#this was my first piece! wanted to do a small one to get the feel for it before going with my bigger project ideas

[cybrasigilism]

how dae-ho would act like if he had a crush on reader and how he’d ask them out

this is too cute! i desperately need to write for dae-ho more, he’s just such a sweetheart i fear :>

Crush Headcanons! (Player 388/Kang Dae-ho Headcanons)

warning: no smut! | lowercase intended | not proofread! | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own :)

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: this is a mix of headcanons + drabble but i hope thats alright it’s nice to take a break from smut every now and again :) i’ve got lots of dae-ho in my requests so i’ll try my best to feed you all .3. of course, i hope you enjoy!

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⟢ the moment he first took notice of you as everyone was getting their photos taken for the games, he was completely starstruck. from that point forward, dae-ho found his eyes being drawn to you wherever you guys were

⟢ he felt a new sense of urgency to make sure you lived throughout these games, after red light green light he made a vow with himself to ensure you were protected at all costs. he was quick to introduce himself post the first game, and you guys were fast friends.

⟢ he’s not the type to be insecure or jealous when he sees you interacting with the other men inbetween games. there was few men you did talk to anyways, seeing as most of them either got on your nerves or intimidated you way too much. however, he did find himself a tiny bit jealous when he saw how easily you got along with the other guys in his group

⟢ you didn’t end up making it on dae-ho’s team for the six legged pentathlon, but he did his best to calm your nerves before the game started up. he promised he would cheer you on and that he definitely did. he definitely lit up when you ran up to him afterwards, going on about how worried you were about him after you left

⟢ he 100% would share his food with you, especially if he noticed you were particularly shaken up after a game

⟢ adding onto the last piece, dae-ho will also definitely try to cheer you up after the games

⟢ i think he would definitely hold off on asking you out, especially during such a high stakes situation as the squid games. at some point later on, when you guys are closer, you two will promise to see more of each other once the games are finished.

⟢ although dae-ho certainly isn’t one to start a fight, he will put himself between you and any unruly players who try to start something with you. he doesn’t have any trouble putting someone in their place if he feels you would be in any sort of danger

⟢ insisted that you slept with his group during lights out, so he could watch over you and be certain on your safety when you were sleeping

⟢ 100% hugs you tightly after the mingle game, especially if you two got separated. you could tell he didn’t want to let you go at this point, as he was definitely worried that you didn’t make it into a group before the time ran out

⟢ will for sure ask you all about your life before the games, and even about what you’ll do with the prize money when you guys get out

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apologies for the less headcanons this time around! i saw more opportunities for small drabbles between the headcanons and i had to seize it! i had a lot of fun writing this out, and i hope you guys all had just as much fun reading it! as always any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing is appreciated and requested

have a splendid day lovelies 💋

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[burrowdarling]

Your Surprise Tattoo

Summary: You make the decision to get a tattoo and surprise Joe with it.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x girlfriend!reader

Requested: Yes | No

Warnings: Some steamy talk post-tattoo

Note: Heyo! A totally random idea I had that I figured could be fun to write. I haven't done a headcanon in a bit and thought this idea would be a good fit. Enjoy!

Word Count: 935

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You’d had this idea in mind for a while, something you always floated back and forth between since you were in your teens 

You’ve always taken a liking to tattoos but were unsure of exactly what you wanted to get and the right placement

Your parents always said that you had to wait until you were old enough and out of their house to do so if you ever wanted one

Over time, once you moved out, you ended up getting a few small ones scattered about your body

None too large or conspicuous 

Joe had always found the idea of tattoos cool, knowing that a majority of his teammates had them

When you first got together, he made a game out of finding the few you did have

When you told him you wanted to get another one, he didn’t mind too much

If anything it sent him down a rabbit hole of the possibilities of you with different tattoos, the placements, filling his mind with images of you

The thought did loom in his mind of what you wanted to get and where it would be, the anticipation and curiosity getting to him

You assured him it would be something hidden a majority of the time, calming a bit of his nerves to not send him into total shock when you did get it

He also secretly liked the idea of it being something that only he could see

That sent his mind reeling at the thought of you with tattoos

What would you get?

Would you want more than one?

Where were you gonna put it?

When? 

You also never told him when you were getting it, keeping to the idea of a surprise

You planned it during a time he was out of town, giving the piece some time to heal up and not be covered so he could see everything 

It was a totally ballsy move, but you figured go big or go home, and would truly test your pain tolerance

Yeah, it could be totally stupid to get something in such a sensitive area, but you really did like the way they looked

You connected with your local artist chosen and set a date, excited for what was to come

You went for a bit of a cliche back tattoo, some flowers with a butterfly that you felt would look really pretty

You knew it was basic, but it’s what made you happy so who cares

It came out exactly as you hoped it would, you were totally in love with it and had a feeling Joe would be too

It was a few days later when he arrived home, none the wiser to your newest addition to your skin

He’d come back from the facility sweaty and in need of a shower

You figured this was as good of a time as any to finally show him 

“You care if I hop in there with you?” you asked, not that this was ever anything new for you

“If I ever tell you no to an opportunity to see you naked, then you have full permission to fight me,” Joe said with a laugh

You ended up in your shared bathroom, you gathering the towels and Joe going to start the water

Here goes nothing you thought to yourself

You set the towels down on the counter and with Joe behind you, you slipped your shirt over your head

You heard a deep groan behind you quickly followed by hands wrapping around your waist

“When’d you get that done, hmm?” Joe asked, his voice heavy with curiosity and lust

“Wellll you did say that you wanted me to surprise you with it so I figured you being gone was the best time. Now I was able to show it to you when it was closer to fully healed”

Joe just groaned out another response

His mind was racing and blank all at the same time, nonverbals were his safest response

“What do you think, do you like it?” you asked, attempting to turn towards him but he held your hips firmly in place

“That’s not even a question, sweetheart”

And MY GOD did he like it

There weren’t words he could find at that moment to describe exactly how he felt about the new ink that went down your spine

His mind was too far gone elsewhere to come up with a coherent enough response to truly tell you how much he loved it

His fingers traced the edge of your tattoo trailing down your back, giving you chills down your spine at his tender touch

“Did it hurt?” he asked, feeling like he knew the obvious answer to the question

“Of course like a bitch, but I have it now and I love it” you spoke honestly, feeling your voice waiver the more he touched your skin

The room began to heat up from the steam of the hot water running behind you, forgotten about from the sight in front of him

“The shower can wait, I’m taking you right here right now”

He started to bend you over the counter, your chest pressing into the cold material while his warm hands traced delicate lines over the art on your back

You could feel his hard on through the flimsy fabric of his gym shorts making your breathing hitch

“Joe we could also do it in the shower, two birds one stone type of thing,” you said with a light laugh

“Who said there can’t be a round two?”

Joe had gotten a new appreciation for tattoos that day

[aninipanin1]

Some ideas for Manager are them accidentally getting hit with an off course ball, learning how to play football so they can help out a bit or perhaps, for old manager (but ig young manager could work too), them having used to play football before and having the world five/the coaches help them brush up on their rusty skills so they can help the boys with overtime practice, perhaps?

Sorry, I can't say I have any more ideas beyond this

KICKED TO THE HEAD

Notes: This req is lowkey so cute! I chose young manager instead if youre fine with it hehehe, but I will try to make another one to answer the other two req because I lowkey like them.

"Hmm, next on my to-do list is to check up on each stratum. Hmm, since the closest to where I am is the German Stratum, I'll head there first!"

You found yourself skipping away to where the training field was, where you know the players were currently training. It was a not-so regular day in the Blue Lock Facility due to the fact that the continuation of the Neo-Egoist League matches will be held in 3 days time.

Hence, all players, masters and even staff were busy, slaving away in their training or jobs. You decided to just give a small peek to each stratum, wanting to ask anyone if all are alright and well-taken cared off.

As the manager, you always found yourself feeling unsatisfied if even one of the players are not very comfortable with whatever it is that is under the guise of your job. Their cleats are a bit too uncomfortable? Your bad, you didn't pick the right cleats for them! Was the bedsheets a bit itchy? Oops, you did not di your job well to make it clean and spotless.

Sure, it was a lot of pressure, but you liked it. It made you feel useful, made you feel motivated, made you smile. Were you a masochist? Maybe, but if its for the betterment of the players, you were ready to do it. After all, the Blue Lockers, Ego and Anri were not the only ones dreaming for Japan to win the World Cup.

Putting your hair in a comfortable hairstyle, you entered the training field where you can see the Bastard Munchen players were running around the field, doing simulations and other strategical work that you could not help but be impressed with.

'Wow...the places where the players are are so fitting for their playstyles! That's Bastard Munchen for you! Very logical!'

A smile was on your face as your eyes followed where the ball was passed from player to player. Watching matches, practice or not, is always entertaining for you. The cogs in your mind spinning and turning, trying to connect and make sense with all the details and information your eyes can take in.

It always feels entertaining and freeing to do this. To spectate, to watch each player. Like you were the audience of an orchestra or a mastermind behind the pieces of a chessboard. Everything and everyone felt like they were within arm's reach, like you were a puppeteer choosing not to move the strings and instead, let your dolls move themselves.

But, you know that if you so much as wish to affect the game, you can.

"Do you see anything, Y/n?"

Almost jumping due to the shock, you turned to face the French master, Noel Noa, who looked at you curiously. You have been quite close with the master strikers in the facility, especially Noel Noa, who seemed to be quite fond of you, too, finding your nature and aura quite adorable. Maybe it was because you were quite young and still naive, or maybe it was because you were always so happy and excited to learn more about the sport, he did not know.

But, what he does know is you were a very precious kid he would like to take under his wing.

"Um, its just the usual I see, Noa-san. Nothing too big! Maybe its because its just practice..?"

You tilted your head, looking down on your notebook that had many doodles and notes you made throughout the week. There were doodles of the players and what they need to improve on. And well, you were more than happy to add more to the things you already totted down.

However, due to this, you did not really see the missed shot Kaiser did, while he trained his infamous Kaiser Impact again and again. Nor did you hear the shouts of some of the players about the incoming ball, or hell, even the shwip sound of the ball as it rushed through the air and went to where your head was.

So, to your surprise, when you find yourself blacking out for a second due to a hard force impacting on your forehead, that it made you sit on the floor. It hurt, yes, and you can feel the blood dripping from your nose, but the most dominant reaction you can feel is shock.

Meanwhile, the rest of the players, were not as calm as you were.

"Oi, Kaiser, you bastard! I'm gonna punt you!" Isagi shouted from the other side of the field as he stood up, ready to fight the German striker.

"Y/n-chan!! Are you okay?!" Hiori and Ness were the first ones to run to where you are, worried about your dazed expression.

"Kaiser. Laps around the field." Noa's eyes were slanted like a hawk, as he kneeled beside you, patting your head softly to comfort you a bit.

Kaiser, on the other hand, was the most petrified of all. He knows how much force his kick had, from experience and, of course, his own knowledge of his strength. And he was very much worried and shocked, blinking his blue eyes like he saw something very traumatising.

He didn't mean to. He knows he did nof. But that did not make him feel less bad. Especially since he hurt you of all people. The only person who was not rude to him, but also did not patronise him like a certain someone (ahem, Ness), even if he acted like a douche to you in the beginning of the Neo-Egoist League.

And also the fact that you weren't like him and the other players, who were used to receiving any loose ball that had hard and forceful impacts. But even then, he couldn't move fast enough to be the first one to make sure you were okay.

"Y/n-chan, where are you right now? What team and stratum are you in?" Yukimiya also was beside you, asking questions to make sure you didn't have a concussion or any brain damage. Thankfully, you answered all his questions quite well, and you didn't seem to be hurt at all. Just shocked and a bit sore from the impact, but nothing major.

"I'm fine, everyone. I wasn't just paying attention. Sorry, everyone. Sorry, Kaiser-"

"Why the fuck are you the one apologising? You were the one hurt!" Kaiser said out of nowhere, holding your shoulder as you blinked at the mini outburst he had. The blonde-haired man was panting, although not too heavily, it was still noticeable that he was heaving due to the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.

At first, you thought it was because of the practice, but the worried look beneath the usual nonchalance in his eyes told you otherwise.

"U-uh...sorry- um no wait- I meant, its just because you got blamed for all of it when it was an accident and now you're in trouble."

"I don't give a crap about that. Just...just go to the damn clinic...make sure...you're not having a concussion or whatever."

Like a drunkard being poured cold water, Kaiser realized that you two were not the only people in the field, and that many eyes were watching. So, he retracted his arms and turned around, trying his best to hide the confusing mixture of worry and self-disappointment as he walked back to the field.

"Are you sure you're okay, Y/n-chan?" Isagi asked as he sat beside you, Kurona sitting on your other side ontop of the clinic bed as some of the Bastard Munchen players stood infront of you, also wanting to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This is nothing."

"If you say so, but if you feel dizzy or just if anything is wrong, tell us immediately." Yukimiya said he held the ice pack to where the ball hit, while you wiped the excess blood from your nose.

"Yeah, yeah! Its bad to hold back what you're feeling." Kurona added, while Hiori was just quiet as he gave you your stuff, placing it on the desk beside the bed.

Meanwhile, Kaiser and Ness also stood beside you, Ness, along the worried ones as he patted your head softly, hopeful that it might help in some way, shape or form. Meanwhile, Kaiser and Isagi were already starting to argue, Isagi telling Kaiser to becareful next time and Kaiser being on the defensive as the two threw roast upon roast against each other.

"Your blindass is so rich, you can't even buy sports glasses? Even Yukimiya is responsible enough to do that!"

"Oh, please. I'm blind? You're fucking senseless."

The rest of players, well except for Ness who was fully supporting and backing up Kaiser, just watched with done and dotted eyes.

"Jesus, they never shut up, huh?" Hiori rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Theyre too, too intense sometimes." Kurona added as finally, Yukimiya sighed and gave his polite smile.

"I think thats enough for today, you two. Y/n-chan needs her peace and quiet to recover."

ADDITIONAL TIME!

BARCHA

"Bachira!! We can't!!" Kitsunezato said as he tried to stop the said striker from walking out.

"Yeah, you know that Lavinho-san won't like it." Hayate added, but Bachira was far from listening.

"NO! I need to see if Y/n-chan's okay!! I'll beat that German up the next time I see him!!"

"Please, don't- C'mon Otoya! Help us out here!" But, unfortunately for them, Otoya was somewhat agreeing to what the brown and blonde haired striker was saying and Kitsunezato sensing this, immediately prayed to whatever god there was, and even better plead to Otoya, himself.

"Oh god, please don't! We have enough with Bachira here! It was an accident!"

"But there is no accident when it comes to Y/n-chan being hurt!!" Bachira fought back.

"I agree-"

"Shut the hell up, Otoya!"

MANSHINE CITY

"WHAT?! Is she okay?!" Reo panicked when he heard the news.

"I swear, its always those from Bastard. What the hell is even happening in that stratum?" Chigiri said with annoyance and worry. Why does chaos always happen in that stratum he wondered.

"Y/n-chan...is she better now?" Nagi, commented from his bed, eyes abnormally wide, like a cat roused from its sleep by a predator.

"Yeah, I heard she's fine. She didn't have any serious concussion anything, which is lucky for all of us! She just needs to rest earlier today, but she will still be able to do her duties tomorrow!" The red-haired said, repeating what he heard from Isagi.

"Good. I kind of feel bad but happy at the same time. I want her to rest, but at the same time I want her to keep working so we can see her again tomorrow." Reo admitted, his back plopping on his bed, purple eyes looking up at the ceiling lights.

"I don't want Y/n-chan to be replaced as our manager, ever..."

"I don't think anyone in here wants that to happen at all, Nagi."

UBERS

"I should've kicked a ball straight to that Kaiser's face when I had the chance."

"That is a red card, Barou, but I don't even think I would stop you. Go wild." Niko sighed. The Ubers players just heard of the news and most of them were not happu with what they heard.

"Poor Y/n-chan, that has to hurt. I remember the first time I got hit on the face, and I'm a defender so I'm used to that! But she isn't even a player." Oliver said, cringing at the thought of being hit by a ball, much less from someone of Kaiser's calibre.

"Damn straight! And those useless peasants couldn't even protect her from those guys. Those damn donkeys." Barou said, his mind towards a specific raven-haired striker that he knew was not only his main rival, but also the main rival of Kaiser and hence why, he believed he was the most responsible for you not managing to avoid the ball in time.

PXG

"Charles! We're training that new move we're planning to make it better and make it hurt for our match with those Germans!" Shidou said, clearly pissed off at the news. The French midfielder only nodded his head, cheering along with the pink-haired striker.

"Fucking lukewarms, you should do it secretly not infront of the many cameras around this damned facility." Rin rolled his eyes, even he wasn't impressed when he heard that you got injured, much less bleeding!

"For the first time, you didn't say anything dumb, Rin-rin. You heard him Charles! We're going to meet up with that German bastard!"

"Yay! Yay! We're gonna avenge Y/n!"

But unfortunately for them, and fortunately for everyone else, Karasu was there to stop the two, holding the scruff of their uniforms immediately.

"Now, now. As much as I also want to square up on that guy, we can't go monster against his ass or do you wanna be electrocuted again, Shidou?"

The blonde and pink haired striker blinked at that and finally shrugged.

"We'll just have to beat them in the upcoming games. So, ya'll better train hard." Karasu said with finality as he headed to his room with the other Blue Lock players, and that idea did not sound bad at all in Rin, Shidou and even Charles' ears.

I hope you guys liked this one! This was supposed to be fun but it turned into some sort of twisted Kaiser angst piece lolol

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 13

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: !!!Explicit!!!

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Sexual Content

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

Word Count: 2,697 of 34,907

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The cabin is just as small inside as it looks outside, if not smaller. Whatever poor hunter owns this lodge has seen fit to only furnish it with a small, hard-looking bed, a burnished black cookstove, a chamberpot, and a straight-back wooden chair. Pelts of past kills litter the floor in front of the fireplace, different hues of fur making a motley. One of them has strayed to the bedside, a makeshift rug for cold feet on a frozen morning. I don't notice any of it at first as we fumble our way into the cabin, my lips pressed against the Wizard’s in a kiss, eager to get warm.

While the shack provides shelter from the wind, it is just as freezing inside as it is without. I break from the kiss, gasping for air.

"It's cold," I whisper. Our breath steams the air between us.

"Yeah," he says. "Yes, yes... I can fix that." He breaks from the embrace and we make our first assessment of the cabin. Amidst our bad luck, it seems serendipitous that there is already cut wood by the fireplace and matches on the mantle. Up here, one didn't rely on someone else to chop their wood and ship it in. The cabin's owner probably had the foresight to keep some stocked to save labor after a hard and cold hunt. The Wizard tosses some on the fireplace grate and I come over to rearrange the logs.

"It's better this way," I say as I stuff some kindling in between the rough wood.

"I've built fires before," he objects, grabbing the matches for me.

"Yeah?" I say. The match strikes easily and I hold it to the kindling until it catches.

"When I was younger," he says, "traveling with the fair. The little kids... they'd make us go pick up sticks and branches from nearby woods… or dry corn husks if there were no woods."

I get up from my crouched position, satisfied that the kindling is now catching some of the larger pieces. "When was that?" I ask. "The dark ages?"

He chuckles at that but takes me in his arms. “C’mere,” he says. His hands already feel warmer from the fire. One grips my jaw as he bends down to kiss me. There is a pleasant hunger to the kiss – a hunger that had been simmering for the past month, waiting for me to come and feed it – one that I hadn't noticed before. My own warming hands slide up and around his neck – or at least the one good hand I had. He gets the message, scooping me off the floor so I can wrap my legs around him. If Esmet or Emily had caught us like this, what kind of scandal would it have caused? I can picture them there, in the doorway of the Wizard’s bedroom, mouths agape, having the misfortunate timing to come in and tidy something that could have been left for later.

"You taste so good," he says between kisses. "Do you know that?" His kisses stray from my lips, up my jaw, and down to my neck. I gasp as he sucks gently on a tender spot of skin that makes me aware of how my core was pressed against his hips.

"Fuck," I whisper.

He groans as he brings his face back to mine. There is a hint of laughter in his voice as he says, "Yes, I am trying to get to that." He kisses me again. "If that's alright with you? Don't want to get slapped again."

The memory of him lying in the snow ready to give up and die almost seems funny now as the fireplace is heating us through. Even the Lynx that tried to kill me lying dead outside has me laughing. "You didn't like it?" I tease, caressing the cheek where I had smacked him. A smile spreads across my lips.

"Why don't I show you what I do like?" he says, giving me a quick peck.

"Okay."

He lowers us to the animal-pelt-covered floor, carefully laying me beneath him. In the glow of the firelight, I see how his carefully styled hair has become a mess from the wind and snow and all the awful events of today. What once had been styled to perfection – a bit of the Emerald City that had never left him – was now returning to its natural texture with white strands stuck to his temple from melted snow, pieces in disarray like a wild animal. The fire lights the amber of his tiger eyes and warm skin as he pushes my snow-damp skirt up to reveal the cold flesh of thighs and legs. He removes his overcoat, keeping the predatory look on me as he shrugs out of it, less weighed down. I do the same, glad that the flames are there to replace the warmth.

His hands hook around the tops of my thighs, dragging me closer. Even after jumping from a moving train and walking a mile in the snow, he is still able to drag and move me as if I were a rag doll. The thought causes me to press my thighs together, but he quickly pulls them back apart. His fingertips skim up my legs and hook into the hem of my underwear. He pulls them off with quick jerks under my hips and down my legs. They vanish into the darkness of the cabin near the bed where he throws them.

I press my thighs back together again. There is a warning look of frustration in his eyes as he forces them apart again, splaying palms that cover the entire inside of my thighs and pressing down into the soft fur of the pelts. His head ducks below the folds of my pushed-up skirt and I yelp at the shock of lips and tongue that places a sharp kiss against my sex. The sensation is foreign as he licks and kisses and bites, obscured by the pile of skirts on my stomach, every move a surprise. I want to squirm away, thinking how lewd I must look naked before his eyes, but he presses harder, creeping his hands up until my hips can't even leave the floor.

"Your Wonderfulness," I breathe. I squeal as he latches onto my clit, letting his tongue flicker over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Obscenities flow freely from my mouth as I endure the torture, my hips locked under an iron grip. With each flick of his tongue I can feel myself becoming wetter, whether from his mouth or my arousal, I cannot tell. He pulls away from his onslaught to lap at the fresh nectar of his work and I moan, begging for the cruelty of his tongue against my clit again. He’s unresponsive to my pleas, taking his time to penetrate and tease in ways that won't satisfy.

I lay there groaning, writhing my upper body and gripping handfuls of fur, begging him as he wracks pleasure from me. It is pleasurable, yes, but it never gets me close enough to coming. What he likes most seems to be the way that I cry and thrash under his tongue and teeth and eventually, fingers. Sweet Oz, those fingers. They're so much thicker than they look. It only takes two of his to stretch me to the fullness that three of mine would. I think I might be able to endure it if it was just his fingers filling me up, but he takes sadistic pleasure in letting his mouth continue to work on the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers press so far into me, taking their time to caress as if in no particular hurry.

"Your Wonderfulness," I groan.

He surfaces for air, his fingers still dragging lazily within me. "Just, Oscar, doll."

Blood rushes to my cheeks as I try out the inappropriately familiar name. "Oscar," I breathe.

"There's a good girl," he grins. "Was there something you needed?"

"Please," I beg him.

"Hmm?" he asks. "Please what? I am trying here… to please." His fingers crook up fluttering rapidly into a sensitive spot that makes me cry. They stop just as soon as they start, going back to sliding in and out languorously. Oh! I could smack him again just for that!

"I need more," I say.

"Yes? More like this?" his thumb teases against my clit with the two fingers anchored against the pleasurable point within me. "Or more?" His hand stops just when I think that I'm close to the tension building.

"Fuck! Yes! All of it!" I whine. "I need to come! I want to come!"

"You’re really needy, you know that?" He sighs. "And what about me? What do I get out of it?"

"Oscar, please. Please fuck me." I'm starting to think that he's going to get up from the furs altogether and leave me aching with need, but those words set something off in him.

His eyes go cold, and he straightens himself into a kneeling position. Belt is undone, followed by pants, none of them tossed aside to preserve body heat. When he pulls his cock free I can feel my stomach drop just looking at the size of it. He strokes it once and then twice, covering it in my juices from his fingers, and then pulls me beneath him.

There must be a glint of fear in my eyes because he shushes me, saying, "Hey… We'll go slow. I'm not going to hurt you." With one arm propped up, he uses the other to guide the tip, pressing it against my entrance. It's big enough that with the first push of pressure, nothing happens. His free hand has to spread me, taking time to play with my clit in between pushing so that the pain doesn't become too much. It still stings, and I can feel every vein and inch of him as he slides deeper and deeper. True to his word, he goes slow, and after what feels like an eternity, I groan as the head of his cock nestles behind my cervix, bottoming out within me.

He kisses me, letting us rest in the burning stretch as I feel myself clench around him, desperate to regain any ounce of comfort. "You're doing so good," he whispers against my lips. "My wonderful, wonderful girl." He rocks his hips against me to test the depth. "You are so tight, I could just-" his right arm hooks under my knee, pressing my knee to my arm. Like magic, I feel him slip even deeper into me.

"Oscar!" I gasp. He pulls out just enough to give a shallow thrust and as he bottoms out again. I can feel it in my stomach, a sort of sickly but delicious feeling of being stretched and claimed so thoroughly.

His rhythm is gentle at first, allowing me to get used to the feeling of being torn open again and again. I wrap my good hand behind his neck, pulling him in to kiss sweetly in return for his gentleness. Biting his lip earns me a harder thrust and a moan as he presses my left leg up to my chest. Our tongues mingle as he picks up speed, muffling my cries caused by the way his hips are now snapping into me.

"I should have fucked you the day I lost my cufflinks," he says, his voice uneven from the effort. "Thought about it. You... You would have looked so pretty on my bed, bent over for me."

I moan at that, picturing one of his large hands tangled in my braids while mine twisted and ruined his fresh mint sheets. The way that I’m wailing now, I can only imagine he would have had to cover my mouth to stop half the palace from hearing us.

He dips his head to nip and suck at my collarbone and I can't help but to yelp as he picks up speed. "Or on the dance floor. Should have taught Fiyero a lesson about who you belong to. Had you scream my name." He changes the angle of his hips and every thrust now seems to focus in on the hazy pleasure.

"Oscar!" I cry.

"Yes, doll," he says. "Just like that. You're doing so good. Just for me. Only me."

I can feel the tension within me winding, the lust of being claimed by him only hastening the climax. Him. Only him.

He must feel the way my walls are tightening around his cock, because he slows his pace. His hips angle back and the thread of tension is lost. "Not yet,” he says.

I groan, pleading with him to satisfy the gnawing hunger. He responds by pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up into the air. I try to prop myself up, but the sting in my right wrist collapses me, my collarbone and cheek thumping into the soft fur of a pelt, the fire warming my face. He lines himself up and pushes in making me squeal. It was as if he had started all over again, my pussy as tight as it was when we started in this new position. His grip is firm on my hips as his cock sinks into me again and again, claiming my body. Between the clinking of his belt buckle and the rustle of my crinoline, I can hear the obscene echo of his hips rhythmically meeting mine. The clapping lands thickly on the ears, skin meeting skin down to the bone, so deep that I am being stretched beyond what I thought was possible.

He lets go of one of my hips, wrapping his hand around my throat to bring me upright. His lips crush against my ear, mustache prickling the sensitive skin, and I can hear his breath coming ragged. "I'd do this every night... Make you mine... Is that what you want? To be my wonderful girl and take this cock?" The change in angle has him hitting the spot within me that makes my vision go spotty, the tightness nearly unbearable.

"Yes," I gasp. "Yes... Fuck. I want to be your wonderful girl, Oscar. Please..."

As if reading my mind the hand that was on my hip travels down the crease of my thigh until it finds my clit, swollen and wet. He presses lightly on it, careful not to overdo it and I feel so close to the precipice. "Beg," he says.

"Please, Oscar. Please, Please, I've been a good girl."

He angles my head to the side, crushing my lips into a kiss as he circles the swollen bundle of nerves with his fingertip. The band within me snaps and waves of pleasure breaks over me. If it weren't for the fact that he is holding me up by the throat, I would have collapsed from the way my legs are shaking. His thrusts falter and soon I can feel the warmth of his seed spilling into me. He pushes into me a few more times, fucking his spend deeper, and then we both topple onto the furs, his chest pressed against my back.

"Christ..." he pants. "Fuck... God, you're beautiful." He kisses my neck, struggling to breathe between each one.

I cling to his arm that is holding me to him with my good hand, savoring the tight embrace that I had so long denied myself. "I'm sorry I slapped you," I say.

"No... No... That's okay. If I’d known you wanted to do this… Well, I would have gotten out of the snow sooner," he laughs.

I place a kiss on his wrist as a thank you and then turn in his arms to face him, pushing him so that he lays down on the pelts. Resting my head against his chest, I say, "We're going to have to find some way to get out of here."

I can hear the lullaby of his heartbeat and the rumble in his chest as he shushes me and says, "That's a tomorrow problem, sweetheart… And I still need to fuck you a few more times before we leave."

[ice-man-goes-bwoah]

Not in this life time|| Mafia!ex!Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary—You had been looking over your shoulder since the day you left Lando. When you first met him, he was the sweetest man you’d ever known. He had a way of making you feel like the only woman in the world, the center of his universe. But the man you fell in love with wasn’t the man you came to fear. The sweetness had been a mask, hiding something far darker.

Word count — 2534

A/n this is a repost from my old blog that was requested by an anonymous person (I hope you are around) also no part twos!

You had been looking over your shoulder since the day you left your ex, Lando. When you first met him, he was the sweetest guy you’d ever dated. He made you feel special, like the only girl in the world, the only one for him. Oh, how right you were.

Your nails tapped against the glass of the counter in the pawnshop, drawing the attention of the shopkeeper. He was quick to notice which gun you were gesturing towards.

"Now, what would a young thing like yourself be doing with a gun like this?" he asked, pulling out the Taurus 380 ACP revolver. It was small enough to be easily concealed and go unnoticed.

“Call me paranoid and desperate,” you responded, unamused and ready to get out of the dingy pawn shop.

“That’s a dangerous combination. Who has got you this paranoid and desperate enough to buy a gun?” he asked, setting the revolver on the counter before grabbing a box of bullets.. The man’s eyes take in your appearance. You had dark purple bags under your eyes from not being able to sleep. He also noticed how you jumped at the smallest noises with wide eyes and how exhausted you sounded.

“Nobody I want to see again in this lifetime,” you replied.

“That’s understandable. I feel the same way about my ex-wife, she's a real piece of work suing me for everything I own” the man said, chuckling at his joke.

As you waited for him to finish bagging up the gun and the bullets, you felt a chill run down your spine. Maybe you were paranoid, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Every rustle and jingle of the bells on the shop’s front door had you jumping in your skin.

When the guy handed you the bag, he gave you a concerned look.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You tried to brush it off with a laugh and a quick “I’m fine,” but even you could hear the shakiness in your voice.

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you to your car?” the guy asked, obviously not believing you.

You hesitated for a moment. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea. Maybe you were just being paranoid.

“Yeah… Yeah, that might not be a bad idea.”

The guy nodded in understanding, stepping out from behind the counter and walking towards the door.

“Let’s get you to your car. You seem on edge,” he said, holding the door open for you.

As you stepped out into the twilight, the shadows seemed to stretch and bend, making your skin crawl. You kept glancing around, trying to see if anyone was following you.

The guy hovered nearby, noticing your nervousness. “You’re shaking like a leaf,” he remarked. “You okay you look really pale like you're going to be sick any second now?”

You forced what you hoped was a believable smile. “Yeah… Fine. Just a little jumpy, that’s all.”

The guy raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t press the issue. He simply stood there, waiting for you to unlock your car. Eventually, you managed to get the key in the lock and opened the door. As you climbed into the driver’s seat, your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it pounding in your ears.

The guy gave you a small wave. “You sure you’re going to be alright on your own?” he asked, concern etched on his face. “Yeah, I’ll be careful. Thanks again,” you said, the words barely more than a whisper. As the guy walked back towards the pawn shop, you closed your door and sat there for a moment, trying to collect yourself.

Lando sat in his office, his expression dark and brooding. He was surrounded by the trappings of wealth - the expensive furniture, the art on the walls, the panoramic view of the city. But none of it brought him any joy. Not without you. He needed you. He wanted you.

The phone rang on his desk, interrupting his brooding. He picked it up, listening intently as the man spoke.

“She’s on her way home Boss”

“Good,” Lando replied as he hung up the phone, his mind already planning his next move. He stood up, straightening his tie and adjusting his jacket. He looked like the epitome of a wealthy businessman, but there was a dangerous glint in his eye.

He walked out of his office, giving his staff a quick order to hold his calls. He didn’t want anything interfering with his plans for you. Lando got into his car, the engine roaring to life as he pressed the gas pedal. He navigated through the city streets, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only - you.

He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, the anticipation building with every mile that brought him closer to you. He could almost taste victory. As Lando drove, his mind began to play out scenarios of what he would do when he saw you again. He could imagine the fear in your eyes, the shock on your face as he showed up unannounced. He could picture the way you would tremble in his presence, the way you would try to run, but he would never let you escape. Not this time. Not again he wouldn’t let that happen a second time.

He could feel his heart rate increasing as he got closer to your place. The thrill of the hunt was exhilarating. He knew you would try to fight him, screaming, punching,slapping and kicking you weren’t good at it. Fighting, but he also knew how to control you. He had done it before, he would do it again.

As he finally arrived outside your place, he parked his car and got out, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of you. He saw your car parked out front and a smile crept across his face. You were already home. He walked up to the front door, his footsteps silent and stealthy. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small lock pick, easily unlocking the door in seconds.

He stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him. He was inside your home, and you were his prey.

Lando looked around the place, noting the lack of security cameras and alarm system. He chuckled softly to himself. As if those things could keep him from what he wanted.

He took a deep breath, taking in the familiar scent of your perfume. It was intoxicating, bringing back memories that made his heart ache.

Lando could hear the shower running. A sly smile played at the corners of Lando's mouth. You were vulnerable, naked, and exposed in the shower. It would be so easy to take advantage of the situation.

He toyed with the idea of barging in and seizing you, but that would have been too predictable. Instead, he pivoted on his heel and retreated to the living room, taking a seat in the dimly lit corner. Nestled in the chair, Lando blended into the shadows, becoming virtually invisible. This was more fun. He bided his time with the patience of a predator on the prowl. He could still hear the shower running, and the knowledge that you were just on the other side of that door, naked and defenseless, made his pulse quicken. He sat there, patient and still, waiting for you to come out.

He knew it was only a matter of time before you finished your shower and emerged from the bedroom. The anticipation was a delicious torment, each passing moment bringing him closer to what he desired most.

Once dressed you walked out of your bedroom to get some food. The revolver fits easily into the pocket of your sweatpants. It brought some comfort to ease your mind but it wasn’t enough. Every creak of the floorboards made you jumpy,every time you heard one of your neighbors slam the car door it made your anxiety skyrocket. It wasn’t fair that you had to live in fear every day for months because of him. Because of Lando. The thought of him showing up back in your life had you very cautious about every phone call,text and knock at your door. You didn’t go out anymore with friends or family you couldn’t not with the thought that one of Lando’s lackeys might see and tell him where you were. Deep down inside you knew he had someone watching you; it was naive to think otherwise.

As you walked into the kitchen, Lando's eyes followed you, his gaze like a hawk watching its prey. He could see the faint outline of the revolver in your pocket,it wasn’t that hard to not notice it after all he was trained to notice these things since he was a kid. The revolver had a little weight not much but enough to cause your sweatpants to sag on one side and it made him smile. You were trying to protect yourself, but it was useless against him.

He watched you move around the kitchen, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body. He knew every inch of you like the back of his hand. Lando was tired and growing very impatient. How can someone be so paranoid and so unaware of their surroundings?

Lando, who was sitting in the shadows,grew tired of watching and waiting leaning over as he pulled on the chain of the lamp, light to reveal him from the darkness. His intense gaze was upon you. His expression sent a shiver of fear down your spine, freezing you in place at the sound of the lamp clicking on. you couldn’t move or run away even if you wanted to not with this paralyzing fear that hit you.

"Hello, sweetheart, did You think this is over?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.

His gaze traveled over your body, taking in every detail you were wearing white socks with gray sweatpants and a plain t-shirt. Your hair was still wet and looked like you were going to cry any second now and you couldn’t stop shaking with fear. He smiled and pointed to the revolver in your pocket "Trying to protect yourself, are you?" He asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How cute although it won’t help you.”

He stood up slowly, his movements graceful and catlike. He walked towards you, closing the distance between you with each step.

"That little toy won't save you, you know," he said, nodding towards the revolver in your pocket. "You're still mine. You'll always be mine."

He was now standing directly in front of you, his body mere inches away from yours. He reached out and stroked your cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw, his touch possessive and intimate.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, visibly shaking your hand slowly inching closer inside your pocket all you needed was an opening. Lando chuckled softly, his eyes flickering with amusement. "What do you think I'm doing here, my love? I came to remind you who you belong to." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You can try to run, you can try to hide, but I'll always find you. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go."

He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His body was pressed against yours, his touch possessive and unyielding.

“You won’t be needing this,” Lando says, snatching the revolver out of your pocket and placing it on the table. Your heart sank when he took away the only thing that seemed to ease your mind.

"Do you remember what we used to be like, sweetheart?" He whispered, his lips brushing against your skin. "We were so good together. So perfect. I don't understand why you thought you could leave me."

“Because you’re psychotic Lando now let go of me,” you said trying to push him away from you. Lando's grip on you tightened, his expression hardening as you tried to push him away. "Tsk tsk tsk," he scolded, his voice filled with false sweetness. "Is that any way to speak to your lover?"

"You forget, my beautiful, I'm the one in control here. You don't get to tell me what to do, you don’t get to make orders around here like I do." He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You belong to me, darling," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Whether you like it or not, you're mine. And I won't let you leave me again."

He paused for a moment, his gaze running over your face. "You thought you could get away from me, didn't you? That you could start a new life, pretend like I never existed. How foolish." He tightened his grip on your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. He chuckled softly, his lips curving into a mocking smile. "But I know you better than anyone. I know your every weakness, your every fear. I know how to make you shiver. I know how to make your heart race."

His fingers trailed down your neck, tracing the pulse point at your throat. "Your heart is beating so fast right now," he whispered. "I can feel it. You're scared of me, aren't you?"

"Good. You should be scared of me. You should be terrified of what I’m capable of. I'm not going to let you go. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you with me."

His eyes darkened with possessive anger. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice dropping down to a growl. "You're mine to protect, mine to love, mine to control. No one else is ever going to have you. Do you understand me?"

He released your chin, his fingers moving to your hair, tangling in the strands and pulling tight. He pulled your head back, forcing your face up towards him. "Answer me," he demanded, his face mere inches from yours. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your head spinning with terror. His grip on your hair was painful, but you didn’t dare try to resist him. You knew what he was capable of. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand."

A satisfied smile spread across Lando’s face as he heard you speak. "Good," he purred, his grip on your hair loosening slightly. "I knew you would see reason eventually, sweetheart. You’re smarter than you look."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But let me make one thing clear," he said, his voice dripping with menace. "If you ever try to leave me again, I won’t be so forgiving next time. You’ll regret it for the rest of your miserable life. Do I make myself clear?"

“Yes Lando, you made yourself clear I understand”

Lando smirked, clearly pleased with your response. "Good girl," he crooned, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "That’s what I wanted to hear."

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[another-lost-mc]

NAUGHTY OR MICE

FEATURING: Barbatos with Diavolo, Solomon and the Little Ds

SUMMARY: Barbatos feels pressure during the holiday season and takes it out on everyone else. With help from a certain meddling sorcerer, the Little Ds find a creative way to get some payback.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Holiday humor and shenanigans. Barbatos-centric POV while Solomon and the Little Ds take advantage of Barbatos' fear of rats. Diavolo just wants everyone to embrace the holidays (with mixed results). The opening poem is taken in part from A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clark Moore. 1.9k words

A/N: This is a gift fic for Anima as part of the @obeymeholidayexchange! I'm finally getting around to posting it outside the Discord server. 👀

‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse –  It turns out that seven little demons have changed their shape, Magically disguised as the rodents you hate. Turn that frown upside down And indulge in some holiday cheer; Or else, you may find your steps haunted By a swarm of furry menaces you fear. It’s the season to be festive and merry So my dear Barbatos, consider this warning: Seven feisty rats will haunt your steps Until they wake at dawn on Christmas morning.

Barbatos stares at the paper in his hands, his expression flickering from confusion to annoyance to abject horror. Solomon’s familiar penmanship, scrawled across a piece of torn parchment, was left on the kitchen counter exactly where the butler would find it. Unsurprisingly, it was left in the same room Barbatos found him in earlier that day, standing at the stove and shaking an unfamiliar bottle of spice into what was supposed to be tonight’s stew dinner. Solomon was still clutching the wooden spoon, dripping liquid that had turned a nauseating shade of orange, and protesting Barbatos’ rough treatment as he was led by the arm through the castle towards the front door. He trusted that Solomon could find his own way out and cause mischief somewhere else, and he left the sorcerer alone in the entrance hall with a sticky-and-stained apron and a childish pout on his face.

The Christmas poem-turned-riddle is utterly ridiculous, and yet Barbatos is glad no one can see his shoulders tremble or the way his eyes dart around the room nervously as if he expects a small army of rats to launch at him in a flurry of whiskers and tails and needle-sharp teeth.

It wouldn’t be the first time Solomon has used magic to cause mischief, and apparently he felt emboldened to enlist the help of the Little Ds behind Barbatos’ back. He knows the lesser demons better than almost anyone else. They’re helpful and infuriating and charming and chaotic, each of them brimming with energy - the perfect embodiments of the sins they represent. 

Normally their tricks and disobedience are mild annoyances, but as Barbatos pushes open the kitchen doors and peers into the hallway, scanning the floors for any signs of those familiar-shaped pests he loathes so much, he wonders if there’s some truth to the accusations laid out in Solomon’s poem.

Every holiday is cause to celebrate in the Devildom, but this year, Barbatos feels more pressure than usual to ensure that everything is perfect. The demon lords, the other realms and the exchange students representing them - he feels their eyes on his lord keenly, searching for any sign of imperfection, of weakness. He would do anything to ensure its success so that the Devildom, and his lord Diavolo, are given the praise and respect deserved.

There’s a series of small scritches against wood nearby, the nearly-silent pitter patter of tiny feet on the carpet runners that cover the hallway floor, followed by high-pitched chittering with the familiar cadence of the Little Ds’ mischievous giggles. Barbatos can feel eyes on him as he lifts his head high and stares ahead despite the urge to search high and low for those little pests. The castle is ancient and despite its updates and repairs over time, it’s full of nooks and crannies and hidden passageways - the Little D’s know most of them nearly as well as he does.

Would they spy on him, wedged between gaps in old, wooden baseboards that line the old stone walls?

Would they climb up and peer at him the shoulders of decorative suits of armor or the twisted figures carved from marble that line the halls?

It’s a small miracle he manages to get anything done at all. His messages to Solomon have gone ignored, his attempts at calling him ringing endlessly. He manages to salvage his lord’s dinner (after disposing of the awful stew Solomon tampered with). It seems that the Little Ds offered him a small mercy by avoiding the kitchen - the sight of a rat in the heart of the castle would surely send Barbatos into an early grave - but everywhere else he goes, he sees dark shapes in the corner of his vision.

His young master must surely know what Solomon has done by now, but as Diavolo eats his dinner in silence, sympathy and smugness at war in his gaze, he only offers Barbatos a good night and the hope that everyone will be in better spirits tomorrow.

By the time Barbatos reaches his bed chambers, he’s twitchy with anxiety. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on his brow and inside his supple leather gloves. For once, he’s sure he looks exactly how he feels: frustrated, unbalanced and disheveled.

Judging by the high-pitched squeaks that followed him here, this is exactly the sort of entertainment the Little Ds hoped to gain from this ridiculous farce.

He strips as quickly as he can and throws his dirty clothes carelessly into the hamper. He snuffs out the wall sconces that light his room as the levels of twisting staircases throw harsh, angular shadows across the walls and floor. Part of him wonders if it’s better to leave his room brightly lit, reducing the places they can hide. Another part of him wonders if darkness would be worse, where he won’t know for certain if each shifting shadows is simply a trick of the light or a foul demon-in-disguise rodent scurrying about in the dark. The room feels suffocating and his private sanctuary is disturbed by the unfamiliar presence of seven little troublemakers that seem to think this is sufficient punishment for his earlier behaviour.

But maybe, he reluctantly thinks, they have a point.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have scolded his young master earlier when he disappeared from his office without a word. Barbatos frowned at the stack of neglected paperwork and set off immediately to find his wayward lord. He eventually found Diavolo in one of the parlors, Number 3 and Number 7 dozing in his lap while he read them holiday story books from the human world. Lord Diavolo’s accusations that he was a “heartless Evengeezer Snooze” fell on deaf ears, and Barbatos ignored his young master’s complaints (and the whiny cries of the Little Ds that toppled unceremoniously from his lap) as he grudgingly returned to his office where his duties awaited him.

Perhaps he shouldn’t have thrown Solomon from the kitchen even if he was a culinary disaster in the marking, and perhaps he shouldn’t have thrown Number 6 from the kitchen after that. (Barbatos couldn’t fathom how hungry the little demon was, who was slurping Solomon’s stew concoction straight from the pot as if he would waste away without it.)

Perhaps he shouldn’t have accused Number 2 of attempting to steal the tree ornaments painted with flaky gold leaf and encrusted with sparkling gems. He asked Number 5 to keep an eye on things, but as Number 2 attempted to float away with an armful of priceless heirlooms, the other lesser demon was too distracted by his own reflection in a large glass bauble dangling off one of the branches. Number 2 fled the room with a shrill little scream as Number 5 followed, drifting away from the tree while sniffling sadly and whining it wasn’t his fault.

After separating Number 1 and Number 4 earlier that morning for arguing so fiercely that it nearly started a brawl in the dining room during breakfast, Barbatos could admit he was already at his wit’s end. The overwhelming stress of everything made him more irritable than usual and had clearly taken its toll.

Perhaps, in the spirit of this joyful holiday season, he owes them all a rare apology. His young master and even Solomon, but especially the Little Ds whose help and company he appreciates. He’ll do whatever it takes to reassure them that this sort of punishment won’t be needed ever again; one evening of rat-shaped ghosts haunting him is more than enough for him to learn his lesson.

Things will be better tomorrow, he promises himself desperately. Tonight, a hushed, “I’m sorry,” is all Barbatos can offer anyone that might be listening. He falls asleep not long after, comforted by the silence of his room rather than the squeaks and scratches he has grown to dread, and in the quiet peace marked by the Little Ds’ absence, it almost feels like forgiveness.

It’s early the next morning when Diavolo walks into the dining room where he prefers to take his private meals. Barbatos is nearly finished laying out a small but hearty breakfast. They aren’t expecting guests at the castle until the festive brunch planned for later in the morning, but Barbatos wants to make the most of the peace and quiet while it lasts - after the night he had, he’s grateful for it.

“I see the Little D’s are back to normal,” Diavolo says cheerfully as he takes his seat at the table. Even though Barbatos can easily serve him breakfast without assistance, the lesser demons are helping set the table or observing the butler work while others admire the glittering tree in the corner of the room. 

“I think we’ve all learned a lesson from this,” Barbatos admits with a nod. “Personally, I thought last night was–”

“Fun?” Number 4 pipes up helpfully. Number 6, who’s staring at the tray of food with a hungry gleam, offers a toothy grin in agreement.

“That’s not quite the word I’d use,” Barbatos says slowly, “but it was certainly an experience I won’t soon forget.” He pours Diavolo a fragrant cup of coffee and watches the prince take a sip with a quiet hum. “Although I may speak to Solomon and the sorts of spells he casts on them in the future. It appears that Number 5 hasn’t turned back to normal yet.”

Slowly setting his porcelain cup back on its delicate saucer, Diavolo frowns as he follows Barbatos’ gaze. Underneath the elaborately decorated tree sits a dark grey rat, its face obscured by a large frosted glass bauble, staring at them both with its beady black eyes.

“That’s not Number 5,” Diavolo says slowly as his brows pinch in confusion, glancing uneasily between Barbatos and the grey rodent peering at them curiously from the lower branches of the tree. “It can’t be. I passed him in the hallway on my way here. He was arguing with one of the statues again.”

The warm, joyful ambience of the room shifts into something cold and uncertain as the prince’s words hang heavy in the air with a touch of foreboding apprehension. Barbatos’ body freezes and he suddenly can’t bring himself to look anywhere near that tree.

“But my lord, if it’s not Number 5 under the tree, then who–?”

Squeak!

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[swampstew]

Captain_CumShot - Chapter 3

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Take a seat on the chaise lounge, plug your electronic device in so you can enjoy this multi-chapter, full blown smut story. The Captain is the snack and sadly, I have nothing to offer to soothe the yearning. As always, links to Wattpad and AO3 at the bottom. Enjoy, from your favorite loyal, cabin hoe♥

Summary: The Captain is sponsored for his birthday!

Minors DNI you will be blocked - for adult audiences only.

<new video alert>

Unwrapping/unboxing video

<press play>

“A little birdie whispered into a local sex shop’s ear and that same shop has sent me a sponsorship package for my birthday. I’m touched. Or, I will be. Soon,” Kid’s smirk graced the screen before the camera focus zoomed out to show the chaotic background.

A pile of half wrapped and opened boxes were towering on a pull out table – packing peanuts and tissue paper littered the floor which he kicked away as he stepped beside the display. Grabbing at random, he dangled collars and gags between his thick fingers before repeating the motion in a different box. Cock rings and bullet vibrators made heavy thunking sounds as he let them fall from his hand back to the box.

“There’s honestly so much, I think I’ll try out a few pieces, model a bit and give one or five toys some testing. This is technically also a review video.”

Sinking into steady chair he had pulled out, he sighed as he unbuttoned his black vest and pants.

“Ok, to make it interesting, I’m gonna do random grabs from a giant tub. Hold on.”

The video cut to the next frame, where Kid was unceremoniously dumping products into a 50 gallon tub. A colorful waterfall of silicone, plastic, metals churned around roughly a few times before he was satisfied.

“Let’s get this party started,” he snapped the first item off the top – a collar with a bell. He let out a chuckle, shrugged and buckled it on.

“I’m into pet play – I’m not usually the pet,” he winked at the camera.

Using his metal hand, he plunged it deep into the tub and rummaged for a second, pulling out a set of restraints and clamps.

“Sure, whatever,” he snorted, cuffing his flesh hand but leaving it dangling. He let out a quiet grunt as he clamped his nipples, the fine metal connecting the twin clamps allowed him to adjust the tension.

Letting out a shivered growl, “I can’t put all these on, maybe I’ll save some for future vids.

Dipping another hand into the tub, he hummed in surprise when he saw the sleeve. It was a silicon model of lips, a self-masturbation toy. The mouth was partially opened and it had a set of top row teeth that appeared stiffer to the touch as Kid’s fingers played with the trim.

“Pray I pull some lube next,” he laughed, scooping his metal hand once more. This time, he came away with multiple items. The lubricant, a ball gag, and an anal plug.

“I’d ask if God was there but I’m pretty sure this is the work of darker forces,” he almost cackled, face crinkled in entertainment.

Sticking by his promise, Kid poured the water-based compound in his hands and rubbed his fingers against his palm to warm it up. He smeared the lube generously around the plug, yanked his pants off, and turned so the camera would see his side profile. So his viewers could watch him slightly bend and work the toy in his ass.

“Want proof?” he barked and turned so his backside was exposed, and nestled between his enormous, sculpted glutes was the top of the plug. It had gone in swiftly.

Shrugging, “Surprised I’m a whore? You must be new here.”

Standing, Kid poured the lube into the mouth cock sleeve and rimmed the lips, teeth, and chin with the leftover sleek. Taking the side profile again, he teased his bulbous head with the top row of teeth, sliding it over the ridge of his tip. He slowly dipped into the sleeve without giving much reaction, at least not until he was fully sheathed.

“The inside feels nice, but its kinda firm and strict to move through.”

He powered through, partially closing his eyes as he uncovered himself and started pumping the sleeve up and down his girth, attempting to wear it in some. He found a good rhythm for a while before moving on.

“I dunno, maybe a heated lube or a warm wash to make the material more accommodating. The teeth felt nice though, realistic and kinda cute.”

Kid kissed the messy hole and tongued it lewdly, “How wet or hard did that just make you?” Laughing, he set the toy aside and returned to the tub.

The next gift set was pack of lingerie sets, one in red and the other in a deep wine color.

“Nice. Red’s always been my color,” he smiled, tearing the silk from the package. He let the material run against his skin teasingly before formally putting the thong on, snapping the rear line against the plug base. “Ok last grab, I’m use both hands.”

Behind the tub, Kid dramatically leaned over and plunged both arms elbows deep as he shuffled through items like a drag line wading along the sea’s bottom. With a triumphant grin, he yanked backwards and hauled a cellophane wrapped package.

“No. Fucking. WAY!” he shouted in excitement as he tore the plastic with his teeth. “The Mega Milker Masturbator,” he crowed as he held out the sex doll.

It was only half a doll, just the bubbly butt and with realistic looking skin and inviting holes. Holding it in one hand, he slapped the ass and it jiggled and trembled in place. He firmly gripped the fleshy material and dug his fingertips in. The doll sunk with the lightest amount of pressure. Kid was so pleased he let out a mewl.

“I’ve seen the ads but damn never thought about getting it for myself. Shiiiitt.” He whistled. As he described the specs and features, he slowly pumped his cock and lubed the orifices.

“Let’s see how well—” he paused, then a look came over his face. Stepping away, he came back with the wine colored lingerie and prepped the doll.

Sweeping the table with his arm, he stuck the doll down and moved the camera stand to have a better angle. He picked up the small control that was wired to the bubbly flesh, turning it on and a quiet motor made the doll shake and bounce with impressive speed settings as Kid flipped through them.

“I’ll try and leave a cum shot but this is The Mega Milker model – this might just become a straight cream pie vid. Shit, did you see my cock throb at that? Yeah, gonna give you an extra special dessert, since its my birthday and all.”

Making more adjustments, the edge of a microphone was placed beside the camera – to enhance the output.

“Happy birthday to me,” he tossed his head back as he sunk he erection all the way inside the doll. Gasping in pleasure as he switched the vibrations on and the hairs on his pelvis began to visibly tremble from the force.

“Oh fuck,” he cried before pulling out all the way, slapping the silicone material cheeks and sinking back in. The table legs scraped against the floor as he fucking into the doll. Pussy to ass over and over, his grunts becoming louder as he treated himself.

“Fuuuuccckkk me the vibrations are strong, especially if I—” he sighed as his hands squeezed the bubbly ass around his shaft. “Ohhh godsdamn she’s an ANIMAL!” he roared and laughed.

His thrusting grew harsher and the table squealed in protest as his hips banged against the top.

“Here. I. Cuuuummmm,” he moaned, stilling himself for a moment to let his ejaculation wash over him. Not finished, he pulled out and sheathed himself in the doll’s asshole and rutted against the material, wearing the motor down as he pinned it to the table.

With a low groan and head tilt, Kid pulled out and braced his back on the table, legs spread open for the camera and cock flopped on his lower stomach. His core was still shaking and the plug tightened and loosened as he came down.

Holding the doll above him, his semen and the lube trickled out and sprawled over his stomach as he emptied it out.

“I think this is my new favorite toy. I’m gonna name her,” he tilted forward to kiss the creamy pussy lips. Flicked his tongue between the folds and showed the camera his swallow technique.

“Nah nah, it can’t end like this. This toy, that’s not good enough for her. One cumshot, coming up,” he chortled.

Using his own seed to fluff himself, he stuffed his erect cock into the doll once more. He shifted on the table so his feet were planted on the ground and his torso was partially up. Holding the doll as he would a lover in reverse cowgirl, Kid turned the vibration setting to medium speed and began fucking the doll again.

“I’m taking name suggestions in the comments,” he groaned out, stroking himself with the toy. Switching the speed to the highest setting less than a minute later, Kid’s jaw gaped as his entire body tensed.

“Oh my fuuuuck, fuck f….---” he bit his lip and moaned.” The vibrations are making the plug tremble!”

Kid braced himself against the weary table and used all his force to slam the doll down on his cock until the fake flesh was pushing forcefully against his muscles as he fucked impossibly deep into it. Feet splayed and strained, Kid bit down harder as he held the doll, letting the vibrations bounce his cock so hard that the plug was shaking enough to make him feel shocks of pleasure run up his spine.

Letting out a guttural howl, Kid pulled the doll off and held it in front of him, strings of pearly cum shot out of his tip and splattered against the doll’s abused skin. Beading and rolling down the curves as Kid’s body shook from the pleasure.

Setting it down on the table, Kid gently removed the plug from his ass and inserted it into the doll’s ass.

“I’m a man of my word – I tested the fuck outta that doll and it has all the fucking stars a product can and should receive. How much was this worth?! I gotta step up my toy making skills!”

Kid slapped the fake doll’s ass one last time and droplets of cum flew off the jiggling mass before the video ended.

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[mandy-asimp]

Wait ok here's the plot to the story (I bet other people have thought of this is a very generic plot) but I won't ever write it because I just wouldn't want to try and figure out butt stuff😭

Uhh proceed with the warnings that there's corse language, very light smut, some fluff, and then some😚

but it starts when they're in the teachers lounge and Jacob mentions Goldilocks and what not and melissa goes "if a girl broke into my house ate my food and slept in my bed, yeah id eat her ass." Or whatever.

so reader, you, is a fucking comedian or whatever so later that night you do exactly that! You quite literally break into Melissa Schemmenti's house!

And so she wakes up once she registers the smell of her leftovers from dinner, and that woman knows her cooking in one whiff. So you though leave the small eaten plate and dance around her, knowing the lay out from the few times you had been over.

Let me clear here though you guys are friends, not close but comfortable. And with a woman like her you obviously caught feels, hence why your breaking in trying to get her to eat your ass.

This was honestly insane if you asked anyone else, you could've easily told her how you felt but this was another way I guess🤷‍♀️

so after managing to get your way up into her room, you had another number planned inside your honestly brilliantly scheme. You untie your black sneaky coat and think Sabrina Carpenter tour outfits. You're basically in one of those cute pieces or whatever you find on Pinterest to help see the vision (it's what I do for everything).

you then crawl to the middle of her bed and wait patiently for her to finish searching her entire home. And when she does she's shocked to see you in her bed. "Hun, what the fuck?!" She shook her head in disbelief. Who wouldn't, you broke in.

Now you're a bold person in this story. You don't back down easily and you get mostly everything you want by your own way. Ava loved you when you mentioned how good you were at it. It's why she hired you, in return you have to do a few things here and there.

Anyways though you look at her and you tell her you wanted to see if she would.

"Would what?"

"Eat the girls ass if she broke in, ate your food, and slept in your bed."

She was dumbfounded in that moment. What the fuck? Was she dreaming? You could see the blankness and decided to fix that. You slipped from the bed, letting her see you in that outfit you chose and so that's when shit clicks.

Y'all are kissin'.

Touchin'.

Basically fuckin'.

And then she does. She eats your ass. And she likes it. And I mean she really likes it. And fuck so do you cus if your reading this knowing it's about butt stuff you gotta either be curious or into it and I guess since I'm writing this a part of me has to be if I'm writing it so actually-

Anyways so you both really fucking like it and it's not until she's fucking you in the ass with a strap. Her fingers reaching around you and fucking you there. Her palm bumping your clit, oooh child you were feeling this. And you guys went for a good minute too like she fucked you like a slut you were for her and same really like same.

So the next morning, she wakes you with soft kisses to your face, completely contrasting the woman she was the night before. "How are you feeling, baby?"

You were confused as to when you went from hun to baby but you assumed it was sometime after you blissed out. "Goldilocks never stood a chance." You groaned, yet your arms slipped around her bare waist and you hurried your head into her chest.

"Well, maybe you'll double think breaking into people's homes."

Your head came back up, "first of all this is the first house I've broken into. I just got lucky the bear was you."

"Yeah, but next time maybe just ring the doorbell instead of making me search my entire home."

"Awfully a lot of complaining for someone who was saying they just couldn't get enough of me last night." You softly laughed under her.

Her eyes narrowed down for a second. "We have work in a few hours. Do you need to go home and get something to wear?" She changed the topic.

"No, as planned I have a bag in my car. I'm very good with making sure things go as planned if you couldn't tell yet." Your lips curled into a cocky smirk.

That morning you both spent together spinning around and getting ready. Passing kisses to bare skin as you left putting on anything more than a bra and underwear till the very end. Neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves. Not after...

To end it, nobody at work had noticed your slight hobble as they were too busy focused on the volunteers.

Another bonus is Deandra had tried to put one single move on you at the end of the day Friday and Melissa had pulled you away almost instantly, throwing the excuse that you had a dinner date to get to together. It ended up being your first date and it's a so forth story😋

[joces-wrld]

⋆♱✮♱⋆ first joint

✩ blurb !

IN WHICH— fratboy! chris teaches tomboy! reader how to roll a joint

| mentions of weed (obviously…?)

"wait wait wait. you're being serious right now?— you've never rolled a joint?? let alone smoked one?!" chris asks, his eyes widening in disbelief. "you are missing out on so much fun!", you roll your eyes slightly, "im training to be a teacher, course i dont do drugs" the man smirks, "wanna learn??"

"i, i dont know-" "oh come onnnnnn miss l/n, be the student for once. its not like you'll be inhaling the actual marijuana, you'll just be assisting me in rolling my joints"

"you owe me for listening to your country bs" he adds after a couple minutes of silence from you, earning a deep sigh

"fine. you can teach me or whatever"

chris smiles ear to ear, excitedly getting up from his bed and rummaging through his weed drawer. course the only thing that excites him is weed you think, shaking your head in amusement

after collecting the 'materials' needed, he plops down on the floor. "cmon" he mumbles, patting the spot next to him. once you're on the floor, he spreads everything out. "ight, lets start with the basics," he says, handing you a small piece of cardboard. "first, we roll this into a filter." you watch intently, mimicking his movements

"like this?" you ask, showing him your rolled filter, what seems like innocent, eyes looking up at him. "perfect," he replies, nodding. he then places the filter at one end of the rolling paper. "now, sprinkle this evenly along the paper."

you carefully follow his instructions, spreading the weed as evenly as possible. chris is quick to guide your hands, long, lanky fingers helping you shape the herb into a cylinder. "now, here's the tricky part, you need to tuck the edge of the paper over the weed and start rolling it away from you."

you take a deep breath, for some reason not wanting to mess up, and do as he instructed, feeling his hands steadying yours. the paper rolls smoothly, making you smile. "good job, now seal it", you lick a glue strip down the paper, pressing it down to seal it. chris grins for the nth time that day, clearly impressed. "awesome job ma, now pack the open end with this" he hands you a pen and you do as he said, twisting the end to close it off

"i did it!!" you exclaim, jumping up in excitement with your hands in the air. the boy chuckles a bit before standing up, grabbing your hand and heading towards his bed. he quickly sit downs on the soft mattress, pulling you down onto his lap

"light it f'me" he mumbles practically against your lips, fishing a lighter from his pocket. he watches as you light the end of the joint on fire. small, delicate, fingers make their way towards his face, placing the object in his mouth

he's quick to inhale the substance, eyes closing in contentment. you silently admire his features, eventually leaning closer to count his faint freckles. you let a small gasp when his eyes open, beautiful, piercing, ocean blue eyes making direct eye contact with you

chris gives you a smirk, blowing out the smoke he inhaled moments before, watching as it hits your blushing face. "w-what the fuck" "could feel ya starin" "oh... 'm sorry" the boy rolls his eyes, pulling you closer and leaning in for a chaste kiss

seconds later, he pulls away, "gonna have you roll all my joints, feels better when you do it" he says before taking another hit

a/n: WHAT IS THAT BOOTY ENDING BRO 😭 i apologize for how short this is, i hope you like it tho!

dividers by @dollywons

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Hey is there any way you could do the reader takes on clients in order to protect Finnick? Like she goes behind his back and begs Snow until she can make everything stop for Finnick and then doesn’t tell him but eventually he finds out.

oh i am CONVINCED that finnick girlies THRIVE off of angst

AND ITS MY JOB TO SUPPLY YOU GUYS SOOOOO

My Angel

HEAVY content warnings: trafficking of victors, implied S/A, cheating accusations, angst

part one. | part two. (not necessary to read, but if you would like some background i would definitely suggest reading these first)

Finnick had noticed that something was off about you. For the past few weeks you'd been more skittish and distant.

At night when you both went to bed, he noticed that you no longer wanted to be held in his arms. In the mornings, instead of waking up next to him with a smile, you woke up with your back facing him, hiding a look of dread on your face. You no longer wanted to to go to the market or to the beach with him, only wanting to go alone.

You refused any sort of intimacy. Anytime he would go to hug you, kiss you, anything, you would flinch. Even with the lightest brush of a hand, you would flinch.

Your trips to the Capitol were more frequent and longer now too, but he didn't worry about that too much because he would always see pictures of you out and about, at interviews, photoshoots— the standard for any Victor.

You were both in the living room, you sitting in your arm chair, reading a book while he sat on the couch, fiddling around with a piece of rope. Silence filled the room.

He had offered for you both to go take a walk on the beach to watch the sunset, but you declined saying you were "tired and wanted to just stay inside for the night."

He watched as you read, he watched all your movements and tried to get a read of your emotions. Then he saw something strange.

But before he could get a better look, you stood up and made your way to the kitchen.

Finnick’s eyes followed you across the room, his gut twisting as his gaze laned on the small, barely-there mark on the side of your neck, he knew he hadn’t left a mark, with the way you'd been acting for the past week he'd be lucky if you let him hug you without you flinching. It was dark and a little red. A hickey. The sight of it made his heart clenched painfully in his chest.

Were you seeing someone else? Were you disgusted at what he told you that you felt the need to be with someone else?

Did you not love him anymore?

"Angel?" He called out softly, but you didn’t turn around. His voice cracked slightly as he repeated it again, louder this time, and you froze.

You turned, realizing what he may have seen, but it was too late. He had already seen it.

"Where did that mark come from?" Finnick’s voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper, but it carried the sharpness of someone who’d just realized something they weren’t ready to face. He couldn’t stop himself from stepping toward you, his feet carrying him across the room like an instinct.

You reached for the collar of your sweater to pull it higher, to hide it. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled.

"It's not nothing Angel."

You didn't know what to say, you didn't want to tell him the truth. "I- I hurt myself while I was swimming a few days ago."

He looked at you with a look of skepitcism, "No, don't lie to me."

Silence filled the room once more as you looked away from him. His mind was spiraling as a feeling of dread consumed him.

"Have you been cheating on me?"

Your head immediately shot back up. "W-What?"

Finnick took a deep breath. "Have you been cheating on me?" he says, his voice firm, his heart aching as he said it.

You shook your head, "No- No Finnick I-I'm not cheating on you-"

"Then where did the mark come from?" he says, his voice slightly raised.

You stayed quiet, something inside you was screaming to tell him the truth, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

"Please angel. Please tell me you haven't been seeing someone else."

"Finnick please- it's not what you think-"

"Then what is it?! You've shut me out! I need you to talk to me! You've been so distant these past few weeks, you don't want to go anywhere with me, you don't want me to hold you anymore, you haven't even said 'I love you' to me in weeks!" he shouts.

His heart was breaking, if there was even the slightest chance that you were cheating, he didn't want to believe it.

"Angel. Baby. Please talk to me." he says in a desperate tone as he walks towards you, holding you in his arms.

You hesitate and take a shaky deep breath in, tears fill your eyes. "I-It's Snow" you whisper.

Finnick instantly feels a wave of fear wash over him. "Angel, what are you talking about?"

You close your eyes, shaking your head, a weak sob escaping as cling onto his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks.

He quickly cups your face in his hand, "Please talk to me angel, please." he says in a soothing tone, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"I-I made a deal with Snow...that if I take on the extra clients you took on for me...you wouldn't have to deal with them anymore" you say as you burst into tears, holding tightly onto Finnick.

Finnick stood still, tears filled his eyes, his heart felt like it was breaking even more. Suddenly, everything made sense, why you flinched at his touches, why you distanced yourself from him. It all made sense.

He was quick to wrap you fully in his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Angel...why didn't you tell me. I would've been there for you."

You cling onto his shirt and cry, "I-I didn't want to be a burden...this was my deal with Snow.."

His heart just kept breaking. You, a burden? Never.

"My angel...you could never be a burden. Never." he says in a gentle tone as he kisses the top of your forehead.

He holds you close to his chest, letting you cry it all out.

"I-I hate it so much Finny- they hurt me- t-they treat me like I-I'm a toy. They laugh when I cry- they enjoy it."

Finnick’s world shattered at your words, he could your body shaking with sobs. “I know, Angel,” he whispered, his own tears slipping down his face as he kissed your forehead, his fingers tangling in your hair as he held you closer “I know."

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice muffled against his chest.

“Don’t apologize, it's not your fault angel,” Finnick murmured, kissing the top of your head. "Never think it's your fault."

For the first time in weeks, you finally felt like you could breathe again, wrapped in his arms, finally feeling the comfort you longed for. And for the rest of the night you would stay in his arms as he whispered endless comforting words to you.

A/N: MWHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH (im crying like a bitch rn omg)

[cosmopolitan-thedrink]

VAMPIRE FIC VAMPIRE FIC!!!

it’s technically CoD Ghost, but it only mentions it a few times and honestly its not very characteristic to him. i just needed a character and didn’t want to use an oc

Tags/Warnings: Vampire x human, blood sucking/feeding, friends to lovers?? maybe?? not technically smut but it certainly feels like it, soft dom x whiney bottom, fem!reader, praise and aftercare

“You know you’re hungry” Simon walks up to me, already baring his neck. I’ve learned a long, long time ago not to resist when it comes to him. I need blood, he wants to give me his, and that’s all we are. Vampire and blood bag. Nothing else. There’s no feelings whatsoever, not when he lets out the tiniest whines at the initial bite, or when he has the sweetest blood i’ve ever tasted, or when he’s just as desperate as i am. It’s purely transactional.

Growling lightly, I smirk and push him onto the nearby couch, straddling him and gently moving his hair out of the way. He gasps softly and immediately moves his hands to my hips, holding me in place.

“God, you always know exactly when I'm hungry. how do you do it?” i purr, playing with his hair more

“You- you have a specific look about you when you’re hungry. You’re paler and more irritable” He says, already a bit breathless

“Is that so?” I unbutton the first button of his shirt, giving me more room to bite. “You pay attention to me often, do you?” i raise an eyebrow and grin

“You make it hard not to” he replies a bit shakily, i just smirk and rub my thumb over his jugular, pressing lightly and giggling at the small whine he lets out.

“You ready? Need anything before I start?” I ask quietly, dragging my nail along his neck, leaving a beautiful pink line. It definitely pays off to have long nails sometimes.

“No. I’m ready.” he says quickly, it’s almost desperate, causing me to chuckle.

“Good” I purr, lowering my head to his neck and feeling his pulse on my lips. God, it drives me insane. I open my mouth and sink my fangs into his neck, just an inch away from the jugular. Close enough to give me a steady flow and make it hurt, but gentle enough to be safe and keep him from squirming too much. While it is fun when he squirms, it’s more efficient if I can keep him still. I smile at the gasp and whine he lets out. It never gets old.

“So good” I murmur against his skin, lapping up the blood seeping from the wound. The second it hits my tongue, I let out a soft moan and squeeze my eyes shut. Prepackaged blood bags are good, but nothing tops the real thing. Fresh blood is so… intoxicating. the warm, coppery flavour and feeling and God, the fucking texture, it makes it hard to stay in control.

His whining and whimpering only increases when i suck directly from the wound. He grabs my thigh and squeezes, digging his nails into the flesh, but I don't mind. I’m biting and drinking his blood, it’s only fair if he scratches me up a bit. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

I keep sucking until the bleeding slows enough, about two minutes. Two minutes of pure bliss. On both ends. As soon as I pull back, I press a piece of gauze to his neck and caress his cheek gently. He lets out a small breath and collapses fully onto the couch. He’s so woozy, barely lucid. God, I love when he gets like this. Delirious and dizzy, head spinning and vision blurring, all because of me. It’s one hell of a drug. He turns his head so slowly towards me with half lidded eyes and parted lips. I grin and finish bandaging his wound.

“You did so good for me” I whisper “Barley even squirmed” he smiles lightly and my heart warms up. He's so adorable when I drink his blood. No. Just friends. I’d even say predator and prey. Prey that wants to get caught because he enjoys being bit, and predator who’s gentle so as not to hurt the prey.

Shaking the thoughts away, I grab a water bottle and press it to his lips.

“Drink. Get your fluids up” I say gently, smiling when he drinks half the bottle without protest. The urge to praise him only grows.

“You feel ok? Dizzy or nauseous at all?”

When he doesn’t respond, just nods softly, i grab his chin and pull him closer to me

“You need to answer me, Simon. Words.” i say sharply and his eyes flutter open. His pupils are the size of saucers.

“i’m g..good” he whispers shakily and i smile and let go of his chin

“Dizzy? Nauseous?” I raise an eyebrow

“N..no” his voice is barely a whisper, and shaking like hell, but it’s a response

“Good..” I purr, caressing his cheek again.

When I go to stand up, he weakly grabs my arm. Even I can’t deny how warm it makes me feel.

“Yes?” I whisper, my voice admittedly shakier than I intended.

“Stay?” he whispers in that whiny, soft voice that makes my heart twist. I can’t deny him that, not when he used his words so well.

“Yeah. I’ll stay” I say a bit too quickly. The relief on his face is enough to make anyone melt and apparently, vampires are no exception.

“Let me grab you a snack, get some more protein in you” I stand up from his lap and try to ignore the pang in my heart when he whimpers at the loss of contact. Why must he make me… feel?

I return with a few granola bars and sit next to him, still draping my legs over him. He instinctively holds onto them, causing me to shake my head and close my eyes.

“Here. This has some protein and sugar. It should help with the wooziness” I open the granola bar and hold it up to him, nearly squealing at the adorable, tiny bites he takes. The fact that I did this to him. I am able to turn a usually ruthless, merciless soldier into a puddle of bliss and whimpers with just a small bite. I don’t know how much longer I can't deny it.

“You did so good” i purr before i can stop myself, petting his hair gently

“My pretty little blood bag, aren’t you?”

[snazzynacho]

In Common

Quinn Mossbacher x female oc

Chapter one/?

Summary: Aleena notices a boy around her age stuck on a level in a game she's played. She offers her help, and a lovely friendship turned romance blossoms between them.

Fandom: The White Lotus (Season 1)

Warning(s): no smut.

Tags: rated Y/A fanfic basically, romance, friendship, slowburn (I’ll try), clean romance, awkward flirting, Quinn is autistic.

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Aleena and her grandad are staying at the White Lotus hotel.

For the past half an hour she’s been swimming in the pool while he’s probably off talking his head off with someone.

She’s thankful to get some piece and quiet. She loves her grandad but he’s always talking even when she has headphones on.

Twisting her body around to pick up her cup of apple juice she left on the poolside, she finishes her drink. As she does, her ears twitch at the sound of a familiar melody. She turns and her gaze falls on the boy her age, swwading in the water, holding up his phone in his right hand and a Nintwndo Switch in the other. The Switch plays an iconic Stardew Valley song which Aleena instantly recognises as the sound played in the mines.

He seems to be stuck on a level in the mines and she decides to offer help.

He veers around in the water at the sound of her voice giving him advice. His blue eyes look startled and Aleena feels a guilty churn in her stomach for scaring him.

He quickly turns back to his game and she drifts to the side of the pool to leave, deciding she’s embarrassed herself enough for today. Before she leaves, she hears a voice call out.

“Thanks, I’ve been struggling with this for a while…I kept dying and then losing all my shit in the mines! How did you beat it?” He looks at you as he puts his Switch down on the poolside which Alewna cringes at. Isn't he scared of getting it wet?!

“Uhh, by spending months screaming and trying not to throw the Switch across the room,” she chuckles, holding onto the onto the pool edge “but I eventually got there,”

He chuckles a little at her answer and glimpses at his Switch, remembering himself trying desperately all those times to finish the level for weeks. He smiles at her determination and then back at her.

“Well, you must be really good, because this level has been a nightmare. Those Crave Flies are horrible!”

“Right?! The noise they make makes my stomach churn…” she grimaces, swaying in the water closer to him.

He glances back at his Switch before turning to look at her with an intrigued look on his face.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,”

He looks at her for a moment but is slightly hesitant to ask for the question. Eventually he decides to ask anyway, not being sure how she is going to take it.

“How old are you?”

“That is what you’re asking?” Aleena can't help but snort a laugh. “You know you shouldn't ask a lady that-” she feigns offence but the look on his face tells her he doesn't know she is joking. “I'm kidding. I’m Seventeen. Why?”

He then looks down at the shimmering pool water, watching the ripples of sunlight dance on it, thinking for a few moments before he continues. “No reason…just wondering why someone like you would approach someone like me.“

“What do you mean?”

He thinks about it for a moment, before speaking. “It was just a little surprising. I wasn’t really expecting a complete stranger to help me at first. No one my age really wants anything to do with me,” he looks over at his Switch, cursing to himself for being so open and honest with a stranger.

She shrugs. “To be fair, it was bugging me how many times you were messing up,”

He laughs and it warms her heart for some reason. His eyes drift to her brown ones and back to the Nintendo Switch again. He then notices that he completely forgot to ask her name. “Wait-“ he says, looking back at her. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?”

He lets out a small laugh, at her counteract. “It’s Quinn. Yours?”

“Aleena,” she beams.

Quinn smiles, determining that her name is pretty and fitting. He looks back at his Switch again, still a little hesitant about asking a question that has been lingering on his mind for a while. “Can I ask you something else?”

“You know, you don’t have to ask that every time?”

Quinn laughs a little sheepishly at her statement, learning that he does have a habit of asking permission to ask a question. “I guess I do say that a lot, huh?”

“It’s fine,” Aleena giggles. “What were you gonna ask?”

Quinn lets out another small laugh, more of a nervous one this time, as he rubs the back of his neck, wondering how exactly to ask this question.

“Uh- well, I was wondering if…if you maybe wanted to go hang out together while we’re staying here…like, as friends?”

“Sure! It’s nice to finally find a gamer out in the wild,” she smiles. “What’s your Switch username by the way?” She asks as she leaves the pool to retrieve her switch from her bag, drying off first.

He seems to follow her lead, as he gets out the pool too, sitting on the empty lounge chair next to hers.

Quinn looks at Aleena with excitement at her willingness to hang out. He grabs his Switch to share his username with you. “It’s uh- Moss19. What’s yours?”

“Turtleena. T-U-R-T-L-E-E-N-A,”

He laughs at your username for a moment, amused by it, before looking back up at you with a smile. “Nice username. I’m gonna add you as a friend. I’m guessing you like Turtles?”Quinn clicks on the button to add her as a friend. His Switch makes an affirming sound when it obliges. He grins and looks back at Aleena. “There. We’re friends now.”

“Yay, thanks, I’m adding you too. And yeah, you could say that,” she chuckles, fiddling with the stitched corner of her purple towel. “Do you like Moss, then?” Aleena jokes but before either of them can say another word, her grandad calls for her from across the pool.

Quinn looks around when hearing her grandad hollering for her at the other end of the pool. He looks back at her and gives a sympathetic look as well as a shrug. “Guess you have to go?”

“Yeah, sorry.” she shoves her switch back into her bag, grabbing her pink towel to wrap herself with. “Well, I’ll see you around. Can you even message people on a switch? Or can you only text on a phone? Oh, here’s my number anyway,” she rambles on and uses a piece of her towel to wipe the chlorine water off his arm, and scribbles her number on his arm using a glittery pen she found in the bottom of her bag.

Quinn watches as she scribbles her number onto his arm, like etching a tattoo, completely endeared by her rambling. He admires her work of tattoo artistry on his arm, the sparkly red ink contrasts against his pale skin with every stroke.

“No worries, I’ll message you. And…yeah, you can message through the Switch. Can’t call or anything though,” he’s surprised he can keep his cool, at her touch.

“Oh right. Of course.” she stands in front of him kind of awkwardly, not wanting to leave. “Well, bye Quinn” she smiles once more, waves, and walks away.

Quinn smiles at Aleena, giving a small wave back, a bit surprised at her slight hesitation to leave, before watching her walk off to her grandad.

Sitting back in the chair where he was previously sitting, Quinn stares up at the blue sky with a small smile plastered on his face.

The smile quickly fades as he realises he never told her his age, and he might seem weird in not doing so after asking her how old she is. He sits back up and yells, “I’m sixteen by the way!”

Aleena whips her head around at the sound of Quinn’s voice from a few metres away, not quite registering why he has said that, at first.

“Oh, okay!” she shouts back, and laugh to yourself. These two are one awkward pair, and Aleena loves it.

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YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, TO STEAL OR TO REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS.

A/N: I headcanon that Quinn plays Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, and Mario Kart on his switch. (these are the only games I play either lol.) And I headcanon that he obviously has an Xbox at home.

[backlogbooks]

Backlogbooks Bingo Challenge - Horror Recommendations (part 1)

To the surprise of no one, I'm starting off my challenge recommendations with horror! I'm getting the publication dates off of storygraph, so if I'm wrong, I take no responsibility <3

60s

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson -- Shirley Jackson! The queen! This one is such a combination of horror and humor and then horror again, about two sisters who live alone, ostracized by their town because of their family's dark past.

70s

Harvest Home by Thomas Tryon -- A very creepy folk horror novel about a family who leaves The City to come to a Small Town in new england, getting Close to Nature. Naturally, the townspeople have some dark secrets. I loved the atmosphere in this one--the slow building of dread, and trying to piece together exactly what the Dark Secret at the center of the harvest home festival is.

Jaws by Peter Benchley -- Okay, I don't know if I can actually recommend this, because to be honest with you, the movie is so much better. But also, if you're a shark movie fiend, this is a Piece Of History. Feel free to reply and argue with me if you love this book!

Carrie by Stephen King -- This book is about Carrie, a perpetually bullied girl who has the chance to go to the prom. I'm sure you know how it goes from there--but even if you do, I recommend reading the book. It's a heartbreaking horror novel, and I really enjoyed (slash hated) the way the tension mounts as you get closer and closer to The Bad Thing

The Shining by Stephen King -- Jack Torrance has a big new job as the caretaker at the Overlook Hotel during the off-season, and there's some evil afoot! Again, I feel like you know how it goes from there, but King is really so good at building dread and tension.

80s

A Nest of Nightmares by Lisa Tuttle -- Recently rereleased in the Paperbacks from Hell line, this is a collection of horror short stories that mostly center on women, with horrors both mundane and paranormal (but an emphasis on the paranormal). These stories were so creepy to me, and I really enjoyed the way that mood built. TW for rape (I can tell you which story for sure if you want! I'll just need to double check my copy to make sure I'm not misremembering)

Misery by Stephen King - He's back again! This is actually my favorite Stephen King novel (setting aside the dark tower series to make it a fair fight). Paul Sheldon, a bestselling novelist, is taken captive by his biggest fan, Annie Wilkes. Annie is like, my favorite villain I think. I've been wanting to reread this book for years because of her <3

2000

House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski -- Okay recommending this book does feel a little like trying to trap someone, but I love it. So! Will Navidson's house is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside; Johnny Truant is obsessed with a book by a blind man about a film that Navidson made that doesn't exist; everyone is lost in the labyrinth, including you. Please join me in this bonkers book. Conspiracy board supplies are not included, but you're encouraged to gather them up yourself as you go.

Uzumaki by Junji Ito -- Kurouzu-cho, a small fogbound town on the coast of Japan, is haunted by spirals. This is not as metaphorical as I imagined it would be when I first picked it up! The body horror in this book is insanely good, and there are some lines/images that are going to live in my head Forever. Highly recommend if you like horror manga.

2003

Come Closer by Sara Gran -- This is a fantastic possession book--it keeps you right in her point of view as she spirals down, trying to figure out if she is in fact possessed or if there's some other break with reality. I loved the "are you possessed" quiz as a guiding structure.

2006

The Ruins by Scott Smith -- Trapped in the jungle, far from home and with no way to get help, a group of friends face an inhuman horror. This had some of the most skin crawling body horror I've seen, and I loved the development of the antagonist (don't wanna say more because spoilers!). Great survival horror. What a terrible group of people to be trapped with.

World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks -- If you love yourself some worldbuilding and zombies, check out this book! World War Z gives you vignettes about different areas of the world, and different aspects of life during a zombie apocalypse. It was a slow read for me, but I really enjoyed the details.

2007

Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill -- An old rock star buys a ghost online, because he's a dumbass (aka because he "has a thing for the macabre"), and has to go through hell to get rid of it. It's been years, but I remember being deeply creeped out by this book!

2010

Feed by Mira Grant -- More zombies! This one set twenty years after the zombie apocalypse, following two bloggers who are working to uncover a conspiracy behind the Infected. This had political thriller vibes mixed in with the horror, which kept a fast pace, and I loved the main characters. Eventually I may even finish the series!

2011

The Ritual by Adam Nevill -- Four old friends try to push aside old and new tensions for a reunion hiking trip. Since that's not working, they try to take a shortcut and end up very, very lost--and very deep in woods that have more than just animals to worry about. I held my breath through a lot of the first half of this book. Good for folk horror fans or people who want to be very afraid of every forest they walk into.

2013

Dark Tales by Shirley Jackson -- Shirley Jackson again! This one is a collection of short stories, including "The Summer People" and "Louisa, Please Come Home," which are some of my favorites. Creeping dread, domestic horror, and the question of what happens when your life takes a sudden, unexplainable turn. Definitely recommend the edition with an introduction by Ottessa Moshfegh!

2014

Through the Woods by E.M. Carroll -- A collection of short horror comics, with dark fairy tale vibes. I want to eat E.M. Carroll's art style, or at least cover my house with prints from this book.

Horrorstor by Grady Hendrix -- Have you ever had a nightmare about being trapped in an ikea? Or, sorry, Definitely Not Ikea (So We Don't Get Sued)? Are you tired of your retail job? This is the book for you! Haunted ikea: much more terrifying than I expected it to be.

The Grownup by Gillian Flynn -- This is a quick, 64 page story about a young woman who pretends to be a psychic to get by, and ends up being pulled deeper and deeper into a family's dysfunction when she promises to help rid their home of ghosts or other powerful forces.

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer -- Horror science fiction about Area X, an unexplained phenomenon where earth is returning to "pristine nature" with a horrific twist (or many of them). Our main character, the biologist, is one of my favorite characters I've ever read. I'm actually a little insane about her. Join me!

This is really long so I'm splitting it in two! Stay tuned for 2015-2019 recommendations next week :-)

And please recommend your favorite horror books for this challenge too!

[ofbravedemons]

The green jello was a choice for sure. Billie had tended to upon patients to realize most enjoyed the red or orange, but green was her favorite. The off chance she decided to grab a jello with her lunch in the cafeteria. She saw that amused expression, the ster shock on Conrad’s face now. But I brushed it off to my own. ‘ Everyone leaves the green jello out in the dust, I don’t know I like it, maybe I’m the odd one then.’ I said refusing to shrug my shoulders knowing my body could erupt in pain. The stinging blazing through my head was enough, probably from the internal bleeding, which was all irony now considering I was the Neuro surgeon, the chief of surgeon and I was left to peel back the pieces now. 

Billie did appreciate Conrad being here; on the day the whole damn hospital was hoping or praying the man would sign back onto the staff. Chastain wasn’t the same without him. Gigi was happy, she loved the daycare, and in the years since he left; I helped carpool her home, we’re family. So I wasn’t shocked or in disbelief with Conrad’s insistence to be here, to tend to my wounds. But I hated feeling small vulnerable now. But at the notion of all the people who didn’t like Conrad Hawkins when they first met him, his cocky attitude his desire to be right; not taking anyone’s opinions into account, I had to hold my laugh now, as I was on that list too. Conrad and I only tolerated each other once upon a time for Nic. I was her best friend, and Conrad was the love of her life. But now; life was funny, I liked having Conrad around. I liked how I felt with him, seen, cared for. A developed crush maybe? God that was scary all on its own. 

“ You know once I didn’t like you all that much, and you hated me for my reckless behavior in an or.” An obvious; all the fights the male and I had once, but now he wanted me to stay with him, was it friendship? Family? An obligation to the other on behalf of Nic? I had no idea. “ But look at us now, friends, family. I’d do anything for you and Gigi, i hope you know that.” An honest observation, a thought as she nodded slowly not to bring more pain to her head. “ You get my jello, and I’ll think about the offer, okay.” A promise a glimmer in her eye now, as she truly meant it. An answer was made; Billie had healing to do, and there was no one she trusted more than Conrad.

Continued.

@tightensthebolt

Feeling small almost broken. It had been years since Billie had let her fall apart from that night. The night she lost a piece of herself. A night she had stopped trusting men and relationships. Not to say Billie didn’t spend time with men since she was 13 because that was a lie. She slept with men that wanted no strings, that were one night stands. She built herself up, she put herself onto a pedestal because she wanted to protect herself. Two dreadful days in her life; the day she found out she had been taken advantage of by Porter and that same day she found out she was pregnant. The other was a vague memory of holding her son for the first and last time before she let him go. 

A toll she now carried with her, all the demons she hint to be the surgeon she was. Numbness, emotionless it’s who she was. To avoid being hurt. But the looming truth of Porter his crimes sitting in the backburner it now haunted her. Billie had to consider Trevor which is why she had stayed silent, AJ had warned her the birdy in her ear to let her know her son wanted to find his dad; and she lied. She felt helpless even now as she felt on edge. She felt Conrad’s syspathic gaze, it was sweet he didn’t try to tell her he understood, instead he fought his own anger urges; the tightness of the line veins on his forehead; on his neck said it for him. Instead he was just a friend; someone she could lean on. A gentle smile a real one lifted to her brims as she pushed her coffee into her hand. She was preoccupied enough to reject coffee which was the indication Billie was far from okay.

“ Thank you, for being an ear, for not telling me you understood. I don’t want to feel broken. I’m better than this.” Brokenness written in her voice when it cracked. She hated being vulnerable so she was almost relieved when Conrad changed the topic to his debate on career moves. Billie offered a gentle smile as she lifted herself onto her feet. Forgotten coffee had fallen to the trash as hands fell to her sides. She listened intently to Conrad speak; she understood. She did. Because since Nic; he never wanted GiGi to be without a parent or feel abandoned it was part of the why he went to a private practice to begin with. Why we were forced to have coffee meet ups with my busy schedule, being the Chief of Surgeon now; the title made my heart leap on its own content. The brunette gave a silent nod as she stepped outside as he held the door for them both. 

Not that Billie didn’t see Gigi all the time, I spent Sundays at the house, we had little tea parties, and if Conrad ever had to work late I’d be the one he called to help him. We were family; Nic’s absence was heavy in our hearts; but I knew Nic, she would never want him to give up on his dreams, and it sounded like he was settling for what worked best for Gigi. I could tell with the way he spoke regarding the private Practice. A hand extended out to pat his forearm touch lingered briefly. 

“ It wasn’t all Bell.” Lips pulled together in amusement. “ At my Tea Parties with GiGi I may not have mentions all the rainbow fish books she adores on full display, along with the astronomy books I know she’d love. Cause she’s a astronaut in the making, Hate to break it to you.” A laugh escaped her lips as she dropped her hand before turning serious as our walkway path inched closer to Chastian. “ I think you’re settling for her benefit. And Nic wouldn’t want that for you or her. Talk to Kit explain you’ll come back but shorten hours only work morning shifts unless emergency came up. That you’re a devoted dad, but you do desire to return. But on your terms.” Conrad was a big part of our team; something told me Kit would give him whatever he wanted if it meant Conrad was a doctor had Chastian again. 

Just my two cents.

[sysig]

Feeling and looking good 🌈 (Patreon)

[rox-of-iu]

me + mayhem going on a stupid silly hike for my stupid silly mental health

touched grass and i am normal again (lying)