hell3ater

[hell3ater]

Ship 212, basically (it’s sooo TOS coded, ideally)

I mean that's basically the plot of Shore Leave, right?

[hell3ater]

Everything in this blog is a gem and I feel like a kid in a candy store every time she posts

café worker!reader x vampire!manager part 1 𖥔 part 2 𖥔 part 3

the incubus is back.

technically, he's not doing anything wrong. just leaning on the counter like it's his personal sofa, sipping his extra-hot demon roast and flashing teeth that definitely aren't up to food safety code.

he tips well. he smiles like he invented the expression. he smells like smoke and sandalwood and your poor, overworked hormones haven't fully recovered from the last time he winked at you and said something about your "aura tasting like affogato."

which, frankly, was a lot to deal with before noon.

tonight, he's got on baggy jeans, gold piercings, and the kind of smirk that should be licensed and locked in a vault. and, like the absolute menace he is, he beckons you over with a crooked finger.

"hey, sweetness," he says, voice low and warm and made entirely of sin. "i couldn't help but notice you look a little tense."

you are, in fact, incredibly tense. but that's because he's looking at you like he'd like to kiss a wish to your spine.

"just, uh," you stammer, adjusting your apron, "busy morning. banshee wedding party. lots of confetti. and screaming."

he grins. "poor thing. i could help you relax, y'know. real hands-on customer service."

you make a noise that isn't a word. it's somewhere between a hiccup and a squeak. your brain is rapidly replacing all useful information with static and phrases like oh no he's flirting and punching customers isn't professional.

you laugh nervously. "hah! haha. hands! yes. those are.. a thing."

the incubus tilts his head, clearly enjoying himself. "just saying, if you ever want to blow off steam—"

"—she's on break."

the voice comes from behind you. calm. smooth. carved from velvet and dusk and something deeper.

you whirl, nearly elbowing the espresso machine.

your manager stands at your shoulder, tall and pale and so composed it makes you feel like you're melting. his sleeves are rolled again. of course they are. it's a war crime.

he doesn't look at you. he doesn't have to.

he's watching the incubus with the air of someone discussing pest control.

the incubus chuckles, low and unbothered. "wasn't aware café policy came with chaperones."

"only when necessary," your manager replies, tone pleasant and cool as winter air.

you are slowly disintegrating into your own shoes.

"relax. just complimenting the staff."

your manager hums. "so i heard."

the incubus gives you a wink on his way out. "offer stands, sweetheart."

you don't know what to do with your face. or your hands. or your life.

when he's gone, you stare at the floor like it's the most interesting thing you've ever seen.

"so," you croak, heart in your throat. "that was.. fine. totally normal customer interaction. no one's aura got licked."

your manager turns to you, finally.

"you're flushed," he remarks.

"flustered," you correct weakly. "i mean—flushed, yes. but not because of the incubus. or you. obviously. it's just hot.. in here. and i'm wearing a shirt—not that i wouldn't be wearing a shirt, i mean—"

he steps closer. your brain detaches from your spine and begins floating away.

"if he makes you uncomfortable, you're not required to entertain him."

"oh! no. i mean, yes. but—i didn't want to be rude, and he wasn't—i didn't think—"

he gives you a long, unreadable look.

then he steps closer.

not dramatically, not predatorily. just enough that you can smell the faintest trace of coffee and something darker, something older, clinging to his collar. just enough that the heat rises back to your face and your lungs forget how to inhale.

"do you like it?" he asks.

you blink. "i—uh. what?"

"that kind of attention," he murmurs. "forward. unsubtle."

your mouth opens. nothing comes out.

he looks at your lips, then your collarbone. then his eyes trail to your throat.

his voice dips lower, almost thoughtful. "would you blush at me if i told you the curve of your neck reminds me of a prayer? that the heat in your skin is more tempting than fresh blood?"

you stare at him, dumbfounded.

then hiccup. loudly.

traitorous bastard of a reflex.

the moment breaks like a plate dropped on tile.

he draws back. smooth again. polite. professional.

"..you're still on break."

you're halfway to combusting.

"right," you stammer, backing away with all the grace of a crab in platform heels. "cool. great. i'll go.. sit. in the freezer. or something."

he nods once, not quite smiling. "very good."

you make it three steps before your apron snags on a hook. you jerk. spin. slam into the doorframe. make eye contact with a gargoyle sitting near the window and briefly consider switching careers.

you wince, hand flying to your nose, and pull it back to find blood smeared across your fingertips.

fantastic. perfect. the cherry on top of your mortifying sundae.

and behind you, you hear it—his voice, low and amused.

"..affogato."

you stop. and turn.

he offers you a tissue, sleeves still rolled, clipboard in hand.

calm as death.

elegant as sin.

his smile is polite.

but for a moment, you swear his eyes flicker red.

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Crumble

Synopsis: you accidentally touch Esther’s back passing by. You didn’t know how much of a sweet spot that’d be for her.

Content (& warnings): smut (mdni) , top!M!reader, orgasm denial, hint of brat taming?, def rough, allusions to aftercare & cockwarming included

A/N: “I’m inexperienced with smut” I say in my guidelines. The wheel continues to choose it. I’m getting that practice in. Anyways requests are still open! I plan on adding more characters later today or tomorrow :)

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To see such a strong woman who you’ve seen take down so many people, crumble so easily under your touch, was weirdly satisfying.

It was an accidental discovery, you gently touched her back, just above where her tail was, while trying to pass her while she reached for something. You watched her turn almost as red as her hair as you kept going.

So you kept testing to mess with her throughout the day, light touches here and there. Each time, she’d get more and more flustered and harder to keep composure. You expected her to snap at some point, push you against a wall, but you weren’t complaining.

As soon as you got the chance that evening, you had her on the bed.

Esther was on her stomach, ass up and scaled tail curling around you as you kept thrusting your cock into her. Your hand kept circling in an agonizing rhythm with each thwack! of skin contact. Every time you felt her getting close, your hand would lift and you would slow yourself down.

This had to be the sixth time you’ve denied her, and the tightening of her tail’s grip as she whimpered was a sign she wasn’t having it. At this rate, the way her claws were digging into the sheets, she’d tear the sheets to shreds.

“You fuckin’ tease, I- fuck!” Esther’s remarks were quickly cut off by you picking the pace back up, and that almost whine at the end when you did had you almost releasing. You were getting sensitive yourself with how long this had been going (seen by your own cum trailing down her thighs and onto the bed), but this was just too fun.

“If it’s that much of an issue, you can turn me over, or are you too much of a mess right now?” The hand on her back moved to her thigh to give a gentle squeeze.

Her body gave an answer before her mouth did. You could feel Esther clenching around you and her orgasm finally coming. She cried out into the pillow, her legs trembling and tail keeping you close as a silent plea to stay.

And it was enough to push you over the edge. You can’t tell if curses or prayers left your lips as you came, but it was bliss regardless.

You began to adjust her to lay flat on the bed when you both finally caught your breath, trying to figure out how to get up with her tail still around you.

“… Hey, I can’t clean you up if you’re holding me here.” You gently pressed as you rubbed her thigh, trying to bring her back.

Her breathing was more of a panting still, and it took a moment for her to register as she loosened her grip on both you and the pillows slightly. Not enough, but some.

It took a moment for her to try and figure out how to reply. “Could you stay, please?” It was much quieter compared to the competitive fighting earlier.

How could you not give in when she did so well and asked so nicely? You pressed up against her, wrapped your arms around her waist, and turned you both where you were on your sides. Esther’s hands wrapped around yours and she let out a content sigh.

If such teasing would lead to more moments like this, you’d have to find more ways to do it.

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[hell3ater]

Crumble

Synopsis: you accidentally touch Esther’s back passing by. You didn’t know how much of a sweet spot that’d be for her.

Content (& warnings): smut (mdni) , top!M!reader, orgasm denial, hint of brat taming?, def rough, allusions to aftercare & cockwarming included

A/N: “I’m inexperienced with smut” I say in my guidelines. The wheel continues to choose it. I’m getting that practice in. Anyways requests are still open! I plan on adding more characters later today or tomorrow :)

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To see such a strong woman who you’ve seen take down so many people, crumble so easily under your touch, was weirdly satisfying.

It was an accidental discovery, you gently touched her back, just above where her tail was, while trying to pass her while she reached for something. You watched her turn almost as red as her hair as you kept going.

So you kept testing to mess with her throughout the day, light touches here and there. Each time, she’d get more and more flustered and harder to keep composure. You expected her to snap at some point, push you against a wall, but you weren’t complaining.

As soon as you got the chance that evening, you had her on the bed.

Esther was on her stomach, ass up and scaled tail curling around you as you kept thrusting your cock into her. Your hand kept circling in an agonizing rhythm with each thwack! of skin contact. Every time you felt her getting close, your hand would lift and you would slow yourself down.

This had to be the sixth time you’ve denied her, and the tightening of her tail’s grip as she whimpered was a sign she wasn’t having it. At this rate, the way her claws were digging into the sheets, she’d tear the sheets to shreds.

“You fuckin’ tease, I- fuck!” Esther’s remarks were quickly cut off by you picking the pace back up, and that almost whine at the end when you did had you almost releasing. You were getting sensitive yourself with how long this had been going (seen by your own cum trailing down her thighs and onto the bed), but this was just too fun.

“If it’s that much of an issue, you can turn me over, or are you too much of a mess right now?” The hand on her back moved to her thigh to give a gentle squeeze.

Her body gave an answer before her mouth did. You could feel Esther clenching around you and her orgasm finally coming. She cried out into the pillow, her legs trembling and tail keeping you close as a silent plea to stay.

And it was enough to push you over the edge. You can’t tell if curses or prayers left your lips as you came, but it was bliss regardless.

You began to adjust her to lay flat on the bed when you both finally caught your breath, trying to figure out how to get up with her tail still around you.

“… Hey, I can’t clean you up if you’re holding me here.” You gently pressed as you rubbed her thigh, trying to bring her back.

Her breathing was more of a panting still, and it took a moment for her to register as she loosened her grip on both you and the pillows slightly. Not enough, but some.

It took a moment for her to try and figure out how to reply. “Could you stay, please?” It was much quieter compared to the competitive fighting earlier.

How could you not give in when she did so well and asked so nicely? You pressed up against her, wrapped your arms around her waist, and turned you both where you were on your sides. Esther’s hands wrapped around yours and she let out a content sigh.

If such teasing would lead to more moments like this, you’d have to find more ways to do it.

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[hell3ater]

Case 216: Bessus

Synopsis: you go in the basement for your break instead. You didn't mean to stumble onto... Aida that.

Content (& warnings): horror, angst, gn!reader, blood & gore, open ending on if you die or not, minor religious imagery (Christianity), might be overreacting on tags but at least proceed with caution. -

Regardless, the idea of going outside to scream wasn't a good idea, and there wasn't a real break room, so... basement it was. That was the plan, scream in the weird storage room where nobody was bothering you.

You run downstairs, assuming any rustling was someone taking inventory. There wasn't much down here, but, rotating was important, and you could always just vent to whoever was down there, right?

Except it reeked in here. Like, really bad.

It wasn't mold, but more.. copper. Like an opened pack of meat met pennies. The lights weren't on, you couldn't see shit because the lights were at the bottom of these dumb stairs and when you finally reached with a hand over your mouth to figure out what the hell someone left down here-

It was your boss straddling over a corpse.

Sure, it was one of those rude regulars but your sweet, loving, Aida who'd never do anything wrong boss straddling a corpse with a knife in hand and the poor guy, sprawled, nails in the hands, mid carving like some sort of butcher map...

And she turns to look at you like this is the most logical thing in the world.

"Darlin', I'm so sorry you had to see this. I mean, I really didn't want you knowing about what I've gotta do to keep this place karen-free." Your mouth was already covered as she stood up from the stench, and her keeping the knife in hand as she stood made things all the much worse. You could see everything.

It wasn't just the arms carved in circles around the joints and lines down each, but it went to the throat, down the torso, and she was working on cutting straight open into the stomach of this guy.

The nails were in his feet too, binding them together. Was this a butchering? A crucifixion? Some poor guy getting murdered over a coffee?

"Christ, Aida, he was mean but-" Your hands start digging around for a pocket knife, a box cutter, something in case this goes sour. You can't be next for walking in on this.

"You don't know the half of it. The way he was yellin' at you was probably the final straw, though. Several DUI's, vehicular manslaughter, cheating, whole nine yards of rank." She scoffed, looking over at him briefly before adjusting the grip in her hand.

"You.. ain't gonna say anything, are you?" Aida looks over at you with this warning in her eyes. You can tell she doesn't want to hurt you.

But you know deep in your bones and the pounding in your chest, you know she will if she thinks she has to.

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[hell3ater]

Case 216: Bessus

Synopsis: you go in the basement for your break instead. You didn't mean to stumble onto... Aida that.

Content (& warnings): horror, angst, gn!reader, blood & gore, open ending on if you die or not, minor religious imagery (Christianity), might be overreacting on tags but at least proceed with caution. -

Regardless, the idea of going outside to scream wasn't a good idea, and there wasn't a real break room, so... basement it was. That was the plan, scream in the weird storage room where nobody was bothering you.

You run downstairs, assuming any rustling was someone taking inventory. There wasn't much down here, but, rotating was important, and you could always just vent to whoever was down there, right?

Except it reeked in here. Like, really bad.

It wasn't mold, but more.. copper. Like an opened pack of meat met pennies. The lights weren't on, you couldn't see shit because the lights were at the bottom of these dumb stairs and when you finally reached with a hand over your mouth to figure out what the hell someone left down here-

It was your boss straddling over a corpse.

Sure, it was one of those rude regulars but your sweet, loving, Aida who'd never do anything wrong boss straddling a corpse with a knife in hand and the poor guy, sprawled, nails in the hands, mid carving like some sort of butcher map...

And she turns to look at you like this is the most logical thing in the world.

"Darlin', I'm so sorry you had to see this. I mean, I really didn't want you knowing about what I've gotta do to keep this place karen-free." Your mouth was already covered as she stood up from the stench, and her keeping the knife in hand as she stood made things all the much worse. You could see everything.

It wasn't just the arms carved in circles around the joints and lines down each, but it went to the throat, down the torso, and she was working on cutting straight open into the stomach of this guy.

The nails were in his feet too, binding them together. Was this a butchering? A crucifixion? Some poor guy getting murdered over a coffee?

"Christ, Aida, he was mean but-" Your hands start digging around for a pocket knife, a box cutter, something in case this goes sour. You can't be next for walking in on this.

"You don't know the half of it. The way he was yellin' at you was probably the final straw, though. Several DUI's, vehicular manslaughter, cheating, whole nine yards of rank." She scoffed, looking over at him briefly before adjusting the grip in her hand.

"You.. ain't gonna say anything, are you?" Aida looks over at you with this warning in her eyes. You can tell she doesn't want to hurt you.

But you know deep in your bones and the pounding in your chest, you know she will if she thinks she has to.

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[hell3ater]

You weirdos/aff/t

Taunting

Synopsis: Vy’Kiro asks to see you in their room. You didn’t expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.

Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vy’kiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance

A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. I’m trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3

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You’ve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.

And now were getting pounded into on his desk.

She didn’t even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didn’t have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.

One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldn’t even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didn’t cover your need to be flustered at the situation.

“Poor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?” Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.

“Vy- wait, ‘m gonna-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you

Vy’Kiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve got you. And I’ve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.”

-

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[hell3ater]

A.L.I.C.E

Artificial Life Interface Computer & Engine . realm Zenith

. sexuality pan, demiromantic

. gender nonbinary, they/she

. age 56 years (maturity of 26)

. career ship engine 816 . background Built as an experiment to test the abilities of how much AI could do to support crew, ALICE was meant to do it all- from run the ship to comfort lonely crew. They, by default, are closest to the captain, albeit now gone after a takeover of the ship had gone wrong. Both her and the ship are now lost astray, as ALICE is unable to navigate it without at least one person on board.

. appearance In the engine room, ALICE is seen as a mostly floating robotic head with some vague appearances of bright green eyes. She is suspended by a head of wires that lead throughout the entirety of the ship. They have a hologram that can walk throughout the ship as needed, with the appearance of wires for hair and a metallic skin. Her frame is tall and thin, standing at 6'5 and mostly a straight posture.

. personality ALICE is quiet not in the sense of the fact that she is the stereotype of a robot, but quiet because of the fact she is unsure how to socialize after 13 years of isolation. In the past, she was a much more controlled and outspoken person, almost obsessive with the hold she has over the crew. They loved their crew to death.

[hell3ater]

Pls dont do my boy Jackson dirty </3

Gardens

Synopsis: Jackson and you take a moment to walk the castle gardens.

Content (& warnings): fluff, meant to be read as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

A/N: the wheel didn’t choose smut this time !! If you want to see any more content don’t be shy to put in a request (ask box or message! <3)

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“… I didn’t know we had string of turtles.”

You and Jackson had been wandering the gardens to take a moment between the busy meetings and your own life. It was a routine the two of you picked up.

Which led to Jackson having to untangle some vines from his horns with a slight smile.

“I didn’t either, maybe they’re new?” You replied, reaching over to help. It was a nice thing that Sora had allowed, for it to not just be her garden. Staff, servants, visitors, anyone could plant something in here. It made the whole thing lively.

And sometimes receive unexpected vines that your king got stuck in.

He let out a hum in thought. “Maybe. They’re impressive though. Have you planted anything here, yet?” Jackson turned to face you, tilting his head slightly.

The way the light shown down on him holding the vine, for once in a rare moment, he looked relaxed.

You pause for a moment, wanting to capture the moment. before finally shaking your head. “No, not yet.”

His eyes widened slightly before fully turning to you, his smile growing slightly and a glint in his eye. “We’ll have to change that, then. What’s your favorite?”

You know he’s going to put so much of said plant in later today.

[hell3ater]

Gardens

Synopsis: Jackson and you take a moment to walk the castle gardens.

Content (& warnings): fluff, meant to be read as romantic or platonic, gn!reader

A/N: the wheel didn’t choose smut this time !! If you want to see any more content don’t be shy to put in a request (ask box or message! <3)

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“… I didn’t know we had string of turtles.”

You and Jackson had been wandering the gardens to take a moment between the busy meetings and your own life. It was a routine the two of you picked up.

Which led to Jackson having to untangle some vines from his horns with a slight smile.

“I didn’t either, maybe they’re new?” You replied, reaching over to help. It was a nice thing that Sora had allowed, for it to not just be her garden. Staff, servants, visitors, anyone could plant something in here. It made the whole thing lively.

And sometimes receive unexpected vines that your king got stuck in.

He let out a hum in thought. “Maybe. They’re impressive though. Have you planted anything here, yet?” Jackson turned to face you, tilting his head slightly.

The way the light shown down on him holding the vine, for once in a rare moment, he looked relaxed.

You pause for a moment, wanting to capture the moment. before finally shaking your head. “No, not yet.”

His eyes widened slightly before fully turning to you, his smile growing slightly and a glint in his eye. “We’ll have to change that, then. What’s your favorite?”

You know he’s going to put so much of said plant in later today.

[hell3ater]

A.L.I.C.E

Artificial Life Interface Computer & Engine . realm Zenith

. sexuality pan, demiromantic

. gender nonbinary, they/she

. age 56 years (maturity of 26)

. career ship engine 816 . background Built as an experiment to test the abilities of how much AI could do to support crew, ALICE was meant to do it all- from run the ship to comfort lonely crew. They, by default, are closest to the captain, albeit now gone after a takeover of the ship had gone wrong. Both her and the ship are now lost astray, as ALICE is unable to navigate it without at least one person on board.

. appearance In the engine room, ALICE is seen as a mostly floating robotic head with some vague appearances of bright green eyes. She is suspended by a head of wires that lead throughout the entirety of the ship. They have a hologram that can walk throughout the ship as needed, with the appearance of wires for hair and a metallic skin. Her frame is tall and thin, standing at 6'5 and mostly a straight posture.

. personality ALICE is quiet not in the sense of the fact that she is the stereotype of a robot, but quiet because of the fact she is unsure how to socialize after 13 years of isolation. In the past, she was a much more controlled and outspoken person, almost obsessive with the hold she has over the crew. They loved their crew to death.

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Samuel Welsh

Someone who learned young when to fight and when to run.

Content warnings for violence and parental abuse

. realm Inferno

. sexuality gay

. gender male, he/him

. age 28

. career college professor

. background Growing up with an overbearing father, in general, was really hard. It was especially hard when said father was a serial killer who wanted you to follow in his footsteps. For Samuel, that was the situation. He didn’t know how to report the man without risking things being worse, and so the best way he could escape was academics. He did get his break at sixteen, albeit not a great one. His father got caught by police and he managed to get out, but his mother didn’t. With not much else to do, he ended up moving to Virginia and finishing his first degree by the time he was eighteen. He met Cain on the way there and the two quickly got along, eventually settling in together as a couple.

. appearance Samuel has deep skin with very little blemishes or scarring, save for the one large one on his lower ribcage. He has a tall, muscular frame and usually dresses in fitted suits in his work environment. Otherwise, he’s usually kept in sweatpants and tshirts. His hair tends to be kept in braids that go down to his mid back, and most frequently are kept in a half- up style or a ponytail to keep out of his face. His reading glasses can be found up out of his face there, if not tucked into his shirt or hanging on a chain around his neck.

. personality Samuel tends to be ever so slightly more formal, but by no means is uptight. In a lot of ways, he can be just as playful and teasing with others, but it takes a while to get there before he actually shows that side of him. He gives his opinions through the forms of fact, almost as a way of info dumping. It would be if he did it past one to two sentences, but he tends to stop himself there. Enough to prove what he thinks is right, not too much to overwhelm. Overall, Samuel is a kind and smart man- if you get the chance to crack the seemingly confident surface.

[hell3ater]

Samuel Welsh

Someone who learned young when to fight and when to run.

Content warnings for violence and parental abuse

. realm Inferno

. sexuality gay

. gender male, he/him

. age 28

. career college professor

. background Growing up with an overbearing father, in general, was really hard. It was especially hard when said father was a serial killer who wanted you to follow in his footsteps. For Samuel, that was the situation. He didn’t know how to report the man without risking things being worse, and so the best way he could escape was academics. He did get his break at sixteen, albeit not a great one. His father got caught by police and he managed to get out, but his mother didn’t. With not much else to do, he ended up moving to Virginia and finishing his first degree by the time he was eighteen. He met Cain on the way there and the two quickly got along, eventually settling in together as a couple.

. appearance Samuel has deep skin with very little blemishes or scarring, save for the one large one on his lower ribcage. He has a tall, muscular frame and usually dresses in fitted suits in his work environment. Otherwise, he’s usually kept in sweatpants and tshirts. His hair tends to be kept in braids that go down to his mid back, and most frequently are kept in a half- up style or a ponytail to keep out of his face. His reading glasses can be found up out of his face there, if not tucked into his shirt or hanging on a chain around his neck.

. personality Samuel tends to be ever so slightly more formal, but by no means is uptight. In a lot of ways, he can be just as playful and teasing with others, but it takes a while to get there before he actually shows that side of him. He gives his opinions through the forms of fact, almost as a way of info dumping. It would be if he did it past one to two sentences, but he tends to stop himself there. Enough to prove what he thinks is right, not too much to overwhelm. Overall, Samuel is a kind and smart man- if you get the chance to crack the seemingly confident surface.

[hell3ater]

Taunting

Synopsis: Vy’Kiro asks to see you in their room. You didn’t expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.

Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vy’kiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance

A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. I’m trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3

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You’ve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.

And now were getting pounded into on his desk.

She didn’t even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didn’t have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.

One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldn’t even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didn’t cover your need to be flustered at the situation.

“Poor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?” Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.

“Vy- wait, ‘m gonna-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you

Vy’Kiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve got you. And I’ve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.”

-

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[hell3ater]

Taunting

Synopsis: Vy’Kiro asks to see you in their room. You didn’t expect your actions to quite lead to this, though.

Content (& warnings): smut, gn!bottom!reader, top!Vy’kiro, porn w/ little plot, some degradation (no use of slut/whore), power imbalance

A/N: Again the wheel chose smut. I’m trying to get more writing practice in so if anyone has requests pls feel free to send them in the ask box! Im going to also try and add more chars as time goes on, ideally on a schedule <3

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You’ve been attempting to hit on the captain for weeks now. At first, you thought that she was just trying to behave and not hook up with others. You were at the brink of giving up, until he called you over to his room.

And now were getting pounded into on his desk.

She didn’t even give you much chance of a discussion before slamming her cock into you from behind. You didn’t have to see it to feel every vein, ridge, and curve as she went in and out of you.

One hand was holding your hips, the other against your back as a grounding reminder of who was in control. You couldn’t even help but let out small cries of pleasure, albeit muffled into your arm. The fact the room was absolutely soundproof didn’t cover your need to be flustered at the situation.

“Poor thing really thought they were going to not get noticed, hmm?” Their hands had moved down to rubbing and clinging to your thighs, the gentle squeezes being too much as the claws gently pricked your skin.

“Vy- wait, ‘m gonna-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence as your orgasm rips through you, cum dripping down your legs as you

Vy’Kiro obliges with the request of slowing down, leaning forward to press into you further. He reaches with one hand to grab one of yours, which is currently clinging hard to the edge of the desk.

“I’ve got you. And I’ve got the whole night to make you feel good, too.”

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[hell3ater]

Unwind

Synopsis: When Cain gets back from a rough case, he asks for some help unwinding.

Content (& warnings): smut, dom!gn!reader, sub!cain, dumbification, overstimulation for sure, handj*bs, p w/ no plot

A/N: alas I still don’t know how tumblr works :(. I spun a wheel or 2 to get me writing things n I ended up w/ writing this around 2 am. If anyone has tips for how to tag better PLS lmk!!

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“Please, I can’-“ once again for the nth time that night, you’ve drawn an orgasm from your boyfriend like it was nectar from the sweetest flowers.

You’ve got him lying with his back pressed against your chest, a vibrator in him as you’ve been rhythmically pumping his cock.

Between the long cases that leaves him away from you for weeks at a time, and him begging for a way to turn his brain off, who are you to not oblige?

“I know, hun, but you’ve got at least one more in you, right?” You hum in amusement as one of his hands reaches for your wrist as a poor, final attempt for some sort of control.

Cain shakes his head and the whining has a such a thick drawl for something that’s so nonsensical, you can tell you’re getting closer to fulfilling his request.

“‘S too much- please- m ‘gunna-“ another quickly waves over him once again, spilling all over your hand and himself. His head’s leaning back into you as he tries to control his breathing, grinding into your hand that’s still working him.

Alas, he’s still talking, a sign his request hasn’t quite been fulfilled. You use your hand to reach over to the remote, turning the vibrations up.

It’s going to be a long night, but he’s deserved every single minute of this.

[hell3ater]

Unwind

Synopsis: When Cain gets back from a rough case, he asks for some help unwinding.

Content (& warnings): smut, dom!gn!reader, sub!cain, dumbification, overstimulation for sure, handj*bs, p w/ no plot

A/N: alas I still don’t know how tumblr works :(. I spun a wheel or 2 to get me writing things n I ended up w/ writing this around 2 am. If anyone has tips for how to tag better PLS lmk!!

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“Please, I can’-“ once again for the nth time that night, you’ve drawn an orgasm from your boyfriend like it was nectar from the sweetest flowers.

You’ve got him lying with his back pressed against your chest, a vibrator in him as you’ve been rhythmically pumping his cock.

Between the long cases that leaves him away from you for weeks at a time, and him begging for a way to turn his brain off, who are you to not oblige?

“I know, hun, but you’ve got at least one more in you, right?” You hum in amusement as one of his hands reaches for your wrist as a poor, final attempt for some sort of control.

Cain shakes his head and the whining has a such a thick drawl for something that’s so nonsensical, you can tell you’re getting closer to fulfilling his request.

“‘S too much- please- m ‘gunna-“ another quickly waves over him once again, spilling all over your hand and himself. His head’s leaning back into you as he tries to control his breathing, grinding into your hand that’s still working him.

Alas, he’s still talking, a sign his request hasn’t quite been fulfilled. You use your hand to reach over to the remote, turning the vibrations up.

It’s going to be a long night, but he’s deserved every single minute of this.

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