off his pants and boxers.

"Oh, Blitzy." Stolas called in a sing-song voice as he headed back toward the bed, leaning seductively posed against one of the bed posts, a dildo harnessed and strapped to him.

"Hey there, Sexy. Nice cock." Blitzø smirked.

Stolas grinned and slid back on the bed next to him.

"It's not nearly as good as yours, but I do hope it will suffice."

He leaned in and cupped Blitzø's face in his hands, pulling him in to kiss him once more.

"Make yourself comfortable." Stolas smiled and reached over to his bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer and bringing it back over.

Blitzø shifted his position to lean back against the pillows, tucking his hands behind his head and splaying his legs out and open wide.

"Mmmm." Stolas's eyes fell half-lidded as they roamed over Blitzø's naked body which was now fully on display.

Blitzø just smirked. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Stolas met his eyes and matched his smirk, a mischievous glint I'm his eyes.

"Oh I most certainly will."

He floated his phone over to himself and opened the camera, biting down on his lower lip as he snapped a few photos.

"That wasn't an actual suggestion, Stols." Blitzø laughed, happy to allow him to do so anyway.

"Too bad." Stolas let out a short deep giggle and levitated his phone back to the nightstand. He crawled up and over Blitzø to straddle his hips, running his hands up his chest and feeling up his muscles. He leaned his head down once he reached his neck.

Blitzø carded his fingers into the owl's head feathers as Stolas's mouth and tongue slowly made their way down his neck and body.

Stolas kissed his way downward to his inner thigh and looked up at the other, catching his gaze, before licking slowly up his length.

He settled down between the imp's legs and picked up the lube, drizzling it onto his fingers and rubbing those fingers against Blitzø's entrance. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his dick and gently pressed a finger into him.

Blitzø let his eyes fall halfway shut, watching Stolas as his tongue twisted it's way around his head as he slowly pushed further into him.

Stolas took him fully into his mouth, sucking him off as he pumped his finger in and out of him. He slipped another inside of him, moaning quietly around Blitzø when that caused his fingers to tighten in his feathers.

Blitzø smiled and purposely tugged, earning an increase in enthusiasm from his boyfriend as he blew him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the wet heat around him, only to opening them again at the loss of it.

He felt it before he saw it; Stolas's long tongue slipping between the fingers inside him. He didn't miss the smile on the prince's face as he looked up at him, tongue pressing further in.

Stolas scissored his fingers, licking at his inner walls and drawing a quiet pleasured noise from Blitzø's lips. He drank in the pleasure on his face as he stretched him open, keeping at it until he felt it was enough.

"Are you ready, darling?" Stolas asked with a smile, slicked up fingers slowly moving in and out of him.

Blitzø nodded but seemed hesitant, having grown oddly quiet.

Stolas looked up at him and pulled his fingers from the other. Catching his expression, he moved up so their faces were at the same level.

"Blitzø...why do you seem nervous?" He inquired, "I know you've done this kind of thing before. It's not like this is new for you."

Blitzø turned his head and avoided the owl's gaze, an edge of defensiveness in his voice when he replied.

"Shut up. I'm not nervous, Stolas. It just feels... different than I'm used to." He glanced at him out the corner of his eye, seeming slighlty insecure but trying to hide it.

"Look, usually it's just a prep and fuck kind of thing. Get dicked down real good then dip." He paused before continuing. "But this feels...I don't know...intimate?"

"Is that a bad thing?" Stolas tilted his head to the side. "We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable with it."

"I- no. That's not it. I do want this. I just-" Blitzø dragged his hands down his face and groaned.

Stolas moved the other's hands and cupped his face gently, turning his head to look at him with eyes full of kindness and warmth.

Blitzø tore his gaze from Stolas's and pushed his hand away.

"See! It's shit like that. Makes me feel weird."

Stolas blinked at him.

"Me loving you? It makes you feel weird because its someone who cares for you doing it?"

Blitzø's face burned dark as he glanced back over at Stolas.

He knew he sounded stupid. They were in a relationship now. Being intimate was a normal thing. But something inside of him still felt slightly uneasy.

"My dear, you are safe with me here. You can allow yourself to be vulnerable."

Vulnerability. That was it.

He felt as if he was laying himself bare under Stolas. Blitzø was unused to real feelings being part of the equation, and the prince was so rapt and blatant in his affection towards him.

"Let me take care of you. I want to show you you deserve to be loved and cherished. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Stolas gently ran a hand down the side of Blitzø's face, gazing down at him with a soft expression.

Blitzø just looked up into his eyes as multiple emotions swirled inside him. How is it that Stolas could make him feel this kind of way?

Stolas just smiled and reached down, rubbing his still lube slicked fingers softly against Blitzø's length, grounding the other as the physical sensation drew him out of his own head.

"May I enter you? Or would you prefer us do something else?"

Blitzø nodded.

"That's not exactly a helpful answer, Blitzø." Stolas slightly chuckled.

"You can fuck me."

"There we go." Stolas smiled and grabbed the lube, liberally coating the dildo strapped to him in it.

He positioned himself back between Blitzø's legs, pressing his strap to his entrance before slowly and carefully pushing in.

Blitzø drew in a breath, eyes on Stolas as the royal demon watched himself guide the dildo into him. He clawed the sheets in his fists, releasing his breath when Stolas was fully sheathed inside of him.

"Feel okay, Darling?"

"Yeah. S'all good. Just- adjusting." He shifted slightly, letting his body relax some. "Been a while."

Stolas smiled and kept still until it seemed most of the tension in Blitzø's body had gone. He then slowly rocked his hips, keeping his thrusts very shallow at first. He gently stroked his inner thigh, watching his face for any signs of discomfort.

Blitzø's tail unconsciously wrapped itself loosely around Stolas's wrist, causing the prince to smile in return and gently curl it around his fingers.

"Stolas. You can move more. I'm not gonna break. I promise."

"I just want to make sure you feel good. I don't want you hurting."

He kept all of his movements slow, pulling out almost fully each time before sliding slowly back in till he was flush against the other.

Blitzø squirmed under the agonizing pace the prince had set. He assumed Stolas would feel comfortable soon enough and pick it up. He just wished he'd hurry the fuck up about it.

Stolas reached up and caressed his face, which drew Blitzø's attention.

He glanced upward at him, but Stolas's expression wasn't the cautious, scared-to-hurt-him kind of look Blitzø was expecting. He stared up at him for a second before something clicked in his head.

"You're fucking doing this on purpose!"

The corners of Stolas's lips curled further upward, his smile turning naughty.

"Guilty."

"Ass." He huffed.

Stolas laughed and buried his head in the crook of the other's neck. "My apologies. I couldn't resist. I had to torture you at least a little bit."

He then finally obliged Blitzø's wishes and hastened the rhythm of his hips, gently nipping up his neck as he did so.

Blitzø let out a satisfied noise and ran his hands down the royal demons back, claws scraping his skin as he did so.

Stolas lifted Blitzø's hips so he could position himself differently. He thrusted upwards, drawing a short moan from him.

The prince grinned wide and repeated the action. He knew he must be hitting a sweet spot inside him.

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip to stifle another noise and looked up at the royal demon who seemed far too pleased with himself.

"Now, Now, Blitzy." He chastised softly, reaching up to free his bottom lip from his teeth while continuing rocking into him. "I wanna hear all those pretty noises that come from your pretty mouth. You always sound so lovely."

Something stirred in Blitzø's abdomen when Stolas spoke, which only worsened as he continued.

"You're stretched so nicely around me. Taking it oh so well. I want to hear how good you feel."

Stolas saw something flicker in Blitzø's eyes at his words, and a realization dawned on him.

"You are doing so good." He cooed with a smile, pressing deeper into him. "So gorgeous with my cock inside that perfect ass of yours. Every single inch of you is absolutely beautiful. Inside and out."

Blitzø could feel that his face was hot once more, and he squirmed as Stolas's words were certainly doing something to him.

Stolas continued, leaning up so his mouth was at his neck and keeping his voice soft and seductive as he spoke.

"You are so incredibly talented, both in and out of the bedroom. So confident and capable."

Blitzø bit down on his lower lip again, visibly flustered.

Stolas reached down between his legs and pressed a hand to Blitzø's bulge, feeling it twitch as he spoke and stroking him.

"Such a pretty cock on such a sexy demon. How did I get so lucky to get such an attentive and wonderful lover?" Stolas praised before pulling away to be able to look him in the eyes and smiling down at him. "My lovely and clever little imp."

"Stolas!" Blitzø groaned, his hands flying up to cover his now completely flushed face. Satan, he wished he could keep it from doing that. It was embarrassing how easy Stolas was making him blush with this shit. "Stop!"

Stolas laughed and reached up to uncover his hands from his face.

"You don't need to hide from me, darling. I'm only being honest."

"Ugh!"  Blitzø wriggled free from Stolas, causing the dildo to slip out. He huffed and plopped himself over onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillows and sticking his ass in the air, tail up.

"Blitzø, this is exactly the opposite of what I just said." He chuckled, running a hand over the curve of the imp's backside.

"Shut up and fuck me." He retorted, muffled.

Stolas shook his head good-naturedly but did as he was told, refraining from saying more as to not fluster him any more than he already had.

He kneeled behind him and pressed back inside of the other, one hand on Blitzø's hip and the other reaching under him to wrap around his leaking erection.

Stolas gave him a few strokes as his hips started moving against him once more, causing Blitzø to moan quietly. Blitzø's tail wrapped around Stolas's middle, holding onto him as he pumped into him.

The royal demon reached up with one hand, gently scraping his talons down Blitzø's back as he fucked him, causing Blitzø to arch under his touch.

Blitzø's fingers curled loosely in the sheets as Stolas thrusted in and out of him.

"Harder."

Stolas leaned over the smaller demon, placing his hands on top of Blitzø's and threading his fingers between the other's as he drove his hips down harder and deeper.

"Nggh- Fuuuuck, Stolas."

Stolas kept going, minding how much taller he was then the imp, not wanting to accidentally hurt him.

Blitzø's back arched more as he was pushed down into the mattress, and Stolas noticed the other pressing backwards into each of his thrusts, driving for more.

Stolas moved his head so his mouth was at Blitzø's ear and whispered in a seductive voice, "Would you like you ride me?"

"Fuck yeah, I would." He turned his head to face Stolas, his expression almost mischievous. He pulled himself out from under the other, moving Stolas back into a sitting position and straddling his lap with a excited and wicked smirk.

"I'm gonna ride you like a fucking horse."

Stolas bit down on his lip to conceal an amused little snort, drawing a small quizzical look from Blitzø.

The prince just smiled fondly. "I love you so much." He pulled him in for a quick peck to his lips.

"Well I'm gonna make you love me even more."

Blitzø grinned a dirty little grin and lifted himself up, positioning the dildo at his entrance. 

"You do remember this isn't a real dick, right? I can't actually feel anything from this." The owl lifted a brow, smiling.

"Maybe not." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But I can give you one helluva show."

He smirked and gave a shove to Stolas's chest, sending him falling backwards on to the bed.

Stolas propped himself up on his elbows just as Blitzø slipped the dildo into himself, sliding all the way down to the base and letting out a quiet groan.

"Look, don't touch. Got it?"

"Of course. You're never supposed to touch the works of art at a museum."

Blitzø stared at him for a moment before snapping out of it, feeling heat darken his cheeks again.

"Y-yeah. Whatever. Just keep your hands to yourself."

Slowly and deliberately, Blitzø began lifting himself up then dropping back down. He could feel Stolas's eyes on where they were connected. He watched his face with a heated gaze as he rolled his hips, grinding down against his lap before speeding up, keeping a relatively quick pace.

Stolas watched as Blitzø bounced in his lap. He had his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. His cock bobbed heavily between his legs, glistening with precome. Every now and then he'd let a moan slip past his lips, the sound of it like music to the prince's ears.

Stolas was itching to touch him, to put his mouth on him, to touch himself, to have him fuck him. Anything. Still, he kept watching with eyes hooded with lust and a body aching with arousal.

Blitzø opened his eyes to look at Stolas, grinning at how he could practically feel the lust radiating from him. He circled his hips a few times, running one hand up his own chest and the other down to his crotch. He gave Stolas a heated look as he gripped himself, giving a few strokes.

Stolas just whined at the vulgar display in front of him. He could feel his feathers fluffing up and his face starting to flush. Satan, Blitzø was going to make him cum without even touching him.

Blitzø just laughed breathily as Stolas's excitement was manifesting more physically. He dropped the hand from his chest to the prince's thigh to brace himself as he quickened his movements, and continued to stroke his length until he felt his orgasm building. Once he knew he was close, he moved his hand so he was gripping onto both of the royal demon's thighs and arched his back to give Stolas full, unrestricted view.

"Oh, fuck." He moaned out as he hit climax.

Cum shot up from the tip of his dick, most of it splattering messily against his stomach and chest, the rest dripping onto both his legs and Stolas's.

Blitzø panted slightly as he tried to catch his breath, but before he got the chance, Stolas had rolled them both over and slipped out of him. A moment later and his tongue was hot against Blitzø's stomach.

Stolas peered up at the imp, slowly licking up Blitzø's release from his body.

"Fuck, Stols. Eager much?" He laughed, still slightly breathless. He watched as he cleaned him up with his mouth, the prince making sure to be extra thorough when it came to his dick.

Stolas finished up and moved so his face was level with Blitzø's, straddling him.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself." He let out a dirty little giggle and nuzzled against Blitzø's neck.

"Cumslut." He snorted quietly, teasing. "Guess you liked what you saw?"

"That would be a vast understatement." Stolas assured with a smile, tracing a finger along his chest. "I'm assuming you had fun?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He grinned. "But you're up next." He paused a moment before adding, "At least you will be once my refractory period resets."

Stolas chuckled softly, and Blitzø flashed him a smirk in return and waggled his eyebrows.

"In the meantime, why don't you come plant that feathered ass on my face? I bet you're just dripping."

"Oh, you have no idea."

————( Part 2 )————

Blitzø grinned and motioned for him to take a seat.

Stolas sat back up and unfastened the harness from his lower half, slipping it off and setting it aside. He then crawled over to Blitzø, hovering over his face before lowering himself carefully down to his mouth.

"Shit, you weren't lying." Blitzø chuckled, forked tongue lapping at the wetness. He looped his arms around Stolas's thighs, pulling him down flush and lathing over his entrance before slipping his tongue inside.

Stolas smiled, biting down on his lower lip, and braced himself against the headboard with his hands. It felt so nice to finally have him touch him there, lick him there. He just worried Blitzø's little show would end this way quicker than intended.

Blitzø closed his eyes and delved in deeper, rubbing up against the inner walls of his cloaca and enjoying the taste of him. His tongue twisted and flicked, and Stolas whimpered slightly as he felt that telltale tension building.

He let his head drop down, gazing downward at Blitzø between his legs.

"Uh, Blitzy..." Stolas managed out, trying to warn him.

Blitzø opened his eyes at the sound of his name, looking up at the prince. He knew the look on his face well enough. Instead of slowing down or stopping, he tugged Stolas's hips down tighter against his face, moving his tongue more aggressively within him.

A noise caught in Stolas's throat as he did and he let himself fully sink into the feeling of Blitzø's skilled tongue. It didn't take much longer for the overwhelming sensation to consume him, and he softly moaned in pleasure as he climaxed, spilling out into his boyfriend's mouth.

Blitzø happily downed his release, thumbs rubbing against his thighs until he felt Stolas's body relax.

Stolas shifted and pulled a knee back so he was no longer straddling the other's face. He looked down at Blitzø giving him a bashful sort of laugh.

"Sorry about that, Darling." He smiled a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are you kidding me, Stols?" He laughed and sat up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "I was able to get you so riled up just by riding you that you came that fast. That's fucking hot."

Stolas laughed along with him, blushing slightly.

With a grin, Blitzø crawled closer to Stolas. "And don't worry, that's not the only orgasm I'm gonna give you tonight." He promised as he brought him down for a kiss.

Stolas wound his tongue happily around Blitzø's, his hands finding the imp's hips to pull him into his lap.

Blitzø shifted his seating, slipping between his legs, and reached down between Stolas's thighs, fingers slipping past his entrance.

The royal demon made a soft noise, hips rocking against his palm as Blitzø's fingers curled inside of him.

Reaching out behind him while keeping from breaking the kiss, Stolas levitated the bottle of lube into his hand from where it had been set down earlier and placed it into the palm of the other's open hand.

Blitzø pulled back just long enough to slip his fingers from the prince, pouring some lube onto them before pushing back inside. He moved his mouth to his neck, trailing slow kisses down it.

Stolas dipped his head backwards, exposing more of his throat as he did. He sighed softly, fingers carding between the spines on Blitzø's back as the imp's tongue ran back up to his ear.

"You ready, Babe?" Blitzø asked, breath hot.

"Oh fuck yes." Stolas breathed.

Blitzø grinned eagerly and pulled his hand away before pushing Stolas back down onto the mattress by his shoulders. He raked his hands up his stomach and chest, ruffling up his feathers as he went.

Stolas reached up and cupped his face in his hands, bringing him in for another quick kiss before letting Blitzø settle down between his thighs. Smiling, he looked down at the imp, watching as he took himself in hand.

Blitzø slicked up his length and pulled one of Stolas's long legs up over his hip, lining himself up at his opening. Slowly he slid himself inside Stolas until he was sheathed to the hilt.

Stolas groaned quietly as he stretched him wide. He slid his hands up Blitzø's chest, feeling his abdomen muscles flex when he began moving.

Pinning a hand on either side of Stolas, Blitzø started to rock his hips into him, lower lip catching between his teeth at the encompassing feeling around him.

"My cock feels so good in that tight little ass of yours." He smirked and flashed Stolas a bawdy look.

Stolas smiled up at him with a dirty smile.

"Not as good as my ass feels with your big, thick cock in it."

Blitzø laughed, burying his face in the crook of Stolas's neck, and kept slowly pumping in and out of him with languid movements.

Stolas ran a hand up his back up to rest on the back of one of his horns.

"Though you'd feel even better if you plowed me until I was unable to walk." He suggested with a tantalizing smirk, leg around Blitzø's hip hooking around his back as he used it to tug his lower half closer to him.

Blitzø continued to keep a slow pace as he moved against him, his strokes long and deep, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. "Nah. I'm gonna wine and dine you and all that shit. Y'know, give you the real royal treatment."

"Blitzø, we quite literally already wined and dined. And at a fancy restaurant at that. You tried to fight the waiter?" He stated, amused.

"Well if that bitch didn't keep flirting with you—." He pissily flicked his tail side to side.

Stolas laughed.

"There's no need to be jealous, Darling. I only have eyes for you." He smiled and ran a finger under his chin. "Besides, I think he got the message when you ended up in my lap with your tongue down my throat."

"Mine." Blitzø growled softly and bit down on Stolas's shoulder, possessive.

"I'm just saying, if you've already put in the time and effort, you might as well reap the rewards and fuck the ever loving shit out me."

"Nope. You pulled that shit earlier, so we're doing it this way."

"I was complimenting you!" He laughed, "You were quite obviously into it."

"I don't know what you're taking about."

"You are so stubborn." Stolas laughed again and shook his head. "And as for 'giving me the royal treatment', when has that ever been how I've wanted you to treat me, let alone fuck me?"

"I'm trying to fuck you all sweet! Since you were being all mushy and crap earlier!" Blitzø huffed, half-petulant, his cheeks darkening slightly.

"Then tell me you love me and fuck me like you don't."

Stolas smirked and tilted his face up to lock eyes with him.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I don't need you to be anything other than your usual sexy self."

Blitzø pulled his gaze away, a blush still lingering on his face. Stolas was right about his words affecting him, even though he wouldn't admit to that. He wanted to show him the same kind of affection in return, but words weren't exactly his strong suit.

Stolas's eyes softened. "Blitzø, is that the way you want to have sex tonight? Or are you trying to repay me for earlier?"

"I mean... I guess I would rather fuck you all nice and rough..." He half-muttered.

Stolas smiled. "So how about you do that then."

"...You sure?"

"My dear, I am practically begging you to ram that fat red cock of yours into me with reckless abandon."

"Alright. Okay. I got it. I got it." Blitzø laughed softly, caving with a smile.

He reached a hand up to Stolas's face, softly caressing his cheek, and pulled him down closer for a slow, deep kiss, which Stolas more than happily melted into. After a few long, sultry moments, he broke away.

"Now...how did that go again?" Blitzø tapped a finger against the side of his face before he let a wicked smirk cross his features. "Oh, right."

"I love you, Stolas."

As soon the words left his lips, he roughly flipped Stolas over on his stomach. He forced his hips upward and shoved his tail feathers out the way before lining up with his entrance and slamming his hips hard, cock plunging into his ass without hesitation.

"Ah!" Stolas's face lit up in delight at the sudden, rough contact, body lurching forward slightly at the force of it.

"You wanted me to fuck you like the slut you are, right?" Blitzø asked with a raunchy grin, hands on Stolas's hips as he brought him back to meet him in another firm thrust.

"Oh, Blitzy. Take me, I'm all yours." Stolas moaned out and pushed back against him, adoring the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full.

"Damn right you are, Bitch." He pressed down against Stolas's tail bone, pushing his hips down lower and causing his legs to splay further apart as he continued fucking him.

Stolas folded his arms and rested his head on top them, face turned to look back at the imp currently penetrating him. He smiled as he dreamily watched Blitzø's hips snap into him, eyes trailing along the muscular planes of his body.

Blitzø's eyes were honed in on where they were joined. He watched as his dick slipped in and out of Stolas's tight hole. His hands tightened on his hips as he relished in the snugness and friction around him, a groan slipping past his lips.

The imp gave a playful slap to Stolas's ass, which rewarded him a short gasp from the prince. He grinned roguishly.

"Aw yeah, you fucking like that, don't you?" Blitzø simply repeated his action, and Stolas moaned out an affirming moan. "My dirty little whore."

"Oh." Stolas breathed out, "Fuck me until I don't have a single coherent thought left in my head." He let his eyes fall shut, losing himself in each sharp thrust of Blitzø's hips.

Blitzø paused momentarily in order to quickly flip his boyfriend back onto his back. He gripped his thighs and pushed them upward, folding Stolas in half so he could more easily reach his mouth with his own.

Blitzø slowly pressed back into him, hitting deep. Once he did, he quickly pulled out then shoved back in just as suddenly. He set an almost brutal pace, angling himself to try to hit the sweeter spots inside the prince.

Stolas wrapped both of his legs around Blitzø's waist, small sounds falling from his mouth each time he slammed into his ass.

Blitzø's tail instinctively wound around Stolas's as he sunk into the bliss. He could feel his orgasm building.

"Fuck. I'm close, Stols."

"Fill me up, Blitzø. I want to feel it. Please, I need it so badly."

Blitzø laughed breathlessly and reached a hand up to Stolas's face, drawing him closer again as he kept up his rhythm. He pressed his mouth to the prince's, tongue immediately finding it's way back around Stolas's.

Stolas wrapped his arms around his back, pressing up into him. He could feel his own body starting to tense up and he kissed him back with increased fervor.

Blitzø broke away, panting slightly with sweat beading at his brow as pleasure coiled tightly in his abdomen. His hips stuttered and he gave one last hard thrust, burying himself deep in Stolas and orgasming inside him.

"There you fucking go." Blitzø groaned out to Stolas while grinning up at him with a hedonistic look on his face.

Stolas moaned as he felt the hot release gush out inside of him. He could feel it leaking out of him as Blitzø kept pumping inside him.

It was all too much for Stolas to keep from following Blitzø over the edge. Grasping onto him tightly, he arched up to press flush against him, talons scraping down his back. He clenched and spasmed around the imp as he hit climax, adding to the fluid dripping out of himself.

Blitzø watched his face twist in pleasure, smiling as he slowly came down, catching his breath himself. He started to slip out of Stolas but didn't get very far.

"Wait." Stolas stilled him. "Don't pull out. Not yet. Let's just stay like this a little longer. It feels so nice and warm."

Blitzø pressed back in, keeping his cock snugly inside Stolas as he laid his head down on his fluffy chest, looking up at him. He could feel the remnants of their orgasms as Stolas's cloaca pulsed slightly, squeezing more of their semen from his body, dripping down his ass and onto his tail feathers.

Stolas soaked in the warm, full feeling, enjoying the closeness and intimacy. He peered down lovingly at Blitzø, carressing a hand down his face, gazing into the dim golden glow of his eyes.

"You are so beautiful." He told him.

"Yeah, I know." Blitzø grinned up at him. "Still got nothing on you though, Pretty Bird."

"Thank you, Darling." Stolas laughed softly and reached his hand up, gently petting his horn, causing Blitzø's tail to wag lazily.

Stolas shifted them ever so slightly so they were sitting more upright while still keeping Blitzø securely where he was. Idily, he motioned with his free hand summoning a carton of cigarettes into his palm.

The prince pulled one out and held it between two fingers, snapping with the other hand to produce a purple flame and lighting it. He brought it to his beak, taking a nice long drag before slowly exhaling, blowing the smoke out in the shape of a horse and letting his head tip back to the headboard as he did.

"Woah." Blitzø eyes lit up as he watched the smoke apparition gallop as it floated upward and dissipated. He grinned wide and bright. "Do it again."

Stolas laughed fondly and took another deep inhale of smoke, blowing out a few more and watching the elation on his boyfriend's face. Smiling, he held out the cigarette, offering it to Blitzø.

Blitzø took it from him absentmindedly, focus currently drawn to the display Stolas created, and inhaled a lung full himself before handing it back.

Stolas took another drag and brushed the fingers of his free hand lightly along his boyfriend's jawline, drawing his attention back to him.

"I love you, Blitzø. So very much." Stolas smiled, carressing his face, then added while placing the cigarette between Blitzø's lips. "Though I suppose you know that too?" He teased gently.

"Maybe." He took a puff from it before pulling it from his lips with a grin. "Always happy for a reminder though."

His grin turned to a smirk as the corner of Blitzø's mouth tugged upward. He slowly exhaled a stream of smoke before flicking the cigarette out and to the floor, a suggestive glint in his eyes.

"...Or two." 

Stolas matched his expression with a seductive one of his own. "Are you proposing what I think you are, Blitzy?"

"Wanna go again?" Blitzø waggled his eyebrows.

Stolas smirked himself and rolled the two of them over, pinning Blitzø beneath him.

"What do you think?"

"I think-" Blitzø wriggled himself upwards so his face was level with Stolas's and pulled him in for a deep, slow kiss. "-that we have a long night ahead of us."

.

[hayaku14]

hello why is kaishin more popular than shinkai or what i mean is why bottom shinichi is like the most widely believed one? lol not really in the fandom just vaguely familiar with the anime from childhood it's just my mutuals likes this ship. i'd thought shinichi being the top would be more popular given his personality.

anon sorry for the late answer!!

imma be real honest with you, anon, i've loved the kidco dynamic since i was conan-sized but i only realized kaishin should be making out around 2021 so i don't know if i'm the best person to answer this question LOL BUT, i'll give you an answer!

tbh, i think for fandom shipping in general, the main character more often than not is the chosen bottom and whoever else is the other party is topping them. in japanese media especially, the ship names are mostly born from putting the kanji of their names together wherein the order of which indicates the seme and uke. since this happens early on, we kinda get stuck with that as the popular ship name whether you prefer the other way later on.

perhaps kaishin is more popular but not entirely by a lot compared to other ships where it's completely skewed to one side. i see a lot of shinkai too. ofc there are people who prefer one way over the other exclusively and that's completely fine!

personally, i think confining them into seme and uke or top and bottom does a great disservice to the kaishin dynamic because to me we should be looking at their sub-dom dynamic more and why they're actually peak switch sub and dom!!!!

that's fucking right kaishin is actually peak switch and i will die on this fucking hill!!!!!!!!!!

when you say shinichi would be the "obvious top," i'd like to assume in your heart you actually meant "the obvious dom" (LOL) but i think that could also apply to kaito.

i think the appeal of kaishin is the push and pull between them. the give and take. they're always trying to one-up each other. sometimes one pushes and the other gives way, sometimes it's the other way around.

i will be honest, perhaps switch pairings might just be my preference but I have never encountered a pairing that felt this completely equal in the switch department more than kaishin. like for other ships i'd sometimes be like, "yeah they switch but A is 70% more dom than B." But for kaishin I'm like, "oKAY THEY'RE 50/50 THEY'RE EQUALS THEY'RE PERFECT HALVES RAAAAAHHHH"

now how does this answer your question? well, i have no proof and im going off of vibes and like i said im no veteran in this ship fandom but, i think a lot of people do enjoy the other way around as you think it would've been. it's just that...it's something that can just be filed under the kaishin tag too. because it's basically the same sometimes. the only different thing is who's topping and bottoming. like sometimes i'm scrolling through twitter and i'd see art that's giving shinkai but it's tagged as kaishin and vice versa lol.

also personally i prefer calling them kaishin because i love the letter k and i associate the name shinkai more with makoto shinkai so every time i see people refer to kaishin as shinkai, my mind just conjures up an image of kaito, shinichi, and makoto shinkai together and i know that's fucking hilariously weird but it sometimes happens!!!! LMAO so even if i'm thinking about shinkai stuff, i still prefer using the name kaishin lol.

(but having the kaishin/shinkai distinction is definitely still useful especially for people who want to filter through one way or the other so fuck yeah to the ship name shinkai you're here to stay!!!)

anyway in conclusion, top shinichi is popular too dw lol, or maybe i should say bottom kaito is popular too lol i see yalls

also sorry that this answer is not only late but also a whole essay that doesn't even straightforwardly answer your question lol my bad anon

[swtichblde]

Unravelled - [ZHONGLI X READER]

A/N: This is very rushed sounding, but i was sick and wanted to finish it up. I hope it's still good! <3 Word count: 1636 Characters: Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Gender neutral/undisclosed gendered reader. Contains: Submissive top Zhongli, unspecified gendered dom bottom reader, long plot, pet names instead of y/n, drinking wine, spanking, handjobs, blowjobs, masturbation, hair pulling, praise, and BRIEF aftercare.

PROMPTS: spanking, praise kink.

The golden sun set upon Liyue harbour. The fall breeze was chilled; blowing Zhongli’s brown locks side-to-side. It was about 6:30 PM when the man was sitting in front of the funeral parlour, awaiting your arrival. Prior to this evening, the pair of you scheduled plans to meet up after he was finished organizing his tasks, which he had finished nearly fifteen minutes ago. 

“Zhongli! Sorry I’m late!” You said, waving your hand towards the tall male. He smiled and stood up to greet you with a hug. As of today, you had been going out with the elegant male for roughly 4 months, and each date had ended beautifully with tons of memories you often recalled. 

“No worries. Where did you want to go this evening, my dear?” He questioned, removing his body from the embrace to grab and caress your hand. More often than not, he surprises you on dates he planned with lots of thought in mind, so offering you the opportunity placed a smile on your face.

“I’m not sure... maybe we could get dinner somewhere? Then go back to where you’re staying and have some drinks?” You weren’t very picky when it came to dates with Zhongli. Even if they’re usually very planned, the smallest of get-togethers left your heart fluttering with excitement for the next time you got to see him.

The adeptus allowed a slight grin to form on his face, “Works for me.” He pulled your arm upwards and placed a gentle peck to the soft skin on your hand. You passed him a nod in response, a light blush dusting your cheeks from the romantic gesture he presented to your skin. With a swift motion, his body turned away from you to face the illuminating lights from the city; the gold glow defined his face, eyes, and hair, a look you wished you could capture with a camera to keep forever. 

“Let’s get on our way,” Zhongli began, grabbing the same hand he had previously kissed, to lead you away from the building towards the city. He continued, “I don’t want to waste any time we have together.” As the soft glow illuminated your own features, his eyes were visibly sneaking glances at your beauty, mesmerised by how it reflected off of you so delicately. Zhongli guided you towards the direction of the bridge leading to Wanmin restaurant. You both frequented there; Xiangling’s dishes never disappointed. 

After you both ordered your desired meals and ate them, Zhongli paid for your dishes. His smooth hands against your own as he gently pulled you from your seat. He was so kind and careful with you; your friends have said how lucky you were to have the adeptus leader as your boyfriend. Not long after, the pair of you arrived at Wangshu Inn. Zhongli had been staying there for a short while, he loved the view from the place, and would often find himself staying a couple nights. 

Walking through the lobby to the stairs, the tall male led you through the Inn towards the room he was inhabiting. It had a balcony facing the rest of Liyue; he loved this room dearly and would always make sure it was the one he was given. The door of the room stood tall in front of the both of you, but it was soon to be opened as you heard the door knob click under Zhongli’s hand. He stepped to the side, allowing your entry, “After you, Dear.” The Adepti said, following you shortly after.

The former archon loomed in the dark room as you took a seat on the soft bed sheets. The Inn rooms didn’t have chairs, but neither of you minded, the bed was comfortable anyways. Zhongli hit the switch of the dim lamp in the room, the light set a calm romantic mood, not too bright, a calm dull yellow. You sighed as you relaxed into the ambiance, “I assume you got drinks with the room?” 

“Indeed,” He replied, bending over to the cabinet holding two bottles of wine and glasses. He removed a bottle, opening the top and pouring it into the two glasses which now rested on the top of the cabinet. “If you would like more than this bottle, let me know. I don’t mind sharing my second as well.” You smiled as he passed you one of the drinks, both of you beginning to sip at them not long after. 

A few drinks in, it was beginning to get to you. You felt your face and body heat up, Zhongli in a similar state himself. For the past while, your conversation had drifted to a place of sexual boundaries. It wasn’t long before you learned Zhongli was a lot more into BDSM than you could have imagined. Things were moving quickly, but neither of you minded. 

Your wine glasses were discarded to the bedside table, and Zhongli was hovering over you as your heavy breaths hitched. “Are you sure about this, dear?” he asked in between gentle kisses he placed on your chest, cheeks, and neck. You hummed, nodding in response. His request was to try spanking you. You weren’t sure if pain was your thing, but you knew Zhongli was far too kind to hurt you badly. With that, you got into position. Your body slumped over his knee, your ass revealed from your half-off pants. His large slim fingers caressed the plush skin on your ass; the calm before the storm. 

A swift and sharp slap erupted onto your ass, you screamed out from the impact. His hands returned to caressing the now red skin; the pain melted into pleasure. “I love to see you unravel beneath me. You’re doing so good, you’re to die for.” He said while inflicting another quick swipe to your behind. Tears welled in your eyes as your screams of pain turned to screams of pleasure and want. His words left your ears turning red, some pale pink dusting your face as well.

You panted deep breaths when he slapped you a final time, bringing your body upright to straddle him. You felt the hard tent beneath you, he was so big that all you could do was stare at him shocked. This wasn’t the first time you were intimate with him, but it definitely felt more real. His hand snaked behind your head, tangling his digits in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.

“Be good for me and use your hand on me.” He said, licking his upper lip as he looked into your lust filled eyes. You complied, reaching your hand beneath you shakily to palm at his bulge. He groaned from the friction of your gentle touch against his tight clothes restricting his length. You undid his pants, freeing his erection to your view. He sighed in relief, but it was soon replaced with whimpers from your touch. You wrapped your hand around his length, slowly stroking it. 

“Sweetheart… so good. You’re so good, don’t stop.” he praised, tilting his head back as more pathetic whimpers escaped his lips. You smirked at the sudden submission from the usual uptight and formal individual. Your other hand was against his chest; you slid it down until it joined your other. One hand you stroked him, the other you teased his tip, thumb rubbing gently against his slit. He groaned and whimpered, his vicious panting was unmistakable. 

“Please… My dear, more. You’re so good, such a good little thing.” He begged. You slid down off of him onto your knees. Your hand was still around his dick, but the other hand was replaced by your tongue. He gasped, his head shooting back up to look down at you. He grabbed at your hair, clenching it in his fist. “You’re so beautiful like this… please. You’re so good.” He whimpered as you slipped his whole tip into your mouth. 

You removed your hand, giving yourself room to begin bobbing your head on him. He groaned once his dick entered your throat. Light gags left you as you tried to swallow it back to ease your reflex. Once settled, you stuffed him in until your nose practically hit his lower stomach. He moaned out, loudly, praising you. You gave him what he wanted and sped up giving him more, his precum’s taste filling your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as the roles completely reversed. It was him who would be unravelling beneath you. 

Despite your behind still aching from his inflictions, something else was aching. You reached your hand between your legs to give yourself some attention as well. The feeling Zhongli fucking your mouth and your hand teasing yourself left you desperately moaning and whimpering on his dick.

 “Please… I'm so close.” he groaned, bucking his hips up into your mouth. You sped up your masturbation, squirms and moans coming from both of you. You felt him tense up, your body doing the same. “I’m cum… cumming!” he whimpered as he tried to get it out before he finished, he failed. His cum spilled into your mouth; you struggled to swallow it all down. Seconds after, you came as well, removing your mouth from him.

“That was delightful, my dear. You did amazingly, thank you…” he said exhaustedly, reaching his hand to help you up. Your knees were red, probably forming bruises. He brought you into the room’s bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it to wipe your cum off of your body and his own from your lips. His sincere smile warmed your heart. He pulled you into a hug before placing two gentle kisses to your forehead. “Let’s go rest. We can clean our drinks in the morning.” He said, bringing you back to the soft bed.

[numericalpie]

WCW 1: Iced Coffee and Unwritten History

Prompt: High Lords, Ladies, and Emissaries @wintercourtweek

180142. 2 wraps, wool, for Morana. 25 coins.

180143. Food for Solstice Fest. Audria - 180 coins, root vegetables. Morgi - 300 coins, bread and pastry. Boris and Varvara - 500 coins, wine, ale. Total: 980 coins. {Must remember to switch vendors next year. Ridiculous} 

180144. Musicians, SF. 600 coins. 

180145. SF gift for V. 64 coins. 

180146. Candles. 120 coins.

180147. Weekly foodstuffs. 47 coins. 

180148. OT staff for SF. 300 coins. 

180149. Preserves, cranberry, for [next 40 lines obscured]

181021. Apothecary, 20 coins.

181022. Text, Isalfar, for V. 40 coins. 

181023. Sled repair. 40 coins. 

181024. Court dress, for Morana. 1800 coins. {V insists it must be dyed. M disagrees. Dye? Extra [obscured. Subsequent pages missing.]

Viviane slammed her laptop shut and winced immediately. The cover didn’t come off, thank the Mother, but the little track on the bottom that was already fucking broken flew across the table and into Kallias’s forehead. 

“Ow,” he said, monotone. It hit the floor and stuck, rubber and tacky, but in her head it shattered like a dropped plate.

Viviane groaned and let her head droop to the suspiciously-warm top of her computer. The fan was going, whirring oddly softly. 

So it wasn’t mad. Nice. 

“Having fun with your fragments?” Kallias asked. She didn’t look up, but in her mind’s eye he  was looking at her that way he always did, a little I told you so and a little really, what’s wrong?

Which was only fair, because actually what was she doing, and why did she think this was a good idea? Why was she doing this degree? What the fuck was wrong with her? Where had she gotten the audacity - 

“No,” she said, picking her head up. “That is the Devil speaking.”

Kallias looked up from his code. “What?” 

She flapped an arm in his direction and he looked back down. 

“I told you the material was awful,” he said, very quietly. 

“You know,” she said, trying to decide if the sticker on her laptop - ihtfp - was thick enough to imprint itself on her cheek if she went back down. Four hours of sleep had not been enough, thank you very much. 

It probably wouldn’t. Maybe. And would it matter? Mor wouldn’t care - if she was even in the dorm. Probably she wouldn’t be. She practically lived with Azriel and Cassian, which was the sort of mess Viviane was firmly not getting into, thank you very much. 

“If my partner actually bothered to work on our project, my computer would still be in one piece,” she drawled. 

Kallias frowned. “I don’t think the track counts. And I thought you said it was broken earlier.”

He looked very nice under the white library lights, which was not even a little fair of him, for fuck’s sake, why - nope, nope, nope. 

Viviane was not blushing. 

“I’ve done everything,” she complained.  “You agreed to do this topic -” 

“Because you thought it’d be fun to write about our namesakes! Viv, the assignment has been live for two days. We have a week.” 

She glared. 

He held her gaze for just a minute, which was admirable, but she knew he was going to drop and he did, which was significantly more satisfying than it should have been. 

Kallias sighed, and Viviane could not help the smile - the spark of delight - she won, miracle of miracles, she had seen him stare down their polisci professor twice, but he folded!  

“I have a deal,” he started, leaning back in his chair. Not enough to tilt it back, but enough that it made the line of his neck look - nope. 

“Go,” she said, sitting back herself. 

“I” - he held up a finger “- run for coffee. I get your order.”

“You don’t know my order,” she protested. 

He wagged his finger. “Large. Iced, and you don’t care that it’s snowing. Three sugar-free pumps of vanilla. Unless they have white chocolate. If they do, white chocolate, and don’t ask questions about the sugar.” 

She scoffed. “Clearly,” Viviane began, “you don’t know my order, or you would remember -”

“No room for whipped cream,” he interrupted. “An extra handful of napkins so you don’t have to buy them. And a dollar in the tip jar to justify overconsumption of plastics, which doesn’t make very much sense, if I’m honest -”

“Shut the fuck up. Also I would like a pain au chocolat.” 

He paused. “Those are the chocolate croissants?”

She nodded. 

“Good,” he continued. “That. And then” - a second finger “- I will spend at least an hour in defense of Lady Viviane’s political career.”

“Two,” Viviane countered. “I’m going to have to explain everything to you, first.”

Kallias frowned. “I’m sure -” 

“I have plans, Kal,” she insisted. “You’re going to change the font size or something if I don’t -”

“I would never,” he said, hand over his heart, affronted. “Viviane, I swear before the Mother, I wouldn’t dare.” 

“If you’re sure,” she grumbled. 

“I promise. And then we’ll go back to mine or yours and watch the episode of - what was it?” 

Viviane laughed. “How could you forget the beauty of The Ultimatum?” 

Kallias shook his head. “Acceptable?” 

Viviane considered it. “I suppose.” 

She drew it out, sup-pose. He jumped from his seat before she finished the word, slipping away from their cubic-whiteboard-cubby in seconds. 

The moment he was gone, she dropped her head back to the top of her laptop. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fucking fair. 

Ihtfp, she could feel it, sinking into her skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

“I never asked,” she whispered out into the air. To the Mother, to - it didn’t matter, actually, none of it fucking mattered, because he was her best friend and nothing was ever going to happen. 

Two years, Viviane reminded herself. Two years, only two years, and then she could quietly start to cut off contact - go to grad school in Night, or something, Mor would take her in. Nevermind that she’d lose her best friend in the process. He’d be off to the fucking capitol, probably, working for the state department, and she could wither to dust in fucking Night with Mor’s family under a fucking mountain, and everything would be fine. 

Yes. Fine. Very fine. Perfect. 

She lifted her head - the acronym was firmly branded into her cheek, she could just tell - and opened the page again. The rest of the document was more ledgers, apparently, decades and decades from one High Lord’s personal bookkeeping. 

The next link from the Wikipedia article sources looked promising. “Ribbons of blue: the personal communiques of Kallias, lord of Winter, XVII, r.d. 57-107. Trans. Hauk Saudson.”

Viviane,

Do you think I should try sideburns? I think I could grow sideburns if I tried hard enough. Saw a glacier earlier that you’d love. We should come back. Morana could run wild in the tundra and make friends with all the caribou. I cannot help but picture it.

We must come back. When the court is not in session. I know you cannot bear to be drawn away from the visiting emissaries. I wish you could go abroad again - I know you wish to. 

I cannot bear to let you go. This week has nearly been too much to bear. I cannot do without you. The separation drives me to foolery - writing letters in the dark of night. Evidently. 

I love you. 

Kallias

Nothing much of use toward their project, except the bit about the emissaries. That might work well for their paper, might prove the Lady’s involvement in political affairs. That would show her professor. He could not argue against hard evidence. 

The next letter was short and to his daughter, who was - 7? 10? 

Viviane switched to Firefox: how old was HL Morana in XVII 58 

Six. Huh.

Morana,

Have you finished the story I left you yet? If you have, tell your maman. She knows where the next one is. And I hope you have slept well. I instructed all the monsters under the beds to play very quietly, so they do not wake you up. 

Be good for your tutors and your maman, and know I will always be,

Your loving papa. 

Nothing of use. She couldn’t make herself switch away from it, all the monsters under the beds. Viviane clicked to open another tab. The one after looked promising, finally: a letter in the Lady’s own swooping hand. 

Kallias, 

You have been gone for too long. Come home. 

There, I said it. Consider that your permission to leave whatever has given our dearest lord of southern wastes another hernia behind. He can manage it, we both know that, he’s just dragging things out so he can tell all of his holders that he has the favor of the High Lord. Ridiculous male. And ridiculous you, because you’ll laugh at this letter and proceed to suffer through two more days. 

Two more whole days. I cannot believe you would do this to me. How dare you. I sleep terribly without you, as you well know, and I will remind you that until your sleep schedule is improved you cannot criticize mine. 

I would like to visit, though. Dutiful wife that I am, I shall forget you said anything immediately. There, now you don’t get to complain about piecing together something for our anniversary in the midst of the legislative session. Not that you do complain. Nor that I would be upset if something else were to come. Perhaps forget I said anything? I know you won’t, but you could. If you wanted to.  

Of course I am enjoying the emissaries. I won’t write of it - you’ll have to come back so I can tell you everything. Some of the other Courts - well. I said I wouldn’t write of it, and I won’t, but frozen dead, Kal, you’re going to lose your mind. I’m losing my mind. I’ve settled everything, of course, don’t worry over that, but I promise you’ll want to know. 

I miss you. 

Your Viviane. 

PS. If you grow sideburns I will desert for the Continent. I mean it. 

“Coffee,” Kallias said, handing her the plastic cup. “Straw. Extra napkins. Croissant.”

“I found evidence,” she said, not looking up from her screen. She took a drink - nice and cold and sweet. Perfect. 

“Oh?” he asked, setting his own order down. Black coffee, hot - disgusting, honestly, there was something wrong with him. 

He looked good in his sweater, which was not something Viviane was supposed to notice. Fuck. 

“Here,” she said, pointing to the lines. “She’s “settled everything” regarding some foreign emissaries.”

He leaned over her shoulder, which - oh, shit, he smelled very good. Cardamom. Pine. Something that she couldn’t identify and frankly shouldn’t be thinking about. Fuck, fuck. 

“It’s not explicit,” he said, finally, leaning back. “But if there’s more…”

She looked down at the bottom. “Only eighty pages to look through. And sixteen other sources.”

“We could expand beyond Wikipedia,” he suggested. 

The air grew tense. She looked over her shoulder, and he was so close - so fucking close, one of these days she was going to do something stupid and kiss him if he kept getting so close. 

Viviane did not, though, pull away. 

“I hope you’re joking,” she whispered. 

He squinted, and pulled away. “Obviously, Viv. Who do you think I am?”

She laughed, a little higher than she should’ve, but for the sake of the Holy Mother she did manage to laugh like a sane person. And then she wrote until she remembered that her iced coffee was melting, and then she took a break to heckle Kallias while hurriedly drinking half of it. 

(They got a C on their paper, for “overly expanding the role of the Lady Viviane in Court affairs.” Viviane was so angry that she went back to her dorm and railed at Morrigan for an hour about it all. Halfway through she dropped her crush on Kallias - her enormous, boulder-sized crush on Kallias - and though she didn’t notice, Mor certainly did. Hijinks commenced, the sort only drawn up by drunk friends trying to help other friends. Viviane and Kallias were dating by the end of the semester. 

He becomes an economist, or something. Viviane goes on to get a PhD in History, proving in her dissertation that the High Lord and Lady Viviane were corulers, the first known example of a regnant Lady in the history of Winter. 

The vindication is sweet.)

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Echoes of Home: 50 - Tsu'na ("May")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

Mrs. Hobbes met me at the library at 11:00.  She says it is on her way to "church".  I have not seen an Earth temple yet.  I should visit one some time.

Before she left I asked her if the library had anything on the Allagan Empire.  She had not heard of it; I suppose it was only in Eorzea.  But when I mentioned they made advances in magic and technology, she showed me the Fantasy section.  It has books with pictures on the front of people with swords, dragons, imps, odd-looking elezen and, often, something large looming in the background.  It is also considered fiction.  This tells me something of how magic is thought of in Earth.

I had taken off my coat and beret when I got there.  Mrs. Hobbes' eyes did twitch from time to time, but mostly stayed on my face.  Perhaps for her I am a person who likes books more than a person who has not-hyur ears.  Perhaps this is what is needed…to be seen as a person who does things rather than a person who is things.

Husband and I got together and picked up the eastbound bus to get pizza.  We passed two shopping centers that had signs saying "PIZZA", but Husband did not suggest we get off until he saw a sign that said "Pizza Hut".

It was a hut, if a hut can be made of bricks with tall glass windows.  Husband ordered two pizzas, one with sausage and onions and the other with mushrooms and "pepperoni".  Pepperoni looks like slices of sausage, while the sausage on the pizza looked like ground meat.

Neither used flatbread like what Husband made in Limsa.  One was a puffier kind of bread; Husband called it "hand-tossed".  It was easier to bite and chew, though it also tended to bend easily if one picked up a slice.

The other, called "pan", used a spongier kind of bread, and that sponge seemed to be filled with oil.  Seeing how it was stiffer around the side as well as the bottom, I guessed it was indeed cooked in a pan.  The oil made it both more and less filling than the hand-tossed.  It did not feel like I was filled with bread, but rather filled with oil.

"This is 'real' pizza?"

"A couple kinds.  There's variations on the theme, the crust, the toppings…"

"Which one is correct?"

"Whichever one people like eating."

"It is very different from what you made."

"I was improvising.  I didn't have this kind of cheese or crust.  So what do you think?"

I pointed at the hand-tossed.  "I like the bread with stuff on it, but I get tired of the bread by itself."

"Yeah, there's people that leave the outer crust.  How about the pan?"

"Very…oily."

"Some people consider that a feature."

"People like this?"

"Very popular in much of the world."

"People in Wyatt would buy it?"

"We could open an entire restaurant that served just pizza.  If we could open a restaurant.  And sell that much without worrying about taxes.  And health inspections."

"Which is why we use the diner."

"Right.  The Hartmans get to worry about all that."

"So you want a pizza recipe with holes in it to fill with…"

"Toppings, yes.  Maybe seasoning."

I peeled a pepperoni off of a slice and looked at it.  "I do not know how to make this."

"We can work on it.  Buy it in the meantime."

I chewed the pepperoni, trying to guess what it was made of.  Meat, and peppers, and I think vinegar.  Another research item.

We had much pizza left after eating, which Husband said was normal…that "leftover pizza is a thing."  I took the hand-tossed box; he seemed happy with the pan.

We found a quiet place to Return from.  Husband wanted to sleep in the afternoon, since he would be up late following Sam, so he headed to the house.  I switched to Ninja, Stealthed, and went to May's store.

The store closed at 3:00 on Sunday, but May stayed inside a while sorting boxes and moving things to shelves.  I went around the store to see if there was another door and found what Husband calls a "pickup truck" parked near one in the back.  Many people in town have them.  May might need it for the boxes.

I did not know how to get into it, and there was not much space inside, so I climbed into the back and waited.  May came out after a while, got in the front of the truck and drove.  Riding in the back of the truck was not as comfortable as Myra Stillwater's car, since there was no padding and I needed to hold on to the sides so I would not tumble as May drove.

She stopped at a house with two mailboxes, rather than one like the Hartman home.  She went around to the side of the house and up some stairs to a door.  I had to get close to her to get through the door as she opened it, but she did not notice me.

There were letters on a small table near the door.  The name on one was "Resident", on another was "May Fergusen", and on another was "Mrs. May Fergusen".  The home was not large, but I did not see a sign of Mr. Fergusen.

I saw cats.  May's home is full of cats.  Cats made of glass, cats made of stone, cats made of clay, pillows shaped like cats, pictures of cats on the walls, and one actual cat.  I thought at first it was another pillow until it opened its eyes and looked at me.  May petted it as she walked by it and called it "Snuggles".

I do not think Snuggles likes me.  It watched me as I moved through the room.  Though I could not tell if Snuggles likes May either, but it did get off the couch and go to the kitchen when May put food out.

There were some pictures on the wall that were not cats.  One showed May looking younger with a taller man, one showed May with a tall boy, one showed the man and the boy, and two more showed the boy doing what looked like sports.

I looked around the home and only found signs of May living there.  I did not see clothing for a taller man or a shorter boy.  So May Fergusen lived alone in a home full of cats.  I do not know how long she had lived that way, though it was a small home, part of a house, so Mr. Fergusen and their son had likely not been with her since she moved in.

Perhaps, when May heard about my ears, what she wanted to find in me was a cat she could talk to, a "cat person".  But unlike all the cats she had at home, including the actual cat, I was angry with her.  Now she is afraid of an angry cat who comes into her store.  I am a cat that does not want to be petted.  If she thought of me as an angry person she might have acted differently.

I am not a cat, and I will not be one for May.  Some miqo'te did act like cats, meowing and purring and making fish jokes.  I never understood why.  Perhaps they found it funny, or thought not-miqo'te liked it.  But I will not be something I am not, even in this world where I need to not be something I am.

I left when May went to take a bath.  I worried I would need to keep Snuggles from leaving, but it was happy (if it was happy at all) to not move other than to watch me.

I got outside, Returned, switched to Earth normal and walked to the diner.  Husband was not there when I arrived, so I sat at the counter and read for a while.  When he arrived, I asked him about Snuggles staring at me.

"Cat teevee."

"Teevee?"

"Television.  You got a cat that spends a lot of its life inside the same place, never sees anything new, until you come along.  The cat stares at you because you're the most interesting thing in the room.  Probably doesn't mean anything more than that.  Except apparently Stealth doesn't work on cats."

"Would it have attacked me?"

"Sounds like it's too sedentary to work up an interest.  Maybe if you were small and running around under its nose."  He frowned.  "Now I wonder about dogs.  Stealth kept us from getting attacked in Eorzea, but dogs are a different kind of territorial.  We might have to experiment."

We ate dinner and got to work.  I removed my beret and coat to see if things would be like in the Pit.  Working at the register, people only saw my ears at first, and tried not to stare.  Later, when Husband went out to watch Sam, and I was cleaning tables, I walked past people with my tail visible.  No one said anything, and I was relieved no one tried to touch it.  But the room did get quieter.

I am not my ears and tail.  I need to make people know that.