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atticrissfinch · 9 months
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Gimme What I Want: A Fic in Texts
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pairing: joel miller x afab!reader summary: the wrong number that texts you ends up being a man much hotter than you’d ever expect… warnings/tags: [18+ MINORS DNI] no!outbreak, porn w/o plot i’m sorry but not really, dirty talk, daddy!kink, praise!kink and degradation!kink (we love duality), light dom!joel vibes, pet names/degrading terms (darlin’, babygirl, pretty girl, whore, slut, bitch, etc), age gap (Joel is 56, reader is 25), implied masturbation (m & f), mentions of cream pies, sexting a stranger but it’s ok cause he’s a dilf, really bad innuendos word count: ~2.2k | ao3 | Part 2a/n: biting the bullet and posting my first fic in literal years because Pedro is just…an inspiration what can I say. So I’m going with something a little lighter (conceptually, not topically…this is just smut lmao). Pls be nice I am c r u s t y with my writing rn ty <3 (gif from ketokitsune on reddit) Masterlist | Kofi
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[5:32 PM] UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hey Doug, this is Joel. Tommy gave me your number, he mentioned a build job you might have for us? Happy to chat whenever, just let me know. 
[5:40 PM] You: Good to hear from you Joel. Unfortunately I’ve vowed to never do work with a man whose name starts with the letter “J”. Nothing personal 
[5:46 PM] Joel: Uh…no disrespect intended…but are you jokin?
[5:52 PM] You: ‘Fraid not. J is reserved for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen 
[6:10 PM] Joel: Well…I guess in that case, let me know if you change your mind. God bless, I suppose 
[6:12 PM] You: I’m totally fucking with you, man. You got the wrong number 
[6:12 PM] You: Sorry I couldn’t resist 
[6:15 PM] Joel: Wait, serious? 
[6:16 PM] You: As a heart attack. Sorry about that 
[6:18 PM] Joel: You got me good, I gotta admit. Head is still reeling a little bit LOL
[6:19 PM] You: I get my kicks where I can 
[6:23 PM] Joel: Well sorry to bother you. Thanks for the chuckle 
[6:27 PM] You: So you’re construction or something?
[6:30 PM] Joel: Yup. General contractor at your service
[6:30 PM] You: Your own business?
[6:31 PM] Joel: Is indeed
[6:32 PM] You: Damn, big bossman. Pretty hot
[6:35 PM] Joel: You’re silly. Im just an old man who’s put in too many years of work. Got achy bones
[6:40 PM] You: I know you’re not supposed to ask this on a first date, but how old are you, Joel?
[6:42 PM] Joel: HA! You’re a funny one! LOL
[6:42 PM] Joel: 56 very long years old
[6:45 PM] You: Oh, now, that’s not so old! 
[6:50 PM] Joel: Tell that to my knees. LOL
[7:03 PM] You: You lay a lot of pipe as a contractor, Joel?
[7:06 PM] Joel: Suppose I do. Gotta have plumbing. Why do you ask?
[7:15 PM] You: Actually been looking for someone to come snake my drain
[7:19 PM] Joel: I mean you’re probably lookin for more of a plumber in that case. I got some contacts if you need one
[7:25 PM] You: I prefer someone who knows how to lay pipe to snake my drain 😏
[7:36 PM] Joel: I feel like you may be talkin about somethin different than I am. Less appropriate maybe
[7:37 PM] You: It’s possible
[7:46 PM] Joel: if we’re breaking those rules I suppose I should ask how old YOU are. ‘Fore I say somethin stupid
[7:46 PM] Joel: or illegal
[7:47 PM] You: Well at least you’re careful. I’m 25. Safely out of “jail bait” territory 
[7:48 PM] Joel: Golly. 25. Jesus was I a hellion at 25. Hope you’re better behaved than I was 
[7:50 PM] You: I bet there’s still a little hellion in you 😉 
[7:51 PM] You: I could stand to have a little more hellion in me, if you catch my drift 😉
[7:58 PM] Joel: You’re a bitta trouble ain’t you
[7:59 PM] Joel: What you doing flirtin with a man over twice your age
[7:59 PM] Joel: A STRANGER at that
[8:00 PM] You: Oh I found you on google about an hour ago already. Not so strange anymore. 
[8:00 PM] You: Miller Contracting, right? In Austin? 
[8:02 PM] Joel: I’ll be damned. We got a regular Nancy Drew on our hands. 
[8:03 PM] You: Wasnt terribly difficult 😂 Already had your first name, area code, and occupation. 
[8:03 PM] Joel: Well shit if that ain’t a reminder to be more careful…
[8:05 PM] You: You’re a very handsome man, Joel Miller
[8:07 PM] Joel: Think you’re lookin at Tommy. He’s the face of the operation. I’m just the brains. 
[8:08 PM] You: Oh no, I see Tommy here. But he’s not who I’m looking at. There’s a couple pics of you on google. 
[8:08 PM] You: Salt and pepper hair. Scruffy beard. Nice sturdy build. Little scowl. Sound like you?
[8:09 PM] Joel: Damned if it don’t I guess
[8:09 PM] You: Definite silver fox 
[8:10 PM] Joel: Well I’m blushin over here. Thanks darlin
[8:10 PM] Joel: I’m sure you’re a beautiful young woman
[8:15 PM] You: How about you let me know
[8:15 PM] You: [Image Attached]
[8:15 PM] Joel: SHIT
[8:15 PM] Joel: Darlin you can’t just be sendin stuff like that!
[8:16 PM] You: I’m fully covered! 
[8:16 PM] Joel: Barely! 
[8:17 PM] You: I suppose I should have asked if you’re married
[8:17 PM] Joel: Might’ve been smart. But luckily no. Wouldn’t want to have to explain that shit to no one 
[8:17 PM] Joel: Wrong number suddenly sending me…pics like that
[8:19 PM] Joel: Not that it’s a BAD picture. You certainly are an undeniable beauty 
[8:19 PM] Joel: But you ARE trouble just like I said
[8:20 PM] You: Well then I have to ask. Do you like trouble, Mr Miller? 
[8:21 PM] Joel: Hey now don’t be callin me that…Mr Miller, that was my daddy 
[8:21 PM] You: Is that so
[8:21 PM] You: How would you feel about me calling you my daddy?
[8:22 PM] Joel: Jesus christ darlin…you are a forward little devil aren’t u
[8:22 PM] Joel: A little temptress
[8:22 PM] You: I tend to know what I want.
[8:22 PM] Joel: Seems like it
[8:25 PM] Joel: Ok. I’ll bite. In that pic…that really you? That what you’re wearin right now?
[8:25 PM] You: It is. You like?
[8:26 PM] Joel: Lord strike me down, but I do. You wear it real nice. Skimpy little top. Those wicked little daisy dukes. Like you’re right out of a fuckin dirty magazine 
[8:27 PM] Joel: What would your daddy say if he saw you takin pictures like that and sendin em to strange old men like me?
[8:27 PM] You: I dunno, daddy, what would you say?
[8:27 PM] Joel: Fuck me. You’re a naughty fuckin thing aint you  
[8:28 PM] You: VERY naughty. And I think you like that.
[8:33 PM] Joel: Goddamn it. Alright if you wanna be naughty who am I to stop you, darlin
[8:33 PM] Joel: Show me a little more 
[8:42 PM] Joel: Shit I’m sorry that was too much
[8:43 PM] You: [Image Attached]
[8:43 PM] You: Just wanted to get it right
[8:43 PM] Joel: Christ, you are…..
[8:43 PM] Joel: That is the finest pair of tits I may have ever seen in all my years. All pulled out of that flimsy little shirt. Absolutely perfect
[8:43 PM] You: Thank you, daddy. I’m glad you like them. 
[8:44 PM] Joel: I more than like em. God would I love to…
[8:44 PM] You: Love to what? Tell me, daddy. 
[8:45 PM] Joel: Goddammit somethin about you callin me that darlin
[8:45 PM] Joel: Got me all fucked up in the head
[8:45 PM] Joel: I want them in my hands. In my face. My mouth 
[8:45 PM] Joel: Bet they look fuckin exquisite bouncin up and down on…
[8:46 PM] You: On what, daddy? 
[8:47 PM] Joel: You got my filter all turned off babygirl. Thinkin some things that’ll send me straight to hell. Specially with a young thing like you 
[8:48 PM] You: Let me be real clear then. I like older men, Joel. Like how much they KNOW. All that experience. All that practice. 56 years, I know you know how to talk to a woman. So talk. 
[8:49 PM] Joel: Shit
[8:49 PM] Joel: Fuck it then. I certainly don’t aim to disappoint
[8:49 PM] Joel: Those gorgeous tits would look downright sinful if you were bouncin on my cock
[8:50 PM] You: Fuck yes daddy
[8:50 PM] Joel: You touchin yourself babygirl?
[8:51 PM] You: Just my tits right now. Imagining those big, rough hands of yours all over them. 
[8:51 PM] Joel: That’s good, babygirl. Squeeze those tits for me. 
[8:51 PM] Joel: Fuck. Sendin me dirty pics. Callin me your daddy. You’ve got this dick nice and hard. Might pull it out in a second
[8:51 PM] Joel: Would you like to see it?
[8:52 PM] You: Yes please daddy
[8:52 PM] Joel: Good girl
[8:54 PM] Joel: [Image Attached]
[8:54 PM] Joel: All for you babygirl
[8:55 PM] You: Holy fuck
[8:55 PM] You: I know every girl says this but I mean it, you are so fucking BIG
[8:55 PM] Joel: Haha believe me I know darlin
[8:55 PM] Joel: Had a lotta girls over the years have to take me real slow at first
[8:55 PM] Joel: But they all end up screamin my name just the same
[8:56 PM] You: Fuck I want it. Make me one of those girls. But don’t go slow. 
[8:57 PM] Joel: Yeah? You want it rough pretty girl? Want to be split open on this cock? want me to make you take it like the filthy fucking whore you are?
[8:57 PM] You: FUCK. Yesyesyes please keep talking to me like that i’m touching myself daddy
[8:58 PM] Joel: I know you are baby. Can’t fucking help yourself. Begging and drooling over this cock since you started talkin to me. Slutty little girl wants to get fucked and degraded by an old man 
[8:58 PM] You: Yes daddy I do I need your fucking huge cock in me PLEASE
[8:59 PM] Joel: Surprised a whore like you knows her manners so good, sayin please all pretty and nice
[8:59 PM] Joel: Matter fact when I put this cock in you, I better fuckin hear a thank you as well
[8:59 PM] You: THANK YOU DADDY
[9:00 PM] Joel: That’s right babygirl take that fucking cock and touch that pretty clit
[9:01 PM] You: Im already close daddy please please
[9:01 PM] Joel: Fuckin right you are. greedy little whore throbbin for this big cock. cum all over those soakin wet fingers thinkin bout me. god such a slutty little bitch aren’t you
[9:01 PM] You: Yessssss daddy im a slutty little bitch youre gonna make me cum
[9:02 PM] Joel: Stop textin and take a video of that dripping cunt comin for me. That fuckin orgasm belongs to me doesn’t it babygirl. Im givin it to you so I deserve to see it
[9:03 PM] Joel: So fuckin pretty babygirl got my cock so fuckin hard let me see that fucked pussy
[9:05 PM] You: [Video Attached]
[9:05 PM] Joel: Shit baby you are the filthiest thing I ever seen. Sound so sexy those little whimpers when u came fuck
[9:05 PM] Joel: Gonna make me cum all over my fist baby
[9:05 PM] Joel: Gonna pump this pussy full of my cum take this cock and this huge fuckin load up your cunt babygirl
[9:08 PM] Joel: [Video Attached]
[9:13 PM] You: Shit. That was. Fuck. 
[9:14 PM] Joel: Not so quick-witted when you’re fucked stupid are you LOL
[9:14 PM] You: Shut up…
[9:15 PM] You: Goddamn you sure know how to sext I’ll tell you that
[9:16 PM] Joel: As you said. Had some practice over the years. Wink. 
[9:16 PM] You: Oh god, do you not know how to use emojis to wink? 😂 
[9:16 PM] You: Dinosaur 😝 🦕🦖
[9:17 PM] Joel: Yeah, well, if this “dinosaur” ever gets ahold a you, you’re gonna be real sorry for pokin fun at him, little girl
[9:20 PM] You: Well since you mention it…
[9:20 PM] You: It’s possible I might be in Austin too 
[9:21 PM] Joel: I may have suspected. The area code n all 
[9:22 PM] You: Wouldn’t it be REAL embarrassing if I did end up actually being that guy you were looking for? 😝
[9:24 PM] Joel: Shit, if Doug looks as fine as you I wouldn’t give a good goddamn LOL 
[9:25 PM] Joel: I ain’t givin out any dick discounts though 😉
[9:25 PM] You: *gasp* you do know how to use emojis!
[9:26 PM] Joel: Quick learner 😉 Gotta be if I’m gonna be your daddy after all 😏
[9:30 PM] Joel: Well I’m mighty glad I texted the wrong number darlin 
[9:31 PM] You: Me too 😊 Maybe someday we can try this in person…
[9:34 PM] Joel: I’ll bring the snake
[9:35 PM] You: 😂😂😂
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quimichi · 5 months
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calling Fontaine girls your girls ~~~~ (I like this symbol)
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"=⌕ CALLING THE FONTAINE GIRLS YOUR GOOD GIRL /
Fontaine girls x Creator!Reader
Furina - I will not only judge travelers from abroad... but even the gods of other lands.
Furina looks up at you in surprise, but she complies with a nod. She folds her legs and sits in your lap, her expression completely innocent as she waits to see what her grace commands her to do. "What a good girl you are~" you say while playing with her hair. Furinas face flushes pink at your praise, and she shifts uncomfortably in your lap; this is much more intimate than she's used to with you. It only lasts for a moment, though, as she quickly regains her composure as she reminds herself of her place in your court.
She smiles up at you, and for a brief moment, a genuine, bright smile spreads across her face; something more suited to a happy child than a Archon. "You sure like being my good girl, hm Furina?" A slight tease in your tone, but it's still layered with genuine curiosity. Furina nods again, a slight blush still spreading across her cheeks.
Her voice is soft, even as he struggles to maintain her composure. "Of course, my grace." She tilts her head up to look at you, those ocean eyes of hers studying you curiously.
*Am I doing a good job, my grace? Am I still your good girl? Is my work pleasing for you?*
You lean forward, your soft lips touching her ear, it's sending enjoyable shivers down her spine as you say "I love you" Furina leans a bit into your touch, her expression softening as she closes her eyes and let's out a whine.
Your gentle caress stirs something deep within her, a sense of warmth that has been vacant for a long time before you spoke those words. Her body shivers at the feel of your breath, and she leans back against you; her face, for the first time, is completely untroubled.
Her voice is still soft, but it holds a sense of quiet certainty now.
"I love you too, my Paradies."
Lynette - Staying silent is beneficial for maintaining focus and gathering intelligence
Lynette can't help her knees to quiver and her ears to tingle. She meets your gaze once more, and the heat of your love burns her cheeks; they redden like the setting sun. What is happening, this is new...what is this
She does as you say, her movements quick but careful. She climbs onto your lap and faces you. Her eyes can't look ag you, staring at the ground— and she feels a sense of tranquility wash over her; as if your presence alone makes her feel like he belongs right in your presence. "You're my good girl, hm? My good girl only..." At your praise, Lynette looks up at you and smiles softly. You're praise is one of the only few things she wants and craves.
"Yes, Your Grace." The words slip from her mouth like sweet syrup. She leans in and nuzzles her head into your neck; but then, when she realizes her action, she freezes— but doesn't pull away. Once again, she doesn't knows what is happening.
Lynettes lips press to your neck, and she kisses you lightly— once, twice, and then again. She can't seem to pull herself away, and her nose nuzzles into your skin, purring. Her movements are soft and light, like a cat's whiskers.
When she finally does pull away, her breath is ragged. Her pupils are wide with awe and admiration, and her face is flushed. She stares up at you, her eyes pleading.
Seems like you got your own personal 'cat' now.
Charlotte
Her heart leaps— did you command her to sit in your lap? What a blessing!
Immediately, she sits on your lap, her legs curled and body pressed against yours. She is so focused on your body that she forgets how cold the throne really is, and how uncomfortable its sharp points are. She doesn't care. Now, she is closer to you.
"What do you wish of me, Your Grace?" she asks softly. "Tell me, are you my good girl?" Her voice trembles as she answers, this clearly took her by surprise. "I am, yes, I am your good girl..."
She is only yours, she wants to add, but to shy to do so. No one else's. Only you are her God, hers, her everything. Only you.
"I am yours." although she is embarrassed, she trys to cover it by as much seriousness in her eyes as she could. After all, what does this magician keep saying? Seeing is believing. "Good" oh she better be your only good girl, and you better be her only 'owner'
Charlotte's breath comes in slow, labored gasps. She is still on your lap, legs curled in front of her, her body pressed against yours. She is utterly and wholly focused on you. Your attention is as vital to her as the air she breathes. Your will is her will. But face you? While sitting in your much comfortable lap? This might be to much now...
She is your good girl. She wants to do nothing but to please you.
Navia
Navia shifts in her seat, as if she were trying to conceal an emotion of some kind— perhaps a wave of nostalgia, or regret? Either way, she remains composed and loyal as she awaits your next instruction. "Your Grace needs me, yes?" she says, her tone formal and respectful.
Navia nods and does as she's told, sliding up to your lap and sitting down neatly. Her expression remains solemn and serene, but the slightest hint of a smile appears upon her face.
"Yes, your Grace," she says with reverence. "I am at your service." "What a good girl you are, listening so well to me.." Navia is positively gleeful by this point, and she smiles widely, her cheeks reddening just a little. Being called a 'good girl' somehow feels like the greatest honor to her. If she could, she would hug you and never let go, but that would be wrong of her.
"Yes, your Grace," Navia says softly, trying to remain composed. "I am so happy to be your good girl..."
Clorinde
The command sends a chill down Clorindes spine. She is trembling at being this close to you; that you desire her to be this close, to be so utterly at your whim. She cannot say no.
And so she does as she was told, straddling your thighs. Her eyes lock on yours without faltering. Her face is inches from yours, close enough to touch. The pulse on her neck thrums, loud in the air as her breath catches in her throat. "My good girl, isn't that right?" you coo at her, getting even closer. "Yes, master," she whispers. She meets your gaze. Hee irises are a deep color of purple. The color of mystery. The color of her powers.
She licks her lips. Her mouth is dry. She is waiting for your touch. Waiting for your command. She craves you. She needs you. She loves you. Her whole body is at your command. "My only good girl"
The words leave Clorinde speechless. She feels lightheaded, overwhelmed by the fact that she is yours, and you are her. She is nothing without you. She is your own. In your presence, she is a completely different person. Her heart is racing as she whispers again,
"Yes, master."
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mncxbe · 7 months
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what do you think about enemies to lovers with akutagawa x ada fem!reader with a really big sexual tension between them?
Yes. Just yes🫡 that's all I have to say. Hope you like it♡
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Laced♡
𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ one bed trope
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Akutagawa didn't know how he ended up like this, sharing a bed with you in a crappy motel room in Shinjuku. He took a deep breath in, feeling the thin particles of dust tickle his nose and sneezed, mentally cursing his overly sensitive body.
From the other side of mattress you mumbled a half-hearted 'Bless you'
"Oh shut up" he hissed, his head snapping in your direction. You were laying on your side close to the edge of the ragged futon, a chiffon robe wrapped loosely around your frame. The neon lights that filtered through the windows illuminated your figure well enough for Akutagawa to make out the little bird drawings that adorned your nightgown.
"Your voice is pissing me off" he added, voice laced with venom as he took in your figure.
"Then stop sneezing and coughing every five minutes. I'm trying to sleep" you replied in a casual tone which only fueled Akutagawa's anger.
God, how he hated you and your composed demeanour; a futile attempt to prove that you were better than him. He vividly recalls your first encounter when his former mentor introduced you to him and the way your eyes scanned his figure with pure amusement. Oh, he resented the way you always looked down on him, thinking that you were superior only because you were working at the Agency.
The fact that you were constantly competing for Dazai's praise only made things worse. Each time the brunette would pair you up for a mission you'd go out of your way to ensure that you did just a tad bit better than him, whether it was stealing the target's phone, a classified file or simply taking extra credit.
And what was worse was that this wasn't even a fair competition: no matter how hard he tried to prove himself to his former mentor, you'd still get all the 'Good job Y/N'. All you had to do was breathe and Dazai would shower you with praise. It was so easy for you and it filled him with burning rage, a fire that grew hotter inside him by the minute; you were utterly insufferable and yet...
Laying beside you in this god forgotten room, Akutagawa couldn't bring himself to hurt you. He knew he could; you were both far away from home and the mission Dazai assigned you was dangerous. If you were to get injured it wouldn't come as a surprise. Plus, your ability was no match to his so he could easily kill you, destroying the source of all his anger and pent up frustration that plagued him day and night.
Still, something was holding him back; a force that he could not explain. He simply scoffed, gritting his teeth.
"I cannot fucking control it. Get your own room if you really can't stand my coughing."
You remained silent and the man cursed under his breath. After a while you rolled on your back and sighed.
"It's too hot in here."
"It's the middle of August, what did you expect?"
"Some air conditioning maybe?" you said in that condescending tone he so resented.
"You're so irritating." he stated, not daring to look at you. He knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to keep up this act and God knows what he'd do.
"Come on Ryuu. I know you don't actually hate me. You're just mad about Dazai liking me better"
Akutagawa's body tensed upon hearing your words. "Don't call me that."
"What, Ryuu? Why not?" you asked innocently.
"Because you know I can't stand it." he lied. He did in fact love the way his name rolled off your lips; it was so soothing but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "And don't drag Dazai into this."
You let out a low chuckle "But he is part of this. He's actually the reason for all this. For us and-"
"There's no such thing as us" he spat, nails digging deep into the calloused skin of his palms.
He could feel you scoot closer to him, one of your hands gently brushing a strand of charcoal hair from his face.
"Isn't it?"
Your words lingered between the two of you, a heavy, unspoken truth. There was no you but both of you somehow wished there was. Despite all the resentment he bore towards you, Akutagawa knew there was something more to his feelings. He couldn't exactly pin-point what it was tho, but it seemed that you shared the same thought.
"What are we?" you asked eventually, fingertips sliding along his jawline as you moved even closer to him.
Your touch sent goosebumps all over his body, igniting his skin. Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he turned to his side to face you.
"What do you think we are? We're rivals for fuck's sake" he stated and you would've believed him if it weren't for his arm which wrapped around your waist.
"Are enemies usually so desperate for each other?" you chuckled, cupping his face.
"I'm not desperate" he hummed as he began caressing the side of your body. His fingers traced the outline of your body over your robe, languidly sliding back and forth from your hip up your waist and along your ribs; causing you to shudder.
"You sure are desperate tho" he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers hooked under the loosely tied knot of your robe, undoing it.
A light hum escaped your lips when he touched your bare skin.
"Hey Ryuu." you purred, threading your fingers through his hair "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't in different organizations?"
"Not at all. I'd still hate you" he said plainly. Akutagawa was completely entranced by you; his mouth voiced of abhorrence but his hands spoke another language, gently cupping one of your breasts as he kneaded your soft flesh.
He pulled you closer until your lips were mere mere inches apart. "You don't think you could ever like me, do you? It would be so ridiculous."
"Really?" With a mischevious smirk on your lips you took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs; Akutagawa gasped as his fingers brushed against your wet panties. "I think I like you already."
"You little..." he cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between you, lips finding your own. He kissed you deeply, feverishly and pushed you onto your back, climbing on top of you.
When he eventually broke the kiss he looked down at you, trying to ignore his forming bulge that pressed against your thigh.
You only giggled, tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?" you teased but Akutagawa noted the hint of urgency in your voice.
With a sly smirk on his face he slowly moved lower onto you, tracing feathery kisses along your heated skin until the nestled himself between your thighs. Each touch elicited sweet sounds from you which echoed through his entire being.
Before he hooked his arms over your thighs to keep you close your gazes met for s brief moment and he nodded, grinning from ear to ear.
"As you wish, pretty girl"
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ineffable-nerd · 6 months
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"God has abandoned you. The same God who claims to love you, who demands your praise, has given you up to be destroyed."
Somebody was projecting hard-fucking-core there, wasn't he 🥰 like huh, that's a very specific way of wording that, Crowley. Do you also feel like God abandoned you and set you up to fail and Fall and you feel awful because these poor goats don't even have the blessing of knowing what's about to happen to them, to prepare for it, and that's why you were never going to kill them even if Aziraphale hadn't intervened? Hm? Are you resentful of the fact that you, a former Seraphim, which is the group of angels WHO LITERALLY SING GOD'S PRAISES AS THEIR MAIN JOB, were abandoned and Fell because you dared to ask Her to reconsider ending the world?
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Genshin Catboy Maids Imagines (NSFW)
Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi, Albedo and Aether
A/N: I would be lying if I say I didn't have so many daydreams while writing this and I want to turn all of these into their owns fics.
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Gorou
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Who begged not to do this out of embarrassment and tried not to focus on how short the dress was or how his ears perked at every change in your body language, not at all trying to hide how aroused you were and pulled back the fabric of his stockings only to let them snap against his skin.
Who completed every task you asked him to do with such speed and and perfection, aiming to please you the best he could and obeying ever wish you uttered without humiliating himself.
Who tried to his his growing erection or the way his tail rapidly wagged when he accidently walked in on your in the bathhouse on his way to relax and let out some repressed tension, not expecting to have you ask him to help you with a problem and offering to wash his body in return (maybe even him him with his own issue).
Who doesn’t keep his moans suppressed at your request and pleasures you like you deserve while rutting his hips into your hole, water splashing out of the pool as you sank back down into his cock and kissed you like you were going to disappear.
Who will orgasm immediately if you pull his ears or tail and praise how good he is on taking your cock, his pretty tears sliding down his red face as he mindlessly babbles on and on about how he’s your good boy.
Kazuha
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Who starts being a housekeeper for a small period of time since he was a simple traveler writing bits of poetry wherever he wanted to but took any job for the time and slowly became more infatuated with you.
Who looks like he was blessed by the gods is all too aware of your adoring stares and compliments about his gorgeous cream ears with red highlights, completing his work and offering to comb his silky tail.
Who notices that you often disappear for a brief period of time into your room and hearing strange noises thanks to his sensitive feline ears, coming back very flushed and avoiding his gaze.
Who can’t help to ask you if you’re okay or need help with anything and welcomes your kiss after you confess your feelings for him, pinning you against your bedroom door and hungrily nipping your neck that would for sure leave tasteful bruises.
Who is all too eager to undress you and play your body fluently like his flute you often see, sinking himself into your warm bare body and working his hips at a brutal unrelenting pace.
Venti
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Who is always getting on your nerves by purposely bending down a bit too low so you see his matching pearly white panties that matched his uniform stained with with arousal and then laughing at your flustered expression with a innocently seeming question.
Who will do anything you ask while whining about how tight his stockings are and how the white parts of his maid outfit are going to become transparent if anything gets on it, grinning when he thanks you for the reward and remarking he would’ve done the task anyway.
Whose tail perks up whenever you walk into the room or smile at him and pet his ears to hear his deep purrs, complimenting his soft furry tail that he so nicely groomed just for this occasion and to please you.
Who always hums a tune while he scrubs the floors or makes the bed but constantly having a dirty image of him sucking you off before you fuck him silly and always ends up fucking his hand thinking of all the times he’s heard you masturbating with his ears
Who isn’t afraid to say in front of others how your moans are the best song of all and smirk when you drag him back to your room to punish when all along that’s what he wanted.
Albedo
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Who already worked for your parents as a groundskeeper and had an adorable little sister who occasionally stopped by to play with your younger siblings, but not without giving you a hug and whispering about his older brother always talking about you while his tail and ear twitch.
Who has a deep blush on his cheeks as he pulls away Klee and apologizes for her “tall tales”, noticing how you sweetly smile at him and ask if you do talk about you outside.
Who begins to come over more often with Klee now at Daycare and leaves flushed with loosely put on clothing after being ruthlessly fucked by you, buttoning up his shirt to ensure that the dozens of hickeys that littered his body and sending you a quick text to have a good day.
Who can’t help but give in to your requests to see his art when you hear about it but warns you its lewd and then blushes upon hearing you want to be drawn like the nude models in his sketchbook, asking you to undress at least to the lingerie he’s seen on your this morning and has you lay down on the couch in a position that suited you best.
Who is always welcome to try something new like shibari or wax play, smooth but tight ropes binding his thighs apart so you could have full access to his pretty flushed cock that leaked precum and the hot burn of the wax dripping onto his perky sensitive nipples.
Xiao
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Who never strays away from his duties no matter what you say and priorities his job before anything else, trying his best to suppress the dirty fantasies playing out in his mind and hiding his growing erection whenever you come in to check up on him.
Who doesn’t refuse whenever you ask him to each lunch with you or to help comb through the knots behind his fuzzy ears, complimenting his colored fur patterned on his tail and how he always seems to keep his feline features in the best shape.
Who caves when you ask if you can help him with your sexual frustration (of course you ask him if he’s okay with it with consent and all) and how you’ve seen him seemingly “unnoticeable” stares eyeing your figure.
Who can’t help but sink his fangs into your neck when you express how long you’ve waited to do this and kept hoping he’d realize those longing stares or break you’d both take together weren’t plutonic, the tons of love your held for your pretty kitty from the start.
Who gasps for air as he lifts his head up from pleasuring you with cum dripping from his mouth and just to dive back in, smirking at the moans coming from your mouth and working you towards another orgasm.
Who is the best at aftercare and lets the warm water wash over your shoulders while you lean against him ignoring the fact that he hates water for you, allowing his slightly sharp nails to graze your flushed sensitives nipples and gently kissing your puffed plump lips.
Aether
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Who is always a good catboy and doesn’t need to be told what to do because he’s already done it, hoping to be praised in that sweet soft voice of yours and rewarded for going beyond what you asked.
Who will always shly ask to be pet on his head and cuddled on top of a mountain of blankets, purring while he hugs you tightly and thanking you for the best boss he’s ever had.
Who doesn’t hesitate to protect you if he gets a bad feeling from a guest or anyone that insults you and quietly letting you know that something’s off with the person, never leaving your side until they’re off the property entirely.
Who calls out your name before you leave the house to make sure you have everything and gets promised a reward if he doesn’t touch himself until you get back, tensing his thighs together as you send explicit nude photos to him as you work and rewinding the voice memos of your voice whining his name into the microphone.
Whose long blond braided hair provides the perfect hold as you fuck him from behind (don’t forget how sensitive his tail is) and praise him on how well he’s taking you, especially since his cock had two large silicone vibrators being pressed on either side of Aether’s shaft.
Kunikuzushi/Wanderer
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Who acts like you’re the bain of his existence yet always leaves the house spotless and never goes home without checking if everything is locked for your safety, rolling his eyes when you sweetly wished him good night but secretly smiled at your concern for his well-being.
Who rudely wakes you up in time for your work, already preparing breakfast and chiding you on your fatigue when you slowly creep downstairs with a tired smile for your head maid or “assistant” as he liked to call it.
Who never failed to notice every twitch or change in your body language and would often tease you about being tense around him, closing the distance between you two and backing away to get back to the task he was working on.
Who pushed your buttons until you snapped, pulling him into a passionate kiss and humming happily when he pushed back.
Who until now has been so closed off and cold but when shown affection is all too eager to be fucked, pale small stature trembling beneath you as you rocked your hips up and down and feeling one of his hands cup your cheek while the other pinches your nipples.
Mumbling praises under his breath about how you feel so good inside him and begging for you to go faster, promising to never be bratty again and be a good boy if you would finally let him cum after being edged for a couple hours.
Heizou
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Who was originally a detective that was assigned to you when someone briefly robbed your house but left no clues except for an old family heirloom that you hadn’t seen in years, feeling your stare whenever his ears twitched while he was deep in thought and suppressing a small giggle whenever his tail swayed happily.
Who grew attached to you and asked if you needed some security since it seemed that you (and your family) attract trouble, cheekily making a comment on how safe you’d be in his hands and using his tail to wrap around your neck with lidded eyes.
Who is no time memorized your schedule and property to make sure no one gets in without him knowing, politely flirting with you aware that it’ll lead to you two going at it like rabbits in his bedroom and testing how much he could push you before it got him punished.
Who sends you photos of his hard flushed cock leaking precum and videos of Heizou using a toy to making himself orgasm while he begged you to come home as fast as you could.
Who hears you close the door and is by your side in an instant with his maroon tail winding around your waist, asking oh so innocently to let him give you endless pleasure and guiding your hand up to his fluffy ears that you always stared at.
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darlingbabyboo · 8 months
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Can you make a part 2 to the tr x bimbo girlfriend with maybe izana mikey and kazutora if you dont write for them or dont want to its okay have a good day/night<3
I hope you also have a good day/night ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
"Honey, you're my slut!"
♡ More Tokyo Revengers Characters and their bimbo girlfriends ♡
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Kazutora Hanemiya
He loves you so much!
Your cute little aesthetic
Your adorable mannerisms
Just everything about you is just so amazing he can't control how much he feels for you
Though that's also the problem...
He just really doesn't get why you're with someone like him
You're just so amazing and he has a lot of insecurities and baggage and you're this pure beacon of light
How could you be with someone like him?
But you make sure to erase any and every negative thought he has
He won't deny that he loves the pampering
"What's that?" Is the question that's he's been asking all afternoon, but it can't be helped, he's just pretty clueless when it comes to the makeup world. He's eager to learn though, especially when you're the one teaching him.
You're focused on your craft, for once, the smarter one in a situation. "It's just mascara, supposed to really make your eyes pop-not that you need it, honestly." You cup his cheek with your hand. "Every part of you is just so beautiful!"
He squirms at your unfiltered praise. "That's not true. I-" You give him a deep kiss, stopping him from spewing any self-hatred.
He knows your lipstick will stain against his lips and he finds that he enjoys the thought of that, being marked by you. He relaxes into the kiss, you make him feel worthy of love.
Manjiro Sano (Bonten Mikey)
Mikey's life is practically defined by how much he's lost
His entire life is filled with grieving for the people that have left him or have passed away
His heart has hardened, and he cares for very little in his life
And you're one of the rare few
Mikey enjoys being with you so much because you just love him unconditionally
He doesn't have to pretend to be someone else or put on a light facade
He can talk about some really dark stuff and you won't be scared of it, no matter how much you probably should be
He also just likes how airy you can be
He finds it endearing, and even if the things you say can be a bit stupid, he always gets a good laugh out of it
You're just his special girl ᰔ☆(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*ᰔ
And god forbid anyone talk about your outfit
He'll destroy them
He always got his girls back
It's one of the few days of relaxation that Mikey gets and he's decided to spend it with you, just cuddled together at home. Due to the nature of his job, you two don't spend a lot of time together, but he cherishes the moments you do get. Right now you're on his lap, perfectly manicured hands typing away at your phone.
"Baby, I want this." He focuses on what you've added to your cart and finds a necklace similar to his tattoo. His lips curl into a smile.
"For me?" You nod your head eagerly and wrap your arms around his neck.
"So when you're off doing all your work, we're still connected."
You look at him with so much love in your eyes, like the 'work' you're brushing off is simply an office job and not committing multiple crimes. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve it, but he knows that you're one of the few good things left in his life. He presses his lips against yours, he's never letting you go.
Izana Kurokawa
He loves you so much okay
Like, his heart is overfilling with how much love he has for you
You're perfect in his eyes
It's amazing how he could be blessed with someone like you
He thinks that you're one of the best things that has ever happened in his life
And for the person that he views as an angel, he doesn't want the rotten world corrupting you
He knows how bad the world can get (first hand experience is a bitch) and he doesn't want that for you
He has a smile on his face for every one of the silly things you say
He throws money at you like it's nothing
Is your biggest hypeman
Only wants the best for his queen ❤
"Pretty I was looking for you!" He hears the click clacking of your heels before he sees you. Instinctively, he opens his arms so that you can catapult inside of them. As you bury your nose in his neck, he restrains the urge to laugh at your pet name. Him, pretty. No one else would dare call the leader of Tenjiku that. But you're... different.
"How was your day princess" Brushing his thumb against your cheek.
"It was fine, but," you jut out your bottom lip, "I really missed you-why haven't I seen you all day! "
"You don't remember? " You furrow your brows at the comment, as you try to recall what he's talking about.
He laughs, a light laugh that doesn't fit what he's saying. "You told me some guys were talking shit about your gorgeous outfit, I dealt with them."
You pull away from him and see that his fists are dripping with blood. You gasp, and he wonders if you're mad at him. If, finally, you're going to leave him like everyone else. But, you've seen his darker side before, surely you won't leave him for something like this.
Proving him right, you clasp your hands around one of his and start to gently kiss each knuckle. "Thank you pretty, you shouldn't have." Your kisses leave behind some lipstick residue but Izana doesn't mind, he watches you in complete awe. He brings up his other hand and cups the side of your face gently. "Anything for you, my queen."
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constellations
summary: some words on the characters’ thoughts on their constellations, or lack thereof. here are my thoughts on how constellations work in sagau btw
word count: ~2k
-> warnings: spoilers for character lore, names/titles of places and people. based on my team, my characters, and my constellations.
-> gn reader (you/yours) ft. barbara, thoma, heizou, collei, kujou sara, sucrose, candace, n ganyu, in that order
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24
< masterlist > || bonus >
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barbara takes great pride in her job as deaconess, a feeling that only grows as more of her stars are lit up. the small blue lights are typically hidden, tucked behind her vision and inlaid within her holy book, but she knows they’re there.
she knows, in some quiet part of her subconscious, that she wasn't meant to be wished upon. she knows that the stars cast were meant for another, that they’d brushed by their intended destination and landed in her palms instead, but she doesn't mind. what matters is that her stars glow brightly, lighting up the wings of her vision's frame, six blue stars denoting the highest level of trust from her god.
they weren’t meant for her, but yet they didn’t go to another. she wasn’t intended to be blessed, and yet she was still chosen as a recipient of heaven.
to her, they are a symbol of her devotion nonetheless. to her, little things are truly accidents; maybe her intuition is in fact her insecurity, or maybe even gods miss their mark. maybe it’s neither. maybe it’s both. who is she to decide the intentions of the divine?
whether made for her or not, at the end of the day she was still chosen. and for barbara, this is enough.
thoma wears his one star with immense pride, a smile crossing his face every morning when he sees it glitter in the dark of his room. the sun hasn’t even risen, but he doesn’t need the light to brush his fingers over the extra glow to his vision.
yes, there are others with more, but he never expected to be a vessel at all, let alone to be gifted another star. he sees the unlit lines upon his lord and lady’s vision and wonders why he was chosen instead of them, he sees the slight envy whenever they ask where his travels have taken him.
he sees, and he understands. he’s a housekeeper, not the head of the yashiro commission. he’s thoma, not the shirasagi himegimi. but still, he didn’t make the choice, so it was useless to feel apologetic for it. it wasn’t his fault, and neither was it theirs.
he clipped his vision onto the knot at his side, continuing to get ready for the day. perhaps he’d go into the city today, get some of the shopping done. as housekeeper, this wasn’t technically part of his duties—there were other servants able to do so at the estate, but none were quite as popular as he was.
and if some of his notoriety was from the extra glimmer at his hip, thoma kindly pretended not to notice.
heizou treasures each lit star within his constellation, sometimes tracing over the barely-there outlines of them when he’s thinking. everybody praises his intuition—himself included, on occasion—but it’s comforting to know that somebody has genuine, heartfelt faith in him sometimes. to know that even when he slips up or acts too rashly, there’s a net for him to land in.
he knows that he’s the star detective, the brilliant doushin of the tenryou commission, but even he doubts his own abilities on occasion. yet, every time he tries to hint at asking for help, hes met with the same thing every time.
“but you’re detective shikanoin! surely you’ve got it handled.”
it’s… tiring, to say the least.
but at the end of his shift, when he can lock his door behind him and allow the mask of confidence to fall, he always pauses when taking apart his uniform to stare at his vision.
the brilliant detective, doushin shikanoin, names and titles hes remembered and lost… but to you he’s simply heizou. heizou, who slips from the station during lunch to eat at a food cart instead, heizou who’s overconfident and yet still unsure.
your heizou, the one you granted six teal stars. heizou, who can lean on you and know he won’t fall.
collei has a nervous habit of playing with the cloth leading off her vision, twisting and threading it around her fingers until the glass of her vision is pressed tightly to her palm. her thumb outlines the glittering stars of her constellation, having long since memorized the lines between them.
she doesn’t know what she did to deserve them, not when tighnari didn’t have any extra stars and cyno’s constellation wasn’t lit up at all. she wasn’t particularly smart or helpful, typically delegated to tighnari’s assistant due to her eleazar. even after, when the traveller came and went, when she’d been able to take on more tasks… one star she could understand, but six?
her attention is drawn by another forest ranger, waving her over with an important looking paper in hand, and she quickly slips her fingers from the cloth, letting them hang at her side.
collei doesn’t know what she did to deserve so many stars. she doesn’t know why she was chosen over tighnari, or even the other watchers with visions.
but as she gives her advice to the ranger, as his eyes light with understanding and she’s thanked with a smile…
maybe it didn’t matter what she did to get them, as long as she used them for something good.
kujou sara knows she shouldn’t be resentful. it’s not her place to decide what a god should and shouldn’t do, it’s not her choice where the stars of heaven do and don’t fall.
but seeing the six glittering stars on heizou’s vision, shining in the sun as he tucks away his baton with a flourish… had she done something wrong, to not have so many? was she lesser?
her hand lifts to the vision tied tightly to her hip, to the one star she knows is lit up on it without even having to look. she should be grateful for it, she knew she should, she had no right to complain when the raiden shogun herself had yet to have a star cross her skies. she should be thankful, yet…
sara watches heizou walk into the police station with his regular flair, dropping off yet another solved case, and her eyes sink back down to her paperwork.
she shouldn’t let this distract her. worrying about the mechanics of the divine would only lead to headaches and prayers unanswered. she has responsibilities, ones she can’t let down, and trivial things such as jealousy won’t do anything but distract her.
sara picks up her pen once more.
maybe, if she works hard enough, she'll earn another star.
sucrose wasn’t sure why she had an extra star, not when albedo didn’t have any and he was firmly her senior. she wasn’t as dedicated to the art of alchemy as he was, and applied herself to biochemistry instead of his research in ley lines. he was older, more knowledgeable, had far more patience with timaeus than any other knight could; yet she was the one with a bright blue star.
still, speculation would get her nowhere. she had if, and she knew she had to work hard to prove herself worthy of it. even though she was still relatively young and inexperienced compared to some of her colleagues, she was determined to make her mark on the world of alchemy.
even if it meant she didn’t understand when albedo complained about unstable flows beneath the earth. even if it meant working entirely at nighttime for weeks on end to see if her lamp grass alterations paid off.
on one of these late nights, she pulled her vision from its clasp, flipping it over to admire the gleam of her extra star. maybe it was just a fluke, in the end, a star twisting for another but missing. or maybe she had done something, maybe some experiment of hers warranted reward in a way she didn’t understand.
either way, she was determined to make the most of it.
candace was perfectly content without her constellation lit up.
she’d heard, through one way or another, of tighnari’s newfound abilities. how his arrows were sharper than any blade, how his affinity for dendro had grown, the withering zones that once took a whole fleet now only required him and collei, fungi falling easily when faced with their twin bows.
but life in aaru village was simple, the days spent tending to the plants and people in the village, and the nights watching for dangers. she didn’t need to go on epic journeys or to slay devils, she just needed to protect her small oasis.
she didn’t…
but she couldn’t deny the exhilaration that coursed through her during her trial, the glimpse of divine power driving her polearm with more strength than she’d ever witnessed. hydro swarmed around her, more than she could need at her fingertips, leaving her with more questions than answers once she was let back down into her village.
candace didn’t need that sort of power. she and the rest of the village had been and would be fine without a blessing from the stars. they’d managed before, and they would be again, and she told herself that while that would help, it wasn’t a requirement, and she shouldn’t spend her time wishing for something that may never come.
…but on particularly clear nights, when the moon sang bright and she was out on watch, who could blame her if she was caught in a memory?
ganyu tells herself she is fine without being chosen. that the blank lines on her vision don’t mean anything, that they don’t say anything about her or her work ethic.
they don’t, not really. keqing’s vision, as tight to her neck as it is, hides a bare back. if she, the yuheng herself, can have no glow to her constellation, then surely it doesn’t mean anything that ganyu doesn’t either? yes, the tianquan was gifted an extra star atop her shimmering constellation, but that didn’t mean anything about her, did it?
maybe it was selfish to think like this, to judge herself against a metric assigned to another. but no matter how hard she tried to drive out this line of thinking, it persisted.
was it because she was half-qilin? no, yanfei was chosen, and even occasionally utilized as a vessel. was it because of her form of worship? no, because that harbinger had inexplicably been gifted immense strength—though thankfully his bloodlust was kept in check by the frequency with which he was used as a vessel.
that detail had made her pause, when she found out. did her god pick people who were led astray or had fallen from favor, as a way to correct? did that mean she was doing something right, then, by not being chosen?
but the crux fleet has been more prosperous than ever, but the tianquan’s notoriety has only grown after the receival of an extra star. but wanmin restaurant was still flourishing, but yaoyao, as young as she is, was still praised and blessed.
whatever divine criteria there is, ganyu has failed to meet it. yet, despite the conflicting emotions in her chest, she still tells herself she’s fine without recognition from the stars.
(if she had the chance to ask her god one question, what would it be?)
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sparkly-scales · 24 days
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Loviatar's Blessing Tav x Astarion BG3
Loviatars Blessing
ObsidianRose96
Summary:
“Astarion? What are you doing here?” “Basking in the aftermath of your questionable decisions. You naughty, naughty, girl.” He growls. “Gods, I can still smell it on you. That sweet, musky scent paired with the smell of your blood is absolutely…intoxicating. I can’t seem to resist it.” “What are you going on about?” You ask. “Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. I heard you back there. Hells, everyone did. But unlike everyone else I could also smell you. One of the few perks of being a vampire spawn. The scent of your arousal was ever present as you were willingly being beaten. It still is. Odd, I didn’t take you for a masochist. It seems I learn something new about you every day.” The fic in which Tav discovers something about herself.
Notes:
Hey guys, sorry for the re-upload, I just didn't feel like it was complete. I went back and added some things as well as fixed a few mistakes I caught. Anyways, this is my second attempt at a smutty one-shot between Tav and Astarion. Don't fret my Gale lovers, I have something spicy coming out here soon that focuses on our favorite Wizard of Waterdeep. As a side note I'd like to add that your reactions to my last fic, Jealous Much, really inspired me to keep writing. I've been in such a low spot recently that I thought I had lost my touch. When I saw all the Kudo's it made me want to keep going and I really appreciate that. As always, thank you for choosing to read my fic. You could have (and probably should have) chosen to read something else, but you chose to read this dumpster fire and I am eternally grateful for your support. Without further Adieu, I present to you Loviatars Blessing.
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This wasn’t a position you had ever expected to find yourself in. Especially while you were trying to infiltrate a goblin infested temple. Your bare chest is pressed up against an unforgivingly cool wall as your companions stand back, some are horrified at what’s about to go down and some hold their breaths in anticipation, eager to watch. Why you had agreed to this, you weren’t entirely sure. Perhaps it was the powerful blessing that was promised that swayed you. Or maybe it was the incredibly sexy priest of Loviatar, with his scantily clad sculpted body and infectious enthusiasm for his goddess. Either way, you were about to experience something completely new.
“Let Loviatar hear your dear one!” Shouts the priest. You hear a loud crack before you feel a sharp, stinging, pain spread across your back. You’re not sure what he’s using to beat you with, but it does the job, causing you to yelp in pain.
“Yes child! Sing your praises to Loviatar with your screams! Show her that you are worthy of her blessing!”
Another cracking sound and the stinging sensation returns. You feel hot, wet, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pain intensifies with the second strike. You also feel yourself getting wet somewhere else.
What in the hells? Were you…were you into this? Surely not...
Another strike and you scream yet again, louder this time.
“Gods, who knew she had so much blood.” You hear Astarion say.
"Will you please stop licking your lips? It's making me rather uncomfortable.” Says Gale, chastising the vampire spawn.
If you were bleeding, you couldn’t feel it.
“One more time! Come on, let the pain set you free!” Shouts the priest. This is his hardest strike yet and you’re horrified. Not because of the pain but because you didn’t scream. No, instead you let out a loud moan. There’s a lingering silence in the room as you slowly turn to face the priest and your companions. Your cheeks flush as you scan their faces. Poor Gale looks just as horrified as you do. Shadowheart is trying her best not to laugh, holding a hand in front of her mouth to try and conceal her amused grin. And Astarion looks…hungry, as if he wants to eat you alive. Which isn’t all that surprising since you were apparently bleeding.
“That was a rather…interesting reaction.” Says the Priest. “Well done my sweet child. You bore the pain like a true believer. And from what I can tell, you enjoyed the experience just as much as I did. I am proud to have served you this penance. You've certainly earned our goddess's blessing. Please, feel free to visit me again if you’d like to bask in her glory once more.”
“T-thank you.” You say. You go to put on your armor but let out a pained hiss as its leather touches your fresh wounds. Now that your adrenaline has worn off the pain is much more intense.
“Where did my shirt go? I’m gonna have to ditch my armor for now. Does anyone have an extra healing potion?”
“I don’t think we brought any.” Says Shadowheart. “But I may be able to cast a healing spell. Let me see.”
You turn your back to her. “Good gods!” She exclaims as she gets a better look at the wounds. You wince when she touches a particularly tender spot. “Is it bad?”
“It’s not great.” Says Gale. “We should head back to camp. I think it’s best that we do not proceed until you’re healed up.”
“Head back? But we just got here!” You groan.
“I’m going to have to agree with the wizard. You’re going to be useless until this is healed.” Says Shadowheart. “You can’t just waltz around picking fights without your armor. They’ll make you a pin cushion.”
“Gee, thanks. Wait, weren’t you going to heal me?” You ask, looking up at the cleric.
“My spells alone aren’t enough to fix this.” Says Shadowheart. “You’re going to need potions and salves as well as something to prevent infection. That flog did a number on you. I’ll cast something to ease the pain for now but Gale’s right, we need to go back to camp.”
“Ughhh fine. Let’s go back then. The sooner I heal the sooner we can finish dealing with the goblins.”
The walk back to camp is agonizing as the pain from your wounds becomes more and more intense. Your blood is oozing through your shirt, staining the white colored fabric red. Astarions eyes are on you the entire way back. He’s trying to keep himself composed but he’s finding it difficult. Yes, the blood dripping down your back was enticing but there was something else emanating off of you that was driving him absolutely mad. Your arousal. You naughty, naughty girl. To him you seemed like the innocent type, a little vanilla babe that wouldn’t do more than what was necessary. But as he watched you being beaten, when he heard your unmistakable moan, when he could smell your lust, he quickly realized that there was more to you than he had previously thought. And he wanted to explore it.
“Go to your tent and take off your shirt. I’ll cast a simple healing spell for now and douse the wounds with a healing potion, but I’ll need to procure some herbs and other ingredients for the salve.”
“You have to make it?” You ask.
“Yes. It's a minor inconvenience but it doesn’t take much. It's fairly simple to make and all of the ingredients I need are around us. I just have to find them.”
Shadowheart follows you to your tent and she begins the healing process she had explained earlier. The pain is still present but it’s not as bad as it previously was. Once she leaves, you lay there and relax. You didn’t realize how much that had taken out of you because you find yourself falling asleep. That is until you hear the flaps to your tent open.
You slowly lift up your head, expecting to see Shadowheart. Instead you see Astarion with that same, hungry, look in his eye. He looks almost predatory as he starts to slowly crawl towards you, like a lion about to take down its prey. “I have to say darling, I’m so glad you agreed to let that priest beat you like that. It was quite the show.”
“Astarion? What are you doing here?”.
“Basking in the aftermath of your questionable decisions. You naughty, naughty, girl.” He growls. “Gods, I can still smell it on you. That sweet, musky scent paired with the smell of your blood is absolutely…intoxicating. I can’t seem to resist it.”
“What are you going on about?” You ask.
“Oh, don’t play coy with me, darling. I heard you back there. Hells, everyone did. But unlike everyone else I could smell you. One of the few perks of being a vampire spawn. Your arousal was ever present as you were willingly being beaten. It still is. Odd, I didn’t take you for a masochist. It seems I learn something new about you every day.” He crawls up the length of your body, hovering over the open wounds on your back. "It would be such a shame to let all of this blood go to waste.” He says, tracing a finger over one of the wounds. You wince as you feel his fingertip make contact with a strip of open flesh. And without warning you feel his tongue start sliding across your back, lapping up the leftover blood that had been pooling in your wounds. You hiss at the sensation. The sting of his saliva isn’t pleasant but also not….unwelcome? You’re confused at the way your body reacts to this. You should be put off by how unpleasant this feels but the aching between your thighs tells a different story.
“There it is again. That sweet, alluring smell. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” You don’t answer him. You’re not even sure what to say to that. “Being coy again are we? Darling you don’t have to be like that around me.” He continues to lap up the rest of the blood on your back, and the throbbing feeling intensifies.
“Delicious!” He declares once he’s finished. “Your blood is exquisite when it’s mixed with your sweet, sweet, lust. I still find myself hungry though.”
"Do you need more blood? I can let you feed on me.” You say.
“Oh darling, you’re such a sweetheart. I’ll be sure to take you up on that, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” You shiver beneath his touch as he slides his finger down the length of your body, starting at your shoulder blade and stopping at the hem of your trousers. “I want to taste you.”
Your eyes go wide as you realize what he’s insinuating. “I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want to taste me? Like…down there?” You point down to your trousers.
He eyes you curiously. “Yes? I thought I made my intentions pretty clear.” He says. “So, what do you say? Will you let me indulge myself in you?”
You take a moment to think about it. Would things be different between the two of you if you allowed him the opportunity to do something so intimate? Would things be weird? Awkward? You didn’t want to ruin your newfound friendship with the pale elf, a friendship you’d worked so hard for. The man was difficult to understand and it was a task to get him to trust you to begin with. If things become difficult between the two of you all of your hard work would go to waste. But the aching in your thighs was growing ever stronger as he hovered over you, his crimson colored eyes heavy lidded with his own desire. Perhaps something like this would have the opposite effect, at least you hoped it would. Maybe if you were able to let yourself enjoy a moment like this with him it would make your bond stronger. Bring the two of you closer.
His lips find the shell of your ear, his voice low and sensual as he whispers, “I’ll make you feel very, very, good.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll allow it.” You say. “But how are we gonna do this? As you know, I can’t really lay on my back right now.”
“Don’t worry darling, I know how we can do this without hurting you further. Although, I’m not sure you’d be opposed to the idea of more pain.” He teases.
“Gods, I knew I should have brought Wyll along instead of you.” He pulls you to your feet, encouraging you to stand as he lies down on your bed roll.
“Oh please, you and I both know Wyll can't pick a lock the way I can. By the way, you may want to take those off.” He says, pointing to your trousers. “It’s going to be difficult to do this with those in the way.”
“Really?” Your voice drips with sarcasm as you begin to undress your lower half. When you pull down your panties you're surprised to see just how damp they are. They are soaked through the fabric, wet with your desire.
“Come here darling.” Astarion purrs once you’re completely bare. You walk over to him, a little timidly. This was the first time he was seeing you fully nude. This was also the first time you were indulging in an intimate moment like this. You were still pure after all, even if the events from earlier today suggest otherwise.
He pulls you down, his hands tightly gripping your hips as he positions you exactly where he wants you. You’re surprised to find yourself seated right under his face, right where his tongue had the best access to your now throbbing, aching, cunt. You hear him take a deep inhale of you before he slips his tongue between your folds. The feeling is certainly a new one but it’s incredible. You find yourself biting down on your bottom lip attempting to stifle the moans that threaten to escape you as he indulges himself. He laps you up as though he’s been starved and you can hear him let out little grunts as he savors the sweet taste of your sex.
“Gods, this is better than I could have imagined.” He groans against you. “I can’t wait until I get you to cum for me.” And with that, he withdraws his tongue just a little until the tip of it is touching that little bud of sensitive nerves. You hiss, withdrawing yourself from his face. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant by any means, just unfamiliar. Surprising.
“Are you alright, darling?” He asks, his face is etched with concern as he looks up at you.
“S-sorry.” You apologize, depositing yourself onto his chest. “I’ve just-this is my first time.”
“Really? You’ve never had anyone-
“Nope. This is my first time experiencing anything like this. I’m still…what’s the word?”
“A virgin?”
“Yes.” You say. “I’m still a virgin.”
He looks surprised by your revelation. “Really? By the way you were acting back at the temple I would have never guessed. I suppose that explains why you seemed a little confused earlier. I can stop if-
“No. No no no. I want this. Please continue. For once you’re actually making good use of your tongue.”
He chuckles at your clever quip. “As you wish darling. But do try and stay seated.” He pulls you back to his face, taking it slower this time as he teases your clit. It’s overwhelming at first, almost too much to bear. But eventually that feeling subsides, leaving you with a pleasure you’ve never had the chance to experience. You don’t even attempt to stifle back the moans that escape your lips.
“Mmm, you want them to hear us, don’t you darling?” Astarion murmurs beneath you. "Naughty, naughty, girl."
You don’t answer him. Instead you desperately grind your hips against his face, guiding his tongue to hit all of your sweet spots. Suddenly he withdraws from you and you let out a disappointed whine.
“Oh don’t look at me like that. I’m not finished yet. I just want to try something.” His lips start to graze the inside of your thigh, searching for the perfect spot. When he finds it he sinks his fangs into you. You have no idea how delicious you are darling. To him you're like a fine wine crafted specifically for his tastes. Ever since he’s been free he’s had the chance to sample a few other thinking creatures. Enemies that dared to challenge you and your companions. They were all good, there was no denying that. But they were nothing compared to you. Especially when you were so, so, close to the edge.
He continues to take long drinks from you, indulging himself in your delicious taste. The icy sting from his fangs, the light headedness, and the adrenaline that was now coursing through your veins is almost too much. It isn’t long before you feel your body begin to tense as you come to your climax. Your thighs begin to quiver and you let out a loud cry as a tidal wave of pleasure overtakes you. Gods, that felt incredible! Astarion hums happily beneath you as he switches from your thigh back to your sopping cunt. He hungrily laps up your sweet, sweet, juices but you find that the feeling of his tongue is overstimulating. You have to lift up off of him to get him to stop.
“T-too much. Need a second.” You pant.
“How was it?”
“Th-that was amazing.” You say, still trembling from your orgasm.
“I told you I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?” He looks up at you triumphantly, his face is covered with a mixture of blood and the clear, glossy sheen of you. You take your thumb and wipe some of the crimson liquid off the edge of his mouth. He’s always been such a messy eater.
“So, would you like to go further?” His question catches you off guard.
“What? What do you mean?” You ask.
“Would you like to have sex darling?” He asks. “And please, don’t feel pressured. You’ve given me so much already, I’ll understand if you don’t want to.” He says, absentmindedly twirling a strand of your hair around his fingers.
Of course that’s what he meant. Gods, you were so inexperienced in these matters. How embarrassing.
You take a moment to consider. You’re already sitting on top of him naked and the two of you have just shared a rather intimate moment. Why not let him be the one to take your purity? Besides, the tadpole has you constantly guessing whether or not there will be a tomorrow in store for you. If there was a time to lose your virginity, it’d be now, while the chance lay so willingly beneath you.
“Yes. I think I would.”
“I was so hoping you’d say that.” He says. He pulls you off of him so that he can unlace his trousers. His erection springs out at you, hard and ready, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. His hands find your hips and he positions you over his shaft. “I'm not sure if you know this or not but it’s going to hurt. I don’t think that will be a problem for you though, my little deviant.” He says, his lips are pulled into a devious smirk as he calls you by another one of his pet names.
“You’re not going to let me live that down, are you?”
“I don’t plan too.” He says. “Besides, I’m sure I can find ways to use this little kink of yours to my advantage.” He helps you lower yourself onto him and he’s absolutely right. It hurts. It’s a pain unlike any you’ve ever felt before, a strange combination of pressure and burning. And it’s driving you absolutely mad. How can something hurt so badly yet feel so damned good? You aren’t sure. It doesn’t make sense. None of what’s happening right now makes sense. But you don’t care. You’re just glad it’s happening, and with Astarion of all people.
He’s slow at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him inside you before he goes any further. Then he grinds himself against you, driving himself deeper and deeper into your cervix. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Tav!” He says through gritted teeth. He pulls you down close to him, holding you tightly against his chest as he bucks his hips into you. It's a bit of a task with how green you are but eventually he manages, filling you with the full length of his cock. This is an entirely new feeling and the pain is still present but gods, it feels so fucking good. You can't believe you've gone this long without ever experiencing something like this. Sure, you absolutely could have earlier in your life but no one ever really caught your attention. Astarion however, was an entirely different story.
His pace is steady, thrusting into you with quick, deep strokes, relishing the feeling of your tight little pussy taking all of him. Loud moans mixed with his name spill from your lips as you praise everything he's doing to you. Every thrust, every grunt, every dirty word that comes out of his mouth drives you closer and closer to the edge. It isn't long before that tense feeling returns and your thighs begin to tremble once more as that wave of pleasure overtakes you yet again. You loudly cry his name as he manages to unravel you for a second time.
His pace begins to falter and with a few more thrusts he too reaches his climax, spilling his seed deep inside of you. You collapse on top of him, just as Shadowheart opens the flaps to your tent.
“Oh! Oh gods! You could have at least left a sock outside or something!” She shields her eyes and quickly closes the tent flap, cursing as she walks away.
Astarion chuckles and gently moves you off of him, pulling his undergarments and trousers back on. "As much as I don't want to, I suppose I should let her have you now."
“That was…nice.” You say.
“Indeed. Perhaps we can make this a regular thing between the two of us? I rather enjoy your company, you know?” Your lips tug into a smile at his suggestion.
“I would like that.”
"Good." He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, then another on your cheek before he leans down close to your ear and whispers, “Maybe the next time we indulge ourselves in one another I’ll have come up with all sorts of delicious ways to torment you. You’d like that, yes? And I’m sure I can find all sorts of fun items for us to play with. I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for a flog for my naughty, naughty, girl.”
Your cheeks turn bright red and he kisses you again, this time on the lips. He’s rough with it, parting your lips with his tongue, allowing you to taste yourself on him. A unique blend of the two of you dances around in each other's mouths as the kiss deepens. It’s divine, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. His fang nicks your lower lip drawing out a tiny bit of blood which he greedily laps up. And then he pulls away, leaving you breathless and desperately wanting more.
I'll see you later, my sweet." He says, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before climbing out of your tent.
Shadowheart returns shortly after with an annoyed look on her face. In one hand she holds that salve she’s prepared. You laugh when you see what she’s holding in the other.
“Did you seriously bring me a sock!?”
“Yes. Please do not ever let me walk in on that again. The last thing I wanted to see today was Astarions ball sack.”
“I didn’t think you got the chance to see anything with how quickly you left.” You manage to say through your fit of laughter.
“Well I did and now I’m traumatized. Thanks for that.”
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Dude, I love this fanfic so much! I just wanted to ask where you got the idea from. Did you have any inspiration from anyone? Also, what's your favorite fanfic? And want do you recommend ?
AWE bless!! Thank you so much I'm glad you're enjoying it <33
So actually a good 80% of this is written from personal experience LOL I used to dance and was into drift building/racing in my late teens/early twenties! Most of the references or scenes in Midnight Menagerie are references to things I've seen or done in real life, OR stories friends have told me within the same field. (Nora is literally just a rebranding of this one mutual friend we had who just. Absolutely fucking unhinged) Like for example, the anticipated Hangover Chapter is just a retelling of an insane Summer weekend I had in 2017 ☠️ it's a personal delight being able to translate things into the narrative, even more so knowing people find my stupid, terrible decisions as amusing as I do in current times lol
My general rule of thumb is to write from experience. Things I understand either on a technical point or emotional connection. So, if you've read it in my work, it's probably something I've done LOL
Another reason I find drive in writing this type of narrative is that MM!Blake's type of dissociative PTSD is something I haven't seen much in media in general. I've seen people depict her in various ways (some of them good!), but none of them ever really apply directly to me, so I wanted to make something that I could relate to and how to properly navigate life, given the environmental circumstances. Plus some us need better examples on how to juggle mental illness as adults and also be in healthy long term relationships because damn I have zero reference LOL
For the fic recs, oh boy I have so many LOL time to be a pathetic fangirl on main but okay here's the ones that immediately jump to mind (also heads up most of these are mature or explicit rating);
Certified Kaeli Fresh Fics
Let You See My Wilder Side (If I Can See Your Bones)
We all know this one but it is, hands down, my favorite piece of literature of all time. Masterfully crafted and a timeless classic worth several rereads (and I have. Embarrassingly so)
Written by @/lucytara on tumblr || @/explosive_sky on twitter
honestly all her works are immaculate and beyond compare. Also a major fan of I Have A Bullet With Your Mouth On It (That was first RWBY fanfic I ever read LMAO a friend recommended it to me before I even watched the show) I aspire to write like her some day. It's what got me writing fanfiction in the first place. So, credit goes to Erin for inspiring me to post my manuscripts at all. Words cannot express my gratitude and appreciation. I have two book series in the process of being published now and I wouldn't have had the nerve to do it had it not been for this specific fic.
2. One Day At A Time
Also one of the earlier fics I read before getting into the show LOL I love all of @/Frenchsoda 's work, the full list is also worth checking out. I'm a fan of disgruntled Blake who doesn't understand her attraction to Yang but it's so god damn sweet ugh
3. Fucking In Love
Written by @/Set_WingedWarrior and @/Softlight
This one circulates a lot in my social circles. Everyone I know LOVES this one and after reading it earlier this year, now I see why. As someone who worked in the sex industry for a brief period of time, this one's not only accurate but also A DELIGHT to read. The premise is fun, captivating, and worth the wait. I actually discovered a chapter update earlier this year and sent the gc into hysterics because we thought the fic was dead LMAO props to these authors!! They're doing an amazing job and deserve praise
4. You're A Mountain, Full Of Glory
written by champion author @/lescousinsdangereux
I should just preface already that every book Blake reads in MM is a fanfiction that exists because I love Easter eggs. Everyone knows I had Blake reference this in chapter 3 LOL but it's equally as immaculate as Erin's work. I LOVED especially the dynamic between Weiss, Yang, and Ruby in this one. Baby, we're complicated fucking murdered me 😭 also that fuckass Christmas scene, that's my favorite Christmas song LMAO
5. The Home Inside Your Head
Written by the ever skilled @/writeriguess . I found this fic by accident by seeing fanart for it floating around on this site. Got curious, picked at it, and. Oh, my god. It's not very often my brain gets scratched in the right way, but boy this one does it. This author does something specifically unique I haven't seen many do before, and I applaud them for it. There's great detail on the scenes that matter, and the fucking organic build up between Blake and Yang is just. God. Chef's kiss. Truly. It feels so god damn natural and healthy and it's already crossing off several of my agendas already. Give this one a read and give the author some love. SENSUAL FACE TOUCHING? CHAPTER 13????? BOOOOOOOYYYYYYY I'm normal about it
6. You'd Be Paranoid Too (If Everyone Was Out To Get You)
Written by @/WabaJaba_ on twitter
Okay so this one's completely different than what I've previously listed but HOLY FUCKING SHIT IS IT A THRILLER. It doesn't nearly have the amount of love and attention it truly deserves. A friend of mine recommended it to me because it shook them so fucking hard they were in total brainrot hell for a MONTH. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY LMAO God I was obsessed with this for weeks myself. It obviously lives up to it's rating, horror fics aren't for everyone. But if you're able to read it, good lord you should. It's chilling, captivating, and had me on the edge of my fucking seat the entire time. Both endings are good, I still can't decide which one I prefer but RAH I will make sure this is seen god dammit
and last but certainly not least
7. You And Me and This Temptation
written by talented author @/ProfessorSpork
Okay this one was an accidental find as well. A friend sent it to me because THEY found it by accident, I clicked on it for later, went looking for a completely different fic that I mistook for this one, started skimming and realized 'wait a minute LMAO I don't recognize this'. But the thing you have to understand is I hate reading. I'm not a reader, I'm picky and it needs to be worth sitting down for long periods of time. This is one of the rare instances where I was so captivated by it I kept reading more and more from the middle where I landed, and eventually just said ykw let me just start from the beginning cus LMAO context.
This one is, by far, one the healthiest and loveliest depictions of first times I have ever seen. This shit was so inspiring to me that it literally kickstarted an essay in someone's DMs why depictions like this are so important. I didn't have this experience irl, and why MM is written the way it is is because its meant to serve as a lighthouse for those who, like me, haven't. This fic however I feel like should be a required read for anyone getting into relationships for the first time because if it's not like how these two interact, LEAVE IT. This is the standard. This is amazingly written, it's the closest I've ever seen canon Yang and Blake be written to date. The fucking souvenir bit 😭 NJKFGNFJKGNGJ killed me, I was kicking my feet laughing for a good minute. This is the kind of standard everyone should look at and go 'yeah, I want what they have' BECAUSE IT'S CORRECT. LOUD CORRECT BUZZER NOISES
Honestly everything in my bookmarks is certified Kaeli Fresh but these 7 are my top faves. They're probably also really commonly known I'm sure but LMAO like I said I don't read much 😭 which is heavily ironic considering I write myself. Anyway this ended up way longer than I intended but LOL <3 <3 go give these incredible authors love!!
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soooooo I dont usually ask on blogs but I just now find yours and this silly thought has been marinating in my brain. HABIT with his little bunny lover on maybe valentine's day, or an other special day, and you surprise him by wearing those sexy bunny costumes with the ears yk Idk something like that, I hope your not to busy or anything but do whatever type of thing you want with this idea. I just really like your writing, it's so good ❤
I’m so sorry to have not gotten to this sooner TvT, I’ve been struck with a really bad bout of writer’s block and only recently got out of it! But I adore this ask sm <3 - Mod 888
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Evan would love this. I’m talking littering your skin with kisses and praise practically flowing from his mouth. Habit, on the other hand, would stalk you from afar. If he didn’t like it, he’d tell you.
They both didn’t really pay much attention to Valentine’s Day, referring to it as a ‘corporate holiday’, but with you? They’ll blow all their money plus their friend’s cash on anything you lay your eyes on.
Habit takes a more..him approach. He’ll stalk towards you and shove his face in the nape of your neck, simply breathing you in before he starts to nibble.
Evan, god bless him. He’s such a golden retriever doing anything and everything you tell him to, all with a dork-like smile plastered over his face.
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I think Habit gets a little a lot to into the whole rabbit thing, so in my opinion he leans more towards prey-predator dynamics. He’ll take his time stalking you and attempting to lure you into his “nest” so he can properly breed you “ like a good little rabbit” in his words. Doesn’t matter what kind of bits you have, Habit is thoroughly obsessed with the idea of breeding his significant other. Habit will make a point of having you keep your little costume on, hell, he’ll record it for his own use later on if he wishes (consensually ofc). Habit lives for adrenaline, so be prepared to run by the way.
Evan on the other hand, is a lot sweeter and kinder with his endeavors. He’s still rather dominant in my opinion, but more so leaning towards a pleasure/service dom. His pleasure derives from your’s. He’ll have your legs shaking from his mouth alone before he even begins to think about putting his cock inside of you. I fully stand by both Habit and Evan having a thing for watching you cry from overstimulation from their tongue. Argue with a wall <3.
Now both? You’re fucked. Habit is feral and Evan is controlled chaos? But both? You’re legs are trembling before the night is over.
Safe to say they both really like the bunny get up.
Author’s Comments: Heya Ghoulies! 888 here, and we’d both like to profusely apologize for our lack of content. As we have jobs and schooling to attend to in our personal lives. We are trying to get caught up and clear our inbox before October so we can work exclusively on KinkTober! This is rather short, but I’m getting back into the hang of writing in English and grammar TvT. Happy Nights and with that, I bid adieu!
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Congratulations on your engagement!! I was thinking that Kassandra and 8 would be an interesting fic :) Don’t feel like you have to write one though if it doesn’t float your boat!
Thank you so much! I'm very excited! I might post updates on how things are going when we get further in the engagement! Also CONGRATS ON BEING MY FIRST ASK BACK LET'S GOOOOOOO!!!
Summary: In a world where the gods blessed mortals with the ability to find their soulmates through matching wounds and scars, Kassandra has always felt immense guilt for her bloody job.
Pairing: Kassandra x Reader
Genre: Soulmate; No Smut
Potential TW: Blood, wounds, scarring, intentional scarring of a soulmate
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Kassandra never noticed the small cuts and bruises on her body. She was a mercenary, a life of injuries great and small was something she would always be used to. So when papercuts and bruises on the hips and shins appeared, she never took notice, never really wondered which ones were from her soulmate. Some who asked found that selfish, that she never worried over which of the injuries weren’t hers, that her soulmate was out there in pain and she had little care. 
But they never saw the big picture. 
Kassandra never cared about which ones were her soulmate’s, not because she was selfish, but because she hated that every injury that was hers appeared on whoever was her destined. Did she lie awake scared some nights, worried that the medium sized wound in her leg was actually much larger on Kassandra? Did she trace her fingers over scars that branded Kassandra, hating that they marred her skin just as much? It made her ache, deep in her soul, that she was causing pain and injury. Yet she couldn’t stop. Fighting was in her bones, carried over from the darkness of that spartan night on the mountain. It was her living. She had lives to support. Surely, hopefully, because her soulmate’s wounds never hurt her when they appeared, her own simply marked the skin, never harming the softness that she was surely destroying. 
Then, she learned the truth. In the market, a hot summer evening on the docks of Kephallonia, Kassandra watched as a woman bent in half, screaming in pain as her soulmate carved his name over and over into her arm. It wasn’t uncommon, branding your own skin with marks to ensure that you would find each other, but most people just do a small scar. A burn somewhere. A scar through the eyebrow. Something lasting that wouldn’t hurt much, but be noticable. Later, the woman praised the gods for her husband’s foresight, but the image of that woman, terrified and crying out in pain as the blood dripped down her arm onto the wooden docks stayed with Kassandra, haunting her nights and her mornings.
Now, the worries became nightmares. A woman, beautiful as the morning sun, gentle as the midnight moon, screaming and sobbing in pain as a spear wound appeared in her side. Claw marks raking down her face. Her eye bleeding as Kassandra’s own was impaled. Such extremes would never happen, the mercenary tried to remind herself, the gods had made it so your destined would never suffer that much from the injuries you face. And still, the dreams would haunt her. 
So she learned. Dodging became her speciality, arrows barely grazed her now, she could catch thrown spears with ease. Eventually, the wounds on her body became more bruises, something she came to live with, though Kassandra desired not a single spot on her future love’s body, no more. Now, their lives could be spent without pain, and only laughter and passion. 
Then, one night on the Adrestia as they sailed past Athens, Kassandra was woken up with a tearing pain across her upper left bicep, trailing down to her wrist in a slow, meticulous motion. She sat up with a startled cry, half expecting some wild creature set upon her by a rival or the Cult to be attacking her. A dagger flashes in the moonlight, swinging wildly for a second only to be met with air and the silence of the sea night. Barnabas wakes with her, shouting in response for the rest of the crew. Only a few stir, used to the nightmares of their crewmates after what they’ve seen after following her across the Greek world. 
“Barnabas? There’s nothing…” She pants, her hair messy from her restless sleep. 
“Aye, there’s nothing Captain.” Her first mate says, rising to his feet to come to her aide. “You were the one who woke me up- By the Gods! Your arm!” 
She looks down, eyes widening as her arm shone with blood, dark and messy in a way that she’s used to after a fight with a wild beast. And then the pain hits her. It’s nothing she’s not used to, but the absence of any attacker aboard her ships grounds her in a reality more painful than most anything she’s ever experienced. 
“No… this isn’t my injury to bear.” Kassandra croaks out, voice hoarse. “She’s been hurt.” And verbalizing that, even to a silent, concerned Barnabas and barely awake Herodotos, is easily the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.
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It was months later that Kassandra finally realized what happened to her soulmate that fateful night. It had taken Barnabas a week to convince Kassandra that searching every town in Greece would take much longer than they had time for and that her soulmate wasn’t dead because of the bruises and calluses on her fingers left by a weaver’s work. So, she just kept an eye out for any woman with the same deep scars tracing down the muscle of her arm. 
And she found her. 
A beautiful maiden, laughing with a customer at her simple booth in an Argos market, a laugh that Kassandra could swear she’s heard in her dreams, and she had the same scar carving into her skin. Left bicep, all the way down her wrist. A part of her felt pain over it. The real thing, right there, something that caused someone so lovely so much pain, was the only reason she knew it was her. 
The maiden turned, ready to greet Kassandra as a new customer, then stopped, staring at her face with a very clear look of awe. Before she could stop herself, Kassandra reached out, touching the very end of the jagged mark. 
“Tell me… I’ve wondered so long, how did you come to bear this pain?” 
At first, the woman who Kassandra loved before this day looked embarrassed, then, recognition. Her own eyes trailed over the mercenary’s left arm, shock and relief gathering in dazzling eyes as she matches their scar together. 
“You’ll be so infuriated with me.” She mumbled. Kassandra nearly burst into laughter. She had caused her so much pain before, such a scare would never make her angry. Not if it came from her. “But I tripped down a hill.”
The laugh that Kassandra was holding back ripped out of her. What a woman.
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bunnymaskkiller · 1 year
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Ok hear me out 👁👄👁
So most of the time I see that the creeps are the one worshipping their s/o right? Like their the ones who seek them out and basically do all the first moves, at least most headcannons I've seen say that.
But what if
Their s/o worshipped them?
Like you know those dynamics where one character deeply loves the other and is praising them, just really looking up to them and not shy in showing their affections?
So yeah, something like that.
For example, Hoodie's standing over his future s/o, he's really menacing with his hand on their neck. Their in a dark place where no-one can hear them scream and he even feels cocky enough to rise his mask over his nose, since he's feeling lazy with this kill.
And when he asks for their last words or at least tilts his head.
They say something like "you just look so beautiful :0", even though the only thing they see is like, his nose and jaw 💀
I know it's corny but it's a thought ><
Like I'm just a sucker for pathetic and simp Y/N's okay? 😫
CW: for light cursing, and this is a little "racy" or suggestive but not much, also slight violence/mention of chasing and intent to kill
SLAYYYYYY this is so slay and you are so right for this
And I honestly like the same kinda thing, I'd rather the killers be flustered over the reader's affection lol
I mean, when Hoodie was chasing you he did think you were pretty cute but... we all have a job to do.
And when he finally has you trapped, all you can do is blush and pant in front of him
He leans in all ~menacing~, and you let out a small squeak. He interprets it to be fear, and sure it probably is at least like half fear that you're experiencing but the other half is.... let's say admiration or something akin to that lol.
"Any last words?" he chuckles gravely, tugging at his mask to reveal the chiseled features of his lower face.
You were starstruck, eyes slightly widening and chest inflating with a breath. You shakily let the breath out and give a small smile.
"You're incredible..." you say in awe.
He's taken aback and smiles that award-winning grin.
"God damnit..."
LOL HSDJFHAJK
ty for blessing my inbox
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boybandposter · 28 days
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✩ Everett (Dislyte) Headcanons !
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- I feel like due to his past regarding Ophelia, he has a hard time trusting people and letting the become anything closer than an acquaintance. Despite being a caring individual, he doesn’t want to experience another betrayal.
- Obviously Everett’s love language is gift giving. As a staunch believer in “actions speak louder than words”, he’d much rather show than tell. Although with his disability it can make it a bit tough, Everett is determined to make sure the people he loves know that he cares.
- If Everett catches feelings for you, he’s in denial. Him? Like someone else romantically? Never. Everett would avoid you at times, but he’d subconsciously seek out your company anyways.
- If When he confesses to you, he’s blubbering like an idiot. He was already so quiet and the few words he had were long gone from his thoughts. A bright pink would stain his cheeks after admitting his feelings, and would quietly ask for a kiss (What a gentleman).
- He definitely asked if he could be your boyfriend instead of the other way around. In his eyes, it’s a privilege and blessing to be with you. After all, you’re taking in a broken man, physically and mentally. In all honesty, he’s shocked that you even said yes (even though you were crushing on him hard).
- If you like to bake, he’s head-over-heels. It’s one of the few things he truly enjoys, and if he could simply bake with you all day he would. His favorite is to bake cupcakes and watch you decorate them. If he can, he’ll purposefully wipe some flour onto his cheek— he’s planned it perfectly. You’ll tell him he has something on his face, he’ll act oblivious, then you’ll wipe it off with an endearing smile.
- With his job in the Esper Union, it makes it hard for him to find the time and energy to do things with you. On his night shifts, he’ll shuffle into your shared apartment and immediately make his way to your room. Even if Everett is about to pass out, he’ll always make sure to give a lingering kiss on your cheek. Whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your ear before changing and climbing into bed with you.
- You got a favorite flower? Well, Everett will make sure to buy you a fresh bouquet every week with a small note filled with his love and a signature. He always feels his cheeks turn pink when he opens his phone to a text from you, thanking him as usual and telling him how much you love him. His coworkers often catch him rubbing his face with his hand to try and calm himself down after getting praise from you.
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- Everett’s a bottom. Let’s make this clear; after his past trauma, he wants nothing more than to be taken care of by his woman. He never really knew it, but then again he never really saw himself in a relationship.
- Please praise him, he goes absolutely crazy when you talk to him and give little words of encouragement. The first time you called him a “good boy”, he immediately folded and quietly begged to hear you say it again.
- If you were to ask him to top you, he wouldn’t ever say no. Everett only has two positions if he’s topping— missionary and mating. And by the gods was he gentle. Slow, deep, and even strokes as he quietly pants against the skin of your neck, small bites here and there. Everett feels awful every time he leaves a mark, and profusely apologizes when he sees the small bruises along your hips and the small bites left along your shoulders and collarbone.
- Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. Everett would have to be out of his mind if he didn’t take care of his beautiful girlfriend after she worked so hard for him. He’s gentle in bed and outside of it. He’ll always clean you up (with a little help from you due to his limitations) and make you some dinner. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take a little extra time to clean up where he can, just for a little extra time with you in the morning.
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authors note: erm. Yeah, IDK IVE NEVER REALLY WRITTEN NSFW BYE. 🙁 also for those seeing this, my requests are open ☆
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oillampslit · 14 days
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Prayer requests for week of March 11, 2024
1. Geri:  I am homeless and jobless. Please pray that     God will help me find a place to live and a job.
2. Krista:  Hi, prayer warriors, I am humbly looking for help. I    am having suicidal thoughts and have low faith. Could you pray for my healing and renewed faith. Thanks for all you do prayer warriors!
3. Windea:  I unexpectedly lost my job in December.   Financially I am struggling and cannot pay all of of my bills. I have serious health issues and no longer have insurance so I'm unable to fill my prescriptions. My mental health is severely suffering. I know God is in control, but this season is beyond difficult to go through. Please pray that I get a job making enough money to pay all of my bills. Thank you all for your prayers. It means so much to know that I have brothers and sisters in Christ praying on my behalf.
4. Juli:PRAISE REPORT:  l asked for prayer from        the SoupMobile Prayer Warriors to get a job and I received two offers of which I have chosen one. Thank you to everyone who prayed for me and thank the Lord.
5. Laurie:  I am blessed to be a prayer warrior.             Please pray for Jill, my daughter-in-law. She is scheduled for brain surgery this coming week. She has breast cancer that has returned and spread to her brain. She is only in her 40's. please pray for God to reveal himself to her in a real way, and also for her recovery. Thank you and God bless all of the SoupMobile Prayer Warriors.You are making a difference!
6. Monica:  I need prayers for so many things and    God knows them all. I pray for strength to go through and that my eyes and ears will stay fixed on him as I go through these trials.
7. Diane:  I have been battling health issues          without finding a diagnosis. This has led me to anxiety and depression. Please pray the doctors will correctly diagnose my health problems so that I can finally find some peace of mind.
8. Kim:  I'm a fellow prayer warrior and I pray that   you will join me in lifting my friend Nancy up in prayer. She lost her husband a year ago and has been struggling with severe depression and loneliness. Help me pray these burdens will be lifted from her and that the Lord's peace, which passes all understanding, will be upon her! God bless you all.
9. Roz:  First I want to start by saying, I give praise to God for who he is and what he has already done in my life. I am a fellow SoupMobile Prayer Warrior and reaching out asking for prayer. I have been struggling with addiction for more than a decade. I start & stop but can't seem to shake my addiction. I am disappointed in myself and wondering if God still hears me. I'm lost & afraid. Will you pray for me???
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le-trash-prince · 1 month
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adding another ask into our rotating collection sorry.
so I had a dream last night where [a person I love] was tenderly doing my nails and it got me thinking, because everything I think of these days is pit babe and because Kim (well Benz but you understand) has SUCH nice nails: one of his boys doing his nails. filing, shaping, smoothing, painting. maybe a little hand massage.
the act of service makes me think Kenta (he'd be so gentle and careful about it) but also Dean wears rings in a way that makes me think he understands the importance of nice hands. plus the opportunity for praise: doing a neat and tidy job, when he picks a nice colour. maybe he learns how to do cool designs?
(the only part of the process winner is interested in is the scratches that can be left with said nails)
idk it's just Very Important to me that Kim is well-cared for 🥺
🥺🥺🥺 Please don’t apologize for blessing me with this ask. This got me choked up because YES, Kim deserves to have his boys taking care of his hands??? Taking care of him???? And good god yeah his nails are so pretty wtf
I can see the little crease between Kenta’s eyebrows from concentrating so hard on doing a good job 🥹 But oh yes, Dean strikes me as someone who could really get into doing nails! He’d do it with a smile on his face because it’s something he finds fun (and yes praise kink), and he’d think about Kim when he’s out at the store and sees a color that matches Kim’s jacket. And nail art yes! Little black and white checkered racing nails 🏁🥺
Honestly I can see him and Kim doing each other’s nails on a regular basis, but if I think too much about how competent Kim would be at doing someone else’s nails and him touching Dean’s hands I might swoon AGDHFJJF (Inserting this clip of Benz here for the domestic visuals BECAUSE JUST LOOK)
which of the four do you think has the most sensitive hands asking for reasons
(can you blame Winner honestly. Im thinking about how he probably loves being marked up and im yelling)
Yeah Kim deserves to be pampered like royalty! 🥺 Why else would they always be kneeling at his feet. What a lovely dream and a lovely thought!!
I know exactly what you mean about associating everything to Pit Babe 😩 I was at the store earlier and I saw a dartboard and IMMEDIATELY envisioned Winner and Kenta smoking and playing darts at the bar!! Kim and Dean join in sometimes (and those are the loudest and most entertaining games), but it’s usually just the two of them and it becomes a little bonding ritual of theirs.
Winner doesn’t really stand a chance against Kenta’s precision, but he enjoys trying anyways. One game, he starts catching up, and he’s all ready to start trash talking until he notices that Kenta’s aim has been drifting—and when he looks over, he sees the ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of Kenta’s mouth, which has Winner swearing at him (he’s still smiling though) coz he knows Kenta did it just to get on his nerves, because Kenta can go easy on him and still win. (And if Kenta shakes in silent laughter, will Winner’s poor heart even survive)
Anyways it just makes Winner decide to show Kenta how he really likes to win—sabotage (feeling Kenta up while he tries to stay focused).
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tokimihyachi · 1 year
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Achilles Heel [Pantalone x Reader Series] Chapter 1
❝I cannot kill you, for your end will become my eternal damnation.❞
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SYNOPSIS: Pantalone does not do well with love. He never thought, wanted, much less had experience in that field. He viewed it as a weakness, a bad omen hanging above his head. But he was prepared to make an exception for you.
He'd let you become his only Achilles Heel if it meant keeping you.
CHAPTER ONE: A LION'S DEN | 1/22
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⸻ PANTALONE WAS A PATIENT MAN.
     It wasn't luck that had gotten him the seat of being the second richest person in Teyvat. Nor was fate the reason why he ended up being one of the renowned Harbingers. That was his doing, not of any god, not of any preordained fate. Every deal he had made was calculated carefully to match his objectives and each contract he handled traipsed on a rope of his cleverness.
     He deserved his riches, his power, and his influence. His job required excellence in the observation of how the economy fluctuates, and sharp wit to act on the scene. While it is true that being a banker required empathy as well, only a fool with no self-awareness would dare and test his tolerance.
     The Regrator was in search of a temporary secretary— his former one had unfortunately been hospitalized for poisoning— when a man in his late fifties pleaded him for a moment of his time, claiming he was the one he has been looking for.
     But with his patience growing thinner, perhaps this imbecile should have begged for his life instead.
     He glanced at the watch hidden underneath the layers of his thick coat, before begrudgingly placing his attention back at the buffoon in front of him. 10 minutes. The oaf sitting across the table had been uttering pure nonsense for ten minutes of speeches filled with self-centered praises, and glories of his wealth.
     The relevance of his self-boasting to their interview? Nowhere to be found.
     "What was your name again?" he asked. The man, obviously offended by the sudden interference, frowned and straightened his posture.
     "Diego, My Lord." Pantalone thought briefly of how common his name was and how this man's stupidity blinded him from seeing how angered the Harbinger was.
     He gathered every parchment from Diego's resume, pretended to scan them quickly, and smiled wryly. "After such a short-notice meeting, I'll require more time to evaluate certain things before I reach a decision. Regardless of such, you have a remarkable taste for gifts."
     Diego seemed pleased with the compliment, eyeing the sack of treasures he had gifted upon his arrival.
     "Anything for you, My Lord." the man replied standing up from his seat, holding a hand out for him to shake.
     How ludicrous. Did this dolt really think he'd win him over such useless trinkets?
     Nonetheless, he kept his façade and shook Diego's hands.
     "It was a pleasure doing business with you, My Lord. I hope we will meet again soon." the man removed his hat and placed it on his chest as he bowed at him.
     Pantalone acknowledged it, waving his hand in the air to dismiss his presence. Words should not be wasted on unprofitable assets which Diego was the moment he walked his hubristic soles into his office.
     Once the man had left, the banker called out his guards stationed outside the cabin they settled in. At the sight of him, the Fatui saluted, awaiting his orders.
      Pantalone's eyes drifted to the fading figure of the man outside talking to his coachmen, barking orders. Men like Diego needed to be put back in their place. He appreciated ambitious people. Essentially, it was those kinds of employees that worked more diligently than the rest as if they had to prove to the world that they were capable of doing something. That their presence was needed. Their talents sought after.
     After all, that was how his own story began; destitute from birth with no blessing from the gods. He loathed it. His meager disposition, the vulnerabilities of his upbringing, and how those experiences dubbed him detestable to society.
     Rather than listening to his Aria of misery as everyone else with ill-fated lives, he stole the baton from the conductor and became the maestro of the orchestra. When an instrument to his masterpiece invariably sounded out of tune, he took it upon himself to pluck the strings of his own fate— weaving it meticulously, till he had the results he wanted.
     Till the pitiable harmony that was his life sounded like a symphony worthy of reverence.
     Though so minuscule, he could see that in Diego. A man yearning for success to improve his life. However, it seemed that the career-driven man was long gone.
     Pantalone turned to his men and with an unmoving gaze said, "Kill him. Swiftly, and not a sound should be heard."
     They nodded, moving in synch comparable to robots, and went away.
     Embers from the cabin's fireplace crackled slowly in a faded resonance within the sanctuary of the office. The sheer cold from outside slowly invited itself as it crept up the nails of the roof similar to an unwelcome guest— dampening the firewood until its glow dimmed. What a quiet reminder that Snezhnaya's frost was unforgiving, much like the Tsaritsa herself.
     Truly, Pantalone was grateful for the benevolence of their Archon. Whilst it was the Director who recruited him into the Fatui, the Tsaritsa saw him for his aptitude in financial affairs, thus granting him the power to the nation's economic policies and the position of Northland Bank's head.
     She did not bat an eye when his greed overtook his senses, a case rarely ensued but still did at a certain point. To the Tsaritsa, as long as her children remained faithful only to her with their long-term goals aligning her grand scheme to overturn Celestia, the manner in which they carried out their duties was irrelevant.
     The clack of the door hitting the wall pulled him from his thoughts, and a figure with a hood entered his office: unwanted, unannounced, with a stature so confident it almost vexed him. Which ignorant moron would dare enter a Harbinger's office without their permission?
     Turns out only you.
     "Oh," you said, "so there's one more."
     Pantalone looked through the window only to be greeted by the sight of all his men on their knees, tied up together like a present, unconscious.
     Though the Regrator was a businessman to heart, the sight of blood never fazed him. If anything, he greeted death whenever the two crossed paths on the battlefield with a nod of his head. One is not a true member of the Fatui if danger is not their companion.
     The Tsaritsa only accepted results beyond satisfaction and Pantalone was prepared to do anything even if he was just artillery to the Archon. Therefore, dealing with you should be easy if he hadn't just finished dealing with his former client. He wasn't quite in the mood for a fight.
     What a nuisance you are.
     Instinctively, his hand went to his delusion, hidden from plain sight underneath his overcoat. Even so, you simply went past him and reached for the sack Diego had brought earlier. After only seconds of rummaging, you brought out a piece of old jewelry— a pendant with a faceted rock.
     You looked at him briefly, the papers on the table, then to every part of his body except his eyes. "Sorry for the mess. This is very important to me and that man," you pointed at Diego outside, dead from the looks of it. "stole it from me. Just had to get it back. I heard your order to kill him from the roof so I did it myself."
     "Now, now, there's no need to thank me just a smile from you is enough." you added, chuckling a little.
     Pantalone drew his brows together. Were you perhaps... an escapee from the mental hospital? That's strange. He was sure there were no psychological institutions nearby.
     When no response still came from him, you stared at the papers again. "By the way, the fifth clause in that contract technically breaks the policies stated in the first." you said.
     The man finally moved. "What?"
     "That resume on your table," you gestured at the papers. "Not only are the stipulations contradicting, but the estimation for the projects are all wrong, and that seal on it is fake. Whoever forged that was clearly stupid."
     He knew that. Admittedly, it took him six seconds of reading the documents to conclude they were written by another hand who clearly did not understand the demands of a secretary to a Harbinger's work, but you merely glimpsed at it still inches away from yourself and already recognized what they were.
     How odd you were.
     You sighed from his inability to continue the conversation, "Well, I'll be taking my leave now." you then placed a hand on your chest out of respect. "Goodbye, kind sir."
     Before you could take another step, Pantalone seized your wrist, the warmth from your bare hand seeping through his gloves.
     "Are you deranged?" he asked.
     "My insanity depends on the amount of breakfast I've had. I've barely eaten a spoon today so I think you've made the correct assessment. Are you a doctor?" you grinned.
     Pantalone almost snorted in amusement if he hadn't stopped himself. What civilization did you live in for you not to recognize who he was? Wait. He shook his head. What was he doing? Enough time was already wasted on the wrong interviewee, he couldn't waste much more. He tightened his grip on your hand.
     "How courageous of you to walk into my office, thinking you'd step out freely with no sanction. Do you know which den you've walked into?" His tone was crisp, like the unrelenting ice that plagued the room.
      Obviously, he was livid with regard to your lack of manners. And from the looks of it, you were about to be served the wrath of the Ninth. The hand that once preyed on your wrist was long gone and moved to your neck.
      There was a flicker in your eyes one that he knew was of acknowledgment, albeit the hood that covered most of your face. But it wasn't recognition of his position. The sudden shift in your facial expressions—what you recognized was not who he was but how dangerous he is.
     Yet what intrigued him was how you were more beguiled, curious even, rather than afraid.
     "I think I've walked into a lion's den," you answered, almost gagging at the force of his hold. But despite the lack of air you managed to crack another smile as you continued, "Though I must say, I'm not afraid of being bitten at all."
CHAPTER ONE, END.
-> chapter two
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tip this broke law student here! thank you, travellers! i hope you enjoy the rest of the fic! <33
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