#they all look the god damn Same especially with them getting All kinds of skins

[gender-euphowrya]

at this point when i see a screenshot of an overwatch woman i don't even know which one it is anymore

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carlos sainz nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Carlos is such a cutie! He may not look like that, but I beg to differ - anyone who knows him knows very well that this is only an appearance. Carlos is so into you that I think he would do something to himself than if you were to feel bad. Aftercare with him includes, of course, lots of hugs, gentle kisses and a hell of a lot of words of affirmation.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) This question has been asked before…. Carlos definitely likes his big “cojones” in him. Oh, but this is not the place to tell about it. Although maybe… what's too much to say? Carlos loves how he's able to completely fill you up, while you're one big ball of whiny mass. In general, I can say that Carlos is satisfied with his appearance. He knows his worth and is well aware of how damn handsome he is. Spanish genes - that's it.

And as for you, I can answer without hesitation that your buttocks. God! Carlos is such a sucker when it comes to your ass. He always but always has to have his hand on it. Sometimes he pats you, sometimes he pinches you. Whatever just has to do with it. That's why he often prefers to stand behind you or let you pass somewhere…. Yes, the behavior of a gentleman must involve something, right?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Nah, I don't feel like Carlos is someone who likes to mess around. But at the same time, when he sees his mess pouring out of you, oh I swear you have entangled him around your finger.

When, by a joint decision, you put aside condoms and started using pills, Carlos was incensed. The touch of skin-to-skin and the possibility of getting inside you, jesus.And the sight of your shared combined juices…. A different approach, however, is to end up on your face. Oh no, that's not what he's signed up for. Sperm on your face is not a sight he's a fan of, maybe because it makes him feel weird and it's like he doesn't respect you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He loves to fuck you in front of the mirror. Your double view in front of him, especially in the doggie position is something that makes him feel like he's going to fly away. He never said it explicitly, but the fact that your future ceiling in your shared bedroom will be a mirror should give you something to think about.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Well, Carlos has had maybe three partners in his life? Of which he was with one of them for about six years, so he is definitely experienced, but without exaggeration. Aside from the women he has been in a relationship with, he has never had sex with someone else before or in between. He's the kind of man who perceives sex in a very private and sensual way, so it wasn't for him.

He knows what he's doing, totally knows what he's doing, and if he's not sure about something, the conversation will certainly not skip. You can be sure that he will take care of every detail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Did I mention that he loves your buttocks? Oh yes. So any position where he can grab them or look at them is most welcome. On a doggie? He loves it!!! Carlos has it in him that he likes to dominate, which doesn't bother you at all. He does it so well that, well - you are left to bend over and wait on your knees.

Or a reverse cowgirl. On the couch On the couch, it's the perfect position for him - he can still be dominant, but still give you a lot of leeway (which he also loves secretly)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) That depends. Mostly, though, Carlos tries to give your moment some spice and depth, and not play around with some silliness. You are the person in this relationship who is sooner to say something silly or start giggling. However, the room for speech and giggles when Carlos fills your feminine sphere is rare, as moaning and begging him for more definitely prevails.

Well, unless we are talking about quick sex, then it will happen. Particularly when it takes place in one of the valets in the ferrari garage and there are some liquids flying down from the cabinets around you. Yeah...

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carlos has luscious hair. From a young age, his head is adorned with dark, strong and thick hair. The same with the hair all over his body. Nevertheless, he doesn't worry too much about it - hair is natural for every human being! But when it comes to the intimate sphere, Carlos has to be perfectly shorn there. Some hair is out of the question, especially since, unfortunately, it also grows quickly and densely there. He just doesn't like their presence next to his penis, and what's worse, as if it should be combined with sperm. Not a chance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sainz adores intimacy.

He may not be as much of a romantic as Charles, but he can definitely show off. He likes to spice up your sexual experience with things like hot chocolate or making shots of tequila salt and lime between your breasts. It's crazy. But that's all Chili. Let's not hide - he also often lights the lamp around you and prepares you for a romantic evening for two with a glass of wine and quietly playing music that blends with your whimpers. J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Carlos loves to masturbate in front of the mirror. As with your sex, the man likes to satisfy himself in front of the mirror. To be honest, he doesn't know why himself, it's just the way he is and it's over. And as for the frequency, he doesn't do it very often - if he wants a blowjob, for example, I think you already know it well yourself and don't leave your man in need. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Blindly? Yes, that's definitely it. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's Carlos, but it's something he loves. The anticipation of what's going to happen. The touch with which he gently glides over your body or you over his. And when it's topped off with hot chocolate or a massage, my goodness, you're both in heaven.

Creampie. This is the second answer. As I mentioned before - Sainz loves to watch and feel the combination of your juices pouring out of you. Damn, it turns him on so much. L = Location (favorite places to do the do) In front of the mirror. Whether in your bedroom or, as it happens, in the restroom. You nevertheless have very many mirrors in your apartment, so it doesn't really matter to him. Carlos also likes to have sex on the floor. Oh jeez, since you bought a new fluffy carpet, in addition to lying there all the time, he still pulls you onto it and you are able to spend long, long hours there. M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You in short skirts. How many times did you have to chastise him not to lift them up “accidentally”. Or he didn't lean you over the kitchen counter when you were in them and say hot things in your ear…. Or a new set of underwear. Carlos loves to go shopping with you - and when he has the opportunity to pick out new underwear for you (or just does it himself), he even drowns in happiness.

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[andvys]

“i’m so sorry for everything i’ve said to you before.” / “you didn’t deserve that.” reader x eddie

i feel like eddie would definitely say things he didn’t mean because he was afraid of how reader made him feel.

I'll keep you safe E.M.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, blood, scars from the bats, fluff, happy ending

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

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The water feels cool against your skin, your feet are dangling in the water. It’s dark out but the moon brightens up everything around you. You hear the laughter of your friends as they sit around the fire, you excused yourself for a moment, needing a few minutes to yourself. 

You’re spending the week in a nice cabin by the lake, it belongs to Steve’s parents. It was his idea to come here, a little getaway is what you all needed after the fight against Vecna a few months back.

Three days have passed since you came here and it was nice until this morning. 

Eddie was acting weird around you all day, ever since you woke up in his arms earlier that day, he has been distant, avoiding eye contact and mumbling responses whenever you’d ask him something and it hurts. He was the one who pulled you into his arms in the first place, he was the one who refused to let you go after you fell asleep on the couch together during your movie night, you woke up around midnight and tried to get up and sneak out of the living room without waking him up but he put his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, 'please, don't go.' He whispered.

He was making things so difficult for you.

You care about him, just like you care about the others but with him, it’s just different. He means so much to you, he makes your heart flutter, he makes you smile, he makes you happy and god, you want him so bad but he clearly doesn’t feel the same. You always knew it but especially after today. 

He snapped at you when you tried to touch his hand after asking him if he’s okay, he slapped it away and told you to leave him alone, his face was red and his eyes looked dark and filled with anger, when he yelled, ‘stop getting on my damn nerves, girl! I can’t stand your bullshit sometimes!’ 

Your bullshit, he meant your kindness, your sweet smiles, your caring side that you especially have for him.

It wasn't the only thing he had said to you but it was what had hurt the most.

You looked shocked and terrified when he yelled at you, you were too busy processing his words and the anger that was directed at you to notice the guilt in his eyes after he had spoken those words. 

He pushed past you afterwards, he left you standing there with tears in your eyes. Steve was there, he saw it all. Your first instinct was to run away, feeling too ashamed that someone else had witnessed that scene but he didn’t let you, instead he pulled you into his arms and let you cry. 

He knows that feeling all too well, when people call you bullshit, when they ask you to leave them alone after they make you care. 

Your eyes well up with tears again as you think about him. 

You hear footsteps approaching, sighing, you wipe away the tear that rolled down your cheek. 

“I’m fine, Steve,” you mumble, “go back to the others.” 

When he sits down beside you and you smell his cologne, you realize that he is not Steve. He’s the man that you have been avoiding all day since this morning. 

You turn to look at him with a frown on your face. The anger in his eyes is long gone, his face doesn’t look tense anymore, he looks apologetic. 

Eddie stares at you, noticing the glassy eyes right away, the smile that hasn’t been there at all today, all because of him. He feels guilty and horrible for what he said to you, for what he did. 

He can’t stand himself for hurting the person that means the most to him. 

His feelings for you were always there, from the moment he first saw you, he has loved you. He never thought that you could ever feel the same though, to him, you are this perfect girl with a bright future, one where he doesn’t belong in but then you got closer and he saw the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him, the way you loved him. 

And then, you almost died for him, you took the scars that were meant for him, you were bleeding out on the cold ground, waiting for death to take you and when Eddie scooped you up into his arms, you still smiled at him because you knew that he would be okay, even if you wouldn’t be. 

You would give your life for him and it scares him, your love for him almost killed you and he hates it, he hates how far you would go to keep him safe. 

He doesn’t feel worthy of your love, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it in any way and he is also scared of his feelings for you, he has never loved anyone the way he loved you. He is scared of messing things up not realizing that he is already doing so. 

As he looks at you, his heart begins to hurt in his chest, how could he hurt you? 

You tear your eyes away from him, blinking a few times as though it will do anything to keep the tears away. You take a deep breath before you pull your feet out of the water and push yourself up but before you can even place your feet against the wood, Eddie places his hand on your arm, “please don’t go.” 

Your eyes flash with confusion as you look down at his hand before you look back into his eyes again, even in the darkness you can see the sadness in them, the regret. 

You should go, you know you should but you can’t, you can never walk away from him, so you sit back down and stare at him. 

He lets go of your arm but he places his hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand gently. 

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said to you before,” he whispers as he looks into the eyes of the girl that stole his heart, “you didn’t deserve that.”

Your quiet sniffles break his heart, he knows you try not to cry, that’s why you turned away from him just now. 

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you whisper, “you can go now.” 

His shoulders slump and his face falls, he fucked up, he knows he did. All because he's afraid of his own feelings. 

“No…” 

You wipe your tears before you turn back to him, “I’ll stay away from you, I’m sorry that I’ve been so–” 

“Stop,” Eddie sighs as he scoots closer to you, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, surprising you with his touch, “please just stop, I don’t want you to stay away from me.” 

“But you said–”

“I know, I was lying. Everything I said was bullshit, sweetheart,” he mumbles, shaking his head at himself, “I just– after this morning, I-I’m just so… scared.” 

“Of what?” 

“You.” 

Your brows knit together and you draw back, staring at him confused. 

“Me?” You whisper, “but why?” 

He smiles at you, for someone so attentive and observant, you sure are clueless when it comes to his feelings for you. He caresses your cheek, opening his mouth to speak but then he chooses to do something else. 

He kisses you. 

You whimper in surprise, staring at him wide eyed as he kisses you softly. It takes you a moment to respond to the kiss. Your heart is racing, your skin feels hot, your lips feel tingly already. 

Just as he is about to pull away from you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. 

Eddie smiles against you, heart fluttering when he finally feels your lips moving against his. It feels so good, you feel perfect. He lets his hand slide down to your waist, grabbing you tightly, he pulls you on top of him. You tighten your arms around him and kiss him deeper until you are both out of breath. 

“I love you.” 

You open your eyes and look into his, you see nothing but honesty in them. Happy tears and a smile resting on his face. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he admits, he squeezes your waist, “you’re perfect and I’m just–”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, interrupting him, “everything about you is perfect, Eddie.” 

His gaze softens. 

“I don’t deserve you, especially after this–”

“I love you too, Eddie. I love you more than anything,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his cheek, “I understand why you are so scared, I’m scared too.” 

“You don’t have to be,” he says, “you’re safe with me.” 

“You don’t have to be scared either, Eds, you are safe with me.” 

He knows, you have done everything to prove it to him.

He runs his fingers over the scars on your left arm as he pulls you in for another short but soft kiss. 

“I’m so sorry, I was so awful to you.” 

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me,” you whisper as you put your head on his shoulder. 

He smiles, putting his hand on the back of your head, he plays with your hair. His heart feels at ease again but the guilt is still deep inside of him. 

He will make it up to you. 

“I will, sweetheart. I promise.” 

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"she's a real gem huh?"

pairings - (possessive) Fontaine x blk reader

warnings - (18+ smut, minors dni!!) not proof read, car sex (dont know if I would consider this as public sex since it's in an empty parking lot but you have been warned!!), aave, use of the n word, make-up sex

authors note - heyy I've been so caught up with other shit that i almost forgot about Tumblr but i finally whipped something up after weeks of writers block but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

word count - 946

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!! )

possessive Fontaine 

You always knew Fontaine was the possessive type. Not the loud “yells at anyone who stares at you” kind of possessive. But the “I know I'm lucky” possessive. The type to plant hickeys all over your neck for other niggas to see when they're talking to you. he gets a kick outta the ones who stare at them for too long

You were at the bar with yoyo and slick. Fontaine decided not to go since in his words “he got other shit to do.” your main plan was to stick together incase some weird shit happens but after a few drinks that plan was dropped. Yoyo was dancing while slick was god knows where and now you’re chopping it up with some nigga that claimed to “know you from way back.”

“Yeah, you haven't changed a bit! Same eyes as your mama” the older man said. You laughed nervously as you looked around the atmosphere. The guy began to compliment you again and again. Comments like “you look just like ya mama” and “you've gotten so grown” made your skin crawl.

You look at your phone checking the time, but you ended up seeing missed calls from Fontaine. not just one, but Multiple. You looked around looking for Yoyo and slick knowing that if Fontaine called multiple times, it was something serious. 

The older man's words suddenly turned into mumbles as you looked around seeing Slick and Yoyo nowhere in sight. You look down at your phone worried as you start to call Fontaine but something stops you. The older male said something as you weren't paying attention and a tall broad man stood behind you. 

“Yeah, she's a real gem huh?” he agreed.

The dark male's voice sent chills down your spine causing you to turn your shoulders, face to face with your boyfriend. Fontaine didn't say anything to you. His low-lidded eyes said more than enough. As you walked outside you remembered Slick and Yoyo were still in the club. Or so you thought.

“What about yoyo and-”

“They left.” 

Fontaine didn't look at you. His hands in his pockets, eye facing straight ahead, it all worried you. But what worried you most was Yoyo and Slick leaving you at the club knowing what could have happened. Especially with the weirdo you were talking to. 

You both get into his car. As you look down on your lap you feel a heavy shake from Fontaines side of the car. You smack your thick lips. “Damn nigga you ain't needa slam the door that hard.” but he didn't say anything, let alone look at you. He was giving you the cold shoulder. 

 “..taine” cold shoulder again. You sigh deeply. The car ride home was quiet

Fontaine set the car to park and took his key out the car. Before he could open the door you grab his shoulder. “Fuck you touching me for?’ he mumbles. “Fontaine it wasn't what it looked like” Your hand laid on his shoulder. “So you at the bar flirting to some older nigga wasn't what it looked like?” he turns to you, his grills shining as his nose turns up in irritation. “No, it wasn't! And you know I wouldn't do that shit to you” your voice cracked. You didn't want Fontaine to be worried about you. You were a big girl and you didn't need some hood nigga taking care of you, but you also didn't want him to think you were someone to share around. “Then what was it?”

 You ended up telling him everything that happened. From the plan, to the creepy comments. You made sure to lay everything onto the table. 

“Why didn't you say shit at the club?” he sighs looking straight at the driver's wheel as he sucked his teeth. “ ‘cus I know you taine and ion need that type of attention on me.” your eyes stuck at your dress. “That dress giving you every type of attention” Your boyfriend examines your short dress with a deep breath and hand rubbing his beard. He thought you looked jaw dropping but knowing Fontaine, he wasn't gonna let you see him fold so quickly, especially after what just happened. What’d you expect? He's stubborn. You smile, “Whatchu meannnn..” you laugh as you cross your hands, looking at him from the side. 

And like that, flirting quickly turned to fucking. 

Fontaine's rough hands groping your titties, ass, and hips time and time again. His name leaves your thick lips over and over again. the car windows steaming with warm breaths of ecstasy.

“Ion won't no other nigga looking at you” Fontaine groins. “ion care if yo ass was green, don't no nigga need to be laying they eye on what's mine.” you nod, too breathless, too caught up with with the feeling of Fontaine's hands rubbing that spot on your clit. ‘I'm all yours taine” you finally sigh. Your legs shaking as you finally came. But the rhythm of Fontaine's hips continued. His hands gripping your ass as his head lays back. 

“Fontaine, i cant..” you hold his arm. ‘I know baby i know, just relax mama m’kay?” you nod lightly laying yourself on his chest. Your warm breath on his neck. “Where you want it baby?” Fontaine's raspy voice asked. You were so fucked out of it, you couldn't let out coherent words. “In…side..” you moaned as Fontaine came inside you.

“You got it all on my dress!” you yelled out quietly as Fontaine grabbed the house keys. “That’ll show dem weird niggas ya already fucking with someone.” you notice his grin from the side which made you smile.

He really made you feel like a gem tonight. 

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"YOURE PREGNANT!!"

Buggy shouted in total joy, Jumping around the room as his body looked almost like an accordion at his odd movements- you sitting there in total shock.

You'd expected that the twins would be your first and last, not that you would accidently get pregnant again especially by the same idiot who had done it by accident the first time.

Your hands went over your face as the reality of 9 months of this set in- For Fuck sakes... You could t help but giggle and hug Buggy there in the doctors office, Both happy and in total shock by this all.

After this things moved all too quickly it seemed. Of course you two told the boys who had been both excited and apprehensive- Like most kids worried the new baby would replace them or take the father they just gained from them, which had to be explained wasn't the case and you and Buggy created a gameplan to help the biys adjust. Then came the crew, who decided to have a 3 day celebration and get absolutely shit faced- Buggy included.

Why you were indeed happy, incredibly happy infant you knew what was about to come. HORRIBLE PREGNANCY SYMPTOMS! WONDERFUL-

Your first trimester was filled with morning sickness, Poor Buggy being as kind as possible as he helped clean you up and find foods that wouldn't make you puke your guts out. The twins even doing their part to find nice teas and things that smelled nice for you to also not throw up.

During this time Buggy bought so much stuff- Most likely boosting the economy of the village single handedly as he had the nursery built in the cabin and on the ship, You and the boys having a fun few weeks decorating both areas.

By your second trimester the hormones kicked in horribly, that and cramps. However that's when something magical happened as well-

Buggy and you were laying on the bed, both of you quite exhausted. Buggy was tired from dealing with the twins all day while you were tired from the baby and fatigue that was hitting you like a fleet. Since the start of your second trimester when your baby bump had become far more noticable Buggy always has his hand somewhere on your stomach rubbing the growing bump.

"I need to find a better way of tiring them out..." Buggy grumbled, You nodding in agreement leaned against the man and truthfully you both without single damns. Buggy in some pink boxers while you leaned against his naked chest in a large shirt rolled up over your stomach and underwear.

"They are still worried- Maybe take them out sailing or something? I'm sure they would enjoy tha- Oof!" You yelp as a sudden jolt hit you, clearly aimed right under Buggys palm which make both of you jump in surprise.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned as he pulled his palm away from you quickly and looked at your stomach. You shifting and rubbing the exposed skin smiling at him.

"They kicked, ive been feeling 'em move but not kick yet. Here I'm sure they will give you another little kick" You say calmly. Buggy sitting infront of you quickly and placing his palms back on your skin, You shifting his palms to the perfect spot before another jolt ran through you and Buggy giggled like a child at this.

"Thats so weird feeling!"

His eyes sparkled at this as he sat infront of you rubbing your stomach and feeling his child move under his palm and occasionally kick. It was a truly precious moment for the both of you.

As for the final trimester... Pregnancy was never too kind to anyone- Especially you. It wasn't with the twins and it sure wasn't now-

Leaned against the counter you glared hard at Buggy- 60 damn days you're ass! Try 8 fucking months trapped in this God forsaken cabin with your mentally unstable partner, two 12 year old boys and your bladder being utterly destroyed by little feet.

Oh and of course- THE GOD DAMN CREW THAY DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED TO STAY WITH THEIR FEARLESS CAPTIAN TILL THE 'VACATION' WAS OVER!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Buggy questioned feeling the heat of your glare on his skin.

"I-..." You wanted to start Biting his head off but truthfully he had done nothing, you figured you were just emotional to the max at this point and the cramping didn't help.

"...I'm in pain-" You admit with a sigh, Buggy setting down his drink and walking to you calmly as he looked you over like he could spot your pain.

"Your stomach looks different" He said calmly, You shooting him a warning look.

"No shit it looks-" Buggy shook his head to stop you, "No its lower I mean, I think it's best we call the doctor" He said calmly, A shot of embrassment going through you at this point. Buggy truly had been giving it his all and learned from the doctor. With a chick trip from the Doctor and Midwife they confirmed you were in labor and got you set up to give birth in the cabin, The twins being taken to the Big Top with Cabaji while they waited for their siblings arrival.

"How are you feeling?" Buggy asked, Gently rubbing your back as you smiled.

"Not to bad actually- I'm glad you're here with me.." You say softly as another contraction shot through you.

At first it was fine- You'd been through this before. So it should be shorter and less painful this time around- Yeah No. You went from fine to screaming in pain very very quickly. Buggy sitting next to you trying to comfort you and get you through it- However the last thing you wanted was him there..

Which landed Buggy outside the house awkwardly, his crew also seated on different patches of grass as they flinched at every cry and scream that echoed out from the house and into the silent garden outside. You had kicked out Buggy 20 minutes ago, clearly just in too much pain to handle him at the moment and the doctor recommending him to try to return in 30 minutes. Which he did.

Truthfully he handled it like a champ once back in, holding your hand despite feeling like you were crushing it into dust and wiping the sweat and tears from your eyes. After a seven exhausting painful hours a shrill cry cut through the air as you slacked onto the bed. The doctor happily placing a little girl on your chest, now tears of joy running down your cheeks.

The doctors starting to clean her up as you admired her, looking to Buggy who was also crying.

You held the little girl in your arms, seeing her pink little face she had your facial features and (Y/H/C) hair like you but a bright rounded cherry nose/cheeks and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You saw Buggy stare in only awe as he felt tears hit his cheeks and he smiled.

"Shes.. shes.."

Your hand reached forward, Buggy thinking it was to caress his cheek or something gentle but instead you grabbed his neck in a iron grip- He squeaking in surprise as you pull him close.

"Buggy- This is the last... do you understand? Cause if the words 'I want another child' come from your lips ever again I am going to cut your dick off and throw it into the deepest part of the ocean. Do. You. Understand. Me" You said in the softest and kindest voice Buggy had ever heard, fear going through his system as he could tell you were dead serious.. maybe it was the lack of oxygen going to his brain or still the euphoria of the moment but he swore he saw literal hell flame in yours eyes.

"Clear- Crystal Clear" He wheezed, you releasing him so he could scoop up his daughter. He genuinely looked giddy at this point as he cuddled her close to his chest, you saw the anxiety just below the surface of his face as he stared at his daughter more her nose-

"Shes beautiful" You say softly staring at her from Buggy's arms.

"I won't let her go through what I did- I want her to feel special and perfect" He admitted, your eyes softening at his vulnerability as he kissed his daughters cheek.

"Im sure they will kn- Oof!- Fuck" You hissed in pain and flinched. The doctor peaked under the blanket quickly and called over the midwife who did a quick check. You wincing in pain as Buggy stared at you panicking and holding the now fussing newborn.

"(Y/N)?!" He said softly as another groan of pain left you. The midwife and doctor conversing quickly before beginning to prepare once again.

"It seems you're still in labor- Looks like another baby" He said proudly, Your eyes widening as you look at Buggy like you were prepared to kill him. The clowns face as white as snow making his face paint look dark at the realization of 2 sets of twins kicked in.

"Holy shit-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" You yelled as Buggy kept his daughter and rushed out quickly to show off his daughter and avoid your wrath of damning you to another set of twins.

Eventually he would return with your guys daughter and sat through another broken hand created by your labor. That night another little girl was brought in this world, the little girls being 8 hours apart and identical to her sister.

It was later decided after you had properly been cleaned up and not ready to murder Buggy their names. Buggy coming up with the names Ali and Ari respectively for his daughters.

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-Sadie Adler as your gf hcs ( sfw/nsfw )

Sadie Adler x Fem!reader

A/N- I am in fact posting these out of pure and utter spite because Sadie Adler can. And will. Kiss girls. Because this is what?! Fan fiction!And it brings me an insane amount of joy that the sheer idea alone of Sadie being queer angers people. Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!!

These are mostlyyy epilogue and beyond based Sadie pls lemme be your lil housewife

Dedicated to @queer-sadie-adler for being the true voice of reason lately amidst the hell hole that has been the queer Sadie discussions. You’re awesome.

Masterlist - requests are open!

• she’s incredibly protective of you. One wrong look your way and she’s ready to start shooting or swinging. Shes so a ‘ why don’t ya take a picture, it’ll last longer ‘ baby has some slight anger issues

• falls very much into the ‘ I hate everyone except you ‘ category. So stoney faced and ready to brawl with everyone, but soft gazes and tender touches with you.

• you hear her before you see her. She’ll ride back home to you after going after a bounty and proudly announce her return with a ‘ honey I’m home! ‘ as she rides up to your home.

• secretly adores the way you fuss over her before she goes out. She lost everything other than you in the space of like. A year. so it’s nice to be reminded how much you care about her. And that she has someone in the world to care about herself.

• she’s actually a pretty decent cook. And you can often expect her to try cook you something nice. Especially if she’s gotten onto your bad side some how, she knows a nice romantic meal will butter you up nice and quick

• I have this thought that she is just a nightmare to share a bed with. Girly tosses and turns and takes up too much damn space. But it just gives you the excuse to crawl up close to her and get comfy in the little space she leaves, falling asleep practically on top of her.

• and on the subject of sleeping. Has just the finest motherfuckin morning voice you’ve ever heard. Her raspy ‘ Mornin my darlin��� in your ear everyday makes you wanna melt into a puddle every damn time.

• loves sharing a bath with you. Especially if she’s been gone for a few days. She’ll make some excuse that it’s just to save on water. But in reality she just wants to relax and hold you close to her, feel your skin on hers to remind her she’s not just some angry bounty hunter. All tough and rough and fighting. She needs the gentle and the calm you provide her.

• hand holding. Forehead kisses. Sitting in her lap as you read on the porch. Just small, gentle acts of intimacy. The kind not discussed but well practiced between lovers.

• she can get in her head a little sometimes. She knows it’s not easy being in a relationship like that in 1907. And she knows that she doesn’t make it much easier on you with the works she does either.

• but she loves you wholeheartedly. And she knows that you love her just as equally. And as much as she feels she doesn’t deserve you, she’ll keep loving you until you don’t want her anymore which would never happen of course

•NSFW•

• she needs to be the one in control all of the time. This isn’t to say she doesn’t like receiving, or like having you on top of her. She just likes to be the one with her hands on the reins yk.

• in fact. She quite enjoys you on top of her or In her lap. But even so, know that she’s the one pulling the strings and she’s two steps ahead of you at all times

• she’s gentle and soft with you, but determined. Whether that’s knowing exactly where to touch you and abusing that same spot over and over again until you’re a shaking mess. Or telling you where and how to touch her.

• I said this in my last hcs but fingers in the mouthhhhh. Idc what anyone says. I see it so vividly. She loves it. Loves watching you suck her fingers to get them wet. Or clean them off.

• eats pussy like a god. Will have you seeing stars and thanking whatever Lord may exist for putting that woman right between your thighs. Sloppy and thorough and has you coming with her name on your tongue.

• thigh riding!!!!

• girly loves to manspread. Will sit there and pat her leg for you to perch on, but manoeuvre you to straddle her leg instead. And she loves how it makes you blush ‘ you’re a regular ol’ cowgirl now ain’t ya honey? ‘ as she leans back in her seat to watch you I’m literally going insane

• morning sex!! Waking up spooning with her, teasing her by wiggling your hips against her until she slips a hand over your hips and between your legs

• ‘ this what y’ wanted? Been dreamin of me honey? ‘

• will absolutely get up afterwards as casual as ever and ask what’s for breakfast. As if she hadn’t just had her fingers buried in your cunt.

• her aftercare is just so gentle. Especially if she’s been gone a while and has you coming for hours on end. She’ll praise you and hold you and help clean you up. Maybe drag you into the tub with her and sit behind you to wash your hair.

• and she enjoys the intimacy of dressing you so much more than undressing. Getting you comfy and cosy in clean night clothes before snuggling up with you in bed, letting you rest your head on her chest and tangling up your legs together.

[a-sleepy-raven]

Hi! And welcome. :3 I have a request for you - can I ask for a fic where reader takes care of Leon when he's sick? Fluffy pls. :3 Thank you!

Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like this, though I have to say I'm a bit nervous about sharing my first RE fic. Hope you enjoy! <3

(established relationship, post RE4)

Baby, it'll be alright - Leon Kennedy x gn!reader (fluff)

When you come home, you’re surprised to find Leon curled up on the couch, fast asleep and buried beneath one, no, two blankets. There’s a half empty cup on the coffee table in front of him – chamomile, if you’re not mistaken. And as far as you know, Leon hates chamomile with a burning passion. He can’t even stand the smell of it. That, paired with the fact that he fell asleep in broad daylight, can only mean one thing: His health hasn’t gotten any better since you left the house this morning.

Well. At least, you’re prepared, you think to yourself as you set down the bags in your arms, careful not to make any noise because you don’t want to disturb Leon’s slumber. He has barely gotten any sleep last night, and you’re sure he must be absolutely exhausted.

As quietly as humanly possible, you start to unpack the groceries. Aside from a few essentials like coffee and toast, you have also stocked up on lemons, tissues, cough drops and lemons. (You also bought a tub of ice cream, but that one’s for you – your reward for taking care of your sick boyfriend who can be as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to his health. Wouldn’t be the first time that he insisted he was fine when, in fact, he was still feeling like garbage.)

A quiet groan that sounds like it’s coming from beneath that pile of blankets on the couch snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn around, your gaze meeting Leon’s. He looks terrible. The dark circles under his tired, red rimmed eyes are a sharp contrast to the pale, sallow tone of his skin, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” You make your way over to him, crouching down in front of the couch before you place your hand on his forehead. Beneath your palm, his skin feels burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. He’s definitely running a fever. “Damn, Leon.”

“What kind of greeting is that, honey?”

“Shut up. You sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for at least ten years.” 

He suppresses a cough. “You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“Sorry.” You brush your hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“My poor baby,” you say and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Do you want some tea? Or a glass of water? I also bought lemons – people say hot lemonade works wonders when you have a cold. I could make you some.”

“As long as it’s not chamomile, I really don’t care.”

“Hot lemonade it is, then.” You get up. “And in the meantime, you should gather your stuff,” you motion to the blankets and the pillows that definitely come from your bedroom, “and go back to bed. I don’t understand why you haven’t stayed there in the first place.”

“Yeah, well-“ Leon interrupts himself when he falls into yet another fit of coughing, forcing him to sit up. “God damnit,” he mumbles, then. His head hurts like hell, like it’s going to explode any second, and with every cough and every sneeze, it just seems to get worse. 

You rub his back. “Go to bed,” you order him, softly. “I’ll bring you some meds. And painkillers. You look like you need them.”

He sniffles. “Yeah. Thanks.”

* * * *

“Ta-da,” you say as you carefully set down the tray that’s loaded with two cups (one filled with hot lemonade you hope you haven’t messed up, the other with water), a bowl of ice cream (you don’t have the heart to not share it with Leon when he’s feeling so bad) and the meds you bought on your way back home from work. 

Leon sits up, relief written all over his face when you hand him the painkillers. A moment later, before you can even reach out for the glass of water, he has already swallowed one of the tiny pills. Then, he lets himself fall back into the pillows. “Thanks.”

“You survived Raccoon City and getting infected with some ancient parasite. Who would’ve guessed that a simple cold is all it takes to knock the famous Leon Kennedy flat out?” you tease as you sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to caress his face. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle before he sinks back into the pillows because the world around him has started spinning. And he’s pretty sure it is not supposed to do that. Not like this, at least.

This goddamn cold. He can’t even say what annoys him more – the constant coughing, the terrible headache or the fact that all he wants to do is sleep. And although he knows that you don’t mind taking care of him, he can’t help but feel like a burden right now. You probably have a million other things to do, and yet, here you are, keeping him company and trying your best to nurse him back to health. If only he could find the right words to tell you how much he appreciates your efforts.

“Try to get some rest,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Sleep is the best medicine, after all.”

Leon hums in response. Sleep truly sounds like a wonderful idea.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head. “Come here,” he mumbles, “please. Unless,” a coughing fit interrupts him before he can finish his sentence, and he takes a deep breath before continuing, “unless you’re afraid to pick up a cold, too.”

You let out an indignant huff. “You’ll need more than a few germs to scare me away, Leon. You should know that by now,” you say as you lie down next to him and make yourself comfortable. With a content sigh, Leon snuggles up to you and drapes his arm over your stomach. You kiss the top of his head. “Want me to cuddle you to sleep?”

“Hm… yeah.” 

A smile flashes over your face. That’s exactly the answer you have expected, and so you wrap your arms around him, carefully burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one traces invisible patterns on his back. “Sweet dreams, Leon.”

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[give-some-lemons]

Can I request Gortash getting jealous at s/o being flirty with someone? 🦝

If I can’t have you, baby no one else in this world can

Jealous — Lana del Rey

Atmosphere in the ElfSong was more than vivacious, with, what felt like a half of the city, drinking, talking and, of course, trying to find a good company for the upcoming night. A young woman was sitting there with a glass of her favorite drink in the hand with a look on her face expressing nothing more than boredom, glancing over the crowd once again. It looks like her darling lover was late one more time probably surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk and a furrowed brow marking his concentration. She longed to spend even a little of his free time with him.

Lost in her own thoughts young lady, at first, didn’t even notice a man who sat down right by her side offering a hand in an inviting gesture. Pale elf sharply smiled, studying a beautiful vision in front of him with his fox-like gaze, patiently waiting for her to respond with the same attentiveness. After a moment of hesitation woman stretched her lips into a sly grin, taking his hand and looking how how he pressed a sensual kiss on her skin.

— Why such a pretty lady is here all alone? — he spoke in his deep silky voice, that quickly spread through her body like some kind of venom.

He brushed his white curls back, keeping them out of his eyes and still luring girl into his lustful web, made of the finest flattery in which many women was trapped before like helpless butterflies. Well, too bad for him she knew this game good enough to let anyone overplay her.

— And why are you asking? Want to keep me a company?

Man, whose name she didn’t even know yet, let a chuckle escape his mouth while his eyes darkened. No one had dared — or perhaps, no one had wanted — to challenge him before, but everything about this woman was screaming her defiance: that burning flame in her eyes, cunning smile and bold words that the man was sure he could easily turn into pleading moans by the end of the night.

— Only if the fair lady will let me.

Young miss ran her tongue over her lip, slightly biting it afterwards. Of course, she had absolutely no interest in a person across, for girl there was no man alive or dead who was more attractive, more charming than her dear lover who’s now, she was more than sure, was tormented by the thought of her being here alone. For her, flirting was some kind of game where rules were simple enough: waiting for some arrogant fool to come over, convinced that no one is able to refuse him and watch how slowly and extremely painful his confidence was shattered by her cruel yet such sweet words.

In a split of second expression on a handsome face of her interlocutor changed while someone’s hand laid down on her shoulder, squeezing it through her clothes. So, speaking of the devil. Slightly looking up, she couldn't help but smile even wider, especially when she saw that menacing gaze directed to the pale elf.

Man’s posture was standing right by girl’s side in his usual coat, embroidered with gold details, dragons and what seemed like demons, with his dark hair being a complete mess after hours of exhausting duties of an archduke and, of course, these dark eyes that in this specific moment had nothing except pure possession. Enver never liked the fact, that sometimes his partner was getting too flirty with strangers, she saw for the first time in her life and in moments like so the only thing he kept in his mind was about taking her in some dark corner of this god damn tavern, derive the sweetest sounds from her just for himself.

— I believe there is no problem, right, vampire spawn?

Being an egocentric man, there was nothing he hated more than times when his darling girl focused her attention on anyone but him, leaving Gortash in silent fury. Usually after such an opinionated misbehavior he was making sure for all night long, that in the end that little brat cannot sit or stand still, let alone looking at someone else and sometimes he even let a thought, that she does it on purpose, gleefully enjoying consequences.

Hearing the last part of the sentence, young woman frowned, looking at the white-haired man with a mixture of astonishment and a silent question in her beautiful eyes. His flirty expression completely disappeared from pale face leaving only slight annoyance probably caused by the lord’s appearance and his plans crushing right in front of his red gaze.

— Ah, great archduke, what brought you here at this hour? — vampire said through clenched teeth, managed to stretch out his lips in a sharp smile.

Girl felt man’s rough hand on her cheek, when he brushed away a strand of hair that was partly covering her face. These two seemed to know each other, even if young woman didn’t had any idea how, and that fact made their current dispute even more acute, taking all of the lord’s inner strength not to turn it into a bloodshed.

— I’m here only because of my darling partner. — Enver replied, his voice smooth but his gaze unyielding. — I suppose you already acquainted yourself with her.

— Oh, so that gorgeous lady is yours?

The air thickened with increasing tension of two dangerous men and despite the fact that Gortash had much more power, keeping all the Faerun under his boot, vampire lord was arrogant enough to toy with him. But if in politician matters he wasn’t rival to the archduke, his woman was untouchable and every person who dared to encroach on her ended their miserable life in a rather unenviable way.

— Yes. I would like to believe that it is clear enough for you now. — a cruel smile, which did not show in dark eyes, graced his face. — In the end I wouldn't want to resort to threats on such a beautiful night.

Baring his fangs, Astarion could not do anything but leave lord and his passion on their own, making girl stare at his back and when she was ready to turn her gaze to the dark haired man, she was lifted off her seat with a sound of surprise on her lips.

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Rooms on the second floor of taverns wasn’t something innovative, many places offered services like this to provide even more income from a lustful customers who didn’t want to bring one night partners to their house, to spouse and kids, patiently waiting for them to return. But there was something in the ElfSong, that young woman considered to be exclusive like soft beds and silk sheets, for additional payment of course, special drinks with a drop of aphrodisiac in it and the fact, that everyone in here could hear her screams while Gortash was marking her like no one ever could.

After being thrown on a soft surface, girl felt her hands tied up with a man’s belt right above her head while his lips traveled along her neck, paying extreme attention to carotid area and slightly gritting it between his teeth. Lord’s fingers quickly found a way to her bare skin underneath all the clothes, pressing a dark spots, that soon enough would probably become bruises, and digging his nails into her derma, leaving red stripes. Enver always was such a passionate lover, making his lady moan and tremble from what seemed like the most innocent touch, that in fact felt like a fire spreading to absolutely every part of girl’s body, turning her into a wet, needy mess.

Usually, the great archduke would tease his lover, waiting for her to gave up all her pride and start begging with watery eyes, but it looked like this day he preferred get down to business much quicker, taking in his mouth her most sensitive and vulnerable part. She screamed, clutching her legs around his head, but quickly enough he spread them apart once more, holding her in one place with a firm grip. His nimble tongue sensually traced her labia, often sucking on her sweet spot and going as deep inside as it was possible, while her sweetened juices flowed down man’s chin and neck, staining his shirt. Even if he would never say it out loud, he admired his woman's body, worshipping it as if it were the oldest, most revered temple that served as a vessel for an even more beautiful deity, praying to it with his caresses and, instead of blessing, receiving the most beautiful sounds.

The moment her insides began to squeeze his fingers, Gortash stopped absolutely all actions on his part, watching his beloved flouncing beneath him with a disappointed groan, trying to get her release at least in some way. Man’s face was adorned with an ominous smile, when he leaned towards a young woman’s face, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss and muffling girl’s quiet sobs while his erection slid inside her. Stretching her walls with his size, Enver set an inexorably fast pace, truly enjoying how her whole body tensed in anticipation of imminent orgasm, but the time when she was about to see stars man stopped once again.

— No! — a whimper was heard from young woman, now desperately trying to free her wrists. — Why are you doing this to me?!

Lord run his fingers from girl’s neck, which was already covered with dark marks, to lower abdomen, sending pleasant shivers on the skin. A dark laugh escaped his lips, resonating in his chest as he was still buried deep inside her, feeling her core tightening around him with her every inhale.

— Oh? Are you wondering? I thought you were the one to let some filthy parasite have you in his bed.

— What?.. — was the only thing to come out from young woman’s mouth, when she looked at him with confusion in her gaze.

Without a warning he completely pulled out of her, leaving only the pink head inside, gently and slowly teasing his partner before sharply thrusting in with his whole length. Gorgeous lady emitted a drawn moan, desperately wishing her hands to be released from it’s fetters and wrapped around archduke’s muscular neck, while his fingers were squeezing the plush of her thighs with a low groan coming out of his throat. Soon enough, his pushes became more and more merciless as he felt the built up tension in his lover’s body that was about to explode with a numerous of different colors before her eyes and feeling of numbness in her limbs.

Only a moment after, young woman reached the climax with man’s name coming out of her lips like some kind of pray, that presumably might save her soul from this devil’s hands. But when he had his grip on her neck, catching every little detail that was shown on her tearful face with this dark, possessive gaze, lady realized —there was no salvation for her now. Despite woman’s expectations, Gortash did not get his release, instead changing his partner's position and leaving her head hanging off the bed while his erection was pressed against her cheek, smearing their fluids on the softness of her skin.

His manhood pressed into her opened lips, leaving a salty, musky aftertaste on girls tongue, which made archduke’s lover close her eyes with pleasure, while Enver slid deeper in her throat, inhaling through clenched teeth. His precious woman felt so good, especially when she was underneath him, desperately begging for her pleasure with eyes full of tears, barely holding back her loud sobs and squeezing his sensitive flesh in her warmth. Even now the muscles of her throat tightened around him, as if pleading the man to paint her insides with his semen and even despite the fact that lord was a man of patience, now he simply could not control himself, speeding up the pace with each thrust.

— How do you think that filthy vampire spawn would react seeing you like this? — he said in a hoarse, breaking voice. — Messy, needy for my touch, ready to give everything away just to choke on my dick. Such a dirty little whore.

His hand rested on her neck, where the silhouette of his length was clearly outlined, from time to time slightly pressing the spot where his flesh was enveloped in her skin and muscles. Man’s pushes became more and more chaotic with each second — the sign of his imminent orgasm — as isolated groans and husky sights were coming out from his lips. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her throat, moving his hand along the entire length with quick jerks and desperately keeping the silk of her hair in the grip of his fist. Few more seconds and Gortash finally reached his release, loosening his grasp on young lady. Looking at his partner, with her face completely covered in his seed, mouth wide open in tries to catch her breath he could not help himself, but feel weirdly proud of the fact that he possessed this woman as no one did.

— You are mine. Don’t you ever dare to forget that.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Kinktober Day 2: Mutual Masturbation

Words: 1074

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Daniel x Armand

Summary: Daniel thinks about “Rashid” a little too much and a little too deep.

“Your doctor in New York was consulted and has given consent. You’ll find a note from him in your electronic mailbox.”

Unusual wording aside, Rashid’s manner of speaking also caught Daniel’s attention. Its haughty inflection sticks with him throughout the day, still running through his mind as he gets ready for bed that night, brushing his teeth and staring at his own tired features in the large, light-rimmed mirror. The way Rashid talks to him leaves barely any room for argument. Daniel hasn’t been shut down like that since before his last divorce. It’s kind of hot.

Nope. 

He’s not doing this. Not even, especially not, in the false privacy of his own perfectly climate-controlled guest bedroom. 

After stripping down to his boxer shorts and putting on a T-shirt—so old it might precede Rashid, but nice and soft with only a few small holes in it—he gets into bed and attempts to find a comfortable sleeping position, plagued with the knowledge that he’ll wake up at least twice in order to use the bathroom. Despite it having been another long and draining day, his thoughts are not ready to quiet down yet. 

“We suggest you begin on the left.”

Only Rashid hadn’t been suggesting. The tone of his voice had made it very clear that he was ordering Daniel. His dick gives an interested twitch at the recollection.  

Huh. 

Well, shit. 

There’s something about the combination of Rashid’s pretty yet dispassionate face and the austerity of his words. Like he considers Daniel to be far, far beneath him. On one end of the spectrum there is Louis, the God, and on the other end there’s Daniel, the filth underneath Rashid’s shoe. 

He’s nearing half-mast now. Jesus Christ. There’s no way he’s going to give in to this, this unexpected and extremely ill-timed bout of horniness. Tell that to his overactive brain though. Something about a gift and a curse. 

What would it be like, with Rashid? He’d boss Daniel around in the bedroom for sure. Tell him what to do, what position to fold his aching body in, impassive eyes watching him struggle to comply, soft-spoken words dripping with thinly veiled venom.

Would Rashid touch him at all? Maybe even demand Daniel to pleasure him? Or would he avoid any physical contact between them and make Daniel touch himself, put on a pathetic little show for him? 

Ah, but that’s where the gloves come in. 

The thought of sterile black latex on his bare skin makes Daniel’s breath hitch. The same two-word thought that made him book that ticket to Dubai International Airport flashes through his mind.

Fuck it.

What’s the point of resisting his high-risk urges when his days are numbered no matter what? Might as well live a little while he still can. Consequences be damned. 

Throwing the sheets back, he raises his hips off the mattress and tugs his underwear down just far enough to expose himself. It’s been a long while since he’s been in the mood for self-gratification. The uncomfortable dryness of his hand only feeds the fantasy he’s got going on in his head, so he doesn’t bother with spit. Slowly but surely he gets himself as hard as he can get these days. 

In his mind’s eye, Rashid stands next to his bed fully clothed, just a titillating peak of his chest visible. His latex-covered hand moves clinically over Daniel’s cock. His gaze is detached– No, he’s not even looking at Daniel, the ever-present iPad in his other hand holds his full attention. Daniel lets out a soft groan, needing it faster but also feeling the near-painful friction of rubber against sensitive nerve endings. Rashid pays him no mind. The pace of his hand remains unchanged, methodical, almost machine-like. He goes through the motions absent-mindedly, like getting Daniel off is the same to him as making a cup of coffee.  

His dick is becoming more sore by the minute, almost too sore to keep fueling his arousal, forcing Daniel to switch it up and move things along. He keeps the same pace, but fantasy-Rashid finally shifts his attention from his screen to Daniel. The neutral look on his face doesn’t budge. The words he speaks might be encouraging, but his delivery is as cool and professional as always. Like the way Daniel is falling apart in front of him—because of him—doesn’t affect him at all. He sounds almost patronizing, especially with that accent of his. 

“That’s it Mr. Molloy. It won’t be long now, will it? Go ahead, make a mess of yourself. That’s it. Good boy.”

Yeah, that'll do it.

Huffing through gritted teeth, Daniel rubs himself through his orgasm. The toe-curling friction on his cock has crossed into something actually painful, but intense ripples of pleasure cancel it out. As soon as those dwindle he has to stop touching himself. It feels like he rubbed himself raw. The tremor in his right hand makes itself known again with a vengeance. Catching his breath a little, he regains the ability to think clearly enough to berate himself for the lack of self-control, praying that Louis did not pick up on any of that. 

There’s nothing he wants more than to take his underwear off completely, use it to clean himself up as best as he can, throw it on the floor, get back under the covers, turn over onto his stomach and drift off to sleep. So fuck it, that’s exactly what he does.

Some distance away, in the large open space of the master bedroom, Armand wipes himself down, his movements sluggish but meticulous. The giddiness of what has just transpired is quickly fading. It was reckless of him to listen in to Daniel’s thoughts and get carried away like that. He knows Louis is currently fully preoccupied with all the horrible things the interview is stirring up, and yet… this cannot happen again. 

He does make a mental note to integrate the remark “that’s it, Mr. Molloy” into one of his interactions with Daniel tomorrow, should the opportunity present itself. The little thrill he gets out of rattling Daniel is too good to pass up on, and he sees no reason to deny himself the delight of watching the other man squirm. 

Picking up his iPad, he scrolls through enough art auctions that the fluttery feeling in the center of him—something he has long since come to associate with Daniel—eventually fades into the background. 

[daretobeking]

Okay okay okay

TR in VTM @coolcattime (if you want an explanation of what my silly words mean i have much to share)

Sonja would be a Gangrel 100% especially with how the Gangrel treat their fledgling vampires. On their own from the moment they die until they meet another Gangrel and answer their riddles correctly (aka tell them they’ve been on their own for a year and lived)

Tucker I’m on the fence for, leaning toward Tzimisce cause of the body horror but also the Tremere are the ones with blood magic…. I think he'd probably best settle as Banu Haqim with the eye for an eye you kick me I break your leg type justice

Tom would be a Brujah with the same certainty that Sonja would be a Gangrel. Silly cockroach guys with issues with authority who have a history of fucking with Bad Things. If we were to translate him becoming mecca-dianite then he could get Baali’d cause they’re the only vampires who can just eat your bloodline if I remember right

Jordan as a Salubri. Ianite’s either his Sire or in his bloodline and doing the ancestry whisper thing to him. It’s so silly over there in 3 eye land

Wag could be so funny in about any of the clans but there are two main ideas i have. 1. He'd fit in with the Tremere because of the them previously being mages before they became vampires thing. Also I think it'd just be really silly if all the Wizards are in the vampire cult on a technicality. They're not bound or anything they're just there for research purposes. Also for their medical access. 2. He's a Nosferatu! Human shaped but by god does he not look human. He's just chilling though he lives in the sewers like the rat he is (affectionate) Grey skin red eyes dripping what looks like blood sharp fingers big cloak animal-ish legs. Also Nossies doing illegal shit is so funny to me. bullets cant kill him and whats someone gonna do if they see him? "hey officer i saw a demon selling coke down that dark alley"

And for snippets of just. Things I think about them

Tucker and Tom’s predator type is Montero. They hunt together and make a whole fucked up game of it. Speaking of predator types, Sonja's is Alleycat so she just drops in on people and leaves, Jordan's a Pursuer because he gets to get silly with it as a treat, and Wag's a Sandman where he just sneaks into peoples houses and gives them a munch and crawls away like a lizard.

Tom also totally diablarized Dianite. It was really fucked up actually he pukes when he drinks kindred blood now because of the taste

Sonja never really got a Gangrel mentor even a few years after she was turned because she never figured out it was __ winters like what sane person would respond that way. She figured most things out on her own though

Jordan with his three eyes is so silly to me. His hair's kind of long in the front to cover it up but that's not the best solution so he literally has one of those big thick fabric headbands covering it. he says its to keep his hair out of his face. he looks RIDICULOUS

Wag stole his cloak from a larper and embroidered it himself to make it fit his vibe more. He also just shows up in random places through sewer grates like a horror movie monster because he can. More than once he's scared the SHIT out of the rest of the team by just talking when they don't know he's there or reaching out and grabbing their ankles. He has a tally for who he can get to scream the most

Tucker's perhaps gone a little insane and given in to the Voices but that's okay. It's not like there's an old as fuck vampire at the end of that path who wants to eat him or something. Also his old name when he was mortal was in fact Jericho, and sometimes the rest of the Coterie call him that to get his attention when they're in a rush. He hates it but damn does it work

[kaytheday]

The War He Brought Home

The stairwell was hot. He couldn’t help thinking it as his mouth filled with cotton. He was gasping the air through his open mouth, absolutely sure he looked stupid lying sprawled out on the stairwell like that. Surely he needed a hospital. Nobody survived this kind of injury, not without a visit to the hospital.

The blood dripped off his shirt and down to the stairs floors below him. The liquid of life ebbing out of him as he struggled to breathe. Soda never would have guessed this is how he’d die, not after Vietnam. Not after trudging through those jungles in the rain and running through a haze of bullets coming from everywhere. Certainly not after watching all those others die and wondering when he’d be next.

Then his thoughts were in that jungle halfway across the world. If Soda would have died in Vietnam, his biggest regret would have been not being able to say goodbye. He didn’t want to die without telling his brothers goodbye. He also wanted them to know that he loved them.

As of right now, he had said goodbye. It had been angry and followed by the slamming of the door but at least he’d said it.

The only regret when he dies now is that he won’t see Ponyboy grow up. The thought made his stomach twist and bile sear the back of his throat. His baby brother was so smart, in college on a scholarship doing everything that he should be. Making a life for himself outside of Tulsa. The same life that Sodapop would never get to see him live.

So this is how he would die. What would the police tell Darry? That he was killed in the stairwell of a shitty apartment complex because of a drug deal gone bad? He couldn’t bear his strong, good, oldest brother knowing that he’d been killed trying to score drugs. He didn’t want Ponyboy to know either but he especially didn’t want Darry to know. Darrel Shayne Curtis Jr. His older brother who had worked so hard to get custody after their parents were killed. Doing everything he could to provide for them and make sure that they grew up okay even though they weren’t as privileged as so many others.

The same brother that tried so hard to help him after he got back from Vietnam.

What would he think of him when he learned Soda had died? How would his brothers remember him? How would Steve? How would anyone else?

So this is what he would be reduced to? A tragic casualty of war? Killed because of the war he brought home? The one that fractured him into pieces? The same pieces that Darry had tried so hard to pick up and glue back together.

He came back from the war broken and unstable, and not completely whole. This terrible thing inside of him, the war he brought back with him was preventing him from being the version of himself that he used to be before the war. Something inside of Sodapop broke over there in Vietnam. Now he was a mottled shattered version of his former self, the sharp pieces of him jutting out at ugly angles.

There were times where he felt like himself, the person he used to be before the war, and other times he felt like a completely different guy. The one beyond repair, the one that his brothers couldn’t fix.

Now he was dying, in a dingy stairwell, alone, because of how he changed. Coppery blood made its way from his lips and down his chin. His sweat soaked skin is growing colder, as if preparing for death already. It was getting harder to breathe, a weight being pushed onto his chest with each breath. The same breath that will stop soon. Sodapop had always thought he’d die in Vietnam, not because of Vietnam.

“Soda!” For a split second he thinks he has finally died, it sounds so much like his father calling to him. Calling him to come home. Death is sounding more and more appealing, to sit in heaven with his mama and daddy and Johnny. But with all the things he’s done, it’s more likely that he’ll burn in hell with Dallas and all those boys he lost over in that damned jungle.

“Sodapop! Soda are you here? I swear to god…” That’s not his dad's voice. The voice is too worried, something his father had never been. God he misses his dad. Mama too.

He doesn’t have any more time to dwell on who the voice belonged to now because Darry is in front of him. Right in front of his face saying words he can’t understand in his sluggish half-dead state. Suddenly Soda feels so sorry he can’t stand it.

So sorry that he did this to Darry. So sorry that he can’t be himself anymore. So sorry that his older brother still has to spend his time worrying over his little brother. So sorry for everything he did in Vietnam. But most of all he is so sorry that he came back a different person.

But none of that matters to his savior of an older brother who is pressing a t-shirt to his bloody stomach. Yelling for someone to help him because he’ll be damned if his little brother dies like this.

Darry has always been a fixer, he thinks. Could never stand when something was wrong. He would jump in head first to whatever problem any of them was facing and work tirelessly till it was figured out. It’s what made him a good athlete. It’s what saved the Curtis family after their parents died. It’s also why things got so bad with Ponyboy and why he and Johnny were nearly killed at that park.

“Soda? Sodapop! Stay with me! We’re gettin’ out of here, okay little buddy?” It’s the nickname rather than the stab wound that nearly kills Soda. He hasn’t called him little buddy since before Vietnam. Glossy eyed and in pain, Soda tries to nod before dropping his head back down on the stair above him.

“Someone call an ambulance! Someone! If you can hear me!” Darry is yelling as he picks Soda up. White hot pain sears Soda's torso. A low groan is emitted as he carries him down the stairs, still panicked and yelling. Soda can hardly stand to hear Darry like that and know it’s because of him.

Darry, still strong as a bull, emerges from the apartment complex, going down nearly five flights to meet an ambulance in the parking lot. Apparently somebody had heard the yelling.

“You’re gonna be okay, ya hear me Pepsi-cola. Dammit you have to be okay.” Even in his delirious state he doesn’t miss the way his voice cracks at the end. Then Darry is giving up his brother to the EMT’s following as he climbs into the ambulance with him.

They’re hooking him up to an IV. A needle he doesn’t even feel slipping into his skin. Darry has a hand on his knee, eyes down, head bent almost in a prayer. For a split second, Soda wonders if he’s thinking of their mama.

So golden and beautiful even though he’s glad she’s dead. Glad she never had to see how bad things got between her boys. Glad she never had to see how Johnny and Dally went. But most of all, he’s glad she never had to see her baby boy like this. Glad she never had to see him fractured, snarling like a hurt dog with its leg caught in a trap, terrified with nowhere to go and broken beyond repair.

Then he’s gasping as a searing pain tears through his side. He realizes they’re pressing some sort of bandage into his torso. Darry’s head snaps up at the noise. His eyes are filled with tears, his face stricken and Soda can’t hardly stand it. He suddenly wished more than anything that he had died in that stairwell. That all his crimson blood had dripped out of him, settling down the stairs and into the floors below him, along with his life. All so Darry could stop trying. Story trying to put him together again when it’s so hopelessly impossible.

“Dar…” Soda rasps. He needs to give some sort of reassurance. To let his brother know that crying over him, worrying over him is futile. That he will always be broken. This war he brought back to the states is destroying him from the inside out. “Darry…”

“Hey, hey…” He’s murmuring, as if he’s a child. “It’s okay Soda. We’re getting you to the hospital and you’re gonna be fine.” Damn. Darry thinks that Soda’s the one needing reassurance. He has to get these words out, to let his brother know that he shouldn’t worry over him.

“Darry… I’ll be… okay.” Words are getting harder to say, his breath coming in shallow gasps, the weight sitting on his chest heavier and his head growing foggy.

“Damn right you will Soda.” Darry looks beyond panicked. “I’ll get Ponyboy as soon as we get to the hospital, we’ll all be with you…” That’s when Soda tunes out. His head lolling back onto the gurney.

The last thing he feels is his brother's hand on his. Squeezing soft reassurances even though he’s sure that Darry is terrified out of his mind. How fitting is this? Darry is trying to comfort him even though Darry is the one that’s terrified his brother is dying. But isn’t that what Darry’s done their whole lives? Pushed away the panic and fear, pushed away and all his selfish needs in order to take care of his brothers? It's all Soda can think about as a tear slides down his cheek and onto the floor of the ambulance. How Darry has only tried to help him since he got back. How Darry tried to fix him, to get rid of this war he brought home.

“Thanks Dar…” it’s all he can get out without needing to take another shaky breath. “Love you…”

Darry’s yelling as he slides into unconsciousness.

Inspired (in part) by The Trip by HappierThanMost

[writerblue275]

My favorite LoL skin (with photos) for each Heartsteel member (excluding their Heartsteel/Prestige Heartsteel and Base skins)

So I absolutely adore the Heartsteel skin line, and for Aphelios, Kayn, and Yone, their Heartsteel skins are arguably my favorite skins of theirs (especially Yone’s Prestige Heartsteel skin). HOWEVER. I want to talk about some other amazing skins too. Three of the ones I’ll mention come from the same skin line, but listen, it’s a beautiful line. Also note: These are based on the splash art. I know some of the aesthetics change when translated to a player model. Ok let’s GOOOOO!

Aphelios: Spirit Blossom Aphelios

I love the COLORS of this skin. I love Spirit Blossom Aphelios’ hair design (like damn Phel go off with the man bun/small pony I see you), outfit/accessories, the markings on his face, and how his horns are opposite to Alune’s. (Also can we discuss how Alune also looks so pretty here like omg. I’m so glad they made sure she fit into this as well.) But Aphelios just looks softer than some of his other skins and it’s an interesting vibe from him. I dig it!

Ezreal: Faerie Court Ezreal & Prestige Heavenscale Ezreal.

(Listen I genuinely can’t fucking pick between them so he gets two.)

THE OUTFIT (with all its wing motifs). THE WINGS. THE PINK HAIR. HIS expression!! I love the redesign of his gauntlet as well. Another thing that I really enjoy is how they managed to keep his face markings and make them unique. His face markings are a trademark element of Ezreal’s base skin so I’m glad they kept those here. AHHHHH HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD. This is just such a fun reimagine for his character.

This might be one of his two newest skins but holy fuck it’s already one of my favs. His HAIR. MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD?? His pose and expression exude so much power and confidence. His gauntlet with the draconic claw and his horns is just so fun. Also that OUTFIT? His outfit genuinely looks amazing. The color combo of light blue, maroon, and gold is just EXCELLENT. Again, they also kept face markings of some kind, even if they moved from his cheeks to his forehead.

Kayn: Snow Moon Kayn

Kayn’s skins are always fun because you really get 3-in-1 with Kayn, his shadow assassin form, and Rhaast. I love a good black and red (with gold accents) theme and the Loki-esque horns, as well as the addition of the furs on his basic Kayn form are really cool. And the shaddow assassin’s hair. My goodness I do love a man with long white hair 😂 (this will appear again later). I love the color contrast between the shadow assassin and Rhaast designs as well. Also Rhaast looks badass. Terrifying, but still badass.

K’Sante: Prestige Empyrean K’Sante

This skin is so fucking cool. We get to see his face here unlike the original Empyrean K’Sante skin. I love the color scheme with the purple, gold, white, and pink as well as the designs on the clothes/his weapons. The little pink on his face also adds a really small but eye-catching detail that I very much enjoy. Also Lil Nas X helped design this skin and I think that’s so fucking cool.

Sett: Spirit Blossom Sett

Ok listen yes a bit of the reasoning for all these is that the characters themselves look fine as fuck. But holy shit look at Sett here. LOVE his long white hair (hehe what did I say it’s a pattern) with his ears here. That outfit and the accessories are stunning. And again the color palette for the spirit blossom line is just so pretty. Sett just looks so in charge and powerful here. He really is the boss. (Also shoutout to the [I believe] first instance of canon SettPhel which happened in the lore/voice interactions for this line.)

Yone: Spirit Blossom Yone

Look at him. LOOK AT YONE. There is something about Yone with longer white hair that is just so…right, even if it’s tied back or braided. All the beautiful shades of purple in his outfit too! I love. I also like how, besides the horns and his hands/arms, he seems almost human and he’s not stuck to his mask like in his base skin (though I do love his base skin). He also just gives off really pleasant vibes in this. I cannot explain it lmao.

These are my thoughts! These are just my opinions, and frankly so many of these champions have so many amazing skins. I’d love to hear your favorites if you have opinions!

[gallivantingheart]

who?: secretary!seokmin x CEO!(f)reader

word count: 1186

genre/s: CEO!au

warnings: medium-sized angst, pining, allusion to makeouts, mc is emotionally flip-floppy

synopsis: you're really into your secretary, work romance complications be damned.

a/n: sup. it's been a while? no further comment...

Your hand slithers beneath his loose hoodie to greedily feel the burn of his abdomen. But as if he’s been electrocuted, he jolts and you feel the scrape of his teeth as he rises from the haze. Seokmin clears his throat and withdraws from you on the sofa, somehow flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, shoulders rounded high. His hoodie strings are a little wonky from you pulling on them. Your breath is laboured and you can taste him so vividly on your tongue, sweet and something soft as if you could taste clouds.

“Ma’am, we should stop.” He murmurs, voice a little scratchy.

Instantly it feels as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped on you and the thundering of your heart stutters for a different reason. You tuck yourself together, tugging your shirt back down appropriately and running your fingers through your hair to settle it. If you were alone, you could ruminate on the memory of his large palms braced against your skin or the sweet Sprite taste on his mouth.

“I’m sorry. Mostly. It’s just - you’re really attractive you know.” You mumble, any version of confidence drained from you. “Sometimes, it’s all I can think about.”

He ducks his head as well. “I’m really flattered you think so. I, well…you’re my boss. I don’t want this to impact our business together. In fact, let’s just leave this like this and we can continue to be valued colleagues to each other. Friends who got distracted, gave into mistaken temptation. And on Monday it will be a new day, hmm? Yeah, and-“

You balled your fists up and squeeze your eyes shut. “No!”

You look up at him, turning to face him. You reach out to press your palms against his knees and he jolts.

“No. I know, I know it looks messy and you’re questioning it because I’m your boss. God, I’m the CEO of Pledis Company - I’m The Boss! But I’m really into you. There might be a lot to worry about, but right now I just want to lay bare my feelings. You’re so easy to have affection for I don't know why I didn’t sooner.”

He sits, slack jawed, hard to achieve with Seokmin. He’s always had such a way with words to see him without a single syllable is a feat in itself. But you take that as an opening and barrel on with whatever word vomit comes to mind.

“You’re so kind and capable and willing to help. And really, sometimes if my head wasn’t screwed on I feel like I’d forget it, but you never would. You keep me sane. God, I used to get so jealous when the marketing girls would chat with you in the lunch room until I realised that was just who you are. Seokmin - ah, even your name is lovely. You don’t have to feel obliged to feel the same or say anything like it because of my position. In fact, if you don’t feel the same, I would prefer you let it rip and tell me right now. But if you think there is anything in your heart for me more than friendship or a business relationship, please also tell me. Please don’t leave me in the dark.”

As you spoke, you could feel the wall of tension building between you, thicker by the moment and more impenetrable. But as much as it may have been a burden, you weren't going to hide yourself anymore. Especially after that kiss! Heaving a breath, you lift your head to look him in the eye. His mouth has closed now, thankfully. But other than that, your eyes scour his face, trying to find meaning or understanding.

“Ma’am, I didn’t realise…you felt this strongly.” He replies quietly.

You roll your eyes. “Seokmin, we’ve just made out on my sofa. Please, call me by my name - no formalities required.”

Again, he blooms red. “Right.”

With hesitation, your heart sinks and you withdraw yourself. Your posture and demeanor take your words back for you - chicken. “Don’t think about it too hard. I’ve said a lot. Seokmin, go home.”

You stand up and round the sofa, grabbing his keys from the dining table and his phone off the floor - so maybe you were a little rough when trying to manoeuvre him down over you a few minutes ago. Even his jacket hung up neatly on a coat hook by your door. You gather it all together and stand by the shoe rack to encourage him to leave.

He stands too, but it all feels like an afterthought, his mind and body not moving at the same time. In fact, he stops by the bench of your kitchen, arm braced against it. You bite your tongue to rush him along some more. Seokmin’s dark eyes settle on a vase of flowers at your hall table.

“I got those for you.” He says softly.

You turn and stare at them too. You can’t help but smile a little, fondness filling your chest. “Yes, you did. They’re the first thing I see when I get home.”

The vase would be priceless to most, an antique, but it’s the frail florals perched within that you treasure.

“I didn’t put my name on the card.” He adds. “They were for the Source Corp. merger.”

You shrug. “I still knew it was you. Only you know all of my favourite flowers - even the ones I forget I like. Like the freesias. They always remind me of my mum.”

“I don’t want to hide how I feel either. But I’m not…”

You smile. “Not as deep in? I understand. I can love you more than you like me and still be happy with that. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

He takes his things from your grasp, sweeping his bomber jacket around his wide shoulders. He frowns at you, of course he’s concerned.

“I don’t like the way that sounds, ma’am - uh, y/n. I don’t want you to be hung up on me or wait.”

As much as you knew it was a little unhealthy the way you pined after him, you couldn’t help it. And you weren’t going to stifle your feelings when they were already at the stage they were, it would only hurt you more. So you smile and roll your eyes, opening the door for him with a mute beep of the lock. You reach up and smudge off the faint sheen of your tinted balm from the edge of his mouth with your thumb like someone who loved another fondly and lightly kissed his smooth cheek instead.

“Good night, Seokmin. I will see you bright and early tomorrow at the office for our 9am Sales meeting.” You say flippantly.

He looks a little lost and listless as he steps outside and hums agreement, hands jammed in his pockets and turning to stare at you from the hallway. You shrug and simply shut it, only letting your expression crumple at the lacquered wood when you hear the soft double beep of the lock.

[nexus-my-beloved]

elaborate on midam mirror sex, it always facinates me the different takes people have on midam sex (which sounds v weird lmao)

WOO BOY OKAY (sorry it took me a minute, decided that I needed my laptop out for this one) First off: Micheal absolutely always wants to see every inch of Adam and likely has no concept of how humiliating it could be in a sense, but that is probably just part of the appeal to Adam, okay. A mirror would mean that every part of Adam is visible to Micheal, and I just KNOW Micheal would make sure Adam stares at himself, so that's a thing of its own. I know it would make Adam nervous and I KNOW he'd realize just how much Micheal enjoys it if he felt any of Micheal's grace intensify (because let's face it - there is no way on this earth that Micheal doesn't just touch Adam with his grace sometimes and give him pure bliss. it happens.) Second: Whether they're in the same body or not, a mirror gives them the ability to always look at each other. If they're in separate bodies, sure - Adam can see Micheal looking at him in the mirror over his shoulder. But if they're in the SAME body - Micheal would be making severe eye contact in the mirror and it would be all of Adam's expressions, all of Adam's reactions, all to what Micheal is doing with what used to be just Adam's hands. Adam could see Micheal staring at him without the need for a projection. And Adam could watch every slow movement of Micheal touching, grazing his fingertips over skin or teasing in torturous ways that he knows Adam would love (because let's also be honest with ourselves - there is no way Micheal and Adam aren't doing this frequently. Adam was just a teenager before. There is no way he isn't still sort of in that horny phase where you're consistently needy, he would be insatiable. Micheal would be happy to please. Micheal might also be a tad needy. Rabbits.). Third: Something about watching your hands do things to you that you aren't in control of, that are shocking you with every touch, that are getting you off without you knowing what they'll do next, is probably a big thing to Adam. A turn on, sure. A kinky experience. But it's also an act of trust - that Micheal is allowed to take control, to share control of his body that he'd willingly let him into. It's an act of trust in the sense that Micheal could fully take over and do as he pleased, but he chose to co-exist with Adam, and not only that, but to do something as intimate as this when he's an angel, an archangel at that, who before likely had no concept of lust or love to a man when it was against god (Micheal could explain a million times how angels don't have genders, how they're wavelengths of celestial intent, but he was masculine presenting, and to any Christian that was considered homosexual, a sin for him to be with Adam. And yet he was.). It's the biggest act of trust for Adam to allow Micheal to do as he sees fit, using his own hands to make himself feel good in a way he can't expect, couldn't do on his own, because something about Micheal doing it makes it special - and sure, yeah, it's just really damn hot to watch Micheal's stare as he touches somewhere else and teases Adam within an inch of his life. I am also just a sucker for mirror sex with a lot of relationships, but midam especially gives me a certain kind of brainrot i cannot for the life of me explain to the fullest extent which it so deserves. (tysm for asking me :)))) )

[sorcerous-caress]

I’ve come bearing more gifts! (Cause god am I fucking degenerate for the human kink tag)

Masked Human Leader! W/ Performer background, not just any kind of performer, a sexual dancer kind of performer~

Let me set the scene:

(Pre-Reveal) It’s a covert mission where they are all stuck in some underground club/bar for non-humans and they need some kind of distraction. Leader hesitantly tells them to give them an hour and they’d have the ideal distraction. About an hour later a human in scantily cladded clothing is on the stage now starting to dance.

They notice that instead of focusing on the objective the party’s eyes are all on the dancer who just so happens to be the leader. They just look so mesmerized with how their eyes just seem to follow the sway of their hips so perfectly with the music of the band behind them as they show off just how flexible and bendable they are.

It’s been forever since the leader had danced like this, they had forgotten how somewhat empowering it felt to see others especially nonhumans that typically looked down on them get so aroused by a few simply movements. It was almost funny seeing their party members not being able to think straight because of them. Maybe they could try teasing them? Making sure to keep eye contact with their party as they danced until one of them finally snaps out of it and gets the rest of them going.

Afterwards when the leader comes back to their group and asked what they thought about the distraction, they are immediately bombarded with questions about who that human was with the only answer being, “Just an old friend I ran into that I definitely owe big time next time I see them” before walking off.

Like hell that was going to satisfy them. That human was going to be the party’s masturbation material for gods know how long. Most of them are going to have wet dreams about that human for nights on end and pester the leader endlessly about the human for weeks, asking for at least an introduction only to be met with ‘no’.

Imagine their surprise that upon secretly seeing their leader disrobe that it’s that same damn dancer from before.

Imagine the revenge fucking they’re gonna pound into their leader for knowingly messing with them like that. Taunting and teasing them with that perfectly fuckable body, they’re going to have to pay them back tenfold.

-🦑anon

Amazing as always anon <333

I like to think the place they went to doesn't have any humans? Like bear with me, imagine a dance club for the most dangerous and shady criminals ever, it's full of drows, demons, duegers, orcs, and even some mindflayers. Just a place where all the races that are deemed "evil" and run the underground black market spend time.

And because of that, no human comes here, even the ones in the same line of work. They know better than to walk into a hungry den of wolves who haven't seen a human up close in so long.

So when the leader goes to the club stage manager, they barely have to do any convincing to get on the stage. Once they announced they were a human the dragonborn stage leader immediately canceled whoever was up next and sent the human to the changing room with a makeup team.

A human? In an underground club? This is actually unheard of. No way in hell they are wasting this opportunity especially when they have an important group of devils at the front seats tonight.

Literally the attention of everyone in the club gets stolen by the human who walks on stage with such tantalising clothes, the prettiest of makeup, and the most delicious looking body.

All eyes are on you, following the sway of your hips, from your toes to the top of your head everything is throughly watched and observed. You can see their hungry looks whenever your lewd clothes almost slip and expose more skin, whenever you bend a bit and your ass is more on display.

Fuck your party companions are especially stunned, they barely remember that their mission here was to observe the group of devils and sneak into the private vip room to gather evidence of their involvement with a new blackmarket trade.

The same eyes you've saw look at you before with nothing but utter respect and devotion, faces that would never even think of disobeying you. Now openly lust after your flesh, looking at you as if you were nothing but a delicious slap of meat, as if you being a human gave them every right in the world to ogle you openly.

And the contrast is even more apparent when you walk off stage and come back to join them in your cloaked form, they're embarrassed by their leader seeing them lusting after a person so openly so they avoid your gaze.

Clear their throat and try to act with some dignity, asking you who that human was, do you know them? How did you get them to agree to do this and....maybe can you bring them along one day?

You wave them off, tell them they're none and it's nothing. But even later that day they keep bringing it up, saying you've definitely slept with that human before if you managed to get them to convince them to do that so easily, pestering you about how the human felt, how did their moans sound?

As their leader, it only takes a stern "stop" for them to immediately drop the subject and respect your authority, still you hear them talking about it amongst themselves.

[quill-and-again]

A Moment - Oleander Folderol

Part 2

Summary: Quill makes a deal with Oleander. They like assisted orgasms more than solo play, and are willing to answer his questions about them in exchange for a good lay. Oleander agrees.

Oleander belongs to @sanjis-all-blue and has been utilized with permission.

CW: Male-Mode Quill, anal sex, size difference - Oleander operates by the letter of the law, and Quill is learning that.

Part 1 -:- Part 2 (YAH!) -:- Part 3

Despite keeping you on his desk, Oleander did mean to give you some manner of privacy. He wasn’t going to watch you bathe or anything like that, you weren’t actually one of the animals in the other jars. The enchantment on the jar would keep things clean, and if you were in there for too long you could both still communicate clearly.

It wouldn’t do for you to be sick or something with him being unable to help.

Corpses were poor study materials.

Especially when what he needed most from you was communication.

Despite all that, here you were, sitting on the small bed in the jar, linen pants down at your ankles, stroking your impressive cock. The night’s rest having changed your body again. Your voice was the same, long white hair cascading down your shoulders, blood rushed into your face as you put on a show. Hot breaths dripped from your lips as your hips bucked into your hands.

“Keep - keep watching, Doc.” You husk, feeling the pleasure starting to knot at the base of your cock.

“For my benefit, or yours?” He questions and you grin.

“Ah, y-you can hear me.”

“The jars would be a poor medium of containment if I couldn’t hear what was going on in them.” He grumbles, eyes still on you.

“Fair, fair, I was gonna ask, haaa, hells, but I figured actions would speak, speak louder, gods be damned this is so inefficient!” You gasp even as the last few pumps of your hands are enough to get you over the edge.

Orgasms always felt divine no matter what body you were in, but the extra tactile input of sperm was always nice. It was a small bonus for needing a moment to recover before you could cum again.

Most of the time at least.

Leaning back on your elbows you leave your throbbing cock uncovered, twitching with eagerness while you caught your breath.

Oleander’s expression is nigh unreadable.

“What were you going to ask?”

“You look pent up, Doc.”

“… Sex doesn’t get my research done.” He says after a moment. Well, at least he doesn’t seem wholly disinterested or averse to the act.

If it’s a matter of efficiency, that’s easy enough to fix.

“What if it did?” You question, slowly stroking yourself.

“… Explain.” You can almost feel his curiosity licking at your skin. Keeping the man’s interest was going to be important.

“Sex is better with a partner.” You prompt. “I deeply enjoy a good orgasm, and I can’t get there on my own.” You let things hang in the air for a second before continuing. “Give me the treats I want, Doc, and I’ll answer your questions - honestly and with clarity.”

The unnerving toothy grin on Oleander’s face sends the sweetest chill up your spine and you nearly cum again.

“One answer per orgasm, I assume.” He prompts and you nod.

“Nice, equal exchange. We both end up sated for the moment.” You state, your eyes moving to the book shelves. Equivalency and fair trade seemed to be the doc’s core principles. You weren’t a fan of the Marines, but this kind of justice was easier to survive than that absolute justice bullshit.

“How can I be sure of your honesty?”

You grin. “I know you’re not doubting me suddenly. But we’ll make it easier - all I have is my body and my word. You can ask the same question as many times as you want, I’m sure you’ve got drugs and truth serums and devil fruits available to verify things.

“Post fuck bliss makes it harder to be duplicitous, so that’ll work in your favor.” Pausing you look up at him. “Assuming you’re skilled enough in sex to actually make someone like me cum.”

Oleander didn’t so much as flinch, but the aura around him bristled.

“Don’t try to bait me.” He says flatly. “Worry less about my experience and more about your size.”

Oleander opens the jar, dumping you onto the desk a little unceremoniously. You’re about to shout that you absolutely are not going to have sex with him while you’re six inches tall, but you’re already returning to your proper size. Even at your full size, Oleander has three feet on you.

He pulls your pants off and tosses them aside, palm on your clavicle and fingers loose around your neck as he holds you against the desk. You don’t fight him, taking a moment to look around the room as he undoes his pants one-handed.

“Door locked?”

“You enjoy being watched.”

“By who I choose, not-!” You look back down toward him and your eyes widen as he sets his half hard cock against your smaller one.

“Don’t worry about the door. Worry about this.” He says, rutting against your sweaty skin until he’s hard and twitching against you.

“Jesus Christ.” You huff, eyes wide, caught between curiosity, desire and fear.

“Who’s that?”

You swallow thickly, squirming beneath his grip despite it all. “M-make me cum, and… and I’ll tell you. But, you… you can’t split me in half.”

He grunts.

“Don’t give me that!” You bark. “I’m only 152 centimeters, thats- .”

“Point four,” he interrupts, letting go of your neck and grabbing your ankles. “One fifty two point four, you’ll be fine.”

“You jackass,” you snarl the word, but there’s a smile on your lips.

Oleander’s magic aura coalesces around the hand he holds up and you watch as something thick and gooey coats his gloved fingers. You can feel his eyes on you as he presses a thick, heavily lubed finger against your ass.

Your lips part as your mouth opens from the intrusion and Oleander looms over you, mouth opening as well. His tongue licks the air between you and the act is lewd and alluring.

Fuck this creepy marine was becoming more interesting to you. That wasn’t part of the plan.

Oleander’s finger works in and out of your ass slowly, the thick digit forcing you to relax, sending warm surges of pleasure into you. When he pushes the second one in the intense stretch forces you to suck in a breath, but when you push against him he pins you to the desk with his free hand again. The rough action rattles the desk’s knickknacks, and knocks the wind out of you enough to make you breathe properly.

“There you go.” His tone is warm, his eyes still watching you intently. “Breathe and you’ll relax.”

You nod, focusing on your breathing and trying to calm your body despite the pleasure he was giving you. Gods save you, you’re not going to doubt someone’s skills until you’re disappointed by them ever again.

“Oh gods.” You grab onto the hand against your neck, legs spreading open as your feet scramble to brace against his desk. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

Oleander shifts enough to put your cock in his mouth and your entire consciousness shatters at the action. The extra stimulation is too much and you cum hard in his mouth. It’s warm and wet and he’s sucking your tip little on top of it, and all you can do is whimper and wiggle until he stops.

Pulling his fingers out of your ass, he releases your cock from his mouth, letting your spend drip off his tongue and onto your stomach.

“Jesus,” you husk, covering your face. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen something like that before, but you hadn’t expected it from Mr. Repressed.

He grunts, straightening up. With one hand he spreads the earlier lube on his own cock, holding your ankle with his other hand.

“Now that you’ve orgasmed, I get my answer even if I split you in half.” He says casually, turning you onto your stomach, pinning one leg against the desk with a knee, keeping the other in his hand.

“Don’t!” You gasp before his free hand pins you to the desk, face down this time, the large palm and fingers covering your back easily.

His hair cascades down around you, and you can feel the heat of his words by your ear as his massive cock is pressed against your ass.

“Don’t fear, relax.” He pushes against you slowly, giving you time to relax and adjust. “There’s only very specific conditions under which I would find pleasure in your pain.”

“Such aaaaahhhhhh-ssss?” You hiss the last word as he sinks the head of his cock into your ass. His hands were big, his damnable dick is bigger.

“Oh, we didn’t negotiate me answering your questions.” You can feel the grin dripping onto your skin from the tone of his voice. “Relax, it’s important we know how much of me you can take.”

“Stay, stay still,” you huff, wiggling beneath him and riding his girth yourself a few times to help. The point was valid, you’d need to test again when your body changed.

The two of you worked together, slowly inching Oleander’s veiny beast into your ass. The hand that had been holding you down earlier was rubbing circles into your back as you pushed yourself onto him.

By the time your ass rested against his torso, his cock was bullying every sensitive place inside you.

“Took it all.” He nearly hums the words. “Impressive.”

“Please,” you gasp, hanging onto his desk like it’s a life saver. “I’m s’close again.”

Oleander takes an empty jar off his desk, and reaches around your waist, sticking your dick in it.

“Keeping a sample, eh doc?”

“Keeping my desk clean.” He clarifies, shifting his hips.

Oleander pulls out slowly, adding more lube to his shaft before pushing back in. The second stroke is enough for your body and you cum against him and into the jar. He grunts, but keeps moving through your orgasm.

As you’re devolving into swears, drooling onto his desk, Oleander fucks you slowly through two more orgasms before he’s speeding up, snapping his hips into your ass. Something drips off him and onto your back from exertion, and the last few thrusts are gonna leave bruises on your thighs from the desk edge.

The throb of his cock as he fills your ass almost makes you cum again. A mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, however, keep you from it. He thrusts a few more times and cums again, making you whine involuntarily. Overstimulation was going to do you in if this man filled you any further.

“How long, since your last fuck, doc?”

“Eight years.” He huffs, finally pulling out of you.

“You need this agreement more than me, it seems.” You sigh the words, practically melting into the desk. You were going to need a minute before you could walk.

You begin to shrink, but instead of going back into your jar, Oleander puts you in his palm and walks away from the desk.

“You can answer my question while I get you cleaned up.” He states flatly.