#can watch skull's overwhelming love in real time

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Hey llama, I was thinking about the p&p servant au, and I was wondering how would mc react to all of the guys attending a party she's serving at? Would it upset her to see Sans being haughty with other humans?

HOHOHOHO... I would assume at this point she's not yet one of Skull's servants. She belongs to someone else, someone who doesn't appreciate her like they do.

Sans: As much as he wants to immediately seek her out and take up all of her time, to talk to only her... he understands that it's a very busy party, and she's working. He steals her for a little bit of polite conversation, but he doesn't trap her- he doesn't want her to get in trouble. He's very kind to her, as he always is... admiring her from afar, catching her in quiet corners whenever he can, and openly scowling at anyone who comments about her. She enjoys finding ways to sneak a few hushed words with him in passing, and she loves the genuine delight on his face when he sees her in the crowd.

Would she be upset by Sans being haughty? No, not at all. Sans is only like that with people of his station or higher, never with servants. For her, there's honestly something really enjoyable about watching Sans be shitty to the kinds of people who are often the cruellest to her. He gets to say and do the things she wishes she could.

Red: She loves when Red shows up. All the staff do. Even before she knew him personally, she enjoyed when he appeared at events- Red is the life of the party, and often ends up causing some kind of scene that becomes talk of the town. Excessive drinking, ruinously beating someone at cards, pitting two idiots against each other until they get into a fight... all the servants knew that if Red was there, it was going to be a delightfully gossip-filled night in the staff quarters. Especially since Red was absolutely the type to woo any of the particularly eye-catching servants.

She likes him even more after meeting him. Because Red is excellent at distracting the other party members- most importantly, he distracts the host, usually immediately after shooting her a wink. Without her employer breathing down her neck she can get some rest in the middle of an otherwise completely action-packed night.

Skull: If Skull showed up to a party, that's a huge win for the host, and a ridiculous amount of social clout for them. So if Skull appears at the house, and expresses any open interest in Mc (which of course he will)... her employer will basically command her to be Lord Skull's personal entertainer for the evening. "Do whatever is necessary to keep our guest happy. Understand?"

If Red is there to third wheel and keep the conversations going, Mc and Skull would both probably actually have a lot of fun. Red knows his friend very well, and he can quickly and easily 'translate' for him to keep her engaged and relaxed. She likes getting to chat and eat, and Skull is just absolutely delighted that she's sat close enough for him to see her eyes.

If, for some reason, Red isn't there... it might be a bit more awkward. Skull will follow her around like an overly affectionate cat, but he gets overcome with shyness the moment she tries to start anything resembling a conversation. She'd still enjoy it, though- sitting with a silent guy who likes to stare still beats working.

[hysteria-things]

HEYY I LOVE YOUR STORIES COULD YOU MAYBE DO ONE FOR CHRIS OR MATT WHERE HE MEETS A GIRL ON TOUR WHEN SIGNING AUTOGRAPHS AND TELLS HER TO MEET HIM IN THE TOURBUS THEN YKK

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ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the versus tour takes place in your hometown! while doing autographs, you seem catch the matt sturniolo’s eye.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, choking if you squint, making out, oral (male and female receiving), dry humping (?), face fucking, spanking, p in v, overstimulation, dumbification, marking, some degradation/praising, hair pulling, squirting, cream pie, ROUGHH

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,427

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i added this to my welcome post but i’m going to say it here too. my requests are now CLOSED because i’ve been getting overwhelmed and i want to get them done LOL but my inbox is still open so feel free to chat with me :)

idk when i’ll open them again, but they will be eventually!

the moment you’ve been waiting for for months has finally arrived. you and your best friend hannah were lucky enough to get tickets to the sturniolo triplets tour in your hometown.

currently, the small talk line moves slowly but surely. your friend is decked out in purple for nick while you’re wearing blue for matt.

“we’re next!” hannah gushes, clapping her hands in excitement. she pushes you ahead of her. “i’m scared. you go first.”

you roll your eyes playfully. honestly, you’re not nervous to meet your favorites. you feel chill, which is the opposite of what you thought you’d be like.

matt greets you by hugging you tight and smiling. “how are you?” he asks, taking his card and signing it.

“i’m doing good.” you return his smile. “you liking the tour so far?”

he nods, eyeing you up and down. he feels something different about you. this doesn’t feel like any other small talk.

“i love it.”

the security man motions for you to go on ahead. of course, you listen and start to grab your items, but matt stops you. “do you have a boyfriend?”

see, if this were any other person you’d be weirded out by this question; but because it’s matthew sturniolo, you answer.

“nope.”

he licks his lips, taking the card that he signed and flipping it over to write something.

the scary security is getting angry and impatient with you, so you can only read what he wrote as you walk away. your eyeballs almost burst out of your skull.

i want to see you after the show.

now, you and hannah are standing in the red carpet line before the show actually starts.

you guys talk until it’s your turn, the both of you going since you want a group picture. first is chris, then nick, and lastly matt. he hugs you longer than the other two.

a chill runs down your spine when his voice tickles against your ear. “i’ll meet you outside later, right?”

he pulls away, getting ready to pose for the picture, but you nod for an answer.

“that was so much fun!” hannah screeches as you guys walk to the parking lot.

you agree, before stopping. “i need to go back and use the restroom. do you mind taking my stuff with you to my car?”

she grins, grabbing your stuff. “sure thing.”

you speed walk back to the venue, fewer and fewer people flooding the area as you wait.

a door opens moments later, sounding like the backstage door, and you turn to the source.

you blush, your cheeks heating up more and more the closer he gets with that damn smile on his face.

pinch me this can’t be real.

“hi,” he says lowly.

“hi,” you repeat back.

he looks at his watch. “they’re yapping away in there so we should have some time.”

you’re not sure what that means but again: since it’s matthew fucking sturniolo… you’ll listen without a doubt.

your heartbeat pumps rapidly in your chest when he sneaks you into the tour bus.

you kind of feel bad for leaving hannah behind… but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

the bus looks way bigger on the outside than the inside, and you’re still trying hard to wrap your head around that you’re with matthew. fucking. sturniolo.

he admires the way you take it all in with his hands shoved into his pockets. he’s sure you’re thinking about so many things right now, but the only thing he can think of is how badly he wants to fuck you.

thinking about a fan that way is insane, but he just finds you so much different than any other fan girl. you’re confident, kind, and gorgeous.

you finish observing the tour bus and smile wide at him. “it’s very cool in here.”

“yeah.” he chuckles. “the beds are a tight squeeze though.”

you giggle, and he steps closer. your mind runs a million miles a minute with each step he takes. “do you trust me?” he questions, now inches away from you.

you raise a brow suspiciously. “should i not?”

he smirks, shaking his head. “i’m just checking.” he places his hands on your hips gently, running them up and down.

leaning towards your ear, he whispers. “be good for me, yeah?”

your legs subconsciously squeeze together, and he cups your cheeks with his palms. he leans in slowly. he hesitates when his lips ghost yours to see if you’d protest, but because you don’t, he kisses you.

his tongue licks your lips to indicate that he wants you to open, but you don’t. you feel the coldness of his rings on the side of your neck before he squeezes. when you gasp at the sudden contact, that’s his sign for his tongue to enter your mouth. “you promised you’d be good.” he says between the kiss.

you smirk. “i didn’t promise anything.”

he snarls, leaning back in. the make-out goes on for at least thirty seconds before he pulls away, the lipstick you had on now smeared on both of your mouths.

your eyes have a mind of their own and look down, seeing his rock-hard erection as clear as day through his jeans. “get on your knees.”

your eyebrows shoot to your hairline at the sudden tone change, but you obey either way.

he wastes no time to unbuckle his belt to pull down his jeans, his dick springing out right in front of you. the tip is red and leaking pre-cum. you open your mouth wide without him having to tell you, and he smirks.

leaning in, he grabs your hair and stops you. “no.” he says.

instead, he slaps the head on your tongue before pushing in slowly. it’s like you can feel every vein enter your mouth, gagging in the process when he’s deep in your throat. “holy shit.” he breathes, seeing how much of him you took.

it’s not all of it, but it’s more than he thought. you give him puppy dog eyes through your lashes, despite them being glossy.

he starts to thrust into your mouth, jaw slack as he watches his dick run past your lips in one swift motion. the grip on your head stays tight, him hunching over slightly to get deeper.

you moan at the shape protruding in your throat, the gagging and sloppy wet noises making you turned on even more. “fuck i’ve been wanting to do this since you opened that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” he pants, moving at an ungodly speed that makes it hard for you to breath. “do you just let random guys use this mouth? sure seems that way.”

you moan again, lifting yourself off of the ground the tiniest bit so you can feel the top of his shoe on your swollen clit.

whimpering at the feeling, you start to grind yourself on it while he still fucks your mouth. your arms wrap around his leg, humping faster like a bitch in heat.

“that’s a little pathetic.” he laughs hoarsely, groaning when his dick twitches. “so, so needy for me.”

you let out a pained sob because along with your throat, the feeling of you grinding also hurts. it would be best if you had something way more than his shoe.

“s-shit.” he whimpers, pulling out to where only the tip is in your mouth, making sure you get all of his cum on your tastebuds. he smears the rest on your lips.

matt lifts you from the ground, bending you over the small table that they have. he grabs your ass before giving it a light spank.

it’s his turn to kneel now, simultaneously taking off your leggings. he bites your ass before sliding your panties over. you feel his breath against your aching core. “jesus christ.” he mumbles. “you’re dripping down your legs already. aren’t you just an eager thing?”

he spreads your folds with his thumbs, blowing cool air on them that makes you jolt. you’re too sensitive for that.

then, your phone starts to ring right next to you. it’s hannah.

shit.

you cannot not answer, because if you don’t she’ll think something is wrong. you swipe, putting the phone on speaker. “hell— oh.”

matt immediately digs into you, eating you out like he hasn’t eaten ever in his life.

“where the hell are you? i’ve been waiting by your car for like thirty minutes. using the bathroom shouldn’t take this long, y/n.”

the man below you squeezes your thighs, spreading yourself wider to practically be nose-deep inside of you. your eyes roll back hard, mouth hanging open with silent moans leaving it. “hello?”

“h-hannah i’m sorry i’ll— mm— be out s-soon. i’m sorry.”

“are you okay?” she questions.

with that, matt starts sucking at your bud, causing your legs to shake. you grip the table as hard as you can, your upper body giving out and laying flat on the surface in front of you.

“yes i’m fine!” you say, trying to reach for his head and push him away, but that only makes him grab onto you harder.

he’s fascinated by the way you taste it’s almost hypnotizing. your arousal drips down his chin, and the way he’s sucking has your orgasm wash over you without warning. “i’m cumming.” you whine, and you feel the smug smile on his face.

“oh, so you’re coming? thank god because it’s a little chilly out here,” hannah replies.

“fuck yes.” you moan but cover it by clearing your throat. “i mean, yes. i will be coming in a-a bit.”

she sighs through the phone. “okay.”

you quickly hang up without saying goodbye, holding on for dear life since your release knocked your legs out.

he holds you, getting up and wiping your cum off of his face. “you’re a bit of a bad girl, aren’t you?”

spank.

“leaving your friend out there all alone.”

spank.

“so that you can fuck me.”

spank.

“like a slut.”

spank.

you wince every time he hits you, the stinging tingling on your ass. he grabs your hips and arches you more.

he moves his tip up and down at your entrance teasingly, getting wetter by the second. “matt, please.” you whine, your pussy desperate for his cock. “please fuck me.”

he stops, waiting for a beat before pushing into you like it’s no big deal. he’s big for sure, but because of your wetness, he slides in perfectly. the both of you moan, and matt stares at where you conjoined. “your pussy’s fucking amazing.” he groans. “by far the best i’ve ever had.”

you start to bounce back on him since he’s taking his sweet ass time, but out of nowhere starts pounding into you.

whatever they have on the table starts to either fall or rattle from him railing into you. he takes your hands and pins them behind your back. “harder.” you wince out, and he whistles.

“you have no idea what you just asked for.” he says, doing the opposite and slowing down. “you won’t be able to speak, baby.”

baby. you moan at the nickname.

you’re way past the point of ‘omg i’m hanging out with matt sturniolo!’

you try bouncing your ass back again, but this time he smacks it and spreads your legs wider to plow into you deeper. “so impatient.” he sighs.

all you can do is scream and gasp for air with each thrust, hands balled up into fists.

your mind becomes blank once your eyes cross, your mouth hung open with your chin resting on the table. he hits just the right spot each time, squeezing around him.

“i— i—” you try to warn that you’re close, but your mind won’t let you.

he wasn’t kidding about the won’t be able to speak part.

“you can do it,” he says, knowing damn well you can’t.

your body becomes limp like a rag doll, matt having completely corrupted you.

he tuts fake pouting. “look who’s cock drunk. be a good girl and cum for me. you deserve it.”

blabbing a response, you squirt before cumming harder than before. usually, you’d be embarrassed, but you’re too far gone to care.

“that’s so hot.” he grunts, fucking you through your orgasm. “come on, baby. one more.”

“i can’t.” you sob, his hand letting go of yours before wrapping your hair not once but twice to lift your body to his.

“you can and you will,” he says, your third orgasm already building up in less than two minutes.

tears run down your face, eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. there’s no way the human body can have this much pleasure and be okay.

matt kisses your neck, sucking a big mark when he finds the sweet spot. “i know you’re close already.” he says, his cum starting to leak into you deep.

you can’t stop your body from spasming, letting out one last sob before you cum again.

he pulls out, laying down on top of you and rubbing around your body soothingly to calm you down from your heavy breathing.

he covers your full cunt with your underwear so his cum doesn’t ooze out. he kisses your clothed pussy, and you flinch from the sensitivity. “making sure it’s in there.” he smirks.

after a few minutes, he helps you sit on the table to put your undergarments back on. your eyes are half closed from the post-sex haze.

matt grabs you water and a bag of chips before giving you one last hug. you guys talk for a little before he makes sure the coast is clear for you to get out without being seen.

you’re limping like crazy back to your car, seeing hannah impatiently tap her foot while leaning against the door.

once she sees you, she comes storming over. “you’re so lucky you’re my best friend or i would kill you.” she threatens. “i’ve been standing here for an hour.”

“i’m sorry.” you rasp out.

she studies your face, and it looks like you quite literally saw god. “oh my god, are you sure you are alright? you look like you got jumped.”

“it’s the after-show feeling.” you lie. “i’m exhausted. let’s go.”

she doesn’t question anymore, not even the random snacks and water you have. you start the car and place the stuff matt gave you down until you see there’s a post-it note attached to the bag of sour cream and onion.

to my favorite fan,

xxx-xxx-xxxx

text me when you get the chance, gorgeous

- matt :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[stinkyme]

Hello! This is a Tachihara little oneshot I wrote like..now lol, but I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: contains NSFW elements (nothing is specifically described, just experience itself is mentioned), established relationship, GN!reader, angst, departure, contains spoilers of manga/new bsd episode, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I am not all too confident in my angst but I hope it will be enjoyable :)

Last time || Tachihara Michizou x Reader

Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc. Tic - toc.

Too loud.

Everything is way too loud. Clock on the wall feels like it's inside of your skull applying more pressure. Waves of the sharp sound were stuck inside of your head making it spin. Everything is blurry. You swallow.

"What did you just say?" you barely ask, not even sure whether you even said something just now. Your own voice gets drowned by everything else.

"You heard me. That's Fukuchi's plan. My plan is to put an end to it." Tachihara replies, evidently divided and troubled. Room appears smaller, more suffocating. Clock is getting louder. However, the more you look at him the more he seems sure of his decision.

"You will die." you spill your words like they are the most casual thing in the world. 

"You will die and there is nothing I can do about it." you widen your eyes, swallowing once more. Your throat feels tight as your eyes gain light only due to your tears forming.

Tachihara looks away, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and anger.

"There is nothing I can do about it." you repeat yourself as realization is only now kicking in, everything becomes more real and heavy on your chest. Tachihara keeps looking away, closing his eyes for a moment as he is listening to his lover spiraling.

"Tell me. Tell me Tachihara!" you yell at him suddenly, overwhelmed by everything. By realization, by this plain room, by him.

"What the hell am I supposed to do now?!" you yell once more, your voice grows shaky as breathing gets harder. It feels like you have everything on your chest and absolutely nothing to put your hands on, to lift off at least a bit of the baggage. There is nothing you can do. Nothing. 

Tachihara flinches, not out of fear but out of uncomfortability and guilt. Last thing he ever wished was to put you in a position like this. He could've never predicted it.

"We don't have much time left, Y/N." he finally speaks, trying to be the calm one. Naturally, he made his decision and it was a final one. You stay silent. Your throat feels like it has thousands of hands around it, stopping you from saying anything. What would you even say? Your mind feels empty and hazy. Time moves too slow, but way too fast as well. You pray to something, anything that may hear you now, just to tell you what to do. But, you are met with silence. Until he speaks up.

"I decided. This is something I have to do. Do you think I like it?!" he is yelling now, overwhelmed with his own choice too.

"Do you think I give a shit?! About anyone or anything else?! Sure, yeah, I would love to be able to spend more time with Gin and the old man, to be able to.. see them, again. Normal. Sure. I would love that!" his voice switches between silent and loud as his emotions overwhelm his decision.

"Do you think I don't regret anything?! Do you think I don't wish to be able to live a little bit longer?" he suddenly makes a pause and sighs out.

"The only reason I am here right now is because of you. You are the only aspect that makes this decision many more times harder than it is! The hell with it." he says the last sentence with a certain pain, barely audible as his voice breaks. You keep watching him as he looks away again.

"But this is my decision. This is something I have to do. This is something I owe to the Mafia. To Jouno. To you." he says in a more calm tone. He looks at you for a quick moment, his eyes holding no hesitation.

Oh, how painful it is to be helpless. To be unable to stop somebody who accepted death as their resolve. To be unable to take them and shield them with your emotions. Clock gets silent. Now, you become more aware. 

"If you want to do something or help me in any way.." he trails off, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Then help me by letting me stay in your mind in a good way. Let me just be your Michizou for the very last time." his voice is a mixture of desperation and sadness.

How can you deny a dying man's wish? Is it to be optimistic and think if you don't fulfill his last wish maybe gods will give him more time? Or is it to be selfish and egotistical and think that you have any control over it?

"That's why I am here. I want to ask you to let me be me, for the very last time. I haven't gotten to be like that for a while now." he says in a more determined tone, this is his last time asking.

You feel your throat tighten as your eyes fill with tears.

But your heart is screaming at you.

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Don't be a fool.

So be it. If this is how it has to be, then you should savor that very last moment with him. You know already you will never be the same, so why not also let yourself be you for the very last time? 

"You don't owe me anything." you finally speak up, more calm than before. 

"You were..everything a person can need." you continue quietly.

"I will make sure that..your sacrifice doesn't go to waste. That's another thing I can promise." you say with more confidence now.

"So, please now… let us be us, once more." you speak with a soft smile, even though you feel your heart aching. 

He comes closer, embracing you in a deep, needy hug. Quickly enough your clothes are gone and your lips find each other in a desperate kiss of lovers who are soon to be unfairly torn away from each other. 

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You can feel your eyes watering the whole time during sex with him, not from pleasure itself, but from the fact that you know you are running out of time.

Each time he touches you, any part of you - your back, your thighs, your neck, your stomach, it feels like it's not enough. It feels like his touch just burns away from your skin. You are trying so hard to focus on how his touch feels. Each moment passes and you become more aware that this might be the last. Some sense of hope appears when he touches your skin in the same place again. But it dies out quickly. How you wish to be able to mold his hands into your skin, just so you can feel them, always. Never have to forget about the softness and touch of them. Tears roll down your face as you turn away from him, trying not to make him see. He notices, naturally and brings his hands closer to your face, his thumbs gently rubbing the tears away.

"I know. But, we said this will be us for the very last time. This is not, is it?" he tries to lighten up the mood with a soft voice and you turn your head around, facing him. You know he is right. You don't want the last thing he thinks about is your face filled with endless tears as you share the last act of intimacy with one another. You suddenly get filled with passion, putting your hands on his cheeks and giving him a deep kiss that is filled with all your love and desire. You try your best to make that kiss contain every fiber, every cell, every emotion of your being. You try to transfer part of your soul in it, just to keep him safe. Just to make him know how loved he is by you. He returns the same desire back, putting all of his being into the kiss and touch, hoping that part of him stays with you, always. Both of you squeeze your eyes as they fill up with tears, getting breathless as emotions start to overflow alongside pleasure.

You cum at the same time and stay hugged for a little while. There is no time left. It's time to say goodbye. You dress up, feeling more dreadful than ever. 

"I need to leave now." he says softly, his throat tightening and making it harder to speak.

"I know." you reply, looking at his tired face. He takes your hands and squeezes them with his, leaning forward and placing a long and strong kiss on top of them. He puts them on his chest for a moment as your eyes fill with tears once more. You take a breath in as he moves back up and leans closer to you, your hands still squeezed together on his chest.

"I love you. That's all you need to remember about me. That I love you with every part of my being." he says in a calm tone and you can feel your heart in your throat. That's what hurts the most. What about all the plans you had? About all the ideas and desires you had? What about the future? Where are you supposed to go now?

"I know. I love you too. I love you even more." you say as calmly as possible, knowing that the last thing you need now is an argument with him. But how much you desire to be able to ask him to run away with you. From everything and everyone. As if he reads your thoughts, he speaks up.

"I thought about it. But I can't run away." he says softly before letting go of your hands.

"That's not how we do it." he continues as he takes the necklace off of his neck. He takes your hand and places it inside of your palm, squeezing it with his own hand.

"I will always be with you, okay? You will never be alone. Not even for a moment. So, go on and achieve everything we wanted." he whispers as he places his forehead on yours for a moment before pulling away and placing a soft kiss on top of it.

You can feel your whole body getting insanely warm as your eyes tear up. He gently pulls away and smiles at you before turning away and leaving. You watch his back and you wish you could scream or yell. You wish you could say anything. You squeeze the necklace inside your hand, feeling so much anger and grief already. Tears roll down your cheeks but you keep it together until he looks at you for a very last time and waves at you, a sheepish smile on his face. He knew that a burden he left behind on you was unfair, but that's something he believed you can handle.

You wave and smile back. He closes the doors behind him slowly and you fall down on your knees, sobbing your heart out and trying to beg anybody just to keep him around. You know. It's futile.

Nothing will ever be the same again.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Dragon and the Rose {Part 02 of 03}

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

Chapter word count: 1.5 K

Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

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Next part -> (03)

{House of the Dragon Masterlist}

The Taste of Rain

Unbelievable. How could they not let you through? It's not as if you're trying to invade the riches of the King, just the gardens. “I'm the King's guest. I'm allowed to go wherever I please.” You try arguing, but the two men don't even flinch, their spears crossed in front of you. Gasping, you roll your eyes.

“Only with the King's permission.” One of them says.

“I do have the King's permission.”

“Only with-”

“I give her permission.” The voice comes from somewhere behind you, interrupting the guard. And it's familiar, so you turn around with your skin tingling.

Prince Daemon's face is lit up by the torches on each side of the hall, and you can tell his eyes are on you. “You Grace.” You mumble, suddenly aware of your simple clothing. The white nightgown is covered by a blue and green cloak of silk, the hood pulled over your head. “I don't mean any trouble. I just wanted to see the gardens.”

The Prince walks over to you, and when he's close, he pulls the hood down, looking down at you. “Then the gardens you shall see.” He says, and you head when the guards move the spears out of the way.

Prince Daemon takes your arm in his, walking through the arch that gives access to the North Wing gardens. The moon is full, and the silver light makes everything look like a dream. “I heard there's a fountain with the sculpture of two dragons in flight,” You say. “I thought I'd come and see it. Didn't expect the guard not to let me pass.”

“From now on, you will have safe passage anywhere you want to go, at any time of the day but...” Stopping, he turns to look at you. “As beautiful as the gardens are, and even though you, a Tyrell, must love a place like this, there's a far more interesting place I could take you.”

Narrowing your eyes, you think you know what he means. “Would it be... Balerion's skull...?” It comes out softly, as you struggle to contain your excitement.

Prince Daemon's lips break into a bright smile. “I knew it... You're no ordinary girl.” Tilting his head to where you came from, he starts guiding you off the garden.

You're taken through halls you've never crossed, on a wing of the castle, you weren't allowed in. Prince Daemon keeps the small talk, as he usually does when you meet during the day, under many pairs of eyes. You Septa, your father, or the court... But now, he walks much closer and touches the small of your back every time you need to take a turn.

Moments later, you go down a set of stairs, into a large chamber. It's lit by many, many candles, but what gets your attention is the massive skull. “By all the gods...” You mutter, frozen in place. “Is this even real?”

“As real as me and you, my Lady.” He says. “Balerion was the largest dragon since the conquest of Valyria. When he spread his wings, he was so large his shadow could engulf entire towns when he passed overhead.” As he speaks, you walk closer to the skull, trying to imagine its size while alive. “His teeth were as long as swords.”

“It must be undescribable to fly on such a creature.” Reaching out your hand over your head, you try to touch it.

“It is.” He agrees. “I could take you if you think you're brave enough.”

Smiling, you look at him. “Do you think I am, your Grace?”

The Prince nods. “I do. And you may call me Daemon.”

•••

After that nightly meeting, you and the Prince have been meeting regularly, once, something twice a day, when his duties as the head of the City Watch aren't overwhelming. You had meals together, some with the King present, some with your father present, and some just the two of you. The last ones are your favorite.

For some reason, your return to Highgarden has been delayed half a dozen times. Every time your father says it's time to start to pack your things, it takes only a matter of hours for him to come back and say that you'll be staying after all. You're suspicious of Daemon because every time you mention it, there's a smirk on his face. But you don't mind. You don't want to go.

Early evening many weeks later, you're seated in your chambers, using the candle lights to sew. You hate sewing, but the Septa had many important Ladies your age here for this... Pasttime after supper. And it's boring.

Out there, the air smells of rain. “Lady Tyrell,” a Dornish girl calls, getting your attention. “Could you please close that window? The wind is cold.”

No, I cannot. “Of course.” Nodding to one of the servants, the young boy moves to pull the window close. “Septa, I beg you excuse me. I'm almost done with these patterns for my father's new cloak, and I want to show him.” A lie, but you hope she won't notice.

“I believe your father is at the council, with the King.”

“Then I shall see if the council is over.” Without giving her the chance to protest, you get up and leave, walking fast.

This couldn't be more boring, you think as you walk through the half-lit halls. The sewing forgotten, left somewhere near your chambers for someone to find. You're not sure where to go. Leo is having late lessons - as a punishment -, and Prince Daemon is with the City Watch... Your doubts are suddenly lifted when heavy rain starts falling.

The closest garden is on the Southwest wing of the castle, so you turn around and make your way there. At this time of night, nobody will see you, and you will deal with your Septa's complaints later.

Holding your skirts out of the way, you ignore the guard's odd looks when they see you walking right into the rain. The water is cold against your skin, unlike the rains in Highgarden, where the water is fresh, and not this sharp. But you don't mind.

Walking among the bushes and flower beds, you breathe in the aroma that is awakened by the rain. It feels like home, but still, wild enough to be something entirely new.

“I get a feeling It's much easier to find you in the gardens than in your chamber, my Lady.” The voice makes you smile and turn around to see your Prince standing there, in the rain, a couple of feet away from you.

“Your Grace,” you say, making a deep curtesy and realizing how you must look, soaking wet - and a bit stupid to be here -. “Forgive me for-”

“I won't forgive you.” He says, cutting you off. “Not when there's nothing to forgive... You're shivering. What are you doing here in a storm?”

Shrugging, you step closer to him. “I was sewing... And you know how much I love doing that.”

“Precisely why I went looking for you. But your Septa said you left to find your father... That's how I knew you'd have escaped to one of the gardens.”

“You know me too well.”

“I know you enough to know you must be cold.” Daemon gestures to a roofed area, and you take his arm, letting him guide you there.

As is true, you're freezing. But you wouldn't let that keep you from walking in the gardens, not when it would give you a view nobody is bold enough to take. “I see beauty in everything. Just look... The badly lit flowers, the rain drops reflecting the fire in the torches... The darkness makes it look like the garden is infinite.”

Daemon takes his time looking, the only torches still burning are those under the protection of the wooden roofs that are supposed to provide a path through the gardens when it's raining... A path you didn't want to take. “You're right, as usual.” Then, all of a sudden, the Prince puts his arms around you from behind, embracing you and pressing your back against his chest. “Not only the dragons are warm...” He whispers, and you feel the cold that was so firmly attached to your bones fading away.

“If anyone saw us like that...”

“So what if someone saw us?” Daemon says, unmoving. “I'm the Prince, and you're a high-born Lady... and I'm making court...”

That makes you turn around in his arms, looking up at him. His white, Targaryen hair is sticking to his face. “What do you mean? That would be... A good excuse.”

“But it isn't. My wife passed away almost a year ago, and now that I got my share of political marriage, I want to marry a woman of my choice.”

“I... Don't know what to say...” It comes out in a whisper, as your heart starts beating faster than it ever did.

“Don't say anything, not now.” He touches your chin softly, his skin hot despite the cold wind and rain. “Save it for when I ask for your hand formally.”

“A-and when will that be?”

He simply smiles. “You're a very impatient woman.” And then, Daemon leans down, capturing your lips with a kiss that tastes of rain and promises.

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I just read ur fic about mulder and scully watching p*rn and I AM LIVING pls give us chapter 2 🥵 you write these two so well!!!

Thank you so much!! And thank you so much to everyone who sent me an ask about it! I've accidentally missed a ton of messages and I'm so moved by the love and support I've gotten in there. I'm going to be responding to everyone over the course of the next few days, but I'm using this ask to respond with Chapter 2 of Be Kind Rewind! I hope people who liked it are still around and interested in reading it <3 I am so appreciative of you all.

Be Kind Rewind II

Prompt: can you write a fic of mulder and scully somehow ending up watching something from mulder’s “collection” together? (pre-relationship)

Chapter 1 | Ao3

Mulder had died and gone to Heaven. Surely, that was the only explanation for how he was currently holding Dana Scully in his arms as her tongue coaxed its way into his mouth.

His brain struggled to reconcile the sensations of kissing a woman and the knowledge that the woman was Scully. His Scully. Mulder had spent so long sequestering his desire for her to his most private moments, that being able to lean against her and feel her warm body meld against his made him feel delirious. From the way her mouth felt pressed against his to the little puffs of exhalation caressing his cheek, Mulder felt entirely overwhelmed by her.

Without her heels, their height difference proved to be more of a challenge than normal. The back of his neck burned in protest from craning down at such an unnatural angle, but he'd be damned if he let that stop him. Scully, ever his partner, eased herself up on the balls of her feet to meet him halfway. The movement caused her to sway a bit, but when her breast grazed against his sternum, she didn't move away. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into him as her jaw worked greedily against his.

It didn't feel real. He was kissing Scully. She was kissing him back. Suddenly, the games he used to play in the bathtub where he'd see how long he could hold his breath underwater felt like preparation for this very moment. He might've been out of the water, but he was absolutely drowning in Dana Scully's rapt attention.

When he was afraid he might pass out and finally had to acquiesce, he pulled away from the kiss only to feel her body careen forward in an effort to prolong their contact. Mulder's hands darted to her hips to steady her and he almost flinched upon his fingertips making contact with a sliver of warm skin where her shirt had ridden up.

Her eyes had been closed, and when they blinked open, her pupils were blown with desire. Mulder wished he had something smooth or charming to say right now, but all he could do was try to suppress the goofy, toothy grin that seemed to only grow wider the more he looked at her.

She let out a little breathy chuckle before running the pads of her thumbs over his bottom lip as if mesmerized by her own newly conquered territory. For the first time since they kissed, she looked into his eyes and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the intensity of her stare. "Stupid fucking bee," she whispered with an impish grin.

The explicative went straight to his cock, and he knew Scully had to have felt it throb against her stomach. Mulder raised his hand to the back of her neck, toying with the collar of her shirt and the golden chain of her necklace before pressing his hand flat against the nape of her neck, An inch of raised scar tissue rubbed against his palm, and his fingers curved protectively. "I've spent so long wondering…" he admitted before raking the tips of his fingers through the hair at the base of her scalp.

She licked her lips tentatively as she nodded. "I know," she finished, letting her hands slide up from his jaw so that she was cupping his face in her hands, her fingers cradling his skull. Then, as always, she provided him with tangible evidence of her theory. Scully raised herself up on the balls of her feet while pulling him towards her so that she could press her swollen lips to his. And once again, he found himself wholly overwhelmed by the sensation of having her tongue in his mouth, feeling her cling onto him as her hands roamed his body.

Growing bolder, he slid the hand that had been resting on her hip a little lower. Then a little lower after that. Until he was cupping Scully's ass as she let out a muffled groan into his mouth. She slid her knee up his leg towards his hip in an attempt to press her groin against his, but the momentum caused them both to stumble back until Scully's calves pressed up against the couch cushion. Suddenly, Scully was reclined on the couch while he had one knee resting next to her thigh as his hands grabbed the back of the couch for balance, bracketing Scully's head in between his arms.

In normal circumstances, he would've laughed at the clumsy fumble, but in normal circumstances, Scully wasn't staring at him with bedroom eyes and swollen lips.

A loud, guttural groan tore from his chest as the sensation of Scully's lithe hand cupping him through his pants threatened to buckle his knees. He suddenly became incoherent as she traced his length with her palm, curving her fingers against the girth. All he could bring himself to do was bury his face into the crook of her neck and let out incomprehensible strings of encouragement and appreciation.

He felt Scully's face turn towards him before he recognized the sensation of her lips nibbling on the thin skin covering the tendon of his neck. Bolts of arousal were shooting through his nervous system and disseminating into every part of his body. He felt possessed by her, and it was intoxicating.

But he wanted her to feel good too.

Taking one of his hands off the back of the couch, he placed his palm against her hip, running it tentatively up her torso until he was cupping one of her breasts. Despite there being at least two layers of fabric between their skin, she jolted towards him. The action elicited a sound that was somewhere in between a gasp and a whimper, and the proximity of her mouth to the shell of his ear caused his body to break out in a wave of goosebumps as he shuddered.

He began moving his thumbs against the thin fabric, finding the spot where he could feel turgidity blooming under the cotton. Encouraged by the sounds she was making, he began flexing his hand against her, kneading the weight of her breast in his hand.

Scully's head fell back onto the couch cushion, and the column of pale skin being exposed to him was too tantalizing to neglect. He bent forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of her throat, suckling at her skin while he felt her heartbeat flutter under his tongue. "Oh my god," she whispered almost inaudibly.

He wasn't sure how they ended up here, but the next thing he knew, Scully was sprawled across the couch with him leaning over her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. His hands were under her shirt, resting on her ribs as his thumbs teased the bottom of her bra.

"May I?" he rasped, moving his hands further up her sides and causing her shirt to bunch up over his knuckles. In response, she arched her back, and he used the movement to pull her shirt the rest of the way off, careful not to tug on her hair.

Mulder took a moment to appreciate her simple, black bra before reaching his hands behind her again. In his excitement, he fumbled a couple of times with the clasp, but his embarrassment quickly went away when he saw Scully smirk at him. He managed to free her of the garment, leaving Scully naked from the waist up underneath him.

It might've been imperceivable to someone who didn't know her as well as he did, but as soon as her bra came off, he saw a level of vulnerability settle over her. She began licking her lips while slightly curving her shoulders inward, watching his reaction as if she expected it to be anything other than elation.

"My chest is small… I've been told… during."

All of her exes were morons.

They were perfect. She was perfect. He pressed his face to her chest and nuzzled his cheek against the heft of her breasts. Her nipples prodding against his jawline caused him to turn his head so he could pepper kisses across her skin, adorning her with the affection others had been too brutish to bestow.

Under his attention, the skin of her chest became marbled red as her flush manifested in blotchy patches. When he took one of her nipples into his mouth, she gasped so loud he worried he'd done something wrong until he remembered she said her breasts were sensitive.

In his fantasies, he'd always imagined she'd be responsive. Over the years he'd witnessed how sensitive Scully's skin was, but hearing how labored her breathing became as he switched between sucking and flicking. He split his attention between each breast, making sure whichever one didn't have his mouth was getting plenty of attention from his hand. She fit against his palm perfectly, and he was mesmerized by the impossible softness of her skin.

After a few minutes of this, he kissed his way up her sternum until his mouth was against her neck. "Scully, I love your breasts."

She let out a little breathy laugh before joking, "I think they love you too."

He resumed his attention, but spread it across her whole torso, wanting to commit every bit of her to memory. When his teeth grazed the skin covering her ribs, he felt her muscles tense away from him and he pulled back. "Sorry. That tickles," she grinned.

With as much seriousness as he could muster, he asked, "Where?" Then, putting his hand on her side, he flexed his fingers, grinning as she gasped and lurched away from him. "There?"

"Mulder, don't," she warned with a breathy laugh, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. The movement caused her to push her breasts together and suddenly Mulder forgot what he was just doing.

Scully must've seen his expression change because her hands quickly slid to her waistband with his own hands trailing quickly behind. They made quick work of ridding Scully of her pants. As the fabric slid down her legs, he repositioned them so that he was sitting normally on the couch while Scully sat on his lap – her back to his front as her legs dangled on either side of his own, her feet unable to touch the ground.

Scully seemed shocked at the sudden change in position, but when his hand slid down her abdomen, she simply fell limp against him, reclining her head back so that it was resting against his shoulder.

His fingers slowly crept under the elastic of her underwear, treading through her public hair until he felt slick warmth.

"You're so wet," he murmured in disbelief. "Was this from the video?"

"Not even slightly," she asserted with a sardonic laugh, a sound he felt resonate against his chest. Then, in a softer voice, she added, "It's because of you."

His eyes fluttered shut as the weight of that statement threatened to rock him off-kilter. To say he was aroused was an understatement. An eight-inch long understatement currently straining against the denim of his pants. But part of what was titillating was that he was on the cusp of learning truths he'd only been able to speculate, and speculate he had, with his cock in his hand since he fell in love with her. If he was honest, even before. What would she sound like? What did she like? Was she bossy or submissive or both? With each second that passed at this moment, he was learning something new.

Mulder progressed slowly, feeling her reactions before proceeding further. He watched her face with rapt captivation as he slid his middle finger into her, palm up. Her brows furrowed and Mulder paused a moment, his finger still inside her, as he watched for any sign of pain or discomfort. When he felt her hips wiggle against his hand in silent encouragement, he withdrew his finger slightly, curving it against her upper wall before plunging it back into her tight heat. Despite the fact his second knuckle was just sticking out of her, and that his index and ring fingers were flush against her labia, she still rolled her hips against him as if he could possibly get any deeper.

As she squirmed in his lap, her ass kept grinding against his crotch, causing him to inadvertently buck against her and push her harder against his hand. Based on her reactions, he took the initiative to plunge his ring finger inside of her while pressing the palm of his hand against her swollen clit.

Scully gasped as her head lolled back and forth against his shoulder. Taking advantage of the position, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, sucking on her erogenous zone with fervor. With his free hand, he slid up her torso until he was groping her breast again, kneading its weight while using his forearm to lock her in place tightly against him.

Restraining her elicited a surge of arousal to coat his digits as the squirming of her hips grew. She was babbling a mixture of his name and pleas, and he had to use all of his willpower to keep from grinding into her ass like his body so desperately craved.

As he massaged her breast, he pinched her nipple and within a second, she was coming in his arms. He had to tighten his hold to prevent her from rocking out of his lap as he helped her ride out her orgasm.

He stopped moving when she crushed his hand in between her thighs, rolling her hips a few more times with his hand trapped until she bonelessly collapsed against him.

"Oh my god," she panted breathlessly.

"You're incredible," he replied, his voice equally as strained as hers.

While she was catching her breath, he gently eased himself out from under her so that she was taking his spot on the couch with him kneeling in front of her. He slowly removed her sodden underwear, but instead of rejoining her on the couch, he stayed where he was and parted her legs.

As he stood on the precipice to the gates of heaven, he had one thought.

Scully's never come this way before.

The thought that she'd come undone on his tongue, that he'd be the first to pleasure her with his mouth successfully, was almost too much to bear. She had just caught her breath from the last orgasm when he pulled her further down the couch as he settled on his knees.

Her blood was flowing to her sex and he could see her labia was pink and engorged. The way her arousal glistened against the lamplight made him think of peaches. He'd bet that Scully would roll her eyes if she knew he was thinking that, but it was all that came to mind as she lay prone and ripe beneath him.

He was aroused to the point he felt dizzy. He was currently kneeling in between Dana Scully's parted thighs with parts of her he'd never seen before grazing his cheeks, inches from his lips.

"W-wait," she stammered, her breasts falling and rising with her staggered breaths.

He paused and her thighs released their grip on him, parting just enough so that he could see her face. "You really don't have to."

In that moment, Mulder wished he could have seen himself from her point of view. He felt like his entire body was trembling with the desire to taste her. He was practically salivating from his position between her thighs. He might even cry if he didn't get his mouth on her soon.

Even so, the echoed whispers of her past treatment still hung miasmic in the air. She'd been made to feel like a burden to the point that even though everything about his posture non-verbally screamed "please let me go down on you or I'll die," she still thought he was indulging her.

"Would it make you uncomfortable?" he rasped, rubbing his thumb playfully against the skin above her pubic mound.

She licked her lips while staring at him blankly. A moment went by before her face went crimson and she let out a breathy, embarrassed chuckle, "I'm sorry, I got distracted. What did you say?"

"Did I just make you flustered?" he asked incredulously, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. He moved his hands so they were cupping the undersides of her thighs with his thumbs pressing gently into the area where groin met thigh.

She squirmed under his touch as she tried to shake her head. "No," she replied, her smile answering differently.

He leaned forward so that his breath was hitting the wet arousal coating her vulva. "I asked if it would make you uncomfortable if I use my mouth."

The tendons in her groin stretched under his hands as she resisted the urge to buck against his face, her movement caused the skin of her inner thigh to graze his cheek and he felt a droplet of precum escape from the head of his cock. Scully squirmed once more against the back of the couch, her brows furrowing in preemptive pleasure. "N-no," she exhaled.

Scully was looking at him from her position reclined on the arm of the couch. There was a flush across her heaving chest and her eyes were dilated to the point of being almost black. His cock twitched at the sight, and he swore his proudest accomplishment to date was knowing he'd caused her to look like that. Beyond that, he felt overwhelmed by knowing she was entrusting him with her body in this way, that she was letting him take his time to explore her. He wanted to rectify all the times her pleasure wasn't prioritized.

I felt like I needed to just make it quick which took me out of it, and then I couldn't…

"Good, because I've been dreaming about this for years," he assured. Then, before continuing his thought, he pressed a kiss to the top of her pubic mound, putting pressure right above her clit.

Her entire body jerked in response and he realized maybe he didn't need to give her this preface, but he wanted to say it anyway. "I just want you to know that I don't want you to feel like you have to come. I've thought about doing this with you for so long, and I want you to know I'm doing this because I want to not because I feel like it's a chore that needs to be done. Nothing arouses me more than making you feel good. I promise every minute I spend here is a minute I am thoroughly enjoying myself. I'm not doing it with the intention to get it over with."

She was squirming as he spoke, her thighs tensing under his hands, and he could see her breathing quicken. It struck him with a bolt of pride that his breath intimately blowing against her while he spoke was turning her on. "Mulder?" she prompted.

Upon meeting his gaze, a wide smile broke out across her face as her eyes shone with adoration. "Please stop talking," she begged.

Contrary to popular belief, Fox Mulder did in fact know when it was time to shut up.

He finally closed the gap and pressed his mouth to her swollen, glistening folds, moaning when he felt her jerk towards him. "Oh my god," she gasped.

She was swollen already from her first orgasm and he could already feel her arousal dripping off his chin as he worked his mouth against her.

Mulder wasn't lying earlier. He loved this. Blame it on an oral fixation, call him obsessive, whatever it was he was addicted to the sensation of a woman getting off under his tongue. The changes in breath, the fluctuation in pitch, the warmth of arousal on his tongue — it made him feel wanted.

His past partners had expressed a dislike for the act. For years he'd thought it was because they didn't want him to, but after gaining some insight from his talk with Scully, maybe their past partners had made them believe he wouldn't want to. Perhaps they turned it down because they wanted to spare themselves the pain of his anticipated disgust, or maybe they didn't like it because over time it became associated with shame. Regardless, even though he loved this, he didn't have all that much experience.

Luckily for him, their years of unspoken communication were paying off. Just this time, instead of looking for a sideways glance, he was paying attention to the subtle movements of her hips against his mouth, the way he could feel her quick inhalations under the palm that was resting on her lower belly. With every signal, he moved his tongue where she guided him, changing the pressure and speed until he could feel her getting wound tighter and tighter. His heart was beating hard and fast in his chest as if it was trying to escape from the confines of his ribcage. He wanted this to be good for her.

Sometime during this, her legs had migrated over his shoulders and Mulder could feel them trembling as her heels tried to drag him impossibly closer. "Mulder, oh my god, ohmygod," she whimpered in a voice he'd never heard from her before. She sounded so completely and utterly lost in ecstasy that he knew she was close and he knew that meant to not change a damn thing he was doing.

The only change he made was to glance upwards to watch her, and upon doing so, he realized she was watching him this whole time. Her pupils were blown and her jaw was slack as the sounds of her labored breathing filled the room. Scully only met his stare for a moment before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her back arched off the couch, pressing herself against him as her orgasm rolled through her. His name rang out in her breathy, strangled voice as she gripped his wrists.

Mulder didn't let up until he felt one of her hands gently push at his head when she became overly sensitized. He glanced up at the visage of her framed between her thighs, she was looking at him from over her breasts with a toothy grin. "Wow," she giggled, placing one of her hands over her heart.

He'd never been more in love with someone in his entire life.

"You're so beautiful," he told her with a content smile.

She pouted her bottom lip shyly before rocking her body forward so that she was properly sitting on the couch. Her palms cradled his jaw as she used her thumbs to wipe away some of the lingering arousal from his mouth. Scully's attention shifted from his lips to his eyes, and he could see a whirlwind of emotions passing over her features. Gratitude, disbelief, affection, desire, trust — much to his relief, instead of allowing any anxiety about this new stage of their relationship to consume her, she leaned in and kissed him with so much passion and fervor it nearly knocked him over.

Mulder sat up straighter on his knees, making it so they were practically at the same height as he returned her carnal assault on him. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, still finding himself shocked when his hands met the warm, naked skin of her back and she leaned into the touch. Her bare breasts grazed against his chest and he found himself dropping his hands to her sides so he could thumb the gentle curve of the undersides of her breasts.

She exhaled through her nose and shifted a bit, dragging her nails through his hair as she cradled his skull. As she moved, Scully's shin brushed against the front of his pants and he involuntarily broke the kiss to groan into her mouth.

"Why are you still dressed?" she asked so earnestly that he couldn't help but laugh.

"I was distracted," he answered honestly.

They quickly remedied his situation, and as soon as all his clothes were off, she was pushing him against the couch until he was sitting down. Scully put her hands on his knees for balance as she lowered herself to the floor.

However, instead of gravitating immediately towards his groin, she decided to torture him by kissing all over his body, touching him everywhere but the area weeping for her attention. His nipples, his ribs, his Adonis belt. By the time she was near his happy trail, he was squirming and nearly whining with desire. She pressed her parted lips to his neck and lapped at his skin with her tongue while gently sucking and he was almost embarrassed at how loudly he moaned. He hadn't thought that area was an erogenous zone for him. Maybe it was the anticipation of knowing another part of his body would soon receive that treatment or maybe it was just because it was Scully, but whatever it was, he felt like every cell in his body was vibrating with want.

He knew he'd done things to arouse women, that women have derived pleasure from being with him, but Scully made him feel desirable in a way he hadn't experienced before. She looked at him like she wanted to ravish him. It was a confidence boost that shot straight to his groin. He wanted her to possess him: body, mind, and soul.

Suddenly, she leaned back so that she was on her knees in between his legs, and Mulder found himself reciting every World Series winner in an attempt not to come the moment she touched his dick.

Boston Americans, New York Giants, Scully's warm hand, Chicago White Sox, Chicago Cubs, Chi-That feels fucking fantastic, Chicago Cubs, Pittsburg Pirates, how did she know how to do that?

He gave up on his plan as soon as her pink little tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. "Fuck-" he groaned, resisting the urge to let his head fall back onto the couch. He couldn't bear tearing his gaze away from watching Scully touch him. He couldn't even begin to count how many times he'd imagined his scenario in this very same location, but there was no way in hell he could have accurately envisioned just how overwhelming the sensations of her trained hands touching him exactly where he needed.

When Scully lowered her head, it felt like his brain stopped working. Within an instant, he was in Scully's mouth. Scully was giving him a blowjob. His mind could barely comprehend that this was really her. The same lips he'd spent almost a decade staring at were wrapped around his dick.

She began flattening her tongue against the underside of his length, wiggling it against his sensitive flesh and he had to grab the ends of the couch cushions to avoid thrusting into her mouth. As if to help him, Scully placed her elbows on the tops of his thighs as her hands continued their ministrations against his balls and the bottom of his shaft. In this position, he could feel the sides of her breasts against his inner thighs, and his entire groin felt entirely possessed by Scully.

Mulder watched the way her neck flexed as she bobbed her head in his lap, her face obscured by a curtain of red. As gently as he could, he lifted his hand and raked his fingers through her hair, trailing along the warmth of her scalp as he brushed her hair back so he could watch her cheeks hollow around him. Her eyes flickered up to him as a trail of her saliva slid from her mouth down his length.

He didn't know what he did to deserve her, and he wished he could thank every god and deity under the sun that he could die a happy man now. Mulder wanted her to know how much she drove him crazy, how desirable she is, so he didn't hold back the guttural moans tumbling from his mouth, she even drew out a whine.

She pulled away to take a breath, and one of her incisors gently scraped the side of his cock, but it felt oddly erotic and sent a shiver up his spine.

"Sorry," Scully panted, using the back of her hand to wipe away the mixture of precum and saliva coating the bottom half of her face and dribbling onto her chest

"D-don't be," he rasped, his blatant, delirious desire laden in his voice.

With her right hand, she kept an even tempo as she stroked up and down his shaft. With her left, she tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear before her hand darted lower until it was in between her—

"I think I'll die if you do that," he blurted, quickly gripping the base of his cock with a firm hand to subdue the overwhelming urge to come. The idea of Scully masturbating while going down on him was something that took him over the edge in his fantasies; seeing it in the flesh was wholly overwhelming.

Scully's hand remained still on his cock for a moment, the side of her hand touching his own, as she processed what he said. A familiar, bemused smile spread across her face as she teasingly asked, "You'll die if I touch myself?"

"I might finally get you to believe in spontaneous human combustion after all," he joked, in between labored breaths.

Scully rolled her eyes at him goodnaturedly, but instead of letting go immediately, she leaned forward and placed a chaste, gentle kiss on the spongy head of his cock. The sight caused him to involuntarily twitch in her hand, and he could feel the vibrations of her laugh through her lips pressed against him. Her hand fell away as she pulled back, eliciting equal parts relief and devastation. She stood up in front of him, and from his position he was face to face with her swollen, pink folds and he could see her inner thighs were wet and slick from where her arousal had seeped down her legs. The heady smell of her made his head spin and he knew it was inevitable that he wasn't going to last much longer.

The side of Scully's index finger gently pressing against the skin underneath his chin drew his attention up towards her as she stared down at him with a tender expression on her face. "I don't have a condom, but it doesn't bother me to go without with you. I've used a condom with all my other partners, and I know I'm in the clear but if you'd rather-".

He wasn't dumb, he knew it was very evident they were building up to sex, but hearing her make it explicitly clear she was planning on having sex with him felt surreal. "No," he interrupted a little too quickly, causing them both to smile at his eagerness. "I trust you, and I've always been safe," he added softly

He'd never been inside a woman without a condom before and he felt the coil of arousal in his groin tighten knowing he was about to experience that with her. Mulder slid to the side of the couch, making space as Scully crawled onto the couch. She laid on her back and spread her legs to accommodate him nestling in between them.

"S-Scully, at the risk of revealing how long it's been for me, I just want to warn you that I don't think I'll be able to last very long," he admitted.

She exhaled a laugh and ran her palm over his cheek. "We would have been zero to three earlier for orgasms, but I didn't want to kill you." Mulder's eyebrows shot up at the knowledge that going down on him had gotten her that worked up, and she shrugged playfully in response. "I won't last long either. Don't worry about that."

Reaching in between their bodies, he grabbed his cock in hand, and pressed his swollen head to her clit, tapping it so that the weight of him slapped against the reddened bud. Her entire body lurched at the impact and she met his gaze with a breathy chuckle.

"To answer your question from earlier, that feels amazing," she admitted with a playful grin that matched his own.

"Yeah," he agreed, his throat tight.

Mulder rubbed himself up and down her slit as he watched with rapt fascination. He was mesmerized by the sight of his pink tip separating her folds. She was so wet that every time he passed over her entrance, his cock started slipping in, only for him to pull it out as he trailed back up to her clit. It was undoubtedly the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed.

"Mulder?" she asked in a husky voice.

He reluctantly tore his gaze away from their joining, trailing up her body to rest on her flushed face. "Hmm?"

"Please," she begged with an exhalation. She arched her hips with a wanton undulation, causing him to slip into her up to where his hand was in the way.

"Fuck," he gasped between clenched teeth. His hand shot to her hip, smearing her arousal onto her skin.

Mulder plunged the rest of his length into her with minimal resistance as they both moaned in pure rapture. Even with her lubrication, she was so tightly gripped around him that he felt like he could barely breathe. Being inside her without any barrier felt so profoundly intimate he couldn't help but lean down and capture her lips with his own. His hips began bucking against her instinctively, and it gave him the chance to swallow her moans as he tried to find what she liked best.

She seemed to be doing the same as she torturously rotated her hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust while her nails scored the flesh of her back. He wanted her to break skin, mark him with the evidence of her pleasure.

"Scully," he groaned against the crook of her neck. It was mid-sex babble, but the one phrase meant so much.

You feel so good.

I can't believe I'm inside you.

I've been dreaming of this for so long.

Perfect.

Scully seemed to be reaching his level of near-incoherence as she voiced his thoughts. "I can't believe— so good," she gasped, her breasts gyrating with the intensity of their movements.

Scully had never looked so out of control before, and he knew he probably looked no different. They'd waited so long for this moment, and now that it was happening, it was like a divine sensory overload. He brought a hand up to brush her mussed hair back, and she took the opportunity to slide her hands over his ribs, grasping and groping the expanse of his body as he continually pinned her down with his thrusts.

The leather sofa was getting slick from the sweat and heat, and it caused him to lose momentum every time his knees slipped on the surface. He wanted to be cautious not to fall and hurt her, so he placed one hand on the armrest while planting one of his feet on the ground.

Sensing his struggle, Scully began pushing on his chest so she could sit up. "I have an idea," she said, a husky quality to her voice.

"What's that?" he asked, slowing his strokes as he languidly rolled his hips in an upward motion that made her eyes flutter shut.

"Sit on the couch," she demanded.

He had an inkling of what her idea was, so he quickly did what she asked despite his body's protest upon slipping out of her heat.

Scully sat up and eased her leg over his with ease so that she was sitting on his lap again, only this time facing him as his erection bobbed needily in between them. She took mercy on him and grabbed his shaft, giving him a few firm strokes to spread his precum down his length. The crown of his cock kept brushing against her bellybutton and the visualization of how big he was in comparison gave him just another reason to be completely in awe of this woman.

She eased herself up on her knees and his hands shot instinctively to her waist to steady her. Mulder watched with a hooded gaze as she aligned his erection before sheathing herself fully on him, undulating her hips as she accommodated the new position. Scully firmly nestled in his lap, their groins touching in every way possible, and in that moment, Mulder believed in God.

Her name was Dana Katherine Scully and she was blessing him with a miracle with the gentle snap of her hips.

They spared no time resuming their previous pace as they both chased their inevitable release. Mulder slid his hands over her dewy skin until they were firmly gripping her ass so he could help grind her against him. "Fuck, Mulder," she cried out, grasping his shoulders as her brows furrowed.

He squirmed under her so that her clit was rubbing against his pubic mound with each downward stroke and it made her throw her head back as she became more frantic. As she rocked against his lap, her tongue peeked out in between her lips, and Mulder knew he was done.

There wasn't anything inherently sexual about it, but it was something she did whenever she was concentrating really hard. For the past seven years, in motel rooms across the country and across the solid oak desk they shared, he watched her tongue dart out as she focused. It was so quintessentially Scully. A trait he'd become hopelessly endeared by, and that made it all the more real that his partner, the woman he was desperately in love with, was currently wrapped around him in the most intimate way imaginable.

The coil that had been tightening in his abdomen since she walked into his apartment sprung free with a blinding intensity that had him crying out her name as he came. Then, as if it wasn't already the most mindblowing orgasm of his life, he felt her walls spasm around him as Scully ground herself into him as if her life depended on it. "Mulder, Mulder, Mulder," she chanted breathlessly, her breasts pressing against his chest as she trembled in his lap.

They rode out their pleasure for as long as possible, but eventually, Scully sagged completely limp against him. She threw her arms around his neck loosely and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

Despite the fact they'd just had their mouths in some of the most intimate places on each other's bodies and they'd just had mindblowing sex, the realization that he was cuddling Scully brought him an exorbitant rush of excitement. He lethargically circled his arms around her, using one of his arms to stroke her back with languid slow movements.

He could feel her nipple harden against his chest, and he felt himself harden in kind. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, he knew he was too tired for a round two, but the fact his body could still recover that fast was impressive.

But then again, it was Scully.

"Already?" Scully teased. Her voice was softer than he'd ever heard before, gentle and spent.

"What can I say? You have that effect on me," he replied honestly.

In response, he felt her nudge his head to turn towards her, and when he did, kissed him. It wasn't as desperate as their previous kisses, but it held just as much passion. While she lazily teased his tongue with her own, Scully raked her fingernails over his scalp, eliciting goosebumps across his whole body.

Mulder could feel their coupling seeping out of her and back onto his lap, and he knew he should invite her to take a shower or get her a washcloth — but he wanted nothing more than to stay on this couch for the rest of his life. He'd never experienced such tenderness after sex, and he didn't want it to end.

Scully pulled away from the kiss only to pepper a few more to his jaw, stopping only so she could rest her head against his shoulder once more. "I can't believe the final push we needed was an assignment from Skinner and a porno flick from Frohike," she murmured.

Hearing her refer to their coupling as something destined to happen brought a smile to his face as he tightened his arms around her. "I wonder what would have happened if we watched it at the office."

He felt her smile against his skin. "Well, I guess we'll have to watch something from your collection and find out."

[halfmoth-halfman]

A small crumb of a snippet of the spell of trilliums please🥺

here you go!! (it's a little more than a small crumb cause i got carried away but i love wyll so oh well)

It isn’t the second time you meet him — it’s not even the tenth or twentieth — but it’s one of the most memorable. The events of the nautiloid weigh heavy on your mind, plaguing both your waking thoughts and deepest dreams. Every sound, every smell, every slight shift in the breeze brings you back to that ship, to lying helpless and prone in that pod. Your eyelid still aches from the unnatural stretch of the worm fitting itself into your brain. With every blink you feel the phantom glide of the tadpole’s warm, bulbous body wriggling into your skull, always taking a second too long to open your eyes as if waiting to feel its slimy residue sticking your lashes together. It’s hard. Hard to focus. Hard to move. Hard to think. Hard to remember you’re still a living, breathing person. The company helps. There’s a strange sense of comfort in surrounding yourself with people who’ve been through the same ordeal, no matter how cagey they may be. Fighting helps more. It’s easy to distract yourself from the impending doom of your affliction when you’re focused on avoiding blades and cutting down enemies. You’re almost thankful when you come across the Druid’s Grove, only to be immediately set upon by goblins. With your companions and those trapped outside the gate, it should be an easy fight — a brief escape from your unending anxiety. But the relief doesn’t last as a goblin is killed and someone new enters the fight. Everything after is blur. You’re mostly useless, as Lae’zel is quick to remind you, unable to focus on anything but him. Even without your help, the goblins are slain, the Grove momentarily safe, and your merry band of misfits allowed entry. You don’t bother with looting the bodies, rushing through the gates with one goal in mind. It takes everything in your power not to punch the man harassing the poor Tiefling — you think you caught his name was Zevlor — but the argument is solved with only petty threats. Zevlor is nice, grateful enough at your saving their lives to not mind the way your eyes wander into the Grove when he speaks. You catch sight of familiar armor, breath hitching as Gale takes over for you. The moment the conversation ends, you’re brushing past Zevlor and the merchant and the three arguing Tieflings until you come to a small group of children gathered in the makeshift training grounds. Could it really be— He comforts a child in that same, gentle voice and you nearly burst into tears. The rest of your companions catch up just as he turns to you. The parasite squirms the moment your eyes meet, your mind painfully seized and forced into his. You see the wastes of Avernus and a diabolical figure of red skin and a single curled horn before something gives way in your brain. The scene shifts and suddenly you're watching the sun’s golden rays rise a small field hidden on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate as the scent of trilliums flood your nose. Your minds are forced apart, but that’s all the confirmation you need. You’re in his arms before either of you can speak, Wyll embracing you as if he’s still processing that you are, in fact, real and in front of him. He peppers your face in pecks and kisses as you do the same, laughter and happiness and relief spilling between you. Someone clears their throat behind you, and you remember where you are. “Right,” you cough, only slightly embarrassed. You turn to grin at him, your first true smile since being kidnapped by the nautiloid, and Wyll returns it with an overwhelming affection. “Everyone, this is Wyll. My betrothed.”

[daydream-cement]

Can i request a one-shot between Larissa x mind reader? The reader could be an old alumni at nevermore and the meet during a batch reunion. The reader knew that Larissa had always thought of someone else at that time, but when they meet again it seems that they are the one on her mind. Then when the reader was too overwhelmed reading other ppl's minds, Larissa calms her down? Sorry if this is long 🥲💕

- K

Blocking Out The Noise

Larissa Weems x telepath!reader

You had been fawning over Larissa Weems for months. Sure, to others it may just seem like a silly high school crush, but she truly was incredible. For one, she was always picture perfect. Always well put together. Second of all, she was talented. Easily taking on new clubs and activities and executing them flawlessly. And thirdly, Larissa’s personality some something you loved dearly. She was kind, had a wonderful dry humor, and had a deep sense of justice.

You had been resisting the temptation to read her mind, not wanting invade her privacy, but also not wanting to break your heart either. But  watching Larissa with her roommate provoked a lapse in judgment. You did read her mind. All she could think about was the raven-haired girl who always stood to her right. You were correct, reading Larissa’s mind would break your heart, but you also tried even hard to be seen.

During your shared classes with Larissa, you began going out of your way to talk to her. Through this, you found out that about your shared dislike for botany class, appreciation for a good thriller novel, and a mutual interest in sensible fashion. Larissa even sat by you at lunch a couple days a week. But her mind was still filled with thoughts or her roommate. 

Finally you had settled for friendship. Of course you would always probably want more, but without sensing any sign of interest within you, you assumed your relationship would be no more than conversations for passing the time from class to class.

Well you used to think that until your 10th reunion. You were a little late getting there, but once you arrived you saw many familiar faces. And much to your joy, Larissa made it a point to smile and wave at you as you walked in. You settled in with talking to your old archery club teammates and enjoying reminiscing.

Had y/n always been this attractive? Ran out in your skull. Typically you tried blocking everyone out to prevent emotional overload, but Larissa’s voice cut through. 

You turned your head to try and find Larissa. Lo and behold, she is standing near the drink table with her eyes on you. 

You hear her voice again, Oh, god. How didn’t I see it before? Should I ask y/n out?

You felt your brain almost short circuiting. Larissa wanted to be with you! She thought you were attractive! This is your chance! In your excitement, your typical control over quieting the inner monologues of those around you had ceased to exist. The voices of the room came flooding into your skull. 

It was agonizing to have that much going on at one time. You had completely forgotten about Larissa. You needed to find a quiet space.

You rush from the room, continuing through down the grand stairs and out the front doors. Exiting into the cool air of the courtyard, you finally stop, resting your body against the cool stone building. The voices were quiet whispers at this point, but the thought of all those voices at once still has you panicking.

Y/n has to be around here somewhere. Where could they be? Larissa’s inner monologue grew louder. You could hear the clicking of her heels approaching. 

You hear her real voice next, “Hello, y/n. Are you okay?”

Why did she have to be so caring? You glance up at her, tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You shake your head no, unable to speak.

Larissa took your hand and pulled you into a hug. You hadn’t told her want was wrong yet, but you didn’t care. She had enveloped you into a comforting hug and you weren’t going to ruin the moment.

Y/n smells so good. I wonder if they-

With your new serenity, you close your mind to peoples thoughts again, finally hoping to enjoy being in the moment with Larissa. You pull away from the hug and stare up into her beautiful face, “I’m better now. Thank you.”

“Should we rejoin the party?” Larissa asks with a smile and you gently nod your head.

You begin walking back into the building, a small silence between you. You finally break it to do something you should have tried years ago, “We should go on a date sometime.” 

“Yes. Yes we should.” Larissa responded glancing down to you with a smile. Her arm looped through yours and you walk back into the school reunion arm-in-arm.

[cuoredimuschio]

my football loving ass is VERY intrigued by The Game 👀‼️💥

ahhhh, so delighted to know there's another football fan around!!! thank you for the ask!!! 💚💚💚

here's another bit from the opening scene!!

“Okay,” Steve says, ignoring the overwhelming stench of bullshit, “then how do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never even watched a game?” Eddie whips his rag over his shoulder and shrugs. “Same way I know I wouldn’t like being stabbed and set on fire.” If Steve could roll his eyes any harder, they'd pop out of his skull, so it's probably a good thing he can't. “You’re a real drama queen, you know that?” “Actually, I had no clue. You’re the first person to ever say that.” “Sorry, did I say drama queen? I meant asshole.” “Now that one,” Eddie says with a wag of his finger and a smirk that Steve wants to taste even more than the sweet caffeine of his overpriced drink, “I have heard before.” “Doesn’t surprise me.” He hazards a lukewarm sip; it does nothing to quench his thirst, but the condensation on his cup joins forces with his pores and upgrades his palms from clammy to swampy. “I can get you discounted tickets, you know. I’m kind of a big deal around the ‘Shoe.” It’s a fine line, between confidence and arrogance. And Steve’s walked it so many times, it comes as natural as fitting his fingers to the laces. A hum rumbles in Eddie’s throat, warm as the sidewalk baking under the sun outside, and his smirk softens at the edges. “How could I possibly forget when you jump on every opportunity to remind me, Mr. QB?”

wip weekend!

[scorchedhearth]

i just. had to get this image out of my head

Kyle wishes the air around them was colder than it is. He would have an excuse for the shivers running down his back and the subtle way his fingers keep shaking. It’s been hours yet the smell still clings to him, the horror dripping down his brows like a cold sweat, falling unto his dry tongue. He swings his bare legs in the empty in front of him, looking through the railing of his balcony while the grid he’s sitting on bites at the skin of his thighs.

“They’ll start to worry.” He says, voice rough and quiet. Beside him Jason doesn’t answer, he keeps staring at the skyline, elbows pressed against the rail and his back arching under the borrowed shirt. He stands close enough that Kyle could touch him if he leaned a few inches toward him, shoulder connecting with his leg. He doesn’t though, even if he terribly wants to. “You should go home.”

“Go home,” Jason scoffs, first proper reaction he gets this evening. “Yeah, I’ll go home, alright.” He shakes his head and drops the butt of his cigarettes in the makeshift ashtray he got himself and stubs it out with more force than necessary. Kyle watches as sparks fly off in the night, shudders at the sounds of crushed ashes. “Don’t worry, I won’t stay here long.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kyle sighs and drops his head, presses his skull to the railing. He’s tired, everything aches and he wants to take it out on Jason, he wants someone else to hurt too and yearn and not get what he needs. So he holds back what he knows he wants to hear, holds back the precious words he could so easily say. He feels Jason bristle next to him and grins.

His hands still smell of antiseptic and latex, weirdly clinical under the taste of ashes and concrete plaguing his throat. His eyes are too dry to cry anymore, his mouth too dry to scream. Kyle knows exactly what prompts the next words to escape his chest, even if he’d rather cut off his tongue than admit it.

“You’re such a waste of time.” He hears the stutter in Jason’s breathing, watches his stance shift. It’s easy to get there, even easier to tell himself he wants it.

It’s so fast he doesn’t see it happen, only feels as Jason’s hand digs into his hair and grips it tight, pulling it back and forcing his face up, tugging until it hurts. Kyle feels his eyes flutter as the pain sends a shock throughout his body, finally waking him up from this fog that took him. He snarls and lets his fingers wrap around his wrist, digs his thumb into the tender nerves there and relishes in the noise Jason makes, a pained hiss and flared nostril.

“Because you think you’re any better?” Jason spits and Kyle needs-

He wants soft hands, and kind eyes, he wants comfort whispered in his ear as he clings to someone he loves, someone to tell him it’ll be okay, that it’ll pass and tomorrow’s another day and all that shit they keep telling themselves so they can keep going. To tell him he did good, that he did the right thing so he can pretend to believe their words just for a moment.

But that’s not what he gets. What he gets is Jason pushing a bruising kiss on the corner of his mouth, what he gets is teeth on his shoulder while he digs his nails into tender flesh and lets his body overwhelms him. Gives himself a kind of pain he can understand, grounding and real, the only kind of attention Jason knows to accept. It’s better than being alone, right now, and isn’t that a sad thought?

[crownedinmarigolds]

A write up I did for Kolya while I had him on a Vampire the Masquerade server! He's one of the few male PCs I actually have so I love him kind of in an extra special way. Story under the cut!

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It is Thursday, or Friday eve as the white-collars put it. Kansas City oddly enough has a bustling nightlife, but it's a bit quiet right before the weekend. Kolya walks the streets with a loping gait as he feels the tug of hunger in the back of his throat. He has been given domain by the Prince, so Shawnee is his to prowl within reason, but it still makes him feel uneasy to hunt here.

He hasn’t had his own real estate in quite some time, perhaps ever. He can recall back in the days when he served with his falaqi that the Leopards of his clan found out about his heritage and offered him his own seat at the table when they reclaimed the Holy land… but that frankly sounds arduous and unappetizing. To be a wanderer appeals to him much more, but due to the limitations of everything he is now, he's stuck. And here it is like he was trapped in a mud pit. Crawling out of here will not be impossible, but some shoes may get left behind along the way. Too much goes wrong when you get too comfortable and let yourself sink.

Kolya’s eyes glance at the small groups and couples that pass him. A few are apparent in their nervousness, but for the most part the kine barely notice him. It's nice. It's lonely. It's just an average weekday. Who will be the unlucky sod alone tonight? Will it be another poor bastard without a home trying to sleep behind a dumpster? He hardly thought about humans until he has to step up to one to feed. It feels pathetic to take one’s fill from those who didn’t have the strength to defend themselves, but it is also tedious to pick a fight that will certainly end the victim’s life. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a beleaguered sigh at the tedium of continuously having to carry on like this.

There are a few bars that line this street. He can't drink without it feeling like burning ash in his throat, though God, sometimes he wishes he could partake again. Sure he can go inside, hit up a kine, sip from someone a little too lost in the drink, and enjoy a brief respite himself… but then the thought of that also makes his stomach churn. Every time he tries, he can only remember the last time he tasted alcohol, and he just didn’t want it anymore. He shakes his head at himself as he decides to test fate and wander into the alley that approaches his right. Take the scenic route, maybe meet a new acquaintance?

Fate as she so rarely does seems to smile at Kolya this night as he walks, hearing the sounds of a scuffle somewhere around the corner. He summons the blood - hunger gnawing at him even more now - and he silences his steps and masks his visage, approaching the scene invisibly with purpose.

He can’t tell what the fight is about, just that it is decidedly one sided. One man armed with a weapon no doubt pulled out from the nearby trash pile, and the other curled up in a ball screaming on the ground for mercy. The armed man shouts obscenities to the other, beating against the man on the ground’s braced arms. Cracking sounds emanate from his forearms as the hits strike true, and the victim cries out even more. Kolya steps close, though does not interfere, watching the scene stoically as the scent of blood grows overwhelming.

One of the hits from the garbage weapon - old piping it looks like - slams against the victim’s skull. They go limp, knocked out cold - or worse- on the ground. Kolya takes this opportunity of anonymity and quickly grabs the attacker by his shoulders from behind, driving his fangs into the back of his neck. The stranger lets out a choked gasp, shivering as Kolya drinks and drinks. As the blood fills his mouth and pours down inside of his body, the feeling of self righteousness also begins to rise within the Kindred. At least this one deserves it.

“Kill him.” The Beast in his gut commands in a tone like ice . Like a master to its student, a hand to the tool it held. “Life doesn’t befit the wicked.”

Temptation coils within him, but as the kine grows weaker and weaker in his grip, Kolya’s mind grows clearer. He drops the stranger to the ground, still breathing, not so hungry that the monster in his gut has such control over him. Perhaps that’s why we are dead. He thinks in response to his own inner demon. His head turns to look over the poor fool that had been attacked, bleeding and broken, though still alive. Kolya crouchs beside him, pondering his options. His vitae burns hot and fresh in his old veins, pink flushes his cheeks, confidence fuels him forward. Briefly he looks at his wrist, then to the victim. The vitae will heal him, the vitae will guarantee his life be saved.

“...No.” He says to himself. He would never wish this existence on anyone. Kolya digs in the pockets of the man before finding a cell phone, dialing 911, then dropping it to the ground. With another rush of blood, he makes himself disappear, walking away from the crime scene with a full stomach and a conscious clear enough.

[abluescarfonwaston]

In the Jurassic au Lana invited Mia to come to the island for a ‘job interview’ because she was genuinely concerned about Miles safety. Gant and Von Karma burrowed into Miles love of schedule so much he never leaves the lab. Eats the same three meals every day. They repainted his lab and the color was different and he had a meltdown for Three days. It only stopped cause Von Karma came down. There was no screaming after that. She didn’t think that was a good thing.

She’d tried to acclimate him to her and Ema and get him to widen his world a little. Find coping mechanisms for him where Gant and Manfred intentionally ripped them away from him. They were making genuine progress.

It worked right up until the day the coffee maker was broken and Miles decided he could put on his headphones and venture outside to find more. Accidentally entered the park proper and got mobbed by fans of the Famous geneticist who made Dinosaurs Real. Got so overwhelmed he ran until he found a ‘authorized personnel only’ sign. Ignored the danger! sign. Nothing could be more dangerous than the mob and the light and all the noise grinding at his skull-

Except maybe a T-Rex. Examining him. Sniffing him.

He clicked his tape cassette. It was his favorite noise. Might as well enjoy it one more time before he became dino chow.

Rexie wiggled. Nudged him with her nose. Sniffing. Just like when she was a baby. Only now her nudges nearly knocked him over.

The keepers threw in some meat on a fishing string. Drew her away.

“This is Your fault Lana. If you hadn’t made him think he could handle the outside world-”

“I’m not the one who gave him access to the inside of the T-Rex’s cage!”

“And he almost died because it! You need to stop. If something like this ever happens again- well. How’s Ema’s treatment going? It’d be a shame if she was no longer eligible for the gene therapy keeping her alive, wouldn’t it?”

Lana doesn’t try to draw him out after that. Watches as he backslides even further when they take the Dino embryonic to birth project from him. When he can no longer at least cuddle his newly created children and hand feed them. Accidentally clicker train them with his stimming.

But she can Call Mia. Mia who can change the goddamn world. If anyone can free them all from under the thumb of Gant and Von Karma. Well if there Is anyone then its definitely her.

[summertimelyn]

Skull’s Gem ch 5: Sneaky Sapphire

**ONE MONTH POST MOVE**

It’s been a month since we moved inta the Hano Grand Resort hotel and it’s been kinda nice ta be pampered. Sapphire visits often and we get out as much as we can. Like tonight. We’re eatin’ at some fancy pants steakhouse and I’m a little nervous.

Guzma: Sapph, I ain’t too sure about this. Ya know I ain’t a fancy type of guy.

Sapphire: Lucky for you, you don’t have to be fancy. I’ve got an outfit for you that’s the perfect mix of casual and fancy. It’s on your bed.

She kisses my cheek then heads inta the bathroom ta shower and change while I change my own clothes. Sapphire had picked out a white tank top, black jeans and a white long sleeve button down fer me. I decide ta roll the sleeves of the button down up ta my elbows ta keep my Team Skull tats showin’ and get my socks and shoes on. Then, I put on my watch and use gel and a thin headband ta push my hair back.

Sapphire: Wow. Who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend.

I laugh as I turn to Sapphire, pausing and smiling as I take in her beauty. She’s wearing a black floor-length dress with strappy silver heels. Her hair was in an elegant bun and she was wearing sapphire stud earrings, her ‘G’ choker, and a heart shaped sapphire pendant.

Guzma: Well, well, well. Thought I was goin’ out with my girlfriend, not an angel sent from Heaven.

Sapphire giggled as she walked over and held my hand. I brought her hand up ta my lips and kiss her knuckles.

Guzma: Ya look real pretty, Sapphire.

Sapphire: So do you. Didn’t know you could clean up this well, boss.

I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

Guzma: Alright, let’s go ta dinner so I can make every man in the restaurant jealous.

Sapphire: *giggle* I think I’ll be making the women jealous.

Guzma: Nah. I’m still a loser compared ta my pretty jewel.

She laughs and I just smile as I pull her close, put my hand on her waist, and walk ta the restaurant with her. I did feel a little uncomfortable with the stares we got but I hid it with a confident smirk and kissed Sapphire’s head, subtly showing that she’s mine and I’m hers. When we got ta the restaurant, Sapphire gave her name for the reservation and we were shown ta our table. I pulled her chair out, waited fer her ta sit, then I push her chair in and sit across from her as the host set down our menus and walked away.

Guzma: Oh, I didn’t tell ya. We got a new member.

Sapphire: Really?

Guzma: Yeah. One of Miss Lusamine’s kids. Name’s Gladion.

Sapphire: How’s that working out?

Guzma: Good. He’s strong, but….

Sapphire: But?

Guzma: Whenever we head back ta Aether Paradise, he disappears for long periods of time.

Sapphire: Hmm. How old is he?

Guzma: Sixteen. Why?

Sapphire: He could be sneaking off to see a girl.

Guzma: What makes ya think that?

Sapphire: Call it women’s intuition. Teenagers have a tendency to do things like that. You did.

Guzma: Ayo, that was different and ya know it.

Sapphire: Are you really going to sit there and tell me that if your situation was different, you wouldn’t have snuck out to me anyway?

She smirked as I felt my face heat up. I looked away from her and put my head in my hand.

Guzma: Yeah, okay, ya got a point.

She giggles as our server came over and asked for our drink order. We gave it and she gasped when she realized who Sapphire was. She asked fer Sapphire’s autograph and Sapphire was happy ta grant her request. Our server bounced happily as she pulled out a small notebook and handed it ta Sapphire, who signed it. Our server thanked Sapphire then returned to the kitchen as I smirked.

Guzma: Ya really are famous.

Sapphire: *giggle* Sorry about that. That happens a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I love meeting fans, but sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming.

Guzma: Ya don’t have a security team?

Sapphire: No. I usually just use Incineroar and Machamp. I don’t want to be stifled by a team of people who take their jobs too seriously.

I can understand that, but I don’t want her ta be alone.

Sapphire: Besides, I have a bodyguard now.

Guzma: Oh, yeah? Who?

Sapphire: Team Skull’s big bad boss with his pretty storm grey eyes.

She winked at me, causing me to blush and cover my face with my hand.

Guzma: Ya can’t say shit like that, babe.

Sapphire: Aw, is the big bad boss getting all shy?

I stare her down and smirk at her, softly chucklin’ when her cheeks turn red.

Guzma: Teasin’ yer man will get ya punished, shortcake.

She took a shaky breath before smirkin’ back at me.

Sapphire: I’m looking forward to it.

Fuckin’ minx. She’s gonna put me through the ringer during this date. Our server soon came back with our drinks then took our food orders and returned ta the kitchen again.

Sapphire: I have some news myself.

Guzma: Yeah?

Sapphire: I’m going to be an auntie.

Guzma: No shit? Damn. Way ta go, prof.

Sapphire: He and Talia are really excited. I am too, if I’m being honest. Their baby is going to be adorable.

I felt a weight fall on me. What am I goin’ ta do if Sapphire wants kids. There’s no way I can be a father. Hold up, Guzma. Breathe. We just started datin’. We’ll be fine.

Sapphire: Guzma?

Guzma: Huh?

Sapphire: You okay?

Guzma: Yeah. Totally.

Sapphire: Really? Cause you just turned as white as the tablecloth.

Damn her eye fer detail. Guess that’s what makes her such an amazin’ fashion designer.

Guzma: I’m fine, Sapph. Promise. Let’s just enjoy our date.

*NO POV*

Sapphire dropped the subject and their server finally arrived with their food. They ate, shared a dessert, paid and went back to the hotel.

**TWO MONTHS POST MOVE**

*GUZMA POV*

We’ve been livin’ in the Hano Grand Resort fer two months now. Sapphire and I have barely seen each other between her workin’ on fashion stuff and me workin’ fer Miss Lusamine. The team and I just arrived at Aether Paradise when we were called ta the landin’ pad. We headed up there ta be met with a pallet of boxes.

?: Hey, boss man!

I run behind the pallet ta see Sapphire on her Salamence’s back.

Sapphire: Gonna come help your girl down?

I smirk and go ta her. I put my hands on her waist and help her down from Salamence, pullin’ her inta my arms and kissin’ her hard. We pull away fer breath and I press my forehead ta hers.

Guzma: Fuck, I missed ya.

Sapphire: Missed you too.

Guzma: This your donation fer the boss lady?

Sapphire: Yep.

Guzma: Alright, grunts! Start unloadin’!

I grabbed Sapphire’s hand and smirked at her before runnin’ inta the buildin’ with her and leadin’ her ta the docks.

Sapphire: Woah. Lusamine gave you guys your own boat?

Guzma: Yep and the rooms are really nice. Wanna see?

I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows at her, making her giggle.

Sapphire: You are on the clock, Guzma.

Guzma: And?

She giggled again as we got on the boat and head below deck, but stop when we hear voices in Gladion’s room.

Girl: Gladion, we have to stop doing this.

Gladion: Why?

Girl: Your mother would never approve of me.

Gladion: Why wouldn’t she? You’re the daughter of two famous Pokemon professionals and the great-granddaughter of the Sinnoh region’s renowned Pokemon Professor.

Sapphire gasped softly as we looked at each other.

Sapphire: *whisper* I know exactly who that is. Her parents are my best clients from the Sinnoh region.

Gladion: Even if Mother doesn’t approve, I wouldn’t care. I love you, Aurora.

We quickly get inta my room when we hear the kids start leavin’ Gladion’s room.

Aurora: I love you too, but I don’t want to lose my job. Let’s just…keep it between us for now.

Gladion: Okay.

They went above deck as Sapphire and I sighed in relief. Then, she gently smacked my arm and smirked.

Sapphire: Told you it was a girl.

Guzma: Yeah, yeah. Lovin’ someone surrounded by fame, huh? I know what that’s like.

I looked down at her as she looked up at me and smiled. I really will never understand how I got so lucky ta have Sapphire in my life, but I have her so why should I be stupid and question it? I smirked as I picked Sapphire up, loving the sound of her little squeak and giggles as I carry her ta the bed and proceed ta show her exactly how much I missed her.

**THREE MONTHS POST MOVE**

*SAPPHIRE POV*

Plumeria: Everythin’ is lookin’ great, Sapph. Guzma’s goin’ ta love it.

Sapphire: Thanks, Plumes. I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t started asking questions yet.

Plumeria: Honestly, same, but Miss Lusamine’s been keepin’ him busy.

Sapphire: That’s fair. Hopefully she isn’t working him too hard.

Plumeria: Don’t worry yer pretty little head. He’ll always have enough energy ta be yer big bad boss.

I giggle as I look over my project. We’re almost done. With the crew I’ve hired, my vision will be achieved.

**FOUR MONTHS POST MOVE**

*GUZMA POV*

Guzma: Okay, Sapph, not that I’m not happy ta be back ta Po Town but ya’ve got this look on yer face that’s makin’ me think yer up ta no good.

Sapphire giggles and nods at her Incineroar and Machamp, who open the gates ta reveal a much different Po Town than the one we left.

Sapphire: Ta-da! Welcome to the new and improved Po Town! The buildings were too damaged to keep so we just tore them all down and rebuilt. Instead of multiple houses, we rebuilt the mansion and built an apartment building complete with in unit washer and dryers. The rest of the buildings, outside of the Pokemon Center, are different recreational facilities. Pool and sauna, gym, indoor skatepark, even a greenhouse to grow herbs and vegetables, maybe even some flowers.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

Team Skull and I stop walking when we reach the mansion and I turn to face them.

Sapphire: So, what do you guys think?

M. Grunt: This is legit!

F. Grunt: Amazin’!

I giggle as the grunts scatter to check out the buildings and I grab Guzma’s hand.

Sapphire: Come on. I have something I want to show you.

I lead him into the mansion and up to his room. He looked around as he walked through the room.

Sapphire: The bed is custom made to accommodate your height and broad frame. The sheets are really comfortable and soft on your skin. There’s a bathroom too.

I lead him into the connected bathroom, which he stares into.

Sapphire: The bathtub is also custom made for you and has jets. The shower has a rainfall shower head and built in shelves. There’s even a towel warmer.

Guzma: S-Sapph….I…..I don’t….

I giggle and hold his hands.

Sapphire: I’m sorry I didn’t ask first but I wanted to surprise you. You and the team deserved better living conditions than that. Leaking ceilings and broken windows would have led to bad results. I had the means to help so I did.

Guzma: I….I don’t….

I put a finger to his lips and smirk.

Sapphire: Hold that thought. I have another surprise to show you in the bedroom.

I lead him back to the bedroom and into the walk in closet, which was half full of women’s clothing and shoes.

Guzma: Uh, Sapph…these are nice but I don’t think they’ll fit me.

Sapphire: *giggle* Of course not, silly. If you’re going to ruin my clothes, I’d prefer you rip them off of me.

Guzma’s eyes widened as he held my hands.

Guzma: Y-Yer movin’ in?

Sapphire: Of course I am. You and I both know you sleep better when I’m there. Besides, you did say that I deserved better than the old mansion.

*GUZMA POV*

This woman. I pull her inta my arms, hold her tight and kiss her hard. When we pulled apart, we were both gasping fer air and she was blushing.

Guzma: Woman, yer my angel, my jewel, my Sapphire. Fuck, I love ya so much.

Sapphire: I love you too.

Guzma: Ya kept the throne?

Sapphire: Uh-huh. Thought it would be a nice addition. Oh! I almost forgot. There’s one more thing I want to show you.

She grabs my hand and leads me back outside. We stop in front of the mansion and she points up to the top floor. I look up and see a large, spray painted sapphire that had the Team Skull logo in the middle of it.

Sapphire: Like it?

Guzma: Ya really want ta be associated with us like that?

Sapphire: Absolutely. I love you and the team is becoming my family too. I’m proud to be associated with you guys.

I smirk and kiss her again before we head back inside. Before we enter the bedroom, I spot a door I missed earlier. It also had a sapphire logo on it.

Guzma: What’s this room?

Sapphire: My work room. If I’m moving in, I might as well move my business in too.

Guzma: Damn. Yer serious about this.

Sapphire: Very. We spent so many years apart. It’s time for us to start a life together and make up for all that lost time.

Fuck, I love this woman.

Guzma: Yer right. Let’s start by makin’ up for all the time we’ve lost the past four months.

I lift her inta a princess hold, makin’ her squeak and giggle as I carry her inta my room. No. Our room.

TO BE CONTINUED…

[lewisyellowhelmet]

just the two of us - lewis hamilton x reader

summary: after bahrain 22, you and lewis celebrate in the hotel room.

warnings: 18+, choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, language, established relationship

feel free to leave thoughts/feelings/requests here x

Your throat is raw from screaming the whole last lap. Or maybe from the dry desert air, maybe the late hour. The roar of the cars still echos in your skull, a buzzing to the quiet of the hotel room. A headache threatens. It always happens to you, after, the combination of noise and adrenaline. The tingling excitement dulls the pain though, the spark of hope. The car can be fixed. The pace will improve. Lewis will win. You wriggle your toes under the covers, smiling to yourself, all tucked up in the big hotel bed. The nerves from the day have faded, replaced by the satisfying warmth of a podium finish.

The big windows look out over the city, blinking lights, sluggish cars, the moon high in a dark sky. The sound of running water from Lewis’ shower, the muted television flashing a late news broadcast, open suitcases spilling open on the floor. These race weekends never feel like real life. The rush, the luxury, the masses of people. It’s like a break in reality, a pause in time to experience a neon dream. This is familiar now, though, in an anonymous hotel room, waiting for Lewis to come to bed. Fatigue sits in your bones, the jet lag, the comfort of the bed, the drop in adrenaline. There’s a book in your carry on bag, somewhere, but that would mean emerging from the covers to find it, turning the light on. Save it for the flight home. Heavy eyes, heavy body.

You must doze, waiting for him, because it surprises you when there’s hands on your body, a rustle of the covers, dip of the mattress.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lewis is saying when you stir, his mouth on your hair, “Go back to sleep.”

You hum your resistance, opening your body to let him fit against you, half a yawn, head tucked under his chin. He smells like the hotel’s soap, skin warm from the shower, his leg between yours, pressing. It takes you a moment to realise, half asleep still, wriggling to tilt your face back so you can see him, that he’s come to bed naked. Soft smile, crinkly eyes as he smoothes hair off your forehead, shared breath.

“Happy?” You ask, hand on his ribs, feeling him breathe. Lewis nods, kisses the very tip of your nose. The twists of his hair are damp from the shower, gentle rustle on the pillows. You pet at his chains, warm from his body. His heartbeat against yours, steady.

“So proud of you,” you say, must have said it a thousand times before, but meaning it all the same.

“Always,” you continue, his hands flexing around your waist in warm appreciation, dropping his head to kiss you, slow, soft. Sometimes you feel like the pride must shine out of you, a blinding, golden light, spilling from you, overwhelming.

“So cosy,” Lewis mumbles into your mouth, a huffed laugh, rucking up your (his) t-shirt around your chest so he can touch more of you, gentle fingers. He’s right. Everything is warm and hazy and lovely. The familiarity of him in an unfamiliar place. The quiet sounds he makes as you feel him grow against your belly, unconscious rocks of his hips, the way he knows how good it is when he presses his thigh up between your legs. It must be the early hours of the morning now, the world asleep outside. He should be asleep too, recovering, but instead he’s kissing a lazy line down your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. The softness of his mouth, the scruff of his beard. His big hand on your hip, the sweep of his thumb over your tummy, back and forth, almost teasing. Wet sounds from his mouth on your breast, press of his tongue, the hot knead of his hand when he pulls off. Dark eyes in the dim light, watching, smiling. Helping you out of your underwear, legs wriggling under the duvet. You could take him in you now, maybe, if he went slow, and you want too, always in a rush to get there, hear him sigh, the way he says your name when he settles home, but Lewis’ hand is already there, solid and warm. Just presses for a long moment, holds you, before he slides his finger into you, crooks it just right, another, the heel of his palm pushing pressure on your clit.

“So pretty,” he says, voice thick, and you open your eyes enough to see him watching you, one hand tangled in your hair, angling your neck so he can see your face, his pupils blown wide, a lazy smile, “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

Your hips rock into his hand, the length of him against your thigh, hot and hard. A whisper of his name, half a breath. It’s almost suffocating, like this, hot under the duvet, pressed up against his body, but it’s good, feeling him, the strength of him, the way he handles you, too easy for him to pull your leg up over his hip, angle your body for him, the blunt press of him where you’re missing his withdrawn hand already.

“What do you want?” Lewis says, doesn’t push in, just holds himself there, a promise.

“Want you,” you say, your mouth against his, it almost hurts where you wait for him, an ache, a wanting that never goes away, “Want you.”

“Like this?” Lewis asks, kisses you, licks in, tight fingers around your thigh, betraying his appearance of calm control.

“Yeah,” pulling at him, his arms, feeling him laugh, all fond and lovely.

“So hot when you’re needy,” he’s saying, and then he’s pushing into you, thick and strong and big. It knocks the breath out of you, every time. The size of him, the way he holds you against him, like he wants to force your body to become part of his, one living thing, entwined together. The way he says fuck against your swollen mouth, and his voice breaks on the vowel. He always talks, during it, makes your body hot, your thoughts all blend together. Lewis is half on top of you, the press of him, holding your hip so he can fuck into you, his other hand holding the back of your head, his cheek pressed against yours.

“So good, you feel so good,” he’s saying, his voice low and heavy, stops talking to kiss you, look at you, kiss you again. You must look fucked out, the way you always end up gazing at him, mouth open, hanging onto every word.

“S’my favourite part,” Lewis rasps, and you almost laugh, because it can’t be true, that this is the best part of his weekend, but you love when the simplicity of him comes through, not pretending, doesn’t need to fake it, can just hold you down with his body and tell you you’re his favourite and mean it. He’s shaking, a little bit, exhaustion, probably, hitches your leg up around his waist higher, somehow slides deeper, makes you cry out.

“I know, I know, fuck, wanna stay like this forever,” he says, feels your body begin to tighten around him, the catch in your breath, knows your warning as well as his own.

“Wait, wait for me,” Lewis is saying, his rhythm quickening, becoming sloppier, the sound of your bodies, the way he’s panting, sweat shining on his skin. The city lights are making the dark lines of his tattoo’s stand out. You can’t wait, surely he must know that. Just looking at him, his red mouth, the muscle in his shoulders. His hand on your throat now, just enough pressure for your eyes to glaze, everything to narrow down to just his face on the pillow next to you, the sound of his voice.

“Lewis,” you’re saying, must be repeating it over and over, a whisper, almost a whimper.

“I’m gonna come,” he’s panting, a messy kiss, the press of his forehead to yours, tries to hold himself steady and keep a rhythm while you let go, fingers in his back, feeling the pull and release of his muscles, rasp coming, coming, coming into his mouth with his hand around your throat. Lewis groans a warning, eyes screwing closed as he comes, lips dragging on yours. The pulse of him in you, the warmth, the way he goes boneless, melts into you, eyes half closed, happy little sighs from his chest.

Sleep is pulling at you, lulled by Lewis’ tracing soft circles on your ribcage, still inside you, the heaviness of him along the line of your body. Lazy kisses on your jaw because he can.

“You sleeping?” He whispers, the rumble of his voice.

“Almost.”

Your hand around his wrist, gentle, holding him close, feeling him breathe. He must say I love you because you murmur it back, cringe with him when he pulls out, kisses you once more on the mouth. His leg slung over yours. The weight of him tethers you, draws you down into sleep. Lewis follows you into your dreams.

[poppy-metal]

Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.

please. gonna make it a part two this 

Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.

you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.

It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”

Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me” 

“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?” 

You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?” 

Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need” 

Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away. 

When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media. 

‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’ 

You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean? 

Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you. 

Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too. 

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When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish. 

“Hey-” 

You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.

“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk” 

You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his  jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head.  “No, we dont. You made that clear” 

You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop. 

“I miss you.” 

Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?” 

You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?” 

He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.

He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality. 

You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”

He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too” 

You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.

“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”

“So..?” You prod, breathless. 

“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you” 

The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend” 

You do in fact let him bring you back. 

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It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him. 

His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”

“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt. 

Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it” 

Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages” 

“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”

He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”

Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him. 

You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait” 

“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”

“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him. 

He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me” 

Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”

You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word. 

But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves” 

“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care. 

[rek1s-headband]

Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

[eveefrost19]

The Deal

Ok i tried my hand at a fic with Demon Sans. Please don’t hate if I got this wrong. Thank you again @seirindono for the permission to do this. Sorry again if it sucks.

The Deal

           When you had turned 18 your parents decided to surprise you by leaving in the dead of night. They left you with two things. The debt they had collected over the years and your 11 year old brother to raise. There were no relatives that would take you and your brother in and no friends to turn to. It was just you and your brother. Three years later, your brother was diagnosed with and inoperable tumor that was growing on his brain. The doctors gave him 7 years to live.        

           The doctors had decided to keep him overnight for treatment plans and testing the next day, but they would not let you stay with him. Feeling lonely at home and so overwhelmed you thought drinking a beer would help you feel better. One beer turned to two, two became three, and after the fourth you had lost count and were thoroughly drunk. It was only then that you finally let yourself break down.

           It just wasn’t fair. Wasn’t it enough that your parents left you two on your own with debt that you were still struggling to pay? Was Life so cruel that it would add more debt and bills that you had no hope in paying? Is the God that people say is merciful so sadistic that he would have you watch the one person you care about and work so hard for die right before your eyes? What the hell was the point of all this? What lesson was there to be learned? ISN’T THERE ANYONE LISTENING TO YOUR PRAYERS?

           “relax kid, i heard ya.”

           Hearing someone respond to your break down was not what you were expecting. Let alone some skeletal demon standing in front of you holding out his hand like he wanted you to shake it. You think he is a demon anyway, with the bone horns that curl around to the back of his skull and dark blue tail that ends with an arrow tip swaying in a lazy like matter behind him. “names sans. im the demon of sloth. let’s make a deal.”

           This must be some drunken hallucination. Your poor broken and drunk mind is trying to cope by making up a demon of all things as a savoir. There is just no way this was really happening. Might as well go with it. What’s the harm in finding some hope no matter how false it was? So you tell ‘Sans’ everything. The debt, the upcoming bills, and your brother’s tumor. It honestly was a relief to finally tell someone what was going on. Imaginary or not.

           Through it all Sans said nothing. He listened to everything you had to say with a bored, if somewhat, sleepy expression. When you spilled out everything he had a thoughtful look to his eye lights. Then with a knowing and sadistic smirk, not that you noticed in your state, he made you an offer.

           “you poor soul, having to shoulder all that responsibility all on your own. only then to be told that it is all in vain. such is life i suppose. how about i help you out a little? not much really. hard work is something i strive to avoid. i will cure your brother of his illness. it’s a simple matter to do really. i will also ensure financial stability for seven years. i promise that you and your brother will be able to live more than comfortably for seven years. in return, you give me your sou. not right now. i will collect your soul in seven years. this is not something i offer to anyone, but it seems like you could use a bit of a break. so, do we have a deal?”

           Sans offers his hand again. Do you shake it? Do you accept the deal of a demon? Seven years isn’t long. But if it means saving your brother and clearing the debt that he won’t be saddle with then it is worth it. Besides, this isn’t really happening anyway. There is nothing wrong in entertaining your drunken hallucination. Convinced that there were no real harm you took the demon’s smooth boney hand and shook it. The deal has been made.

           The morning of you are awoken to your phone ringing. You don’t even remember getting into bed. It’s your brother’s doctor calling and he needs you to the hospital right away. A miracle has happened. Your brother’s tumor was gone. He had made a full recovery overnight.

           A week later, a lawyer came to your home. Your parents had died in a plane crash. They left you half a million dollars. More than enough money to pay off all debts, bills, and to live a comfortable life. You are starting to think that Sans was real after all. However, you can’t feel like making that deal was a bad choice. You and your brother are alive and can finally be happy. Seven years is not a long time. So you are going to live your life to the fullest with your brother.

           And for seven years you did. You taught your brother how to drive and helped him get his driver’s license at 16. You were there when he received the highest honors in graduating high school at 18. You supported him when he told you that he was dating a boy that he feel in love with at work. You were there to witness his proposal to that same boy when he was 20.  

           And now seven years since you sold your soul, you are once again home alone and drunk. (Hey it’s your last night alive you didn’t expect to be sober did you?) Your brother is at his finance’s house, he practically lives there now. You realize that you actually don’t want to die in the house. There is a spot that you and your brother go to see the stars. It is a nice, quiet, and beautiful place. Why not go there to die?

           After your fourth (or was it fifth) beer you find your keys and head to the car. It is late enough in the evening that no cars should be out. And the spot is only 15 minuets away. What is the harm in a small road trip while drunk? There is a lot of harm in a short drive while drunk.

           You don’t remember seeing the car. You certainly don’t remember the impact. What you do remember is how familiar the car looked. The dread you felt as you got out of your car to check on the other driver. The horror you felt as you recognize the driver. You remember how the asphalt felt as you fell to your knees while wailing as you look at the dead empty eyes of your brother.

           “i kept my promises. you and your bro lived happily and he was cured. but, even i can’t change his fate. he was destined to die tonight one way or the other. it has been seven years, it is time for you to hold up your end of the deal.”

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Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed, Sorry if it was too long, and I’m sorry if you hated it. But thank you all the same.