#flowing fanciful fabric

[theotherartblog]

Another Dream Thing for the apparent collection I’m amassing.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Concept: Elrond is, by Middle-Earth standards, a perfectly respectable level of fancy. You know, he's an elf-lord, he has plenty of robes with intricate embroidery or layers of flowing fabric, he wears finely-crafted jewelry, especially during formal occasions. He's elegant, but not gaudy– there are some tasteful references to his various ancestors in his outfits, he's got a whole image. He assumes that this is like, standard for the Noldor.

What Elrond failed to realize when he sailed to Valinor is that the expectations for "Middle-Earth elf lord with vaguely Noldorian implications" and "Noldor prince in the Blessed Realm" are two very different things. He goes to a feast and everyone is dressed like they'll die if they're not wearing four layers of skirts and at least 20 pounds of gems and precious metals. He shows up to Finarfin's court wearing more jewelry than he ever would've worn in Rivendell and people still flash him strange looks and ask him whether he wasn't feeling up to dressing up that night. He'll braid his hair in the half-up half-down style he often wore in Rivendell and it'll cause a scandal because– gasp– Elrond had part of his hair loose. In public. Noldor keep giving him jewelry because they've collectively decided that he's clearly been deprived in Middle Earth. He's confused and a little bit afraid, frankly.

Thankfully, most of the attention is taken off Elrond when Tirion is engulfed in drama the likes of which hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. The cause? Galadriel showing up in Tirion with her hair entirely loose, and no jewelry to speak of. Her robes are entirely plain. Her only adornment is her unbearably smug smirk.

[lincolndjarin]

Pretty in Pink

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day three - afab!reader x no-outbreak!joel miller

prompt : breeding [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 1.5k

summary : you and joel have been trying for a baby for a while now, you're skeptical when you get advice from a friend but you're willing to try anything at this point.

warnings, etc. : fluffy, smut, praise, joel 'breeding kink' miller, p in v, unprotected sex, lingerie, creampie, pregnancy talk, this is just a quick little porny fluffy drabble lmao

a/n : yippee! happy 3rd day of oct!! def expect a lot of days switching around lmao, i'm just going w the flow lol

You stare at the bathroom mirror, you feel a little ridiculous but you know he’s had a hard week and at this point you’ll do anything to help him relax. So you put on the pink satin nightie your friend had convinced you he’d love. You put on a bit of makeup before opening the door a smidge.

“Close your eyes.” You sound like a child the way you whine. 

“You’re killin’ me darlin’.” 

“Please?”

“Okay, okay.” You can practically hear the way he holds his hands up in defeat. 

You’re learning the hard way that trying for a baby is a long and arduous task. With Sarah in highschool, and Ellie in elementary, you’ve agreed now is as good a time as any to try for one more. The only problem is you haven’t been feeling great about how long it’s taking. You’re easily discouraged despite how willing Joel seems to try as often and as hard as possible to knock you up. 

So when your friend who is currently six months along offered to give you some advice you were more than willing to sit down at a nearby mall and talk. You’d expected to hear the usual technical jargon. Track your cycle, avoid using lube, and reduce your caffeine intake. You’ve been doing all of that and more for months now with no luck but much to your surprise she had only one piece of advice. 

“Have fun with it.” 

It sounded absurd to you but she kept on explaining. Telling you that it was important that you were both comfortable and enjoying yourselves, it helped her to try new things. You tried to explain to her that Joel was old fashioned, he didn’t like new things. He liked you naked and in a bed, nothing fancy involved. 

Your friend of course didn’t seem convinced, dragging you to Victoria Secret, insisting that the sheer little pink thing you’d settled on was perfect. 

Except it doesn’t feel perfect. 

Because now you actually have to show him and you’re pretty sure he’s just going to have you take it off immediately and you’ll feel like an idiot and this will all be for nothing. 

You take a few steps out of the bathroom, he’s sitting on the bed, back against the headboards as move towards him. wringing your hands nervously. He looks like he always does. Handsome, and in his boxers and navy blue shirt. You’re beside him now and you’re just about to lose your nerve. 

“Nevermind this is stupid.” You blurt out as he opens his eyes. You give him an apologetic smile as he looks you up and down. You turn around, wanting to just change and forget any of this happened as he grabs you by your arm, pulling you onto the bed. 

“Not stupid, not stupid at all.” He stares at you, infatuated as he pulls you onto his lap. He takes a bit of the see through fabric in his hands, running it through his fingers. “S’pretty.”

“Really? You like it?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought you didn’t like this kind of thing.”

“What kind of thing? Pretty things? I like you, why wouldn't I like this.” Your face gets hot as he lifts the fabric, running a finger along the hem of the matching pink panties. 

“You really like it?” Your face is getting hotter by the second as he drags you forward by your hips so you can feel his hard on straining through his boxers. 

“Like it so much.” He rocks his hips up against you with a groan. “Such a- fuck, such a pretty color.” He hooks a finger onto the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side as he ruts up against you, watching with hungry eyes as you soak the front of his underwear. He usually spends quite a bit of time warming you up but now he seems wildly impatient as he pulls his dick out over the band of his boxers along with his balls. “Want you to wear this more often, s’nice.” 

“Th-thanks.” You stammer out as he guides his cock into you as you sit up on your knees. 

“Sit down, sugar, take it all, I know you can do it.” Once he nudges the first couple of inches into you he brings his hands back to the sheer fabric. You do as he says, taking your time until you’re fully impaled on it, the two of you moaning in unison. 

“Oh, Joel.” You whisper, feeling the blunt head of his cock bump against your cervix. 

“Bet this would be even prettier stretched over a round belly.” He squeezes your hips, leveraging you down onto him as he thrusts up into you. You’ve never seen him so worked up as his hips jolt up into you, his breathing going unsteady. He’s never been one to talk during the deed, usually all you can get out of him is a few grunts and curses but now he seemingly can’t stop mumbling to himself as he marvels at the way the pick fabric clings to you in some places while flowing freely in others. “Can’t wait to have you bouncing on my cock when you’ve got your bump.” The sudden vulgarity from him shoots sparks through your veins as you slowly start moving, raising and dropping your hips, reveling in the feeling of him filling you completely as he bunches up the fabric a bit, pulling it out of the way so he can watch you take him. 

“Joel please-” You whine, your hands go to the headboard behind him to steady yourself. “Please touch me.” He enthusiastically obliges, one hand going to your clit while the other palms at your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin fabric. He leans forward, pulling your breast out of the nightie, sucking the tender flesh. 

“These are gonna get bigger too.” He mumbles against your tit, your hips stutter as he sinks his teeth into the swollen nub. “Gonna be so round- and soft.” He sucks your nipple back into his mouth, his fingers picking up speed between your legs as you feel your stomach getting tight, your breath going ragged as you slam your hips down on him, pressing him deep against the spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Come on- fuck, fucking take it.” He growls as he pops his mouth off of you, pulling you into a kiss as you chase the feeling inside of you, moaning against him until in one sharp motion you seat yourself on him completely, sending yourself over that edge. 

His lips move from your mouth to your chin, then cheeks, then forehead, he kisses you everywhere as you work yourself through your orgasm, everything going tense as that white hot fire ripples through your veins. 

When you come down from your high your legs feel like jelly and you honestly aren’t sure you’re gonna be able to keep going but thankfully he takes matters into his own hands, planting his feet on the mattress firmly behind you as he wraps his arms around your torso to keep you upright. He fucks up into you, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Gonna fill up this pretty pussy, make you a mama.” He murmurs against the sensitive skin of your throat, his thrusts quickly becoming clumsy as he groans. He’s quick to follow you, his cock pulses and you can feel him spill against your walls, his demeanor softens with his prick as he rubs his nose against yours. “I love you s’much.” He mumbles, gently lifting you, helping you off his lap as you lay beside him. 

You take a moment, catching your breath as he leaves the room, returning quickly with a glass of water, handing it to you as he turns the lights off, crawling into the blankets with you as you lay your head on his chest. 

“Love you.” He says quietly, giving you a quick kiss that you know means good night as he settles in.

You sit in silence for a few minutes before sighing mostly to yourself. 

“What if this doesn’t work? Like ever?” You whisper into the darkness, curling yourself up closer to him.

You expect him to be asleep, or to brush you off, and to tell you that it will. Instead he just pulls you closer.

“Then we’ll keep trying. And if it doesn’t work then we’ll look into other options. I went through the adoption process once already, it should be easier the second time around.” He kisses your forehead and you feel him relax, you know he’ll be asleep in a few minutes. You’re just happy he’s willing to validate your worries. 

“Good night, love you.” You murmur, you really do mean it. 

He’s right. You’ll keep trying, and if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. There’s no way to know if you’re pregnant or not until then. (Although Joel isn’t all that surprised when you take a test two weeks later and are met with two blue lines.)

a/n : for the first time ever i actually like something i wrote lol

[taiyouhimerich]

wow yeah im stealing my own cai bot is this what they call creativity????

“Smells like sweet home”

Husband! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

tags and warns: aaaw cmon just a bit of soft thing, it colds even be safe for work! but with just a little bit of mention of sexual interaction, so still 18+ mdni!!!

psss gonna make part 2 w/ aomething morrrrre

Words count: 1,4k (and yes thats alot for me)

Leon never needed much from life: he dreamed about what all American men probably dream about. You know, a white picket fence, a housewife always waiting for him at home and ready to welcome him after a hard day's work, and a couple or triple adorable children who would run up to him, hugging him, missing their daddy. And for a long time it seemed to him that all these dreams were shattered the moment he ran over the barricades on the road leading to Raccoon City.

But that belief was shattered the moment he saw you. Beautiful, graceful, soft, just perfect for him, how could he not notice you among all the crowds of these gloomy, rude, cruel people? He felt like an insecure teenager again, noticing the most beautiful girl in school, a feeling he hadn't had in a couple dozen years. Courting you was ordinary, romantic, but nothing fancy, but it still won your heart. Or maybe it was the way a grown-up man blushed and sweated like a puberty boy when he saw you, you don't know for sure, but it was definitely something that made you start dating him.

If you ask him now, he would say that he does not even remember what happened until the moment when he knelt in front of you, taking out a modest but beautiful ring in a velvet box from his pocket. Standing in front of you at that moment, he was thinking that he didn't know what he would do if you said no, and you could swear that you saw tears in his eyes when you agreed. Your fiance looked like a tiny puppy, wagging his tail and running around his owner with joyful barking while you put on your wedding dress, asking him to stay close and help with the corset at the same time. You were amazing: the beautiful white fabric flowed over your body as if you were doused with milk, and several layers of tulle under your skirt made your figure even more magnificent. He hugged you tightly after he was done with the lacing, while you tried to chase him away, laughing kindly, saying something about you needing your personal time, when she leaned into your ear, tucking a strand of your hair before whispering.

“Then let it be as you say, I'll give you your so-called personal time, because from the first second of our honeymoon, I won't let you go for even a moment....”

And he didn't lie, he never lied to you, because no matter how much you both wanted to go to an Indonesian beach or watch flamingos, you couldn't get out of bed. Oh, how you fucked, all the food you ate was from room service, you were on the bed, on the floor, in the luxurious bathroom, even on the balcony at night, you did everything you could think of while Leon pressed against you, kissing under your ear, pleading, but deep voice purring.

“Just one more time, Mrs. Kennedy.”

Mrs. Kennedy did something incredible to you, and you succumbed over and over and over again, allowing him to enjoy you, his beloved woman, his wife... and considering how furiously he thrusted into you, the mother of his children at the same time. So neither of you were surprised when, a month after your honeymoon, your period didn't come, and the next day you saw two stripes on the test. Even twice, so that the results are for sure. You heard the joke that two positive tests mean two children, it was from Leon when he joked about it, and you slapped him on the back of the head, making him laugh, but when doctor told you at the first ultrasound that you were going to have twins, you were both shocked. In a pleasant shock, to be precise.

And this was the moment that he loved to remember every time he returned home to his dear wife, unlocking the front door with keys so quietly that his newborns would not wake up. Most of all, he wanted to throw his bag on the floor right in the hallway, along with his unbuttoned uniform, and fall on the bed, without a shower and dinner, although dinner at three in the morning is a terrible idea. When he lets out a tired sigh, hearing his vest release his chest, falling to the floor with a soft booming thud, he hears the rustling and creaking of your bedroom door, immediately tensing up and turning his head in that direction. A smile paints his face with happiness when you come out to him, in a pink fur robe and slippers in the form of pugs, coming closer, and slightly timidly spreading your arms in an invitation to a hug.

“My pretty one....” He mumbles, taking a step towards you and wrapping you in a tight hug, letting you bury your forehead in his shoulder.

“I missed you, Lee....”You gently stroke his back, running your palms over his shoulder blades when you feel his kiss in your hair. You can't help but giggle softly, kissing him somewhere on the jaw, feeling his unshaven stubble with your lips. It makes you laugh again and pull away, putting your hands on his chest with a smile. “Unscathed?”

“Kinda. A little injuries here and there, but nothing I couldn't handle, you know me.”He laughs hollowly, placing his palms on your forearms to pull you closer and kiss your cheek. “I missed you too... and our little ones.... How are they?”

“Scott is just perfect, and Melissa has become more moody in recent days.” You respond by sighing softly while his kisses make you giggle. “She is not so willing to being fed with breast, I have to use a pumper.... God, there's too much of you in this girl, you know.”

Leon laughs, quietly, so that God forbid not to wake up your children. “I don't think I've ever been able to give up on your breasts.”His lips continue to shower kisses on your face as he gradually descends to your neck, pushing back the collar of your robe. Huh. He even remembers the times when you met him in a red silk nightgown and black lace underwear… Well, after the wedding and pregnancy, your wardrobe has changed significantly. But that doesn't mean it's bad for him. Come on, he likes how homely you are!

His lips find your collarbone when he runs his tongue over your skin, sucking greedily, under your quiet but ringing giggle, and it makes you let out a soft moan. Your hands find his head with a familiar movement, intertwining with his hair as you mumble. “I don't think I've ever offered you...”

“Do you want to do it now?”His cheeky grin is audible even when you can't see his face, while he buries his head in the neckline of your robe, nuzzling into the cleavage between your breasts. He knows for sure that you will slap him on the back of the head, confusedly mumbling something about how it's something perverted, but he can't help but inhale, closing his eyes and soaking up the smell of your boobs. Those round soft tits, all big and swollen because of the milk, smelling of sweet, warm this very milk.... His children, his precious daughter and son, smell the same scent because your milk is what is always around them, so this smell is so cozy, homely, relaxing him and making him forget about all those horrors he looked at during his missions....

That's where he ends up, but not because you push him away, no. He stays between your boobs, continuing to take this bath of your milky scent until he feels... ashamed. When this process heals his mental wounds enough for him to think more sensibly, he realizes how embarrassing this thing really is. That he's literally obsessed with your boobs and sniffing them like some kind of pervert. He feels the warmth of your chest against his face for a little longer, and then pulls away, straightening up and straightening your robe. He can't help but squeeze them lightly in his palms, and before you can say anything, he looks away, clears his throat, and pats you on the shoulder, walking around you and muttering.

“Gonna check on ours.”

Later, you will find this tough, exhausted man sitting on the floor between the cradles of your children, sticking only his fingers between the partitions to hold each of the babies by the palms. A soft smile spreads across your tired face. What a cutie. All of them.

definitely p2 guys i just feel ashamed to make it as a one pretty big post, so I splitted that…..

[eternalsa2z]

Simple

So I'll admit, I used to not be much on fashion choices. I didn't pay any attention to fancy clothes, pretty dresses, cute heels. I didn't have strong opinions. It made my ex-gf was soooo annoyed that I, like, could barely give simple comments on her clothing choices.

So she, like, sat me down in front of a screen and watched alllll the detail on this fashion show. Makeup, modeling, fabrics, colors. It was a kaleidoscope of concepts that made my head swirl. Until eventually I stopped thinking and just, like, naturally understood what makes an outfit fabulous!

For example, I LOVE this dress. There's sooooo many reasons to like it. The flashy fur trim. The way it hugs my curves. The strapless top that shows my new boobies! It makes it soooo easy to accessorize with simple jewelry, flowing blonde hair, and perfect nails.

But the main reason I love it? It's pink! I mean, yeah, I learned complicated fashion concepts...but I still like simple basic things at heart. My gf says it suits a basic simple babe like me!

[pandorasworkshop]

🐇Welcome to Wonderland- Pick a Card

Who from Alice in wonderland do you embody? And what's something good about you.

Pandorasworkshop

Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3

Pile 1

Cards: the muses, the trout and lilly of the valley, the hare, three of cups and the sun

Character: white rabbit, door mouse, the march hare

Reading: You know how to have fun but I feel as if there is a little bit of social anxiety. May be a bit sleepy and have a pure heart. You genuinely mean well for your friends and are a go with the flow type of person. Creative talents and self expression is important to you. You are a good learner and work hard you should slow down sometimes when you feel stressed. I feel like you may be pretty like a bunny. With the sun card people view you as honest and bright. You may have a bit of a sweet tooth or have a signature drink you always drink. With the hare card I feel like you are a messenger and may warn people about things they need to know. You are smart and know how to get yourself out of a sticky situation. Rewrite any doubts about yourself.

Signs: 113, white rabbits or any rabbits for that matter, the feeling you have been forgetting something, card games, tweed fabric, academic style, vampire movies, peonies and white roses, the chess cookies that are square.

Pile 2

Cards: the storyteller, the sailor, coyote and datura, the moth and eucalyptus, the fool and six of cups

Character: Cheshire cat, the caterpillar, and Alice

Reading: You are a great storyteller and may get into a bit of mischief. You have a lot of wisdom that comes from living life and feel like people don't give you enough credit for that. You may be a little bit of a rebel but you know how to throw a party and get into fun. You may smoke or drink and if you don't you may be an avid tea drinker. You always know something before others do and have keen sixth sense and great observations skills. You may be neurodivergent or think a little differently about life than others. You have a child-like sense of humor and find things to laugh at. Joyous to be around. You are always down for something new and consistency may be a problem for you. You like to experiment in your tastes whether it's style, food and anything in between. You like to go to new places and experience life for all the nice things it has. You are curious about life and like to learn new things. Maybe school wasn't for you.

Signs: 444, blue butterfly, cats, fur coats, swords, beautiful crystals, responsibilities, feeling bored, caviar or any other types of fancy fish, silver jewelry, mushrooms.

Pile 3

Cards: the tailor, the herald, the horse and blue bells, beaver and birch, king of cups, queen of wands, ten of wands

Characters: mad hatter and queen of hearts

Reading: You are a hard worker and leader. Both of these characters lead. You may feel burnt out and need to rest. You are a person of many talents and skills. You are humble about yourself and may be a bit of a queen bee unknowingly. You have great fashion sense and are responsible. You may have struggled with depression. You are a survivor and have a lot of strength in you. Many people would say you feel like home and you are good at comforting your friends. No one knows what your next move is and you keep people on your toes. You'll always land on your feet like a cat. People feel safe around you and you have a lot of advice to share. I feel like you need to rest. You deserve a proper vacation or spa day. Whatever will make you happiest. Remember you come first.

Signs: 1111, red wine, apples, learning to accept help, those warm knitted blankets, satin, the color red, community, dahlias, the game Alice madness returns, violin and piano, spirited away.

[webslingingslasher]

hiii, could you please write a peter fic based on you are in love by taylor swift??

*cleaning out my inbox*

‘One look, dark room. Meant just for you, time moved too fast, you play it back.’

Your eyes danced across the room until you found Peter’s, he was on the opposite wall but connected eyesight when you did. Neither of you blinked or tilted your head, just a single glance and you both knew what it meant. 

Peter politely ended his conversation and you wrapped up yours, there wasn’t a reason to look back for him. You met him at the front door, it took you back to the first night you met. A party a friend threw, he was a friend of a friend and wasn’t even supposed to be there, but fate aligned. 

You locked eyes with him across the kitchen, it was instant, you both moved in tandem until you met in the middle and talked for hours. 

This time, he’s your boyfriend. 

“Ready?” 

“God, yes.” 

—-----------------------

‘Buttons on a coat, light hearted joke. No proof, not much. But you saw enough.’ 

You hadn’t expected much, he had seemed nice but so had every other guy you tried to date. It always started with them as  prince charming but then after a few dates you realized why you were single. 

Until the sixth date with Peter, you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it doesn’t seem like it will, what started as a lunch date bled into the evening, currently sitting on the green of central park looking over the playground. 

You smile and banter back and forth with Peter, you don't remember the last time conversation flowed so easily between you and a suitable dater. 

The air started to drop with the threat of fall approaching, you hadn’t planned to spend the evening talking with Peter in the outside air but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, everything new you learned about him made admiration blossom in your chest. 

You’re shivering but haven’t noticed, Peter had. 

While you’re in the middle of explaining your favorite book plot he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, it makes you stop talking. The warm wool eloped your shoulders, you were about to ask but he stopped you. 

“I need you to stop chattering your teeth if I want to hear how this ends.” 

You feel warmth hit your cheeks but you shake your head softly and pick up where you paused.

—----------------------

‘Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight.’

“I’m going to fail this test and then I’m going to fail the course and then I’ll have to drop out.” You sigh heavily and frown at your laptop, “there’s no other option.”

Peter’s trying to think of something quick, he only has one idea. 

“I can think of another,” you peer at him and find yourself being tugged up by his outstretched hand, following him without another question. You watch Peter move around the kitchen, his task revealed quickly. 

“It’s midnight! You should go to bed and leave me to suffer on your futon.” Peter has none of it, spooning coffee grounds into his french press. You complimented it the first time he made you breakfast the morning after, he told you it was less about being fancy and more about being poor. 

There’s been more and more of those lately. You wouldn’t change it for a thing. 

“I’m craving coffee, that’s all.” You know him enough to know he doesn’t really like coffee, but struggles through a cup just so you don’t feel guilty about him making only you a cup. 

“I think you’re lying about that. I actually think you lie about liking coffee.” He’s been caught, the look on his face says it all. He’s amused, he likes that you’re figuring him out as much as he is you. “I like that it gives me something to do for you.” 

You bite back a smile, you haven’t felt this good in awhile. 

—------------------

‘You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once, you let go. Of your fears and your ghosts.’ 

“Good morning.” You wash your eyes over his skin, you’re so thankful for last night you ignore his greeting to move around his kitchen counter for a kiss. Peter’s hands scrunch the fabric of his shirt over your waist, “nice pajamas, are they exclusive?” 

You nod and give a chaste kiss, “designer exclusive. They came from this super hot guy I’ve been seeing.” 

Not talking, not hooking up, not friends. Seeing. You can’t remember the last time you’ve said that, or the last time they were spoken proudly. Peter’s eyebrows raise, “you’ve been seeing someone? Do I need to fight him?” 

You can sense it before it happens, your hands clutch his over your hips. “I’m not wearing underwear!” Peter gives you a funny look, you squeal when you’re picked up and set down, your feet lightly kicking cabinets. 

“Good thing the guy you’ve been seeing doesn’t mind.” You lick your bottom lip, last night wasn’t enough, you need his morning too. “Then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving me a kiss.” Your knees push open when he rests between them, you lean up into his mouth, and gasp when his hand pushes up your thigh. 

Slow kisses, he presses into you. A hum pulls from the back of your throat when his trailing hand finds-

“Fuck. Peter, the toast is burning!” 

—-------

‘You kiss on sidewalks. You fight, then you talk.’ 

Peter pulls you closer, you think it’s less about safety and more about keeping you next to him. You wonder if he still thinks about last week, you still do. You couldn’t admit the truth, the whole reason you pushed him out. 

But you can now, and it’s at the tip of your tongue and you can’t hold it in any longer. 

“It scares me how much I like you.” Quiet. You assume he didn’t hear you, it’d be the only reason he didn’t respond. You almost say it again but that much admission scared you. A kiss to your forehead. “It doesn’t scare me.” 

“It doesn’t?” Not even when you pushed him away? Not even when you shut down? Not even when-

“Not even a little.” 

—-------

‘You can hear it in the silence.’ 

A bowl pushed into your hands, you’ve refused to speak to Peter for three hours and he doesn’t mind one bit. But he still made you dinner. 

‘You can feel it on the way home.’ 

A dozen kisses, “let me know the second you’re home, okay?” And you felt each one on the way. 

‘You can see it with the lights out.’ 

It’s the middle of the night and you’re tugged into Peter’s chest after a slight rumble from the sky. You said once that you were scared of thunder as a kid, but he’s taking no chances and letting you know he’s there and you’re safe. 

‘You are in love. True love.’ 

[chao-thicc-hcs]

If you don’t want to do this it’s completely fine.

I wonder how tr characters would react when they overstimulation yn sm that she used her safe word 🧍🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ if so, please add sanzu ran baji 🤧🤧👀

a/n: tumblr keeps flagging and labeling my posts, so I will force myself to use "cock", cuz it will deffo be better ☠️

featuring: baji keisukue, sanzu haruchiyo, ran haitani

off to hornyland we go!

↳warning(s): idk

↳ALL CHARACTERS ARE 20+. MINORS DNI

↳reader is afab!

IMPORTANT! ON RAN'S PART, THEY BOTH HAVE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND THE READER IS CONSENTING TO THIS!!!!

Baji↷

He was angry today. Much to your own surprise, he wouldn't even soften around you, nor would melt under the way your hands cupped his face and brushed his hair, and he didn't want to talk about his anger. He just wanted to fuck you senseless. And you, of course, didn't mind it.

Shaking under his movements, your eyes almost doing a 360 at how rough he was, your legs felt like giving up and you were on the verge of passing out. Tears were rolling down your cheeks so thick and frequent you could see them dropping on the bedsheets. You were screaming, voice cracking from the amount of pressure you were putting on your vocal chords.

It was all too much, his cock was so immaculately hitting your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure over your entire lower area, his rough hand tugging onto your hair, other one squeezing your hips like you were going to slip away at any second. The bed was shaking, so were you, so was Baji.

-V-vanilla...!- you moaned out, and his movements slowed down. Baji leaned down and whispered in your ear, his eyes filled with worry and his voice softer than before

-Are you okay, dollie? Did I hurt you?

-Ah, no... just...

There was a minute of silence between the two of you as you tried catching your breath and stopping the tears from flowing down. Baji stopped what he was doing and hugged you from behind, placing gentle kisses on your shoulders and massaging your lower abdomen.

-Doll, should we stop here?

-N-no... I was just overstimulated, you were way harsher than usual. I just need a minute to calm down.

-'m sorry...

-Hey, don't stress it, I will be okay, I am calmer now.

Baji nodded and placed you to lay comfortably down once again, inserting his entire length inside of you, making you squirm, still sensitive from before. -'m gonna make you cum now, babydoll, but do tell me if I am too rough again.

-No, be as rough as you can get, my love, I can handle it now.-with your words followed an abrupt increase in his pace, making you arch your back and scratch his back, loud, lewd moans escaping your lips.

-I will make you scream so loud that our neighbors will be knocking on our door.

Sanzu↷

You were supposed to be on a fancy dinner with his gang, chatting and eating inside a lavish restaurant, sitting on a huge, round table with an expensive, velvet tablecloth. Sanzu, however had other plans, and he had you sitting on top of him inside the toilet stall, riding his cock like crazy.

He couldn't take it any longer. How could you wear the sexiest silk dress known to mankind that beautifully hugged your body, emphasizing your tits and ass, and not expect Sanzu to get hard on the spot? Calloused hands roamed around your butt and thighs, wrinkling the once neatly ironed dress you wore, your panties were torn apart and thrown on the ground. Sanzu's face was buried into your tits, sucking and nibbling on them, leaving purple marks and bites, inhaling the remaining scent of your sweet perfume on.

-Just like that, babygirl, gosh - you're taking me so well, you're gonna make me cum so quickly.

He was big, and you barely fit him inside. Your hands were grabbing the fabric of his suit on his shoulders, your lips placed on his forehead, leaving lipstick stains. His thrusts were rough and harsh, the echoes of skin slapping wafting around the bathroom stall. Your hips moved in unison with his, and it felt as if you were seeing stars falling down in front of you. His eyes stared right at yours, smirking and enjoying the way your expressions change with every second he thrusts inside of you.

-M-m, Sanzu... deeper..

He managed to get his entire cock inside, filling you up so good, lewd moans and whimpers escaping your mouth, eyes shut and head arching back, exposing the skin on your neck he immediately latched onto. -You're filling me up so good, shit...-your walls were clenched around his cock, but you didn't want to cum just yet.

-Say it.

-Huh?

-Say the word.

He said in a stern tone, squeezing your ass tightly, leaving crescent marks. You bit your lip, hearing people coming in and out of the bathroom, embarrassed to speak up again, you didn't want to get caught. As soon as it became quiet once again, Sanzu thrusted harshly, hitting your cervix with force.

-Say.it.

-Daddy!-you moaned out, gritting your teeth.

Sanzu was riled up, his pace accelerated, relentlessly hitting your cervix over and over with his long, veiny cock. The light pain mixed with pleasure made your vision go fuzzy, sweat beads going down your forehead, lightly smearing the mascara and eye pencil you were wearing. Your hands were convulsing, your legs were trembling, unable to support your weight anymore.

-P-pe-ach!-you barely finished the word, and your legs gave up, you couldn't move on his lap anymore. Sanzu ceased his movements, letting go of your ass and helping you stand up. The pinknette helped you fix your dress in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, his hands wrapping around your waist in an embrace.

-You did so good, babygirl. Always making me feel so good.-he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, licking your lower lip

-So did you, Sanzu. I was just overstimulated.

-I know, now let's go to the others, or they will get suspicious. And keep your panties off, I will finish you off with my fingers.~

Ran↷

It was around 2AM when Ran woke up from a wet dream, hard and sweaty. You were sleeping, your back facing him, wearing his oversized T-shirt and had his boxers on. The view just made him go insane, to the point where his cock was hurting and already leaking with precum. What a beautiful sight you were.

Ran slowly removed his and the boxers you were wearing, revealing the sight of your pretty pussy in front of him. His mouth filled with saliva, and lightly licked your entrance, just so he can get you wet properly, and his cock found its way inside of you. You just cannot miss how good he filled and stretched you, because he packed in girth. You woke up, a light purr escaping your mouth, still drowsy from the sudden feeling.

-Aw, my kitten has woken up, do you like it when I do this, hm?

Your clit never went unnoticed. His fingers made their way to your sensitive clit, massaging it slowly and sensually. You lifted your leg a little, moving with him. You could feel his breath on your ear as he moaned in a raspy voice, sending chills down your spine. The room was filled with the sinful mixture of moans and skin slapping. Silk sheets wrinkling under your bodies.

As your moans got louder, Ran's hips moved faster and faster, fingers still playing with your clit, stimulating you. His free hand grabbed your neck, squeezing it tightly, making you light-headed and drooling from your mouth. Manipulated under his touch, your drowsiness suddenly disappeared, your eyes widening at how close you were to cumming, but Ran's fingers worked wonders, and his cock was oh so sweetly hitting the spot.

-Ran, rose!-you moaned out and Ran stopped moving.

-What rose, exactly, my kitten?

-...white...

You had your fair share of Ran overstimulating you, and you loved it when he continued while your body convulsed under him, but just in case - white rose meant to continue, red rose meant period is near, and yellow rose meant stop. Ran smirked and his movements continued, but he began slower this time, teasing the living fuck out of you.

-Just you wait, I don't intend to sleep anymore. The night is ours.

©chao-thicc-hcs. reblogs are deeply appreciated, i read all your tags.

[hyperactively-me]

fancy holiday party with simon 💃🎁🍾 warnings: alcohol consumption

Simon, as well the rest of the 141, being an integral part of the military, was invited to the annual holiday military ball. You practically had to drag Simon to the event, even though he was the one who received the invite and asked you to go with him. It’s a rather posh occasion, having to dress up to the nines for the event. The towering venue, adorned with shimmering lights and the murmur of conversations alongside ambient music, reflected the grandeur of the occasion. You had worn your best attire, adorning your body with velvety and warm fabric. Simon wore his tuxedo, adjusting his mask over his face until he was content. The room was adorned with glittering decorations, officers and their dates swaying to the rhythm of the music. The snowfall outside the large windows added a touch of coziness, a serene contrast to the festivities bursting within the ballroom. 

As the night wore on, the atmosphere shifted. The clinking of glasses and the lively conversations picked up, fueled by the spirit of celebration and the generous flow of alcohol. The guests and officers embraced the new atmosphere with open arms, a welcome contrast from the previously stuffy formality of the early evening. The room echoed with the sounds of holiday cheer, a blend of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. 

You and Simon continue to navigate through the crowd, approaching familiar faces and getting introduced to new ones. The lively energy of the alcohol-infused celebration coursed through the air, and you found yourself picking up flutes of champagne every couple of rounds around the room. The layers of formality that usually infiltrated military events melted away, displaying an atmosphere of genuine connection and celebration. Even the most stoic officers found themselves caught up in the festive spirit. The dance floor was flooded with slaphappy party-goers, soldiers and their dates spinning and twirling to the holiday music. 

Simon, usually quite reserved in social settings such as this, revealed a different side of himself in the moment, a few drinks coursing through his veins. His rigid exterior softened, and a smile played on his lips as he led you in a dance that had everyone swinging and laughing with merriment. He even pulled up his balaclava to rest comfortably on the bridge of his nose. The camaraderie amongst everyone in the ballroom made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly grateful for Simon having invited you. 

It’s midnight now, and the party is nearing its end. Simon guides you through the sea of uniforms and elegant gowns, his gloved hand firmly holding yours as you both approach the doors to the outside. You can’t help but blush as his hand engulfs yours in a vice grip. 

“Wait, wait, we can’t forget our coats before we leave!” you giggle, yanking him back towards the direction of the coatroom. 

“Right, right,” Simon says, his voice laced with amusement as you pull him back. 

You two approached the coatroom, but no attendant was there to be found. 

“Guess we’ll have to find them ourselves,” he grumbles slightly, dragging you into the coatroom. 

The two of you stepped into the coatroom, engulfed by the lingering scent of rich, thick fabrics. The hushed rustle of coats enveloped you as Simon cracked the door behind you. Simon, ever the gentleman, found your coat and helped you into it, his touch gentle. As he adjusted the collar, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment and warmth.

You look up and his piercing brown eyes meet yours, a mischievous spark dancing within them. 

“What?” you giggle, tugging at your sleeves. 

Simon’s smirk deepens, his gloved hands lingering on your coat. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout how glad I am that you convinced me to come to this thing,” he says, his eyes holding a warmth that you’ve rarely seen. 

“Well, I'm glad I did,” you reply, a genuine shine in your eyes. “Otherwise, we would have missed all the dancing and,” you paused, your tone turning more mischievous, “our little stop in the coatroom.”

Simon chuckles, the sound resonating in the closed space. “Best decision I made tonight,” he admits, his fingers tracing a pattern on your coat.

A playful grin tugs at the corner of Simon’s lips as he pulls you closer. The distant sounds of the party seeps through the walls, but you’re too enraptured by the man standing in front of you to care about potentially being caught. His gloved fingers come up to delicately trace the contours of your face, and you grab onto the front of his tuxedo, pulling him closer to you. Simon’s touch was both gentle and possessive, his gloved fingers pushing into your hair.

Simon leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Y’know, this has been the best damn military ball I’ve ever been to.”

You chuckle, the warmth of the compliment spreading through you. The air between you crackles with anticipation, and Simon finally leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. The soft fabric of his tuxedo beneath your fingertips, the taste of his lips, the way his heartbeat felt against your own chest – every sensation felt intensified in the dimly lit coatroom. You tighten your grip on the front of Simon’s tuxedo, deepening the kiss. A muffled giggle escapes you as Simon presses you gently against the wall, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your neck. 

Lost in the moment, you pull Simon even closer, the barrier of fabric and gloves doing little to diminish the intensity of the kisses. As his lips find yours again, the lingering taste of champagne on his tongue makes you shiver with warmth. You start to wrap your arms around his shoulders, hiking yourself up higher to press your lips against his harder, closer. Simon grunts as he brings his hands around your waist, beckoning you for more. 

The sensation was both familiar and new, a heady mix of sweetness and warmth. With another shift, you feel coats and furs tickling your skin, causing you to squirm in his grip. 

As the final kiss lingers, Simon pulls back, his brown eyes meeting yours with a mixture of desire and affection. The hushed rustle of coats and the muffled sounds of the ball just outside reminded you of where you were. 

With a gentle smile, Simon tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “We should probably get going before someone wonders where we disappeared to,” he whispers, his voice husky and low. 

“Yeah, we probably should,” you whisper back. “But we need your coat!” 

“Right, yes,” he says, suddenly snapped out of the moment. Simon glances around the coatroom, spotting his coat hanging on one of the hooks. With a quick step, he retrieves it and slips it on, securing the buttons to keep himself warm. 

You both emerge from the coatroom hand in hand, clearing your throat as though nothing just happened in the small room. You had to bite back a silly smile as you passed a few couples shooting you both questioning looks as you exited the coatroom. 

The cold night air greets you as you step outside, and the snowflakes continue to fall gently, creating a serene ambiance. Simon’s hand remains securely in yours as you walk through the snowy landscape towards the base entrance. You snuggle closer into his side, trying to stay warm in the freezing temperature outside. The two of you walk through the snow-dusted grounds, the echoes of laughter and music fading into the night. 

Simon’s breath creates puffs of mist in the crisp night air as he looks down at you. “Thank you for being my date tonight,” he murmurs, his eyes softening.

You smile, falling snowflakes catching in your hair. “And thank you for inviting me, I had such a fun time,” you reply.

As you both make your way through the snowy landscape, the venue behind you begins to disappear, its twinkling lights becoming smaller dots in the distance. Hand in hand, you and Simon embrace the quiet beauty of the snowfall, the events of the night warming your heart.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

hey!!! how are you doing? first i need to say i love the way you portray erik, your writing is so cool <3 would you mind doing a sequel to that shot where erik was desperate to be with the reader, but now with her actually there? he is so miserable i want to fuck him :(

Ofc!! Thank you for requesting, darlings!

part two of this one shot!!

By the time Erik had woken up, the fire in the corner of his room was all but out. Groaning, the man pulled his makeshift you closer to him, and buried his unmasked face in the area of fabric that would have normally contained your chest. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the faint whisps of your perfume and Erik couldn’t help but shove his blushing face deeper into your hoodie as let out a small, tired, whisper of your name followed by a string of ‘Je t’aimes’. Rolling over onto his stomach, Erik began to kiss the area where he imagined your neck to be, moaning softly as he pictured you petting his head and calling for him. In fact Eriks daydream was so vivid, that he didn’t realize that you actually had been wandering around his house calling for him, until you opened his bedroom door anyway.

“Hey Erik, sorry to bother but it’s kind of important, have you seen-…????..!!!!!!”

Looking around the room, you saw several of your things scattered around, including what you had just come to see him about. Your favorite hoodie that you had been looking for was wrapped in the arms of a wide eyed and unmasked Erik. Trailing your eyes further down the bed, you also noted the lingerie just off to the left of Eriks blanketed hips. Erik couldn’t do anything but gape dumbly at your form that seemed to glow with a soft light from fire embers. In any normal situation, he would have gotten lost in how beautiful you looked, but now when he was literally stripped bare before you, Erik could only cover his face with one hand as the other reached for you desperately.

“(Y/n)!! Please I-I-I-”

Erik couldn’t even finish his sentence before the shame overwhelmed him and his other hand went to cover the remaining area of his face.

“Please, don’t abandon this hideous beast who loves you so.”

As he began to sob, you walked over to Erik’s bedside and gently shushed him, sitting on the other side of his bed against the head frame. Gently, you pulled the hands he had pressed so violently to his face away and his teary eyes swam in your vision. Erik allowed you to guide his bare form to sit in in your clothed lap before pulling a blanket around the man’s shaking body. Erik really wasn’t sure what your next move would be, but you pulling him in for the sweetest and first kiss of his life was certainly not on his list of possibilities. Erik couldn’t fight off the absolutely carnal moan that escaped from his throat into your mouth, immediately pressing his body closer to you. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing from his eyes down his malformed and smooth cheeks alike, his lips desperately trying to chase after you as you broke the kiss.

“Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime! I love you mon ange!!! Can, can I have m-more? P-please? More kisses?”

“Oh darling, if you would have just said you fancied me earlier, I would have accepted y’know? I love you too, Erik, and I suppose since you were so good for me…”

You trailed off and pulled him in for another kiss, but this time you wanted to take it a step further. Trailing your hands down his sides, your fingers found his hips and gripped them softly as you moved your lips from Erik’s mouth to his neck, slowly kissing up and down the sensitive flesh. You kept your eyes open to gauge his reaction and see if he wanted you to stop, but all you were greeted with when you attempted to look into Erik’s closed eyes were moans and pants of your name as well as something hard pressed against your stomach.

“I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you so excited, my darling.”

Clearly embarrassed, Erik only tried to pull himself even closer to you, and buried his face in your neck as you chuckled softly. Upon doing this though, Erik discovered that by shifting even slightly, he basically was grinding his erection against you and he didn’t think he would be able to stop with all the pleasure that was spreading and overtaking his senses.

“You look so cute like this, maybe I should give you a few lovebites to properly mark you as mine?”

“G-god yes! Please mon ange, je voulais ça depuis si longtemps!”

Slowly moving to his neck once again, you took your sweet time kissing up and down, making sure to leave no part of Erik’s throat unloved. Upon hearing him let out a loud moan as your lips made contact in the dip between Erik’s neck and collarbone, you smiled lightly and began to suck gently, making him gasp before letting out a high pitched whimper as his arms grew tighter around your beautiful figure. Erik couldn’t believe this was happening, the love of his life, his angel, was actually here with him right now. Touching him, holding him, kissing him as if he wasn’t some hideous monster, but as if he were a man worthy of your love. The way he was seated so comfortably on your plush thighs, the way his erection was pushed so snuggly in between your bodies, the way your lips were on his and on his neck and the way you told Erik you loved him was starting to overwhelm him with pleasure. It felt so good, it felt so good, good, good- Erik couldn’t hold on for much longer he was so, so close!

Since you were just going to see Erik, you hadn’t bothered to dress in the appropriate attire for the era, instead opting to wear a pair of shorts and a cute jumper from when you were back in your original timeline. To Erik, the feeling of your exposed thighs against his being was indescribable, as well as the your hands roaming about his body and your lips, oh your lips, he couldn’t get enough! They tasted so sweet, and the way you used them to leave marks on his skin had the poor man’s teeth sunk so far into his lip that he was sure it was bleeding. You seemed to notice this, and before Erik could process, your hand was cupping his normally masked deformities and your lips were slotted so sweetly against his and when you gently sucked on his bottom lip he came completely undone. Erik had you practically in a death grip as he ground himself into your jumper and stomach, riding through his orgasm, crying, begging, and pleading for you to hold him tighter all the while. It only took a few minutes for the pleasant haze to fade, and for Erik to realize that he had basically cum untouched. Fearful that you would shrug him off because of his inexperience, Erik began to shamefully apologize with tears in his eyes.

“Mon ange… I’m so sorry- it-it-it just felt so good, a-a-a-and I couldn’t hold back anymore please forgive me, please! I-I-I—mmm! Aaaghh! M-mon an-ange? Mmm, good, so good, yes! W-wait! What are you doing? You aren’t leaving me are you? Please-”

Taking your hand off Eriks cock, you had stood up after maneuvering the pitiful man off of your lap. Gently shushing him and stroking his face as you stood up, kissing him passionately. Erik started after you only for you to gently push him back onto the bed, stating:

“Don’t worry darling, I’m not going anywhere! I just have to take these off, unless you want to stop, which I don’t mind~”

“NO, no, no- please, keep going please!”

You had only been teasing, of course, but seeing the normally composed and serious man in tears in his need for you only made you body hotter and your pussy wetter, you thought to yourself as you rid your body of clothes and undergarments. Seeing you taking your clothes off just for him made Eriks erection come back with full force, and by the time you joined him back on his bed and straddled his lap, Eriks cock was oozing precum like never before.

“Alright darling, what do you want me to do with you?” You asked teasing your hands along his inner thigh and v-line, yet never quite touching Erik where he needed it.

“Mon ange, can I-” He cut himself of abruptly with a swallow, as Erik salivated at the mere thought of his desire coming to fruition. “Mon ange can I use my mouth on you? Please? Je veux que tu te sentes bien!”

“Only since you asked so nicely, amour.”

Just as you were about to move and lay on your back, Erik ducked underneath you and gripped your thighs. He was about to pull you all the way down to his eager mouth and tongue when your voice resounded through Eriks chamber.

“Darling, what are you doing?”

“I-I, I want you to sit on my face, please mon ange!”

“Erik, as much I would love to indulge you, I’m worried that putting to much of my weight on your face would hurt you, and I can’t bare to see my love in pain!”

“B-but mon ange!”

“Ah, ah, ah darling! How about a compromise? I won’t sit on your face, but if you let me lay on my back for you, I’ll give you more lovebites on areas other than your neck, how does that sound?”

“Oui, please mon ange!”

Erik honestly wanted to argue and try to convince you to still ride his mouth and nose, but he was so needy for your taste that he couldn’t focus on anything other than getting your juices on his tongue. Quickly, you maneuvered yourself off of him and laid down on your back, propped up on pillows so you could look down at Erik’s face as he got comfortable between your legs. As soon as he was properly settled, Erik wasted no time spreading apart your thighs and hoisting them over his shoulders as he practically drooled at the notion that he was going to finally get to eat you out. But as much as he was excited to please you, Erik was also incredibly nervous, he wanted to make absolutely sure that you orgasmed and that you enjoyed yourself to the fullest. Deciding to take it slow at first, Erik licked a stripe from your vagina, all the way up to your clit, making you gasp his name quietly. The moment he got his first taste of you and heard you say his name, Eriks plan of taking it slow was tossed completely out the window, now he just wanted to indulge himself and taste all of you that he could. As he gripped your thighs he decided to push each one against the sides of his head, all the while Erik shoved his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy, moving the wet appendage all along your walls in short thrusts and flicks as his nose rubbed up against your clit. It was clear that Erik was inexperienced, you thought to yourself letting out small moans of his name and allowing your hand to rest on the top of his head, but he was so eager and the rapid pace that he used made up for it. Looking down at him, it was clear as day he was enjoying himself. The man had both of his eyes closed and his hips were grinding against his bed trying to relieve some of the pressure in his aching cock. As though sensing you were looking at him, Erik opened his eyes to peer up at you with an absolutely debauched expression, attempting to press himself further into your touch without separating himself from your pussy. At this point he was audibly moaning into you, and the way his mewls of pleasure vibrated your insides had you calling out to him.

“J-just like that, Erik! So good for me, such a good fucking boy! And all mine, you’re my good boy Erik!”

Your words had Erik absolutely keening, his moans getting higher and his hips grinding rapidly into the mattress, but what really made Erik come undone was your next words.

“I-I’m gonna cum! Erik! Oh fuck, doing so good for me, Erik! I-I-I, mmm-!”

Your hips began to grind against his face and Erik pushed your thighs as tight against himself as he possibly could, effectively smothering his airway. As Erik felt your body tense and tasted your juices as they leaked out of you into his mouth, stars flooded his vision and he orgasmed all over his stomach and bed, whimpering and moaning for you all the while. Before you could even open your eyes and look down at Erik to check in on him, you felt his tongue start to rapidly plunge in and out of you once again.

“ Erik! Mm- w-wait! I-mmm! I’m sti-ll ah! s-sensitive!”

Pulling his mouth away from you, Erik gazed up at you desperately, not wanting to stop eating you out.

“But mon ange, I want more! You taste so good, and I want to serve you! I want to be your good boy!”

“Maybe next time Erik, besides, don’t you want me to hold up my end of the deal?”

“Well…I suppose so, are you sure you don’t want me to keep pleasuring you with my mouth? I-I should really like to keep going!”

“I’m sure mon amour, besides-” you cut yourself off as you helped Erik get comfortable lying down on his back and straddled his thighs. Leaning close to his ear you whispered, “I like marking you up as mine~” Placing a quick kiss to the shell of Erik’s ear, you began to slowly move your body down his until your face was level with his lower stomach. Gently, you began to kiss all over his abdomen, the taste of Erik’s cum from previous orgasms making itself known to you. As you peered up at the malformed man, you saw him quiver and shake with every progression your lips made across his body. ‘If he’s so sensitive from me just kissing his stomach of all places, I wonder how my darling would react if I did this?’

Making your way to his v-line, you placed a slow experimental kiss right on the outer edge, and oh goodness did that make Erik tremble and moan. ‘Jackpot.’ Sucking the sensitive flesh into your mouth, you gently bit down and used your tongue to toy with Erik slightly.

“M-mon ange!”

Moving from the outer edge inwards, you allowed your teeth to catch and snag on Eriks skin as dark purple marks were left behind, like paint on a fresh canvas. Soon enough you made your way to Eriks thighs, and as you gave a slightly rougher bite you felt his body jolt as he tried to push his hips closer to your mouth.

“Someone’s needy~ Do you like it when I leave bite marks behind?”

“Please, please, please, leave bite marks on my hips, please.”

The words left Erik’s mouth in a breathy whisper filled with pleasure, the need for you to claim him further evident in his eyes. Moving his hands down to yours, Erik gripped them softly and moved them to his pelvic bone, pressing down on your digits so that they worked circles into previous hickeys. Moving your body up once again you smirked at the trembling man underneath you, exposing your canines, an act that made Erik’s cock twitch against his stomach.

“Of course, sugar~”

Grazing your teeth over Erik’s hips once again, you began to bite and suck roughly on his taut flesh to the point were the indents of your teeth would be left behind but Erik’s skin would remain unbroken. Thrusting his lower abdomen towards you once again to try and feel more of you against him, Erik let out low keening sounds as a particularly harsh bite sent his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Leaning back to admire your handiwork, you traced your fingers lovingly down Erik’s ribs which sent shivers down his spine.

“Is there anything else you want me to do to you, sugar? Or do you think you’re ready to take the next step?”

“M-more kisses, I need more kisses! P-please! I-I need your lips on mine! Mon ange, I need-I need- mmmh!”

The second your lips made contact with Erik’s, you could feel him relax and draw his arms tightly around your waist. Moving and pushing his body up into you, Erik parted his lips and allowed your tongue to enter and entangle with his own. Separating your mouth from Erik’s, a string of saliva connected the two of you, just the sight making Erik whimper and try to reconnect his lips with yours. Cupping his face, you allowed Erik to kiss you several more times, and each time he seemingly became a little more desperate.

“Mon ange, I-I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”

“Im certain! I really, really need you!”

“Tell you what Erik, if you want me so bad,” You leaned closer until your face was a centimeter away from his. “Beg for me.”

Erik didn’t even need to hesitate.

“Mon ange, (Y/n), please! I need you! Need you to fuck me until I can’t think! Please! Wanna be your good boy! Fuck me, please!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear~ Sit up against the headframe, darling.”

Shuffling underneath you, Erik did as you ordered and wrapped his arms around you once again.

“Alright, are you ready amour?”

Shaking his head rapidly up and down, Erik let out a gasp as you loosely gripped his shaft and pumped him a few times in preparation. Raising yourself up on your knees, you used your hand to hold Erik’s cock steady as you lined him up with your entrance. Teasing the tip of his head with your dripping pussy, you placed small kisses on his neck before engulfing Erik’s lips with your own and dropping down onto him completely, letting out a small moan. A loud and high pitched mewl erupted from the back of Erik’s throat as the arms around you tightened to an almost painful degree. The pleasure was positively overwhelming, your walls were so silky and warm, and you fit Erik into you perfectly, just like a puzzle piece. Unable to handle the completely unfamiliar sensations, Erik lowered his face into your neck as he began sob, moan, and pant harshly, all the while sucking and lightly teething on your neck to try and regulate his reaction to both his emotions as well as the physical sensations you provided him with.

Concerned that the man was giving such a strong reaction before you even started moving, you began to stroke his head and play with what hair he had.

“Shhhh, shhh, shhhh, are you okay darling? Do you want to stop? It’s alright, I really don’t mind, I just want you to be comfortable.”

“N-non, non, non, mhhh! I- ahh! I w—ant- aghhh- I want to keep-mmph-going! You just fe—el so-mmm! Good, g-good, so good, so fucking g-good!”

Eriks words made you clench around him, causing a loud keening noise to spill past his lips as he pulled you in for another kiss and his hips unconsciously tried to buck up into you.

“M-mon ange, can you, mmh, can you move on me n-now? Please?”

“As you wish, sugar~”

Keeping your eyes locked onto Erik’s in case he made any expression of discomfort, you began to bounce on Erik’s cock. Erik had a fucked out expression if you’ve ever seen one, his mouth was open wide, he was drooling, and when ever he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were rolled nearly into the back of his skull. Erik was big, and he managed to stimulate the inside of you perfectly, but you needed some clitoral action if you wanted to orgasm anytime soon. Removing one of your arms from around Erik’s neck and shoulders, you reached down and began to rub slow circles into your clit while letting out breathy gasps of Erik’s name. Erik seemingly took notice of the extra stimulation you were giving yourself, and removed one of the arms around your waist to take the place of your own hand.

“That’s my good boy, Erik! Making me feel so g-good, wanna fuck you-mm~ Wanna fuck you absolutely senseless! You’re my good boy, nobody else’s! You’re entirely fucking mine!”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I’m all-nghh-yours! I’m your good boy, I’m yours, I’m yours, mmmhmm! I’m yours! I love you! Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime mon ange!”

As you bounced on Erik faster, the speed of the circles he rubbed into your clit also increased. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch inside you every time you bottomed out or praised him, and you knew he was close even though you hadn’t been fucking him for terribly long, but luckily for him, so were you.

“That’s right Erik, just like that. You’re doing so good for me-ahh!”

“M-mon ange!! I’m going to- I’m going to-”

“Cum for me Erik, cum right inside of me!”

With a cry of your name, Erik kissed you with a fevered passion as he felt the cord in his stomach snap and release inside of you. Eriks orgasm triggered your own, and you bit down on Erik’s neck softly as you fucked yourself through your orgasm. Panting, you got off top of Erik and laid down on your back briefly before speaking in a quiet voice.

“Are you okay darling? I’m so proud of you, you did so well for me. I love you Erik, so, so, much, and I hope I was able to make you feel good.”

“Mon ange, you made me feel absolute bliss and beyond, but, did- did I really do good? I wanted to make you orgasm so badly…”

“I can assure you, Erik, you did. And don’t worry, you made me cum twice! I’m going to go grab some towels and water to clean us up, but I’ll be right back, amour.”

You began to stand and grab towels from Erik’s washroom. But before you could rise up entirely, you were stopped by a soft grip on your wrist.

“Please, can you just lay here with me just a little bit longer, mon ange? And then we can take a hot bath together later?”

Turning back to look at Erik, you couldn’t do anything but cave in against the pitiful look he was going you. “I suppose,” Settling back into bed you patted your chest gently. “C’mere darling.” Resting himself on top of you, Erik wrapped both of his boney arms around you and wedged his head into the crook of your neck as you placed your hands on his scarred back.

“I love you, (y/n).” You heard Erik murmur tiredly. Smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes.

“I love you too, Erik.”

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Ahhhhh! This took forever and completely drained me mentally :,)! First post of 2023 at one in the morning lololol.

[saey707]

Oh I got a good request how about a heartsteel sett request where reader being his gf/designer for heartsteel.

✿ Prompt: You and Sett collaborate! ✿

♡ champion focus: sett ♡ tw: none! ♡ Female reader

Author's Note: Cute idea, anon! ₊˚ʚ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎₊˚✧ ﾟ. These will be on the shorter side (I failed to realize how many requests are coming in daily... ^^;) However, I hope you like my headcanons nonetheless!

You and Sett met in a sewing class not too many years before he became a renowned musical sensation! Given he was masterful in the art of sewing, whereas you specialized in design, the both of you were paired on a little project together.

The two of you didn't quite see eye to eye throughout the design process, but eventually, Sett came around! He admired your solid opinions and prowess in designing intricately complex pieces.

You admired how focused Sett was on the little details. Given design wasn't always perfect, you appreciated how he could seamlessly fix the little flaws while still making your vision come to life! You liked how he was able to make the pieces flow!

There is no doubt the two of you have designed and crafted matching outfits to wear out and in your everyday lives. Not only did it get your name out there as a designer, but it opened up opportunities for you as well! For Sett, it put him in the books for being one of the US and Korea's most fashionable men!

It took time to convince Sett to wear sleeves for magazine photoshoots, but eventually, he came around. It seemed like you always knew what was best, and he didn't intend to argue with you!

Galas were always a joy! You loved following the fun, fancy themes and always made sure to make Sett and his band the talk of the party! There was no way you would allow Heartsteel to walk around in boring, plain tuxedos, oh no, not with you!

Sett loves to participate in TikTok challenges. One day, he made you the seamstress while he handled the design... It didn't turn out as well as he thought it would. Sett doesn't have an eye for style and tends to make everything a bit too... gaudy.

Fabric shopping qualifies as a weekend date for the two of you!

The two of you get seriously competitive during the holidays, especially during group dress-up contests. In fact, you and Sett have won your group Halloween costume contests for 3 consecutive years so far! Beat that Candy Kayn!!

There is always someone to touch up ripped seams at any time! The two of you carry your own travel sewing kits. Upon stitching your ensemble up, Sett has poked you with the needle more times than he'd like to admit...

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Day 3 of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

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“So I told them-”

Licht nods, features set in their usual neutral impartiality as he listens to the nobleman in front of him; or rather, tries to. For concentrating on anything the man has to say proves to be excruciatingly difficult when his mind constantly strays over to you, crimson eyes aching to search the maze of guests for your form. 

The two of you had been invited to a ball at the duke's mansion, who was known through all of Rhodolite for his garish festivities and exceptional qualities as a host, and indeed, his reputation held true to reality. 

The glittering crystals of a chandelier catch the light and shower the room in shadows of gold. Long tables line the ornate walls, piled high with all kinds of delicacies and flowing with rose wine. And an orchestra sits at the back of the room, playing a merry tune as couples dance in the spotlights in a concerto of steps and a blur of coloured silks. 

Guests had taken their best attire out of their closet for the occasion, glittering rivers of diamonds, bright coloured dresses and ties, new polished shoes and intricate hair ornaments. 

Yet, nothing in the room earns Licht’s fancy, who desperately yearns to be back at your side, to hold your hand and bathe in your comforting presence. 

The ballroom is vast and crowded with luxuries, as well as the members of Rhodolite's high society. Even so, Licht knows it would take but an instant for him to find you, a tug at his centre pulling him to you. An instinct that never fails to inform him of your whereabouts. A call for home. 

A home he can’t wait to go back to once his princely duties free him from this conversation. 

“See Prince Licht, I would love to-“ The man continues, but his words blur in the background and the world goes still around Licht as he finally catches sight of you. 

His heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his, warm as you beam at him, seemingly on your way to the rose garden. And his lips twitch with the hint of a loving smile, his chest too full with tender affection. It just has to spill out through his gaze in soft exchanged gazes. 

Happiness swells in his ribcage at the sight of your attire, a form fitting dress that hugs your waist and dips to your hips before falling in a drape of silk to the floor. He had made sure the colours of his suit matched the shades of your dress. 

Though his favourite part isn’t the dress, but the pleasure of removing it for you later on, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slips the straps down, then proceeding to gently pull the fabric down your curves and-

No. 

Not now. I cannot be distracted by such thoughts in public. 

Sometimes he wonders if you are aware of the effect you have on him, how easily it is for you to turn him into a being of primal needs and sinful thoughts. How powerless he is in your hands. 

His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep his unwanted thoughts at bay. Still he aches to take a step towards you, to join you outside for some peace and quiet, to loop his arms around your waist and hold you close under the twinkling stars. 

But he can’t, so he bears with the heavy emptiness that settles in his chest as you exit the room. Counting the seconds that separate him from you, seconds that feel like years. 

Until the bells of your golden laugh reach his ears from the garden and through the ambient noise in the room. And before he knows it, his legs are moving on their own, called by the mesmerizing sound that never fails to make his heart flutter with wings of wonder. 

“Prince Licht-” The man starts, interrupted by Licht’s raised hand. A gesture that commands silence. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” His voice is flat, betraying nothing of the loud thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing in his veins as he makes a beeline for the rose garden. 

He steps outside, the cold air biting at the heat on his cheeks as his eyes fall on you, light embarrassment dusting your features as you laugh at something a young nobleman had presumably just said. 

His chest tightens as your lips curve in a sweet smile,  not for him, but for another man. Another man who had just made you laugh effortlessly. The tendrils of something dark spread over his heart, the green monster of envy taking over his better judgment. 

He takes a step forward. 

“I was searching for you.” He almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of his own voice, words that spilled from his lips before he could process them. Still it didn’t matter, this got your attention. And relief floods his veins as your eyes light up with excitement as you turn to him. 

“Prince Licht!” You exclaim, and pain needles at his chest as his title coats his tongue in a bitter taste. Still, you distance yourself from the unknown man, unaware of the veil of disappointment that crosses his features. Licht certainly does not miss it, though. And he hates it. “Can I present to you-”

“I need you to come with me.” He says, cutting through your own sentence. His heart squeezes painfully at this realization. Never does he ever speak over you, and you must have seen something was wrong because your sweet smile falters. 

I am sorry, there is just no way I am leaving you alone with this man. 

His gloved hand finds yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the top, a gesture he knows you will recognise. Something you do to reassure him. He only hopes this serves to calm your nerves and inform you that nothing is wrong, that he loves you and that you are not the problem. 

“There is someone I want you to meet.” He continues, pressing a soft featherlight kiss to your cheek. Both to calm his racing heart and to send this stranger a message, as your matching attire apparently hadn’t been clear enough of a signal. 

Step away. 

You don’t know what caused such a drastic change in your lover’s attitude, but you nod, letting him lead you back inside and through the maze of guests, straight out of the ballroom and out into the dark corridors of the duke’s mansion. 

The large doors close behind you, the festivity and its concert now nothing more but a whisper in your ears, growing quieter and quieter as the two of you make your way farther down the hall and up a flight of stairs. 

You glance at your surroundings, curiosity tugging at your consciousness as you continue to follow Licht, until the two of you stop right in front of your shared bedroom door. 

“Licht?” You say in a quiet voice, eyeing the closed door, “I thought you wanted to introduce me to someone?” 

A heavy sigh falls from his lips. He knows he shouldn’t have lied to you, but the words left his mouth before he could think twice about it. Guilt crawls over his shoulders at the sight of your worry infused features. 

He just had to take you away, to take you far away from this man, or his heart might have burst. He cannot quite proceed what went through him, what haunts his heart and thoughts at the moment. 

But the sight of you laughing and smiling at another man was unbearable. Had him questioning everything, had him scared and insecure. And in depserate need of your touch, of your scent, of your warmth, of you. 

“I am sorry.” He whispers, a gentle hand stroking your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His heart melts as you place your hand over his, nuzzling in his touch. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “It can wait, I must have you now.” 

Your answer dies in your throat as soft lips meet yours in an hungry kiss that has you staggering back against the door and has warmth pooling at your core. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him for support as his hands tear at the fabric of your dress. 

“Licht-” You call between greedy kisses that steal the air from your lungs, desire flaring inside of you as he trails open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and along your collarbones, teeth raking over your skin and sending delicious shivers up your spine. 

“I can’t wait anymore.” He says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the bed before letting you down gently on the sheets. 

You have no time to catch your breath before he climbs over you, face buried in the crook of your nape, a yelp coming from your lips as his teeth sink in your skin. Pleasurable pain soothed by kitten licks and his knee nudging at the sweet spot between your thighs. 

“You are mine.” He groans against your skin, taking in your scent as his hands roam down your sides, taking down the fabric of your dress with it. The cool air nipping at your exposed skin doing nothing to tame the roaring flames of your desire, your core begging for him to fill the aching emptiness inside of you. 

Fortunately you don’t have to wait for long, Licht’s hands settle at your hips, flipping you on the bed and spreading your legs for him. And although your sweet boyfriend’s touch isn’t usually this rough, you certainly don’t complain about the change of pace and the glimpse of something wild you catch in his gaze.  

“Arch your back for me.” He says, and you do as told, lying your front on the sheets and sticking your ass up in the air, bending like a bow for him. A shiver of anticipation coursing through your nerves as you hear the distinctive clink of metal and the ruffling of clothes. 

You suck in a breath as the tip of his length prods at your entrance, teasingly rubbing over your clit and collecting your honey. Even now, Licht remains the considerate and loving partner, making sure you are well prepared for what is to come next. 

“Could he make you wet like I do?” His question catches you off guard, any thought melting from your mind as his fingers dip in the buttery skin of your hips  and his cock slowly sinks between your folds. 

A high pitched moan stumbles from your lips, your walls stretching out for him as he pushes in deeper. Tears gather at your lashes, both from pain and pleasure of it hurting too good. 

He halts midway, giving you time to adjust to his size and collect your bearings, hopefully enough for you to answer his question. Licht knows he is big, knows that the first few thrusts always mix pleasure and pain as he stretches you out to accommodate him. 

He also knows you like being full, and that nothing fills you up as much as his cock.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” He repeats in a low voice, bending down over you to whisper in your ear, “Could he fill you up like I do?” 

The dots connect in your head, putting two and two together as you make sense of his words. He was jealous. Of a stranger. And although a part of you feels sorry for your lover, another part is much more eager to suffer the consequences of such dark emotions brewing inside of him. 

“No-No!” You cry out, fisting the sheets at your head, “Only you, Licht- Unhg!” 

A soft smile spreads over his lips, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest as he pushes himself all the way in, brows furrowing as you clamp down around him. Tight and warm. And he’d like to think this is the only reassurance he needs, the only thing he needs for his heart to finally rest at ease in his chest. 

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. And he wishes he could be sorry for the long night that awaits you, but he can’t, not when you seem to enjoy it and certainly not when you beg for him to move and make you his. 

His thrusts start slow and steady, building up rhythm until each snap of his hips against yours has you holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Until your eyes cross at the back of your head and unabashed moans fall from your lips. 

“Good- Ungh- Keep making these noises.” He grunts, nails digging in your skin in crescent moons as he pushes deeper inside of you, repeatedly hitting the spot he knows has your toes curling. “Don’t hold back- Scream- Hng- Scream for me.” 

You do, unable to keep quiet, not when one of his hands dive between your thighs to flick his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Not when he stretches you out so good and has reality collapsing around you. 

Pleasure crashes over you, merciless and destructive as you crumble under its weight. Waves of radiating warmth spread from your core to every nerve ending as the coil of your high snaps. 

Licht’s rhythm falters, the telltale signs of his own release coursing through his veins as he buries his length all the way up between your folds, sheathing his release deep inside of you where he knows it will stay. 

He doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon though, using your own juice and his as fuel for the next rounds. 

“Hu-Ungh! Keep-Keep going!” Your broken cries for more only encourage him to pick up the pace once again, pumping his seed right back inside of your awaiting hole. Until another release washes over you, and another, and another, and another. 

Until he has made sure nothing but his name remains in your mind, nothing but his name falls from your tongue. And until he has made sure his cum would stay warm and nice inside of you. 

Until the Sun rises in the horizon and its golden light filters in through the blinds. Only then, does he tuck you under the covers, gentle fingers brushing away strands of hair from your matted forehead. 

And in spite of his extreme fear of being a parent, a stronger part of him finds himself daydreaming about a part of him growing inside of you, about a small family of your own. About a blissful future filled with love and laughter. 

“I love you.” You murmur quietly through the hazy clouds of sleep, his heart swelling at your words. 

He presses a kiss to your temple, collecting you in his arms as he lies behind you, an arm around your waist. And two fingers buried between your folds to keep his cum inside of you, nice and warm.

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can you write a zestial x reader where the reader is an angel and they have a secret relationship but the seraphim found out and b an ned her from heaven

A Daring Creature -Part 1

Zestial x angel fem reader

Note: AHHH!!! I LOVE this!! Also why don't we have yellow text colours! I also had to take a LOT of liberties writing Zestial because we don't know much about him.

Warning: inacurate middle English

Word count: 1880

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Zestial was more than 400 years old, he lost the real count a LONG time ago. What he would never lose count of was how long he'd known her. To be fair it wasn't all THAT long ago, only 42 years ago, but he swore to himself he'd never forget that day.

He was hiding out in his mansion on his territory during extermination day when he heard a loud pang outside. Something must've hit the ground very hard, if it was a sinner they would probably already be dead by this point and if it was an exterminator, he didn't want to cross paths with them. So instead he hid deeper, in the basement of his mansion.

The day went on without a hitch and Zestial could leave his manor again to check what happened. While he was exploring his garden, he found a strange creature had crashed into the path, having destroyed the beautiful tiles. She had giant white wings and a yellow halo above her head. small wounds and bruises adorned her body with golden blood flowing out of them, they were, however, healing quickly. She wasn't dead.

Was this angel an exterminator? No, she didn't wear their uniform nor did she hold a black hallow like her military sisters, then why was she here. Zestial had many questions, but first he had to decide. Was it worth bringing in this angel to gain their favour even though she could become a threat later on?

She didn't seem to have any angelic weapons on her, she wouldn't be able to kill him... Zestial decided to bring her in and laid her down on a bed in one of his guest rooms. He designated one of his demon contracts to take care of her and warn him when she wakes up.

Y/n woke up with a headache, the last thing she remembered was falling face first into the ground and now she was in a bed? How did she get here. She slowly sat up, looking around the room, it was decorated with red, black and greenish yellow decor. Did this mean she made it to hell? Another look over her eyes landed on a man standing in the corner, he was short, wore a butler-like uniform and had a web in his hair. What she assumed to be a demon, had red skin and black horns.

"H-hello," she spoke but the demon stayed quiet. "Where am I?"

The demon looked at his watch. "Please put on this attire and wait here. I'll be informing master that you're awake." And with that the demon left without answering her question.

On the chair laid a simple black dress, nothing fancy but it also wasn't a rag. She slowly got out of bed, being careful with her headache, and changed out of her very badly damaged angel attire.

Who was this guy's master? The demon who lived there seemed to be very well of and thus powerful. What kind of mess did she get herself in now?

A knock came from the door, "lady, if you're finished changing please come out."

When she walked out, she saw the same demon waiting on her in the hallway.

"Follow me."

Looking around the hallways, the building looked like it was decorated by someone from th 17th century. Besides all the luxury paintings and dressers, what really stood out were the strange spiderweb motives all around the building, from the wallpapers to the candle chandeliers.

They ended up in front of a pair of doors that were at least 3 meters (10 feet) tall. The tops were arched and the handles looked like spiders.

The demon knocked on the giant doors. "She's here, sir."

"Thee can enter!"

The demon didn't react, so Y/n opened the door just enough to walk through. Inside was an office. The wooden walls as well as the furniture had flowery carvings in them, the fabric used for the cushiony parts of the furniture had web patterns in them and the candle light glowed green instead of yellow.

On the armchair behind the desk sat a tall figure, he had four green glowing eyes, a dark black cloak wrapped around his body, spider held the place of where his bowtie was supposed to be and a hat sat upon his head making his already tall figure even taller.

"Please, sitteth down." The man conjured up two cups of thee, one of which he took a sip from. "Now, wherefore is there an angel down here? Thee aren't an exterminator."

"I was just really curious about hell and kind off... Snuck down." Y/n awkwardly looked around the room avoiding eye contact with the demon in front of her. "What is an exterminator?"

Zestial choked on his tea hearing her question. "Does thou not knoweth?"

"No," she answered.

"Alloweth me to proposeth a deal." He got her attention again after she started to search around the room again. "I shall bid thee about the exterminations and hell, in turneth thee bid me in detaileth about how thee did get here." Zestial held out his hand, it became surrounded by glowing webs.

"Uhm sure, but we don't have to do the hand thingy." She laughed it off. "So when I first arrived in heaven three years ago, I started to wonder what hell was like. Nobody could give me a concrete answer, not even the seraphim. I made it my mission to find out what's it like. After two years, I realised a group of angels went down every year..."

"Hey lute!" Y/n ran up to the older angel. "Where were you yesterday?" "Work." "For a whole twenty four hours?" She asked. "Yes," Lute sighed, "what do you want Y/n?" "I was just curious." "Too curious, it's none of your business where and how I work."

"I knew I just had to follow them, so the next time they gathered, I snuck through the gates and jumped after them. On the way down, I had a bit of an accident, my wing got caught on the metal tip of a strange tower and it ripped through me. And that's how I ended up falling into the ground."

"I supposeth I shouldst hold up my own endeth. Every year, the heavens sendeth down an army of exterminators." As Zestial was telling her this Y/n's eyes widened. "Thy sisters cometh down to slaught'r."

"I... I know Lute and the others aren't model angels, but I doubt they would-"

"T's the thruth." Zestial stood up from his desk. "Anon, t's better thee leaveth. I wanteth not beest the targeteth of thy sisters."

He was about to snap his fingers when Y/n yelled, "WAIT!"

He stopped.

"How about another deal? No one of the angels know I'm here and I have a strong alibi. You seem like a powerful demon and I probably wouldn't survive the streets of hell. So, I stay with you for a year, you show me around and I'll give you... Whatever you want...?" Even though she talked a million miles a minute, he still understood her.

"I aught to want?" He considered it for a few seconds. "Dealeth." Zestial held out his hand and the glowing webs were back.

"You haven't said what yet..." But y/n didn't get an answer. "Fine, ONE thing you want."

Zestial nodded his head.

"Deal."

She shook his hand and for a slight second, his whole appearance seemed to change. The man became even taller, spiders crawled around his body and webs covered their intertwined hands. And then it was gone again, like it never happened.

"Edward shall be in chargeth of thy careth. I expecteth thee to never grise foor of these grounds unless thee has't mine own permission to doth so. Thee may taketh thy leave now." He shoed her away.

Y/n walked out of her office finally realising the gravity of the situation. She just gave a DEMON to make her do or get anything he wanted from her without any limits, except that he could only do so once of course. How stupid could she be? At least now she had a safe place to stay and a very intimidating tour guide.

A week went by and Y/n hadn't been able to explore hell at all. She was stuck in the manor, barely even allowed into the garden. At least she grew closer to the demon butler Edward.

At first the man was distant and cold but he slowly opened up to her. His wife and kids had gone to heaven while he was cast down for protecting them. Zestial had offered the safe and comfortable job as his butler and Edward accepted.

She also learned he was a lot more of a joker than he made himself out to be. When Y/n was helping him prepare dinner for only them two, which they decided was going to be pizza, she had tried to spin the dough and toss it in the air. It went horribly wrong, the dough landing on top of her face. Edward laughed so hard he started crying, after a while the man decided to try it too, only to end up in the same predicament.

Zestial was aware the two had grown closer, he didn’t mind, however. It meant that she wouldn’t bother him and go to Edward for everything. What he wasn't aware of was for the fact that Y/n had made it her mission to create fun activities in an otherwise boring mansion.

One day, Zestial was walking down the corridor to go and ask Ed to pick up an important package for him, only to find the strangest display in the hallway.

"This is going to go horribly wrong," the butler stated.

"It'll be fine, loosen up!" She laughed.

Edward sighed, "If you get hurt, I'm not patching up your wounds."

"I'll take that risk."

What Zestial saw was that the angel had tied sponges to her shoes and tried to skate around on the wet and soapy marble floor. He was just about to speak up when she slipped and fell back. Her back hit his waist, he quickly caught her.

"What art thee doing, î̷̟n̷̰͆͜s̴̢͍͒o̷̖͐l̷̟͇̂͠é̷͖n̶̙̫̑t̶̲̘̅͝ angel?" The overlord was glaring at her.

"I'm sorry sir, uh... Zestial sir." Y/n looked down at her soapy boots. "But you haven't showed me around all the fun stuff in hell, so I decided to make the fun!"

"I can't even but now," he explained, "Everything in doth timeth."

"Then I'll keep finding fun things to do."

Zestial sighed. Maybe this angel was more work than she was worth. "Fine, I shall taketh thee out tomorrow morning." He caved. "Doth not maketh me regreth it."

"YES!"

That nights Zestial was pondering about his angel guest while looking for a big robe. She was quite bothersome but then again, he had made the deal to show Y/n around. Although, the manor had been much more livelier in the week she had been there. Almost every day, he would walk through the hallways and hear laughter, which was a stark difference from before. The manor used to be eerily quiet, maybe she wasn't too bad after all.

Part 2

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Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), kissing.

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late upload, I got a little bit busy with the semester ending. Hope you enjoy this!

You and Kylian step out of the sleek black car, eyes scanning the grand venue of the charity event you are attending. The charity event is held in a grand ballroom, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and elegant decorations adorning every corner. As you walk through the elegant glass doors, you are greeted by the sounds of live music and the buzz of guests mingling and socializing. The event aims to help children in need, and the cause is close to your hearts. 

The ballroom is transformed into a hub of activity, with auction items displayed on tables, ranging from luxury vacations to one-of-a-kind art pieces. A lavish buffet offers an array of delectable dishes, while a bar serves premium cocktails and wine.

Kylian looks stunning in his black suit, and you send a quick prayer to Tchaga for his impeccable styling and for making your man look so dashing. His broad shoulders fill out the suit perfectly, and his chiselled jawline draws the attention of everyone around him. Noticing the slight tension in his shoulders, you squeeze his hand in comfort. 

"You look incredibly handsome, baby," you say, voice laced with affection.

Kylian smiles, his dark eyes softening with affection. "And you look absolutely breathtaking, mon amour," he replies, his gaze lingering on your red dress. You blush, feeling giddy at this praise. You have spent hours picking out the perfect dress, and you have to admit, it is worth it. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and the flowing fabric moves gracefully as you walk. Your hair is styled in loose waves, and your makeup is carefully applied to accentuate your features. 

“Kylian! Y/N! Vous êtes là!” shouts Presnel, looking quite dapper in his dark navy suit and diamond studs, greeting you both with a hug and la bise. “Roh là là, regardez-moi ça, le ‘tit Kyks et la jolie demoiselle tout bien habiller.” ("Oh my, look at this, little Kyks and the pretty lady all dressed up nicely.")

Giggling, you return his greeting, happy to see the tall centre-back back on his feet after his injury. “Regarde qui parle, M. Presko avec sa belle ‘tit veste. ” ("Look who's talking, Mr. Presko with his fancy little jacket.")

“Allez, ils nous ont placés sur la même table, celle juste en avant,” informs Presnel, holding out his elbow for you to wrap your hand around. “Je vous en prie, mademoiselle,” shaking your head at Presnel’s antics, you let him escort you to your table while Kylian trails behind, pouting.“Voyons, il veut me voler ma femme, ce mec. ”

Greeting everyone at the table before settling down into your seats, you are looking forward to spending the evening with your husband. Despite his attempt to appear at ease, you can tell that the stress of PSG's losing streak has taken a toll on him. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and he seems to be forcing himself to engage in small talk with the other guests. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Relax, mon bébé. Just enjoy tonight, oui?”, you murmur gently in his ear. Kylian looks at you and gives you a tender smile. “Merci d'être toujours à mes côtés, bébé. Je t’aime.”

As the evening progresses, Kylian's gaze keeps drifting towards you, his wonderful wife. He can't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you by his side. Your presence has a calming effect on him, and he finds himself becoming more relaxed and engaged in the conversation. He laughs at jokes and engages in lively conversation with the other guests, and you can tell that he is starting to unwind.

You can see the way he looks at you, his eyes alight with affection and a hint of lust, lingering on your every move, your skin tingles with a thrilling sensation that feels like a thousand tiny needles pricking at your flesh. His touch becomes more lingering and intimate as the night goes on. You, on the other hand, find yourself becoming more and more drawn to him, your heart beating faster every time he looks your way. The atmosphere between you and Kylian is charged with an unmistakable energy that seems to hum and crackle with a life of its own.

As the night progresses, the tension between the two of you grows steadily stronger, like a coiling spring that threatens to burst at any moment. It is an almost palpable sensation, a heady mix of desire, excitement, and anticipation that seems to fill the air around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of raw emotion.

And yet, despite the intensity of the moment, there is a sense of peace and contentment that lies at the heart of it all. You know, without a doubt, that you are exactly where you are meant to be, with the person you are meant to be with, and that nothing else in the world matters as long as you are together.

You can feel his eyes on you, even when you aren't looking, and you know that he is lost in thought, his mind focused on you and you alone. His gaze is intense, but it isn't invasive or uncomfortable. Instead, it is a warm, loving embrace that makes you feel cherished and adored.

As the event comes to an end, the two of you are alone together in the car. Kylian has his arm around your shoulders, as you snuggle closer to him feeling safe and secure in his embrace. The intensity of his love for you is evident in the way he holds you, his touch gentle yet firm, conveying a sense of deep devotion and commitment. You know that you are cherished beyond measure, and the knowledge fills you with a sense of profound gratitude.

As the car rolls along, the outside world slipping away, Kylian lifts your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel a hot flame of desire flicker to life in the pit of your stomach.

"Je t’aime beaucoup, mon coeur. Je ne sais pas ce que je ferais si tu n’étais pas dans ma vie," he whispers, his voice soft and intimate. The words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the doubts and fears that sometimes creep into your mind, reminding you of just how much you are loved. ("I love you so much, my heart. I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life.")

In that moment, you feel as though you are the only two people in the world, alone together in a bubble of perfect love and contentment. The outside world fades away, replaced by the soft glow of the car's interior and the warmth of Kylian's embrace.

You are so grateful to have found your soulmate in this incredible man, whose love for you is an unbreakable bond that binds you together for all eternity. With each passing moment, your love grows stronger, more enduring, and more profound, a testament to the power of true love to overcome any obstacle.

As you step out of the car and make your way towards the front door, Kylian's hand intertwines with yours, sending a warm shiver down your spine. You turn to look at him and find him gazing at you with an intense hunger in his eyes. In that moment, you realize that you are both feeling particularly needy, the intensity of the emotions that has been building up throughout the evening finally reaching their peak.

You unlock the front door and lead him into the living room, where the lights cast a warm, romantic glow over the room. You turn to face him, and he pulls you close, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the intense longing that he is trying to suppress, the desire that burns within him threatening to consume him whole. As you look up into his eyes, you can see the raw passion that lies just beneath the surface, the intensity of the emotions that he is struggling to contain. You can feel the fire that rages within him, and you know that you are just as hungry for him as he is for you.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of him fills your senses, the warmth of his mouth enveloping you in a cocoon of desire. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue in, each stroke spiraling you into causing lust to pool between your soft thighs. As he trails his hand down your back, cupping your ass, the need to have him filling you intensifies.

“Ky…I need you, please…” you whimper breaking the kiss to cup his cheeks.

“Patience, princesse. I want to take my time with you,” he says huskily, wrapping his other hand around your throat, gently squeezing causing you to moan as desire pools in your panties. Looking into your eyes, his smoldering gaze giving you goosebumps, he leans in and gently bites your bottom lip, his tongue immediately soothing it.

Suddenly, he lifts you bridal style bringing you upstairs to your bedroom, as you yelp his name grabbing onto his neck. Pushing the door to your bedroom open, Kylian gently lays you down on the soft duvet placing a soft kiss on your forehead making your heart clench at his gentleness.

“Je t’aime, mon ange,” he says voice filled with emotions. “Moi aussi, je t’aime fort Ky.”

Kylian has a particular look in his eyes that both makes you feel like you would either combust from the sheer amount of love you have for him or melt into a pool of molten lava of lust. As he takes his blazer off, you slowly kneel between his legs, his warm hands trailing the length of your legs, lifting your silky red dress.

“Putain, bébé. Tu sais pas à quelle point, cette robe m’a rendu fou ce soir.” ("Damn, baby. You don't know how much that dress drove me crazy tonight.")

The deep vibration of his voice awakens a dangerous inferno of desire that only he can extinguish with his touch. “Kylian…” his name slips from your lips, a most beautiful melody that he will cherish for eternity. The young footballer feels like he is going insane looking down at the beautiful goddess who lies in their bed. His otherworldly wife.

Wife, the word alone causing a primal possessiveness to awaken in him as he feels himself harden looking down at her flushed cheeks and the rise and fall of her full breast.

“I need to taste you, bébé. Sit on my face.”

His request takes you aback, making you bite your lip as you feel a little insecure at the idea of your intimate part being so close to his face. Sensing your slight hesitation, he rubs your thighs gently. “Allez, mon ange. I’ll make you feel good, promit.”

Nodding, you slowly get up, trying to slip your dress off, but Kylian stops you, wanting you to writhe above him in that exquisite dress. God, seeing you in red makes his mind and cock go absolutely feral.

As Kylian slowly makes himself comfortable on the bed, you slowly get on top of him, your thighs on either side of his strong torso. Kylian places his hands on your ass and encourages you to move higher. Biting your lip, you inch closer to his face, your wet-covered core now right above him. You hear Kylian curse as he sees how soaked your lacy thong is, “Merde, you’re absolutely drenched bébé. Fuck, all mine.”

Swiping your panties to the side, Kylian sensually licks your wet cunt from the bottom to the top. The touch makes you arch your back in pleasure as you buck closer to his tongue. He circles your sensitive clit, featherlight, teasing as your hole flutters around nothing.

“Kylian!”

He grunts against your lips, pushing you closer to his face as he explores you. The loud, wet sounds make you grip the headboard as you swivel your hips lost in the sweet, burning sensations of his touch. Kylian eagerly dives in, his tongue seeking out every inch of your wetness. He runs his tongue along the outer lips of your vulva, tracing slow, languorous circles that make you gasp in pleasure. You feel the slickness of his saliva mixing with your own juices, creating a heady scent that fills the air.

“Ky…I’m so close…”

Your breathless whines make him buck his hips as he feels precum slowly leaking from his hardened cock. Digging his fingers into your ass, Kylian takes your bud in his mouth as he sucks on it hard. The sensation sends electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to arch your back and moan his name.

As he continues to work your clit with a featherlight touch, Kylian's fingers join in on the fun. One hand spreads your folds apart, exposing your pink, glistening flesh to his hungry gaze. The other hand slips a finger inside of you, curling slightly to hit that sweet spot deep within.

“You wanna cum, bébé?” his voice is sending vibrations to your swollen clit as he keeps swirling his tongue around it in tight, fast circles and keeps up a steady speed with his finger. Your mind is a jumbled mess as you feel tears at the corner of your eyes. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, and all you can focus on is grinding your pussy into Kylian’s face as you chase your release.

You are pretty sure you are suffocating him, but you can't stop; it's too good. Your inner walls are constantly clenching around his digit as he continues to lap at your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

You feel a sting on your ass that jolts you slightly. If there is something Kylian loves most in bed, it's you begging him to let you cum. “Please, Ky… Make me cum…”

Increasing the movement of his tongue, as he licks circles and flicks your clit left and right, Kylian brings you closer and closer to your peak, the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers filling the room. You grip the headboard tightly, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he holds you down and makes you take everything he gives you. 

“Ky…Fuck…I’m gonna cum! Kylian!”

As he bites your clit, you feel the tight string in your body snap, as you tumble over the precipice, with a scream of his name. You flail helplessly like a puppet under someone else’s strings in his hold as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Overstimulated, you gently push his head, and with one last lick, Kylian gently lifts you off his face and lays you down beside him. Panting and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you can't help but feel grateful for his skilled touch and his unwavering focus on your pleasure. Your body is still humming with the sensations of his tongue and fingers, and you feel completely spent in the best possible way.

“Ça va, mon coeur?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his arm draped protectively over your body, you can see the affection in his eyes. “Mon dieu, Ky. Je pense que tu m’as tué,” you say, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.  ("My god, Ky. I think you've killed me,")

Chuckling, he pulls you close to his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mon amour," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smile at him, a lazy grin spreading across your face as you return his kiss. 

For a moment, you simply lay there together, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the intimacy of the moment. Kylian's fingers trace lazy patterns along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you sigh contentedly.

[connorsnothereeither]

were there any specific styles/cultures you took inspiration from when designing the telchin clothing styles?

Honestly the tricky answer is: a lot-

Initially, it was very much just like “okay does this shape and colour palette and design look cool? Sick” and just throwing thoughts at a wall.

When it came to defining those broader shapes/colours and adding things like specific cuts, details, patterns, etc, I sort of worked backwards to grab inspirations.

Ulysses initial/main outfit is honestly quite Medieval, European (but notably Norse/Scandinavian in its cut/style), albeit with a ridiculously plunging neckline for some reason lol-

(it was even a bit early on that every time one of the cast drew Ulysses, we’d make his neckline just a little bit sluttier)

HOWEVER the details on the collar and sleeves are directly lifted from ancient Greco-Roman designs, specifically influenced by the “Greek Key” or “Greek Meander” pattern which can be seen in pottery, jewellery and architecture all over the ancient Mediterranean!

Specific to Ulysses, his clothing has currently reached a fairly fairytale-esque “fantasy” stage, drawing a lot of early Renaissance and pirate-style influences with his little poet-shirt and sash, since he’s been on the Overworld so much, and is slowly growing to become a part of that culture and world, and I really wanted to show that in his clothing changes.

Honestly, a lot of the broader telchin clothing when I have sketched it up is very Greco-Roman, at least in the way I tend to depict it (that is my field of expertise, given my degree haha) but there’s honestly a lot of broader Mediterranean ties in as well. The army and their armour is designed to be very Ancient Macedonian, and a lot of the more casual clothing skew very Ancient Egyptian.

Canonically the Telchin clothing style also definitely develops rapidly over the course of the war with the drowned, mostly for practicality sake more than fashion (loose flowing fabrics aren’t doing anyone much good escaping the undead), leading to an almost 1950s/60s American aesthetic? Of course still mingled with the Greco-Roman patterns. Especially in the way the scientists are presented in lore/my art, they always had a very retro-60’s almost sci-fi scientist aesthetic. If I was to give it a fancy/proper-sounding name I think “Wartime-Americana Retro-Classicism” would be more or less it, potentially lmao-

(You can even sort of see similar shapes and patterns in that first reference image to Ulysses eventual design!)

There was of course always a flair of Victorian-Mad-Scientist too, because I have a bit of a brand and I can’t help myself. And given the blurring of science, alchemy and magic in Fable I think it definitely fits.

It’s a shame Tumblr only lets me upload 10 images per post on mobile because I have A BUNCH of reference images for all of these stages of the Ulysses/broader telchin clothing design lol, but sadly I can’t include them here :(

But I hope this was somewhat useful/interesting!! I’ve had so much fun coming up with this kind of stuff over the course of Fable s3 for the telchin and I’m very grateful to Ocie and Metta for kind of just letting me go ham on a bunch of aspects like this lol-

[dancingtotuyo]

Scathed 7 (Javier Peña)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: anxiety, trauma, self worth, recounting of suicide attempt, discussion of miscarriage and abuse

Notes: shoutout to my non tumblr bestie, Ashley and @janaispunk for beta reading and constantly encouraging me.

Words: 4174

Series Master List | Author Master List

Journal Entry May 25, 1994,

My birthday is tomorrow. Javier is taking me out tonight. Just the two of us and whatever plan he’s concocted in an unknown place. It’ll be fine. I’m safe with him…

A knot formed and set itself squarely in Emily’s gut. She was all too familiar with anxiety, but this one was different. It was laced with excitement. In fact, it was mostly excitement with fear of the unknown, fear that subsided with every assurance that Javier knew what was happening. She trusted Javier. 

Then came the second round of nerves, one Emily thought she’d never feel again, what to wear? She didn’t know where they were going. Javier had assured her he wouldn’t put her in an uncomfortable position which meant limited crowds. 

It was a birthday dinner. That meant fancy, right? But this was Loredo, jeans were welcomed at every event, but so what if she was a little overdressed? This was her birthday. The first time she’d celebrated in a while. Her Dad and Anna had tried, but Emily always refused. They’d gotten away with cake and ice cream after dinner last year, but no candles. She always found a neatly wrapped box on her bed from Jaime though. Emily knew he felt bad for missing so many birthdays. Maybe next year she would be able to celebrate how he wanted to. 

Emily looked over the clothes spread out across her bed. Her going-out clothes were limited for obvious reasons. The dress felt too formal, the jeans not formal enough. She sorted through her closet again, searching for anything else, and then she saw it, peeking out of the Sears bag she’d shoved into the closet as soon as she got home last summer. 

Emily pulled it out, the pale fabric with little sunflowers called to her like it had in the store. It wasn’t anything over the top or skimpy, but still exposed more skin than she tended to show. Emily tended to stick with clothing that wouldn’t draw attention to her, blue jeans and a solid color top or sweater.

She unfolded the dress, the tags still on. She’d felt stupid for buying it as soon as she got home, but could never bring herself to return it. This would do, but Emily didn’t move, staring at the delicate fabric like it might combust. It taunted her, dared her to put it on. She remembered the way it felt cool against her skin, hugged in all the right places, and made her feel like a less damaged version of herself, one that could go out without fear or worry, one a man might find attractive. Immediately, she had shucked it off her body like it was on fire at that thought but hadn’t been able to put it back on the rack. 

It would be perfect for tonight. She fingered the skirt, thumb running over one of the sunflowers. She heard the front door open. Her father greeted Javier. She cursed under her breath, picking up the dress without a second thought. Ripping off the tags, she dropped her towel, pulling the fabric over her head. 

It slipped into place like she was a Disney Princess, fabric flowing around her thighs and knees. She glanced at herself in the mirror, stilling. She felt like she had in that dressing room almost a year ago. This wasn’t her, but who she wished she could be. Who she thought she would be. The pale pink lipgloss and mascara taunt her from the drugstore bag. Those had been impulse purchases today. Emily couldn’t remember the last time she’d put on makeup. 

“Em.” Her father tapped on the door. “Javier is here.”

“I’ll be right out.” She called back, grabbing the makeup without a second thought. She fumbled with it, leaving the packaging scattered on the bedroom floor. 

With inexperienced hands, Emily carefully applied the mascara. Then she ran the lip gloss over her lips. She didn’t give herself another look over, grabbing her purse and light sweater as she teased her curls absentmindedly with a hand, smacking her lips together with the unfamiliar feel of the gloss. 

Javier and Jaime were talking in the living room as she entered. Javier’s eyes clocked her immediately, unable to pull his eyes off of her. She locked eyes with him, heat flooding her cheeks as she caught the way Javier’s eyes roamed her frame. 

“Hi.” He smiled at her.

“Hi,” she smiled back. Emily wasn’t sure what else to say, feeling as if there were more behind his eyes.

Anna walked into the room with a gasp. “I forgot about that dress.”

Emily jumped a little, turning to face her stepmom with a soft smile. “So did I.” She laughed. 

Anna smiled, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “You look beautiful, Mija.”

“Thank you.” Emily smiled, unable to calm her beating heart. 

“You ready to go?” Javier asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Yeah.” Emily bit her lip. Neither moved, simply looking at each other as the room filled with unspoken and unrecognized feelings. 

Jaime looked between them with his brows furrowed. He cleared his throat. “I’ll pick the kids up at 8 from the sitter’s.”

Emily snapped out of her thoughts, which were more like a tornado siren going off during the middle of a clear day leaving her dazed and confused, like danger was so near but you couldn’t see any sign of it. 

“Thanks, dad.” Emily said, kissing his cheek. “And remember, do not let them stay up late. We have an early day tomorrow.”

“No promises.” Emily glared at him. ���There’s more of them than me, sweetheart.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Bedtime is 8:30, and no ice cream either.”

“Go celebrate your birthday.” Jaime chuckled, shooing her toward the door. “We’ve got things covered here.”

Javier opened the door, smiling as she matched her father’s strides. In Spanish, she said, “I’m serious, Dad.”

Jaime raised his brows, responding in kind. “Have fun. Enjoy your birthday for once.”

“Dad.” Emily stopped hand on her hip. 

He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. “I promise. Early to bed and no ice cream. Scouts Honor.”

She eyed him suspiciously, not buying it, but decided to let it go. Javier chuckled. “Jokes aside, we’re going to be late if we don’t go.” 

“You two have fun. Keep her out as late as you want, Javier.” Jaime said with a teasing grin. 

Javier laughed and Emily rolled her eyes. “Will do.”

Javier pressed a hand to the middle of her back to propel her toward the door. Her head snapped back to him, eyes wide but not with panic. Javier dropped it immediately realizing what he’d done. He swallowed, motioning to the door with his head, feeling stupid for doing that. This wasn’t a date.

Emily brushed it off, stepping out of the house without another word. She couldn’t shake the way the warmth of his hand lingered across her back. 

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” Emily asked once they were out the driveway. 

“God, you’re impatient.”

“I’m sorry if I’m not too keen on surprises.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

Javier laughed. “But you trust me.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry about touching you before we left. I wasn’t thinking and-“

“It’s okay, Javier.”

“No, I know I need to be careful.”

“You didn’t scare me.”

He glanced over at her, studying her face for a moment longer than he safely should from behind the wheel of his truck. Emily smiled at him, any lingering anxiety draining. She trusted him more than she thought possible in a relatively short period. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” Javier said. It just slipped out like the words had just formed in his head and needed to escape. “I like the dress.”

Emily felt her cheeks warm again, a smile pushing against her lips. She turned to look out the window, biting the smile back. What were these impulses she felt helpless to stop? She cleared her throat. “Thank you.”

Even the implication that she looked attractive didn’t scare her. She had Javier next to her. He would keep her safe. That spot on her back heated again. The more she tried to ignore it, the hotter it burned becoming impossible to forget. 

Javier pulled into the parking lot of one of the most popular Friday night destinations in Laredo. Her pulse quickened. All the trust that had assured her moments ago flew out the window. 

“Hey,” Javier said, throwing the truck in park. He grabbed Emily’s hand. “Trust me.”

She nodded, taking a steadying breath. Javier darted around the vehicle, opening the passenger side door for her. “I’ve got you.” He held out his hand with a wink.

Emily took another deep breath, nodding as she took his outstretched hand. Javier squeezed it, keeping her close to his side. Her stomach twisted in knots as they approached the packed restaurant. The front door opened as a couple walked out, the roaring noise from within growing and then muting as the door swung closed. 

Javier felt her breath catch and directed them away from the main entry. “I wouldn’t take you in there, Mustaña. I know better than that.” 

He led them around to the back patio of the restaurant. Emily expected it to be thrumming with life. She’d heard this place had live music on the patio, but when they rounded the corner it was still. Javier opened up the gate, motioning for her to go first. 

Emily bit her lip in amazement. “You did this?”

”I told you. You deserve to be celebrated, Em.”

Without a second thought, her arms flew around his shoulders. Javier’s hands wrapped around her back of their own accord, not wanting to let her go. Emily’s head laid on his shoulder for a single glorious moment. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my best friend.” Javier smiled, fighting the urge to kiss her cheek. He had no doubt that would push things too far, and tonight was about celebrating his best friend. A panic attack would not be very celebratory. 

“I knew I’d get you to admit it.” Emily smiled as Javier pulled a chair out for her.

She sat, allowing Javier to help push her in. The big grin he wore never left his face as he settled in next to her around the small circular table. “How’d you pull this off on a Friday night, Javi?”

“I can’t reveal all my secrets now.” He chuckled. 

Emily cocked her head to the side, curls falling into her eyes. Javier laughed as she pushed them out of her face. “Damn hair. Keep saying I’m going to cut it.”

”You don’t like it?” Javier’s brows furrowed. 

“It’s just a lot, and sometimes you just need a change.” She shrugged. 

Javier bit his tongue. He liked her hair. He was beginning to think he might like it any way she styled it, but there was something about the way her long curls bounced and moved about that captivated him. He wanted to bury his hands in them. 

Javier swallowed, giving himself a moment to push those thoughts away. “A friend from high school owns this place.”

”They must owe you quite the favor.”

”Something like that,” Javier winked, tilting his head to the side.

The roar inside the restaurant grew throughout the night as people filed in for dinner, but out on the patio, it was peaceful. Streaked with orange and pink, the sky slowly darkened until the sun disappeared. Crickets chirp from the grove of trees at the back of the parking lot. The heat of the day began to ease. They took their time eating, enjoying the spring night, and each other's company. 

“How is it we always seem to find ourselves outside? Under the stars?” Emily said, gazing above her as the first twinkles started to appear. 

“Guess it’s our thing.” Javier sipped his whiskey, holding it close to his chest. 

Even within Loredo city limits, stars shone in the night sky. He glanced over at her, eyes tilted toward the heavens, curls falling over her shoulders. She looks so at ease, so blissfully at peace. Javier couldn’t help but feel honored that she’d found that, even just for a few minutes, next to him. 

“So we have a thing?” She raised an eyebrow.

“You just said we’re always finding ourselves in this situation.” He laughed. 

“Suppose I did.” 

He handed her his glass. Emily accepted, letting the dark liquid burn down her throat. “Might be the first night I haven’t craved a cigarette.”

“Progress.” 

“Or maybe it’s the company.” He smiled at her.

Emily rolled her eyes, handing the whiskey back to him. “It most definitely isn’t that.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m one of the most anxious people around.”

“Not with me.” 

Emily froze, eyes stuck on his brown ones. What was he trying to say? Nails dug into the pad of her thumb. She chewed on her lip. 

Javier caught it, the overthinking, her brain trying to process things it wasn’t ready for. Fuck, what was he saying? He wasn’t ready to process it either. 

“Hey,” His hand landed over her wrist, fingers easing over her. “You shouldn't be anxious with your friends. It’s a good thing.”

She nodded, her mind accepting the thinly veiled excuse. “You’re right.”

“Always am,” Javier smirked. 

She let out a laugh that came from deep within her belly. Her head fell back, curls dangling in the air, and Javier knew. He knew he was falling in love with a woman he could never have as more than a friend. If and when she traveled down that path, she deserved someone not stained by the drug war. She needed someone so far away from it, her past didn’t feel so tangible. She didn’t need someone who fucked whores and watched children die, someone marked for death but somehow managed to avoid it. 

“Javi?” Emily straightened in her seat, catching the way his demeanor shifted. He had that faraway look in his eyes she only saw when he was reliving the bad parts of Colombia. The one Emily imagined she got when she talked about Mexico. 

He tried to push the thoughts back. Today was not the time or place. It was a happy day. He was supposed to be celebrating her. 

“Javier,” she said again, placing her hand on his bicep. He looked down, eyes flickering to it. Soft hands, free of calluses from her secluded office job. He swallowed. Her hand bumped under his chin, pulling his gaze back to her like a mother to a child. “What’s going through your mind right now? Tell me.”

“I was supposed to die,” Javier said. It slipped out, almost like he wasn’t in his body, and then the weight of it hit him. He pulled out of her reach. “Shit.” He rubbed his eyes. “Now’s not the time for this conversation.”

“Talk to me,” Emily said, not taking no for an answer. 

Javier threw back the rest of the whiskey, giving it a few extra seconds before he opened his mouth again. “We got a tip about Escobar- backed up by Centra-Spike. Our boss pulled us out as we were about to leave.” 

He didn’t explain the “us.” She knew who he meant by now.

“Carillo- he-“ Javier struggled to pull the words out. Emily set her hand on his shoulder. His eyes met hers sparkling with unshed tears. “He walked right into an ambush. All of his men too. They never stood a chance. I was supposed to be with him. Steve too.

“Instead, I listened to it all go down on the fucking radio. I felt so goddamn useless.” Javier clenched his fist. 

Emily studied his face, the deep creases in his forehead, the guilt heavy across his features. He couldn’t meet her eyes. She knew it was more than the survivor's guilt. It was that child in the comuna, the teenager he watched “The Good Guys” shoot to send a message, the work he did with Los Pepes, and so much more she didn’t know about. 

Before she knew it, her fingertips dragged from his chin up his jaw. His skin was smooth under her touch like he’d shaved right before picking her up. Javier’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word, scared to move a muscle and spook her. He focused on her eyes as she followed her own movements over his cheek. 

As her fingers smoothed the lines in his forehead, his eyes fluttered. His head lilted to the side slightly, barely noticeable except for the extra pressure against her cool fingers. A small gasp escaped her lips, pulling Javier back to reality. When his vision came into focus, Emily met his gaze. 

“I don’t think you were supposed to die, Javier,” Emily said. She could see the dismissal of her statement in his eyes. “And I’m really glad you didn’t.”

Javier let out a long breath, tension easing with it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.”

Emily bit her lip wondering if this was a bad time for her to share her own story. Instinct quickly took over. This is what they did. They exchanged their war stories. She slipped the worn leather wristwatch from her forearm. Javier had never seen her without it. As she revealed the underside, he understood why. The watch covered up a long thin scar. It was long enough to show the single sign of what she’d attempted to do. She’d never shown it to anyone, not even her dad. She was the only one who knew about it. Well, she, Juana, HIM, and the doctor. 

And now, Javier. 

His eyebrows knitted together as Emily bit her lip. His thumb traced over it softly. “Mustaña…”

Emily inhaled, breath shaking. “I told you I thought about it, but… I shouldn’t be alive either, Javier.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Shit.” Javier said, hands moving to her cheeks, thumbs swiping away her tears. To their belated surprise, she didn’t flinch or move away. “‘Em…”

“I had two miscarriages.” She swallowed. “One when Ale was 5 months old, another 3 months later.”

Bile rose in Javier’s throat. The bastard hadn’t given her a break, never gave her body a chance to recover.  

“When the second one happened- I’d just found out. I hadn’t even told him yet.” Javier swiped more tears away. “There was so much blood and-“

She stopped. Javier held his breath. The air felt hot and sticky around them. 

“And I thought he was going to kill me because of it.”

“Em.”

“I’m okay now.” She said, quickly cutting him off. She pulled out of his grasp. Javier’s hands dropped to his thighs feeling empty. “Even as dark as things got, I never tried again.”

She expected to see pity from Javier, the kind that felt condescending, but it never came. He took her hands in his again.

“I know.” She felt his sorrow over everything that she went through, including the things she hadn’t told him yet, and she accepted it. 

Emily bit her lip, staring into Javier’s eyes. The patio lights sparkled off of them. Something tugged at her heart, almost as if it was pulling her into him. The more she resisted it, the more the tension grew. Unfamiliar with the feeling, Emily wasn’t sure how to respond to the tug. Did she give in? Did she pull away? Her instincts and feelings screamed from opposing sides.

“Sorry for making you cry on your birthday.” 

“Technically, my birthday is tomorrow.”

Javier rolled his eyes, the smile on his face lightening the mood as he leaned back into his chair. Emily missed his proximity and tucked the thought away for later. 

“Close enough.” He said, glancing down at his watch. “I do have a surprise. Should be here any minute.”

Emily narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Javier winked. He grabbed her watch, slipping it back on her wrist. He turned her arm over, finger slipping over her scar before letting the watch fall into place A quick moment, but one that lingered on her mind. “Just promise you won’t be mad.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” Javier raised his hands, a smile tugging at his lips. “It was your dad’s idea.”

She crossed her arms. “Now I am worried.”

“It’s not bad.” 

“That’s what they always say.”

“Oh, I’m one of them now?” Laughter glimmered in his eyes as he teased her. 

“I'm afraid so.” She tried to keep a straight face, but the truth was, she felt excited at the premise. It was a testament to how much she trusted Javier, and it felt nice to feel almost normal for once, almost whole. 

“Why don’t you turn around then,” Javier said, pointing behind her. 

Emily caught sight of her family, accompanied by Chucho, walking across the parking lot, a big white box and balloons in hand. Her mouth dropped open. Alejandra stopped in her tracks, waving at them as she caught sight of her mother. Emily laughed, waving back. 

“Race you!” Miguelito yelled, taking off across the parking lot.

“Not fair!” Alejandra called after him, her shorter legs unable to catch up with her older brother. 

“No running in the parking lot!” Jaime called after them but it was no use as they ran into the gate laughing and out of breath. Mateo pulled against Anna’s hand, wanting to join in with his siblings, but she kept a hold of his hand. 

Emily couldn’t help but laugh. For the first time in years, the implications of a true celebration made her excited. She realized how much she actually wanted her family here. 

“I take it you’re not mad?” Javier grinned, standing to open the gate. 

“Not at all.” Emily smiled, holding her arms open as the kids ran in to greet her with hugs and kisses. 

Mateo pushed his way through his siblings, crawling up into her lap, his favorite place in the world. She kissed his head. Alejandra’s eyes roamed over Emily’s dress, fingers playing with the hem of it. “You look very pretty, Mami.”

“Thank you. So do you.” Emily spun her around. 

“I know you said no ice cream,” Jaime grinned, setting the white cake box on the table next to hers. “But you never said anything about cake.”

Emily rolled her eyes, unable to keep the smile off her face. “I also said bedtime at 8:30.”

Jaime shrugged. “Rules were made to be broken.” He pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.” 

“Thanks, Dad.”

Off to the side, Chucho stood next to his son as he worked on putting candles on the cake. “It was nice of you to arrange all this for her.”

Javier shrugged it off, mind focused on the task at hand. “She deserves it.”

Chucho nodded thoughtfully, taking stock of his son. “And that’s all?”

“Well, it is her birthday.” Javier felt around for a lighter, so used to having one on hand. “Do you-?”

Chucho handed his over before Javier could finish asking. He smiled at his father. “Thanks, Pops.”

“Javi?”

“What?”

Chucho searched his son’s eyes, always so expressive. He’d never been able to get away with lying to him, though Chucho did let him think he had from time to time. It kept him from becoming a better liar. The older man quickly realized now was not the time the time or place. He wasn’t sure his son had fully realized everything he was seeing. “Nothing.”

“Mr. Javi!” Alejandra joined his side. “Be careful with the cake.” 

“Always, Alejandrina,” Javier grinned, flicking the lighter to life. As he set the last one ablaze, he smiled at the girl. “Alright, start us off.” 

Ale grinned, starting The Birthday Song with one big, loud breath. The rest of the group joined in, a mixture of English and Spanish carrying through the air. Javier picked up the cake, walking it over to her. As he kneeled in front of her, presenting the flaming cake, he winked. Emily laughed, shaking her head. 

Over the glow of the birthday candles, Javier watched her eyes sparkle, her smile infectious to the world around her. He’d never seen Emily so relaxed and carefree. She smiled at him, and Javier wished he could keep this moment frozen in time for forever.

A bright flash went off, causing spots to blur his vision. “Oops,” Alejandra giggled, snatching the photo from the Polaroid camera. “Sorry.”

Emily shook her head, trying to clear the flash spot from her vision as The Birthday Song came to a close. Her eyes landed on his big brown ones. “Make a wish,” Javier said. She smiled, biting her lip in thought before taking a big breath and putting every single candle out.  

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